you ever get so inspired by a clothing line that you draw three posters in three hours? yeah me too.

hey @markiplier I adore all of the pieces in this, you did an amazing job!!

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Here’s Rebel telling the story 😊

I have read (and see) something about Hades and Persephone having chickens in the underworld, but this is really a fact or is something invent?

Chickens were indeed sacred to Hades and Persephone and an example of this are the  terracotta votive tablets from Locri -the ones of the pictures-. There are some books about this subject like Iconography of Religions by Bianchi or Locrian Maidens by Redfield.

The cock/chicken “became the chthonic bird, and was used on tombs, as emblematic of the hope of a reawakening to life”. (Peters) and it is also refered as “an infernal animal of passage” by Bernabe in his book Instructions for the Netherworld: the orphic gold tablets.He also says: ”Cocks allude to the world of the afterlife: as intermediaries between the soul and the Beyond, they intercede between the world of the dead and that of the living”.

Remember Persephone was the goddess of renewal, so at least in Locri, the cock was an usual attribute of her. And in other cultures cocks-chickens were seen as animals related to renewal and life (eggs have that symbolism tooo).

:D so. chickens for Hades and Persephone all the way.

(sources 1 - 2 - 3)

I KNEW chickens were sacred, I just didn’t know to whom

“Why did the chicken cross the road?”

“To intercede between the world of the living and that of the dead, as intermediaries between the soul and Beyond.”

“You mean…to get to the Other Side?”

“….yes.”

That’s it

You win

Always remember that scientists and government organizations have spent hundreds of billions of dollars in the past fifty years trying to prove that healthy, sustainable weight loss is possible. Throw that much money at something and virtually anything is possible.

Yet the best “solution” they have come up with after all that time and money and effort is a dangerous surgery where they induce starvation and malnourishment by mutilating an essential digestive organ. And after all of that, people still regain the weight they lose.

If there was truly a way to safely and sustainably lose weight by just manipulating what you eat or how much you exercise, we’d all know about it by now. This is not one of those cases of “Oh, they just haven’t discovered it yet!! Science will get there eventually!”

Scientists have in fact discovered the truth of the unsustainability of intentional weight loss over and over and over again. People just don’t want to listen.

Forget the question of...

"is Azula truly evil?"

"Is she sympathetic?"

And focus on...

"is she compelling?"

"Is she well-written?"

ATLA headwriter guild for writing characters.

look at me

I wrote edelclaude and it was initially supposed to be cute but…. um. Anyways, I guess a lot of edelclaude and dimiclaude fics include claude just becoming cool with a lot of stuff very quickly and I just think I wanna see that sweet conflict. So.

VW run but with established edelclaude. Right after the holy tomb.

Might do a series of oneshots depending on how this one does. I love these two idiots.

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I am mere centimeters away from writing a full on essay about how the “goblins are inherently antisemitic” myth spawned by this website propagates misinformation, displays a huge misunderstanding of what folklore is and does, and contributes to an environment that distracts people from how antisemitism actually operates and the ways in which it’s dangerously on the rise in our current climate–something which, surprise surprise, has almost nothing to do with little green fairy men

There are antisemitic iterations of the goblin! There are also antisemitic iterations of basically everything in European folklore, because if there was one thing people in Europe loved it was hating Jews! But those aren’t definitive and the problem there didn’t originate with the invention of the goblin–which was an evolution of other existing fairy myths, overlaps with them, and isn’t nearly as distinct, differentiated, or universally codified as people seem to think. It originated with people hating Jews, and using pre-existing stories and myths to express that hatred. Most of the time, though, they just wrote about Jews, because they didn’t need a secret magical creature code to be terrible to us. They could just do that! The way that people on this website are obsessed with a single, “original” version of a story, which can then be deemed morally acceptable or unacceptable, goes fundamentally against the way folklore is created, propagated, modified, and used to fit different locations at different times. There isn’t a single “problematic” goblin canon you can point to! They aren’t defined that simply! And no, A Certain Popular Fantasy Series doesn’t count! By focusing on the goblin as the problematic thing, and not the stories about Jews that the antisemitic goblin myths–which are rarer than people seem to think–draw off of, the Discourse™ focuses on a single pass/fail signifier of wokeness instead of actually educating people on the complex narratives that have built different iterations of antisemitism over the centuries. It is also, and I cannot stress this enough, not how folklore works. Learn about blood libel, learn about the myth of the Protocols, learn about how antisemitism uses Jews as the powerful other to justify other forms of prejudice and oppression, and don’t write stories about money-obsessed people with hooked noses. Goblins themselves don’t factor into that as anything other than a footnote.   

the Discourse™ focuses on a single pass/fail signifier of wokeness instead of actually educating people on complex narratives

It was a gentle tap on the door frame that made Grant jump a little in his seat. When his eyes searched for the source of the sound he found his gaze immediately monopolized by the ghastly glare of a white-ish iris.

Norman twitched his finger towards himself a couple of times, signaling the accountant to follow him with a small, vague smirk.

Grant obliged.

Their fast yet silent steps rose all the way up the building until they were drowned by the heavy murmurs of the orchestra room as they climbed, unnoticed, the stairs leading up to Norman’s elevated booth, from which they could observe everything and everyone.

The accountant quirked an eyebrow.

What’s the matter?

The projectionist’s sly grin didn’t falter.

You’ll see soon enough.

There was a slam strong enough for the drum player to nearly fall over, and Sammy marched into the room looking positively wrathful. He slapped a bunch of paper on his music stand, yelled something too garbled to be understood by non musical folks and grabbed his baton so hard it seemed about to snap in two.

His arm raised, and when it fell the brass section cried out a loud succession of furious notes.

Then the orchestra followed.

Grant had never, ever seen such a spectacle. His eyes were a pair of tea saucers behind is small round glasses as he beheld Samuel Lawrence directing the band with motions that would have been much more fitting of a person suffering from the possession of a multitude of horrendous demons who enjoy arguing with one another too much than of an angry musician.

The music was fast-paced, frenzy, and mad as all hell, and Grant had to hold onto both the balustrade and his kippah or he was sure the notes would have blown him away. The baton harshly swung from left to right and right to left, up, down, up, down, up, down.

He found himself more entartained than he’d ever been.

Someone chose a horrible moment to get in - the accountant couldn’t see who it was, as Sammy lost no time and threw the baton at the intruder, who immediately retreated in understandable terror as the music director yelled: “GET THE FUCK OUT, WE’RE PLAYING A RAGTIME!” before resuming his job, his hand cutting the air without mercy.

It took four minutes for the song to end with an explosion of brass.

Sammy inhaled deeply, readjusted his hair as best as he could.

And with a gesture, he told the band to get the actual music sheet they were supposed to be playing.

Up in the projection booth, Grant turned to Norman. The older man was smiling wide, his deep wrinkles cutting shadows into his aging face.

So?

The accountant smiled back, almost a little breathless.

That was something, alright!

[This fanfic features married Hubert well after the war has ended, so he’s softer than he is in canon, but also more haunted now that he doesn’t have a war or four to distract him from repressed trauma.]

bruh

everything about this… this statue, the choppy waves, the cliffs behind her, the echo, the drumming….. aesthetic

Lyrics in Faroese:

Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg Galdramaður festi meg festi meg Trøllabundin djúpt í míni sál í míni sál Í hjartanum logar brennandi bál brennandi bál

Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg Galdramaður festi meg festi meg Trøllabundin inn í hjartarót í hjartarót Eyga mítt festist har ið galdramaður stóð

English translation:

Spellbound am I, am I The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me Spellbound deep in my soul, in my soul In my heart burns a smouldering fire, smouldering fire

Spellbound am I, am I The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me Spellbound in my heart’s root, my heart’s root

WHO IS THIS FAIRY

That’s Eivør, a truly amazing Faroese singer. She has the most amazing range and vocal abilities that frankly make my hair stand on end.

Took a while for this to come back around, but it’s too beautiful not to share again.

Diver convince octopus to trade his plastic cup for a seashell

imagine if a fuckin……. giant alien just showed up and stuck a huge hand in front of your face and then proceeded to offer you three different houses and wouldn’t stop until you moved out of your old shitty apartment and then helped you fuckin move

and then just left

hey hey let's stop equating fatness with capitalist greed!!

it's not only a useless metaphor since the rich tend to go to great lengths to be thin - it also spreads the disinformation that fatness is caused by overconsumption, rather than genetics + a million other environmental factors, just like any other body size.

love, your local starving homeless fatass

#goals. I too want to be strong like bitch who fights bears in the forest!

she has her priorities straight

none of us are after that

Yoo I’ve been looking for this

Ah yes my role model

The Jesuit Library in Maria Laach Abbey near Andernach, Germany

But on the topic of Dimitri getting to remain morally pure while still benefitting from other characters’ actions, Claude? Just handing Dimitri the reins of the Alliance? Because Dimitri came to help him in the fight against the Empire?

Claude taking off to Almyra after being defeated would be one thing. It makes sense when he does it in CF. The Alliance is conquered so he leaves to ensure stability for the new leader.

But the Alliance isn’t conquered in AM. That’s the whole point of Dimitri coming to help. To stop the invasion! Why stop one invasion just to agree to a different one?

The logical course of action here would be for Claude to ally with Dimitri so their nations can both maintain independence. But the writers wanted a United Fodlan in every route. They wanted Claude out of the picture one way or the other.

So it means that Dimitri gets the benefit of conquering the Alliance without the moral stain of having conquered Alliance. He gets to be the Good and Pure Reluctant Leader while benefitting from the same imperialist themes that run through the whole game.