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Someone tell me to go to bed please?
I will regret this and shouldn't make wheels at 2am but
This tumblr sexyman is your son!
Are you proud of him
yes!
somewhat
I shouldn't be but yes
No
NO.
I'm disowning him
I am scared of him
Results
(sorry if your favourite is not in this poll, I went mostly off the contenders from this year's poll and the classics)
Jack Skellington gets a somewhat, because at least he realized he supremely fucked up and did try to make amends.
Who is Jon Sims? Is he the Magnus Archives guy?
Scientists found a massive underwater wall in France that might help explain the origin of the legend of Ys.
my bonnies
Fish woes, or sorroe,
Fishtress
Excruciafin
Trial and trigillation
Dire straits
Diffigillty
Fish woes, or sorroe,
@shadowen
This was conceived in response to this AO3 fic.
None of the things I have sent you are going on AO3. I just don't want to be in a fandom with that many people in it at this time.
I can't help it that Aabria Iyengar makes the best and most fun side characters and therefore has to be in everything
"Okay, so," said Occtis. "How did I do?"
"Eh?"
"You can give me your honest feedback or," he leaned over and began rummaging in a drawer, "I have a rubric. However you'd like to do this. Because I didn't figure I'd be much good at this the first time, or, well, ever. But I know that I can learn. So."
He must have upended half the bedside table pulling the paper out from the bottom. It was, perhaps predictably, a chart, with columns for intensity, generosity, responsiveness, restraint, and stamina. Each column had a score from one to five and tiny script detailing what the value meant.
"I figured those were the main ones, but in retrospect I should have added kink," said Occtis.
"Occtis," said Julien. "I hate this with every fiber of my being. But as a man who has trained many men. I think you need to hear it."
"Oh?" Occtis asked.
"Pobody's nerfect," said Julien with great pain.
"Pobody's... Nerfect," Occtis repeated, with even greater concentration and obviously no understanding. He repeated it as if it might be an arcane incantation that he had failed to understand, and then brightened. "Oh! Pobody's nerfect. That's clever."
"No," said Julien, regretting everything. "It's not."
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They stared with some horror at the horde of encroaching zombies.
"Okay," said Occtis. "Breathe deep. Pobody's nerfect." He began reciting a spell.
"You fucked this boy?" Thaisha asked Julien in disbelief. "You did? This boy?"
"It's worse than that," Julien said as an enormous ball of fire engulfed the entire field below. He set off without turning to beat the shit out of anyone not clever enough to stay down. "I taught him the phrase."
Thaisha looked out across the field of scattered, charred limbs where she once had seen her doom. "Boy can say whatever he wants," she concluded.
I’m going to level with you. I have listened to The Devil Went Down to Georgia for most of my life. We were a country music household, this was a staple of my childhood along with Johnny Cash, Garth Brooks, and that one Chipmunks country album.
I have no idea what “Fire on the mountain run boys run/The Devil's in the house of the rising sun/Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough/Granny does your dog bite no child no” means and at this point I’m too scared to ask.
For once I can be of assistance.
Each of the lyrics comes from an old-time hickory song for fiddles, and is a lyric from that corresponding song.
"Fire on the Mountain" --> "Fire on the Mountain, run boys run"
Fire On The Mountain - Fiddle Player POV
"The House of the Rising Sun" --> "The Devil's in the house of the rising sun"
House of the Rising Sun
"Ida Red" --> "Chicken in the bread pan peckin' out dough"
Ida Red - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys
"Granny Will Your Dog Bite" --> "Granny does your dog bite? 'No child, no'."
FTC #149 Granny Will Your Dog Bite
And for your furthered education, The Mountain Whipporwill.
Mountain Whippoorwill (aka How Hillbilly Jim Won the Great Fiddler's Prize)
this is the key part of the song, that a lot of people miss. people have this misconception that the contest between Johnny and The Devil is about who is the better fiddle player. but it isn't. its about who is the better fiddler.
in a time before things like radios and record players, every time you heard music was because there was somebody in the room with you playing an instrument. and many, many, many social events involved dancing, which requires music. so, if you're planning any kind of gathering in the american south or appalachia, you need to find a fiddler. and the fiddler's job is to play music that everybody knows and likes and can dance to.
the mistake The Devil makes in his bet with Johnny is that he misinterprets the contest as being about technical ability, so he has this big flashy song. he plays fast and impressively with a band of demons playing unfamiliar instruments in unfamiliar rhythms. he's definitely more skilled at playing than Johnny, and thinks he has it in the bag.
but Johnny wins because the contest is about being the best fiddler. the song uses these lines mentioned above as a shorthand for saying that Johnny is playing these songs. Johnny launches into a set of the most popular songs, played well, and that's what gives him his big win. A good fiddler knows all the hits, and can read the room to know what to play next. The Devil loses because he completely fails to read the room, and doesn't know the right songs.
feedist kinktober 27 : boozy belly
this was one of the first things i wrote about em. i'm not the best at writing dialogues so i hope it's not to clunky, enjoy!
God, can you imagine someone from Finland (or wherever) heading to a Midwestern state fair and eating every variety of fried thing imaginable?
I have started following the journey of a German soccer fan in the US for the world cup
@laeffy the euros have found buc-ee's
They just invented the world’s fastest sandwich. They’re calling it the autobáhn mì
Gay Puppy Gay Puppy Gay Puppy
I’m sure this will get buried but for the sake of answering all your FAQs
- they’re Opawz pet specific dyes. Non toxic made specifically for dogs. Once they’re set and rinsed they can groom themselves normally, they pose no danger to her in any way, no fumes, there’s no bleach involved
- my dog is trained with cooperative care skills, the process is not stressful for her, she gets paid heavily for her cooperation and looks forwards to the opportunity to earn extra snacks with the grooming
- she’s a mini American shepherd, her name is Yoshi
SERVICE DOG PSA
So today I tripped. Fell flat on my face, it was awful but ultimately harmless. My service dog, however, is trained to go get an adult if I have a seizure, and he assumed this was a seizure (were training him to do more to care for me, but we didn’t learn I had epilepsy until a year after we got him)
I went after him after I had dusten off my jeans and my ego, and I found him trying to get the attention of a very annoyed woman. She was swatting him away and telling him to go away. So I feel like I need to make this heads up
If a service dog without a person approaches you, it means the person is down and in need of help
Don’t get scared, don’t get annoyed, follow the dog! If it had been an emergency situation, I could have vomited and choked, I could have hit my head, I could have had so many things happen to me. We’re going to update his training so if the first person doesn’t cooperate, he moves on, but seriously guys. If what’s-his-face could understand that lassie wanted him to go to the well, you can figure out that a dog in a vest proclaiming it a service dog wants you to follow him
I have SUCH a fondness for people who choose to do a job where animals are too be used as tools but who are too soft to let a broken tool go. And I'm not talking about folks who just let their animals enjoy a pasture life until it's their natural time.
I went to a dog sledding company that had a seniors hospice section, which is pretty common. You don't put down the long serving coworkers just because they need to retire.
BUT they also had accepted a dog from another organisation who was young and in peak fitness and should be all set to join a team! But she had zero interest on running. Pulling? What's that for? Hanging out as part of a pack? No thanks? Why would I do that?
She had incredible dog sled parenting. Dogs who would run forever if not stopped for their own health. This sweet baby? No drive. No desire for dog friendship. She wanted to be a purse dog. She was a lap baby who did not know she was larger than a Pomeranian.
This family accepted a dog who would not do the thing, from a competing crew, got her spayed, and found her a family eventually where she could have children and adults who would baby her and give her exercise that met her where she was at.
Another family I knew were shepherds and the dad was a known border collie trainer. They had cats for pets and dogs for work.
And yet. Again this family was known as a bit of a soft touch. So when another breeder/trainer was like "this dog isn't learning from me want to give it a go?" Everyone KNEW what that meant is "this dog's brain is nothing but clown music but if anyone can get him to work it's you, AND, if you can't, you'll find this dumb baby a good place. Possibly YOUR place."
And sure enough, this dog was so happy and so sweet and so keen to please, and no idea how to make any of that happen. Chasing sheep? Great! So fun! We are all running and having a wonderful time! Directions? What are those? Gates! Fun jumping! I love hurdles! I'll just leave these sheep where they are and come jump a fence that is close to you! I love friendship!
And suddenly the shepherd family had working dogs, house cats, and one really dumb house dog who just liked to be where everyone else was, cats, people, other dogs, sheep, whatever. FRIENDSHIP!