I had to put everything down and make this
Imagine Shilo (who is actually Emizel) wearing this to the tournament?? Imagine it covered it blood??? Do you see my vision??
Here's a version with a more ~Emizel~ expression idk how this guy is gonna fool anyone
Should I make a bloodied version should i
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when i say cringefail legolas sexy gimli i don’t mean legolas is some ugly incompetent elf while gimli is some suave alpha dwarf. i mean that when the dwarfs of erebor travelled to mirkwood for a week to discuss gimli’s engagement to their prince, legolas tried to wear his hair loose and unbraided like his father in a bid to seem more regal but in the middle of a training exercise he shot off an incredible bow shot at the expense of getting a handful of his hair caught and launched with the arrow to his Complete embarrassment & everyone else’s mirth- and gimli was just like “ach… would you look at that… like the golden leaves from the most beauteous autumn tree flowing in the air, there goes his fine hair, flowing in the breeze- nae a sight more beautiful to be seen seconds before death than those golden strands flying.” and all the dwarfs start “oooing” and “ahhhing” at his poetry while legolas is standing there with a chunk of his hair sticking out of his head like 🧍
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Well...damn.
I finally watched The Phantom of the Opera, and now I have to grapple with how much Operetta makes absolutely no sense.
Like I'm wracking my brain, and the only conclusion I've come to is that she'd make sense if she wasn't a ghost at all, but a siren.
Maybe after years of being cast out by his fellow humans, Erik finds refuge in the monster world which welcomes him with open arms, and also gives him the chance for a new start.
And given his love of opera, he falls in love with a siren and they have a child together. Thusly making Operetta half human, half siren.
This way, she can keep her hypnotizing voice, since she sure as hell wouldn't have gotten it from Erik.
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Y'know someone's probably waxed poetic about this already but it's on my mind so I'm gonna do it again.
When it comes to encouraging people to learn about native plants and habitat and involving themselves and their yards in the wider ecosystem, you gotta meet them where they're at.
And maybe that means they won't go as far into it as you are or would like them to in your wildest dreams. But even small steps count towards the bigger picture and I think we need to appreciate that more.
An example from my own life is my mom and the current gardening project we're working on. We're planning out the garden beds in the front of the yard by the mailbox--my mom's previous plantings for the most part haven't worked out, so I'm taking a crack at it.
I'm a pollinator gardening enthusiast who cares more about attracting as many butterflies bees and hummingbirds as possible than keeping things 'neat' and 'tidy'. However, not only do we live in an HOA neighborhood (though not as intense as some other stories I've heard), but I know my mother--an interior designer who has a deeply vested care for making sure the exterior of the house looks as Nice as possible.
We're still getting a pollinator garden in the front though. How? I'm meeting her where she's at, I'm making some concessions, she's making some concessions, but ultimately we're making something that works for the both of us. She doesn't want the plants too tall and messy? We'll trim them back in fall and winter--the insects can use the backyard garden to nest in. She doesn't want things too wild and bushy and weedy? We'll add a nice mulch to the beds, keep things a bit spaced out until they grow in to their larger sizes. She doesn't know the latin names for the plants I'm asking for, let alone how to pronounce them to ask for them at a garden center? That's fine, I don't know the Latin names for most things anyways, let's just use common names.
Does she care that the garden will attract butterflies and hummingbirds? Not intrinsically--she sees it as more of a bonus, if anything. She just cares about what color everything will be and if it'll be easy to maintain. The fact that they're native plants barely registers as a plus side to her. And honestly? That is fine.
If I approached this problem with a hardheaded attitude on how I wanted it to be just as wild and free as my backyard garden? There wouldn't be any native plants in the front beds. It's not like I didn't teach my mom things, but I didn't lecture her like she was lesser just for not knowing or caring as much about native gardening as I do. And that, ultimately, made her more open to the idea than she would've been if I looked down on her like I've seen too many people do to others.
Not everyone is going to develop a deeply seated care about native plants and Latin names and I don't think it's reasonable to expect that. Meet people where they're at and you just might get a lot more done. Meet people where they're at and you just might find they'll get excited enough to learn more--but if they don't want to learn more, that is fine.
We can't expect everyone on the globe to suddenly become plant experts rattling off Latin names left and right and professionally ID'ing native and invasive plants. In the same way we wouldn't expect everyone to suddenly learn the ins and outs of learning code, or how to synthesize medicines, or how to properly build a house. And that is fine. Because we can lean on those who do know when these things come up.
I lost track of where this was going but. Y'know????
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if Wade wore a corset for like, a long time with no breaks would his body set that as the natural and heal his ribs and stuff to form to the corset so essentially he always has a snatched waist? or is that now how it works?
um. i don’t think that’s how it works, no.
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do you ever see a piece of media so emotionally haunting and brain-chemistry-altering that it leaves you physically incapacitated like someone yanked your spine out of your back
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my neighbor has all these plants that keep getting blown off her balcony, like at least a half dozen so far, a whole bunch of fledgling greens in terracotta pots that fall twelve feet to their doom.
but what she doesn’t know is that most of them survive, rooting in the soil underneath, growing and blooming there. she doesn’t know her wayward zinnia somehow managed to make it into a pot of mine with a dead lavender, that what’s growing there now isn’t even what I planted, that I’ve been watering a guest.
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