In the Bog Kingdom, there is an old saying: “scrape your boots with the spine of your knife”
It refers to the bog problem of long distance foot travel over marshy ground, and the fact that every step pulls up more mud to add to the pile on your soles. It happens gradually; you don’t notice it until your feet have effectively doubled in size and weight, and you’re dragging ten pounds of caked-on slime below the knee. Every step is torture, every motion is a burden, it gets so bad when you’re tired and not paying attention and watching for crocodiles that you just don’t notice how heavy you are until you can’t take another step.
Then you scrape your boots off, and you start over.
Marshes are liminal places. The portal between land and sea, water giving way to dirt giving way to more water. Humans learn to float, houses walk on stilts. Matter is digested, dirt and rain are purified, new life swarms from the mire. You never arrive in the swamp, you only pass through.
But it sticks to you. All of this sticks to you. It all has to be scraped away, but for fuck’s sake, kid—don’t cut your foot off while you’re doing it.
My first TES OC is, to this date, my only actually developed TES OC, seeing as this seems to be a subject of discussion. Prior to this I had never delved into TES to the point where I felt like creating a fully realized character - it was just whoever I was playing Oblivion as at the time, tbh, without too much care given to how they fit into the world or who they were.
I’d just discovered the Sermons of Vivec and created a character in Morrowind with the stated intent of finding all 36, and it just sort of went from there. She was a very old Dunmer with Morag Tong affiliations. In that game she became leader of the Tong, Redoran House Head and the leader of the Tribunal Temple - and while any time I use her elsewhere she’s obviously going to be toned down, those affiliations all stand at this point.
Her name’s Solitha Nev, which was the result of me playing word salad with Sotha Sil, mostly, if we’re being honest. She’s a wandering scholar and swordswoman who wears medium armor and fights with sword and shield. She’s capable of dueling, wordly and intelligent, though the further back in history I play her the more Dunmer-typically xenophobic she becomes. As of Skyrim she’s mostly cool with everyone and has become sort of a, like… she’s probably a good few hundred if not 1000+ years old at this point, and has been researching the Sermons and various mythopoetically significant subjects for most of that time. She’s old, wise, largely gentle and soft spoken.
She’s also got a hate-on the size of Nirn for the Dark Brotherhood, and the easiest way to see to the barbed edges of her persona she keeps relatively hidden is to be a stepping stone on the way to killing someone in the DB. I straight-up killed the mother in the DB intro quest purely because Solitha figured it would make her seem the most ruthless. Still haven’t found a mod that’ll let me kill Astrid tho, so she never DID act on being handed the keys to that kingdom so trustingly.
She will learn so much about the nature of reality but she’ll never, ever actually understand the point. She’s too much a product of the Arena to see why it was wrong-headed nearly from the start.
If you spend any time in Cyrodiil, chances are pretty good that you’re going to run into at least a dozen people named after historical figures. Naturally, many Imperial girls are named after the titles of the first Empress and some boys as well. Here’s list of some common names and nicknames derived from Al-Esh that are in use by the Fourth Era. There have been many other Alessia-based names over the years as well that have long since fallen out of common use, such as Perrethu and Pevesh. Many of these are Nibenese and Colovian names, but others are derivations found more commonly in High Rock, Skyrim, and eastern Hammerfell.
“Omt Khevey on the seaboard’s longhoused fat-shanty
Laughs and drinks deep the dark:
“No greys! No elfssons! And not one of the gods!”
A disgraced watchman, now watchman of disgrace
On the threshold of Nammu inn,
His lips pucker round his Colovian comfort-curses
Like a gate into a pit of oily nurture.
Brandishing his mace like a turned-out heart
He spits the youth into the gutter outside
And anoints him with his watered pint afterwards.
There’s a tear shed each way, that receipts their transaction:
That old crabcut’s softboiled nostalgia
Bought for the lad’s months on the docks
As skylamps and sackgulls play witness.”—from “My Foot in the Salt”, Hrod Jallow, 4e120. (via mnemoli)
you are wrong about pluto! even though the "scientists" have made a farlse alliance saying its a fake planet now it wont last. mark my words. they have decided to go to war with the science of the public. like vivec became something bigger and greater so will pluto. now that i think of it pluto has a lot in common with vivec an the story of azura and you should look it up so you and sciences dont repest the mistakes. :(
“I just feel like no matter what, prisons are bad for everybody. They aren’t just bad for trans people—they’re bad for all people. It wouldn’t be fair for me to make it seem like it was so hard for me, just as a trans women, because I’ve been around a lot of people who don’t deserve to be in prison at all. Prison is hard for everybody. We’ve all got our personal issues and have to do what we need to do to survive in there and be strong.
It’s not the right approach for people to sensationalize this story and say: You were a trans woman in a men’s prison. Because at the end of the day, all prisons are bad for all people—trans, cys, gay, straight, Black, white, Asian, brown, purple, polka-dotted, striped, zebra, alien or whatever.
Yes, I had my issues. I dealt with extra discrimination and extra scrutiny. I had to deal with things that other people wouldn’t have had to deal with in prison because I was a trans woman in a men’s prison. Of course, it was upsetting, and it was hard.
But I was blessed to have the support of a team that was willing to support me in this fight against the system. Not everyone in there had that—not everyone had support or someone to help them or be there for them, to protect them or understand them or get them in touch with the right resources. I was blessed to have that.
So yes, I can say how hard it was for me, but what about the people in prison who are there wrongfully or for petty charges or because of the criminalization of everything? There are men and women who have been in there for days, years, even decades—what about them?”—CeCe McDonald, "We all need to stand up for each other" (via thepeoplesrecord)
Do the baguette!/It's the Frenchest dance yet!/With a bullet of butter/your sweet mouth will utter/"With this crust and the dance I'm all set!"
All right, so
A couple days ago, my mother called me and and asked what I was doing. I told her I was just on tumblr while I made dinner.
My mother is a woman in her 60s who is afraid of and angry at the internet, yet is curious about it, so she asked what tumblr is and if it was like Facebook or Twitter, and why wasn’t I on those like my brothers? I did my best to explain, including things like messaging. I tried to convey the difference between messages here vs e-mail, but you know how it is when no good examples come to mind? Anyway, we got onto other topics.
Then your message came along, my darling Baguette anon. My dearest, missed loaf of deranged affections.
So I called my dearest mother up. When she answered, I sang this into the phone and hung up right after.
“KINMUNE was a defective ninth-era AI who got knocked through time into the Merethic Era. She was never supposed to be there, her travel back in time wasn’t part of the mostly-stable, mostly-linear timeline. She indirectly caused Numidium to be activated by being enough of a threat as the leader of the Aldmeri Dominion to necessitate its use by Tiber Septim, and inadvertently created the Mantella (and Talos) as a result, which is why Jubal calls Tal(os) a virus- He’s a product of a glitched AI, KINMUNE. The existence of Mantella allowed for the Warp In the West, and one of the outcomes of that was that Zurin Wulfharth the Underking failed to destroy one of the copies of Numidium that was made when the dragon broke there.”
Friends, minions, I’ve heard this too many times. Too many people squawk it as an excuse to enjoy his works, as if his fans would have to flay themselves if it weren’t true. It’s especially special when self-described feminists rush to defend him, scrabbling for proof until they collapse into drivel. I have friends so desperate never to enjoy books with the slightest whiff of misogyny that they’ll hold Tolkien up as a champion of equal rights. He wasn’t.
He was sexist.
Before you tell me how wrong I am, take a look at his Letter #43.
Too lazy to wade through it all? Fine. Here’s an excerpt:
The sexual impulse makes women (naturally when unspoiled more unselfish) very sympathetic and understanding, or specially desirous of being so (or seeming so), and very ready to enter into all the interests, as far as they can, from ties to religion, of the young man they are attracted to. No intent necessarily to deceive: sheer instinct: the servient, helpmeet instinct, generously warmed by desire and young blood. Under this impulse they can in fact often achieve very remarkable insight and understanding, even of things otherwise outside their natural range: for it is their gift to be receptive, stimulated, fertilized (in many other matters than the physical) by the male. Every teacher knows that. How quickly an intelligent woman can be taught, grasp his ideas, see his point – and how (with rare exceptions) they can go no further, when they leave his hand, or when they cease to take a personal interest in him. But this is their natural avenue to love. Before the young woman knows where she is (and while the romantic young man, when he exists, is still sighing) she may actually ‘fall in love’. Which for her, an unspoiled natural young woman, means that she wants to become the mother of the young man’s children, even if that desire is by no means clear to her or explicit. And then things are going to happen: and they may be very painful and harmful, if things go wrong. Particularly if the young man only wanted a temporary guiding star and divinity (until he hitches his waggon to a brighter one), and was merely enjoying the flattery of sympathy nicely seasoned with a titillation of sex – all quite innocent, of course, and worlds away from ‘seduction’.
You may meet in life (as in literature) women who are flighty, or even plain wanton — I don’t refer to mere flirtatiousness, the sparring practice for the real combat, but to women who are too silly to take even love seriously, or are actually so depraved as to enjoy ‘conquests’, or even enjoy the giving of pain – but these are abnormalities, even though false teaching, bad upbringing, and corrupt fashions may encourage them. Much though modern conditions have changed feminine circumstances, and the detail of what is considered propriety, they have not changed natural instinct. A man has a life-work, a career, (and male friends), all of which could (and do where he has any guts) survive the shipwreck of ‘love’. A young woman, even one ‘economically independent’, as they say now (it usually really means economic subservience to male commercial employers instead of to a father or a family), begins to think of the ‘bottom drawer’ and dream of a home, almost at once. If she really falls in love, the shipwreck may really end on the rocks.
That’s just a sample of his talk. I don’t suppose you want any more. It’s already enough to explain why he treated Galadriel’s deeply held ambitions as unfeminine. Why he considered Lúthien ”a mere maiden even if an elf of royalty” and a less important figure than Beren (never mind how often she saved his life). Why Aredhel’s quest for autonomy is portrayed as tragic and deadly, implying that a woman should obey her male relations. Why Faramir becomes, in Eowyn’s own words, “a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North!”
We’re dealing with a bloke who wrote that matriarchal societies were unnatural and could never exist in Middle Earth except with Sauron’s influence. And his “false teaching” and “corrupt fashions,” no doubt. Tolkien created a fictional history for the real world we live in, explaining all evil as the legacy of Morgoth. His works frame “unnatural” women — real, living independent women — as part of that evil.
Yes, Tolkien concocted some intriguing female characters. But that’s not the same as granting them equality. All too often we see them only in glimpses and are left to guess at their motivations. Most get less attention for a whole life lived bravely than Fëanor gets for a single tirade. It’s the men who express their emotions and explain their logic, usually as if they’ve got a soapbox and a megaphone, while women hover behind them in soft focus.
This may be a shock to some, but Tolkien wasn’t perfect. We’re allowed to disagree with him. We are not bad people for liking his books while aware of their flaws, and bemoaning them, and imagining what Arda would be without them.
Denying Tolkien’s sexism won’t make it go away. What it will do is make insidious attitudes harder to recognize, all the better to infect the minds of unwary readers.
And it will get you FRIED TO A CRISP.
Because NO ONE BADMOUTHS SAURON’S ELITE KICKASS UBER-EVIL SOCIETY-WRECKING SUBVERSIVE PUSSY RIOT OF DOOM!*
If I hear this one more time, I will UNLEASH THE DRAGONS.
"Note a similarity in terminology with the ‘reaching’ of our own Alesstics; suggesting an Ayleid root to Hurling Disk stories, perhaps? In any case, this is beginning to suggest a theme in Bosmer religious fables: the ultimate questions of life (e.g. the nature of the universe, the underlying laws of ethics, the existence of the self, the purpose of reality) are those with answers that are not discovered but rather constructed. Their Jephre being an example of a storyteller whose song is his moment of victory. ‘Truth is not found but won’, I have heard it phrased, and it seems the adversary to ‘beat’ in the quest is non-existence, apathy, and everything save invention itself.”
Patients taking the antidepressant Effexor (venlafaxine) should be aware that the drug manufacturer Pfizer has issued a recall of one lot of the medications after they discovered one bottle contained a heart drug used to treat atrial fibrillation.
The medication found is Tikosyn that was discovered in one bottle of Effexor XR. The heart medication could cause abnormal heartbeat that could cause symptoms of dizziness, sweating, pallor and fainting.
Patients should check their antidepressant for lot numbers 130142 and V130140, with expiration date of October 2015. Also recalled is Effexor XR with Greenstone lot number V130014, which expires in August 2015.
The antidepressant recall includes two lots of Effexor XR® 150 Mg Extended-Release Capsules and one lot of Greenstone’s Venlafaxine HCl 150 Mg Extended-Release Capsules.
The FDA warns the interaction between the heart drug Tikosyn and venlafaxine “could be fatal”.
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