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TIL if you polish an ancient sword that’s been used in battle, even a 2000 year old sword, it literally bleeds out the blood of the people it’s been used on, which “smells like a steak cooking”.
via reddit.com
cool and definitely not cursed!
This article is pretty neat:
https://www.collectorsweekly.com/articles/my-afternoon-with-the-ace-of-swords/
Today in “things that are fucking scary magical and also need to be in stories more because omfg”…
I’m telling y’all that if you don’t jump around erratically bc a wasp or hornet flies close to you, you’ll have less interaction time with them
If you’re nervous about them (not yknow. allergic. let’s not intentionally misinterpret what I’m saying) ignore them. And I do mean IGNORE. Don’t react.
Also, are you watering or generally handling a source of liquid and they won’t leave you alone? Share some at a distance from yourself. Hell are you eating and they want some? Share it.
Honestly if people treated them with the calmness and affection they show bees they’d have better experiences.
Anyway, have a little plate for the yellowjackets when you picnic. They are eating the bugs that you don’t like so offer them a gift.
Please stop telling me about your allergies. If you gotta bolt bc you could DIE just do it.
Clearly, that means this message is not for you. Move on.
When I’m going to hang out in the yard I usually bring a banana or some other fruit, that I eat right away (because sitting outside and eating fruit is cool) and then I leave the peel/husk/core out someplace, not adjacent to where I’ll be sitting/working. The bees and wasps (and flies) will all zero in on it and have a lil party, and I can do what I’m doing without constant interference. (It’s the same as feeding your pets before you sit down to eat a meal — it distracts them from begging, and honestly a lot of dogs and cats prefer to eat along with their people. I know, it’s odd, but nice.)
Wasps are often more combative in the summer because they’re thirsty. Putting out a little dish of water for them is good. I was in the Spanish mountains one summer and put out a plate of water for the wasps whenever I was bathing, so they didn’t try to drink off me.
Yeah usually if you take a shallow dish out with water and even bits of food (especially fruit) while outside doing activities like reading/swimming/picnics/camping etc you’ll really take the aggression out of most wasps. They’re usually just hungry or thirsty. Just don’t set up camp right next to their nest lol
hi, i have had several near-death anaphylaxis events from yellowjacket stings and i have to carry an epi-pen. if a wasp stings me and i am not immediately stabbed with a large dose of epinephrine, i will suffocate and die within a few minutes. it is very likely i have brain damage from hypoxia from a wasp sting when i was about 4. so pay attention to what i am about to say:
all of the above advice works 100%. wasps and bees and all stinging critters are very very unlikely to sting you if you stay calm and move slowly. they are VERY LIKELY to sting you if you move quickly and jerkily, and are guaranteed to try to sting you if you attempt to kill them. they are not hunting you, they are not stupid, they know you are the size of a skyscraper. they will ONLY sting you if they believe you are trying to hurt or kill them.
many species of wasps, and especially yellowjackets, are solitary or social predators/scavengers. they are extremely intelligent, and aware of you as a fellow creature, whatever that may mean to their bug intelligence.
they are not mindless computers, they are more like little cats or wolves. and they are just doing what it takes to make a living on god’s gay earth: looking for food and water for their children
it is very possible to change how you feel about things you are afraid of, even if you have a clinical phobia. for me, that always starts with knowing more about the thing that scares me.
Here’s a good article on the subject if anyone’s curious! It goes into more detail about public perception of wasps. It not only talks about wasp’s ecological importance, but also how scientific understanding can work to change public opinion on wasps and their nests. https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1111/een.12676 “ Why we love bees and hate wasps “
I’m so so glad I chose to click on the notifications on my post again.
This is exactly why I made this post—not that I expect everyone to fall head over heels in love with these creatures but to see their importance beyond the cultural knee-jerk reaction because of the reductive view we’ve cultivated of them.
I’m also not saying that they’re never somewhat unpredictable and that they’ll never hurt you—just like any other creature they have the capacity too. It’s just very much increased when the reaction to them is to flail and swat and scream.
Thank you guys for your thoughtful additions to this post I appreciate beyond words. Pls continue to carry this level of care and education as our friends wake for winter and start flying around again!
For those who are deathly afraid of them and would like tips to avoid being around them—dark surfaces facing sunlight, standing water, garbage and compost piles, and rotten wood are going to be their favorite spots as our hemisphere warms for the season. Avoid those to minimize possible contact with wasps, hornets, and other insects waking for spring
all video games should have a “I’m shit at video games but I’m curious about the story and I don’t want to watch a let’s play” mode
I am
I made this post because I am disabled and no matter how much I practice there are some games I will never be able to play because I physically cannot move my fingers the way you have to and the responses to this post from other disabled people, people who grew up unable to play video games, and people who just aren’t very good at them has been extremely enthusiastically positive, while people who apparently can’t conceive of the idea that some people will never be good at gaming condescendingly comment, tag or send me asks telling me to try easy mode or to get good despite the fact that the feature I’m describing already exists in some games and mods. if you’re part of the latter group, consider that some of us can not ever be good at video games and we still deserve to be able to participate and have fun
Ok, real talk, if you play PC games I use a program called Wemod that has settings for almost every game ever and you can change them to suit your needs Unlimited health? one hit kill? unlimited items? They can’t mod multiplayer games, but every genre of game imaginable is on Wemod so I use it for everything from stardew valley, subnautica, hades, farming sim and more! It mods the games to your level of ease without needing to mess with any files or get deep into webpages for mods yourself It is a life changer
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Only passing along as the only games I play are on my phone.
Get an older sibling and have them play the game and you watch
One, this is older siblings who watch younger siblings play erasure, two that’s not the point. People deserve to enjoy the experience of playing a game for themselves. Watching someone play is fun. Playing yourself is a different kind of fun.
There are so many reasons why someone wouldn’t want to be challenged by a game, and it’s ridiculous that people can’t fathom someone requiring a different gameplay than themselves.
Back in the dark ages when I was a kid and we got our first computer, my dad noticed that I was sad because I wanted to play computer games like him, so he would let me play his games in god mode. Should a five year old have been playing Ultimate Doom? Absolutely not. Did I enjoy the shit out of it, particularly the part where I couldn’t die and could just wander around aimlessly machine gunning demons to death with no real goal in mind? Hell yes.
Also, no one should have to explain the reason they want to play the game in god mode.
That is absolutely none of your business, if someone wants to play the game with max items, weapons, armor, money etc., whatever reason they’re playing that way for. YOU, the anon on the internet have no business knowing or shitting on how they play. It’s THEIR game, and THEIR gameplay experience. and I hope OP was able to play their game the way they wanted to without being stymied by the games mechanics.
Oh shit, I have something for this!
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Can I Play That? is a fantastic resource for fellow disabled folks who want to play video games, as well as non-disabled video game devs who want to make their games more accessible. I highly recommend checking it out!
I 100% believe that this robot is completely captivated by these kittens
can there be more fun fantasy books for adults? emphasis on fun?
it’s great there are so many stories for young readers about kids and teenagers having adventures and saving the world. I love that! but the desire for magic and wonder doesn’t go away as you age, and I’m tired of this pretense that fantasy geared towards adults has to be dark and gritty and edgy. adults want to escape too! we also want heartwarming stories about magical worlds and grand quests, where characters we relate to save the world and learn important lessons along the way! we want stories that fill us with wonder and hope, stories with happy endings, fantastical worlds that contain more joy and goodness than suffering and cruelty. we still want those stories! give us lighthearted fantasy for adult readers, gosh fuck it
Grandma is the Chosen One.
She finally opens that old wardrobe that her late sister left her and finds the passage to another world.
She gets a letter saying, “We have full scholarships for Non-Traditional Students here at the Academy of Sorcery.”
The kids come to her with the Strange Artifact, and instead of sending them off to deal with it, she sends them home with cookies, puts on her scuffed old Doc Martens, and heads out to Deal With It Once And For All.
SHE is the Lost Princess. Yes, that means her kids and grandkids are going to inherit, but she is not about to leave them an untidy mess of a Kingdom! Time to clean house. Aggressively.
I mean, I’d read this stuff.
You’re 30. Working long shifts at a decent enough job. But it isn’t what you thought you’d be doing. Maybe you work in the county clerk’s office or manage a local Applebees or coach pee-wee soccer it doesn’t matter. You’re not unhappy exactly. You have a decent enough life. But well… This isn’t how you thought you’d life would go. And now you’re past 30 and nothing exciting is likely to happen now. You’re past your adventuring main character in a popular series years and are firmly in supporting character that may get killed off to further the plot years. And it sucks. But that’s ok. You volunteer and help your friends move and buy some plants and try to ignore the growing nagging feeling in the back of your head. You know the one. The part of you that’s still 9 years old and discovering Hobbiton for the first time. The part of you that wants to fight an evil wizard and forge friendships from an unlikely group of ragtag heroes. The part of you that’s brave in a way only children can be. The part of you that stares death in the face and laughs. The part of us all that we squash down because it doesn’t fit into the real world and we mostly forget about. Until we dont. Until it’s the middle of the night and you’re awake cause you heard a noise or have to pee or are too hot or whatever. Because you’re 30 and that means getting up to pee in the middle of the night and having stiff joints and always being tired. Except. there’s the noise again. A knock? More like a tap really. At your door or window or microwave And a letter or a messenger or owl or goat ton the other side. That feeling turns into abuzzing and suddenly you Know. This is the moment. The crossroads. You open the letter/bid the messenger entrance. And your quest begins. You find yourself facing a group of other 30 somethings and they tell you that they’ve chosen you. That you’re special. That you always we’re. That there’s an evil in the land. You ask why they didn’t come for you sooner. “Ask a child to do an adults job? Send a child to their death under the guise of heroism and grandeur? No. That’s not heroism. That’s folly. Children shouldn’t have to be relied upon to save us. If they are than that means we’ve failed. Adults should protect children. And we can'talways. But we try. You have a life. You have a choice. You have something to lose here. And you know the stakes. A child doesn’t, not really. And they shouldn’t have too.” And they go on to explain how they saw children doing what adults dared not. And then they saw the aftermath. The haunted looks and nightmares and cries for fallen friends. How they couldn’t trust those older than them. How they were soldiers. Always. How they didn’t know aught else. So the adults banneded together with the battle harden youth and said no more. No more sending children to clean up our messes. Which is where you come in. The chosen one. All grown up. Still holding out hope for adventure. Aware of unfairness and evil and people just trying their best. Ready, finally, to helpsave the world. But only if you want to. And you do. Because it’s a choice. Which is how you end up with your rowdy band of misfits adventuring to find a lost whatever and harness your chosen ones powers and help the less fortunate on your way to save the world from the big bad. And it’s hard. And people die and your joints still ache and you still haveto get up in the middle of the night to pee. But that feeling in the back of your head is gone. And when you get to the big bad it’s not a moral quandary. There isn’t a shade of grey to be found. You still offer them a choice. They still choose evil. You still end them. But unlike a child. You knew what you were doing. You knew what it would come to. Or at least suspected. And you knew how that moment would affect you. You’ll live your life knowing you did the best you could with he information you had at the time. Unlike a child who might spend their lives wondering what if. You all chose to be there. You all accepted the risk. You weren’t deluded into believing a false narrative that
filled your mind with delusions of grandeur. You got your adventure. And somewhere else. Another got their childhood. And really, that’s all you can ask.
EVERYONE STOP AND LOOK AT THIS
Have you ever heard of Shaun Keenan? Probably not, but you have now.
Amazing art of dinosaurs in the wild American West? Yes please!
There’s so many he’s done and they’re all just the best aesthetic.
What I never knew I needed but a void has definitely been filled.
Go to his website and give some support!
http://shaunkeenan.com/
I love these
I’ve been following this guy for a while on Instagram, and since this original post he’s expanded his series to include a variety of cultures beyond the American West.
WoW orc on a daeodon.
A take on the 80s Dino Riders.
Skeletal styracosaurus.
Spartan and armored T-rex.
WWII Ankylosaurus.
Aztec Eagle Warriors and Therizinosaurus.
Mongolian warriors and mammoths + sabertooth tiger.
Mad Max inspired rider on a carnotaur.
Viking and ceratosaurus.
“too much love” - photo sequence by katja kemnitz
#oh to be loved and worn down and turn into something else for it #still yourself but now fundamentally changed #rather be aware of your imperfection through love than remain perfect and unloved
actually slaughtered by this tag response thank you
“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
The Velveteen Rabbit — Margery Williams
its kinda scary how your whole life depends on how well you do as a teenager
oh my god No it doesn’t don’t put this kind of pressure on people?? you can absolutely fuck up in your teen years and continue on to a good life just fine. you can drop out of school, get a GED, still go to college and finish your degree as late as you want. i know people in my school who still haven’t graduated and they’re 26. some older. you can always transfer someplace else, always build yourself up from the ground. after a certain amount of college credits, a lot of schools really don’t care about your high school GED or your SAT scores anymore. if you fuck up in your teenage years you are not a failure!! you can ALWAYS re-invent yourself, always start over. there is always a second chance.
Reblogging this for my followers freaking out over art school/college. I dropped out of high school and never thought I’d get into college as easily as I did. You will be fine!
Fun story my biology professor just told us: When he was 23 he was married to his wife and worked two jobs to support them since she was in college: gas station attendant and construction worker. He worked these two jobs because that was the only work he could get since he was at the reading level of a third grader.
One night he was writing something and his wife noticed he was writing from right to left. Since she was studying occupational therapy she realized he had a learning disability and started working with him. He slowly began to learn to read, and at 26 got his GED and went to college.
His first year of college he took the lowest level math course he could take, 001. Over the years he worked on learning what he needed to, ended up graduating with a biology degree. He then went on to get his masters and PhD, graduating at the top of his class. He is now an extremely accomplished biologist and professor.
So don’t let anyone tell you that you’re future is based on your choices as a teenager.
Seriously. Do not believe this. You aren’t even stuck with your choices you make in your 20s. I didn’t start working in my current field until just after my 30th birthday. It has nothing to do with what I went to school for in my 20s. My husband has a political science degree, and he’s a sports journalist.
You are not tied to anything. Go. Be.
My day job did not exist when I was a teenager. And the idea of trying to be an author was a distant thing on my radar. I thought I was going to be an English teacher. And then I thought I was going to be a music teacher. And then I thought I was going to be a drama teacher.
Also in there: therapist, early childhood educator, then finally: web developer–because by then it was an actual thing that existed. I didn’t actually figure out what I “wanted to do when I grew up” until about eight years ago, when I was 36. I tried pursuing writing when I was 30, stopped, then started pursuing it seriously again when I was 40.
There is always time to change. And don’t let anyone tell you that high school is “the best time of your life” either, because that’s bullshit too.
I was a high school drop out and didn’t go to college until I was within a month of my 40th birthday. While there I changed my major twice. Then I taught art long enough to earn retirement. Before college I’ve worked in dog kennels, as a cashier, a dental assistant, a vet assistant, electronics assembly, a machinist in the military, picking up trash in a state park and as locksmith at a university. After teaching I worked night shift as a securety guard. Life is freaking adventure, not a locked grid you must move from one square to another. Take a chance, If you fail, get back up, dust yourself off and try something new.
Your life is not over at 25. You can continue to learn and engage with hobbies and change your life path and meet new people. Get rid of this idea that what you decide to do at 18 is gonna be what you do for life
As someone who freaks out at times about this kind of thing in my final year of university, this really helped.
How to write kids, if you don’t remember being one or haven’t lived with any
1. Kids never feel as small as you see them. A three year old thinks a one year old is a baby and a six year old is grown up. A six year old thinks a three year old is a baby and a twelve year old is an adult. Age is about perspective. One year is a huge age difference to a little kid.
2. Little kids might not be conscious of their physical limitations, but they can still be frustrated by them. A seven year old might see an adult do something relatively simple, like draw a straight line or perfectly crack an egg, and try to do the same thing, only to be frustrated when it doesn’t work.
Imagine suddenly having an injury that makes a skill you use every day become difficult- you feel you should be able to do the thing, and you understand the thing should be easy for you, but it isn’t. It can be immensely frustrating to have a brain that grasps a concept that language or fine motor skills haven’t caught up to.
3. You know when you forget a word, and have to make something up on the fly to describe the word? That’s pretty much exactly what learning your first language is like.
You know what you intend, but you don’t have a way to express it, and it can move you to tears with frustration when everyone around you is suggesting the wrong thing, or seems completely certain they understand what you mean, and they don’t.
You don’t have a word for “Later”? You might try saying “next time”, or, “after”, or, “before tomorrow”.
This might result in saying, “Are we going to the park next time?”, “Are we going to the park before tomorrow?”, or, “Are we going to the park after?”, all of which can result in different answers.
4. Kids feel like adults are a different species. They don’t get why we do certain things, and they don’t understand why we don’t want to run around with them all the time.
If sitting still is boring, coffee tastes bitter, and long conversations only happen with weird-smelling strangers who talk to them like they’re stupid, then they truly will not understand why anyone would *want* to be left to have coffee with a friend without welcome distractions to make it bearable.
Aren’t you bored? You aren’t doing anything. How could you possibly be stimulated without any food or toys or music or anything? Why don’t you just leave? Do you *have* to be there, the way you had to go to work? Adults are weird.
5. Children have complex social relationships that are just as varied as yours.
A room full of third graders might look like indiscriminate chaos to an adult, but pick a well connected kid, and they’ll tell you that Megan is the fashion icon who can do hair really well, Thomas is the athlete, Gray gets mean when he has to share so nobody wants to play with him, Paisley can’t read and the boys make fun of her for it so don’t make her work in a group with Anthony, Dillon put a bug in their food once so they’ll never trust him again, and Matthew’s parents let him watch family guy so he says bad words and makes grown-up jokes that make other kids uncomfortable.
You don’t see this stuff because you aren’t inside the society. They are, and they do.
6. Time. Moves. So. Slow. Five minutes really does feel like half an hour. Sit still for five minutes? That’s like you sitting in a waiting room at the DMV for an hour. Wouldn’t you get annoyed and impatient? They haven’t learned to hide their irritation yet. That’s really the only difference.
7. “Reading in your head” requires understanding that you have a Voice, which people can hear, and Thoughts, which are audible only to yourself. This can be a difficult concept to grasp. If a kid is reading out loud, and you tell them to read quietly, there’s a good chance they’re going to whisper or mouth the words instead of going totally silent the way you might. Splitting the self into multiples like “Internal monologue VS public perception” or “What I look like VS how I think I look” is alien and bizarre. If a kid thinks they look like a Dragon and you laugh at them? Ouch. They might be mad for a while.
8. Repetitive chores make no sense when your awareness of time doesn’t extend beyond a week or so. Why should I wash my blankets? They don’t look dirty and I don’t smell anything bad. Blankets don’t get dirty unless you put dirt on them. If you put a blanket in a washer, you can’t use that blanket AT ALL the ENTIRE TIME it’s being cleaned. That might be an hour, but it will *feel* like a week. And you have to do that every two weeks?? That’s overkill. Why even bother?
9. Kids have opinions about adults. They will have a sense about whether an adult is “real-kind” or “fake-kind”. An adult who listens respectfully to what they have to say, asks thoughtful questions, and takes their concerns seriously? That’s a good adult. An adult that oversimplifies their struggles, ignores their complex social rules, and gives bullshit advice like “just walk away from bullies” and “turn your chores into a fun game”? That’s not a trustworthy adult. That’s an Adult™. An Adult™ doesn’t consider them to be a real human being with thoughts and emotions. An Adult™ sees them as an inferior, amusing pet. And they will actively sabotage An Adult™ like that.
10. Emotions are physical at a young age. Joy might make their body buzz until they can’t help but wiggle or jump around. Sadness might be a huge physical pain in their throat and heart. Everything they experience is still relatively.New to.them, so there is very little frame of reference to decide if this is a “big hurt that will last forever and ever and never go away”, or a “small hurt, that can be fixed easily and won’t matter in five minutes”. If someone lies to them about getting a cookie, that very well might be all the betrayal of your best friend sleeping with your husband.
Fortunately, a child probably won’t be able to burn all your clothes in the yard without your notice.
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i don't wanna love myself like "buy this feel good". i wanna love myself like i made a sandwich for later because i knew i'd be too busy. i wanna love myself like hang on take a breath do you actually like this. i wanna love myself like okay we're gonna set a reminder to get up and brush our teeth. i wanna love myself like - it's okay to say no, it's okay to take that nap, it's okay to go home.
i don't wanna feel sexy like tv. i don't wanna feel sexy like little black dress. i wanna feel sexy like high note during karaoke. like just got done writing 14 pages of poetry. like let me show you this scarf i've been knitting. i wanna feel sexy like hand on the back of the headrest while you parallel park. like did i tell you about that time i saved a baby bird. like don't tell her but i've been sneaking money into her purse.
i don't wanna feel pretty like expensive. like high fashion. like paid to be here. i wanna feel pretty like a bird in a puddle. i wanna feel pretty like streak of dyed hair. i wanna feel pretty like calligraphy, like new leaves, like a skinned knee bleed, like a dog running at full speed. i wanna feel pretty like lying next to you. i wanna feel pretty like the new album just dropped, i wanna feel pretty like a shower, i wanna feel pretty like a stone wall all covered in moss.
i keep saying body neutrality. that feels negative - no bad things, no good things, just body. but i mean - my body is neutral like a flower is neutral like an oil slick is neutral like a day is neutral, too. my body is neutral so a kiss can feel like lightning so a dance can feel like a hula hoop so a walk to get coffee can feel like - god, i'm so happy to just be around you.
my body is a site. not the source of the joy, just where i can find it. i don't wanna love like - finally got my body tight/forced myself through a diet/whatever trend is the current hype. i wanna love myself like - i go to this river and i find gold every time i shift around inside it. i wanna love myself like - i feel sexy because it's sexy to be alive, and laughing. i wanna love myself like - bitch, i could have died, and i didn't, and if that isn't the prettiest almost in the whole world, than i don't know what is.
wow i wanna love myself like extremely pleasing typefacing i wanna love myself like enjoyed this post i made a little art about it i wanna love myself like the little flags on the letter t love to curl themselves against their base i want to love myself like hold on mom, it's a good reason i'm crying
It's time to kill the idea that we can only grow and heal when we're uncomfortable. You heal every time you have a good conversation with someone. You heal every time you laugh. You heal every time something makes you smile genuinely. You heal every time you have fun creating something - anything. You heal every time you get so absorbed in something fun that you forget your struggles for a while. There is, in fact, lots of healing and growth to be found INSIDE your comfort zone.
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