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Only Liam O’Brien could make “I’m coming, pickle” sound as epic as Aragorn saying “For Frodo” at the Black Gate
the way aragorn runs is so chaotic
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#that is a man who A: has tripped over his sword before and been laughed at by EVERY ELF IN RIVENDELL and is NOT going to do it again#and B: knows that he has more leg than anyone else in the room and is GOING TO USE IT BY GODS#he is COVERING GROUND with every step#he got that moniker of strider through HARD HONEST WORK (and very very big steps)#aragorn#lotr movies#viggo mortensen
#So basically. He runs like an actual real person would over uneven ground 😂#The Hollywood Run is pretty to watch sure but also takes place on a paved surface usually#There is no way to look dignified whilst running across lumpy bumpy ground down across a hill. Unless one is an actual gazelle#thankyou Mr. Viggo for that Real Human rep (saving @jonairadreaming's excellent tags because everyone who has ever tried running down an incline over uneven, possibly shifting, ground knows you try to get down there as fast as possible with the least amount of time of foot actually touching the ground and constantly being prepared to shift your weight to keep your balance. By the time the stones actually shift from your weight you already want to be two steps away)
He’s so leg
conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 86 (masterpost here)
Dick: i still think it’s mean that you let Jason have the front seat.
Jason: too slow, Dickhead.
Dick: keep it up and i’ll press your eject button.
Bruce: do not do that- we’re supposed to be hidden right now, do not do that.
Dick: *groan* i’m bored. this is why we make Damian and Tim do these kinda jobs with you. speaking of- ‘s it lonely at the manor with the kids gone for the weekend?
Bruce: well Alfred’s still there, but yes i suppose it is odd. i don’t think i’ve really had multiple days with no kids in the house since Jason died, and before that when you were the only child.
Jason: did Dickie-bird go out like this a lot as a kid? sleepovers n’ shit?
Bruce: oh yeah, he was constantly in and out. it was hard to keep track of, honestly. i used to try and call him down for dinner only to be told by Alfred that he was in Star City, or staying with some classmates i’d never heard of before.
Dick: it got stuffy in the manor! i wanted to go out and talk to people!
Jason, snorting: ‘it got stuffy’ and it’s like, the size of a fucking palace.
Dick: well you would say that, being as when you were a kid you never left,
Jason: *indignant* w- i left?? i had to go to school every damn day! and patrol every damn night!
Dick: oh shush, you know what i mean. for social activities—and don’t say galas! because that doesn’t count, that wasn’t your choice!
Jason: i- *brief hesitation* i left all the time,
Bruce: chum, i love you, but no you didn’t.
Dick: *wheeze* clock his shit, B!
Jason, defensive: he’s not clocking anything!
Bruce, slightly amused: you were- Jaylad, you were a great kid, but you were a bit of a hermit.
Jason: excuse me?
Dick: *cackling* he’s- he’s calling you a loser, by the way.
Bruce: now i never used that word-
Jason: YOU WERE THINKING IT THOUGH!
*a beat*
Bruce: well,
Dick: *uncontrollable wheezing*
Jason, annoyed: oh my GOD.
Bruce: Jason, you had no friends.
Jason: I HAD FRIENDS.
Dick, choking: you didn’t,
Jason: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON—i was fine, i was a happy child.
*pause*
Jason: relatively.
Bruce, fondly: i’m sorry Jay, you know there’s nothing wrong with preferring your own company, but you have to at least admit that the only person you visited outside the manor was the very rare occasion of Dick letting you go stay with him in Blud.
Dick: -which Alfred paid me to do, by the way. at least for the first few years.
Jason: I-
Bruce: you had no friends. which was fine. …but you did have no friends.
*three seconds of silence*
Jason: i fucking hate this family.
Dick: *cackle*
Jason, indignant: for the fucking record- i didn’t like anyone you wanted to be my friend. it’s not that i couldn’t, it’s that i didn’t want to.
Bruce, conceding: that is also true; i used to try to encourage you to talk to your classmates and you’d tell me you’d rather drink hot oil.
Dick: genuinely what was your problem?
Jason: do you know how annoying kids my age used to be back then??
Dick, pointedly: yes.
*a beat*
*scrabbling, shuffling, smacking sounds*
Bruce: do not- DO NOT- STOP CLIMBING OVER-
Dick: *thud* ack-
Jason: fuckin- not so tough now i’m back here with you, huh? OW-
*thud, smacking, more shifting sounds*
Dick: get your- FUCKING FOOT out my FACE-
Bruce: stop it- don’t make me come back there! JASON- take his head away from the window before you smash it!
Jason: i’m trying to smash it,
Dick: OW- OW THAT’S MY HAIR-
Bruce: LEAVE EACH OTHER ALONE. fuck- that’s the guy we’re waiting for,
Jason: DON’T PINCH MY NECK??
Dick: you have mud all over your fucking boots—you were getting it on my face!
Jason, smugly: how do you know it’s mud? how do you know i didn’t tread in dog shit?
Dick: EUGH!?! I’LL KILL YOU-
Jason: *evil cackle*
*more fighting sounds*
Bruce: oh for- OK THAT IS IT. I’M DRIVING. IF YOU’RE STILL FIGHTING WHEN WE GET TO THE BASE THEN I’M LEAVING YOU OUTSIDE FOR THE FIGHT.
*car revving*
Bruce, under his breath, bitter: i miss the kids.
Trans ppl love Jason Todd cuz his entire relationship with Bruce is just the very transgender-child/unsupportive parent thing that is mourning someone who’s right in front of you and still refusing to do right by them
Wyldon: Pick your battles
Wyldon, To Kel And Neal: That’s… That’s too many battles, put some battles back
things in fic I'm used to people kind of faking their way through writing about:
the city of los angeles
the city of new york
sex
how drinking alcohol works
how getting high works
how a child of any age speaks
how nuclear physics work
how [my job] works
how debilitating being shot in the shoulder is
how hypothermia works
things I have never before seen someone fake their way through writing about, until today:
what french toast is
read through the notes on this one trust me
Here's some of the notes, starting with the things multiple people brought up:
SHRIMP COCKTAIL:
banahbanah: #flashback to that one fic where Peter Parker frets about drinking shrimp cocktail because of the alcohol
generaldeliciousness: adding: what a prawn/shrimp cocktail is
#why is your character turning it down because they're under 21 #do you think prawn cocktail is a cocktail #this lives in my brain rent-free constantly #the rest of the fic was so normal #and good enough that i'll still re-read it #but bro
And then many, MANY, people wondering if this was actually authour mistake, since Peter really would do this!
POMEGRANATES:
zhajhassa: #haha where's that post that was like someone describing someone eating a pomegranate but they ate it like an apple
thornhands: #once someone wrote persephone biting into a whole Pomegranate #had to stop and stare at a wall for a minute
sungsingsanguine: I once saw someone very confidently write about a character eating slices of pomegranate.
FRUIT TREES:
zagreuses-toast: #given a very endearing glimpse into a writers blindspots by seeing them describe someone sitting under a ''pineapple tree''
salatrash: I remember something about picking watermelons... OF A FUCKING TREE
baander: #cranberry trees
DOUGH/BATTER:
maycelium: #I'm a chef so I'm really used to people not accurately describing how to cook food #But I was surprisingly flabbergasted when someone was writing making a cake and was kneading it. Which uh #Not necessary for cake. It was interesting for sure but just bizarre
livebloggingmydescentintomadness: #the one that drove me nuts was when a character set aside a batch of PASTA DOUGH 'to rise' #pasta doesn't have yeast!! #it does need to REST but it will never RISE #you do not want an airy crumb on your noodles
lovesodeepandwideandwell: #THE ONE WHERE THEY MADE COOKIES BY LADLING BATTER INTO A TRAY
Some other topics:
Sometimes I’m looking for something online - often “how to” articles - and I want to filter for - like - a website that was clearly built in 2010 at the latest, which may or may not have been updated since then, but contains a vast wealth of information on one topic, painstakingly organized by an unknown legend in the field with decades’ worth of experience. I don’t want a listicle with a nice stolen picture in a slideshow format written by a content aggregator that God forgot. I want hand-drawn diagrams by some genius professor who doesn’t understand SEO at all, but understands making stir-fries or raising stick insects better than anyone else on this earth. I don’t know what search settings to put into Google to get this.
thank you for articulating this cri de coeur for me
ngl these days i’m just happy when it’s not a video
search.marginalia.nu is the search engine you want!
The search engine calculates a score that aggressively favors text-heavy websites, and punishes those that have too many modern web design features.
This is in a sense the opposite of what most major search engines do, they favor modern websites over old-looking ones. Most links you find here will be nearly impossible to find on a regular search engine, as they aren’t sufficiently search engine optimized.
“It is a search engine, designed to help you find what you didn’t even know you were looking for. If you search for “Plato”, you might for example end up at the Canterbury Tales. Go looking for the Canterbury Tales, and you may stumble upon Neil Gaiman’s blog.
If you are looking for fact, this is almost certainly the wrong tool. If you are looking for serendipity, you’re on the right track. When was the last time you just stumbled onto something interesting, by the way?
I don’t expect this will be the next “big” search engine. This is and will remain a niche tool for a niche audience.“
i clicked around for a few minutes searching various things and I now have two fourteenth century pie crust recipes and an apple filling recipe i want to try, so thanks!
it has been twenty minutes and I am deeply in love with this search engine.
INCREDIBLE. I *do* want to know how to test Windows 95 for Y2K Compliance and I am glad that someone is still hosting step by step instructions for that.
tl;dr: search.marginalia.nu for the old or old looking and just plain serendipitous stuff that google or Duck duck go are gonna not find/bury on the 20th page. For perfectly good reasons, but …
My absolute favorite part of having made this post - other than causing people to be introduced to this site - are the people in the tags/comments talking about their interests and stuff they found about their hobbies.
Good luck out there surfing the cyberweb, you crazy cats. I love the shoelace website too - Ian’s Shoelace Site [link], unless there’s another. My personal favorite old-school site is Alysion’s string figure collection [link].
I dont know about you guys but to me the term "Boys will be Boys" is actually about whatever dumb shit the Richmond team on Ted Lasso was doing
There is one very important thing I need people without major dietary restrictions to understand: the distress caused by allergies, celiac disease, and other food restrictions is largely not about the food.
Do I miss some foods I can't eat anymore without getting sick? Sure, but that's not what really bothers me. What bothers me is being excluded from a huge portion of human social life of which food is a crucial component. What bothers me is the stress and social stigma of trying to figure out what I can safely eat. What bothers me is the amount of extra work and cost that is required of me to identify, obtain, and prepare safe foods. What bothers me is people treating my needs like a nuisance, as though I chose to be like this - as though their brief inconvenience to check an ingredients list is unreasonable, when I deal with this every day of my life forever.
I don't miss the food that much. I miss not having to worry about what I eat. I miss freedom. I miss when trying new foods and new restaurants was fun instead of a minefield. I miss not having to plan my entire life around the need for safe foods.
Food is such a basic human need, and a lot of people don't really need to think about it. When your danger foods can be anywhere and everywhere, suddenly your entire life revolves around avoiding them, and it massively sucks. You get used to it and it's not a big deal most of the time, but then you go to a new restaurant, or your office has a potluck, or you've been invited to a party and suddenly it feels just as miserable and exhausting as it ever has.
Why is it that every time I google something like "Are olives poisonous to cats" the top results are always like "Fun fact: Cats are carnivores! This means that they eat meat. There is no reason to include olives in a cat's diet. You should feed your cat cat food, which is dry or wet food especially designed for cats. You can purchase this at a store." like is there a single person alive on the planet who's googled "Are blueberry muffins safe for cats" because they're planning on switching their cat to a muffin-only diet??? No, I'm asking because the little bastard somehow popped open the packet while I was putting away the groceries and dragged one under the couch before I could react and now I need to know if I should call the after-hours vet. "Cats should not eat spaghetti." NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!!!! "Try to keep human food away from cats." i live in a studio apartment with a completely silent and permanently hungry apex predator who has the intelligence of a toddler and the desperate Machiavellian cunning of a creature who spent his formative months on the streets. He can already open doors and he is this 👌 close to learning how to open the microwave. He is stronger than me and covered in knives. So im gonna do my best but for the moment i just need you to tell me whether this yoghurt is going to kill my son y/n
I've been using the pet poison hotline's poison list cause it has a search function. It also tells you whether something is mildly, moderately, or severely toxic which can be very handy! It doesn't contain like everything but it might be a good place to start, it also includes plants for fellow houseplant lovers <3
Explore Pet Poison Helpline®s vast knowledge on poisons by reviewing our pet poison list. Explore our top 10 poison and holiday poison lists
For plants specifically, there’s also a wildly detailed set of posts and listings about toxicity on the old, wonderful, Plants Are the Strangest People blog
Oh thanks but what the fuck does any of that mean
I’ve seen quite a few of these in my time, but this one takes the cake.
This is fucking killing me
Golp: a roundel purpure.
Repeat this to yourself until it begins to have meaning
Okay then since some of you need to be reminded of this:
Roundels are circles in heraldry. They are named according to their color, which also has its own lingo. Let’s meet them!
Bezant: roundel or (gold) 🟡
Plate: roundel argent (silver) ⚪️
Torteau: roundel gules (red) 🔴
Pomme: roundel vert (green) 🟢
Hurt: roundel azure (blue) 🔵
Golp: roundel purpure (purple) 🟣
Pellet: roundel sable (black) ⚫️
If your field is strewn with roundels, you can describe it appropriately as being bezanty, hurty, golpy, and so on.
Even if I didn’t have a solid plan, in the back of my head, I always assumed I’d kill myself.
Now I’m an adult and people my age have their lives in order and I’m stuck here, confused, because I never planned to be alive and I’m so far behind.
I feel like I’ll never catch up.
Hey all.
I want to make an addition to this. I made this post a long time ago.
I’m currently back in university, and I’ve made so much progress with my trauma. I’m in a loving relationship.
Things can and will get better. It’s not too late.
Nothing is perfect by any means. But I’m happy I’m still here and didn’t kill myself. I hope you get to that point, too 💕
The addition is important! I see the original post circulating a lot, but the addition is important!
New addition two years later. I’m still going strong!
I’m getting married. I’m still in that loving relationship.
I’ve learned that there’s no real timeline. It’s okay. And while it sucks that I lost time, there’s still so much for me to experience and enjoy.
Newest addition. 7 years after the original post!
I got married last month! My dog is laying on me snoring. I’ve learned to have healthy friendships and relationships. I’ve learned that I’m not alone and that even when things are hard, I’m going to be okay.
This showed up in my notes again. And here we are. 2026.
I’ve been married a little over two years. I just got home from friendships that feel like home and family. My husband and I have our own place. I have a full ass book ready to be published.
I don’t know. I’m still in a good place and I can’t believe how far I’ve come from my original post.
the men in my life are all good men, or, at least, they are men who are not violent - and that is enough for a man to be considered good; that he could be violent but is not.
the men in my life are good men. recently at a hardware store one of the men in my life let me stand behind him, just a little, in that ghosting way that girls can learn. the disappearing technique we master of shadowing behind our Good Men. this was to protect me from a man who was not-being-good.
i fall down. one of the good men in my life offers me one arm like a knight, we are laughing while i clamber back onto my feet. i give the good men in my life piggy back rides because i like to show off how strong i am. i give the good men in my life run-at-them hugs. i let the good men in my life pick me up like i am a sack of grain; i get the good men in my life coffee, i make them sandwiches, i teach them dancing.
i am a man-hater, obviously. i am gay enough the insult is sort of funny. waiting for the bus, where there are men who are not-known-to-be-good, i google how to make a fist. i can never remember if the thumb goes on the outside or the inside, only that it is imperative that i do not fuck it up or i will break my thumb at the same time the man tries to break me.
i walk my dog around the track only-at-dusk and-no-later. i made that mistake once, in august, hoping i could take a later run and maybe see the stars - i romanticized the idea of being able to skulk like a fox. the man that followed me across three lawns, two road-crossings, and back to my car - he spent the whole time whistling. the good men in my life say - oh, do you need me to come with you? and are actually asking - do you feel safe?
i fall down in a supermarket. a man i do not know grabs the inside of my knee. i do not know if the man is good, but i am supposed to give men the benefit of the doubt, so i laugh while standing. a man trying-to-be-in-my-life says what, no hug? and i have to decide if it worth it to just take off or put up with it. a man who-might-not-be-good stares at me while i walk by - i have to calculate if he’s just looking or if he’s watching. other men have badly hurt me, physically. the casual remark made is that those men are not real men. but they were real enough, to me.
there are many men who are mad at me. an entire reddit thread once was dedicated to how to dox me for feminist ranting - it was kind of funny, when it wasn’t downright scary. i have been stalked and harassed and treated horribly. they are all good men, in their own lives, you know. they are not violent, usually, unless provoked, and all it takes for a man to be good is for him to not be violent unless provoked, and i am, of course, always provoking.
a man in my life rolls his eyes. “i am sick of hearing this. we get it, all men are fucking evil. get over it.”
a man who-is-not-good shouts something unwritable at me. i have to tell the good man i am standing next to - it’s okay, this is nothing compared to what-could-be, this happens, it’s really not that big of a deal to me.
“but it should be,” he says. “it should be.”
Okay, we got a new one, boys.
Close enough welcome back Chekov's gun.
Prev you can’t bury this in your own tags
ID: A screenshot of tags left on the tumblr post. They read "#it's actually kind of a reverse Chekhov's Gun #Chekhov's Gun says "If there is setup there must be payoff" #Asimov's Tail says "if there is payoff there must be setup" #and I think the tail is also important #a tail is not something you'd expect to see on a character unless explicitly pointed out #someone stepping on the tail not only reveals its existence but also tells us things about it #eg it's floor length sensitive and the character either can't or won't keep it out of the way of foot traffic #the upshot seems to be "acclimatise your audience to things they don't understand before you use them" #you don't need to explain how a gun on the mantelpiece works in the same way you need to explain how your protagonist's tail does" End ID.
Commission I am working on rn :3
The Tortall books are for horse girls, girls who wish they could talk with their pets, and girls who picked up as many chairs as their little bodies could lift when their teacher said “I need some strong boys to help me move these chairs”.
the chamber of ordeal is so funny to me because they were like oh look, we’ve discovered this thing of mysterious an unfathomable magic. could be some sort of pocket universe, could be an abstract god. naturally we will be using it for high school graduation ceremonies,