i work for a historical association and in one of our libraries i found a hand-gilded book of poetry called “star magic” and im not saying that i work in the real world equivalent of the tower at palanthas im just saying WHO HAS TIME TO HAND PAINT THAT MUCH GOLD LEAF
update: its a 1980s star trek kirk/spock fanzine full of poetry and it has a hand drawn gilded picture of spock in it
hide that shit before the university of iowa gets wind of it and knocks down your doors to acquire such a rare fine vintage of kirk/spock
not missing the implication that the treasures of the Jewel of Solamnia were ancient Istarian ship art and poetry or something
Me, Catholic, walking into a Protestant church with no depictions of Mary: where’s my mom
Me, culturally Protestant, walking into a Catholic church filled balls to the walls with paintings sculptures candles and god knows what else: why’s there so much stuff
Me, Orthodox, walking into a western church: w h e r e a r e t h e b o n e s
gomez addams is the dream friend. id kill to have that dude in my corner. like if he found out my company closed cuz of covid he’d just give me 5k a month until “you get back on your feet, old boy”. I’d have to sword fight him like twice a week but then I’d just get better at sword fighting. literally what is the downside
I love how this comes off as a team support for Chekov. Captain didn’t like his answer so Bones and Spock give the same answer while Uhura comforts the poor boy.
