Red string of fate

@theartofmadeline

No title available
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Andulka

Discoholic 🪩

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
noise dept.
Not today Justin

Janaina Medeiros
DEAR READER
wallacepolsom

#extradirty
RMH
🪼

roma★
Mike Driver
i don't do bad sauce passes
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

seen from Latvia
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Chile
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@msephy
Red string of fate
I am printing these words out and gluing them backwards onto my forehead
Movement nudge, back pain, tight hips
X
hey writers, desk workers, and others who sit too much:
if you want to retain mobility and don't want a permanently stiff back, this is important!
There is a reality not so far from our own in which Ratitouille (2007) was filmed as an avant-garde conceptual horror akin to Eraserhead (1977)
There is a young American man in France. His mother has passed away. He has few friends, and works the thankless job of a bus boy in a prestigious restaurant, but dreams of becoming a chef despite having very little skill.
He returns one night to his humble apartment, which is known to have vermin, and comes across a rat, which he could easily kill or set loose on the street.
But the rat- it is special. It seems to speak to him. Promises him every little thing he desires- talent, fame, and fortune. Recognition and esteem like he has only ever seen from afar; fine company like the wealthy men and women whose scraps he picks at over the sink.
Put me on your head, the rat says. Put me on your head and think of nothing.
It is strange at first, yes. Strange to feel another take control of his life and live it better than he ever could. To see miraculous things created with his own two hands, to feel his feet move in graceful and fantastic ways with a confidence he has never had.
But the rat delivers as he had promised: he receives promotions, notoriety, admiration. He is noticed. Envied. Every day is a waking dream, rubbing elbows with beautiful women and handsome men and influential personalities who lavish him with praise. It is addictive, this lifestyle- never mind that he is only ever truly conscious of it as a passenger of in own brain.
It is when he has reached heights few can ever conceive, with all that the rat had ever promised- a beautiful wife in a beautiful house with all the world in his palm, in possession of all the wealth and success a man could ever want, that the rat says that it is leaving.
Leaving? The rat cannot leave. Everything he is, the rat has provided.
"I have delivered on our bargain", the rat says. "I have brought to you all that you have ever dreamed. What more could you desire? I must live my own life, now."
The man is furious. He is terrified. He destroys the rat, in all of the ways that a rat can be destroyed, until nothing is left of it but a fine smear of marinara sauce.
He returns to the restaurant the next day moving like the shell of something hollowed-out and brittle. He cooks well- his fingers remember the movements, his eyes recognize the patterns, his mouth knows without his asking what orders to speak and what platitudes make patrons smile pleasantly with their straight white teeth.
He retains the talents of the rat. The charm of the rat. All the worldly pleasures the rat had provided him.
Still, it seems, he is little more than a vessel for the talents of the rat.
But the rat is gone.
What remains of the man?
You see my vision
Don't have time to make good and accurate accademic research on this but I LOVE the concept behind Bilbo and Gollum trading riddles, because Bilbo has a sword and he could (even though it's not ideal for him) try to kill Gollum; and Gollum, who appears closer to a beast than to a sentient being, could risk it and attack Bilbo, even if the hobbit's armed: Gollum is, after all, an experienced killer, as we are told in the book, he has killed- albeit in the safety granted by the invisibility power of the ring- much bigger preys than Bilbo, and he has the advantage of being used to the dark. But even in ancient epics, monsters that are somewhat humanoid, while often being considered barbarians- take Polyphemus for example- are still creatures you can somehow talk to and bargain with. Even at their worst, they're still considered beings with the capability for reason, even if an elementary one.
And of course they play the riddle game, which you cannot deny is reminiscence of Oedipus and the Sphinx myth- or an older, archetypical myth for "answer my riddle or you will die". Whether it's the Oedipus myth or some older story, the point is- it's old, it's the oldest challenge in the world that involves using your brain, not your strenght, in that sense it is the least refined and sophisticated game of wits you could play and that's why even someone like Gollum, who's hasn't been outside the Gobiln's caves for God knows how long, knows it and how to play.
In the book it says that he often plays riddles with himself and I think he may do so because that's his one string to humanity, the one thing that stops him from turning into a full beast, who's only concerned with the base needs that we share with animals: eating, sleeping, surviving. The fact that often the solution of these riddles are things tied to Gollum's "human" past (I know he was a hobbit, but I'm speaking of humanity in a broader sense) and in the book it says that it is painful for him to have to remember those days in order to answer Bilbo's riddles is a confirmation of that, I believe. Riddles are his only connection to civility and he refuses to sever it, it hurts him to cling to them as it hurts to be reminded of his past, of food that needn't be hunted or having a connection with other people like him, like his grandmother, people, not preys or predators. Remember that Aristotle's quote, "Man is by nature a social animal; an individual who is unsocial naturally and not accidentally is either beneath our notice or more than human." By asking riddles to himself when is alone, by becoming two from only one, Gollum has created the feeblest form of society and avoided becoming a full beast- even though that society is only made by two people who are the same guy. I really think thag riddles shows that he used to- and maybe at his core still is- a social being.
Maybe even more important and "humanising" than the riddles is the fact that they play a game of riddles, with a set of rules that, as a guarantee, has Bilbo's and Gollum's word of honour. Is that not the most primordial form of a human contract and is "someone's word of honour" not something that only a human could give? You can't ask a animal or a beast for their words: you can certainly build a sort relationship with them, you can train them, you can learn to communicate with them in someway, but there is not such thing as clearly negotiating a pact with them or holding them to a promise.
[I'm not trying to insult animals or deny that we can build incredibly strong bonds with them and find ways to communicate with them (this is the piss on the poor website, I feel like I have to specificate), but you see my point, right? That I am talking about a proper communication and the stipulation of a pact, with rules, consequences and guarantees.]
It's personally something that I always marvel at when I read ancient literature. Often, you see a character represented as a dumb, violent or impolite humanoid as a xenophobic metaphor for barbarians, foreigners, people who do not share the costumes and conventions of the author's civilizations and are therefore considered subhuman, but if they can speak and be held to a promise that is a sign that they are still reasonable beings, that they are human enough.
And that is what Gollum is, human just enough, as much as in the entirety of LOTR everybody tries to dismiss him as a beast because they feel disgusted that may have something in common with that being. Like, Bilbo in the book constantly refers to him as nasty, as something vicious and terrible and wicked but guess fucking what, buddy: you're more similar than you think. Frodo had a point the entire time. I'm sorry, Samwise, but that thing, by ancient literature rules, appears to be a sub-category of a human being.
And I am moderately sure I have a point in all this, because Tolkien was a classic philologist and he sprinkled the Hobbit with reference to old epics to the point "The Odyssey [ytp]" would not be such a far off title. For crying out loud, Thorin puts a tree branch with an end on fire in one of the Trolls's eyes: I think Homer has the grounds for a lawsuit in the afterlife.
And these are the thoughts of a student of classics that loves looking for themes, leitmotifs, parallells, connection and whatever. (I am pretty sure there's something to say also about Bilbo winning the game by cheating, but stumbling into cheating, like he was only saying out loud "the fuck I have in my pocket" and it turned out to be useful, because he is Odysseus if he had 1% of his powers but I haven't thought about it enough to say something new or interesting about it).
Now if we take a step back, and we take off our academically trained hat, Bilbo and Gollum game of riddles might honestly be one of the most hilarious "Bilbo should have died" moment.
Let's forget that Gollum is a narratively human and binded to the conventions of humans in ancient narratives, so he does not comprehend the statement that (quoting the book): "the riddle-game was sacred and of immense antiquity, and even wicked creatures were afraid to cheat when they played at it". Maybe he doesn't even classify as a wicked creature, he is a straight up beast (like many characters consider him to be), or maybe, you know, he is so fucking crazy to the point that his madness doesn't take a step back when it comes to the ancient costume of fair play in riddles challenges. It's not like Bilbo knows for a fact that he can trust Gollum's word. You can never have the guarantee that you can trust a stranger, let's say that you and I agree that Gollum looks a even less trustworthy than your average stranger.
Bilbo wins the game and he is like "Alright, I won, now you need to show me the way out because it's 🌌the rules🌌".
Buddy, you are dead. You are dead before you can even realise you've "won". In which fucking universe the goblin-killer who has developed night vision, talks to himself in the creepiest way possible- the goblins were more eloquent- and has threatened to eat you- not just kill you, eat you- is keeping his boyscout word of fair-play.
Should I believe, Bilbo, that you got more loose screws in your head than Gollum himself? Are you dumb? *takes a huge breath* FOOL OF A TOOK, there is no God of Riddles that would have magically appeared if Gollum dared to break the sacred rules or riddle-making. This is not Jumanji, Gollum's will is not binded by the game to respect its rules.
You are fucked, Bilbo. You are Saruman-at-the-battle-of-Isengard fucked.
As soon as you said "Wrong answer" Gollum could have- should have- leapt at you and strangled you. When what are you going to do, Bilbo? Invoke the rulebook? Pull a John Goodman in The Big Lebowski going "This is not The War of the Last Alliance, there are rules"? You have never held a sword before and Gollum has decades of experience in killing goblins bare-handed. Do you like your chances, Bilbo? 'Cause I don't.
And like, okay, at the end of it all, Gollum does try to kill Bilbo even before he realises Bilbo stole his ring, but to be fair Bilbo cheated at the game. Like the whole "the riddle game is sacred" rings a bit hypocritical after "What have I got in my pocket?".
Personally, I don't think that Gollum trying to kill Bilbo makes him any less human that he sort of is (human can still cheat and lie and kill- they're very good at it, actually), I still firmly believe in the first point that I made, it's just that, push comes to shove, Bilbo had screwed him with an unfair riddle and Gollum is too unused to any kind of relationship that is not predator-prey to let Bilbo go.
All in all, I just think that Gollum is more human that he is given credit for by many characters and Bilbo gives off strong "first character to die in a horror movie" vibes in the way that he deals with Gollum at times.
That being said, this is an analysis of this passage of the Hobbit, not a criticism of the scene. Again, I love Gollum and Bilbo playing riddles and it makes sense for Bilbo try to hold Gollum to his word, since his chances of beating him in a fight are not great. I also think that most 10-year-olds, The Hobbit's intended audience, will think Bilbo is very smart in tricking Gollum and it was a fair request in his side to have Gollum graciously concede the win.
it is very instructive to play both silent hill and resident evil videogames because they are very similar except for how silent hill is good and resident evil is stupid. it helps you figure out what is stupid in a video game and what is good
for example, in silent hill games, you are confronted with many weird baroque puzzles you have to solve to proceed, because that is the dark and creepy and confrontational nature of the world you are in. in resident evil games, you are confronted with weird baroque puzzles you have to solve because apparently, separate from and unrelated to the ongoing zombie apocalypse, the raccoon city designers designed the subway station map so that if you insert a red jewel into the correct diamond shaped recess, a drawer opens that contains a live hand grenade
Acrylic on canvas, 50 × 60 cm
«The Secret of the Evening Lake»
Sometimes we all long for a little more silence and peace, especially when life feels full of noise, emotions, and endless thoughts.For me, the most comforting subject to paint is always sunsets and sunrises. I love the way warm glowing colors meet cool shadows, creating those brief moments when everything feels balanced and calm.While working on this painting, I kept thinking it needed something more. I tried adding people, then birds, then tiny insects. Later I experimented with shimmering lights, almost like fireflies dancing above the water. In the end, I stopped before fully developing them.At some point I realized that this landscape didn’t need anyone or anything else. Its quietness was already enough.So I left it exactly as it is.Wishing you a moment of stillness, peace, and the chance to spend time either with yourself or with the people who make you feel at home.
med people are so annoying "This family's 8 year old child who was about to go through a major surgery and kept crying that she was hungry so they pitied her and gave her food, she then had a heart attack in the surgery. They're so stupid 😒" girl they didn't know that could happen or why it happens. it takes so little time to explain to them that will happen instead of telling them "no food" with no explanation 10 times
"Before surgery, your body’s reflexes that protect your airway are relaxed by anesthesia. If there’s food or liquid in your stomach, it will near certainly come back up and go into your lungs, which can cause choking, a severe lung / heart infection or even a heart attack. That’s called aspiration, and it is life-threatening. It's hard, but it's only a single day to prevent near certain death. Not eating or drinking beforehand massively lowers the risk and helps prevent these life threatening situations under anesthesia." <- TIP: patients have brains which allows them to receive information just like you
I have four kids. I’ve had one or another of them need some kind of surgical procedure that requires anesthesia four or five times over the past 15 years.
This Tumblr post is the first time someone has explained to me *why* I couldn’t feed them before those instances.
I’m not stupid. I understood that just fine. Hell, my kids would have understood that just fine. But no one bothered to tell us.
i did know this before having kids (i have six). we have a kid that's needed multiple procedures requiring anesthesia. and every single time, i am asked multiple times if i'm sure he was not given any food or water after a certain point.
every single time i have had to say, "i understand that if he had food or water, he could aspirate it into his lungs under anesthesia. i am not lying to you." THEN someone would make a little note and i would stop being repeatedly asked.
not a single time was that risk explained to me. the only reason it came up was because i already knew. i still don't understand why it isn't standard pre-op counseling or pre-op check information, when me as a parent acknowledging the actual risk also put THE MEDICAL STAFF at ease because i conveyed that i had informed understanding as reason to not lie about giving my kid food.
"maybe some people will get nervous and refuse surgery" okay so they need more counseling about risks and anxiety, not less information in a way that actually does endanger their child or themselves!
Reblogging to save a life and teach medical professionals basic communication skills
This is good advice for everyone including non-medical personnel. It turns out that it isn't just autistics who learn better if you explain why you're asking them to do a certain thing a certain way, everyone learns better.
Pretend I am training you for your first day at my taproom, and consider the following examples:
1. "Please make sure to wash the glassware before you put it in the sanitizer machine."
2. "Please make sure to wash the glassware before you put it in the sanitizer machine. I know it looks and acts like a dishwasher, but it isn't, so don't. "
Or
3. "Please make sure to wash the glassware before you put it in the sanitizer machine. I know the sanitizer machine looks and acts like a dishwasher, but it isn't because a dishwasher will empty and refill between cycles. This machine doesn't do that, it recycles the same sanitizer solution over and over. So if you put a dirty glass in, not only will the glass still be dirty but all the other glasses will get dirty too and we'll have to empty and refill the machine. Which you really do not want to do because thing takes almost an hour to come back up to temperature, and thats a gigantic pain in the ass when you get in the weeds. So just remember to wash the glasses first, okay?"
Now tell me: which one of those are you gonna remember?
I need people to get real comfortable explaining the Why's and I need that to happen so fast, because everyone's lives will be so greatly improved if we stop assuming everyone already knows everything. (And if you already know, you get to say so and look like a smartie! Win/win!)
From Veronica Tucker via Pinterest
Vincent Valentine Was Not the Monster: Consent, Hojo, and Body Horror in Final Fantasy VII
Hojo, Lucrecia, and the Body as a Crime Scene Vincent Valentine’s story is often framed as a tragedy of guilt. He loved Lucrecia. He failed to stop Hojo. He could not prevent Sephiroth’s creation. He was shot, experimented on, transformed, buried, and left to wake decades later inside a body that was no longer fully his own. By the time Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII places him at the…
View On WordPress
Very very good analysis! Thank you !
drunkard (id in alt)
It’s my birthday today and… I do not like my body very much - a 10p. mini comic.
tw/cw : dysphoria, talk about eating disorders, internalized fatphobia, nudity
Notes :
- english is not my first language.
- DO NOT ask me why I still use she/her
- DO NOT give me unsolicited advices about losing weight, gaining muscles. I will block you.
- DO NOT comment on the way I draw my body and about how I perceive myself. I will block you.
- DO share your experiences with gender expressions and share your best outfits !
- Be kind.
I love you. Happy pride month ❤️
A slightly redrawn and edited version of the Dream Library stack (version 3 if you’re counting).
Since I first drew this, my first wish has come true with the final Book of Dust novel having come out (not what I expected, but I liked it)! Which would you most want if you could pick one?
(Currently part of a half price print sale on my shop!)
Shop
At Toba aquarium in Japan, after closing time, some clever little otter pups help their grandpa tidy up their toys. As a reward, he gives them ice cubes
literally in tears at this video....such good helpers......
The Statues That Do Not Weather
For Sas, another story about helping.
#
There is a statue on the cliffs overlooking the harbour, of a man shading his eyes with one hand and looking out over the sea.
They say that when invaders came, a man went up to the cliffs, and prayed to the gods. He offered them his own life to save his people. The gods accepted his sacrifice, and a great fire burned across the water, sinking all the ships. The man became stone, and ever since then he has stood on the cliffs, looking out at ships that sank long ago.
There is a statue that stands in the center of the town, of an old woman with both hands held up before her, palm out.
They say that when invaders came again, a woman stood in the middle of the square, and ordered them to halt. She reminded them of the great fire that sank the ships years before, and called on the gods to strike down any man who took one more step, though it cost her life. The gods accepted her sacrifice, and the invaders who stepped forward became water, running back down the hill towards the sea and soaking the boots of the men behind them. The survivors fled in fear, and the woman became stone, her feet set among the cobbles, her hands raised to stop invaders long gone.
There is a statue that stands by the road that runs past our village, of a young woman holding a basket.
They say that when brigands came upon the village in the teeth of a hard winter, starving and desperate, a woman saw them coming and offered them the food in her basket. They mocked her, saying that so little would not feed them for a day. She, too, called on the gods, and she, too, was answered. She made a bargain with their leader, that every man would turn back when he had all the food he could carry. From that one basket, she filled every bandit’s hands and sacks with food until he could carry no more. When she had filled even the leader’s hands, she bowed her head and became stone, her basket empty at last. The bandits kept to their bargain, and never troubled the village again.
We all know these stories. We all know why those people became stone, stone that does not weather.
Afficher davantage