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okay but for sure baby shane on his first hockey team got to play on the ice during an intermission at a centaurs game in the 90s. he scored a goal and did a cute little celebration jump (and immediately lost his balance and fell on his butt). harris pulls the clip from somewhere deep in the centaurs archive. he makes an insta post after shane's first game with the cens and includes the video with a caption about tonight being shane hollander's second ever centaurs goal.
ilya just barely manages to keep himself from sobbing in delight at the video.
i mean, if you’d like, he can get super flustered about it and try to pretend he doesn’t, or he can have a huge guilt complex about his desires seemingly being at odds with his own ideal version of himself and how much he loves his partner, but at the end of the day, he’s still got one hand over his mouth to muffle his own whining as he thinks about having them in tears and begging for him to stop. true about all characters who are pure of heart, they told me so themselves
Anyway, my biggest tip for getting into fandom is to engage. Send asks. Share your creations. Do the tag game even if you haven’t been tagged. Talk to people on their posts. Ask for people to follow who like x things. All difficult things for the socially anxious, I know, but it gets better with practice, I swear 🫶
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My uncle is really into warhammer and would win every miniature painting competition he was in. I have not very steady hands and he saw me messing up my nail polish for prom. He sat with me and carefully painted my nails and that moment meant so much to me all these years later.
Having seen some births now i can say that dog birth is amazing cos they just slip n slide out one after the other like a little conveyor belt. And theyre so little and unformed. And then UNGULATE BIRTHS ... are amazing for the opposite reason which is that 10mins after being born they are filing their taxes. Unless they are goats, in which case they are committing tax fraud instead
Goats are what is called a precocial species, which means that shortly after birth they are able to do many thimgs on their own, such as standing, walking, eating, and embezzlement
Yet another new study debunked the basis for the anti-trans sports bans. It was never about sports but for creating legal avenues for exclusion and abjection. This is one of the largest analyses ever conducted, involving 52 studies and 6,485 trans people. Read the study here.
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Question; does kanna exist in the atla gods au? If she does, is she a southern god or northern?(Btw love your art and worldbuilding around everything 💕 ❤️)
She does! She's the goddess of meals and weaving.
She's considered to be very important in both of the water tribes.
Pakku is the god of Order. It's a well-known myth in the Northern Water Tribe that Pakku attempted to pressure Kanna into marrying him, hundreds of years ago.
When she left, the Northern tribe suffered through a decade-long famine. It's said that the famine only ended when Pakku traveled down from the North pole to the South, all alone on a tiny ship, to apologize for mistreating her. Kanna accepted his apology, but told him to leave the South pole and to never return.
Because of this myth, the Northern Water Tribe have a healthy fear of Kanna, afraid to upset her and start up a new famine. The Southern Water Tribe worship Kanna as if she were always from their tribe-- there's no fear in that relationship, only reverence towards the one that gives them the ability to stay healthy and warm with food and clothing.
There was a quiet understanding between the women of the Northern Lands: the one named Kanna will change the world.
The first signs of her true nature appeared through her meals, simple recipes that always yielded satiated stomachs and rejuvenated souls.
In fact, one myth among the many under Kanna's name, speak of the goddess sharing a meal with an ill and weary fisherman. He had warned her to stay away, worried he would pass the sickness on to her. But she did not heed his words. Instead, she sat next to his cot, and fed him with all the love a daughter would have for her father.
The next morning, he disappeared.
Unbeknownst to everyone but Kanna, the fisherman had dashed off to sea, using his restored vitality to set sail into the frigid waters once more. When he came back with his catch of the day, people were awestruck. Such was the miracle of Kanna that no one had thought possible.
Since then, mealmaking became an art form, and the goddess did indeed take on apprentices to carry on her techniques. Under her watchful gaze, they threw together exquisite feasts. However, they could never quite fully recreate the effects their instructor's cooking had on others.
"Eat from Kanna's hands," one student affirmed reverentially, "and you will never ask for seconds."
Next, came her garments, an ensemble of animal furs and hide that were skillfully tailored to last generations. These were the true treasures of the Northern Lands, for tribesmen far and wide could recognize within them a remarkable warmth and durability no other coat could provide.
But they soon became a source of great envy for hunters.
Many laid their bounties before Kanna, willing to go any lengths to wear a garment made by the goddess's hand. She had relented the first few times, for it was customary to bring materials to a craftsmaker. But as time passed, this practice of "bounty" began to encourage unnecessary slaughter and in-fighting, harming the order of the natural world. She soon closed her doors to the undeserving.
The people of the Southern Lands theorize this event foretold the beginning of the Rift.
To his credit, Pakku reacted to the destabilization of his domain with more grace and self-restraint than other gods. He believed order required control and discipline. Were he to violate these terms himself, he would never be able to enforce order in the world. However, the methodology he resorted to was still... far from favorable.
By now, Kanna had refused his marriage proposal two times. It was already two times too many. For her, in being asked. For him, for having to.
Pakku didn't understand. Order in the Northern Lands was quickly disassembling itself under Kanna's influence. Couldn't she see that? If she simply joined forces with him, the mortals would not dare to defy her, because they would not dare to defy him. She needs him, that much was obvious. And, better yet, he could use their marriage to model what a world founded on structure and obedience would look like!
After all, the mortals don't know any better. But they do.
Kanna disagreed. Humans can be rather stubborn, but they can also adapt under the right circumstances. Their survival here is a testament to that adaptability. If their civilization must reshape to accommodate the truth that not everyone will be deigned with her blessings, then so be it. There was a necessary lesson to be learned when someone says no. A lesson that apparently the God of Order himself had missed in his upbringing among mortals. But still, there is always a chance for redemption... if one assumes accountability.
"What is there for me or the mortals to be accountable for?" he laughed derisively, "You were the one who decided to share your gifts with them. Such wonderful gifts, that they inspired a civilization to tear itself apart. If you had stood aside, like the women of these lands, none of this would have happened."
Kanna's face slacked at the god's outburst. Meanwhile, he nonchalantly raised a bowl of soup to his lips.
"Really, Kanna, I thought you would have understood, but I realize now you are too busy playing 'mortals' to see the bigger picture."
Oh. Oh. So that was where he stood on the matter. Very well.
Pakku grimaced, startled by the sudden coldness of the broth. He leveled his eyes on the goddess sitting before him, her own full bowl left unattended. It was a bad omen, among mortals, for the goddess of meals to not share a meal with you. It meant she would withdraw her care.
Well then, he did not care either. No amount of soup was ever going to triumph over something as important as maintaining order.
That was the last time they talked to each other in the Northern Lands.
For the next few months, Kanna began making mysterious trips outside of the village, taking her weaving materials with her. No one knew where she went and what she did there. Even expert hunting trackers failed to follow her, consistently overtaken by a field of mist and fog that shrouded her from their prying eyes.
The destination itself was a remote cave outlooking the shores. In it, a thousand empty baskets, woven by hand. Some to carry food, others to carry supplies and belongings.
Kanna resolved to take with her whoever was willing to go: her mealmaking apprentices, the families who wore her garments. Anyone who felt stifled and unsafe under the new "order" that had arranged itself. She had seen the way they were harassed and ousted from their homes. Yes, she would take them somewhere far away.
By the time Pakku noticed the cracks growing in the ice, it was too late. Kanna was already sailing into the light of daybreak with her people. And, as he watched her silhouette grow smaller, a hazy outline of an ancient who firmly stood on the precipice of reality and its unmaking, he heard a voice:
"I make sure my people have what they truly need. Will you be able to say the same?"
and annotate them with who is in the photos and when and where the photos were taken!!! your extended family 50 years from now will be grateful, and so will you if you end up forgetting any details
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and you know what? i am REALLY sick of these ads that are openly mocking people for being concerned about the products they’re selling.
Amazon’s super bowl ad where the Alexa mocks Chris Hemsworth for being worried about giving spy software control over his entire life. Waymo’s ad with the intro “the robots are coming!” mocking people who are rightfully extremely concerned about sharing the road with, or riding in, self-driving cars.
i don’t know, it’s just genuinely insane to me. “Oh, you have legitimate concerns about our shitty product? sounds like you’re just lame!!!” like what kind of “quiet part out loud” marketing is that?
so this post blew the hell up — which is i’m sure a sign that things are very normal and fine and none of us are remotely frustrated by this kind of thing — but it’s given me time to think about how to articulate the SECOND thing that pisses me off about these ads, which is that they don’t even bother to address the concerns.
i feel like any normal ad would go, for example, “i know you’ve heard that this shaving cream might give you cancer. but it doesn’t! and also it smells nice!”
but THESE ads mock you, and then go “anyway, your concerns are invalid because our self-driving cars that run over children at crosswalks have heated seats!”
it reminds me, in a much less comical way, of that scene from Emperors New Groove when the angel and devil on Kronk’s shoulders are having a debate, and the devil goes “don’t listen to that guy, because look what i can do” and then does a handstand. Only these are real-life commercials. That they expect you to take seriously.
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