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Please remember that nearly all of the kids dialogue was unscripted.
Says the girl who wears a beard or false moustach when she's sad/hangry/frustrated (especially over her kids 😜)... !!! 💛😂💛😂Abso-fu*king-Lutely 😝👍👊✌💛
are you ready for my favorite fact?
If you leave a hamster wheel out in the forest, wild mice will come and run on it.
that is my favorite fact
Bobcats and lynx will sit in cardboard boxes abandoned in the middle of the forest.
I asked the lynx researcher who told me this why, and he said “Cats, man” and shrugged.
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“In your fingertips you have power over me. Touch me and I’m yours.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Typewriter Series #2169 by Tyler Knott Gregson
friendly reminder that people you consider rays of sunshine can:
get pissed
get stressed
experience negative emotions
cry
feel rebellious
be done with everyone’s shit
be too tired for anything
feel overwhelmed
need to be comforted
get furious and demand to be taken seriously
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Emer started wandering, completely absorbed by the beauty and wilderness of the place.
She could hear Ivar’s chariot behind her. Emer didn’t want to look at him. She was still angry. All she desired was to walk away from all the problems, melting into the ocean. The endless blue waves that didn’t care about humanity’s problems, it was like an immortal deity. She wondered how many stories it had witnessed. Lovers whose hearts were broken, mothers that lost their children by the terrible hand of war. Maybe the sea was made from their tears. What would be an explanation for why humans were so fascinated by the deep waters. It was like they were searching for the sorrow. Attracted by the suffering. Or maybe, they were all selkies, trying to get back to their origins in the bottom of the ocean.
They said if a woman shed seven tears into the sea, a male selkie would contact her. Emer had cried more than enough tears, but she didn’t want any other man in her life. It seemed to her they were the cause of her pain. Maybe she was not an unhappy woman in search of love from a being from another world. She might be a creature from the sea herself. She might have forgotten. Who stole my skin in this case? Forcing me to live among humans. Who stole me from myself? These questions didn’t leave her mind.
She longed to be one with the ocean she had never known. Her legs seemed to move of their own accord, they were leading her to the edge. Only this way she could be free.
Emer was in the edge, watching the waves crashing onto the shore, a lonely tear running down her cheek.
Ivar’s voice taking her away from her thoughts, “Come here, Emer. Let’s see the rest of the farm.”
She didn’t want to face him. He would know she was weak. A stupid and crying woman. Emer raised her hand to her face, cleaning her tears.
She looked back at him. He was offering his hand as an invitation. An almost kind smile playing on his lips. She thought he seemed even more gorgeous when he was relaxed.
She asked herself, “Why couldn’t it be always this way?”
“There is no space for me!”, she replied referring to his chariot. But, her question had a hidden meaning.
On Faeries: Selkies
Selkies are a kind of aquatic faerie native to the northwest Atlantic Ocean, where stories of them are found throughout Ireland, Scotland, the Orkney Islands, the Faroe Islands, and Iceland. Similar stories of shapeshifting seals can be found elsewhere in the world as well. The term “selkie” supposedly originates from an older Scots word, “selich”, which simply means “seal.” I have also read, however, that at least in the dialect of Orkney, “selkie” is itself just a word for “seal”. In Scotland and Ireland, selkies are often not differentiated from mermaids and may be referred to simply as “maighdeann-mhara” or “maighdean mhara”, meaning “maidens of the sea”.
Said to live in the sea as seals, selkies may assume the form of a human to traverse on land. When changing into human form, a selkie quite literally sheds its seal skin, which they are often depicted as wearing like a cloak. A selkie’s seal skin is its most important and treasured possession, as it is the source of their shapeshifting powers; without it, a selkie can’t change back into its seal form and return home to the sea. As such, a selkie will often hide its skin in a safe place along the shore while on land. Beliefs differ from place to place regarding when and for how long selkies can come onto land, with some making the claim that they can only come onto land on a specific night once each year, and others putting no such restrictions on them at all. In the Faroe Islands, it was believed that the selkies were the spirits of drowned humans who could only come to land and regain human form on Twelfth Night, January 5th or 6th, when they would dance and revel on the shore.
Cultures across the world have stories of faeries and faerie-like beings that become beholden to a human who has stolen their clothing and, unfortunately for the selkies, they are no exception to that trope. Many stories about selkies tell of men who steal a selkie woman’s cloak, preventing her from returning home and forcing her to marry him. In most such stories, the selkie lives with her human husband for many years and bears his children, but her seal skin is nearly always returned to her by some means in the end, at which point she leaves her human family behind and returns to the sea. In some stories, her half-selkie children may also join her in the sea, leaving their father all alone. It should be noted that the so-called seal-wives were not always held against their will, with some stories telling of happy marriages between human men and selkie women.
While stories of selkie women often depict them as victims of human men, the opposite is true of stories about selkie men, who are depicted as targeting human women in a similar fashion. Terribly handsome and seductive, male selkies were said to come to land to seek out unsatisfied or lonely human women, whether married or unmarried, with whom they could engage in sexual relations. Quite commonly, the woman in question is a fisherman’s wife whose husband is often away at sea for long stretches of time. It was also believed that a woman seeking out a selkie man could summon one by shedding seven tears into the sea at high tide. If a woman went missing while down by the shore or while at sea, it was often said that she had been whisked away by her selkie lover.
In more modern portrayals, selkies are most often depicted as being largely benign and friendly, and while many selkies certainly may be friendly, there was apparently a great fear of them, historically. Faeries are people, after all, and not all people are nice. Shipwrecks, drownings, shoreline disappearances, and poor catches while fishing might be blamed on the acts of malevolent selkies, and mothers would often paint crosses on their daughters’ breasts to protect them from the selkies while at sea. A story from Mikladalur in the Faroe Islands tells of a vengeful selkie woman whose family was killed by hunters, who laid a curse on the people of the island to die at sea until their collective severed hands would be enough to circle the entire island.
In the folklore of the Orkney Islands, the malevolent acts attributed elsewhere to selkies instead became attributed to another supernatural race called the finfolk, who were a more fish-like race of amphibious sorcerers who would abduct humans at sea and drag them to their underwater homes to be used as slaves. Selkies, meanwhile, came to be seen exclusively as more benevolent and romantic. It is theorized by some, however, that the finfolk and selkies were once believed to be one and the same in Orkney, as the finfolk do not appear to exist in other places where belief in selkies has existed.
There are many different theories as to the origins of the selkie, which may vary from place to place. A more Christianized theory claims that, like other kinds of faeries, the selkies are fallen angels who were cursed to live on Earth as animals until Judgment Day. Others claim that, rather than angels, they are humans who, for whatever transgressions, were cursed to become seals and live the rest of their lives in the ocean. In some places, as previously mentioned, it was believed that the selkies were actually the spirits of drowned humans who took on the form of seals, only permitted to come on land and regain human form for one night each year. Other, far more mundane, theories posit that stories of selkies and finfolk originated from old Norse stories of the Sami people, who were referred to as “finnar” and were believed to be powerful sorcerers capable of shapeshifting.
What if Selkies are real, and a woman's sealskin is her secret? The secret that she's different? And it's that, the man holds over her?
ABC’s of Shapeshifter Lore
S is for Selkie: Selkies (also spelled silkies, selchies; Irish/Scottish Gaelic: selchidh, Scots: selkie fowk) are mythological creatures found in Scottish, Irish, and Faroese folklore. Similar creatures are described in the Icelandic traditions. The word derives from earlier Scots selich, (from Old English seolh meaning seal). Selkies are said to live as seals in the sea but shed their skin to become human on land. The legend is apparently most common in Orkney and Shetland and is very similar to those of swan maidens.
Male selkies are described as being very handsome in their human form, and having great seductive powers over human women. They typically seek those who are dissatisfied with their life, such as married women waiting for their fishermen husbands. If a woman wishes to make contact with a selkie male, she must shed seven tears into the sea. If a man steals a female selkie’s skin she is in his power and is forced to become his wife. Female selkies are said to make excellent wives, but because their true home is the sea, they will often be seen gazing longingly at the ocean. If she finds her skin she will immediately return to her true home, and sometimes to her selkie husband, in the sea. Sometimes, a selkie maiden is taken as a wife by a human man and she has several children by him. In these stories, it is one of her children who discovers her sealskin (often unwitting of its significance) and she soon returns to the sea. The selkie woman usually avoids seeing her human husband again but is sometimes shown visiting her children and playing with them in the waves.
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Once there was a small town in the American Southwest where a drought had persisted for many seasons. Crops were dying, fields were becoming barren and once vibrant streams were drying up to the extent that people talked of nothing but worry and fear that the town would not survive another year. Finally, in desperation, a prayer meeting was called. Hundreds of people came together, and together they prayed for rain. They prayed all day and into the night until at length they dispersed into the hot, dry darkness. The following day a woman noticed an old man on a street corner carrying an umbrella. She approached the man and in exasperation she begged the question, "Why, sir, after years of drought, on such a hot day as this, are you carrying an umbrella?" He mellowly replied, "Because, dear lady, we have prayed for rain and so we must be ready when it comes." A week went by and day after day someone would see the old man with his umbrella and beg the question. And day after day he would kindly reply. Then suddenly one afternoon as another man asked the question, the sky turned dark, the clouds gathered and a pouring rain broke over the valley. The old man stood tall, deeply inhaled the smell of the petricor and quietly opened his umbrella. And as the storm rolled into town and the man beside him stared wide-eyed, he calmly replied, "How can we pray for rain and not be prepared to receive it?" -If you desire peace, if you desire love, if you desire to be showered with blessings, you must be prepared to receive them. And so I always carry an umbrella. It is my reminder to let go of the worry, to replace it with expectation and hope.
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"I have a different theory, which is even more harebrained. It goes like this: Maybe we should all just love one another, even if we don't completely understand the things that people bear in their dark, strange hearts, even if the stars that other men and women are following seem invisible to us. If we make ourselves open to the humanity of others first, maybe understanding will follow. An incomprehensible theory of the universe isn't necessary if your only ambition is to embrace another soul. What you need, maybe all you need, in fact, is the willingness to love." -Jennifer Finney Boylan-
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Geek: I read recently about outsider art. They're not mainstream and don't follow trends. And they're usually discovered after they die. Artist: Discovered! Fuck that! We want to be appreciated while we're alive! We want to create to share to feel... and if some of it sells, if a living is to be had... so much the better. But that's not why we do it. We don't care if we're ever Discovered. We're not sure we'd care to know what the Discoverers would have to say. "I'll eat dirt before I spend the hours of my life creating someone else's vision when I am driven to create my own!" Screams every true artist in their soul. And the Discoverers will find that on our tombstones! When we've starved... for being artists... eating dirt.
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