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observations from urgent care
- People who exercise a lot get knee injuries from overdoing it
- People who only exercise occasionally get knee injuries from being unprepared for the exertion
- People who donāt exercise get knee injuries from being out of shape
- Maybe knees just suck
Solution: Donāt have knees.
Before the flame
He goes by the name Ćed, which means āfireā in the Ancient Language, because of the flames he used to create off his fingertips, blaze dancing as high as the sky, as hot as the sun, leaving ashes in his trail. Before the FƦrie Queen punished him, there was no other FƦ able to wield a fire as powerful as his, no other name whispered with awe and worry when something was aflame.
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A faerie introduces himself. Then, holding out a hand, asks, āAnd your name, please?ā
And, like a fool, you give it to him.
I got asked for clarification on this (but canāt reblog that particular post cuz on mobile), which Iām more than happy to provide.
In this post, a faerie is asking for āyourā name. The way he is wording it, however, and the accompanying beckoning motion, makes it seem as though he is asking for you to physically hand your name over. Which, because of how some faeries operate, he is.
In this instance, saying your name aloud to the fae would be literally giving your name over to him, the exact consequences of which are left up to the imaginationāusually, a fae even knowing your name gives it some measure of power over you, but giving something your name would likely let it completely take over your life.
In this instance, the wording you want to use is something like āI will not give you my name, but I will tell you that itās [name].ā Alternately, you can just lie to him.
Might i suggest the less direct yet still name-preservingĀ āyou may call meā¦ā? It dodges the request while still giving an answer of a name, which does not even have to be yours, but any name you feel like telling the fae they can use to refer to you. I would recommendĀ āAinselā.
The first time he asks for your name is the first time you meet him. He appears as you walk by the fƦrie ring, that you have not entered because your grandmother has repeated so many times not to do so, and, curious of your presence, watches as you jump when you notice him.
You recognize him instantly. It is the FƦ whose influence your village is under, the one the elders have told you and your friends to be wary about, for the people who have been seen walking away with him have never come back.
You donāt know what he does to them. The villagers have never dared to confront him about it, never dare to address to him at all. He is not evil: he sometimes speaks blessings upon the cattle, talks the horses to calm after a storm, ensures a good harvest for the farmers, makes the flower bloom in spring even when the weather is still too cold. He is, simply, a FƦ, whose ways humans cannot understand.
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Zuko having a connection to the spirit world but instead of it being something deep and profound, itās just because he spent three years pre-finding the avatar running towards the first weird magical shit he saw.
Aang and Zuko journey to the Spirit World.
The Spirits: Oh look, the avatar.
The Spirits when they see Zuko: AND HE BROUGHT ZUKO WITH HIM! GUYS ZUKOāS BACK!!! EVERYONE HEāS HERE!!! ZUKO YOU BASTARD HOW ARE YOU?!
irohās connection to the spirit world is one of sober mutual respect
zuko is the spiritsā equivalent of that one racoon who just hangs out inside a gas station on top of the slurpee machine so persistently that heās given a namebadge and an employee cubby in the break room
the things i would imagine running alongside the car when i was a kid
This is gorgeous and I need a pack of them so we could run through the woods together hunting.
The Runalongs are rare in worlds without fast transportation. It seems they are brought into being when someone, bored by a journey, looks out to watch the countryside go by. They daydream of a creature that follows their path (guarding? Or hunting?) and suddenly, without fanfare, it appears.
Runalongs have little in the way of ecology, but they are known to eat other dreams. Sometimes if the one who called them is particularly lonely or afraid they will get closer and even speak in humming voices without opening their mouths. But the second you stop moving, the creatures turn and vanish behind themselves, disappearing to wherever fantasies come from.
A Runalong can also have other forms; a humanoid figure (without distinct features) is common, and these may also ride things that are supposed to be horses. If only we were better at imagining, then they might not look so terrifying.
WAIT
OTHER PEOPLE DID THIS
???????!!!
Mine were large cat-like creatures
I forget what mine were but I imagined this too! I like the name Runalongs.
Please, Iām nearly 30 and I still have Runalongs join me on long, boring car journeys. They must be able to sense people who are in need of their presence, for company, for entertainment, or are just so used to them being there.
when you put your hand palm down out the window and it jumps and sways in the speed, the pressure you feel, not quite solid but not quite air is the ghostly backs of the runalongs arching up for a pat.
dave benjamin barnes and buster jerry noble
Benjamin āBusterā Barnes and Jerry David Noble. They only switched order for the one business because buster and dave didnāt have the same ring to it.
i mean i know you're taking the piss, but Dan O'Bannon has talked at length about how he did very much deliberately write the movie to attack a male character in a way that invoked oral rape and violent childbirth because he wanted the film to create sexual anxiety and fear in the men in the audience, which he felt was an untapped potential in horror
"Dan O'Bannon specifically wrote this scene with the male's fear of penetration in mind and wanted the scene to operate as a payback of sorts for all of the times horror films have subjected weak women to male predatory monsters. His goal was to reverse the stigma associated with the sexualized violence against women in horror and turn the idea back on itself. It's no coincidence that the chestburster's birth involves a forceful invasion of male bodied victims and concludes with a phallic entity being born out of a male's chest."
https://screenrant.com/alien-movie-chestburster-sexual-assault-meaning/
Saw screenshot on Facebook, so for those of us arriving after tumblr removed the image š it was a screenshot of a twitter post by an Olivia Campbell (@liviecampbell) saying "I mean, the SCARIEST thing the men who wrote ALIEN (1979) could think of was a living thing taking up residence in your torso then bursting out of you."
I think the best most human thing in the world is strangers doing a silly thing together
Examples:
- guy at work "Yes, and -" ing the bit me and my coworker were doing where we pretended to be owners of a fantasy medieval tavern not minimum wage retail staff
- at the gay club when Die Young by Kesha came on and two hundred people, all dancing and drinking separately, jumped up and down to make the "- beat of the drums *STOMP STOMP*" as loud as possible
- person who watched me stomp round the beach singing a made up song about breakfast foods to name a cat after and suggested more breakfast foods that would be good cat names
- guy who started a dance off with everyone across the road while waiting for the lights to change
- very tiny girl at the pharmacy interviewing everyone in the queue and every single one of us in turn sat down and answered this toddler's questions like we were on Letterman
The three pillars of humanity, in no particular order, are Joy, Absurdity, and Sharing
Still the best gaming fact.
Noted: misogyny is a skill issue
Imagine if you met someone who can't eat watermelon. Not that they're allergic or unable somehow, but they just haven't figured out how to do that. So you're like "what the hell do you mean? it works just like eating anything else, you open your mouth, sink your teeth in, take a bite and chew. If you can bite, chew and swallow, you should be able to eat a watermelon."
And they agree that yes, they do know how to eat, in theory. The problem is the watermelon. Surely, if they figured out where to start, they'd figure out how to do it, but they have no clue how to get started with it.
This goes back and forth. No, it's not an emotional issue, they're not afraid of the watermelon. They can eat any other fruit, other sweet things, and other watery things ("it's watery?" they ask you). Is it the colour? Do they have a problem eating things that are green on the outside and red on the inside?
"It's red on the inside?"
Wait, they've never seen the inside? At this point you have to ask them how, exactly, they eat the watermelon. So to demonstrate, they take a whole, round, uncut watermelon, and try to bite straight into it. Even if they could bite through the crust, there's no way to get human jaws around it.
"Oh, you're supposed to cut it first. You cut the crust open and only chew through the insides."
And they had no idea. All their life this person has had no idea how to eat a watermelon, despite of being told again and again and again that it's easy, it's ridiculous to struggle with something so simple, there's no way that someone just can't eat a watermelon, how can you even mange to be bad at something as fucking simple as eating watermelon.
If someone can't do something after being repeatedly told to "just do it", there might be some key component missing that one side has no idea about, and the other side assumed was so obvious it goes without mention.
Yep.
https://drmaciver.substack.com/p/how-to-do-everythingĀ had a nice list of additional examples like this, with (non-)obvious major insights with regard to opening stitched bags, cleaning your bathroom floor, using a search engine, catching a ball, pinging somebody, proving a theorem, playing sudoku, passing asĀ ānormalā, improving your writing, generating novel ideas, and solving your problem.
If youād asked me six months ago how to get better at something, Iād probably have pointed you to how to do hard things. I still think this is a good approach and you should do it, but I now think itās the wrong starting point and Iāve been undervaluing small insights. [...]
I think my revised belief is that if you are stuck at how to get better at something, spend a little while assuming thereās just some trick to it youāve missed. You can try to generate the trick yourself, but itās probably easier to learn it by observing someone else being good at the thing, asking them some questions, and seeing if you have any lightbulb moment.
My fiance played the clarinet when he was in school. When he was first learning to play, he rented an instrument from the school to learn on. He was the last chair clarinet, had been for years, because he could not make notes that required the register key. For years, they kept making him do embrature exercises and he started to get a few notes, with lots of effort. Eventually he had to get private lessons to stay in band.
Every time he tells me this story, his frustration by this point in the story, years later, is evident. He still sounds frustrated by it, despite all the time that passed. Teachers had been giving him crap for years because he hadn't been making much progress with the instrument.
When he got to the private instructor, she acknowledged his frustration, and asked him to try to play for her. He did, and she saw all he was doing. She then did something no one else had done before. She asked him to put his mouthpiece on a different clarinet and try to play the same notes. Like magic, it worked. She looked at the clarinet he had been using and found that the school's clarinet needed it's pads replaced.
He went from last chair to first chair nearly overnight, having been taught far more techniques than typically taught at that age just to overcome the broken instrument preventing him from making noise.
Sometimes you don't need to brute force a problem. Sometimes your clarinet is just broken.
"Sometimes you don't need to brute force a problem. Sometimes your clarinet is just broken."
My dad and I once had a disagreement over him using the adage "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."
He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."
He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"
I did.
"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."
It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.
So my dad and I agreed, what doesn't kill you doesn't actually make you stronger, but healing does. And if you feel like healing hasn't made you stronger than you were before, you're probably not done healing. You've got to give these things time to set.
In a simple experiment, researchers at the University of Chicago sought to find out whether a rat would release a fellow rat from an unpleasantly restrictive cage if it could. The answer was yes.
The free rat, occasionally hearing distress calls from its compatriot, learned to open the cage and did so with greater efficiency over time. It would release the other animal even if there wasnāt the payoff of a reunion with it. Astonishingly, if given access to a small hoard of chocolate chips, the free rat would usually save at least one treat for the captive ā which is a lot to expect of a rat.
The researchers came to the unavoidable conclusion that what they were seeing was empathy ā and apparently selfless behavior driven by that mental state.
āA New Model of Empathy: The Ratā by David Brown, Washington Post
OH MY.
this just in: rats are more humane than humans
My parents live in this town and the city legally canāt tear the tree down to build or anything because the tree has its own legal rights and they canāt do anything about it.
how does. how does this happen. how DID this happen
I love this story because this guy in the early 1800ās had so many great childhood memories of this tree and wanted to make sure it was protected no matter what. So he deeded the ownership of the tree to itself and everyone just went with it.
Then in 1942 this intense windstorm came and knocked the tree over. And people were bummed. But someone had saved an acorn from the original tree, so they planted that and now Son of the Tree That Owns Itself is over 50 feet tall.
And since this new tree is technically the offspring of the original tree itās considered to have legally inherited the plot of land itās inhabiting.
Two generations of trees owning land is amazing and if you donāt think this is the coolest thing get right out of my face.
things legally able to own land in 1800s: 1.) white dudes 2.) trees apparently
A story half truth and half folklore:
Tree That Owns Itself - Wikipedia
See also:Ā Revisiting āThe Loraxā - Do Trees Have Rights?
So thereās this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And Iām sitting there sweating because likeā¦ Iām wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and heās the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say āI can and will kill youā. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes,Ā āSo. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?ā
To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went,Ā āYou get it.ā
I said,Ā āYep.ā He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.
Oh! I forgot to mention! I saw him at lunch the same day, and he ran up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed at this super sweet girl who comes to GSA and asked if sheās gay. I told him he should ask her because thatās not my place and he said he would.
I thought that would be the end of it.
Except ten minutes later he came back and told me he found out (sheās bi) and that both of us have a shot. I saidĀ āYou more than me.ā because heās attractive and popular.Ā
But this wholesome dumbass looked really confused and asked,Ā āBecause Iām tall?ā
So this isnāt lesbian/jock solidarity but I thought you guys would want to know-
My math teacher was trying to fix the rolling whiteboard and he just offhand said āThis would be easier with a wrenchā
And deadass, dudebro said āHang onā and then proceeded to pull a fucking wrench out of his backpack
Update- after school today he saw me in the library and he didnāt say anything? He just pointed at the book he was holding and I gave him a thumbs up because itās a pretty good book, and he went āYes!ā Really quiet and pumped his fist and then left
Okay so today he asked me if I know how to help people having a panic attack and I was like yeah? And he smiled at me and then went ācool I think Iām having oneā
And I was like what the fuck Colin weāre in the middle of Tech class sit down and we went out in the hall and sat there for a while and he told me about the test heās stressed about so we kind of went over his study guide and when he was feeling better he kind of likeā¦ smacked his head against mine gently? And I helped him up even though heās almost a foot taller than me and yeah
Today at lunch we walked to the football field and laid in the grass and I told him thank you for being my friend (because I donāt have that many) and fistbumped me and said, āYou always looked so nice and chill, how could I not want to be your friend?ā
And honestly yāall, I wouldāve started crying if he hadnāt sneezed and accidentally smacked me
helpful grammar tip! farther is for physical distance, further is for metaphorical distance, and father is for emotional distance!
Who hurt you?
my father did you not read the post
why can't you people care like this about actual real living and dying people
okay actually no hold on i'm cracking this wide open in my head.
people like this they want to pretend they have something to fight for because they grew up on the hunger games and stuff like that so they want to be cool idealised """revolutionaries""". but when the chance to actually do real tangible good and actually fight for a cause comes, when they find out it is not easy or constantly full of hope, and they might actually have to take a real risk for the first time, they ignore it, because actual concrete change is too scary for them. but they still want to Feel like they're fighting for something, so they make up problems to try and rally and solve so they can feel like katniss everdeen or whoever, without actually risking anything important to them to solve real problems
Revolution as entertainment is all these people can handle.
