Student and Fox

Call me Shari. Shemsu of Kemetic Orthodoxy. Child of Wepwawet, Beloved of Set and Ra. Capricorn Sun, Aquarius Moon, Cancer Rising. My e-shrines are @openerofways and @lordofthestorm

[gael-garcia]

Miss Major in The Trans List (2016)

[yesterdaysprint]

Arizona Republic, Phoenix, September 20, 1942

[holy-terror-tomboy-deactivated2]

glad to see that absolutely fucking nothing has changed since september 20, 1942

[theradioghost]

in the words of the great Elizabethan wordsmith William Shakespeare, in Hamlet Act IV Scene V, “When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.” or, in the words of the great Twitter wordsmith @Horse_ebooks,

[ritavonbees]

this is 1947 Cincinnati Enquirer erasure

[marisatomay]

please do not forget your smash mouth

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

[ealasaidh]

So so so true. I said something (pre-virus, like a year ago) to my therapist about doing a thing “when the dust settles” from whatever stressful thing was happening at the time. She asked me if I could remember a time when the dust settled for me.

And I couldn’t.

There’s always something. Sometimes it’s fucking huge (pandemic, anyone?) but often it’s just ordinary crap. Relationship struggles. A big vet bill. My health being unusually shitty. Moving house.

It’s not even always bad! Starting a new job. Getting kittens. Redecorating.

There’s always something.

Don’t put off your life until the dust settles.

The dust settles when you’re dead.

[positivebears]

this one’s a bit longer, but still very important. healing is a gradual thing, of course, but one day, you will wake up and you will notice that your heart is not as heavy as it used to be. healing is not overnight, but it’s also not too far away and nowhere near impossible.

[ghostsingold]

i don’t think i was meant to be a person. i think i was meant to be a small mushroom growing on a decomposing log deep in the forest. i think that would be ideal. 

[bunjywunjy]

cursed biology cows? 🐄

all domestic cattle are all descended from the Aurochs, an enormous ice-age megafauna bovid that ranged from Europe to Asia to North Africa!

Aurochs were actually domesticated at LEAST twice in different areas more than 10,000 years ago, which is why Indian Zebu-type cattle look so different from European cattle!

they share a common ancestor but different roots. 

more importantly though, it means that at least two separate groups of neolithic humans looked at a six-foot-tall jet black bovine rage machine and thought “gonna make friends with that”, and then they did it. those wild sons of bitches, they did it.

[seblester]

(Rude) note to self.

[bunjywunjy]

Do you have any cursed facts about deer? They are my favorite animal.

there’s an entire subset of deer that have sabre fangs instead of antlers!

this is because the very earliest deer on the planet had both antlers AND fangs, but over time deer diverged into two separate lineages that had either antlers OR fangs and they’re both still around today!

[golden-reedwolf]

And then there’s muntjac who have both!

[blackbearmagic]

And sometimes deer species that don’t have fangs anymore will grow vestigial ones!

(pictured: a white-tailed deer skull with a vestigial canine tooth)

[thesassyducks]

Mother Duck Parades Her Ducklings Through Hospital In Cutest Photos EVER

“Every year, without fail, a mama duck chooses one of the enclosed courtyards at our M.M. Ewing Continuing Care Center to lay her eggs and take care of her babies. She lets us know when she’s ready to go by tapping on the glass, and this morning, it was time for this annual rite of spring.”

Photos/text by Thompson Health

[hyperspacial]

[biwimuti]

Something I think we tend to tend to forget, when talking about closed religions, is to think about why they’re closed. Because there is ALWAYS a reason for it; no community just shuts itself off from others just because it feels like it.

Some religions are closed because they’re based on cultural values and beliefs that outsiders, who weren’t raised with and immersed in those beliefs, wouldn’t be able to ever truly understand. Brujería is an example of this, as far as I know.

Some religions are closed because they’re based on location, with their beliefs centered around local things that don’t make sense outside of that location. There are some small Shinto sects that are closed for this reason.

Some religions are closed based on race, because people of a specific race banded together under terrible circumstances and formed beliefs based on their shared experiences. Hoodoo, for example, was created by African slaves so it’s only open to Black people (mainly African diaspora).

Some religions are closed because you have to be born into them, usually because it’s part of the religion’s tenants and foundation. Modern Zoroastrianism almost never recognizes converts.

Some religions are closed because, historically, they were mistreated and often criminalized, with sacred practices being stolen and bastardized by outsiders who were allowed to witness them. Those religions ended up closing to outsiders in order to protect themselves and survive. This is why the majority of indigenous religions are closed.

It’s important to understand the reasons behind religions being closed, not only so that we can learn to accept that decision, but also so that we have a better understanding of history and other people.

[toxictiktoks]

Through tiktok today I learned there’s instruments that SUMMON WORMS

[snazziest]

The worms: “I’m pickin up good vibrations”

[shelbymelissa]

Show up to a sound bath with just these bad boys.

[aprilslady]

If I was remaking the Princess Bride I'd have Buttercup hire Vizzini, Inigo and Fezzik herself to help her fake her death and take her away so she could go and seek out the Dread Pirate Roberts and get revenge for Westley's death, and also get out of the marriage to Humperdinck, so she rocks up on the ship in disguise and this time Westley doesn't recognise *her*, but she realises it's Westley and she's just making loads of snide remarks trying to figure out why he's been merrily fucking about on a boat this whole time, meanwhile Westley's having a little bit of a bi moment about Buttercup-in-disguise but because he's loyal as fuck he's not going to do anything about it but they get into a fight and Buttercup is like 'Why the hell did you just fucking leave your girlfriend to fuck around being a pirate you could at least have written a letter' and he's like 'Oh I'm sorry???? What on earth would you know about it, this is none of your concern, I should've killed you when you came on board' and of course during this scene they're also having a very tense sword fight with Inigo making quips from the sidelines like a sports commentator, and Buttercup's like 'WELL WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL ME THEN, FARM BOY???' But then the ship lurches to the side and she gets thrown overboard and Westley is like 'Oh my God I'm so stupid!!!!' So then he has to dive in after and pull her out.

[titillatingtubist]

I LOVE THIS??!?

[thoughtsformtheuniverse]

Once she’s back in the boat she and Westley have a heart a heart conversation and it’s very cute (Inigo and Fezzik are throwing rhyming couplets back and forth in the background).

Humperdinck is still trying to start a war, so when he hears his prospective bride is captured! by pirates! he chases them, and captures them all as soon as their boat makes landfall. Westley, Inigo, Fezzik, and Vizzini all go to the dungeons, and Buttercup is confined to the court physician’s rooms to ‘recover her wits’ from her ‘scare with the pirates’ (translation: she’s spitting mad and has a sword now and has to be restrained to keep from Murdering Humperdinck).

The gang in the dungeons are all in separate cells, so they each organize their own jailbreak. Fezzik just. breaks his door, Vizzini confuses his guard into handing him the keys to the door, Inigo has his ‘Father, guide my sword’ moment and finds a secret passageway out, and Westley is just sitting outside his cell waiting for them, both of his guards knocked out. he claims they turned on each other and then he picked his lock.

Meanwhile, Humperdinck releases Buttercup, which was a mistake, because now she gets to beat him up and give the ‘to the pain’ speech. Inigo has his conclusion with the six-fingered-man, meanwhile Westley finds the queen, convinces her that Humperdinck has been warmongering, and she decides to crown her younger child instead. Westley meets up with Buttercup, and together they find Inigo and Fezzik (who has grabbed the horses).

Inigo becomes the next Dread Pirate Roberts and Fezzik goes with him. Humperdinck never recovers from the scandal and gets shoved in a monastery somewhere out of embarrassment. Westley and Buttercup become wandering swords, just Robin Hooding their way through life, settling down to be farmers in their old age.

[aprilslady]

You're hired

[worddevourer]

“Well,” said Inigo, shrugging, “I myself am no stranger to murder plots.  I just don’t know that the four of us can fight an entire crew of pirates.”

They were drawing quite close to the Revenge, now.

Vizzini scoffed.  “Obviously not.  They say Roberts is a bloodthirsty pirate, but too honorable for his own good.  Our employer will simply challenge him to a duel.”  He glanced forward, to the front of the boat, where the enigmatic figure who had purchased their services stared intently ahead, and continued in an undertone.  “And, since we’ve been paid in advance, the outcome matters little.”

“But, don’t they kill everyone they meet?” said Fezzik.

“Obviously not,” scoffed Vizzini, “or no one would know they existed.  Besides, I’m sure that, if their captain wins, they’ll be all too happy to have us go and spread the story of his immense skill.”

“When you say skill...” said Inigo, leaning forward.

“They say he’s an accomplished duelist.  Scourge of the seas?  Known to have slain 100 men in single combat!?”  Vizzini turned away in disgust at his evident lack of knowledge.

Inigo nodded his head to either side, trying to tally up his own numbers.

He didn’t have time to share his calculations, though, as a shout came from the Revenge.

“Ho there!  Who goes?”

Their nameless employer stood up, and responded in that oddly light tone of his.

“I seek an audience with Roberts!”

The man who had spotted them, young, but already grizzled, laughed derisively.  “You’ll meet him.  Whether you get ‘an audience’ or not...”  He let the implication of their treatment hang in the air.

“Whether I give him an audience...”  Muttered their employer, hand going to the sword at his side.

A minute passed, and then, from over the side of the Revenge, there came a ladder.

“Come aboard,” said the man who had called out earlier.

They came alongside, and their employer stepped up first, nimbly climbing up.  The rest paused, there, none quite as eager, until the voice called out again.

“And the rest of you.”

Inigo went first, and Fezzik took up the rear, and they made it to the deck, where...

The deck was filled with battered, scarred, salt-worn men.  It was a motley crew, but each of them was armed, and none seemed especially friendly.

On a higher deck, a man leaned on the railing, and gave them all a careful once over.

“Well then...  Not many seek the Revenge.  Come to join the crew, then?”

Their employer shook his head.

The man pulled back, and looked closer at him.  He took in the dark, loose clothing, the mask, and the hair, cut short, but brilliant gold all the same.  And the mask...

“Then state your business.”

“I’ve come to seek an audience with Roberts,” he repeated.  “Is that who I’m speaking to?”

There was a rumble of laughter from around the deck.

“No,” came a much smoother voice, and a man in black stepped forth from the shadows.  “I am Roberts.”

He took a few paces around the four of them, but his eyes, bright beneath the mask, seemed only interested in their employer.

“Now...  By the sword at your side, you are not rich...  By the clothes you wear, you are a swordsman...  And by the mask...”  He stopped, and turned to face them in earnest.  “You have come to kill me, then.”

Vizzini, Inigo, and Fezzik would have expected a stoic affirmation, but since Roberts had stepped into the light, an indefinable change seemed to have come over him.

“You took someone from me who I held very dear.”

Roberts paused, and then shrugged.  “Perhaps.  I kill many people.”

“I came to challenge you to a duel.”

Roberts nodded.  “Naturally.”

“And you accept?”

“Of course!” he said, throwing his arms out, as if the question surprised him.  “What kind of self-respecting legend of the seas can turn down an offer to duel?”  That drew a laugh from the surrounding pirates.

“I ask that the men behind me, regardless of my fate, be left to leave freely.”

He raised his eyebrows.  “A strange request.”

“They have no valuables to steal, and they are in similar work to you.”

“Are you asking for honor among thieves?” said Roberts, and clicked his tongue.  “There is no such thing.  But, nonetheless, if it is as you say, unless they make themselves my enemies, they will be spared.”

Roberts stepped forward, and, as if on cue, the pirates on the deck pulled back, going to the railings, and some onto the higher  decks, clearing a large space in the middle.  Vizzini, Inigo and Fezzik matched the motion, until there were only two figures in the middle of the deck.

“Now,” said Roberts, “you know who I am, but I must admit, I am curious who you are.”

“I do know who you are,” said their employer, a flash of light in his eyes, a perfect match for his sword, which was suddenly aimed straight at Roberts’ chest.  Roberts seemed, for a moment, taken aback by his vehemence.  “And if you do not know who I am, then perhaps you will have to continue wondering.”

“Fezzik,” whispered Inigo, “do you see the position of the feet?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you see the way he maintains his stance despite the shifting of the deck?” the words came out rapidly, as Inigo stared intently at every inch of their employer’s posture.  “He has been trained well.”

“Oh.  Good,” said Fezzik, trying and failing to see what exactly Inigo was so fixated on.

Roberts studied his opponent, a moment longer, and drew his own sword, the motion strangely nonchalant.  Inigo’s eyes widened.

“What?” said Fezzik.

Inigo shook his head, seemingly unable to put words around what was so impressive about the motion.  Perhaps the ease with which Roberts handled the weight.

Roberts settled into his stance, and there was a moment of silence, the two of them facing each other, neither quite willing to make the first move.

Their employer struck first, the jab snaking out.  Roberts blocked ably, once, twice, thrice, the strikes coming in blisteringly quick.

“Do you see that motion?  If the feet do not move quickly enough, then he would lose his balance in an instant.”

“They’re good then?” came Fezzik’s bass response.

Roberts struck back, jabs alternating in a dizzying pattern, first from the left, then the right.

“Oh, Fezzik, if you could see it as I do.”

Roberts’ deadly offensive seemed for a second to splinter, and then fracture back on itself, a pair of thunderous clangs seeming to almost disarm him.

“The entire stance was a feint!” cried Inigo, seemingly jubilant at the concept.  “Tulis, flowing into a high lunge rather than a low slash!”

--

“I rarely find others who wear masks,” said Roberts, almost conversational as the fight roved across the deck.  “Have you been burned by acid, or do you just prefer to keep your identity a secret.”

“I have as much reason to keep my identity a secret as you do,” she hissed in response.

“You know,” he said, “I thought you seemed suspicious of something.”

“I know who you were,” she said, managing to push him back, up to the upper deck, the perfect shift of his technique as he started up the stairs prompting another excited cry from Inigo, who seemed to have gotten the pirates riled up.  They seemed to be shouting their own interpretations of the fight, though none quite so learned.

“I am Roberts, and no one else,” he said, but she knew the smile was fake.  “You are mistaken.”

“No.  Tell me, what have you been doing out here?  Searching for adventure?  Wealth?  Fame?”

“I wouldn’t presume to know my business, if I were you,” he said, his expression suddenly darkening.

“Was it the prospect of drink?  Gold?  Women?”

That seemed to hit something, and, with a perfectly timed lurch of the deck (for the waves had been choppy all day) he managed to reverse the momentum of the fight despite his tactically poor position.  Inigo, though neither heard it, interjected yet again with a rapid, excited burst.

Roberts seemed angry now.

“You say it like you have some reason for asking.  Have you come here in the hopes of seducing me by your victory?”

“I came here with the intent of killing a spineless, unfaithful coward.”

The insult was hardly subtle, and neither his response.  Both were the more effective for it, and the furious chop sent her sword flying away.  It soared across the deck, almost impaling a crewmember’s foot, and then stuck in the wood, wobbling.

She was pressed back against the railing, his sword point almost in her chest, his expression as thunderous as the sea beneath them, which, during the fight, had begun to violently rock the boat.

“I don’t believe that I will take any satisfaction in killing you,” he said, “only in not having to listen to you speak anymore.”

She grimaced, and reached up to her mask.

“Then kill me and be done with it,” she pulled away the mask, “farm boy.”

For an instant, he didn’t seem to understand what he was seeing, and then, he staggered back, as if struck.  The sword dropped from his hand.

“You.”

She nodded, grimly.

What now, Westley?

He seemed...

He seemed...

A wave struck the boat, and she, already forced backwards, toppled over the railing, and into the water below.

[thecoggs]

So apparently last year the National Park Service in the US dropped an over 1200 page study of LGBTQ American History as part of their Who We Are program which includes studies on African-American history, Latino history, and Indigenous history. 

Like. This is awesome. But also it feels very surreal that maybe one of the most comprehensive examinations of LGBTQ history in America (it covers sports! art! race! historical sites! health! cities!) was just casually done by the parks service. 

[tarastarr1]

This is really great??

Chapter 1: Prologue: Why LGBTQ Historic Sites Matter by Mark Meinke

Chapter 2: Introduction to the LGBTQ Heritage Initiative Theme Study by Megan E. Springate

Chapter 3: Introduction to Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Queer (LGBTQ) History in the United States by Leisa Meyer and Helis Sikk

Chapter 4: The History of Queer History: One Hundred Years of the Search for Shared Heritage by Gerard Koskovich

Chapter 5: The Preservation of LGBTQ Heritage by Gail Dubrow

Chapter 6: LGBTQ Archeological Context by Megan E. Springate

Chapter 7: A Note about Intersectionality by Megan E. Springate

Chapter 8: Making Bisexuals Visible by Loraine Hutchins

Chapter 9: Sexual and Gender Diversity in Native America and the Pacific Islands by Will Roscoe

Chapter 10: Transgender History in the US and the Places that Matter by Susan Stryker

Chapter 11: Breathing Fire: Remembering Asian Pacific American Activism in Queer History by Amy Sueyoshi

Chapter 12: Latina/o Gender and Sexuality by Deena J. González and Ellie D. Hernandez

Chapter 13: “Where We Could Be Ourselves”: African American LGBTQ Historic Places and Why They Matter by Jeffrey A. Harris

Chapter 14: LGBTQ Spaces and Places by Jen Jack Gieseking

Chapter 15: Making Community: The Places and Spaces of LGBTQ Collective Identity Formation by Christina B. Hanhardt

Chapter 16: LGBTQ Business and Commerce by David K. Johnson

Chapter 17: Sex, Love, and Relationships by Tracy Baim

Chapter 18: LGBTQ Civil Rights in America by Megan E. Springate

Chapter 19: Historical Landmarks and Landscapes of LGBTQ Law by Marc Stein

Chapter 20: LGBTQ Military Service by Steve Estes

Chapter 21: Struggles in Body and Spirit: Religion and LGBTQ People in US History by Drew Bourn

Chapter 22: LGBTQ and Health by Katie Batza

Chapter 23: LGBTQ Art and Artists by Tara Burk

Chapter 24: LGBTQ Sport and Leisure by Katherine Schweighofer

Chapter 25: San Francisco: Placing LGBTQ Histories in the City by the Bay by Donna J. Graves and Shayne E. Watson

Chapter 26: Preservation of LGBTQ Historic & Cultural Sites – A New York City Perspective by Jay Shockley

Chapter 27: Locating Miami’s Queer History by Julio Capó, Jr.

Chapter 28: Queerest Little City in the World: LGBTQ Reno by John Jeffrey Auer IV

Chapter 29: Chicago: Queer Histories at the Crossroads of America by Jessica Herczeg-Konecny

Chapter 30: Nominating LGBTQ Places to the National Register of Historic Places and as National Historic Landmarks: An Introduction by Megan E. Springate and Caridad de la Vega

Chapter 31: Interpreting LGBTQ Historic Sites by Susan Ferentinos

Chapter 32: Teaching LGBTQ History and Heritage by Leila J. Rupp

[granniekid]

We used it in my LGBT history class and it’s SO WONDERFUL I LOVE it PLEASE READ at least some chapters. It has photos and sources and goes into detail in footnotes when it doesn’t have time for a tangent.

[uniquecrash5]

Fascinating.

[sunlitsuggestions]

it's okay if you're slipping back into old bad habits and coping mechanisms, I'm not disappointed in you. we're suffering. we're scared. it's going to be okay.

[enigmaticpink]

Autistic peeps, reblog and add what texture you hate the most

Mine is canvas

[enigmaticpink]

I’ve had some people ask, so yeah this is post is totally fine for people with adhd to reblog too

[thecolorsfucked]

windbreaker material can literally die

[nassadii]

that fuckin starchy polyester in some shirts can fuck off the the fire. Same with fuckin underwire bras

[studentandfox]

ADHD but microfiber I cannot

[yarnandyarrow]

Unpopular witchcraft opinion: Yarn is the most versatile spell component of all times, it can be used in just about anything and can be used to substitute nearly anything in a spell. It is also the most overlooked.

[quadruple-m]

I hope you don’t mind me asking, but can you tell me some specific uses/your favorite uses for yarn? :3 I’m always looking to expand my knowledge!!

[yarnandyarrow]

I’m glad you asked and sorry for the delay, I’m only on here intermittently.

Some sample uses for yarn in spells.

1) Bindings.

Okay so this is an obvious one because yarn is basically a string, tying stuff up is easy. But I find that it’s good to make more elaborate ones too with crocheting or knitting, because you can make a more elaborate “pattern”.

2) Protection.

Making small items (see 3) as well) and charging them with protective spells, filling them with herbs and/or crystals, is a good way to make an anchor for a protection spell. I have a small, crocheted bear that’s a protective amulet.

In fact

3) Satchel/amulets/bracelets/necklaces

are so easy to make from yarn and takes less gear than say sewing.

As someone who sews too, by hand and machine, you need less stuff to start and less space to crochet or knit a bag or satchel. Bracelets and cords for amulets/necklaces are also easy to make in yarn.

4) Spell items.

Sometimes it can be hard, even impossible to get an item, so why not make one out of yarn.

Spell calls for a rose or other flower, but that specific one isn’t in season or it’s late winter and nothing is blooming? Make one.

5) Bags.

Not spells as such, but I love to make bags from both crystals and cards from yarn. I prefer to crochet them as it makes for a sturdier and stiffer result than knitting.

On the whole I find working intent into something when you have to work on it for a period of time, from maybe half an hour for a small item to hours, days even months for bigger ones, is easier exactly because you spend so much time on it. And it makes for more “effective” end result.

[caffeine-and-crystals]

Knot magick and colour associations are my favourite!

[therestlesswitch]

Weavers and fiber craftspeople have always been associated with magic, mysteries. Betwixt&Between have a great episode all about magical crafts.

And In the last episode of Witchcraft for the Restless, I have a whole segment about using a crochet hook in your craft :D