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themissinghand · 1 year

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Dr Stone: Young and Free

Requested by: @yumiko0987

Summary: In which Stanley and Xeno meets a Walking Encyclopedia that can stand side-by-side with them. Or a duo becomes a trio, and the puzzle pieces fit together.

Or Stanley falls in deep.

Pairing: Stanley Snyder x Female! Reader!

Note: Takes place in Xeno and Stanley's childhood, way before the petrification happened. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Spoilers for the characters, but no plot. For anime watchers, don't search up Xeno or Stanley if you don't want to be spoiled!

Stanley has always been smart.

Top of the class in both academics and physical capability, he was the perfect kid that everyone praised.

Rather than feeling burdened by his excellence, he was proud of his work and proud of himself for his own accomplishments.

So when the new semester of school came, Stanley continued to work hard as he’d always been.

“I’m handing back the test.”

Everyone always watches the teacher to see who he’s going to return the first test to. After all, the first one to get it back is always the highest scorer.

So of course, Stanley anticipates getting his test back first.

“Xeno.”

Stanley immediately turned around in shock, it was someone he never saw in his class before. For the first time, his name wasn’t called first, and someone else got a higher score than him.

“Stanley.”

When Stanley got his test back, he swore to work harder to be the best once more.

“Xeno.”

Is that guy Einstein? What the hell?!

No matter what Stanley did, Xeno was always one step ahead.

Sure he was superior in gym class (Xeno couldn’t even compare) but was Xeno’s head made of books? How is he able to get a perfect score on every test?

He had to be cheating. There’s no way!

“Xeno and Stanley.”

But Stanley didn’t feel the same satisfaction as before.

Damn!

“Looks like both of us got a perfect score, Stanley. How elegant.” Also, why does he speak like he’s an old man?

Stanley approached Xeno, curiosity burning in his eyes.

"Hey, Xeno," he started, standing before him, "How do you do it? How do you know so much about everything?"

Xeno blinked then smiled, recognizing Stanley's genuine curiosity.

"I've always had an insatiable thirst for knowledge," he confessed, and Stanley’s already wondering what ‘insatiable’ means.

"But for me, it's about understanding the world around us. There’s so many unsolved mysteries and things that we as humans don’t understand. I just want to explore it all…isn’t it exciting? To find the answers to the questions that even scientists can’t solve?"

That when Stanley realized that Xeno wasn’t someone like him, no, he was much better than Stanley. Xeno was looking far far into the future, somewhere that Stanley cannot even imagine.

It’s childish and stupid now that Stanley thought of it, while he was competing with Xeno, Xeno had much bigger plans.

Ha. Stanley couldn’t help but admit it, Xeno is smart, much smarter than he will ever be.

Even so, Stanley couldn’t help but stick to him because he was curious to see where Xeno is going to be in the future, and he wanted to be beside him to see it.

“Stanley, look!”

“Run you idiot!” Stanley had to pull Xeno out from the explosives’ range not once, but three times.

“How elegant, if only we could use the lab…”

“Come on, let’s break in.” Stanley suggests, and although they were caught in the end, it was most definitely worth it seeing the science teacher get dosed with eggs and vinegar.

Days become weeks and weeks become years. Now both were in their high school years where they truly became inseparable.

While Xeno remained at the top of every class, Stanley still had him beat in any physical activity. They never felt jealous of the other (okay, sometimes), but they worked as a duo for everything, from experiments to learning about the unknown, and to pranking others for revenge. It was a great time.

One day, a foreign student joined the class in the middle of a semester.

“Hello, my name is (Y/N), and I hope to get along with everyone.”

(Y/N) definitely stood out with her foreign looks and her Japanese background. Despite her differences, she easily fit in with everyone, in fact, she was captivating the entire school with her intelligence and charm.

Not only was she hard working, kind, and social, she had no issues in trying out new things, or even introducing her culture to them.

As well, for the first time, another person stood side by side with Xeno in the STEM competition.

“How elegant. It’s a pleasure to another smart and curious individual, (Y/N).” She smiled and shook the extended hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine Dr. Xeno.” She jokes lightly, gaining an amused laugh from Xeno, “It’s nice to finally meet the famous Einstein-reincarnate.

Seeing both of them on stage, Stanley was suddenly reminded that he was not part of that picture.

Damn.

To think he would feel like this during such a happy occasion for Xeno…

“This is Stanley, my best friend who has helped me with my experiments, and someone I could not imagine without.” When Xeno introduced him to (Y/N) with such respect, Stanley’s self-depreciation seemed to melt away.

Stanley should feel ashamed of himself really.

That’s right, Xeno never thought of him as someone under him, but as his equal.

“Nice to meet you Stanley.” (Y/N) reached out her hand with a polite smile, and when he shook her hand, she continued, “It’s a pleasure to meet the Football King at school.”

“Wha-” Stanley initially cringed, but felt embarrassed when Xeno chuckled and looked at him with a look of amusement.

“Well, Dr. (Y/N) isn’t incorrect at all. Isn’t that right, Football King?” Stanley twitched a brow at the name. While they aren’t wrong, it sounded way too corny.

“Ha…to think I’m getting bullied by the Einstein-reincarnate and the Walking Encyclopedia. This world is coming to an end.”

When both of them laughed at his jab, Stanley was both surprised and relieved.

Sure, his Football King title was going to be a thing, but so is Einstein-reincarnate and Walking Encyclopedia.

(For a long long time)

After their conversation since the STEM competition, (Y/N) easily joined their group as the “third wheeler” as she would say often.

Her addition to the team was so natural that it felt like she was there the entire time. She was like another Xeno, but at least her explanations sounded like English most of the time.

Of course, there were times where she would scream in Japanese out of anger, but that’s all Xeno’s fault.

Stanley’s just making sure everyone is alive.

It was really fun with another person in the group.

Xeno seemed more energetic with another intellectual mind by his side, and Stanley felt more included in the conversation as she patiently explained everything in simpler terms.

Through the ups and downs, of pranks and achievements, they stayed together as a group.

Just like that, a duo became a trio.

Before they knew it, they became roommates that lived under one roof.

“Hey Stan the man, I need you for a second.”

“(Y/N), it’s literally 12am, what the hell?” Stanley was rudely pulled out of bed one night after his final championship football games. It was a long and competitive game but he and his team managed to win.

As the quarterback on the team, he naturally played a big part in the victory, and he is currently not alive enough to deal with his best friends’ shenanigans.

“C’mon, trust me, you don’t want to miss this.” (Y/N) dragged him down the stairs, though almost falling due to his weight.

“I sure can.” Stanley yawned, “This better be quick.”

“Yea yea, I got it, Football King.”

When bright lights blinded him in the kitchen, Stanley got hit with a bunch of balloons and cheers.

“Look who’s here, Mister Football King!”

“Who says you can sleep by yourself you asshole!”

“What the f-” A large glass of beer was shoved into his face.

“If it weren’t for our Football King here, we wouldn’t have clutched at the end, cheers to our King!”

It took a moment for Stanley to process everything, but when he finally came to be, his world erupted with bright colourful lights, loud cheers, head bumps, high fives, and alcohol splattering all over him.

“Hey, if it wasn’t for the Walking Encyclopedia to suggest this, we wouldn’t be able to break in so easily with Einstein’s traps everywhere!”

(Y/N) simply grinned smugly, whereas Xeno rolled his eyes (but Xeno was smiling regardless).

“Hey, whoever drinks the most shots gets $500!” (Y/N) started and it riled up all the guys, including Stanley.

The next thing they knew everyone was absolutely wasted including Xeno, who somehow got drunk from drinking very little.

“I didn’t know you drink this much. Damn.” Stanley winced from his pounding headache as he lay on the countertop. Across from him was (Y/N) who was doing the same.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was all over the place, making her seem like a crazy cat lady.

“Call it a tie? Half half?” While Stanley wanted to win due to his competitive nature, he knew that he would die if he drank any more.

“Fine.” She laughed as her eyes became dazed.

“Hehe, you’re one of us okay~?” She drowsily said, then put one hand on his head to touch his hair.

Stanley was surprised at her sudden bold move, as (Y/N) is not one to hug or touch so carelessly. She would always wait for them to initiate the gesture before she would return them.

But perhaps she is as drunk as him, and both didn’t care about anything in the world, so he let her play with his hair.

“Pretty…” She whispered, and Stanley felt embarrassment rush to his cheeks, especially if she complimented him looking like that.

“You know…you’re one of us right?” She pushes his forehead slightly, making him roll back a bit.

“Just because Xeno is Einstein, and just because I’m good at some things~ You are crazy smart too, and you can play football~ To me, you’re the best!”

She gave him a thumbs up before she giggles stupidly.

“So don’t look at us like some lost puppy m’kay? Xeno loves you! And I like you very very much.”

Stanley’s mind is running at a million miles per hour, was this a confession? Who knew (Y/N) was so open and careless when she was drunk!?

Then she put a finger to his lips and winked.

“It’s a secret okay?”

Before she could say anything, she fell asleep, leaving Stanley alone to process what the heck just happened.

But, he doesn’t dislike this feeling, after all, he was familiar with it.

Since the moment their duo became a trio, he had always respected and admired her for her patience. She always made sure he was included in their talks, and made sure to make Xeno try out some of the things that Stanley liked to do.

She was like a connecting puzzle piece, something that bridged the gap that Xeno and Stanley had.

“Idiot.” He poked her forehead with a drunk smile, and hoped that when they wake up tomorrow, they would remember.

The next morning, when it smelled like vomit and smelly socks, he woke up facing (Y/N) who was sleeping peacefully beside him.

Remembering last night, his face flushed in embarrassment, and he quickly hid his face in case his team mates saw him.

“Oh Stan, I can see that you’re awake.” Stanley slowly turned to face the smirking Xeno freaking Houston Wingfield who sat on the stool like he knew everything.

“So?” Xeno took a sip from his mug with a smug expression. At this point, Stanley knew there was no point in hiding.

“Shut up. Pass me water.” Stanley stood up, noticing that some of his teammates left, but some were still knocked out.

Xeno obeyed, his expression unchanging, as if waiting for him to say something.

“Fine. You win.” Stanley gives Xeno $250 grumpily, and the other takes it without any hesitation.

“I told you, she would confess first. Scientifically speaking, (Y/N) is more bold and-”

“Whatever.”

Xeno still had a look on his face, as if he’s saying “really?”.

“So Stanley, my dear friend, when is it going to be official? I cannot bear to see this crush of yours last for eons.”

“Shut up, I’ll confess soon.” Stanley looks away with his arms soon. His eyes soon naturally went to the sleeping girl on the floor.

Stanley let out a laugh and shook his head before walking over to her. He knelt down and covered her with one of his jackets and sighed.

“What am I going to do with you? Let’s hope you remember what you said, Walking Encyclopedia.”

When (Y/N) woke up, let’s just say that she had a pleasant surprise, but was it really?

When she remembers everything, and needless to say, maybe she had run out of patience too.

And Xeno?

He suddenly became the third wheeler that (Y/N) always joked about.

#manga #anime #anime and manga #dr stone spoilers #dr stone #drst #stanley snyder #xeno houston wingfield #au #childhood #stanley snyder x reader #female reader #fanfic #high school #dr stone fluff

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theshifterbride · 3 months

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General - TVD dr

Plot changes

Sleeping beauty curse doesn't happen to Elena and Bonnie.

The prophecy about the mikealsons being taken down by friend, lover, or foe is a lie and not true.

Sheriff Forbes doesn't get cancer or have cancer.

Hayley won't get pregnant from anyone in the Mikealson's family.

Caroline and Alaric never become a relationship.

No one except Elena takes that cure.

The Salvatore house never turns into a school.

Elena life never gets link to Bonnie.

Everything in legacies doesn't happen.

Elena doesn't get that sleeping spell on her.

Matt's older sister doesn't die.

Cade and the sirens doesn't exist.

Valerie and Stefan were never together. In fact they never met. She fell in love with someone else.

Nadia and Katherine got to spend more time together as mother and daughter.

Tom the doppelganger, rose, Enzo, Jenna, and Lexi don't die.

My grams don't die.

I have twin girls INSTEAD OF HAYLEY!

Klaus doesn't have to leave for the majority of the twins' lives.

Plot

Sooo when I shift I'll be coming back from College. THAT'S RIGHT BITCHS I GRADUATED EARLY AND TOP OF MY CLASS. Definitely not doing that shit here. I came back in the beginning of season 2 but I'll be shifting to the episode where Elena got kidnapped by Rose and Trevor. In other words rose and Trevor got my ass.

I don't really have anything set in stone that I'm involved with in tvd. I train Bonnie and I'm like a supernatural encyclopedia.

I do have children in this dr by my man of course. I moved to New Orleans because of them. I only have twins tho.

In my past lives I was there for the beginning of witch's, when the daggers were made, the hollow getting locked away, Questiyah making Silas immortal, and the mystery life of the 2nd doppelganger aka the one before Talia but before Amara. I guess I was there for Chicago in the 1920's but I was mainly there to stalk Klaus without him noticing. No creepy shit tho.

DR master list | Random post I've found

#tvd shifting #shifting to tvd #tvd dr #general #shifting #shifting realities #reality shifting #reality shift #desired reality #black shifters #shifter #shifting community #shiftblr

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witchcraftingboop · 1 year

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Hi! May I ask which are some good super starter or basic grimoires? I tried Agrippa and just...it didn't go in...i have the Picatrix but I honestly think I'll just get the same result, it's way above my head. Is there anything simple i might "get" or should I honestly just accept it's not for me and move on? Thank you!

Hey, so I have this post right here that goes over why no grimoire that's worth learning from with the intent to practice it through is going to be classified as beginner/starter/etc. So I'm not going to rehash that part.

As for "getting" Agrippa, I think it's important to remember that it's an encyclopedia. As such, when you're beginning to explore grimoires, it's best to use it as a reference book. Can you use Agrippa as the foundation of your own practice? Yes, but unless you're already familiar with occult concepts and topics, it might require far more than one or two surface readings to fully digest what it's talking about.

So since it sounds like you're newer to grimtrad circles, I have a few books that I think might help build that foundation without all the dense walls of text and jargon to read through (though please bear in mind that I struggle to remember what is/not common knowledge even in mundane matters, so if some of these are a bit trickier to navigate, feel free to blame it on my incompetence):

A Deed Without A Name by Lee Morgan (staple)

Conjuring Spirits by Miller (Miller's work is v good)

The Black Arts by Richard Cavendish (read critically, don't accept everything blindly)

The Hermetic & Alchemical Writings of Paracelsus - Waite & Paracelsus (denser)

Magic, Witchcraft, and Ghosts in Greek and Roman Worlds

Elucidation of Necromancy

Celestial Intelligences by Kaminsky (denser)

Wortkunning

Some books that I worked with or through that seem easy enough to bring to real life application, with the right dedication and mindset:

The 6th & 7th Books of Moses

The Sworn Book of Honorius

The Book of Oberon

Seven Spheres & Gateways: Through Stone and Circle (1 book) & Through Light and Shadow (different book) - best combo, anyone can practice these really

Keys of Solomon & Grimorium Verum & Secrets of Solomon - solid combo

The Goetia of Dr. Rudd (a particular fave)

The Complete Mystical Records of Dr. John Dee (learn a bit of Latin first or have a solid translator on deck)

Greek Magical Papyri (PGM) & Greek and Egyptian Magical Formularies & Techniques of Greco-Egyptian Magic - best combo, imo

Orphic Hymns Grimoire & The Hekatæon & Tartaros - another good combo

The 32 Keys

Azoëtia & The Black Dragon series

Book of St. Cyprian

I think it's worth mentioning that reading more is a great way to broaden your awareness of occult concepts and topics. If you look at how things are considered across different dedicated areas of study, then you're more likely to understand the foundations of said thing. One perspective is very limiting. It's better to seek out multiple. By reading from the first list, which should give a pretty solid introductory to broad concepts, and then sifting through the grimoires mentioned, you should be able - through applying yourself properly to the task - gain an understanding of how these things may function/interact in a living tradition, and then through applying them yourself gain the practical knowledge of how they actually are.

And as a closing note: I would personally recommend leaving behind the idea that you're supposed to "get" occult books. You study from them, you learn what you can from them, and through implementing what they speak of and experimenting with what interests you, you acquire that knowledge plus your own discovered knowledge and heightened awareness. In this way, you'll come to realize why I refer to my engagement with the occult as a study and practice.

Of course, if none of this was helpful, you can feel free to disregard my input here as the ramblings of a twenty-something nobody. Have a good one!

#boop's asks #grimtrad #occult study #magic theory

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mybeingthere · 11 months

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Ocean Jasper, a marketing term for a spherulitic orbicular jasper, a variety which contains coloured orbs or spherical inclusions or zones.

"This new rock has been found along the northwest coast of Madagascar after years of unsuccessful searching. The deposit formed as a rhyolite flow but has been completely silicified. The rhyolitic eyes or orbs come in an astonishing array of colors and color combinations. The background can be white, pink, green, red, or yellow. Botryoidal formations as well as white and deep green druzy are also common. The deposit has been discovered at the edge of the ocean. It can only be seen and collected at low tide. The area has no road so the material must be transported to civilization by boat." (The Lapidary Journal)

The existence of chalcedony deposits in the area was first written about in Alfred Lacroix's Minéralogie de Madagascar published in 1922. However orbicular material is not specifically mentioned. Dr. Klaus Thalheim has documented one of the earliest known examples of Ocean Jasper, a slab from Kabamby. It belonged to Richard Baldauf, an early 20th century German collector.

In 1977 a photo of Kabamby Ocean Jasper was included in Grund's Encyclopédie des Minéraux (Encyclopedia of Minerals), sparking interest in the stone. Ocean Jasper was rediscovered at the turn of the millennium by Paul Obeniche. Like many others, he first saw it in Grund's encyclopedia. Paul launched a series of excursions to locate it. Ocean Jasper was found again in October of 1999, on the shoreline outside the village of Marovato. The original Kabamby material was found nearby later.

Ocean Jasper was introduced to the general public at the Tucson gem show in January of 2000. It was named there by Paul Obeniche and Eugene Mueller. They called it Ocean Jasper because it resembles the waves and ripples of water and the mine was first discovered along the shoreline, originally accessible only at low tide.

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terristarstrike · 3 months

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Izzy Scott

Character Lore:

Izzy Scott is an autistic enby born of Korean, Hawaiian and Filipino descent.

They were born in raised in San Francisco, and moved to Westshore a few months before Terri arrived. They have a older brother named Luka and an older sister named Frankie.

Their father, Dr. Scott, is Korean-American, and their divorced mother is of Filipino/Hawaiian descent.

They have high-functioning autism and are slightly sensitive to loud noises, like screaming crowds and loud music. They are also very expressive with their voice and their emotions instead of speaking in monotone.

They are the third founding member of the Terrestrial Kids, alongside Bailynn Lo-Shanta and Cassandra Levi.

They are autistic, genderqueer, and a lesbian, and all those things combined make them "a living menace to society."

They are surprisingly skilled and have a knack for designing/sewing their own clothes. They also enjoy mixing and producing music in their freetime.

They are a "living encyclopedia" and a web genius who can track and search for whatever the team needs. But regardless, they are no savant. They have a poor sense of direction, they often forget important things (adhd maybe?), and they can't figure out complicated computer codes.

They also create their own custom slime and putty, and they often add beads, glitter and other stuff to them.

Their favorite songs include "MMMBop" by Hanson and "Hand In My Pocket" by Alanis Morissette.

Izzy feels very uncomfortable wearing tight denim jeans and "scratchy ugly sweaters".

Their biggest fear is being alone. They're still trying to be the best social butterfly they can be, but they're still falling into their old habits of being closested, especially when it comes to their interests and hobbies.

They are brutally honest and more realistic as much as they are hopeful and optimistic. They don't want to be the party pooper, but somebody's gotta tell the truth every once in a while.

Izzy's got a heart of stone. Insult them, and they'll insult you back.

They have a hyperfixation/special interest in movie monsters, mainly Frankenstein and the Fly.

Their favorite movies are Aliens, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, the Back to the Future trilogy, and several animated Disney films.

Their deadname / birth name is Elizabeth Scott, and they hate being called by such.

They're a very fun and energetic adventurer with a hidden heart of gold underneath their sassy misdemeanor. While they do often come off as antisocial most of the time, they care deeply about their friends, and will not hesitate rush into danger to save the people they love.

#terri starstrike #character: izzy scott #my ocs #original character #oc biography

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claire-starsword · 1 year

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Guntz [Armadillo?] Class: Steam Knight -> Steam Baron

His heavy moving armor roars!

*** A resident of Rindo, and a pupil of the inventor Dr. Crock. Wearing the Steam Suit created by Dr. Crock, he joins the Shining Force as they attack Fort Uranbatol.

Unlike what his huge physique suggests, he's very skillful with his hands. Assisting Dr. Crock, he has made many inventions. ***

The engine that supports Guntz is no regular steam engine. By generating heat with a catalyst stone that controls flame magic, it is capable of exceptionally good energy conversion. Also, the roller dash of the Steam Suit MK2, the one Guntz wears after promoted to Steam Baron, uses a magical superconductor motor. It's a motor that runs using a catalyst stone to supply electricity via lightning magic, and another stone to supply cold magic and create extremely low temperatures that lead to zero electrical resistance. A truly genius creation.

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Tao [Elf] Class: Mage -> Wizard

The elf girl who controls flame magic

*** She used to be a maid in Guardiana's castle. Discovering a talent for magic, she began training alongside Princess Anri. After Anri left to study abroad at Manarina, Tao continued her training as the only mage left at the castle. She joins the protagonist in the mission to visit the Gate of the Ancients. Her specialty is the Blaze line of magic. ***

The only mage in Guardiana's castle, she's popular with the young soldiers there. Mae is also popular but, most people seem to agree that Tao wins that contest. There's a rumor that she once scorched a knight that was pushing himself on her, armor and all. Though, once word got around of that unusually bold moment, she just became more popular...

Now, what Tao is wearing in the illustration to your right is the official uniform of Guardiana's Order of Mages (though that's just her). The green symbol in the white part is the Order of Mages' crest.

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Notes on Guntz:

As the other encyclopedia says, Guntz helped create both the engine and the motor mentioned here, they aren't solely Crock's creations.

Guntz explains pretty much everything that's here and more at HQ in the GBA remake.

Shining Force Central has art of his promoted form, something I don't see often. Judging by the file name it's from a book that comes with TVLand's Special Sound CD, but I never found scans of it.

Notes on Tao:

This book doesn't mention at all that she is Diane's sister, which furthers my suspicion that it was the only reference used by the GBA version, since they threw that fact away. I feel it's the only bio so far that is completely different from the encyclopedia's, which I guess I didn't post at the time for some reason? So here it is:

She was a maid at Guardiana's castle, but discovered a talent for magic, and began training alongside Princess Anri. She is the younger sister of Diane, who joins your team later. Unlike her lively sister, she's a quiet girl. Since she always liked to read books and such, she had the right temperament to become a mage.

The game itself nor its manual mentions their sister relationship as well, which makes it pretty weird. It would finally get mentioned in Gaiden/CD as Wendy is their youngest sister as well.

#shining force #ressurection of the dark dragon #sf guntz #sf tao #sf kouryaku no tebiki translations #tao's entry is pretty annoying between the 'let's pit the girls against each other' and the 'haha look she was harassed by a guy'#but she gets fun moments in max's diary i promise

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ashleysingermfablog · 17 days

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Wk 17, 27th of May, 2024

Is Genealogy the guide?

Goddess Mari and the origins of Welsh peoples:

Many Welsh DNA samples show a chromosome linkage to a cultural homogenous early European tribe called the Basque peoples, located in the region between Spain's border with Southern France. The people of Basque still have a proud culture of today and their darker features (brown hair, olive skin) are shared among many welsh ancestors. Their practices of worship are also distinctly similar to that of Celtic rituals and include stone circles and nature-based deities.

Most, if not all of my personal genealogy, is in the majority from Southern Wales on both my mum and dad's side and Dorset and Manchester in England on both sides as well. My grandfather's father also has ancestral links to the Middle East with his father's wife being Egyptian, and that is where he grew up.

My Welsh and Middle eastern features from my mum's side come from having dark brown hair, hazel eyes and olive toned skin. I also visit where my nana grew up in Barry, in the Vale of Glamorgan Wales when I was 12 and spent time in Wales and England, looking at meadows, stone sites and the house and town my nana and her mother spent their childhood. Connecting with genealogy further, I wanted to post here some further information on the deities that came in the origins of Welsh culture from a Basque origin:

From the text: Mari by John Koch...

"Mari is the most important deity in the Basque Mythology as she leads or guides the rest of the deities. This female personification of the earth is a vestige of the earth-based myths worshipped by the matriarchal communities before the arrival of the celestial gods/ goddesses. She is the queen of Nature and of all its elements. It is clear that Mari was already worshipped as a goddess by the ancient Basque before the arrival of Christianity. Considering her features, it appears that she could be linked to some other goddesses of the Old European Mythology."

According to the legends of the Basque Country, Lurra (the Earth) is a giant hull, an infinite hull; and the souls of the dead, the god/goddesses and most of the mythological characters live underground.

"Izena duenak izana du" meaning "anything that is named is real", quotes an ancient Basque saying.

John Koch’s university education included archaeology, as well as Celtic languages and literatures. He has taught in both fields at both the undergraduate and postgraduate levels. The breadth of his multidisciplinary expertise is reflected in the sizeable reference works:

Koch, J. T. (2012) (general editor and principal contributing author, with A. Minard, ed.) The Celts: History, Life and Culture, 2 vols. (Santa Barbara and Oxford: ABC-Clio), 958pp [ISBN (print) 978–1–59884–964–6, (e-book) 978–1–59884–965–3]

Koch, J. T., with R. Karl, A. Minard and S. Ó Faoláin (2007) An Atlas for Celtic Studies. Archaeology and Names in Ancient Europe and Early Medieval Ireland, Britain, and Brittany, Celtic Studies Publications 12 (Oxford: Oxbow Books) [series editor: J. T. Koch]

Koch, J. T. (2006) (ed.) Celtic Culture: A Historical Encyclopedia, 5 vols. (Santa Barbara and Oxford: ABC-Clio)

He said: “In the last couple of years there have been a number of genetic studies of human DNA indicating that the population of much of the western part of the British Isles is related to other communities along the Atlantic seafront. These include Brittany, northern Spain, Portugal and the French Atlantic coast. That’s their genetic origin.”

But Dr Karl, of the University of Wales, Bangor, said there is also archaeological evidence suggesting a cultural link with central Europe.

“There is evidence suggesting a link with central Europe from elite-material culture – stuff associated with the upper parts of society. This includes weaponry, feasting equipment, artwork on jewellery and other prestigious items".

Yet both academics agree that many attempts to identify a biological Celt or notions of cultures emanating from a particular spot are meaningless. He believes human cultures and populations are constantly in a state of flux, drawing their influences from far and wide.

However there are many other arguments for Welsh and other Celtic heritages to be Pictish (Ancient Scottish). So there is an unclear certain linkage to many other cultures other than understandings that Wales and Ireland were largely culturally homogenous for an extended time beyond their neighbouring countries and provinces.

#contextual #may

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pre-columbusandes · 4 months

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1438; Pachacuti Inca Yupanqui

Along with Pachacuti's ruling, the construction of Machu Picchu was created as the new emperor's latest royal estate. He intended the building to be a place where he could host feasts, perform religious ceremonies, and administer the affairs.

Macchu Picchu sits alongside the Urubamba River and has brought a lot of practicality and new architectural designs to the community around them. The site contains housing, religious shrines, fountains, and terraces, which all contain many forms of Incan art such as carved rocks. The more laborious and tedious the rock carving the greater status. The water system along the new construction was also vital for agriculture, proper stone channels ensured rainfall, and springs drained into local stone fountains.

"Pachacutec, or Pachacuti, Inca Yupanqui." Early Civilizations in the Americas Reference Library, edited by Sonia G. Benson, et al., vol. 3: Biographies and Primary Sources, UXL, 2005, pp. 11-19. Gale In Context: World History, link.gale.com/apps/doc/CX3424400057/WHIC?u=viva2_nvcc&sid=bookmark-WHIC&xid=f231461b. Accessed 8 Feb. 2024.

Dr. Sarahh Scher, "Machu Picchu," in Smarthistory, 9 Aug. 2015, Accessed 3 Feb. 2024, https://smarthistory.org/machu-picchu/.

McEwan, Gordon F. "Incas, The." Encyclopedia of Latin American History and Culture, edited by Jay Kinsbruner and Erick D. Langer, 2nd ed., vol. 3, Charles Scribner's Sons, 2008, pp. 793-798. Gale In Context: World History, link.gale.com/apps/doc/CX3078902877/WHIC?u=viva2_nvcc&sid=bookmark-WHIC&xid=81241ce3. Accessed 3 Feb. 2024.

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The Kaaba is the holy worship ground for Muslim’s all around the world. Residing in Saudi Arabia within Mecca- the structure is 50 feet high and 30 by 40 feet at its base (Encyclopedia Britannica). The history of the Kaaba is truly a beautiful and captivating story for Muslims. The Kaaba was built by Isma’il and Abraham, who were said to be prophets according to the Islamic faith. They wanted a place where everyone could worship God. The Kaaba was built long before the birth of the Muslim Prophet Muhammad. So why was the Kaaba built?

Within the Islamic faith, Muslim’s are asked to perform Hajj/Umrah- in other words a pilgrimage. It is said in the Quran, the holy book for Muslim’s, that an individual who believes themselves to be Muslim must complete at least one Hajj(pilgrimage) to the Kaaba in their lifetime. However, if you are ill or cannot afford the journey- then it is permissible to excuse yourself from it.

Hajj is mandatory, whereas Umrah is merely recommended or encouraged. Hajj is far more extensive, it can only be done during Dhul-al- Hijjah which is the last month on the Islamic calendar. In order to complete Hajj or Umrah, an individual must be in the state of Ihram or holiness. In order to achieve Ihram- an individual must perform Wudu or ablution. A man must cover himself with two white cloths that have no seams. A woman must be covered head to toe with only her hands, feet, and face showing(you can see an example with the picture shown above). During Hajj or Umrah, a woman MUST be accompanied by a man or her Mehram ( either her husband, or a man she cannot have intimate relationships with, for example her brother, father, uncle, grandfather, etc)this is to protect the woman from physical harm during her pilgrimage. When beginning Hajj, an individual must walk around the Kaaba seven times while reciting various different prayers. Secondly, if it’s safe to do so and it’s not too crowded an individual should try and touch Hajar-al Aswad or the black rock. It is said in Islam that the Black Stone used to be as white as milk and it was thrown from Heaven to earth, as the human race progressed it became jet black due to Sins. After touching the stone, muslim’s run between the mountains (more like hills) Safa and Marwa seven times. They must then go to Jabal- al Rahmah, Mina, and Muzdalifah and slaughter a cow- in honor of Abraham’s sacrifice (his son who God turned into a cow to test Abraham’s faith in him). Next, the men shave their heads and women cut off an inch of their hair. Finally, they throw seven stones at three pillars that represent the devil. To finish their Hajj, they must go back to Mecca and complete 7 final rounds around the Kaaba. Umrah is similar, but the only difference is that they only do the seven rounds around the Kaaba and run back and forth between the two mounts.

Britannica, T. Editors of Encyclopaedia. "hajj." Encyclopedia Britannica, June 30, 2023. https://www.britannica.com/topic/hajj.

Macaulay, Dr. Elizabeth, and Dr. Elizabeth Macaulay. “The Kaaba.” Smarthistory, smarthistory.org/the-kaaba/. Accessed 7 July 2023.

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Anchheri

[Commissioned by @abominationimperatrix. The anchheri is a monster from Uttarakhand, the state in India making up the foothills of the Himalaya. As related in the superb book Ghosts, Monsters and Demons of India, its characteristics have been transplanted into the “acheri”, an “Indian” undead attributed to the Chippewa that does not exist in any authentically native sources. GMDI doesn’t say who’s responsible for this, but I know. The oldest attribution of the “acheri” to “Amerindian tribes” is in Encyclopedia of Things That Never Were by Michael Page and Robert Ingpen. I’ve complained about this book before. Whether this was an intentional alteration (the book has many of those), or a result of lazy scholarship (confusing “Indian” for India with “Indian” for Native American), the damage has been done, and most images of the anchheri online are clad in buckskins. The most accurate pop culture anchheri, possibly because its creators weren’t relying on English language sources, is in Shin Megami Tensei]

Anchheri CR 7 CE Undead This humanoid child has an odd, cruel smile, clawed hands and sunken, glowing eyes. Her skin seems tightly drawn around her bones, and has a hue of decomposition.

An anchheri is both tragic and dangerous, as they are the undead remains of children who died an unnatural death. They hide during the day in mountainous caves and crevices, and descend from the mountains at night to frolic and play. Mortals who join in these games risk being attacked. An adult will usually be just shredded with tiny claws, or put to sleep and its blood drunk, but anchheri are more subtle on their attacks on children. The touch of an anchheri’s shadow spreads plague, and a child who dies from this disease becomes a new anchheri. Thus, a single one of these monsters can become an infestation rapidly, and tales are told of entire villages emptied of children.

Anchheri are difficult to slay without access to magic weapons and divine magic, so some communities have taken to propitiating them instead. Anchheri love gifts; clothing, jewelry and toys are all appreciated. They fear the color red, perhaps because it reminds them of their own blood spilled, and so people wearing red clothing are usually safe from an anchheri initiating attack. Giving an anchheri red clothing, however, is a sure way to insult it and invite violence. The mind of an anchheri is childlike, and they are fairly easy to trick.

An anchheri stands between three and five feet tall. Because of their willowy frames, they are treated as creatures of Small size regardless of height.

Anchheri CR 7 XP 3,200 CE Small undead Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +10 Defense AC 19, touch 15, flat-footed 15 (+1 size, +4 Dex, +4 natural) hp 85 (10d8+40) Fort +7, Ref +7, Will +6 DR 10/magic; Immune undead traits Defensive Abilities channel resistance +2; Weakness red aversion Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee 2 claws +12 (1d4-1), shadow +7 touch (disease) Special Attacks blood drain (1d2 Con), create spawn, sneak attack +3d6 Spell-like Abilities CL 7th, concentration +11 3/day—deep slumber (DC 17), fly, stone call Statistics Str 8, Dex 18, Con -, Int 13, Wis 9, Cha 18 Base Atk +7; CMB +5; CMD 19 Feats Combat Expertise, Deceitful, Improved Feint, Nimble Moves, Weapon Finesse Skills Bluff +14, Climb +10, Disguise +17, Escape Artist +12, Perception +10, Perform (dance) +6, Stealth +19 Languages Common, Necril Ecology Environment any land or urban Organization solitary, pair, gang (3-6) or party (7-12) Treasure standard Special Abilities Create Spawn (Su) Any humanoid child killed by an anchheri’s disease rises as a free willed anchheri at the next new moon. Disease (Ex) Bubonic plague—contact; save Fort DC 19; onset 1 day; frequency 1/day; effect 1d4 Con damage, 1 Cha damage, target is fatigued; cure 2 consecutive saves. The save DC is Charisma based. Red Aversion (Ex) An anchheri must succeed a DC 20 Will save in order to attack a creature wearing red clothing. If the anchheri fails that save, it cannot attack that creature for the next 24 hours. If that creature attacks the anchheri, the aversion is broken. Shadow Touch (Su) An anchheri can make a touch attack with its shadow as a secondary natural weapon. A creature touched takes no damage, but is exposed to the anchheri’s disease.

#anchheri #undead #child death tw #india #commissions #pathfinder 1e

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#2 - The Magazine of Herlock Sholmes

Spoiler warning: G1-5, The Adventure of the Unspeakable Story

Randst Magazine is TGAA’s version of The Strand Magazine, where most of Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories made their debut. The Strand originally ran from January 1891 to March 1950. It was revived in 1998 and still runs today, publishing unreleased works from famous authors of the past and present.

Just like in the games, The Strand is where Holmes became a household name throughout London. Read on to find out more about the model for Susato's beloved serial!

🌸 Reblogs appreciated! 🌸

In the 19th and 20th centuries, many stories began as serialized fiction in newspapers and magazines before being compiled into books. Before The Strand existed, Doyle had already released two full-length Holmes stories in other magazines - A Study in Scarlet (1887) and The Sign of the Four (1890).

However, neither one made much of a splash. In their review of The Sign of the Four, The Athenaeum, another literary magazine, said that “Dr. Doyle’s admirers will read the little volume through eagerly enough, but they will hardly care to take it up again.”

It was “A Scandal in Bohemia”, published in the July 1891 edition of The Strand, that turned the struggling author and new magazine into household names.

“A number of monthly magazines were coming out at that time, notable among which was the Strand (...) Considering these various journals with their disconnected stories it had struck me that a single character running through a series, if it only engaged the attention of the reader, would bind that reader to that particular magazine … Looking around for my central character, I felt that Sherlock Holmes, who I had already handled in two little books, would easily lend himself to a succession of short stories.”

-Arthur Conan Doyle, Memories and Adventures (1924)

The magazine’s readership would continue to grow thanks to Doyle’s detective, and the man behind the newly minted legend was paid accordingly. Each part of The Hound of the Baskervilles (1901-1902) earned him £480 – £620, which would be about £62,800 - £81,200 today.

Doyle would continue to write for the magazine until his death in 1930, rarely missing an issue. He wrote other stories in addition to the Holmes adventures, primarily works of historical fiction. There was the Brigadier Gerard series, short stories about a goofy yet charming soldier who always blundered his way to victory. Then there was the novel Rodney Stone, a Gothic coming-of-age mystery full of great characters, boxing, and battles with Napoleon’s navy. Fortunately, those stories aren’t tied up in copyright law nightmares, so you can read them online, totally free ‘n legal:

Project Gutenberg - also includes most Holmes stories

The complete Sherlock Holmes

The ACD Encyclopedia - contains illustrations, manuscripts, magazine covers, and all kinds of neat tidbits

And there you have it! Thanks for reading. Questions? Comments? Feedback? Just want to say hey? Send me an ask me any time!

Sources

History - Strand Magazine

#i have a decent queue built up #so here you go!#a bite-sized post for you on this tuesday #the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #tgaa spoilers #dgs spoilers #dgs #tgaa #holmes references #tgaa meta #britain

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Read Like a Gilmore

All 339 Books Referenced In “Gilmore Girls”

Not my original list, but thought it’d be fun to go through and see which one’s I’ve actually read :P If it’s in bold, I’ve got it, and if it’s struck through, I’ve read it. I’ve put a ‘read more’ because it ended up being an insanely long post, and I’m now very sad at how many of these I haven’t read. (I’ve spaced them into groups of ten to make it easier to read)

1. 1984 by George Orwell 2. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain 3. Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll 4. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon 5. An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser 6. Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt 7. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy 8. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank 9. The Archidamian War by Donald Kagan 10. The Art of Fiction by Henry James

11. The Art of War by Sun Tzu 12. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner 13. Atonement by Ian McEwan 14. Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy 15. The Awakening by Kate Chopin 16. Babe by Dick King-Smith 17. Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women by Susan Faludi 18. Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie 19. Bel Canto by Ann Patchett 20. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath 21. Beloved by Toni Morrison 22. Beowulf: A New Verse Translation by Seamus Heaney 23. The Bhagava Gita 24. The Bielski Brothers: The True Story of Three Men Who Defied the Nazis, Built a Village in the Forest, and Saved 1,200 Jews by Peter Duffy 25. Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel 26. A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays by Mary McCarthy 27. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 28. Brick Lane by Monica Ali 29. Bridgadoon by Alan Jay Lerner 30. Candide by Voltaire 31. The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer 32. Carrie by Stephen King 33. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller 34. The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger 35. Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White 36. The Children’s Hour by Lillian Hellman 37. Christine by Stephen King 38. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens 39. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess 40. The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse 41. The Collected Stories by Eudora Welty 42. A Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare 43. Complete Novels by Dawn Powell 44. The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton 45. Complete Stories by Dorothy Parker 46. A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole 47. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas 48. Cousin Bette by Honore de Balzac 49. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky 50. The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber 51. The Crucible by Arthur Miller 52. Cujo by Stephen King 53. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon 54. Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende 55. David and Lisa by Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D 56. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens 57. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown 58. Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol 59. Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 60. Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller 61. Deenie by Judy Blume 62. The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson 63. The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and Nikki Sixx 64. The Divine Comedy by Dante 65. The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells 66. Don Quixote by Cervantes 67. Driving Miss Daisy by Alfred Uhrv 68. Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson 69. Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems by Edgar Allan Poe 70. Eleanor Roosevelt by Blanche Wiesen Cook 71. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe 72. Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters by Mark Dunn 73. Eloise by Kay Thompson 74. Emily the Strange by Roger Reger 75. Emma by Jane Austen 76. Empire Falls by Richard Russo 77. Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective by Donald J. Sobol 78. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton 79. Ethics by Spinoza 80. Europe through the Back Door, 2003 by Rick Steves

81. Eva Luna by Isabel Allende 82. Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer 83. Extravagance by Gary Krist 84. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury 85. Fahrenheit 9/11 by Michael Moore 86. The Fall of the Athenian Empire by Donald Kagan 87. Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World by Greg Critser 88. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson 89. The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien 90. Fiddler on the Roof by Joseph Stein 91. The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom 92. Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce 93. Fletch by Gregory McDonald 94. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes 95. The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem 96. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand 97. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley 98. Franny and Zooey by J. D. Salinger 99. Freaky Friday by Mary Rodgers 100. Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut 101. Gender Trouble by Judith Butler 102. George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President by Jacob Weisberg 103. Gidget by Fredrick Kohner 104. Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen 105. The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels 106. The Godfather: Book 1 by Mario Puzo 107. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy 108. Goldilocks and the Three Bears by Alvin Granowsky 109. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell 110. The Good Soldier by Ford Maddox Ford

111. The Gospel According to Judy Bloom 112. The Graduate by Charles Webb 113. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck 114. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald 115. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens 116. The Group by Mary McCarthy 117. Hamlet by William Shakespeare 118. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling 119. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling 120. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers 121. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad 122. Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry 123. Henry IV, part I by William Shakespeare 124. Henry IV, part II by William Shakespeare 125. Henry V by William Shakespeare 126. High Fidelity by Nick Hornby 127. The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon 128. Holidays on Ice: Stories by David Sedaris 129. The Holy Barbarians by Lawrence Lipton 130. House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus III 131. The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende 132. How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer 133. How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss 134. How the Light Gets In by M. J. Hyland 135. Howl by Allen Ginsberg 136. The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo 137. The Iliad by Homer 138. I’m With the Band by Pamela des Barres 139. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote 140. Inferno by Dante

141. Inherit the Wind by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee 142. Iron Weed by William J. Kennedy 143. It Takes a Village by Hillary Rodham Clinton 144. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte 145. The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan 146. Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare 147. The Jumping Frog by Mark Twain 148. The Jungle by Upton Sinclair 149. Just a Couple of Days by Tony Vigorito 150. The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander 151. Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly by Anthony Bourdain 152. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini 153. Lady Chatterleys’ Lover by D. H. Lawrence 154. The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 by Gore Vidal 155. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman 156. The Legend of Bagger Vance by Steven Pressfield 157. Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis 158. Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke 159. Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken 160. Life of Pi by Yann Martel

161. Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens 162. The Little Locksmith by Katharine Butler Hathaway 163. The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen 164. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott 165. Living History by Hillary Rodham Clinton 166. Lord of the Flies by William Golding 167. The Lottery: And Other Stories by Shirley Jackson 168. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold 169. The Love Story by Erich Segal 170. Macbeth by William Shakespeare 171. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert 172. The Manticore by Robertson Davies 173. Marathon Man by William Goldman 174. The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov 175. Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir 176. Memoirs of General W. T. Sherman by William Tecumseh Sherman 177. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris 178. The Meaning of Consuelo by Judith Ortiz Cofer 179. Mencken’s Chrestomathy by H. R. Mencken 180. The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare 181. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka 182. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides 183. The Miracle Worker by William Gibson 184. Moby Dick by Herman Melville 185. The Mojo Collection: The Ultimate Music Companion by Jim Irvin 186. Moliere: A Biography by Hobart Chatfield Taylor 187. A Monetary History of the United States by Milton Friedman 188. Monsieur Proust by Celeste Albaret 189. A Month Of Sundays: Searching For The Spirit And My Sister by Julie Mars 190. A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway

191. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf 192. Mutiny on the Bounty by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall 193. My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and It’s Aftermath by Seymour M. Hersh 194. My Life as Author and Editor by H. R. Mencken 195. My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru by Tim Guest 196. Myra Waldo’s Travel and Motoring Guide to Europe, 1978 by Myra Waldo 197. My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult 198. The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer 199. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco 200. The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri 201. The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin 202. Nervous System: Or, Losing My Mind in Literature by Jan Lars Jensen 203. New Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson 204. The New Way Things Work by David Macaulay 205. Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich 206. Night by Elie Wiesel 207. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen 208. The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism by William E. Cain, Laurie A. Finke, Barbara E. Johnson, John P. McGowan 209. Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell 210. Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Charles Bukowski

211. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck (will NEVER read again) 212. Old School by Tobias Wolff 213. On the Road by Jack Kerouac 214. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey 215. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez 216. The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life by Amy Tan 217. Oracle Night by Paul Auster 218. Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood 219. Othello by Shakespeare 220. Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens 221. The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan 222. Out of Africa by Isac Dineson 223. The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton 224. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster 225. The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition by Donald Kagan 226. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky 227. Peyton Place by Grace Metalious 228. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde 229. Pigs at the Trough by Arianna Huffington 230. Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi 231. Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain 232. The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby 233. The Portable Dorothy Parker by Dorothy Parker 234. The Portable Nietzche by Fredrich Nietzche 235. The Price of Loyalty: George W. Bush, the White House, and the Education of Paul O’Neill by Ron Suskind 236. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen 237. Property by Valerie Martin 238. Pushkin: A Biography by T. J. Binyon 239. Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw 240. Quattrocento by James Mckean

241. A Quiet Storm by Rachel Howzell Hall 242. Rapunzel by Grimm Brothers 243. The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe 244. The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham 245. Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi 246. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier 247. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin 248. The Red Tent by Anita Diamant 249. Rescuing Patty Hearst: Memories From a Decade Gone Mad by Virginia Holman 250. The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien 251. R Is for Ricochet by Sue Grafton 252. Rita Hayworth by Stephen King 253. Robert’s Rules of Order by Henry Robert 254. Roman Holiday by Edith Wharton 255. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare 256. A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf 257. A Room with a View by E. M. Forster 258. Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin 259. The Rough Guide to Europe, 2003 Edition 260. Sacred Time by Ursula Hegi 261. Sanctuary by William Faulkner 262. Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford 263. Say Goodbye to Daisy Miller by Henry James 264. The Scarecrow of Oz by Frank L. Baum 265. The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne 266. Seabiscuit: An American Legend by Laura Hillenbrand 267. The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir 268. The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd 269. Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette by Judith Thurman 270. Selected Hotels of Europe

271. Selected Letters of Dawn Powell: 1913-1965 by Dawn Powell 272. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen 273. A Separate Peace by John Knowles 274. Several Biographies of Winston Churchill 275. Sexus by Henry Miller 276. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon 277. Shane by Jack Shaefer 278. The Shining by Stephen King 279. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse 280. S Is for Silence by Sue Grafton 281. Slaughter-house Five by Kurt Vonnegut 282. Small Island by Andrea Levy 283. Snows of Kilimanjaro by Ernest Hemingway 284. Snow White and Rose Red by Grimm Brothers 285. Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy: Lord and Peasant in the Making of the Modern World by Barrington Moore 286. The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht 287. Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos 288. The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker 289. Songbook by Nick Hornby 290. The Sonnets by William Shakespeare 291. Sonnets from the Portuegese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 292. Sophie’s Choice by William Styron 293. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner 294. Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov 295. Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach 296. The Story of My Life by Helen Keller 297. A Streetcar Named Desiree by Tennessee Williams 298. Stuart Little by E. B. White 299. Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway 300. Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust

301. Swimming with Giants: My Encounters with Whales, Dolphins and Seals by Anne Collett 302. Sybil by Flora Rheta Schreiber 303. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens 304. Tender Is The Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald 305. Term of Endearment by Larry McMurtry 306. Time and Again by Jack Finney 307. The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger 308. To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway 309. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee 310. The Tragedy of Richard III by William Shakespeare 311. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith 312. The Trial by Franz Kafka 313. The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters by Elisabeth Robinson 314. Truth & Beauty: A Friendship by Ann Patchett 315. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom 316. Ulysses by James Joyce 317. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 by Sylvia Plath 318. Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe 319. Unless by Carol Shields 320. Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann

321. The Vanishing Newspaper by Philip Meyers 322. Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray 323. Velvet Underground’s The Velvet Underground and Nico (Thirty Three and a Third series) by Joe Harvard 324. The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides 325. Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett 326. Walden by Henry David Thoreau 327. Walt Disney’s Bambi by Felix Salten 328. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy 329. We Owe You Nothing – Punk Planet: The Collected Interviews edited by Daniel Sinker 330. What Colour is Your Parachute? 2005 by Richard Nelson Bolles 331. What Happened to Baby Jane by Henry Farrell 332. When the Emperor Was Divine by Julie Otsuka 333. Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson 334. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf by Edward Albee 335. Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire 336. The Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum 337. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 338. The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings 339. The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion

#books in Gilmore Girls #reading list #booklr #have you read?

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Lumberjanes Week Day 1 - First Day of Summer

(This is longer, weirder, and later than I wanted it to be, but isn’t that the spirit of the week?)

--------- Jo’s last exam is electrical engineering, and she finishes twenty minutes early. Dr. Quispe winks at her as she turns it in, and Jo tries to smile. The constant fog of formulae and diagrams dissipates from her head, replaced by a more all-consuming calculation.

One hour, six minutes to go.

She drops by her room, picks up the single backpack sitting on the bare mattress. On her way out, Gabi pops out of the lounge. “All done?”

Jo’s smile softens, takes on something real. “Yup. You?”

“I still have an essay, but I’ll probably do it at home. Got any big summer plans?”

“Kind of.” She shifts her backpack higher on her shoulders, silently debating how much to say. “I’m going camping with some friends.”

“Oh, cool,” Gabi says. “I wouldn’t’ve pegged you as an outdoorsy type, Jo.”

“Oh, you know.” Something under her skin humming, some outdated circuitry splitting into life. Forty-nine minutes. “In certain circumstances.”

Gabi giggles. As is the case with every one of their sporadic interactions, Jo wonders if they’re flirting. “Have fun! Don’t get eaten by a bear!”

She swans back toward her laptop and empty M&M packet. If she’d looked back for just a moment, she might have wondered what she had said to make Jo look so devastated.

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Mal has a pickup truck. It’s disgusting, with a windshield wiper that sounds like a dying macaw and a clutch that, for two heart-stopping seconds at the beginning of each gear shift, refuses to move at all. Mal has always defended it with a vigor previously only saved for her best friends and favorite bands.

Jo slides into the passenger seat. The radio is blasting heavy metal and the interior smells shockingly of mayonnaise; she has to blink hard to hold back her tears. There are some things that are so beautiful, so precious that it’s impossible to look at them head-on. Jo always forgets, when she’s away.

“You’re in the bus lane,” she tells Mal.

Mal obligingly starts the very long process of getting her car to move. “I thought the idea behind going to fancy science school with adults was that bus lanes were no longer necessary. Also, it’s fucking amazing to see you.”

“The buses shuttle students around campus. Also, I’m delighted that you’re here and I want to give you a hug.”

“Motion passed,” Mal says, and they squeeze awkwardly over the two melted Frosties in the cupholders.

The car jolts into first gear hard enough to throw Jo into the seatbelt, and then suddenly she’s laughing so hard she has to hold her sides to keep herself from spilling over.

“Sorry!” Mal says, “sorry, she’s jumpy around strangers,” which is what she says every summer. It’s a terrible joke laced with an irrefutable affection, and it’s so Mal that it makes Jo laugh even harder.

“We’re not strangers,” Jo says. She pats the center console, feels a little of the polyester flake off on her hand. “Me and this truck go way back.”

“Well, let’s hope you and this truck go way forward, too,” Mal says, “because I’m really not sure the engine’s going to last us to California.”

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They pull into the trailhead at around six the next morning, and make silent work of the luggage in the back. The sun’s just starting to come up, blinking warily between the table pines. Mal waves her on, and Jo sets off along the winding path.

The first year or two, they mostly stuck to campgrounds and RV parks, warming hot chocolate on the camp stove despite persistent, obnoxious heat. Jo didn’t think much of it at the time, but now she knows that Molly was trying not to inconvenience them, trying to keep them to the shallows of the forests. Trying to keep anyone from going too far, getting too stuck.

The fact that they were instructed to bring backpacking gear this year doesn’t do much to assuage the constant thread of worry in the back of her mind. This isn’t something they can dip their toes in anymore; the world is always a more dire place than they left it last summer.

The hike is long and treacherous. They go off the trail almost immediately, but neither of them need a map. It sounds cliche to say that they’re following something else, but they are. The anxious chitter of the birds and the sun balking at the edges of the trees and the distant hush of a river form a clear topography in their minds. They walk without discussion, taking each turn as naturally as if they had always lived here.

Around mile seven, they start to hear voices. Mal breaks into a run, and Jo comes crashing after her.

They knock straight into April, who catches both of them with practiced ease. For a moment, the air splits with three different calls of incomprehensible joy, and then they’re lowering themselves to the moss as a single, complex organism.

“Holy Felicia Flames, you guys look great!” April hollers.

“I have so much to tell you,” Mal says.

“Are you trying to set the forest on fire?” Jo asks, wandering over to where April has piled an impressive set of branches and old newspaper. She must have packed most of it in herself; the trees around here don’t look like that.

“Might make our job easier,” April says, and then a grim silence falls over the clearing.

I’m going camping with some friends, Jo had said, as if it was just camping, as if they were just friends. As if Jo’s relationship with these people, the things they had to do together, could be described in such a mundane and immaterial way. As if Jo won’t sit at the fire with them tonight, watching the way the sparks clear the shadows around their eyes, and love them with everything she has in her. As if she won’t hate them, too, for making her come here.

Here they are, in the annual half-second when they don’t know what to say to each other. The moment when the summer teeters, still soft and blameless, on the edge of something sharper.

But then April asks Mal how the band’s doing, and the moment passes.

“I wish I’d thought to bring pictures,” Mal says. “We played at this amazing venue last January--there was this skylight, and it was pouring rain, and people just kept coming in because it was so miserable outside.”

“Aw, that’s great,” April says. “I’d love to come someday, but y’all sell out so fast!”

Mal scratches the back of her neck, looking embarrassed. “Yeah, sometimes.”

“What are we talking about?” Ripley half-shouts. Jo yelps, and then that turns into more laughter, which turns into an incredible group hug. For someone who carries no fewer than three kazoos on her person at all times, Ripley can be surprisingly stealthy when she wants to. Jo never hears her approaching anymore; first, there’s nothing, and then there’s Ripley.

April hugs Ripley so hard she lifts her off the ground. Ripley immediately starts listing all the weird birds she’s seen this year and asking April to cross-reference them with her encyclopedia of creatures.

And then, of course, there are four.

Jo drifts half a step closer to Mal and extends her hand. Without tearing her gaze from the blot of trees, Mal takes it.

Last year, Molly had been sort of--sick. They’d been camping on a bauld where eagles circled high overhead and the flowers were all this terrible saffron yellow, bent under the shadow of the rocks. Molly had walked with a stick, like the Bear Woman--like Nellie used to use, thick and gnarled. But she said that was temporary, just because of a bad fall, and no one talked about how her freckles had almost overtaken the white of her hands, how her eyes were spotted with yellow and seemed to constantly rove towards the sky.

No one had mentioned much of anything, because the year before that they had buried Nellie in the soft earth beside the lake and they had all tacitly agreed not to talk about it. Maybe that’s what growing up is like--finding more and more things that no one is willing to say. Holding a grief in you that sometimes feels so bright and all-consuming that it can’t possibly be real.

“She’ll be okay,” Jo says, quiet so as not to kill April and Ripley’s buzz. “The forest loves her.”

But that’s a cold comfort, because they have all spent the same six summers learning that the forest’s love can be the most terrifying force in the world.

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It doesn’t take long at all before a familiar sound comes rolling in from the mountain. It’s a sound like dinosaurs, like goliaths, like the world collapsing in on itself.

It’s a sound that heralds the approach of Bubbles, who these days is about the size of a house.

I don’t know! Molly had said, laughing, the first time they had seen him again. I guess he was just a baby when we met him. I’ve been feeding him a lot of peanut butter lately, maybe that’s it.

Bubbles crashes through the trees, chittering so loud that it sounds like the laughter of a god. On his back, perched awkwardly against the scruff of his neck, sits Molly.

She does look okay. Their home hasn’t killed her yet.

There’s a little more white in her hair, a little more curl to her fingernails. But she’s smiling so wide it’s almost like they’re just here to catch up, like just for today they can afford to be a group of friends and nothing else.

Later, of course, will come the campfire, and the birds falling silent, and even the cicadas forgetting to cry, and they will map out another fraction of the world. They’ll find another dozen stone men, sleeping still enough to be dead. They’ll find perhaps hundreds of potential apocalypses, and they’ll spend the month eating little and sleeping less, preventing the end of the world again and again and again until they can’t even remember what they’re saving.

But right now, Molly slides down Bubbles’ side and yells “Guys!” and the summer bursts into being.

#lumberjanes week #lumberjanes #my writing #sorry about the weird formatting this website is a genuinely terrible place to publish writing

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