do you like board games? do you like space? well then you’d like Rayguns & Rocketships! a game designed and created bymy dad
now the thing is, my dad has been working hard on this game for a long time,,he’s overcome cancer and still fights depression everyday and has managed to make this super cool game
look at these pics if ur not convinced
ive played it and i really liked it!
so,,,to the real business
the kickstarter ends in 8 days
please please PLEASE
help fund my dad’s game on kickstarter
you can click the link above to learn more about the game
OR if you can’t support it financially, please give this post a reblog to get the word out there before time runs out!!!
thank you so much!! and please help my dad’s game!!
Cite the final line of five of your fics – your favorites, or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next.
urrgrhblurrrrgh okay here I go – and I am terrible and always give, like, a paragraph rather than a line for these sorts of things. Take it as proof that I am incapable of being succinct!
1. Dain Ironfoot of the Line of Durin, son of Nain, hero of Azanulbizar and Lord of the Iron Hills, picked up his mail with a reluctant sigh. Rifling through the sketches of new mining proposals and trade tariffs, he came across a neat white envelope with Bilbo’s writing upon the front.
2. It is Hulk’s place, Hulk and Bruce’s. They can fill it with their rage and their joy and their freedom, and nothing will ever stop them. Nothing can ever stop them. They are together.
They are not alone.
Hulk leaps again, and Bruce says, there! Let’s see how fast we can run!
Bruce is good at running. Bruce always runs. But Bruce has stopped now.
It could be an experiment?
Hulk is good at experiments. Hulk runs.
Tony flies beside him, and it is good.
They are together, and they are broken, but they are free.
5. “Oh, passably, passably,” Bilbo said, smiling, and he tugged at one of the plaits in Thorin’s neatly braided, silky beard, long enough to tuck into his belt and then some. “Well, you look more the part these days.”
“You never did, however,” Thorin teased him back, and flipped some pages idly. There were illustrations, some so accurate it was uncomfortable, and others very fanciful. If only Smaug had been so harmless and docile-looking as that!
Something caught his eye. “Ah. And do you stand by that?”
“What’s that?” Bilbo had been absently threading his fingers through Thorin’s beard, humming to himself as Thorin perused the book. “Oh! Oh, well. Indeed. Yes, not a bad ending, as endings go. And it’s true enough, even if it was rather delayed in the execution.”
“And they lived happily ever after, to the end of their days,” Thorin read aloud.
THE END.
(Sansukh – draft ending number one billionty and eleven, AND STILL SUBJECT TO CHANGE)
Okay but if anyone made a Lotr theater/ opera company au then Aragorn would absolutely be the tired stage technician who is so done with everyones bullshit but still runs around and checks on everyone and reminds them to drink their water.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGREEEEEEEEEEEEEEED AT LIIIIGHT SPEEEEEEEED
So what about Boromir? Is he the conductor and are the hobbits in the orchestra? Is he a light or sound tech? I’m a bit stuck on this.
oh my god
I feel like Frodo is the guy who was just the swing performer at first, but ended up having to step into the leading role with NO NOTICE WHATSOEVER, and the effort of cramming in all the lyrics and blocking and dialogue just utterly flattens him…
Sam… HMM. Perhaps the rehearsal pianist/keyboard player? The guy who (lbr) is the one who keeps every singer sane, who teaches you every musical cue and walks you slowly through the tricky timing. Works closely with Frodo to get him up to par for opening night?
Merry and Pippin – if these guys aren’t in the brass section, then I don’t know orchestras. They can be found in the nearest pub during every interval. They are loud. Too loud. When they’re not playing they’re talking. And they steal the water bottles from every other player.
Boromir – OOOH – he might be the Tech Manager for the theatre itself! Which means he knows the building. Whereas Aragorn as Stage Manager is in charge of the show, Boromir is in charge of the equipment (such as orchestra lifts, bars and flytower, house audio etc) and basically runs the building, and heaven help anyone who messes with it.
I feel like Gandalf is the director, probably… and omg boo holy shit I love the idea of Arwen as the costume designer!
Favourite LotR moments | Éomer thanking Gimli after the attack on the Hornburg gates.
The postern was closed again, the iron door was barred and piled inside with stones. When all were safe within, Éomer turned: “I thank you, Gimli son of Glóin!” he said. “I did not know that you were with us in the sortie. But oft the unbidden guest proves the best company. How came you there?” “I followed you to shake off sleep,” said Gimli; “but I looked on the hillmen and they seemed over large for me, so I sat beside a stone to see your sword-play.” “I shall not find it easy to repay you,” said Éomer. “There may be many a chance ere the night is over,” laughed the Dwarf. “But I am content. Till now I have hewn naught but wood since I left Moria.”
For various real life reasons, I am really depressed right now.
What is keeping me from just crawling back into bed and hiding from the world are fics, humans and aliens posts and @determamfidd and her commentary on all things Australia.
*HUGS STITCH HARD* I am so sorry things are so rough rn, Stitch. You are such a mithril-plated lil fuzzy alien sweetheart.
Here’s a solid gold bit of Australiana trivia – and it is both true and hysterical.
The entrepeneur, activist and philanthropist Dick Smith is a household name here in Oz. He sells Australia-made products, such as peanut butter and cereal and spreads, and used to own the largest electronics chain in the country. He has a real bee in his bonnet about Australia-made stuff – to the point that, when Kraft bought out Vegemite, he made his own version and called it Ozemite.
he looks like this:
This is the face of an epic pranker. Remember that.
And so, one April day, an iceberg floated into Sydney Harbour. He said he’d towed it from Antarctica. They christened it the ‘Dickenberg One’.
People began demanding to carve off bits of it, which they called ‘dicksicles.’ Dick claimed that they would improve the flavour of any drink, bc of the astounding purity.
(STICK A DICKSICLE IN YA DRINK, MAKE IT TASTE GOOD)
As the Dickenberg began to melt, it was revealed to be a sheet of white plastic over a mountain of foam and shaving cream. But not before every radio station had gone berserk with excitement over the iceberg in Sydney Harbour.
It rates as #12 of the most epic April Fool’s pranks of all time, apparently. Hope this made you smile, beautifullest Stitch.
Okay but if anyone made a Lotr theater/ opera company au then Aragorn would absolutely be the tired stage technician who is so done with everyones bullshit but still runs around and checks on everyone and reminds them to drink their water.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGREEEEEEEEEEEEEEED AT LIIIIGHT SPEEEEEEEED
You don’t understand how perfect this is. Or maybe you do, I don’t know, imma talk about it anyway.
Bc the stage manager just shows up behind the baby-actors and takes care of them while also scaring them half to death. The Stage Manager looks kinda evil and probably hasn’t showered in a while but knows literally everything. The Stage Manager is the rallying cry when tech gets hard, they are the threat when people mess around, they are the source of safety protocols on late nights, they are the person that the Producer *cough*Elrond*cough* looks to for certainty that everything will be ok. The stage manager is the one that steps up. They are the one to face down everyone else’s problems and pick up everyone else’s slack. They are the one with ancient knowledge that saves the day at the last minute. They are the one with the unexpected dramatic-streak when they’re dealing with jerks. They are the one who you’re pretty sure hasn’t slept since rehearsal started and you know for a fact could kill you nine different ways if they chose to, one of which is just their glare. and then.
then.
opening night.
The Stage Manager shows up, showered and dressed to the nines, and is crowned with glory by the producers for achieving this thing while everyone else cheers and throws flowers.
Aw Yiss 