Anyone else thinking about Raffles’ sister
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Anyone else thinking about Raffles’ sister
referencing the iliupersis portion of the aeneid while transporting the raffles equivalent of the trojan horse is kind of crazy but ok
The concept of being 4 months clean from ai...
I usually post a gif to celebrate, but since it's been sixteen weeks since I last used AI as of today, this seemed more fitting.
FOUR MONTHS CLEAN! OH YEAH!
many women are excited to get old and weird, but i have great news that it's fully possible to become weird now, before you get old. just imagine the heights of weirdness you will be able to reach in fifty years if you get started now. that's what I think
a moment from episode “The Adventure of the Empty House” The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1984)
“I am glad to stretch myself, Watson. It is no joke when a tall man has to take a foot off his stature for several hours on end.”
I was talking to my husband the other day and, as a random example of a boring topic that nobody at a party would want to hear about, I happened to come up with, “The history of wheelbarrows.”
But then my husband and I got curious and decided to look up the history of wheelbarrows, and we both thought it was surprisingly interesting.
The very next day, we were visiting a thrift store with family and my sister spotted a toy wheelbarrow for her son, and my husband said, “Did you know that Jesus was older than wheelbarrows? They weren’t invented until around 100 CE.”
This is why curious people are my favorite type of people. No topic is really that boring when you look into it. And everything is more interesting when you talk about it with someone you love.
i am some sort of fey creature and my cat is the human who i have arbitrarily decided is my favorite human.
i live, to him, an unfathomably long life
i have access to powers and locations that he cannot access independently; he needs my help to navigate the world i've brought him to
i simply found him outside and abducted him one day
there are many cats in the world, but this one is the best and my most favorite. why? because he was available to abduct that morning and for very little other reason.
i have a much greater understanding of this world than him, but he has unshakable confidence in his ability to figure it out and i find that really cute
the power dynamic is fundamentally unbalanced, but i let him have a little audacity. a little combativeness and sass. as a treat.
some humans are needlessly cruel to cats or take them in for a short time before neglecting or abandoning them. but i have chosen to love and guard this one with my life. because i think he's neat.
he is very well-treated and has pretty much everything he could possibly want or need, but he is my prisoner.
You feed him food found nowhere in nature, but that tastes reminiscent of things he could eat- birds and mammals.
You could give him divine treats at any time that taste so much better than food it might drive him a little mad wanting more. You do not give them to him on any schedule he can discern.
You can lay a dry powder on the ground which causes him to lose his mind a little and behave differently for a short time should he inhale any of it. Sometimes this is inside of his entertainment for the day, and he becomes your entertainment.
You create illusions on flat surfaces that look like prey or other things, illusions that move and sound like they are real and yet when he touches them he finds only cold, flat walls.
You give him prey he cannot eat, prey that are bright colors and make strange sounds and may look nothing like real prey and yet he is enticed to chase and kill, especially the small, uncatchable red dot.
You sleep in a nest of impossibly soft material, and allow him to share this space to sleep beside you, and even to sleep there when you are gone.
Sometimes you disappear and he can find no way to follow or escape in your absence. You create and destroy openings in solid walls at your convenience.
You speak a language he cannot understand, and sometimes you say garbled words in the language of his children, and so he speaks back to you like a mother does a child in the hopes you will understand him and sometimes you seem to.
'why is so much politically-focused genre fiction centred on monarchies' many reasons, but one which I think deserves attention: monarchy is an obvious way of tying together the dysfunctions of the domestic to those of the state
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“Trauma decontextualized in a person looks like personality. Trauma decontextualized in a family looks like family traits. Trauma decontextualized in people looks like culture.”
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As I always like to say, it’s our common humanity writ terrifyingly large - every choice has enormous stakes, yet the fascination is the intimate smallness of the human heart.
Yahhh I have to build Rome. Yup it’s due tomorrow.. noo I haven’t started yet haha is that bad?
Just something I really want to share on here because it’s important.
this is really important to remember, even if you said something stupid and don’t feel like repeating it- it can still feel isolating to folks with hearing and auditory processing problems!
I’ve got APD and this is the absolute worst thing! I promise I’m trying to hear you, my brain just isn’t working with me! Just try rewording it, say it but in different words and my brain might get it then!
Maybe I just had a really bad week, and wasn’t actually sick of Antarctic exploration.
Not sure if I ever posted this here! Huss Expressions inspired by quotes from his diary (exclamation marks verbatim!!!!!!)
The crazy thing about this comic is that I drew it long before I’d read Hussey’s expedition diary where he routinely says “Hip hip hooray!” /“Superb!!!” / “Wow-wow!!!” / “Why worry?” and the like. He just gave that Vibe in later interviews
Endurance crew + dogs in South (1919) (check alt text for specific crew members!)
Every BBC Historical Farm Series:
Alex, cuddling a lamb: “this is what farming is all about, you need to be connected to the land, it can be hard work but it’s worth it, it was how we lived for thousands of years…
Peter, knee deep in coal: “this is the orphan mangling machine — I need to be very careful as I shovel coal into it for the next 15 hours, but orphan mangling was such an important part of the British economy back then”
Ruth, vibrating with excitement: “women’s labor went unacknowledged but it was absolutely essential to running every household and business and nothing would have been able to run without it. Today we’re going to make strawberry jam, it’s going to be quite nice :) and it made up 2/3s of the actual monetary income of households in this period, while farming was for subsistence”
Professor Ronald Hutton, materializing out of thin air: “it’s spring, which means in this part of England — East Middle Shirelandiawalhamton — we have to tie sausages to our fingers and dance through the streets singing ‘tra-lee-la-lee-lay!’ Historically, this practice was accompanied by heavy drinking, and though it was banned by the Puritans, it never really went away.”
Taras Shevchenko and Ira Aldridge by Heorhiy Melikhov, 1963
Famous Ukrainian poet and artist Taras Shevchenko befriended the African-American Shakespearean actor Ira Aldridge, while the latter was on tour to the Russian Empire in 1858. Shevchenko did his portrait in pastel. It is recounted that the two men got along very well. While posing for the portrait, Aldridge sang African-American songs to Shevchenko and in return, the artist taught him Ukrainian songs.
The portrait in question:
Portrait of Ira Aldridge by Taras Shevchenko, 1858. Pastel on paper.
Whoops. I don’t like calling Cherry “my boy” etc, because he gets infantilized enough in the niche polar spaces online, but sometimes I wish to express that he’s my favourite and I regard him with warmth. So I started calling him “my good friend” in conversation occasionally.
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