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I am cynophobic.
This is a combination of OCD “contamination” stuff (for dogs licking or gnawing on things) AND having been attacked by a friend’s undertrained pet Alsatian/German Shepherd.
Tags I have so far blocked: dog, dogs, puppy, puppies, puppies!, puppy!, precious pupper, pup.. people still post photos and gifs without tags. I do not want to have to block “cutie” just to not see your dog.
I LIKE spiders.
There are the one non-human animal I encourage in my home.
I know many people are arachnophobes.
I would never post photos of my spiders without any tags.
I’m begging you; please let me choose to not see your dog.
"spam liking will get you blocked" spam liking will get you a kiss on the mouth
There is nothing better than opening notifications and finding out that several days of your bullshit just made someone's day because they liked and reblogged everything on your dash. I would bake you cookies too if i could
I do this all the time. I will just stumble onto someone’s blog from the notes of a post, and I’ll usually stay if the stuff is good.
The “Generations” thing is really weird to me.
My Mum is actually a “baby boomer”--my grandmother conceived as soon as my grandfather came home from WWII. She always said he “surprised her”.
There’s a big gap between someone born in the late 40s---with rationing and prefabs and bomb-sites---and someone born in the early 60s. At least in the UK.
But “Boomers” are anyone born between 1946 and 1965.
I was born in the 70s. My older (half) brother was born in the 60s. We are twelve years apart but both “Gen X”.
Our younger brother is three years younger than me.
He’s a Millenial.
There is literally nothing in nature that blooms all year long, so do not expect yourself to do so.
(via siir-poesia)
This made the background so busy to me, it took me a full 30 seconds to see the Google Chrome icon.
Why are disabled people never allowed to just complain? Why do we have to be subjected to other people’s advice all the time? Just let us vent without telling us how to get better or that we’re doing something wrong because we’re still sick. Clearly you do not know what the “chronic” part of “chronic illness” means.
People really underestimate the mental toll of feeling fatigued/in pain *all the time*
all of the avengers are t-shirt-stealing gremlins 😤
From 26 to 30 October 2018, a huge storm, an extreme meteorological event surging from climate change and called The Vaia Storm (even if the winds have reached grade 12 hurricane speeds) impacted onto Italian north-east regions (in particular the mountain area of the Dolomites and the Venetian Pre-Alps). The very strong hot sirocco wind, blowing between 100 and 200 km/h for several hours, caused the crash of 42 millions of trees over an area of 41.000 hectares, with the consequent destruction of tens of thousands of hectares of alpine coniferous forests, thus configuring itself as a real natural disaster. The forest was mostly renowned because its wood was used for the absolutely best pianos and violins, such as the Stradivari’s violins.
The area is still hugely affected, because the trees were hundreds, when not thousands of years old, and the young saplings planted in their place will take a very long time to grow back. The old, broken trunks and branches are mostly still there, rotting and helping the forest with their corpses, but different projects have come into being during the following years, to raise awareness of this ecological disaster and help the populations regrow the trees.
One of this projects can be found online, because the old, musical wood is being used to build the so-called VAIA CUBE (you can found the infos here https://www.vaiawood.eu/mission/?lang=en) to enhance music enjoyment through your smartphone.
Another project is…less media-mediated and more gut-related.
It’s called the Vaia Dragon.
It dwells in Lavarone, and it’s the largest wooden Dragon in Europe, 6 meters high and 7 meters long, realized during months of solitude by Marco Martalar, who used 3,000 screws and 2,000 scraps of trees and branches he collected alone, by himself, to honour the wiped out forest, but also the branches formerly belonging to the Avez del Prizez, the tallest, the most beautiful, the most majestic silver fir in Europe, a tree estimated to have been about 270/280 years old with a height of 52 meters, and a circumference of nearly 5 meters, which took six people to embrace, and which had been killed on 13 November 2017 by another terrible natural disaster.
When people around the Dragon are interviewed about what kind of feelings the Dragon gives them, the answers usually are PEACE, JOY, SAFETY.
I know many, the most of you, will probably never be able to see it amongst the beauty of our Alps…and that’s why I’m offering you the chance to see it here, at least.
i am normal about characters
#said while gripping sink staring into mirror
Shout out to whoever made this irl "I brought you apple juice" moment possible [x]
What song would you choose to cheer the witcher up? [x]
Joey Batey has linked Pulp’s song “Common People” to Jaskier in another interview. @ub-sessed made a post where she was surprised because to her--and I agree--Jaskier is more like the “you”, the girl “who came from Greece” with a “loaded” dad, than the “I” of the song.
If the song is Jaskier’s personal anthem, does Mr Batey think Jaskier is too thick/privileged/narrow-sighted to notice whole verses like:
“ But still you'll never get it right 'Cause when you're laid in bed at night Watching roaches climb the wall If you called your dad he could stop it all,
yeah
You'll never live like common people You'll never do whatever common people do You'll never fail like common people You'll never watch your life slide out of view And you dance and drink and screw Because there's nothing else to do
Sing along with the common people Sing along and it might just get you through Laugh along with the common people Laugh along even though they're really laughing at you And the stupid things that you do Because you think that poor is cool “ (Songwriters: Banks / Doyle / Senior / Cocker / Mackey )
I think there is a really interesting conversation to be had about Jaskier|Dandelion’s life choices.
We know limited things about the social structure of the Continent, such as whether Jaskier’s dad would take him back, bail him out and restore him as Viscount de Lettenhove; not least because there seems to be a difference between Netflix and the books.
He does not go around using his real name in the books. Even in Posada, when begging for him life from the Elves, he says he has friends who would ransom him, but doesn’t mention that he’s a noble.
(In the book story “The Last Wish”, after Dandilion[sic] has been cursed by the Djinn, they ride to the nearest town, only to be told:
“‘None may pass at night. That’s the order. There’s no way through for anyoneunless they’ve got a letter of safe-conduct from the king or the mayor. Or they’re nobility with a coat of arms.’
Dandilion croaked, huddled up even more, resting his forehead on the horse’s mane, shuddered, shook and retched dryly.”
To me, it’s an open question whether Dandilion was trying to declare his nobility; if he was he didn’t go on to try very hard IMO. there’s no”Dandilion was trying to speak again,” or, “Dandilion made signs for a pen and paper“.)
In our world, the first troubadour is often identified as Duke William IX of Aquitaine, who, although he owed fealty to the French Crown, was effectively the local ruler.
Royalty and nobles in the mediaeval and early modern periods could writeand perform poetry/music/songs in pasrtt to illustrate how educated and cultured they were.
Being employed as a minstrel or jongleur, especially without a permanent court position, or a “day job” (e.g Geoffrey Chaucer was sent on embassies for the Crown and worked as, basically, a tax collector etc), was a very different, lower-class, possibly disreputable, thing. It has been speculated that one reason the court musical Mark Smeaton (played by Joey Batey in the RSC “Wolf Hall”) was included in Anne Boleyn’s list of accused lovers was to evoke class/caste disgust, a “How could she stoop so low?” sensation, thus further blackening her reputation as what we might call a nymphomaniac.
Netflix Jaskier writes “Chansons des Gestes“ (Songs of Deeds), not about national heroes (Arthur, Arthur’s knights, Roland, Robin Hood etc) or a king or a noble patron, but about a Witcher!
I think we have to question whether Book!Dandelion could ”go home” (even without his criminal history). But in Netflix Jaskier also uses his title and birth name.
(There is even more that could be discussed about Dandelion|Jaskier’s anti-violence stance and conscious effort to not know about or carry weapons given both noble education and mainstream culture on the Continent, but let’s keep this to “Common People”.)
What does it mean to say that is Jaskier’s “anthem”?
c, Daniel Gerhartz
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.
Clementine von Radics (via quotefeeling)
There will always be varying degrees of disability in a variety of ways. Some disabled people can run marathons, others can't get out of bed, and everything in between. The problem that occurs with disabled people who can do amazing things like run marathons, is not the disabled person but the interpretation of their ability by ableds.
The tired mantra of "if I can do it so can you!" That ableds use to push themselves is forever an insult to disabled people.
Disability varies, it is undeniable and the only person who can judge what a disabled person can do is that person. No one else.
The Philadelphia Inquirer, Pennsylvania, October 15, 1939