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Help me give my students clean, organized, well-equipped tables so we can focus on learning! Materials like table covers, real dictionaries,
If people could reblog this post so I can get real dictionaries for my students (and fix the holes in the classroom tables), I'd be extremely grateful.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/8 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling, Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman), Matthew the Raven, Other(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Lucid Dreaming, Dreamsharing, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Needs A Hug Summary:
The man is not approximate as dream figures often are. He stands at the railing where the pink river slides beneath, dressed in black from collar to boot, dark hair mussed by a wind Hob canât feel, and every detail of him holds. Holds under a second look, and a third, and nothing ever does, and something at the very back of Hobâs mind lights up in recognition.
Hob stops walking.
The man at the railing doesnât move. He is watching the pink water with a frown, as though it personally offends him, and he is detailed. Thatâs the word that arrives first, before any of the others, before pale and dark and sharp. Detailed, and rendered. Familiar.
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Or, there is a stranger in Hobâs dream, and Hob could swear heâs seen him before.
the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive
Movie about a depressed and rather morbid autistic man planning to commit suicide and picking up a number of odd jobs in an effort to raise enough money to meticulously plan and prepay for his funeral so his mother doesnât have to worry about it after he is gone. He begins to connect with people and enjoy life for the first time while working part time as a greeter in the funeral home, helping an eccentric old lady organize her basement, walking 7 dogs and maintaining a feral cat colony for a guy with a broken foot, playing a number of bit parts in local ads and stocking the shelves at the convenience store at night. In the end, he has befriended many of his neighbors and he decides he does not want to die and goes back to school to become a funeral director instead.
He is popular at his funeral home gig because he keeps accidentally saying things that are very reassuring and death positive. Because he wants to die. He eventually donates his funeral fund to the old ladyâs granddaughter after her sudden death so she does not have to sell her grandmotherâs prized possessions to pay for her funeral.
The old lady gifts him one of her ceramic cats at the beginning of the film which he reluctantly accepts out of politeness. Near the end of the film, he adopts a friendly cat from the cat colony that looks remarkably like the ceramic cat and names it after her, signaling his commitment to surviving and caring for his cat the way the old woman lived for her ceramic collection.
Maybe it's naive of me, but whenever I see portraits like this, with just a father and daughter, it restores my faith in humanity a little. Because people seem to love this idea that fathers never loved their daughters in the past and only saw them as bargaining chips for marriage or whatever, but look at the guy in the first portrait on the left, he loves that little girl! And the dad trying to do his work while his daughter bothers him with an Old Timey Barbie. The man teaching his daughter geography, his expression is so soft! The way the man in the last portrait holds the little girl's hand! And none of these are incidental, these aren't photographs, someone (probably the father) paid good money and sat down for hours so that they could have a painting of themselves and their daughter. Probably because they loved their daughter.
From left to right: 1795 MichaĹ Jerzy Mniszech with his daughter ElĹźbieta - Marcello Bacciarelli; Christopher Anstey and his daughter Mary Ann by William Hoare 1776; A Musician and His Daughter by Thomas de Keyser 1629; The Geography Lesson (Portrait of Monsieur G. and His Daughter), 1812; Jean-baptiste Isabey And His Daughter; Portrait of a Young Girl and Older Man by William Harrison Scarborough
(this is probably somewhat related to my other favourite genre of painting, Husband With Multiple Kids Making Come Hither Eyes At His Wife)
oh I love those! People being people is one of my favourite kinds of paintings and an important reminder that people in past times were not all that different. There were dads who loved their daughters fiercely. There were fathers who happily looked after their babies too. The German reformer Philip Melanchton for example had a cradle in his office. His wife was busy organising a household for 20 people- she was out and about, he mostly worked in his office, it made sense for him to look after their babies too babies while she dropped by at snack time.
in fact often if it was kind of safe dads had the babies in their workshops for just that reason as we can see in these paintings:
The left is âthe busy fatherâ by Theodore Weber, the right one is âAt the china repairerâs â by Wenzel Tornoe. All dads who are actively involved in childcare and a painter who thought it was a cute topic rather than anything ridiculous.
I raise you:
First Lesson by Akseli Gallen-Kallela (1865 - 1931)
Un Coup De Main (The Helping Hand) by Ămile Renouf (1845 â 1894)
Italian Winegrower And His Daughter by Francesco Baratta (1590-1666)
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i would rather see the information for an event handwritten in sharpie on a paper towel than see another AI generated flyer
Saving this post to show my boss who I told the AI flier makes us look lazy and ignorant, and offered to hand draw one. She still printed tons of ai fliers and I'm tempted to make a better one just because it annoys me so much.
Fun update: event was canceled because literally nobody rsvp'd to the AI flier.
anon in my inbox said fanfic writers who wrote about dark and taboo topics were not âreal writersâ because of what they wrote about.
reblog if you believe anon is wrong and writers are writers, no matter what they write about. no matter how they portray these taboo topics.
reblog if you believe art can be about topics that are controversial, taboo or outright disturbing, and artists who create controversial, taboo or outright disturbing art are as valid as artists who create art of conservative values.
reblog to laugh at anon âĄ
Kafka disagrees with anon and I doubt people don't see Kafka as a real author
i love male birds because they HAVE to serve absolute catastrophic cunt in order to get the females
and all the females look like pocket lint
and then there are birds like the tĹŤÄŤ, in which the females ALSO serve equal amounts of catastrophic cunt. it's like a woman and a man getting married in matching sequin bedazzled suits and silk bowties.
these two are Bird Flirting. they're endemic to aotearoa, polynesia!
This is a reminder for those who handmake Christmas presents that now is not too early to start. It may in fact be a good time to start if you have a lot to make/your craft takes a long time. You should maybe start it now, whether that's brainstorming or actually doing the crafts!
Translating this into tumblr's preferred public service announcement format for this kind of alert:
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always some new bullshit in the ocean
Why is it always orcas or dolphins
Why can't a salmon do some bullshit for once
worry not âď¸ they're doing coke
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if you're having trouble sleeping the best you can do is put a bright object close to your face and look at it for at least 30 minutes. if that doesn't work you can close your eyes but make sure to think really hard about a bunch of bullshit
can anyone on this gay ass website give me an opinion on which translation of the epic of gilgamesh i should read? ive been wanting to read it for ages but theres a number of common translations and i know translations can make or break a story; i dont want to start with the wrong one
I've read a few so I can offer recommendations! I started with the Sandars translation, which is a good starting point but a pretty early translation. Benjamin Foster's translation is one of my favourites, and the version I read (Second Norton Critical Edition) includes some really interesting discussion essays with it. Andrew George's translation received an update a couple of years ago so is up to date with Foster's translation, though I prefer how the language flows in Foster's.
I would also recommend Gilgamesh Retold by Jenny Lewis for a translation with a more modern poetic take.
GILGAMESH TRANSLATION MASTERPOST:
Benjamin Fosterâs Gilgamesh condenses all the different tablets weâve found together to make one cohesive narrative which is way less intimidating and therefore my go-to if you want something that feels cohesive while also sticking very close to the language of the original. 10/10
Andrew George is the most thorough and up-to-date, and sticks as close to the text as you can get. It does, however, separate out all the different tablets, and feels very unedited in its style. Definitely not a âprettyâ version. 10/10 cuz heâs a legend and this is the most definitive scholarly edition but donât start with it.
Maureen Kovacs has a lovely translation with some very interesting footnotes on word choices. Her Ninsun is absolutely incredible and if you want to cry your eyes out over Gilgameshâs fate thatâs the one for you. Itâs one step up from Fosterâs in terms of poetic-ness but still pretty close to the original. 8/10
Sophus Helle is more poetic than Kovacs but BRILLIANT, one of my favourite Enkidus and his Shamhat is wonderful. Top favourite of all time. This is a very good starting point. 9/10
I wouldnât recommend Sandars simply because itâs prose, and also condenses the twelfth tablet into a nice tidy ending that doesnât really work with the Standard Babylonian narrative. 6/10
Lewisâ Gilgamesh Retold is more of a poetic retelling than a translation; itâs beautiful but definitely not a starting point. Sweet and gentle Enkidu though, very charming. 7/10
Stephen Mitchell Iâm not a fan of. He smooths the poem out into something tame and very expected. This is my personal bias but I really dislike his Shamhat. His Enkidu and Gilgamesh are also explicitly more like brothers, which is a valid interpretation but also again not one I lean towards. 5/10
Herbert Masonâs Gilgamesh has some stunning moments in it (Enkidu! They do not know you like I know you!) However it is nowhere near the real text BUT closer than Lewisâ. Changes the ending of the poem so itâs about Gilgamesh mourning Enkidu rather than mourning his own mortality; a much sadder conclusion with less resolution than in the Standard Babylonian. 7/10
BONUS ROUND:
Derek Hinesâ play GILGAMESH is fucking DERANGED guys. Ten Gilgillion out of ten.
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unpopular opinion probably but I actually like that ao3 doesnât let people take back their kudos.
unlike social media platforms (which ao3 is not) where people unlike stuff whenever they think or find out the original postersâ moral compass doesnât perfectly align with their ownâs or whatever, and âlikesâ can be taken back at any time, ao3 treats kudos as something sacred. once you give it, itâs the authorâs to keep forever.
Best part is if someone deletes their account, the kudos remains, and it just gets swapped over to a guest kudos instead. The body is gone but the love remains.
There was an attack on the Berlin Pride parade. A car drove into the crowd. We don't know much yet but one death has been confirmed in the German media.
This is horrifying and a reminder of why we need Pride.
âWe are searching intensively for suspects,â police said.
