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Absolutely did not catch the Bad Wolf storyline starting this early...
Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?
No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people
everybody go home the best tag on this post just dropped
Watching The Unquiet Dead ep of Doctor Who. Kids wanted to know of it's zombies or ghosts.
And I got to pull out this guy:
I've never been happier.
"Spectrum" suggests it is possible to exist at any point other than either of the two extreme ends of this scenario.
I posit this is false. This, friends, is the *real* dichotomy. You may hop between them by the day or even the moment, but there is no in between.
and on April 13th, 2006, niel banged out the tunes, and it was good
Since when does Tumblr have photo filters? Is this new? Do I just never upload photos?
My kid treated herself to a Bubble O What's Wrong With His Face. I'm so glad the next generation still gets this core life experience.
Professor Sir Balls, this is to inform you I got back my grade after writing a literary analysis of your rat fic for class because we’re doing narratives on displacement ATM. Pleased to tell you I got 24/25 and my teacher agreed with me that “Elrond saw a rat scurrying around in the grain shed behind their house and it made him feel like a rat scurrying around in the grain shed behind their house” is a perfect description. Thought you’ll find it funny, have a nice week
Sorry I took 3 days to answer this, not bc I was busy but bc I have spent the last 72 hours staring at it in complete shock and experiencing random bouts of hysterical laughter, thus have only just managed to formulate a response:
1) What the fuck do you mean you wrote an essay about an Elrond fanfic for what I assume, considering the topic, is a university level course…
2) Whilst the story is certainly a displacement narrative, it also contains the phrase “pocket sized Celebrimbor” and features a half-elf having a nervous breakdown after identifying with a literal rodent, so I need to know WHAT you wrote in that damned essay to get you such a good grade 😭
3) YOU BETTER NOT BE TELLING ME THAT YOUR BIBLIOGRAPHY CONTAINS THE WORD ‘BALROGBALLS’???
TLDR you are god’s chosen one, the strongest soldier to ever exist, the battering ram debacle is nothing in comparison to this conscious choice, and I am both in awe of and terrified by you.
I love this picture so much! Post it whenever I come across it.
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I am reading scholarly works about Jane Austen and having hearteyes about obscure details in the Pemberley chapters of P&P that indicate Mr. Darcy’s sustainable land management praxis.
Okay, let’s talk about Pemberley!
Austen, as a rule, doesn’t spend many paragraphs describing locations. There’s often information to be gleaned from their names (Sense and Sensibility is full of lurking references to sexual scandals and Mansfield Park to slavery), but Longbourn just means “long stream” or “long boundary,” Netherfield means “lower field,” and Rosings’ original owner was a redhead. Meryton, a pun on “merry town,” is kind of fascinating, given the installment of the militia and the threat to stability and serenity they represent. Partying and shenanigans. Possibly a Shakespeare ref.
Longbourn barely gets any description at all. From the get-go, everyone who lives there is obsessed with other places, with getting out (except Mr. Bennet, who never wants to leave his library, never mind the house). Lady Catherine deems it small and mildly uncomfortable, which is in keeping with the theme of confinement, but also it’s Lady Catherine talking. Netherfield can’t tell us much about Bingley, who is only a tenant. Rosings is expensively, ostentatiously modern and gaudily furnished, though it has a handsome park that Lady Catherine and her stifled daughter never set foot in but Elizabeth and Darcy both frequently escape to during their stays.
So it’s notable and wonderful that Austen goes out of her way to describe Pemberley as an old-fashioned, highly successful, working estate. Its practical old Anglo-Saxon name means “Pember’s clearing.” A pember is a man who grows barley. Darcy most likely still does. As Elizabeth and the Gardiners approach and tour the house, they notice and admire its beautiful surrounding woods, and then when they wander outside, the specific word Austen uses is coppice woods. A coppice is a woodland filled with tree species that grow new shoots from their stumps when you chop them down. Darcy probably has oaks on a fifty-year cycle as well as faster-growing species such as hawthorn and hornbeam for firewood, timber and cattle fodder. Coppice forestry is functional and sustainable, and provides habitat for beasts and birds.
Darcy is the anti-John Dashwood (Dashwood, srsly), the brother in Sense and Sensibility who inherits Elinor and Marianne’s childhood estate of Norland, whose wife immediately starts making plans to hack down trees (not even coppice trees, but big, gorgeous, venerable hardwoods) to make way for a folly. Jane Austen hated follies. Also, it ought to be noted that timber was so valuable in Britain at the time that estates often had inheritance clauses that detailed who was and wasn’t allowed to chop down what.
Darcy’s a food producer and land conservator, prefers nature over fussy, ornamental landscape design, his servants and tenants like him, he gives money to the poor… and… he’s a trout fisherman! He shoots, too, as do Bingley and Hurst and Mr. Bennet, but it’s a particular mark in his favour that Austen singles him and Mr. Gardiner out as anglers. It’s a pastime that signifies a taste for contemplation and quietness and appreciation of nature, as blissfully described in The Compleat Angler; or, The Contemplative Man’s Recreation, a hugely popular travel book first published in the 1600s and reprinted often for 18th C libraries. The plot of The Compleat Angler is about the conversion of a hunter (pastime of the ultra-rich) to a fisherman who learns to love the peaceful sport. We receive ample evidence elsewhere that Darcy is a man capable of swift, decisive action and formidable effectiveness. But at Pemberley, Austen takes care to show us how he’s balanced.
Most of the information in this post comes from Margaret Doody’s Jane Austen’s Names.
I didn’t know any of this! I always thought it was a bit odd how her viewing the estate changed her views of the man himself, as if it was about how big the place was. Instead it was how he cared for the land / people. Fascinating! Completely missed that.
It’s literally his character reference! Most women at the time had to marry for financial security, yet marriage was horribly risky, because divorce was almost impossible. If you married someone you didn’t know well, and he turned out to be lazy, irresponsible, or abusive, you were stuck.
This is why so many Austen heroes are mature, almost frumpy men the heroines have known for years. Local fellows with family ties. They don’t offer breathless romances; the happy endings they offer are happy because they are safe.
Darcy is not a local boy. Darcy is not a fully formed, baggable Austen hero when he proposes at Hunsford, not just because he’s rude af, but because Lizzy doesn’t know him well enough yet. She has no real way of knowing how he would treat her. Austen sends Lizzy to Pemberley not to dazzle her with Darcy’s wealth, but to provide her with good, hard evidence of his treatment of the people under his protection, including his tenants, his sister, and the intelligent, dignified housekeeper who has known him since he was a toddler.
Character references established, we may proceed with the romance.
(n.b. He doesn’t know her either, until she’s rejected him. He proposes, despite his giant pile of reservations, because he’s so horny for her he can’t stand it (at least, to his credit, he’s turned on by her brains as much as her hot little bod), but only after her refusal does he realize how completely he has failed to understand this woman or make himself worthy of her. He falls in love for real only after she has demanded that he live up to his own high standards. Refreshing, ain’t it?)
There is SO MUCH information about Darcy’s character during the house tour, the way he preserved the memory of his father, his attention to Georgiana, the references from his servants (both the housekeeper and the gardener), the landscape outside… I am always so surprised when people think Elizabeth married him for wealth. She knew he was rich, his house told her everything else.
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a hug
a hand to hold
a cottage in the woods with no phone reception
a beer
a guttural scream in a field somewhere
“everything will be okay”
a snack
a comfort read/comfort movie
uninterrupted sleep
whatever your heart desires (you deserve it)
sunsets after 7pm now !!!!!!!!!!! we made it guys !!!!!!!!!!!!
Guys those greedy bastards in the northern hemisphere are stealing our FUCKING SUN!!
Yup, and we're never going to give it back, either!
I regret to say we have been forced to give it back.
I'm ear-reading Project Hail Mary and I'm *tired* guys. So don't judge when I tell you I read only the big text in the second post and immediately assumed the astrophage had invaded the North.
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Less magic schools. More magic universities. Unlearn the simplified models of your secondary education. Discover how to reference scrolls written by a wizard possessed by a different wizard. Identify bias in the voices that whisper from beyond the veil. Have your institution be accused of promoting a Merlinist agenda. Become addicted to energy potions.
Also, Scholomance was hella fun (magic university THAT WANTS TO EAT YOU)
Less magic schools. More magic universities. Unlearn the simplified models of your secondary education. Discover how to reference scrolls written by a wizard possessed by a different wizard. Identify bias in the voices that whisper from beyond the veil. Have your institution be accused of promoting a Merlinist agenda. Become addicted to energy potions.
Then what? Debate the ethics of charging tenants a Demon fee to cover potential damage from the pets they summon from the abyss. Listen to your friend, a WHS inspector, tell the story about *why* you're not allowed to ride your broomstick through the warehouse (for the fortieth time) and how the "DO NOT EAT" label on the dehydrated newt's eyes was added because someone did, indeed eat them. Fight with your mother who is desperate to schedule a Gandalf-style enchanted fireworks spectacle at your wedding, despite the known and documented disruption to the local noctural wildlife. Endure the baby shower with that socially awkward aunt who's a bit of a bigot, because if you don't invite her, well, we all remember the documentary about Sleeping Beauty. Endure the stories from your Grandpa, because back in his day they had to write their incantations by hand -- none of this 'copy and paste' rubbish. Fight to have spellbooks made available in braille, and floating captions added to the weekly haunting (along with ear defenders for those whose hearing is a little *too* sensitive). Quietly hide your nan's broomstick when she reaches the age where she's had a few accidents and can't always remember how to get home, but won't admit she's past the age of safe flying.
Im gonna shill for Marie Kondo again but this is why I find her books (yes, books, the TV show is fun but ultimately misses a lot of the core ideas) so good.
A lot of home org advice fully misses this aspect. Kondo not only acknowledges it, but leans into it. And ultimately this helps motivste me to keep my space tidy - it's really hard to me to keep on the nebulous goal of self-care, but much easier to get up and put things away if I envision my salt and pepper grinders as like, retail workers who are now standing in an empty shop (my dining table) and just wanna go home (the spice rack where they live).
Normie tidying process: that heater should be put away for summer! I mean, I'm not gonna need it
Me: well it's just chilling and also I can't be arsed.
Kondo: that heater has done a good job keeping you warm over winter and now it should get to go have a rest in the cupboard
Me: !! Sabbatical for my heater!! Thank you for your service sir and have a very nice break!
just saw a tiktok or something where the person was saying they did this and they were on a hike and they were like "i managed to get myself to go on this hike because i promised my boots we would go" and its like. OH YEAH. THAT.
Whole-heartedly BEGGING writers to unlearn everything schools taught you about how long a paragraph is. If theres a new subject, INCLUDING ACTIONS, theres a new paragraph. A paragraph can be a single word too btw stop making things unreadable
Ok So I’m getting more notes than I thought quicker than I expected! So I’m gonna elaborate bc I want to.
I get it, when you’re someone who writes a lot and talks a lot, it’s hard to keep things readable, but it’s not as much about cutting out the fat(that can be a problem) so much as a formatting issue.
You are also actively NERFING yourself by not formatting it correctly, it can make impactful scenes feel so, so much better. Compare this,
To THIS.
Easier to read, and hits harder.
No more over-saturated paragraphs. Space things out.
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