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Went to the grocery store with my kindergartener. We weighed some bananas: 2 pounds even. We weighed a watermelon: 4 pounds even. We weighed some mangos: a little over 1 pound. We weighed the watermelon AND the bananas: 6 pounds even.

“That’s funny” said the child “because 2+4=6 and two pounds and four pounds is six pounds. It’s like the same as math!”

“What happens if you add 6+1?”

“SEVEN”

“What if we put one pound of mangos on the scale?” <mangos added>

“IT’S THE SAME!!”

“OK, what’s 7-4?”

“Three?”

“What if we take the four pound watermelon off the scale?” <watermelon removed>

“Mama! Are you telling me math works In Real Life? Think of all the things you could measure!!”

theprofessional-amateur

Every day I get a little closer to saying fuck it and becoming an apprentice in some at risk heritage craft or profession.

theprofessional-amateur

"let's have AI-"

I'm gonna go learn the art of hand engraving or thatched roofing. Maybe hand make clogs.

trickstertime

As a professional hand engraver, when it comes to old crafts like these, its way more accessible to get started with the basics than you'd expect. Back in the day good steel was expensive so trying something like hand engraving was expensive and difficult to justify. But now you can can just buy a good quality handpush graver online for less than a fancy coffee. Just think, for under a hundred quid you could get all the kit you need to get started with fucking up coins and stabbing yourself repeatedly!!!

Don't threaten to do it, go research it, and actually give it a go!!! Most of the books for old crafts are out of copyright. Even if you don't get a job at whatever you try, or hell, even of you don't become in any way good at it, just learning and trying something new is good for you, and it gives you a greater understanding and appreciation for things.

Fuck AI? Good. I agree. Now fucking do something about it. Return to doing human hand crafted things as an act of rebellion! Start knitting, start wood carving, start engraving, whatever the fuck. But most importantly, remember you don't need to be making money doing it to make it worth doing.

thestrawberrydreams

Inclusive language is for everyone!!

derinthescarletpescatarian

Their boyfriend is their partner why is this hard to understand

korben600

Also, “partner” is just a good word? It implies an equal relationship where both of your work together in pursuit of something, whether that be life goals or just having fun together.

It’s a good word. People should use it more.

transgender-rex

charlesoberonn

You could also be a pair of detectives. Or work in a lawfirm. Very useful word.

6qubed

you could also be criminals, henchmen and such

infectiouspiss

a tiny heist went down to rescue Rise and now he's being taken everywhere by Reid Wiseman because he's extremely important (he was supposed to be left on the craft, he has instead been adopted)

merses-haunted-cat-bed

Happy anniversary, Dead Boy Detectives!

It's been 2 years since the girl trapped in ethereal dimension without any rescue so she'd make it comfy.

madnessiseverything

edwin used to bristle sometimes, when charles spoke of defending him. sometimes it would catch under his phantom skin like a barb, spoken in a voice that died alongside him instead of the voice of the boy at his side. sometimes it felt like a slight, to have so much blood under his broken nails and still be thought of as fragile.

he doesn't anymore. rather the opposite, though he tries his best not to preen too much when charles crosses his arms or steps forward just enough for his shoulder to block edwin's side. it wouldn't do to be too visibly pleased with the easy protectiveness of his friend. it wouldn't do to be seen hanging back, to let charles's bat do the job his hands no longer need to shake through.

because he knows better now. he knows it is not an insult, though charles never stops his efforts to teach edwin something that is not the frantic nails-and-elbows fight of hell. a sharpened tongue feels light, so unlike the memory of breaking bones and skin. it's a lovely weapon, spun of magic these days, and he is happy to stand at range for its use. he is happy to leave those sickly green hallways and all they made him do behind.

and edwin knows by now, after all these decades, that charles likes stepping in front of him. often, edwin wonders if the gesture is as much for him as it is for charles, wonders if charles fights down his smile each time, too. regardless, he grows rather fond of it all.

charles needs this as much as edwin needs to never feel bones snap in fight again, he's sure. what a fool he would be, to let pride stand in the way of mutual comfort.

"you will hit the mad driller with your cricket bat."

because of course charles will, if it comes down to it. he will step in. he will do his best to ensure that edwin, bone-tired and so very familiar with blood, never has to fight again.

it's nice, edwin thinks, to finally be seen as worth the effort.

riding-with-the-wild-hunt

you do not have to want to be a parent or caretaker. but you do have to see children as full human beings with an indisputable and universal right to a safe, healthy, and loving environment in which to grow up. and to be in all the public spaces you are. including the crying baby on the bus, and the toddler on the ipad in the restaurant, and the group of teenagers at the shops who may not be buying anything. and you have to be prepared to be a safe adult in whatever way you can. if you support any social-justice-oriented movement whatsoever—if you profess to be a feminist, or an environmentalist, or anti-carceral, or land back, or antiracist, or anything else—and then say you hate kids, your support for your cause has a great big hole at its center. and this is non-negotiable.

riding-with-the-wild-hunt

going further and adding that if you cannot extend care and respect to children you do not have my trust as a disabled person. oh, you don’t like that they’re loud, or don’t speak clearly, or cry? that they can’t regulate their bodies and bodily functions or their emotions like you do? that they need help with things you consider basic? that they don’t make money and can’t live on their own? you think it’s okay to hand their rights over to others and throw away the key? you jokingly suggest that they should all just be locked up somewhere far from public sight? the disabled people around you and the people who love us are listening. and we know so much more about what your words mean than you do (and we’ll act accordingly).

sthilarions

Not enough attention given, I feel, to the fact that Edwin is Charles’s psychopomp. The boys spend decades running from Death, but Edwin’s first act out of Hell is to do Death’s job.

And this is clearly an intentional theme, given that at the end of the season the Night Nurse and the Principal fold them into the afterlife’s bureaucracy, with the Dead Boy Detectives acting as a sort of specialized offbeat psychopomp team.

But with Charles it wasn’t even specialized or offbeat. Edwin was just literally acting as a classic psychopomp. He guided Charles’s soul into the afterlife. Even the lantern is quintessential psychopomp imagery.

(Which makes Charles’s actions just so utterly fascinating, from a mythical standpoint. It’s like if Charon was taking you over the Styx and when you were nearly across you suddenly said “actually, I think I’d like to become your apprentice boatman, instead,” and Charon said “that’s not how this works, you can’t escape your final destination by appealing to me” and you said “nah, this has nothing to do with the Asphodel Meadows, I just really like you and boating looks fun but kinda lonely, so I thought you might want company,” and then Charon stared at you like you were a crazy person for a second (which you clearly in fact are) but then shrugged and said “sure, but we’ll have hide from Hades for the rest of time”. This is not normal behavior, Charles - or Edwin, for that matter)

madnessiseverything

forever thinking about what the night nurse digging through charles's mind looked like from the outside. we see him drop, and he gets up in a position that suggests he was moving while in the vision. was he thrashing about when in the water? did he cry out in pain? was he silent, eyes rolled back, while edwin and the girls freaked out?

was it several minutes, or mere seconds? how long did the others have to wait?

did it look painless enough for it to be simple "inside his head magic"?

sthilarions

My honest metawriter’s answer is that I think it looked momentary and painless, based on “that was extreme”. I’m pretty sure if Charles were in any way visibly being tortured, Edwin would’ve been like “you should’ve killed her harder”.

My ficwriter’s answer is that I want to write that scene from the outside POV with it not appearing momentary and painless.

My advanced ficwriter’s answer is that I want to write the discussion afterwards, when Charles describes the experience to Edwin, and Edwin learns it was neither momentary nor painless.

#dead boy detectives

shnehollander

nothig has hit like this since leith ross' we'll never have sex

inthefallofasparrow

The Hand – Annabelle Dinda

Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer. Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here. A hand, a spike, a physical fight, A flash of light, a curtain, A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, A height, a dive, a burden, A girl, a night, a typical type, A siren in the water, A scroll, a nod, a message from God, A son, a Holy Father. Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself. Every time I open my mouth, I think, "Wow, what a loud noise!" Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed. The hand, the pen, the writing again, The Wind around the Willow, The felt, the ice, the passage of time, The melting down the window, The ‘now’, the ‘then’, the thinking of "when", The bottle in the ocean, The strike, the pause, the message from - God forbid she shows emotion. This isn't rage, it's worth a mention. This is a fake internal tension. Sometimes, I spread out one opinion And stand on its back to gauge attention. This isn't rage, it's too specific. I like to hate symbolic limits. This is no statement, I'm complicit. This is a dream, GOD put me in it. A hand, a spike, a physical fight, The Wind around the Willow, A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, The melting down the window, The now, the then, the thinking of "when", The siren in the water, The strike, the pause, a message from God. Does that make me His daughter? A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump, A score under the wire, Just sweep me up, just sweep me up And take me somewhere higher, Just sweep me up, just sweep me up And take me somewhere higher, Just sweep me up, just sweep me up And take me somewhere higher.

teaboot

Holy shit this song hits like a fucking truck

I feel like I just had a religious experience

every-moment-a-different-sound

Ok so the moment in Episode 3 after Charles meets Monty for the first time just won’t leave my brain. I’ve seen a bunch of posts about how Charles is jealous in this moment, and I 100% agree.

But I also think he’s being a bit self-destructive and feeling somewhat abandoned here as well.

He’s just spent the night trapped in a loop reliving his trauma. From Charles’s perspective, he’s just spent the night not being able to save a family from abuse. He wasn’t good enough to help them- at least that’s how I imagine it would feel to him.

They’re walking back from the Devlin house, not even inside the Tongue and Tail yet, and Edwin starts flirting with talking to Monty. When Monty talks about it being a perfect morning to do an astrology reading for him, Edwin glances at Charles, and Charles instantly starts talking to Crystal to give Edwin privacy for his chat with Monty. But Crystal says that the murder loop drained her so she’s going upstairs, and the moment everyone’s backs are turned Charles just looks so sad.

Charles watches Edwin and Monty talking for a moment, clearly seeing that Edwin’s enjoying himself, and pulls this face.

I think it’s jealousy, but I think it’s also that after the night he’s just had, he wants comfort. He wants his best mate. But Edwin’s too distracted by Monty and Crystal’s tired, and I don’t think Charles knows how to ask for comfort, or feels that he deserves it. Again, from his perspective he’s just spent hours failing to help people that are going through the same abuse he did; why would he deserve comfort?

So he just walks off. No parting words to Edwin. He just leaves.

#dead boy detectives #dbda meta #charles rowland

thedarktowerdames

dateamonster

tbh im not entirely immune to a villain with a tragic backstory but i do think villain origins are a lot more interesting when the focus is less "here is the original sin, the first big bad thing that happened to them that made them who they are" and more "here is the first time a person who maybe otherwise felt powerless in their life realized that they could hurt someone and get away with it"

dateamonster

you can get a lot more mileage out of analyzing a truly abhorrent character through the lens of like. what sort of conditions would allow or even incentivize this kind of cruelty? what kind of person benefits from those conditions and how? over the more typical who hurt them type analysis. imo.

gurlu

When I was in my teens, I used to make an entire magic system with 900 unique spells, ordered in magic schools and categories, and it boggles my mind that I basically reinvented DnD mechanics, even down to metamagic.

I wanted to make a wiki about it but I don't have time for it.

The point was to try to encompass every "superpower" I could think of into a magic system.

I even got lore related to it all, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna simply reuse it all for OC worldbuilding. Ngl the fun part was naming all the spells, symbols and coming up with the logic of it all. Edit : Due to popular demand, I'm making the wiki now yay. There's even more sigils done now >:]

gurlu

After almost a year of brainstorming, coding, designing, writing and drawing, I am proud to announce that the magical system wiki I was working on is finally ready to open to the public !

You can check it out here !

World Anvil is a worldbuilding community and collection of tools for authors, role playing games storytellers and worldbuilding

The writing part is done, and I've done enough spells to provide an example for each element. The goal is to fill up that huge array eventually! >:]

artifacts-and-arthropods

Coenodomus Moths: these moths have fuzzy "horns" that grow from the structures at the base of their antennae

Moths of the genus Coenodomus have a very peculiar feature -- each male has a pair of horn-like appendages sprouting from his head. These "horns" are actually soft, pliable structures that are known as scape extensions, because they grow from the scape (i.e. the base) of each antenna.

The scape extensions are covered in long, fuzzy-looking scales, and they're often held in an upright position, with the two "horns" curling together to form a tiny horseshoe/halo over the moth's head.

They can also be folded back toward the body; in some cases, they're even tucked down to the point where they are barely visible.

It's unclear whether or not these "horns" have any adaptive purpose, but some sources argue that they might be used for courtship, camouflage/crypsis, or sexual selection.

There are at least 15 different species of Coenodomus moth, and they can be found in Papua New Guinea, the Philippines, Indonesia, China, Bhutan, Singapore, Sri Lanka, India, and Australia.