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I’m really enamored with the dynamic of two characters who work perfectly in tandem, like pacific rim drift compatible level, but they don’t like each other. It’s not even as strong an emotion as hate it’s just a very neutral-negative dislike, but they still act in perfect concert and their individual abilities are fully complementary
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Something that I get chills about is the fact that the oldest story told made by the oldest civilization opens with "In those days, in those distant days, in those ancient nights."
This confirms that there is a civilization older than the Sumerians that we have yet to find
Some people get existential dread from this
Me? I think it's fucking awesome it shows just how much of this world we have yet to discover and that is just fascinating
@makaeru peer review cos this made me check when the Sumerians happened and I forget how recent history is for every other continent. 7000 - 8000 years ago just isn't that long when you're in Australia, and the amount of detailed history we have access to here is wonderful and should be recognised more internationally
Source (non Aboriginal)
And a quote I picked out from a longer interview with an Aboriginal local elder about the area where he touched on the history
Source (the rest of the interview is really interesting and all transcribed, have a look if you're curious)
This is part of my Ancient Civilizations class that I teach, which does a whole week about Australia and the Torres Strait Islands because I was sick of never seeing them represented in USAmerican history contexts. With the help of @micewithknives and @acearchaeologist I've learned so many incredible things about Australia's past and it's been incredibly rewarding to share them with students.
My favorite fact about Aboriginal oral history is the fact that we pretty recently discovered that the Aboriginal myth of the 7 Sisters, an origin story for the Pleiades star cluster, accurately reflects a point TEN THOUSAND YEARS AGO when two stars in the constellation got close enough together to no longer be distinguishable by the naked eye.
The story? 6 sisters running from something that took their 7th sister.
as a gilgar gunditj woman, i was not expecting to see my culture on my dash.
thank you for spreading our words and treating our culture with respect.
friend of mine recommended a video essay that's like 5 hours long about why it's currently a whole Thing for fascists to claim they only eat meat and demonize vegetables etc etc, and it's genuinely quite well researched in many places and contains some fascinating history and has made me feel very weird about my status as an adult who enjoys drinking milk. but I've not finished it and I genuinely don't know if I will because at one point the ol' "you can't say you care about animals and also eat animals" chestnut got dropped by the white vegan essayist and it put such a bad taste in my mouth that I had to leave instantly
like idk man it just feels genuinely parodic to dedicate hours to analyzing how foodways have frequently been used as white supremacist propaganda and then casually toss out an argument that pretty invariably demonizes indigenous hunting practices with 0 regard for traditional knowledge and land stewardship guiding those practices
I watched that essay, and it was correct in many places, but then it started falling prey to "This expert opinion is unreliable because the expert is employed in their field of expertise." At one point, they listed people's qualifications and said, "Not one of these is a qualification in animal husbandry."
My friends, the majority of the qualifications listed were in animal husbandry, they just didn't use those words. What do you think you learn when you take a degree in "animal agriculture"?
Near the end, the whole thing devolves into veganism as a substitute for actually knowing anything about agricultural policy.
If you want to engage in activism around animal welfare and the environmental impacts of agriculture, you have to actually know things about how agriculture works and about agricultural policy. Not just "I grow a little organic garden in my back yard," not just "jellyfish genes in my tomatoes give me the ick," but actual knowledge.
That set of essayists were also clearly unaware that lactose persistence has evolved in humans multiple times, (1) in every place that humans have domesticated animals that produce excess milk and (2) has consistently evolved after wide-spread milk product consumption in adults. Milk is such a good food source that in multiple times and places, entire cultures have thought consuming it was worth the gastrointestinal effects of lactose intolerance, for enough generations to create evolutionary pressure to fix lactose tolerance.
The Right in the West does have an incredibly stupid relationship to the consumption of meat and other animal products, and it's absurdly politicized. But the consumption of meat and other animal products is also absurdly politicized on the Left in the West.
If you are a lactose tolerant adult, it absolutely is natural for you to consume milk! You should be concerned that the animals that produce that milk are humanely treated, but domestic cows and goats have been coevolving with humans for thousands of years; being kept for milk production is natural for them. Domesticated animals are not wild animals. If you feel like the way that the milk available for you to purchase is not produced ethically, it's absolutely your prerogative to refuse to consume it, and since modern agricultural practices make a huge variety of foods available to you year round, you are totally safe in making that choice.
But the number of (usually but not always white) vegans I've heard complaining about honey bees or dairy cows being exploited for their labor, while not giving a single shit about the human migrant families that pick their strawberries, makes me want to spit nails.
Liver King and the Live Foods Vegan I knew who insisted that if he just found one more thing to cut out of his diet his hair and teeth would stop falling out are, in fact, examples of the usually-inaccurate horseshoe phenomenon.
friend of mine recommended a video essay that's like 5 hours long about why it's currently a whole Thing for fascists to claim they only eat meat and demonize vegetables etc etc, and it's genuinely quite well researched in many places and contains some fascinating history and has made me feel very weird about my status as an adult who enjoys drinking milk. but I've not finished it and I genuinely don't know if I will because at one point the ol' "you can't say you care about animals and also eat animals" chestnut got dropped by the white vegan essayist and it put such a bad taste in my mouth that I had to leave instantly
like idk man it just feels genuinely parodic to dedicate hours to analyzing how foodways have frequently been used as white supremacist propaganda and then casually toss out an argument that pretty invariably demonizes indigenous hunting practices with 0 regard for traditional knowledge and land stewardship guiding those practices
friend of mine recommended a video essay that's like 5 hours long about why it's currently a whole Thing for fascists to claim they only eat meat and demonize vegetables etc etc, and it's genuinely quite well researched in many places and contains some fascinating history and has made me feel very weird about my status as an adult who enjoys drinking milk. but I've not finished it and I genuinely don't know if I will because at one point the ol' "you can't say you care about animals and also eat animals" chestnut got dropped by the white vegan essayist and it put such a bad taste in my mouth that I had to leave instantly
like idk man it just feels genuinely parodic to dedicate hours to analyzing how foodways have frequently been used as white supremacist propaganda and then casually toss out an argument that pretty invariably demonizes indigenous hunting practices with 0 regard for traditional knowledge and land stewardship guiding those practices
Been having so many Elwing feels lately...she was so young......
Maglor: Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
Maedhros: Do NOT forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
C&C: Praise me Father, for I have sinned.
Gil-Galad somewhere: You guys know your father?
Good evening, Archi. For art requests, i would like to ask for a Maedhros. Here's my design for him…
maybe in an outfit like these? i give you options:
i just want a goth Nelyo aaaaaa :,·3 If you could sneak the trans flag somewhere in the jewelry or something, that would be awesome too :·3 if no, no problem
love u archiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
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get a #GayElf // my kofi
happy late birthday jimothy!!
Just draw a gay curufin bro. Do it.
get a #GayElf // my kofi (these are free but if you want to support a fag this june <3)
i feel like you did not need to specify gay curufin. we all know he's gay
I sometimes think about how Fëanáro's fate must've been perceived by those who knew him personally in life, especially his half-brothers, which I haven't seen discussed a lot.
He's dead. Forever stuck in the Halls of Mandos if not the very Void itself, which they don't really know what it means but sounds bad™. He's not coming back, they're never hearing a snarky remark of his again, never seeing a beautiful creation of his again, never hearing his voice or seeing his smile ever again.
Is it really fine? They hate him anyway, don't they? He didn't like them, he never did. He tolerated them on a good day, but in the final years, after Melkor's release, good days seemed like fairytales. He had also led them to ruin, to grief and suffering, to separation and unnumbered tears, to death and a life completely different from what could've been, from what was meant to be. Maybe it was because of an inner pain of his they couldn't understand back then, but even that isn't a justification, let alone an apology (they can never even receive one because - see paragraph above).
But, even then, he was their big brother, as much as he didn't want to be. The super cool guy that was handsome and smart and could do everything. The one everyone praised. They must've looked up to him at least once, at some point. Maybe in hope for a change of heart, for him to realise that all the hate he felt was simply grief biting him and making him bite in response, that loving them wouldn't mean loving his mother any less, that nothing could ever bring her back, so why not? Why not mend his heart by extending an olive branch? Why not hold out a hand instead of waiting for conversations that'll never come, and that would be too late anyway?
Not that it matters. It feels like Fëanáro doesn't exist anymore, some days it feels like he never did at all. Yes, because there came a point, in the ages, where they didn't constantly think about what had happened anymore. You can only hold onto pain for so long before you go insane, before it burns you up from inside. And so entire days and weeks and months and, maybe, eventually, even years and decades if not centuries, go by without Ñolofinwë nor Arafinwë thinking about Fëanáro.
Then it hits them, suddenly and out of nowhere. They're writing something and they're using tengwar, of course they're using tengwar, but their breath itches and they feel a weird weight in their chest that they can't really define: oh, right, it was he who invented it. And, for half a second, they don't see a paranoid and sorrow-driven beast waiving his sword against the sky, cursing fate and the gods (but mostly just himself). The fire they see is of a different kind, now long forgotten by most and even themselves, but still: the one they see is beaming proudly while showing off a beautiful jewel, is playing with children, is laughing loud and warm, is sneaking them candy and is the greatest being in the whole universe that could maybe be their friend one day if things go well enough if he can't be their brother (they'll ignore the heavy feeling that seemed to cloud his eyes, and all the words and tears he'd shed in what he thought secret may be lost to time, for no one needs them anymore). It lasts for a few seconds, and it's mostly a passive thought, really, a flashing blurry image, then it vanishes if not crumbles: any dream, any hope, any memory, leaves as it came and threatens a headache if thought about too much or for too long.
Whatever they saw, and any other version of it, can no longer be, and hasn't been for a long time.
I sometimes think about how Fëanáro's fate must've been perceived by those who knew him personally in life, especially his half-brothers, which I haven't seen discussed a lot.
He's dead. Forever stuck in the Halls of Mandos if not the very Void itself, which they don't really know what it means but sounds bad™. He's not coming back, they're never hearing a snarky remark of his again, never seeing a beautiful creation of his again, never hearing his voice or seeing his smile ever again.
Is it really fine? They hate him anyway, don't they? He didn't like them, he never did. He tolerated them on a good day, but in the final years, after Melkor's release, good days seemed like fairytales. He had also led them to ruin, to grief and suffering, to separation and unnumbered tears, to death and a life completely different from what could've been, from what was meant to be. Maybe it was because of an inner pain of his they couldn't understand back then, but even that isn't a justification, let alone an apology (they can never even receive one because - see paragraph above).
But, even then, he was their big brother, as much as he didn't want to be. The super cool guy that was handsome and smart and could do everything. The one everyone praised. They must've looked up to him at least once, at some point. Maybe in hope for a change of heart, for him to realise that all the hate he felt was simply grief biting him and making him bite in response, that loving them wouldn't mean loving his mother any less, that nothing could ever bring her back, so why not? Why not mend his heart by extending an olive branch? Why not hold out a hand instead of waiting for conversations that'll never come, and that would be too late anyway?
Not that it matters. It feels like Fëanáro doesn't exist anymore, some days it feels like he never did at all. Yes, because there came a point, in the ages, where they didn't constantly think about what had happened anymore. You can only hold onto pain for so long before you go insane, before it burns you up from inside. And so entire days and weeks and months and, maybe, eventually, even years and decades if not centuries, go by without Ñolofinwë nor Arafinwë thinking about Fëanáro.
Then it hits them, suddenly and out of nowhere. They're writing something and they're using tengwar, of course they're using tengwar, but their breath itches and they feel a weird weight in their chest that they can't really define: oh, right, it was he who invented it. And, for half a second, they don't see a paranoid and sorrow-driven beast waiving his sword against the sky, cursing fate and the gods (but mostly just himself). The fire they see is of a different kind, now long forgotten by most and even themselves, but still: the one they see is beaming proudly while showing off a beautiful jewel, is playing with children, is laughing loud and warm, is sneaking them candy and is the greatest being in the whole universe that could maybe be their friend one day if things go well enough if he can't be their brother (they'll ignore the heavy feeling that seemed to cloud his eyes, and all the words and tears he'd shed in what he thought secret may be lost to time, for no one needs them anymore). It lasts for a few seconds, and it's mostly a passive thought, really, a flashing blurry image, then it vanishes if not crumbles: any dream, any hope, any memory, leaves as it came and threatens a headache if thought about too much or for too long.
Whatever they saw, and any other version of it, can no longer be, and hasn't been for a long time.
communication
I’m trying to imagine what it would be like to explain discodoll to someone 6 months ago.
Wilford Warfstache x Ken is not something that would have existed without BloodyMary and the goslingverse, which are also insane and would have been impossible to describe to someone 6 months ago.
