Morning!

Bed made, curtains opened (and today, windows open because it’s supposed to be relatively warm), dressed, cat fed, teeth brushed and rinsed, breakfast made and consumed, and first mug of water drunk.

It is sunny and not too chilly (if not actually warm yet), which is awesome.

To attempt to do today:

– clean off more of the desk

– take recycles down to large bin

– poking more at A Dragon’s Library

– doing more on another dragon-related project

– remember to hydrate

– remember to eat

– get more boxes of tissues from the house, also roll of paper towels

lynati:

madlori:

desertpups:

witch-with-a-dick:

cozyqueen:

antiandrogen:

whenithinkofyoubyjanetjackson:

lilwhitbit:

HUMMUS HOPE IN A JAR

Hummus Imperialis

McNugget Magical Moringa

fried pickle ponds

hotdog aloevera

tajin popcorn hydra genius

Tex-Mex Trail Mix Elemis

Mango Mango. Great. I’m the Moon Moon of Manic Pixie Dream Girls.

…Actually, I can live with that.

Noodles Green.

(Yes, my current jar of most recently used moisturizing salve is simply called “Green”. It’s coriander and rosemary, and very nearly smells like what I call the smell of green. Which is a specific smell, not just “green and growing things”.)

judayre:

Look! I did a writing!

The delegation was followed by a guard. They were trusted more than many – Dwarves, no matter how distant, were accorded trust that Elves and Men rarely were – but it was a fool who allowed a stranger to walk unattended in his home. Someday, perhaps, an open show of arms would not be needed, but Erebor was newly retaken and they had to establish vets among the other kingdoms. They had spend too long as paupers on the road.

Dori moved to join them, fussing with the way his coat draped over his shoulders. He had spend some time in the Orocarni in his youth, and Thorin wanted someone who could understand what the delegation said privately, they had used Khuzdul often enough to speak freely while Nem were none the wiser. Why let others do the same to them?

He looked up, face dropping into the blandly pleasant customer service expression as he greeted them. He started a quick tally to make sure they were all there, but quickly stopped, color draining from his face. "Burel?“

“My mother,” one of the delegates answered curiously, her Westron well practiced.

As he looked longer, Dori did see the differences, especially the pale blue of her eyes. "Gerel?“ he breathed.

She stared at him a moment before her eyes flew wide. "Father?”

Hugs for EVERYONE*

morgynleri:

*hugs you all* Because today is a day for hugs, and I’m going to run out of spoons if I go putting hugs in everyone’s ask box.

Feel free to reblog this to give a hug to every one of your followers.

*who is comfortable with being hugged. If you do not like hugs or are uncomfortable with physical contact, or even just prefer not a hug from someone not a mutual friend, cookies or other snacks suitable for your dietary needs and restrictions.

sweetd3lights:

© All rights reserved by Lars van de Goor

hamelin-born:

hotchickenballs:

darkbluescribbler:

cipheral:

buildingbridgels:

wivalamine:

shahlalalalala:

earthlyscum:

can someone bring capes back into fashion

when the fuck did they even go out of fashion

Why the fuck did they even go out of fashion

I found the design!!!!

http://www.badwolfcostumes.com/p/versatile-fantasy-cape.html?m=1

I scoured the notes for thus and i refuse to rb a version without it so thank you kind wonderful stranger

They have a pattern for it on Etsy, for those who like to sew!

Yes please

@morgynleri

I would like to have words with whoever designed this thing. Oh, yes, very pretty and fancy. Easy to be strangled, hard to keep the wet and/or cold off even if it’s of appropriate materials, and dear gods, why are you using buttons?

(Ok, the buttons part is more a preference thing, but the rest…)

I like my functional cloaks. One is even on its way to being spiffy!

Cloak what will not strangle me:

I am wearing it, and it is warm:

Oh, look, what’s this? I can belt it to me without loosing the freedom of my arms! (The belt, in fact, has a hole that is specifically “I am wearing the plaid cloak and it needs to stay out of my way”):

Now, it does have a small problem called my head is wet in rain without a hat. And also sometimes it lets rain trickle down my back. But usually if it’s doing that, it’s bucketing down rain.

Let’s see the other cloak.

Yes, it is wrinkled and doesn’t spread out well. It’s lighter wool, and also I was bad and left in bundled up with the rest of the wool for weeks:

My good cloak pin is missing. My second best cloak pin is missing. Oh, look, a cord I can put through the holes from my cloak pins, that works:

I drape it over my arms, and whee, I can do things without the cloak coming open or, in fact, leaving any of my back or front exposed! Ok, it’s ¾ of a circle, it’s kinda supposed to be able to do that. I wanted a full circle, but we didn’t have enough wool for that:

And a hood! Heh. No, I am not a Sith. (Mostly not):

(Images added in this reblog are all copyright to me.)

Do you happen to have a snippet you’re open to sharing of a character having grown into being confident and-or in control of themselves? Vaderkin openly snarking or goofing off with Padme for one of the first times, or maybe a newly freed droid (in the Resistance even?) openly refusing someone’s order to their face? (Sorry this is out of the blue but I just learned my ESA has a brain tumor, and even if they’re fictional seeing someone can grow to be confident on their own would be really nice.)

fialleril:

Hi friend! I’m sorry about your ESA – sending prayers and good vibes if you want them.

As for snippets…hmm. I have a couple of Anabasis snippets up already that might fit the bill, particularly the one where Anakin destroys the Sith holocrons, the one where he rolls into a meeting shirtless and forces everyone to deal with the reality of his scars, and the followup to that one where he and Padme plot against Orn Free Taa.

But for something new: idk if you’re reading Heretic Pride, or if you’re at all interested in OCs, but if so here’s a snippet for what will be chapter 14 of that fic. (So, if anybody wants to read it in order without spoilers, don’t click the read more!)

*

Miik is the one who arranges the first meeting. It’s in the
fern room in the conservatory, during their free meditation period, and they
all know to tell any master who asks that they’re going to practice group
meditation.

Aloo runs into Master Sinube on her way to the conservatory,
and she’s only a little surprised by how easily the lie comes. The guilt that
follows it, though, twists in her stomach for hours and even days after. But
it’s not enough to stop her from going.

Almost sixty younglings come to the first meeting. Aloo is
one of the last to arrive, and she stands for a moment just inside the
entrance, blinking in surprise. She’d thought she was alone. She’s never
imagined there could be so many of them.

Keep reading

in which Sirius Black fails to Argue with a Hat.

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

Sirius Black meets James Potter on the train to Hogwarts. He joins Potter in mocking that pale-skinned kid with the lank black hair, just as he would in other universes. James is the first person who spoke to him without giving a damn that he’s a Black, and Sirius is not going to be turning his nose up at that, thanks.

(He maybe feels about .5 seconds of regret, but it’s mostly regret that forms once Sirius realizes that the greasy kid was in the company of a temperamental ginger girl who all but screamed Future Gryffindor.)

When the train starts, they collect a blond boy who looks ill named Remus, and a shorter, round-cheeked kid named Peter. They’re polar opposites–short and plump, tall and gaunt. Sirius has no idea what makes James find the three of them acceptable–he’s a bloody Potter, he could claim anyone–but Sirius will take it.

Sirius is the first of all of them to meet the Sorting Hat. He thinks it’s going to be fine. He knows you can argue with the Hat. It’s the only useful thing Phineas’s portrait told him before Phineas Nigellus Black discovered why Sirius wanted to know, and now the portrait won’t speak to him. Wanker.

The Sorting Hat argues back. Sirius is suddenly terrified, because the Hat is insistent that Sirius needs Slytherin. No. He does not. His entire family was in Slytherin, and they’re completely mental. He hates Slytherins! He doesn’t want to be one! Any other House. Any. Other. House.

Your family doesn’t know what it means to be silver-and-green, the Hat says forebodingly. You’ll show them all, you’ll see! and then it shouts “Slytherin!” and Sirius’s heart falls down to land in his shoe.

Fuck.

Keep reading

*rolls about in feels and glee*

hamelin-born:

catslock:

bullcityblessing:

cacao-bunni:

maybe-itdoesntmatterr:

queenoftongues:

whothebuckisfucky:

me realizing my experiences with sewing have been a lie this whole goddamn time:

My granny taught me these. We called them.blind stitches.

Wow I didn’t kno

I have to try these

I remember learning these in middle school.

I HAVE BEEN DOING IT WRONG FOR THE PAST TEN THOusAND YeARS

@morgynleri What’s your take on this?

That two of the three fabrics it’s being shown used on are commercial knits that I wouldn’t touch if you paid me, and that I should sit on my hands rather than express my opinion of a pair of jeans where the seam let go like that. And also that the people doing this have limited access to thread, because they couldn’t match the thread to the fabric.

For most people, it would be a useful stitch to know for fast alterations and minor repairs when you have access to a needle and thread, but not the time to do something more permanent. Also, as I thought and added below – for repairs to beloved stuffed animals where seams have let go.

It is, however, a mostly useless stitch for me, because of the kind of clothes I wear, and my level of regular social interaction. I hide my repairs with woven reinforcements for the seams and knotwork from braided cord for over patches and along hems*. I use felled** seams habitually these days because they hold up to the stresses I put clothes through far better than flat-felled or regular seams. Where I want to hide my stitches, I use very tiny stitches that catch two or three threads of the fabric at most, and most people never see anyway if you use a suitably matching thread in the first place.

In fact, the only place I would use something like this? In making repairs to my stuffed animals, some of which are as old as I am, and well-loved. Or when doing surgery on said stuffed animals when their noise boxes need removed because some idiot didn’t leave any access and the batteries have corroded into place. (I will sit on my hands on that subject as well, I do not want to get worked up when it’s bedtime.)

* I know where one of the projects is with the knotwork, because I’m looking at it, and I think I know where one of the ones with woven reinforcements at the shoulder seams is. The one which is going to be a very decorated tunic is… in one of the boxes in my room, and I think the Snape robe that’s getting pretty silk additions to the seams is currently either still down in the trunk of mom’s car, or in the pile of stuff I still haven’t cleaned up. I can get pictures of things tomorrow if you want to see.

** I only recently learned what the seam I usually referred to as “the inseam and rise of jeans seam” is called. You’re stitching through four layers of fabric, and doing two lines of stitches down the seam to hold it together, and I’ll wear out the fabric around the seam long before the seam will let go. Also, I have pictures of this on my phone I can, again, post tomorrow, because bedtime.

I know that you support the idea of restricting gun ownership and usage, but not completely, and it’s obvious from your book that you love guns, so you seem like a “neutral” person to ask. From my little european country, the Southern USA’s fascination with real life guns is almost a meme, a running joke, except when we see that kind of news and then we’re just like “what the fuck, whyyy”. Why such a strong cultural attachment to guns? It’s surreal. I don’t understand. Can you explain it?

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

I do not actually love guns. I own zero firearms.

I do have a full tang sword with a blade I could defend myself with and
not have it shatter on some idiot’s femur, though it is not a
blade-dueling weapon. I have excellent knives in the kitchen and one long dagger sitting on the shelf in the living room, innocently on display. I have several innocuous poles leaning against walls on the way to the front door. I have my feet and my fists, and yes, I really do know how to hit you in a way that you will regret. Don’t chance it. If you somehow get into my house and make it to my bedroom without waking me up, I will kill you with a nightstand and then pound your corpse into paste with an air purifier.

My point is that I take my survival and my family’s survival very seriously, but I don’t need a fucking gun to safeguard them.

I can already hear the personal safety home invasion paranoia peeps sputtering. Keep sputtering, folks: if you unleash enough spittle, you might help with some of the drought issues in this country.

For the record: In terms of proximity or use, I’m okay with handling smaller bore hunting rifles. I owned a .22LR until recently, and yes, I’ve used it. I’ve taught others to use that .22LR safely. I’m a huge fan of trigger discipline, knowing your weapons, proper maintenance, and the big one: when to use them. I think only people who have had legitimate training in gun safety and supervised teaching in how to disable, field strip, clean, assemble, load, fire, disable, field strip, clean, and wash-rinse-repeat each individual type of weapon they want to use should be handling firearms.

I’ve never liked pistols. They have always put my hackles up, in a this weapon exists for only one purpose sort of way. Any firearm can be used to kill a human being, but small bore rifles and larger bore shotguns are efficient hunting tools when it comes to not starving in the winter. (Poaching should only apply to sport-trophy hunter dickbags. Killing an animal to eat it so you don’t starve is not fucking poaching. That is a medieval fucking idea that needs to die already.)

Pistols, much like assault rifles, are designed to do one thing–kill people. Just because you CAN hunt with them doesn’t change that. I don’t like quite a bit of medieval weaponry for the same reason. Most of it was designed to crush someone to death with one blow, and not in a nice way.

I am fine with daggers and most swords because you can disable someone with a dagger or a sword and not fuckin’ kill them (unless bacteria gets involved, but that’s another story). Same with a bow. Fencing is a sport because it can be performed safely. Same with knife-throwing or ax-throwing competitions. Archery: same. My kitchen knives could be REALLY good weapons, but so far they’ve only been used to make foods. (Except for the glorious incident in which the mate was foolish with a knife while cutting cheese and I took him to the ER to get stitches across his entire palm.)

I grew up around people who kept firearms in their homes, who fired them on weekends and into the air during holidays (fucking drunken idiots), who were all assured that everything would be JUST FINE because they had firearms. None of these shining examples of Americana ever needed to use a firearm to defend themselves or their home. Sometimes they used them to go hunt for deer because nom nom nom…but that isn’t done nearly as much as the other bullshit.

I repeat:
None of these shining examples of Americana ever needed to use one of their many firearms to defend themselves or their home.

No civilian in this country needs a fucking automatic weapon, either. No. You don’t. You don’t even need a pistol for your precious home defence argument.

I repeat:
None of these shining examples of Americana ever needed to use one of their many firearms to defend themselves or their home.

The one person I know of who defended herself from being raped and got her attackers out of her apartment had a small bore rifle. Not an assault weapon. Not a pistol. A fucking hunting rifle designed for medium-sized game.

Americans, especially in the South, like to throw out this gem: “But what if we need to overthrow the government?” Yeah. Uh huh. I’m sure you’ll be on the front lines–oh wait. Most of the people spouting that shit are avowed Trump supporters and neo-Nazi fucksticks. Argument fail, moving along.

People in other countries who succeed at overthrowing their government don’t necessarily have automatic weapons. Sometimes they don’t have firearms at all.
There are more ways to attack someone than by using a machine gun capable of firing 100 rounds per minute. And when both sides have automatic weapons in that scenario, pretty much everyone loses. (Look at what the fuck happened in Somalia in the 1990s. Oh, and Afghanistan was a stable, economically awesome country until fucking Reagan destroyed it by giving a few insurgent groups automatic weapons.)

The other fun argument I hear: “I should be allowed to keep all of my [wide range of pistols, shot guns, rifles, and assorted automatic weaponry] because I have to be allowed to go to a targeting range to blow through a day’s worth of expensive ammunition whenever I want because Reasons!”

That isn’t a need. That isn’t even a priviledge.
Blowing through a day’s worth of ammunition at a range for sport is a fucking waste of time and resources. I don’t care if it’s distance targeting or skeet. Waste. Especially skeet, which leaves clay shrapnel capable of slicing people’s feet wide open littered over a wide open area. Thanks for that, assholes.

These idiots who are all YAY GUNZ aren’t soldiers in some glorious
militia. (Hey assholes! trained militia means volunteer army, not
private citizen!)

The people I grew up around, the people I know of now, who have such an unhealthy attachment to firearms are people who are both white (or live and pass as white to the point their mixed-race status isn’t even a consideration) and live in fear. What do they fear? The government–the same government they support when it takes away all of their money and tells them to blame someone else. People who aren’t like them–generally not white, though that can be expanded to not straight, not family, not Christian, not American…

The US cultural attachment began with the need to have firearms for legitimate survival – hunting and protection from assholes in places where you did not have law enforcement–which was basically 150 fucking years ago. We haven’t needed to rely on firearms that way for a long time now except in certain areas where yes, hunting is still survival…but these assholes won’t give up their guns because They Deserve To Have Them. It’s American. It’s Their Right. (No it isn’t.)

If you are military or former military with the understanding that yes,
you really can be called back to active duty if the US government is
feeling desperate, practice with a firearm is a thing you do because it
is a necessary skill from your previous or potential future job.

That is an entirely different story.

tl;dr: American gun-owning, no-gun-control-ever types are fearful, elitist, selfish assholes.