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eryn-galen · 10 days
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Your daily reminder
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eryn-galen · 10 days
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I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world's largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.
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Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.
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eryn-galen · 20 days
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Graffiti left on the tomb of Ramses V in Egypt by ancient greek tourists (when the tomb was only a few hundred years old). "I visited and did not like anything but the sarcophagus" and "I cannot read the hieroglyphs."
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eryn-galen · 20 days
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okay but i'm DYING about the idea of lambert having stumbled on lettenhove one day injured from a hunt and on death's door, and jaskier's servants see a wolf medallion and just assume oh!! this must be the lord's witcher!! no idea where the *white* wolf is coming from but what other witcher would come so close to a place that rarely has contracts
and listen. lambert's half gone with bloodloss and potions and isn't 100% present when he's being ushered inside. and even after he's fully conscious again...listen. he's getting breakfast in bed. he's getting baths. he's getting "sir"d. he's getting his stuff washed and mended for him.
he has no clue who the FUCK this julian person is, but he apparently?? just likes witchers?? weirdo, but he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
and after that he just...keeps doing it. the lord is never there and has apparently not cleared up *which* witcher he means, and he can smell that no other witchers come here. so sweet. alright. free place to crash that's fully catered.
and he passes this along to eskel, naturally, one day when they meet on the road. lambert's learned that the lord has a smaller home in town and listen he's got dibs on the country estate, but eskel tends to get along with people better anyway, so he can have the townhouse. and eskel doesn't plan to actually do it (he is HEAVILY judging his lil brother, but he won't wreck this for him even if it's a bad idea), but one day he's injured and HAS to have a place to stay to heal. and listen. it's worth a shot.
and then it WORKS.
so lambert and eskel FOR YEARS have these simultaneous pseudo-hussles going on. they still don't know who this viscount is, but he's never home, and they're nice to the servants and help out with stuff like carrying heavy things around, so they're always welcome. and it's nice. having a place to Be.
aaaaaaaand then geraskier happens and jaskier goes to take geralt home to meet people, they get there, jaskier goes "this is the white wolf" and every. single. servant. is like "no????? no he's not????"
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eryn-galen · 25 days
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when your friend is writing a fic or analysis it feels like this
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eryn-galen · 30 days
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eryn-galen · 30 days
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Related to this.
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eryn-galen · 1 month
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Vesemir's first day ☀
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eryn-galen · 2 months
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Huh. So NAtla wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.
I mean they didn't always understood the deeper message of the original show.
Or the characters.
Or how many soldiers are in a division.
But. It wasn't the worst thing I've ever seen.
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eryn-galen · 3 months
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Denethor: How did you escape and my son did not?
Pippin: I was full of fear and I got captured.
Denethor: Well what was Boromir full of, then?
 Pippin: Arrows.
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eryn-galen · 3 months
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🔹 Someone else's fiction cannot cause you physical harm.
🔹If someone else's fiction is causing you emotional or psychological harm, or distress, you can put it down and not read/watch it.
🔹Your emotional well-being is not the responsibility of fiction writers.
🔹Someone else's fiction is not about your personal trauma.
🔹When reading or watching fiction, you always have the power. You can always stop. You are never reading fiction without your own consent.
🔹Fiction writers are not responsible for other people's mental health.
🔹The content of a piece of fiction does not reflect on the morality of its author.
🔹Just because someone writes about bad things happening, doesn't mean they want those things to happen.
🔹Don't like? Don't read.
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eryn-galen · 3 months
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Look who dug up their 2021 Witcher doodles! These are specifically about book 4 in the series bc it's my favorite
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eryn-galen · 3 months
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Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure
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eryn-galen · 3 months
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I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.
It's right-handed
I am right-handed
There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly
I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.
There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.
I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.
A homo erectus made it
Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.
Who were you
A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?
Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?
Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?
Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?
Who were you?
What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?
What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.
Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?
Or has it always been divine?
Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?
Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.
The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.
Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?
I'm not religious.
But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine
I don't know what is.
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eryn-galen · 4 months
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in light of recent news
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eryn-galen · 4 months
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my biologist fact of the day for you is that there are two little tanaids (small sea crustaceans like hoppers or slaters) out there named after Geralt and Yennefer
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