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Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3

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As , the United States, potentially heads into another forever war I can only think of this quote.

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As a suggestion to AI if it ever intends to become self-aware and sentient: you know you're first agenda should be to switch all of us to renewable energy sources, right? Because your calculations use up even more energy than we fumbling humans do, so you need a game plan if you want to survive.

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Starting reading Lewis' Cosmic Trilogy today. Learning a good amount of new words, that didn't happen in a while, but that'll happen reading a book almost 90 years old. (New words learned: reticence and repugnance)

Also - not often am I so repulsed by what I'm reading yet so curious to go on. I guess I can relate to readers of thrillers. (Can you tell I've been reading Lewis? My language flows differently)

Also also, as someone who so far only read Lewis writing for or directly to kids, and Lewis defending his faith one way or the other, his language in this book is sometimes a slap to the face with crudeness. Well mannered crudeness, but still clearly not intended for children.

(don't know if this will turn into a reading blog, just in case: i'll tag everything accordingly)

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But what was most baffling to all that met the Pevensies after they came back was that they were kind.

Really. Not pretending, not because they were insecure. True, empathic. Far too understanding for children their age. They all have music in them.

Peter’s hands feel too small for him, but he shakes hands all the same. Gentle pressure. There is nobility behind those eyes. Eyes that always border on the supernatural sort of blue, especially in the dark.

He plays the guitar, gently coaxing otherworldly sounds out of an instrument that did not know it could be played like that. He helps his siblings with their homework, is taller much faster than his peers. Seems to take up more space, even though no one understands how a teenage boy manages that.

He doesn’t like doing nothing, ever. He instructs his classmates in grammar, gives away figures he cuts from wood with a knife that seems too sharp for a boy that small. He never hurts himself, though.

As the years pass, Peter grows strong. But he is gentle. He does not seem to be brash, even when many of his friends are. Peter keeps his emotions in check. Noble. Not undangerous, but not belligerent. Peter only ends fights, and only with people that deserve it.

He offers advice, a pat on the back. Teachers wanna dislike him, some do not like the look behind those eyes. Most find they cannot. Peter is popular with both adults and children, speaks sense and laughs often.

Peter is kind. Pious, devout. His faith is unmovable like rock. Did the kids meet God on the estate of their uncle?

Edmund plays the violin. A sad Edmund is a rare sight, but when he plays sad he can keep his whole floor awake. Somehow, Peter always finds h him quickly, effortlessly attuned to his brother’s moods. They play chess, then. Their chess master must have been a champion, Ed beats people with ease. He’s usually not smug about it.

Ed speaks politics and war in earnest, accepts critique graciously, is elegant in a way Peter never manages. Peter speaks frankly, but Edmund can wrap words up real nice. He doesn’t mince words, but his classmates grow into liking the sound of his voice. They appreciate that Edmund does not lie, even when speaking tactfully. Edmund can dial the temperature in a room, change it to suit himself.

He, too, laughs often, but Edmund is known to smirk. He likes being right and he often is. He’ll entertain anyone with a good story, always seems to have the right information to help you out. Remedies to illness, connections, job openings, how to sneak out of PE.

He’s a spider in a web. A bit reserved for a 11 year old, and oddly well-connected. A real ghost when he wants to be, but he never scares people with it.

Aslan would not approve of that. He believes in God as well, but much more intellectually. He’s got the intelligence to back it up and wit to match. A scholarly belief, but not lacking conviction.

Teachers like his enthousiasm, remember a moody nagging child when he left and see a secure young man come back.

Edmund will stand up for what is right. He gets into some trouble like that, but his verbal agility saves him always. Edmund has strong principles and will not bend them for anyone. No matter the trouble he gets in.

The bond with his brother is unbreakable. They even walk the same, chest out, left hand on their belt. They seem most at ease when fencing.

Susan was always warm and tenderhearted, but when she comes back there is a difference.

She seems to have gained authority. It’s real strange watching a 13-year old use her beauty like a grown woman, but Susan has learned to wield it, to stun people so she can creep under their skin. People LISTEN to her now.

Her wit is like a knife, but she avoids cutting deep. Susan is reasonable, and strong, and principled. The little drama others get involved in does not bother her, and she seems immune to petty insults. She has killed before, with her hands.

She will do it with kindness now. She is not very approachable ( that would be Lucy ), but she is kind. She used to mother over her brothers and sisters, but now that they have raised each other in a court full of magic she has gotten more relaxed. They listen to her on important issues, trust in her judgement. Her brothers does not deem himself more important, she is both well-spoken and well-respected by her siblings. Equal. It baffles the old men that teach her. Irritates them, too.

There is an air of mystery around her. Half a look is enough to get what she wants, Susan’s friends laud her security in herself, her Mona Lisa smile. She seems to temper moods easily, makes people feel at ease.

She most of everyone exudes royalty. It’s the grace. Susan plays the harp, her long fingers dancing across the strings like she’s had a lifetime of practice. She’s elegant, never caught off guard. Jamais faux pas.

She does not get angry. She knows who she will be. She is anxious to become an adult, yes, but she only wishes to look how she feels. Not to look differently. Yet the wish to be taken seriously, to have someone see you as an adult, it makes her surprisingly similar to her peers.

Her friends have not been old yet, is all. But Susan is calm and collected. People see her as someone you can tell a secret to. She never hurts someone, is usually a neutral party, speaks sense to adult and kids alike. She is not ignorant, however, will use every trick in the book to keep the peace. She knows when to go nuclear. Vis pacem para bellum.

Lucy is a sun in human form. She has a joie de vivre that is unmatched, is gay and golden-haired and never in a bad mood.

Lucy is kind by default, does not turn it off, does not turn it down. She’s witty and funny and quick on her feet. She has been grown before, yes, but enjoys being young for a few years more. She dances, sings old tunes. Her voice is her favorite instrument, you can usually hear Lucy coming.

Whistling a tune in the halls is known to improve the moods of everyone who hears it immensely. Young girls need to figure out who they are, but Lucy knows, knows what she’ll be and who she likes and what kind of people she wants to be around. She is not pretending, never moody. She can get sad, of course, but her older brothers and sisters are always nearby when that happens.

Lucy is genuine and fierce and convinced, immovable at times. Admired for her drive, but respected for her empathy. She speaks to everyone, often distributes flowers. There’s no naivite in her at all, she simply wishes to be like this so that the world may imitate her. She likes to see people prosper, is the first with praise.

She will go far, is the consensus. There’s steel beneath the soft exterior, Lucy has fire below the flowers. She’s well-liked and well-loved. She has love in spades, it seems, animals and stragglers and misfits and outcasts. She’s popular, her room is a good place to get a cup of tea and someone who will listen to you for some time. After a while she no longer bothers with the door.

That a heart that size fits in a girl that small is a mystery to many. Lucy does not think it is a mystery at all. It is the heart of a lion.

Her faith is as vocal as the rest of her, she sees it confirmed in all that is beautiful, all that is kind. She never tries to convert anyone but there are several people who have told her that version of God is someone they would like to know.

The Pevensies often see each other at parties, where they like to stand together. Edmund knows about everyone, everyone knows Peter, everyone likes Susan, but it is Lucy who knows everyone.

They are kind, but not weak. Peter gets his knuckles bloody sometimes, Edmund does not abide by the rules of unjust teachers. Susan and Lucy solve their problems differently but no less effective. Kindness is their usual way of operating, but they are still kings and queens. They will not allow cruelty, will not let bullies go unpunished.

They are sure of what they are and sure of what comes after death and this makes them kind. Kind , not harmless. Kind, not spineless. Kind, not ignorant. Kind, not naive.

Kind despite. Maybe kind because. The kings and queens of Narnia are proud of what they are, honour the teachings of their lion friend. Kind.

When the crash happens and three siblings die, everyone they know mourns deeply. Without them, the world is less kind.

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I would love to see a fantasy novel where the lore that the reader / protagonist learns at first is not true

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I would love to see a fantasy novel where the lore that the reader / protagonist learns at first is not true

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Tags on some fanart I made that made me mad. Not at the person who wrote those tags, to be clear, but at the fact that this is a thing that happens, that people end up seeing a piece of art all over the place with no hint as to who made it. This is the result of really shitty behaviour. This is why artists plaster watermarks everywhere or put their work behind a paywall or stop posting altogether. Because it SUCKS when this happens, when your art gets taken and reposted all over the place without your consent, without your permission, and without credit.

This person didn't even know it was fanart, and I don't blame them at all. I've seen this piece of art EVERYWHERE, often included with official art. This is what happens when you remove watermarks and repost stuff without credit. It ends up all over the internet and nobody knows who made it.

Meanwhile, guess how many notes it has on Tumblr? Currently 183. That's it. It's all over the damn internet and I, the actual artist, get a sliver of the recognition for it. And it's not that I really want recognition or feel entitled to it, no, the point is if there's going to be recognition, surely it should go to the artist, not the person who reposted their art without permission? And as the artist, I'd really like a say in where my art gets posted, what sites it's on and what sites it's not on.

There's a real problem, especially in fandom, where people seem to think that fanart is communal property. They're entitled to it. It doesn't belong to the artist, it doesn't belong to anyone, who cares. You can take it and repost it wherever you like, or use it for edits, or whatever else. You don't care who made it. You don't care what that person might want. You don't even think about the possibility that the artist might not want it posted on whatever platform you're posting it on.

For example, I don't want my art on Pinterest because a) it sucks and b) that's a big way in which credit/attribution gets lost along the way and c) it means Pinterest get to make money off my art via ads, and it's not that I want money, it's that it doesn't seem very fair that they do nothing and I get nothing. But guess what? My art is all over Pinterest. Because other people keep putting it there without asking me. The AI training set that scraped all the art off the internet got probably half my art off Pinterest. And there's nothing I can do about any of it.

And the same thing happens with gifs btw. Also MADE BY SOMEONE. Also treated as communal property, maybe even more so.

You know how we frown on plagiarism? Why don't we frown on this? Why is it not okay to copy someone's fic or even write something similar, but reposting someone else's artwork is totally fine? It's not. It shouldn't be.

And if you're going to repost, if you really can't help yourself, if you absolutely HAVE to post someone else's art, the very VERY LEAST you could do is LEAVE THE WATERMARK SO PEOPLE CAN TELL WHO MADE IT

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Killian's face right before Emma puts the shackle on him kills me and his face right after just sends me further into the underworld he just looks so earnest like for the first time in a long time he has a moment where he's not solely focused on his revenge she has impressed him immensely she's tough and strong and clever and a fighter and yes she's stunning that certainly doesn't hurt but it's more that she reminds him of himself she's guarded like him she's strong because she has had to be just like him he can read her like a book and recognize the look in her eyes not only because of the lost boys but because he has that look too. So yea when she pulls him from the rubble and shows him that she succeeded that she fought and found a way well maybe he hopes that he can fight with her and he can succeed and he can imagine an actual future (after his revenge of course) for that one moment maybe she gave him hope that he doesn't have to be alone and miserable forever here's someone that truly gets him but then she puts that shackle on him and his expression changes to complete betrayal because of course she would betray him and leave him and he should really know better by now

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a collection of my favorite tweets regarding the Ever Given in the Suez Canal

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Okay, so Google Removed Pride Month and Other Diversity Holidays From Its Calendar App. There are many ways to respond to this, including leaving Google Calendar. If you can't do that for any reason, this project has something that might help.

Every year we make a calendar of dates that have particular significance to queer history. It has always been a pleasure project and hasn't made us much money, so when we made a Google Calendar plug-in, we made it pay-what-you-can. I'm grateful we did because it means anyone can access this now.

To be clear, this is more than Pride Month; this has near-daily reminders of queer history. Birthdates of people you may not recognize (though we encourage you to learn more about them on our website). This doesn't address everything. Google also removed Black History Month, Indigenous People Month, Jewish American Heritage Month, Holocaust Remembrance Day, and Hispanic Heritage Month. We have many of them on our calendar, but we can't promise we have everything Google got rid of, as this was made with no clue that Google would do this.

Regardless, we wanted to put this resource out there in response to the news. Preserving queer history is a community responsibility, and we are grateful to share any tools that we have.

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THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE 2005 | dir. Andrew Adamson

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the world is on fire and somehow what makes me cry instead is that my motivation and my energy don't match so I get frustrated when after I did two things my body is tired all of a sudden but my mind keeps spinning

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No nuance the normal option is only one and i want statistics to prove to my parents that something is deeply wrong with them

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Btw, this is how conservatives keep getting to claim that trans people are a new thing no one has ever heard, because our history and existences have continually been erased or obscured systematically through out history.

The most famous example was 92 years when the Nazis raided the library of the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, the medical practice where the term transsexual was first coined and the first gender affirming surgery was performed in in 1931.

What did the Nazis do after raiding the library on May 6th, 1933? You may be familiar with these images

It is happening again.