Clark Never Felt Pain Until After He Became Superman.

The hobbits invent a fun game called ‘how close can we get to our friends before they notice us’

easy mode: Gimli (makes a lot of noise himself, very easy to sneak up on)

medium mode: Boromir (challenging enough to be great fun)

hard more: Aragorn (VERY attentive to his surroundings)

expert mode: Legolas

Кстати, Лорд Витинари, верховный правитель Анк-Морпорка, очень любил музыку.

Людям страшно хотелось узнать, какая именно музыка могла привлечь такого человека. Заформализованная камерная музыка, может быть? Или громомечущие оперы?

На самом же деле он предпочитал стиль, исключающий исполнение. Любое исполнение, полагал он, подвергает музыку издевательствам, заключая её в высушенные шкуры, останки дохлых кошек и куски металла, расплющивает её в проволоку и трубки. Она должна оставаться на бумаге, в виде рядов маленьких точек и крючков, аккуратно сидящих на линейке. Только в таком виде она чиста. Она начинает гнить сразу же как только люди дотрагиваются до неё.

Куда лучше спокойно сидеть в комнате и читать ноты — ничто не встаёт между тобой и замыслом композитора, кроме росчерков пера. Слушать её в исполнении потных жирных мужиков, у которых из ушей растут волосы, а с гобоев капает слюна… сама мысль об этом вызывала у него содрогание. Хотя и не очень сильное, поскольку он никогда и ничего не доводил до крайности.

(«Ро ́ковая музыка», Терри Пратчетт)

Besides, Lord Vetinari, the supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, rather liked music.

People wondered what sort of music would appeal to such a man. Highly formalized chamber music, possibly, or thunder-and-lightning opera scores.

In fact the kind of music he really liked was the kind that never got played. It ruined music, in his opinion, to torment it by involving it on dried skins, bits of dead cat, and lumps of metal hammered into wires and tubes. It ought to stay written down, on the page, in rows of little dots and crotchets all neatly caught between lines. Only there was it pure. It was when people started doing things with it that the rot set in. Much better to sit quietly in a room and read the sheets, with nothing between yourself and the mind of the composer but a scribble of ink. Having it played by sweaty fat men and people with hair in their ears and spit dribbling out of the end of their oboe… well, the idea made him shudder. Although not much, because he never did anything to extremes.

-Soul Music, Terry Pratchett

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Loving the idea of earth cryptids/folklore monsters being real only the humans have no idea until after first contact.

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A Taxonomy of Magic

This is a purely and relentlessly thematic/Doylist set of categories. 

The question is: What is the magic for, in this universe that was created to have magic?

Or, even better: What is nature of the fantasy that’s on display here?

Because it is, literally, fantasy.  It’s pretty much always someone’s secret desire.

(NOTE: “Magic” here is being used to mean “usually actual magic that is coded as such, but also, like, psionics and superhero powers and other kinds of Weird Unnatural Stuff that has been embedded in a fictional world.”)

(NOTE: These categories often commingle and intersect.  I am definitely not claiming that the boundaries between them are rigid.)

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Тигроснежка и семь котиков

Тигроснежка и семь котиков

morally grey/evil scientist characters are always like biochemical engineers or nuclear physicists or whatever but the people want VARIETY give me a story about a fucked up geologist for once

consider: teenagers aren’t apathetic about everything they’re just used to you shitting all over whatever they show excitement about