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@plutaniam
every reread kills me a little bit more
reread and enjoy <3
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Harvesting my wheat
Hehehehehe
Can I fucking help you?
my senior english teacher told me that any scene with a woman in a cornfield in every piece of literature ever is about her journey to womanhood/pleasuring herself in the field and i just.... believed her
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Saving for posterity should any one of you ever decide to deactivate.
Don’t worry, I’ll be here forever.
Ollie just leapt off of the back of a chair onto my kitchen table to land on the tablecloth and do a cinematically perfect Akira slide across the surface and into my bowl of soup
Like this
laundry, dishes, dog walks, taxes, eating, sleeping, breathing, dusting, calling your mom, going to work, washing the car and watering the plants all has to be done over and over and over again so why would finding happiness be any different
See, thank you. It feels like a big realization for me tbh
It’s not that “this [xyz] will fix me” is wrong, it’s just… everything is kinda short term and that’s ok u gotta pace yourself
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I get paid to make maps of the ocean. This post is going to haunt me like that “mothers and fuckers of the jury” post haunts that trial attorney
I’m still not free of that phrase…
For context: Jonis Josef is a famous Norwegian comedian.
just overheard a mum in the museum ask her seven-year-old child ‘shall we say bye-bye to the skull?’
A few months ago I had to bring this beauty home from London:
This is Junie, a gilded horse skull on a 2m tall frame, with a rotting bridle and discordant rumbler bells plaited into her mane. When she moves, she makes a horrendous jangling and chattering noise, and when she's still the smell of decaying leather and river mud radiates off her.
I was sweaty, pissed off, I had been mudlarking so I stank as well, and I was generally not presenting a very warm or welcoming figure as we sat in the first-class lounge and I was acutely aware that the giant horse puppet wasn't the most sociable thing either. And then, a mother and daughter came in - The mother looked exhausted, but the daughter, maybe ten at the oldest, was properly on the verge of a meltdown... Until she saw Junie.
Immediately, she was calm. She came over, very quietly, and asked "Can I look after your horse?" - I looked at her Mam, and the Mam shrugged and nodded. I handed Junie's reins to the girl. What followed was about an hour of the girl in deep conversation with Junie, as if she was a real horse, bringing her cups of water, stroking her nose, checking that her bridle wasn't too tight, walking her around the lounge, and whispering in her empty ossicles. By time I went for my train, she was eating biscuits and happily waved Junie off with a "BYE HORSIE! GET HOME SAFELY!"
Kids LOVE skulls.
After a few asks of "Is Junie a Mari Lwyd?" I feel like I need to protect the good name of the Welsh, because Mari Lwyd is a beautiful, powerful mare, and carries with her an incredible Welsh-language folk tradition which has been a big part of how Welsh culture has kept the Welsh language sacred and alive despite constant persecution by English speakers. It feels like it's really rude and cruel to Welsh people to act as if Mari Lwyd is just any old mast-beast (the collective name for the various head-on-a-pole animals mostly found in the East Atlantic Archipelago) rather than a specific Christmas tradition that happens to include the very famous horse skull animal.
(And, as someone who plays in other horse skull traditions that are NOT Mari Lwyd, I feel like it is my responsibility to make that clear - Which I have apparently not being doing as well as I hoped! - because I don't want to continue the trend of either a) Treating Wales as Magical Ye Olde Wizardland or b) Taking Welsh stuff and saying "Close enough, it's English now")
Junie is more closely related to Poor Old Horse, the Yorkshire manifestation of a mostly English tradition of the old horse as a character in mummers' plays, where the horse has reached the end of his days and is slaughtered and brought back to life (And depending on the telling this is either "And he stood up from under the pole axe, miraculously restored to youth" or it's "And after the axe struck home, and the saddler had his hide, and the hounds had his flesh, and the scrap man had his shoes, and the upholsterer had his hair, and the cutler had his bones, the man who held the bridle took the whip to his soul and said 'Get up Dobbin, your job's not done...") - It's definitely a tradition that survives because it draws the parallel between the worn-out old workhorse and the way that the bosses treat the human worker (I must admit, my favourite version of the song is the one where after "Get up Dobbin, your job's not done!" The rider sits astride Dobbin's soul, and Dobbin rides him straight to hell). Traditionally, Old Horse's skull is painted black or red: This below is the Old Horse of Hootton Pagnell, the first photo collected in 1976 by Ruairidh Greig, and the second from a Bonhams catalogue in 2015 when the horse was sold into private hands:
From Mr Greig's own website:
"Mrs Ward-Norbury confirmed the story that she outlined in her letter. The skull was retrieved by her family from the pond where it had been dumped by the band of mummers, who had been regular annual visitors but who broke up after a final performance in the village. She was told this by her Grandmother, who died in 1931.
The performance was most probably of the Old Horse play, in which a comic horse goes lame and is treated by a blacksmith and a farrier, a local version of which was described in 1903 (Wilson, 1903). I discovered a near complete version of the play a few miles away at Elsecar. This can be seen, together with further details about the custom, in my online thesis (Greig, 1989)."
Junie herself is gold for two reasons, 1) Because I wanted her to look like a catacomb-saint or a holy relic 2) Because I enjoy gilding things.
She also has a couple of siblings: The Old Tup who comes with a full set of organs, and two more horse skulls (December and Dobbin) Because apparently I now run some kind of Dead Horse Sanctuary and people keep finding old horse skulls and giving them to me. They're all beloved and live in a herd in my living room where they have plentiful access to brandy, fire, human souls, and space to perform their natural behaviours.
Peace and love on planet horse ❤️
Thank you @laughingfate ! It’s a lovely story!
Character concept: Vampiric servant who keeps outliving its mortal masters and gets passed down from master to master like a parrot.
This is completely fine on the vampire’s part. This isn’t a genie situation, it isn’t magically compelled to stay, it can leave whenever it wants. It just likes the work and also it thinks it’s funny. Some mortal gets told that they inherited a box from a dear old dearly departed relative, and when they bring it home out of it unfolds a vampiric Jeeves with a grin like a panther. It loves the look on their faces when it says that it works for them now.
all the photos of him are like this, I love that this guy understood he had been born with the face of a wizard or axe murderer and just leaned fully into it
he knew EXACTLY what he was doing
he got what he wanted
Also
it feels so evil that you can't still access your university online library after you graduate *remembers my principles* it feels so evil that everyone can't access that stuff all the time
writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.
other things I'm bitching about but which could still be useful as writing advice for 1 eyed characters:
2. they're going to favor their sighted side, obviously, but it doesn't always manifest in the way you think. when I walk down a hall I walk much closer to the wall on my sighted side than on my blind side. which is the opposite of how it might seem logical to do that bc it means the world at large is on your bad side, but the reason is I can't fucking See the wall if it's right next to me in the blind side and I end up knocking into it.
3. door frames and poles are my enemy. If your character is smart this will not be a problem but for me it is. I am King of walking into shit I could absolutely see but couldn't tell how far away from me it was. on this note, their blind side hand is getting bashed into every jutting out thing in a 5 mile radius.
4. having 0 depth perception is less of a big deal than you'd think it is. Especially with driving. I've become a Much safer and more wary driver because I can't tell how far the other cars are from me. however I fucking suck at parking now. because I can't tell how far the lines are from me either.
5. you know how people who lose limbs get phantom pains? that happens with eyes too but like. phantom sights. for me it's like. a lot of bugs. like every so often my brain will just put something suddenly skittering beside me there. hate that.
6. it is completely possible to "get stuck" somewhere because your ability to tell how wide a space is is just Gone. shopping isles especially where bumping something or Someone is matter of embarrassment or potentially breaking something. it can be legitimately paralyzing and also irritate everyone around you because they can tell there is Plenty of space for you to get your cart through even if you can't.
7. if the eye is still in their skull it can still be the normal kind of painful. Glares off of shiny surfaces causing weird sharp pains you can't figure out the cause of are genuinely one of gods greatest tests of my patience.
I too am missing my eye and have advice. But first:
OP I've been missing my eye for 18 years and because of you I'm just now noticing that my neck does in fact list left. Now I will live with that knowledge forever.
1) depth perception issues are more severe if you lose the eye on the same side as your dominant hand. I lost my left eye and am right handed, and only have problems with close-up things. Like pouring water or threading a needle. Sometimes putting the pump in for gas. Walking down stairs is a huge problem I have (walking up is fine), but unlike OP I don't have issues with doorways. Depth perception is different for everyone
2) I've completely lost my eye and need to wear eye patches, no fake eye here. People like me do still rub their "eyes." We also usually say "eyes" and "contacts." Except for comedic effect
3) the people that are in your life with regularity just... forget you have only one eye. Even if, like me, you wear obvious eye patches. This means they get confused when people asked what happened. They'll walk on your blind side and get snippy when you run into them. When my sister learned how to cross her eyes she ask me if I could do it, and it took so much coaching for her understand why my answer was no, and that I would not be "just trying." So don't write everyone around them constantly noticing. Most people don't
It wasn't there 😔
I'm not sure if "defect" is the right word. It is living it's life as a pillow. That's like, the dream.
Edit: After a little digging I believe that this species of starfish has a mutation that sometimes occurs, here's a different photo and "biscuit starfish" individual:
raviolis
couldn't stop thinking about this lil granny square so I crocheted him:
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hello physically disabled person reading this. it is not your fault that your medical supplies are made from a lot of single use plastic and you can continue using them guilt free. your health comes first. thank you for existing.
if your insulin pump has lithium batteries and the tubing is plastic,
if your ostomy bags, incontinence supplies, and sanitary wipes are single-use,
if your joint replacement, bone plate, pins & screws, or spinal hardware is cobalt & chrome,
if your meds come in a plastic container you can’t recycle or reuse for sterility,
you are still innocent. you didn’t choose this particular life. we all must do what we can to survive and that includes using technology and consuming resources. it is only human and we all do it.
some people out there own several yachts and don’t ever consider the impact it has on the world. there’s nothing to be gained by beating yourself up for doing the bare minimum for a comfortable, livable, safe & long life.
Just want to add, don’t cut corners. Don’t risk your life when there are people who could do a lot more without risking theirs.
Don’t reuse the syringe. Don’t use cloths over alcohol swabs. Choose the battery powered device over the rechargeable if it means you can carry spares. Don’t use the reusable container if you can’t get it open. Don’t choose the reusable option if you can’t keep it clean. Don’t overfill the sharps container. Don’t improvise the tourniquet. Don’t eat the expired food if you can’t afford to be sick. Don’t choose the sustainable option if it doesn’t meet your needs.
Your life is not others’ priority so it has to be yours.
Direct action
Finally a use for bitcoin (kitty heater)
1$ flea market score. Tiny glass 1960s perfume bottles. I love them.
Can you swap their heads ?
omg you can
Their meeting was foretold in the ancient texts