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a fun thing about winter is how you can get sunday scaries everyday after five pm

somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me

cuthalions

But Túrin tearless turning suddenly on the corse cast him, and kissed the mouth cold and open, and closed the eyes. His bow laid he black beside him, and words of parting wove about him: ‘Now fare well, Beleg, to feasting long neath Tengwethil in the timeless halls where drink the Gods, neath domes golden o'er the sea shining.’ […] Light lay the earth on the lonely dead; heavy lay the woe on the heart that lived.

— THE LAYS OF BELERIAND, THE LAY OF THE CHILDREN OF HÚRIN III: FAILIVRIN

basi1isks

ragefulwoman

this is the kind of log you find in a video game where each progressive log you pick up throughout the area gradually becomes more incoherent and deranged before you face them as a boss gone mad with eldritch knowledge

deny3verything

imagine being eomer. you’re out hunting with the guys when three randos seemingly materialize from thin air, and then procede to tell you that

a) garden gnomes are actually real (and they are personal friends with at least 2)

b) they had passed through the “cursed forest,” and the “monsters” there are actually so cool that one guy is about to physically fight you for disrespecting slender man

c) two of your good family friends have died tragically

d) one guy pulls out the actual nemean lion skin and declares himself to be the descendant of hercules, with indisputable proof right there in front of you

and so naturally, not only do you believe the three insane strangers you just met in the middle of nowhere, but you also give them your police friend’s cop car, ONLY under the condition that they bring it back!!! because otherwise you will probably be actually killed lol byee. what a normal day

stevemccurrystudios-deactivated

“We read to know we’re not alone.” - William Nicholson, Shadowlands

fandomwarehouse

Iorveth bringing loot back to the Scoia’tael camp

discodeerdiary

Y'all have got to get better at handling uncertainty. Sometimes two people will have a falling out and you legitimately won't be able to tell which one was the abuser and which one was the victim. Sometimes you'll encounter a stranger online who might be a channer troll trying to stir shit up or might be a deeply traumatized person trying their hardest to speak their truth. That person with the gendery vibes might be a trans egg or they might be a cis person who just does whatever the hell they want. You have got to learn to act appropriately when you can't know everything.

ralfmaximus

Years ago back when I worked in cubicle land, we were hiring junior software developers. They didn’t have to have a ton of experience, just a willingness to learn, and some demonstration of their software skills. Like: show me a program you wrote (any language) or a web site you designed. Anything.

And there was this one guy I talked with who seemed super sharp, but had virtually zero experience writing software. When it came time to do the show-n-tell part of the interview he whips out his laptop, brings up a website, and spins it around to show me what he made.

A website of tiny ceramic frogs.

Not for sale. Just… all these ceramic frogs, organized into categories. Frogs on bicycles, frogs with hats, frogs sitting on lily pads. It was a virtual museum of ceramic frogs in web form.

I scrolled through his online collection of frogs, slightly baffled.

“This is your website?” I asked finally.

“Yep!”

“You coded this yourself?” I popped into view-source mode and poked around some incredibly well-formatted, well-commented html. I nodded slowly. This guy was meticulous.

“Yep!”

“So… where’d all the frogs come from?”

“I made those too,” he says, beaming.

And while I’m processing this he rummages in his bag and pulls out a little ceramic frog working at a computer terminal. He places it on the table before us, next to the laptop.

“And THIS one,” he says, “I made for you! As a thank you for the interview.”

It was adorable. I hired him on the spot. I mean, why not? Worst case he’d wash out in 90 days and we’d hire somebody else. He turned out to be one of the best developers on our team.

And yes, his cubicle was loaded with ceramic frogs.

raptorific

You see Baudelaires, your fears about this man being count olaf are unfounded! He clearly reblogged a post marked “count olaf don’t interact,” and certainly if he WAS count olaf he wouldn’t have reblogged it!