listen i might be drunk but im right. art & literature & nature & music make life worth living. people who look like they were ripped out of a caravaggio painting make life worth living. go organize a bacchanal in the woods. take pics of your lover in your hotel room in venice. who cares if there’s a void in your soul. who cares if you can’t get attached to anyone. neither can michelangelo’s david.
So there was this archeological dig under the city of Bergen in Norway which uncovered several hundred wooden sticks inscribed with Norse runes. What’s so particularly cool about this find is that wood doesn’t usually preserve very well in the archeological record, because it, you know, decomposes, so prior to this find, most of the runic inscriptions that we had were Very Important Things carved on stone and we didn’t really know if runes were used for things that weren’t important enough for a fancy stone carving. Turns out they were.
Here are a few of my favorite runesticks from Bergen. There’s the large number of sticks that are just nametags, which say things like “Johan owns me.” There are the sticks that seem to be from people learning to write, which include several runic alphabets and a particularly cute one that’s someone’s name, some numbers, and the days of the week. There’s the horny on main sticks, notably “kiss me, my love” and “the pussy’s lovely, I hope a dick fills it up.” And there’s my particular favorite, which says “Gyda says come home now.” Feel free to invent whatever context you want for that one.
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You know, I’ve always kinda assumed it was more of a “dude you’ve been at the bar all night get your ass home before Gyda comes down here herself and drags you out by your collar” type thing, but your theory works too.
When historian Peter Boag studied the real American West, he found hundreds of people lived as the opposite gender from the one they were assigned at birth—and that’s just counting the people whose stories were reported in newspapers.
It occurs to me Dave Foley and Kevin McDonald, in their Kids In the Hall
days, really seemed to enjoy playing inept vaudeville/cabaret artists:
McGillicutty and Greene, the Sizzler Sisters, the performers in “I Can’t Play
the Piano;” even Sir Simon Milligan and Manservant Hecubus, in one of their
early appearances, are the world’s worst hypnotism act.
Keep this post alive so that when CARLOS is old enough he’ll know these KIDNAPPERS stole him from his MOTHER!
Guatemalan mom: “Please help me my son was taken from me”
Those two assholes: “Lol finders keepers bitch lmao”
Carlos was taken from his mom, Encarnacion Bail Romero after she was arrested during a work raid. Her words, “Nobody could help me because I don’t speak English,” are still resonating deeply within me. This child was kidnapped from a loving mother, and she went to hell and backwards trying to get him back, and a judge literally told her she had no rights to her own child.
Completely unfit parents can get their children back like it’s nothing and this poor woman who loves her child and just wants him with her again cannot? How is this not human trafficking/kidnapping?
Also:
The judge said the biological mother had no rights to even see her child, according to the mother’s lawyer.
Asked if the Mosers would allow Bail Romero to see the child, the Mosers’ attorney, Joseph Hensley, said the couple was “not willing to comment on that at this time.” source
reminder that many children are funneled specifically to Christian families and communities for the same reasons they always have: destroy culture, stack votes, add bodies to communities that otherwise wouldn’t hold majorities. it is literal, actual trafficking.
This is a part of genocide. Removing the children from their parents, who generally desperately love and want to raise them, and placing them with white American families is a way to erase their culture from existence without the ugliness of directly killing children. But it’s still ugly, and it cares nothing for the actual welfare of the child.
A Beauty and the Beast AU where Belle realizing she loves Beast isn’t at some dramatic climactic event but during some randome everyday moment. Like, she’s filing her nails and just kinda glances up at him and he’s like doing something just as dull and it just kinda dawns on her that she loves him but she doesn’t voice it cause she isn’t exactly ready to confront thoes emotions and what they mean so she goes back to filing her nails but then is starts raining glitter and Beast is defying gravity in a glowing ball of light and the castle is changing back and everyone becomes human again. Then everyone is left in silent moment of shock and confusion and Belle, being completely unaware of what it takes to break the curse, is just staring around in horror while everyone freshly humanized comes running into whatever room she and Beast were in (probably the library) expecting to see something other than human Beast in a heap on the ground and Belle across the room in a chair frozen in shock and confusion and everyone just kinda looks at each other for a couple of seconds not realy sure what to say cause nobody is entirely sure what happened other than the curse was broken. Then Beast finaly gets up and looks around and realizes what this means and looks at Belle and is just like “you love me?” And Belle is just like “wat?”
ALTERNATELY: Belle falls in love slowly. As a result, Beast turns back into a human slowly. She overhears him singing in the shower (it’s amazing how old pipes echo) and realizes it’s that song she was trying to teach herself on the piano (okay, that the piano was teaching her). It’s sweet and mundane, and lovely. Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Beast is humming nervously as he looks at the fur clogging the drain. He thought at least he’d be free of male pattern balding since he’s cursed! Later, Belle gets a cold, and Beast brings her soup and sandwiches, and she curses at him because how dare he have such a hearty immune system, and he chuckles and leaves it. After he’s gone, she notices he cut the grilled cheese on the diagonal, crusts off, exactly right. Beast, downstairs, trips and falls, because the sudden lack of toe-claws threw off his balance.
And so on and so forth, so slowly she doesn’t really see it, she just assumes her memories were colored by her fear. Until one day, as he goes out to tend his roses, she yells “Bye, love you!” and when he comes back in, all excited, she nearly beans him with an encyclopedia, because “WHAT THE FUCK, WHO ARE YOU?” and Beast is just “You seriously didn’t notice me turning back into a human? You are so smart… and SO DUMB, I BEEN NEARLY DYING EVERY TIME, WHY DO I LOVE YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL DISASTER WOMAN!”
copperbadge: I do kind of want to write a fic now where Tony is trying to explain stock options to Clint. copperbadge: “Take me through it one more time.“ "Clint it’s so simple." "Your stock is IMAGINARY.” “All stock is imaginary!” scifigrl47: “WHY ARE YOU PAYING MONEY FOR IMAGINARY THINGS?” copperbadge: “People pay ME money for imaginary things!" "You are a con man." "I AM A TITAN OF INDUSTRY!” scifigrl47: “A conman with a COLLEGE DEGREE.” copperbadge: “Does Pepper know your company is based on a lie?" "Pepper owns 24% of the lie!" copperbadge: Meanwhile, Steve is like "THIS! THIS is why half the country was unemployed when I was a child!"
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