#earthens

[peopleofazeroth]

[sweatersexual]

If you give lirin shit for staying in hearthstone you're wrong. It is made VERY clear in the text that while his family was under financial strain under Roshone, they were NOT starving. They weren't eating GREAT food but they were eating. They didn't go without any major necessities. And they could afford medical supplies on top of it. Also it's wild that people assume they could afford to move if they couldn't afford to eat. And Lirin says they could afford to move

Not going to downplay that financial stress is bad for a kid's home life but at the same time, you can tell that Lirin and Hesina were shielding Kaladin and Tien from most of it, which is what good parents do when they've fallen on hard times

And yeah, it would be a dick move to deprive an entire town of their ONLY medical professionals just because of a grudge. Do the lirin haters know what community building is and that you're not going to always get along with the people you're in community with. At the end of the day they were practicing mutual aid and I hope the lirin haters remember that the next time they call him a liberal centrist or whatever

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

live a live in a nutshell

please play this silly little game

[tea-tuesday]

04/10/2024

life is all about getting your work done and (badly) pursuing your hobbies !!

[dream-world-universe]

Aït Benhaddou, Morocco: Aït Benhaddou is a historic ighrem or ksar along the former caravan route between the Sahara and Marrakesh in Morocco. It is considered a great example of Moroccan earthen clay architecture and has been a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1987. A large number of films shot in Morocco have used Aït Benhaddou. Wikipedia

[sleepvines]

While plenty of prominent figures exist in successor myths, Pebble-Scratch In The Jute is one of the few who actually lived among the people. The accuracy of what is said about her is questionable, but she certainly turned heads. One tale boasts that she could push any drebyl or gul to the dirt without even using her sting; for she was quick and lean and slippery, and any that challenged her found themselves slow and cumbersome in comparison. Naturally the Blue Death in any shape was no match for her; she could climb its back where it could hardly reach, leap up, grab it by the horn and twist its neck just so— (at this point many storytellers would make a quick, rotation with their forepaws, as if wrestling with a sack)—so that it would snap like a stick, the beast dead at her feet. In some tellings it was only one terrible Blue Death, in others many, but wyvernslayer Pebble was still an exceedingly impressive title no matter the count. She wore the skull of a wyvern over her head like a hood, inspiring incredible claims of her strength all over the local network of communities and beyond. All the stories highlight her unique coloration, the result of a mutation which left her chitin a deep, iridescent red. While in reality she was probably prone to sensitivity and flaking, due to lacking blue structural pigments, many believed her mandibles and sting to possess a supernaturally potent venom.

Additionally some syrel inclined communities think she could talk to ghosts, and rarely there are whispers she was one of the long gone ancients in a new skin. More on syrel beliefs and their cultural associations with the color red later!

She's dead and gone now, but her story carries on.

[kissfortheelves]

Fast sketch of my Earthen, Opalyne

[madcat-world]

The Road to the Earthens - Ondřej Hrdina

[ibrithir-was-here]

Is Mina aware of the last dramatic things that entailed with husband and son

Indeed she is. She was keeping a mental watch over Jonathan down in the crypts while she kept a physical watch in the tower above…

(Btw for anyone who wants to catch up with Blood of My Blood from the beginning we've got pretty much all of it here on AO3 !)

[twinchromatid]

them with a sibling dynamic would've gone so hard

[shisasan]

WANIMAL

[bowsers-keep]

So I came to realization today.

(Lei is a general stand in for all three disciples she's just the one I had on hand. I'd put them all in roughly the same spot)

[peopleofazeroth]

[jardindefruits]

...dark garden, dark garden, with your olives and your wine, your medlars and mulberries and many almond trees, your steep terraces ledged high up above the sea...

D.H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia

[yoku-yukihime]

redesigned my shadow junko design to be vengeful spirit junko

Physical attacks are ineffective... Danmaku is ineffective... the only option when encountering the spirit is to run, and never look back.

[momentsbeforemass]

Santiago

(by request)

A few years ago, I went to Santiago de Campostela. To the Cathedral that marks the end of the legendary pilgrim’s way known simply as “The Camino.”

Don’t be impressed. I did it the easy way. By driving from Portugal.

Atop the main altar at the Cathedral is a larger-than-life-size statue of St. James. In a Baroque sanctuary dripping with gold and silver, the ornate statue of St. James stands out.

The treasured relics of the Apostle could not be in a more precious container.

But that’s not where they are.

The actual relics of St. James are at the bottom of a cramped flight of stairs, worn smooth by the feet of centuries of pilgrims. In a simple shrine in a narrow crypt.

Underneath the main altar. And a world away from the bejeweled splendor overhead.

I love beautiful churches. The glories of the great cathedrals and the beauty of Catholic art and worship are some of the things that God used to draw me to the Church. And still uses to draw me closer to Him.

But there was something wonderfully poetic about the simplicity of the actual resting place of St. James. I remember thinking, as I stood there in the little shrine, “we have this treasure in earthen vessels,” (which is today’s first reading).

It was a wonderful visual for the extravagance of God. How God treats not just His Apostles, but all of His beloved. How God treats you and me.

God pours out His love. God pours out His care. God pours out His compassion. God pours out His very best into our hearts. Into the simple, flawed, fragile vessels of you and me.

Not even asking whether we’re good enough. Not waiting until we’re perfect.

But looking at us with Holy love. Wanting so much for us. That He can’t wait.

God pours out the greatest treasure – God’s love, God’s forgiveness, God’s very best – into our hearts. The moment we turn to Him and take our first halting steps towards Home.

Today’s Readings