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Okay, quick pinned post because my gardening blog is kinda dead and I cannot follow people from my sideblog: fandom stuff is over at @chaosheadspace.
Ty

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I know we talk a lot about the literacy crisis and the horrible anti-intellectualism happening rn but I think we need to talk more about how much of an entitlement complex the stupidest among us have developed
Dear readers,
Please be ready to expand your vocabulary when you read books/fics - thank you
Yours truly - a writer who gained her big vocabulary from reading
Seriously. How do you think LEARNING happens?
You look shit up.
That's how we all did it. We looked shit up. A lot.
We need to romanicise collecting non-physical things again. When I was a teen, I came home at least four times a week and told my mom "so you know what I learned today? Did you know that [insert obscure word here] is a word? Did you know that's a thing that existed?" and things like that change you for the better.
Don't expect the world to shovel knowledge into your mouth. You're not a baby bird. Look stuff up. Ask that person on the train what they're reading. Ask that grandma taking a walk what kind of plant she's carrying and why. Ask that 4yo what kind of animal they're watching on the sidewalk (probably a snail). Ask your cashier about their cool tshirt. Ask. It's so important for so many things. Knowledge, connection, fun.
Ask.
THIS IS THE HARDEST I HAVE LAUGHED IN SO LONG YOU HAVE CURED MY DEPRESSION
This is one of the greatest posts Iâve ever witnessed. The payoff was amazing.
My roommate heard it going and went âOH MY GOD is it EVER going to resolve?â then the payoff hit and she busted up laughing
at least now we know why he has yet to return when Britain is in peril
We need a flick where King Arthur wakes in modern Jamaica and is very confused.
I think that would be so much funny. He wakes up on a remote beach in Jamaica and he only speaks/understands Brythonic and Medieval Latin. Locals assume he was a tourist who fell from a cruise ship or received a head injury and floated away from a resort. The authorities cannot match his description to any missing persons reports and his fingerprints and DNA produce no hits on INTERPOL. They suspect he may be Welsh or French because the language he speaks resembles Welsh or Breton but France and the UK both state he is not a citizen of their country. Stateless and deeply confused, he is taken in by the community near the beach where he was found, being cared for by a number of local families and doing odd jobs. He slowly learns English and adjusts to the contemporary world, uncertain if his belief that he is the legendary King Arthur was formed by whatever traumatic event caused him to end up Jamaica or if he is actually King Arthur and Prydain is in eminent peril. Mysterious letters from Morgan begin to reaffirm his belief he is King Arthur. He must choose between staying in Jamaica and continuing the happy life he has made for himself or finding a way to get back to Britain without any documentation.
ancient king white boy stuns locals by ordering in perfect Jamaican Patois
He gets to Britain and everyone expects him to sound like a posh noble Englishman because that is the picture Malory painted but he prefers to speak Welsh and when he has to speak English, he speaks with a thick Jamaican accent.
One fun thing to me about German, at least in my regional dialect, is the -ong bastardization of words that really adds a village fool twang to words
Beton -> Betong
Pardon -> Pardong
Saison -> Saisong
Karton -> Kartong
etc etc, a personal favourite: Croissant -> Crossong
I make sure to make it sound as stupid as possible because it's fun that way

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I'm one of the few people that genuinely LOVES working customer service (hotel receptionist here), like yes the occasional person is rude and entitled. But most of the time? People are kind, and funny, and will jump at the chance to share a bit of their lives with someone else.
The businessman that comes in every week who seemed grouchy at first now smiles and waves when I remember his name, and explains he's just finished a long drive, and he doesn't MEAN to come off as rude, he's just tired.
The mother and daughter who visit the hotel each summer and tell me they've been coming here for years, and each time they visit they go to the pier and save up their tickets for the big ticket items. One day they come through the doors with the biggest grins, the older lady in the wheelchair proudly waving a huge stuffed toy tiger she's "had her eye on for years".
The young man with his girlfriend who looks nervous as he approaches reception, and stumbles over his words, his hands shaking as he signs the paperwork to check in. I've spent the last two weeks on the phone with him organising this; we've set up the bedroom with balloons and petals and decorations, and he's going to propose as soon as they get to the room.
The woman who I've not seen before who asks if I'm local, and tells me she grew up here, and had recently found herself drawn back. We talk about the sounds of seagulls, and the metal clanging of masts down at the harbour, and how the sounds that fade into the background are the ones you miss most when you leave. She's writing a book and promises to send me a copy when she's done.
The regular who goes out of her way to buy us all the strangest biscuits she can find at the tourist shops. We try them together, pulling faces at the ones that just don't work.
The thirty something woman who immediately sees a kinship in me and whispers to me that she has been here before, but under a name she no longer uses, and we celebrate the freedom she feels.
The support group that comes in for coffee each week and sit together filling the foyer with laughter.
Every single person living their own wonderful complicated rich lives, and I get to be a part of that. How is that not beautiful?
your month, your mini bird wearing a hat!
These tiny birds are now sticker sheets in my shop!!
So every year, my aquarium does a captive lobster hatchery project (hence all the loblings). The reason weâre doing it is because in the wild, loblings only have a 1 in 25,000 chance of surviving their larval phase. Theyâre plankton as babies and everything eats them. Additionally, as the Gulf of Maine warms, they are having even lower survival rates because the blooms of copepods they feed on as babies are happening earlier in the year, and theyâre missing it.
Obviously, the goal of this experiment is to grow the lobsters until theyâre big enough to settle to the seabed and then release them, because they have a much higher likelihood of surviving to adulthood when theyâre able to hide. Ideally, captive lobster hatcheries can boost the wild population and keep things stable, so we donât have a major crash in a decade or two.
The first year we tried this was pretty bad. We had a lot of eggs, but very few babies. It turned out that the CO2 levels in the building spiked as more guests visited throughout the summer, and that settled into the water and threw off the pH and caused a chemical reaction that prevented a lot of the eggs from hatching. I think we ended up releasing three baby lobsters (which is still better than their wild survival rate but not great).
The second year was a little better. We added a de-gasser to the aquarium and got a ton of larval lobsters, but right as they were settling to the bottom we had a disease outbreak that killed most of them. We ended up releasing four babies at the end of the season.
But this year? Oh boy. We have so many lobsters that we had to release the first round early (usually we wait till September or October so guests can see them). We just released a total of FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE baby lobsters, and we still have over a hundred who havenât settled to the bottom yet. I genuinely donât even have words to explain how cool this is. OVER FIVE HUNDRED. We just added hundreds of lobsters to the wild population that wouldnât have been there otherwise.
Conservation is so fucken sick
We're doing the same in Whitby, England, and there's a little aquarium attached and it ROCKS. Huge recommend to anyone in England looking for a little fun in the town that made Dracula.
They have a bunch of very happy "berried hens" (i.e. mother lobsters covered in eggs), a set of (essentially) aquatic centrifuges that rock the baby lobsters around to help build their strength against the currents, and a GIANT 35-year-old blue lobster named MELVIN who wanders around in a big tank living his best life, with a couple of sharks for room-mates.
It's a MARVELLOUS time and they're on course to release 100,000 lobster babies a year!
Marine conservation charity in Northeast England. Aiming to conserve, educate and research. Home to Whitby Lobster Hatchery. Releasing 100,0
still fuckin hate that âbee-free honeyâ thatâs made fromâŠâŠâŠ apples. bitch who you think sexed up those apples
A farmer, by hand and with love and care
wild bees still sexin em up when heâs not looking
old mccuckhold had a farm it seems
Bird #11: Rainbow-bearded Thornbill
Avian August day 2! The rainbow embroidery on this one looks so vibrant in the sunlight đ I extended the wings a bit on this design, too, to better capture the hummingbird shape.

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Es hat begonnen...
i was at an event last night in california and i went to the bar to order wine bc wine was like, a thing, and i looked at the menu and saw i was completely out of my depth bc idk any wine names, so i turned to my right and there was a man in a gorgeous suit standing at the bar beside me and i said âdo you know anything about wine?â and he said âa little, yes!â i told him i liked white and dry wines and asked if heâd order for me. he asked the server for two glasses and had one poured for each of us and then he clinked his glass on mine but he didnât take a sip, he just watched me taste mine and then he asked what i thought and i said âitâs pretty good, but like i said, i wouldnât know.â he laughed and told me to have a good time & i walked away. fifteen minutes later i found out heâs the winemaker.
Frodo Laid a Geas (and other invisible magic)
This was so obvious when I realized it, but I think most people miss it, because weâre so desensitized by D&D-style magic with immediate, visibly, flashy effects, rather than more subtle and invisible forces of magic. When Gollum attacks Frodo on the slopes of Mount Doom, Frodo has the chance to kill him, but he doesnât. Instead, he says:
Frodo: Go! And if you ever lay hands on me again, you yourself shall be cast into the Fire!
Frodoâs not just talking shit here. He is literally, magically laying a curse. Heâs holding the One Ring in his hands as he says it; even Sam, with no magic powers of his own, can sense that some powerful mojo is being laid down. Frodo put a curse on Gollum: if you try to take the Ring again, youâll be cast into the Fire.
Five pages later, Gollum tries to take the Ring again. And thatâs exactly what happens. Frodoâs geas takes effect and Gollum eats lava.
On further reflection:
All the other people in the franchise who were offered the Ring declined to take it because they were wise enough to know that if they used its power â and the pressure to do so would be too great â they would be subject to its corruption.
Frodo uses the power of the Ring to lay a geas, and then five minutes later at the volcanoâs edge, succumbs to its corruption. The Ring has gotten to him and he can no longer give it up. Because he used its power.
On further further reflection: Iâd have to read the section again, but I recall that after throwing Gollum off and laying the geas, Sam observes that Frodo seems suddenly filled with energy again when previously he had been close to dead of fatigue. He hikes up the mountain so fast he leaves Sam behind â and doesnât even seem to notice that heâs left him behind.Â
Could he have been drawing on the Ringâs power at this point in the story? At this point in the story weâre relying on Samâs narration, and Sam doesnât know whatâs going on in Frodoâs head, so itâs hard to say for sure. Having used it once, after spending so long holding out against it, was that the breach in the dam?
Which means that the moment that Frodo succumbs to temptation is not the moment at the volcano â it was already too late by then. The moment he is taken by temptation was when he used the power of the Ring to repel Gollum.
If so, this ties in neatly with discussions Iâve seen about how Tolkien subscribes to a ânot even onceâ view of good and evil â that in many other works itâs acceptable to do a small evil in service of a greater good, but in Lord of the Rings that always fails.
Re-reading Fellowship of the Rings, and I got to this passage in Lorien:
âI would ask one thing before we go,â said Frodo, âa thing which I often meant to ask Gandalf in Rivendell. I am permitted to wear the One Ring: why cannot I see all the others and know the thoughts of those that wear them?â
âYou have not tried,â [Galadriel] said. âOnly thrice have you set the Ring upon your finger since you knew what you possessed. Do not try! It would destroy you. Did not Gandalf tell you that the rings give power according to the measure of each possessor? Before you could use that power you would need to become stronger, and to train your will to the domination of others.â
In other words:
Frodo asks Galadriel, herself carrying a Ring of Power, âCould I, hypothetically, use the power of the One Ring to do something magical aside from turning invisible?â and Galadriel replies, âYes, hypothetically, you totally could, assuming the magic you want to do involves laying compulsions on others, but I strongly recommend against it, because it would fuck up your brain.â
This was in the first book. At the end of the third book Frodo uses the Ring to fuck Gollum up, forcing him to throw himself into lava if he disobeys Frodoâs commands.
Talk about a chekovâs gun.
Got to this point in my re-read and uh. This was a lot less subtle than I remembered it.
âDown, down!â [Frodo] gasped, clutching his hand to his breast, so that beneath the cover of his leather shirt he clasped the Ring. âDown, you creeping thing, and out of my path! Your time is at an end. You cannot slay me or betray me now.â
Then suddenly, Sam saw these two rivals with other vision. A crouching shape, scarcely more than the shadow of a living thing, a creature now wholly ruined and defeated, yet filled with a hideous lust and rage; and before it stood stern, untouchable now by pity, a figure robed in white, but at its breast it held a wheel of fire. Out of the fire there spoke a commanding voice.
âBegone, and trouble me no more! If you touch me ever again, you shall be cast yourself into the Fire of Doom.â
Then the vision passed and Sam saw Frodo standing, hand on breast, his breath coming in great gasps, and Gollum at his feet, resting on his knees with his wide-splayed hands upon the ground.
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Yeah.
Interestingly, I feel that there is another layer to this, and that is Frodoâs mercy (mirroring âthe pity of Bilboâ which Gandalf said would prove significant) at play, tangled up in his use of the Ring and the chain of events that would play out.
Frodo is sparing Gollumâs life here, and shaping that into his curse. He is only cursing Gollumâcan only curse Gollumâas an effect of this mercy; if Gollum were dead, he could not be cursed by Frodo or the Ring; his survival makes the curse possible and serves as payment for the curse: they are in effect making a bargain here, wherein Golllumâs life and his sentence of dying in the Fires of Doom should he take the Ring again are as one, a package deal, which Gollum âacceptsâ by retreating with his life.
Then, once Frodo comes to Mount Doom, he cannot cast the ring into the fires; the Ring has him in thrall, since he has used it. Now into the picture again comes Gollum, whose greed for the Ring has surpassed his love of his own lifeâeven having been cursed with death should he touch it again, he craves it and demands it for himself, taking it from Frodo by force.
Thus we see the Ringâs power divided against itselfâit has defeated both Frodo and Gollum, and its defeat of Gollum inspires Gollum to fight Frodo for it, invoking the curse. And thus Sauron, who has it, now, by virtue of both its erstwhile Bearers falling under its (and therefore its Lordâs) sway, is cheated out of it by the effects of Frodoâs act of mercy.
Frodo spared Gollum, and used the Ringâs power to set a curse, and when Frodo faltered, it was Gollum whom he spared who took the Ring from him and invoked that curse, falling into the Fires of Doom and, due to the same greed that defeated Frodo, taking the Ring with him.
If there had been no sparing Gollum, there would have been no curse, and Frodo would have had the task Isildur failed atâdestroying the (beautiful, useful, lovely ring)âset before him alone, and he may have succeeded, or he may have failed, or he may have tarried too long in the struggle for Sauronâs destruction to come in a timely fashion, or the resolution and the Ringâs destruction may have hurt him far beyond the loss of a finger.
Instead, there was Gollum, in thrall to Sauron yet doomed by Frodo, to take from Frodo both the Ring and the burden of destroying it. Frodo, in his mercy-tinged use of the Ring, effectively shifted the impetus behind the Ringâs destruction from himself to the doom laid on Gollumâand Sauronâs hold over Gollum made it a near certainty that the doom would come to pass: Gollum would die, and not surrender the Ring, and thus the Ring would fall with him into the fires of Mount Doom.
And Frodo ⊠like Indiana Jones in the Chapel of the Holy Grail, could avoid falling himself by either a willingness to let go, or the presence of a loved one to hold him back. Or, yâknow, Gollum deciding to bite rather than just grab. A few more options here.
This really hearkens back to old Celtic mythological geasa, and how so often someone dies because of a forced contradiction of a geasâ rules. A geas essentially allows for an easy setup of a no-win situation.
The warrior-poet-king CĂș Chulainn was, eventually, brought down because he was bound by a geas. His geas was to never eat the flesh of a dog (I believe by Culann, but Iâm not sure on that). Well, he got served some dog stew. He couldnât eat it, because it was dog. But he couldnât not eat it, because that would be extremely rude, according to cultural custom at the time - a custom so strong, it might as well have been a geas on its own. Either way, he was breaking a geasâ rules, and this magically weakens him before an upcoming battle. He - and his charioteer and horse - are slain
So, yeah, this all tracks with how geasa work. Gollum had such a strong desire for the ring that he, quite literally, had no choice but to attack Frodo for it. But, in doing so, he contradicts the geas Frodo laid upon him, and so falls.
Just came across this while reading The Two Towers:
[Frodo to Gollum]: ââI did not mean the danger that we all share,â said Frodo. âI mean a danger to yourself alone. You swore a promise by what you call the Precious. Remember that! It will hold you to it; but it will seek a way to twist it to your own undoing. Already you are being twisted. You revealed yourself to me just now, foolishly. Give it back to Smeagol you said. Do not say that again! Do not let that thought grow in you! You will never get it back. But the desire of it may betray you to a bitter end. You will never get it back. In the last need, Smeagol, I should put on the Precious; and the Precious mastered you long ago. If I, wearing it, were to command you, you would obey, even if it were to leap from a precipice or to cast yourself into the fire. And such would be my command. So have a care, Smeagol!ââ

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Gold, Silver, and Bronze!đ„đ„đ„
Now as sisters and with a complex sibling dynamic.
did you know 24k gold is so soft you can scratch it with a fingernail? Because bronze knows
The drama! The skill! The cinematography! It's ART! IT'S ALL ART!!