I love when people ask "how did you learn this skill?" I just started, there's no secret. that's it. a vast majority of the time the only thing holding you back is your trepidation to start.

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I love when people ask "how did you learn this skill?" I just started, there's no secret. that's it. a vast majority of the time the only thing holding you back is your trepidation to start.
in Finland, it is illegal to kill a bear when itās hibernating. If you ask a hunter why that is, a number of them will tell you itās wrong simply because it is the law, and they donāt make a distinction between what is right, and what is legal. Most people like that are perfectly normal, decent and respectable people, just like the rest of us.
Ā But if you ask people who think about things, the answer is vague. Killing a hibernating bear would just feel⦠impolite? You canāt fucking shoot a man when heās sleeping, thatās just fucking rude. Itās just not the right thing to do.
Ā Long before hunting laws were established in Finland, you couldnāt kill a sleeping bear, and what commands you is something older than law: tradition. Even at a time when hunting was a matter of life and death, and a bear fighting for its life is mainly a matter of death, you just didnāt kill a hibernating bear, you have to wake it up first. Hunters risked their lives, the lives of their brothers and everyone in the hunting party, who were friends, family and men that they loved, to give the bear a fighting chance.
Ā In the modern time, the hunting season of bears is in the summer, for the warmest summer months. There are many reasons for why they are allowed to tread safely in autumn and to sleep in peace through the cold months, almost all of which are rational and scientific, and do not touch the old traditions.
Ā Old faith says a living thing has many souls - henki, luonto, itse. Plants only have one - the one that wills them to grow. Animals have two, both the spark of life and nature that enables them to act. A human being also has the third, one that makes them a person, personality, itse, literally āselfā. But the soul that travels in your dreams is not the soul that defines a human - animals have that one as well. When your dog runs in her sleep, her soul is elsewhere, where a dog is needed.
Ā Oneās waking soul is elsewhere when they sleep and dream. A bearās soul is somewhere else when they are hibernating - there are two words for āhibernationā in finnish, one of which is talviuni, āwinter sleepā, and that is the one that bears have - and if you kill a sleeping bear, their soul is not in the body, it is still out there, and it can find you, and as a revenge for killing its body, Ghost Bear will kill your entire fucking family.
you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.
It occurs to me that there are people who werenāt on this website in 2012 and therefore never saw the magical gif that you can actually hear:
Itās been over five years and that still impresses the hell out of me.
Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.
#Please little bird
I love that the modern-day tumblr post equivalent of chain emails only requires me to reblog a relatively pleasant image instead of forward an email to a bunch of my friends and family members to quell my raging anxiety.
Itās a win win. I get a bit of hope, you get a cute birb photo
me: i have a very specific tumblr accent meme im thinking of that surely i should be able to pull up by searching the text in the meme
the most dogshit useless decimated search engine in the entire world:
i did find it btw but having a COMPUTER address me like itās a person sent me into such an incandescent rage i nearly pitched my phone clear across the room
āwhat are you gonna do, cry about it?ā yes . the fuck
my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"
"reverted based on user feedback" is possibly the best way to refer to top surgery i have ever heard
When my partner had top surgery, as he was coming out of anesthesia in the recovery room, I dumped two of these out of a paper bag onto his bedside table and said "The doctor said you can keep these, if you want. Like when you get wisdom teeth pulled." The nurse laughed so hard she cried.
what a beautiful day to not be in high school
This is the like those āremember to be grateful you donāt have a sore throat right nowā posts. It IS a beautiful day to not be in high school! Thank you!
Since it's watermelon season!
My grandfather used to grow watermelons, among other things, and he told me about most of this, especially the orange spot. Those are the absolute best!
My most popular post ever is getting likes again, so that means it's getting close to watermelon season!!
you're just mad because you're hungry and tired and your legs hurt and you head hurts and you're too hot and you have depression
I firmly believe that some stories can never be translated into a different medium and that's okay
In The Road to El Dorado there is only really one inexplicable thing within the plot. Miguel and Tulio plausibly bluff their way through or slip out of most situations. However, Iād never figured out why the volcano actually stops erupting when Tulio commands it.Ā
The conclusion I finally came up with is that the actual gods were watching their big entrance go down, and thoughtĀ āoh, thisāll be hilariousā
theres a lot of evidence throughout the movie to say that the armadillo (whose name is bibo) is a god.
they first find him in the jungle, where an armadillo has no business being
they find the entrance to the city, while being followed by him
he is present when the volcano starts to erupt (previous concept art also showed him in the background actually stopping the eruption)
miguel and tulio sucked ass at the ball game, so they used Bibo as a ball. He ricocheted himself all over the place and defied physics to get into the hoop every time
they come up with the flood plan to stop cortez when bibo pushed a glass over in front of them
YOUR TELLING ME THEY USED GOD AS A BASKETBALL?
I actually think the god wanted to be a basketball as a form of enrichment but yeah
and for the lady, perhaps a fking break?
Thinking about it, Iām pretty sure my ancestors would be horrified with me.
Not because Iām lazy or unworthy or anything like thatā¦
ā¦but because one of my distant uncles was among the eight survivors of the Essex, the ship that inspired the ending of Moby Dick and sank after being rammed by a whale, and what do I fuckin do after my bloodline has this Ordeal at Sea?
I get a fuckin degree in Marine Science and go back the fuck out there.
#op its your job to kill that whale
I have been a sheep caretaker for like two days and already I'm like. Wow. I get it.
I get why these were some of the earliest mammals to ever be domesticated. They look up to humans with this sort of dumb but all at once innocent and pure and trusting expression. They're happy to see you. They follow you around. They like to be rubbed under their chins. Maybe its just some latent Scottish highland shepherd DNA I still have in me but I look at my sheep charges and suddenly I see why the love of God for humanity is so often described as a shepherd and his sheep. I'd fight a wolf for these guys. I'd go way the Hell out of my way for them. I'd carry their young for miles on my own back.
nearly 80k reblogs and how many of you eat lamb
The ancient shepherds I'm referencing also ate lamb lol