courage, dear heart

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[goldsleeps]

etc inspo fav

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[dragongirlsnout]

When you drink a minuscule amount of alcohol and still get absolutely wasted: Night of the Hog

When you drink a ton and yet feel nothing out of the ordinary: Night of the Wolf

[dragongirlsnout]

I reference this literally every time I'm at a bar because I'm somewhat convinced I saw it in a tumblr post somewhere but I have been informed that this is not in fact a known tumblr post in circulation and I was shown a prophetic vision at some point leading me to form the dichotomy from first principals

[headspace-hotel]

Seeing the large-scale patterns in how plant species are distributed across the landscape is nuts because it highlights how we manage land according to Concepts, and create technology for managing land according to Concepts, and we have words for certain types of environments and not others

Like, in my area, out of our plants that grow here, there is a certain group of plants that Exists in Forests, and another group that Exists in Lawns, and another group that Exists in Pastures, and depending on certain factors like how far upland it is and the soil pH, you can get a pretty good sense of what you're going to see and you can find environments like that over and over again, with similar combinations of plants.

And then there are plants that are absolute wildcards, that don't consistently exist anywhere because their habitats are only ever created accidentally. Powerline cuts, abandoned stretches of land, roadsides that are intermittently maintained, patches of land with complicated histories of being used for this and that and the other, disturbed and neglected in various ways.

Like in the eastern USA we have concept "forest" and we have concept "field/pasture" and then there is Land Used By People (mowed by heavy machinery) but probably like 1/2 of our plant biodiversity straight up can't live in forests of the density and lack of disturbance that Eastern forests have, but also can't live in the socially acknowledge categories of "useful" land that we have, so you find them in these random ass places that are like, A Ditch Between A Railroad Track And A Poorly Maintained Public Park or Field Where There Used To Be Horses But Now People Ride ATV's There

[witchswards]

magia

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[rowsofviolets]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH been missing catradora like a mf recently🚬🚬🚬🚬my og otp

[nsectloop]

[cloudabserk]

WARNING do NOT start reading books and comics or watching movies or looking at art!!! you will start wanting to create art yourself. or god forbid. writing.

[cambriancrew]

[halfabouros]

No but actually LMAO

[fairyshotgun]

moulting season

[taylornprice]

some california wildflowers!

[runningonspitensunshine]

i need everyone to get 300% more insane about mercymorn right the fuck now. this is a lady who spent ten thousand years learning everything there is to the human body to the point where she could just modify a person blind. just reach in and and tie harrow’s lil noodle spine into a knot, bypassing her lyctoral shielding. seduced her best friend, worst enemy, and sworn god to steal his sperm (it’s also apparently implied she just. summoned it out of his balls instead of collecting it the normal way) to help a terrorist make a baby from it.

she slaps augustine across the mouth and he spits out his teeth, despite the fact that he is a ten thousand year old lyctor who should have had ironclad shielding. out of all the necros that swore themselves to god, she was one of the remaining ones, one of the last lyctors to survive the resurrection beasts.

she vaporized god. she vaporized god. she unwound the most powerful necromancer she knew on the fly and reduced him to his base components because she just. had the knowledge in her brain. mercymorn turned a man running on the souls of ten billion into fine red mist on a fucking impulse.

she spends all of htn trying to kill harrow out of some bizarre attempt to live up to her name. she’s kind about it, even. she draws weird little squiggles that look like everything but monsters. she fantasizes about putting her idiot boss in acid jail. she worries about her dress making her look like a melon even though she literally seduces god and also a guy who hates her.

and nobody really likes her. g1deon is g1deon, by which i mean he is being tortured and weird about everything on account of being two people and thus has little to no opinion on what she does. augustine fucking hates her unless they’re working together to honey trap god (no i will not stop mentioning this) and it wasn’t even her fault that alfred died, not really. ianthe follows augustine around like an evil little duckling - does she even have strong opinions on mercy except that it’s gross she’s having a three way with jod and augustine? she was supposed to mentor harrow, but she got the defective one - the one that didn’t even make to lyctorhood properly (does she wish she could’ve done what harrow did? sealed cristabel away forever, even if she had to butcher herself to do it?). and jod. jod loves her, of course, but he’s just so. so. he doesn’t fucking listen is the thing. he deflects and he jokes and he doesn’t say “mercy, i didn’t meant to, mercy, i’ll fix it, mercy, please, forgive me.” he says everything but that.

god fuck what is wrong with me. what is wrong with you guys. be more insane about mercy she deserves it.

[baraphalloplastyclinic]

I actually do think we should discourage women from becoming housewives. Do not become financially dependent on a man. That's how a lot of women ended up dead over the years. A man gets violent suddenly and you have to choose between homelessness or potentially dying at his hand because you have an enormous gap in your resume and no degrees or certifications or anything that will help you pursue a career that will allow you to be financially independent. He owns your bank account. His name is probably the one on the car. Try and leave and he can report it stolen. Where will you go then?

Don't become a housewife.

[blueey-jayzilla]

happy 4/13!

[maskdoll]

deadpan kuudere girl who holds up printed out discord emojis so people can understand what she's feeling

[trixdraws]

🗡️👑✨🌈

[trixdraws]

Green Room 🛋️

[rosedaughter-deactivated2023101]

i have several thoughts on translation and tolkien. not just the textual role of translation in the conceit, no, i want to read the two towers in arabic because some things about the rohirrim would really, especially resonate in arabic. for example, the lament for the rohirrim, and the style of the old english lament that tolkien borrows to evoke maximum nostalgia, grief, and distance from the past, is almost perfectly an echo of the arabic ritha’. 

i found a translation of the fellowship that used the word jinn as a translation for elves, and several people took issue with the choice, but i found it simply perfect. elf, in english, has two connotations in the same way that the word jinn does, and the translator chose this word for a reason. i found it a clever choice.

‘elf’ can evoke either galadriel and fëanor or santa’s little helpers, and you would not swap out this iconic, useful word for another because of either connotation, would you? ‘jinn’ can likewise evoke figures of great mystery and mystique in worlds far removed from our own, or it can evoke horror stories told around a campfire. not only does this match the word for elf in english, in a sort of way, it perfectly captures the sheer difference between elves in the silmarillion and elves in the lord of the rings. 

now, i should love an arabic translation of the fall of gondolin that captures how extremely ancient baghdad it is of turukáno to craft two trees from silver and gold in a city that will never be finished, that will be built and rebuilt forever in the memories and the art of others. 

[hushabyevalley]

Don’t let your dreams be dreams!