a supervillain team can be comprised of a 17 year old boy larping as a 45 year old man, ethical manipulative girl best friend saul goodman, a guy named alec, a human girl with dog autism, a superorganism, and a 13 year old scenemo. this can happen

Oooh delicious :3

Dunno how many folks wanna drink and/or eat us :P

Granted it's more than I thought before joining tumblr

Every summer I forget how much I fucking love spiders I’ve drunk one every day this week

A murder mystery film set in a medieval village. After an outbreak of plague, the villagers make the decision to shut their borders so as to protect the disease from spreading (see the real life case of the village of Eyam). As the disease decimates the population, however, some bodies start showing up that very obviously were not killed by plague.

Since nobody has been in or out since the outbreak began, the killer has to be somebody in the local community.

The village constable (who is essentially just Some Guy, because being a medieval constable was a bit like getting jury duty, if jury duty gave you the power to arrest people) struggles to investigate the crime without exposing himself to the disease, and to maintain order as the plague-stricken villagers begin to turn on each other.

The killer strikes repeatedly, seemingly taking advantage of the empty streets and forced isolation to strike without witnesses. As with any other murder mystery, the audience is given exactly the same information to solve the crime as the detective.

Except, that is, whenever another character is killed, at which point we cut to the present day where said character's remains are being carefully examined by a team of modern archaeologists and historians who are also trying to figure out why so many of the people in this plague-pit died from blunt force trauma.

The archaeologists and historians, btw, are real experts who haven't been allowed to read the script. The filmmakers just give them a model of the victim's remains, along with some artefacts, and they have to treat it like a real case and give their real opinion on how they think this person died.

We then cut back to the past, where the constable is trying to do the same thing. Unlike the archaeologists, he doesn't have the advantage of modern tech and medical knowledge to examine the body, but he does have a more complete crime scene (since certain clues obviously wouldn't survive to be dug up in the modern day) and personal knowledge from having probably known the victim.

The audience then gets a more complete picture than either group, and an insight into both the strengths and limits of modern archaeology, explaining what we can and can't learn from studying a person's remains.

At the end of the film, after the killer is revealed and the main plot is resolved, we then get to see the archaeologists get shown the actual scenes where their 'victims' were killed, so they can see how well their conclusions match up with what 'really' happened.

Whoof

I'm hoping that means Discernably White and not Actively Racist :P

this author is aggressively cis

i was Gonna be like "that's sorta weird i wonder how you could tell" and then read the tags and.

this author is aggressively cis

The person I reblogged this from deserves happiness and love

thank you for your well qualified opinion, the experts have weighed in, this is, in fact, a good strut for this bird. thank you.

:P nothin' fancy? i get to pick? :3

<3 you're great btw :3 how do you usually decorate bookshelves? :P

um with books i think

a new catgirl virus is spreading across the nyation. if you see any signs of catlike behavior please report it to your local doctor immediately

so true :3 highly recommend :3

actually, the best part of scholarship essays is that i struggle to make 200 words. meanwhile, i wrote 800 words last night as part of a personal draft and i didnt even notice.

smth smth writing professional emails gets me four sentences meanwhile oh BOY I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT THIS WEBCOMIC-

actually, the best part of scholarship essays is that i struggle to make 200 words. meanwhile, i wrote 800 words last night as part of a personal draft and i didnt even notice.

I like myself. I like what I've become. I'm figuring it out and it's making me better at being and doing good. I wanna keep going.

scientist voice: today i will be a dick to this cricket 

the skittering horror (me)

there are some internet friends where eventually you start calling them by their real name and then there’s times where its like nah son your name is crispy forever

the thing about blake thorburn is that there's just fucking Something about him that makes some people reading go "oh man i want to watch him bleed out facedown int he snow, sexually" and then within the story it is also textual and explicit that creatures and shit see him and go "oh man i want to flay him alive, sexually" and he's still just like a completely normal regular guy whose response is [nervously] no thank you i really dont want any of that stuff to happen but for some reason he can never get rid of this Air he has about him where he's like catnip to people who want to see men egregiously wounded