#the more you know 🌠

[lets-steal-an-archive]

https://archive.org/details/vhsinstructionals

[genericpuff]

How do you pronounce Leuce's name? I've been saying "Looch", "Loose", "Loosay", "Luckay", and "Lookay" without knowing which is correct!

Ooo so this is one I've deliberated over for a while because I've heard and seen varying sources on this! If any native Greek speakers have any insight on this, please feel free to chime in!

My brain typically defaults to "Loose" HOWEVER upon reading the original Greek spelling and having it read aloud, it turns out it's actually pronounced more like "Lef-key"! It's definitely challenging my English-formatted brain to read "Leuce" as "Lef-key" and not default to "Loose", but hey, I managed to get my brain to stop reading Minthe as "min-th" and more like "minth-ee" so I think I can train it to read Leuce correctly too ;)

[spnscripthunt]

"Weren't You on Supernatural?" Stranger Things edition

11.05 "Thin Lizzy" - Finn Wolfhard (Jeordie)

We're sending this to one of our helpers who will be at StrangerCon Atlanta so we can get it signed by Wolfhard and use it in our upcoming script raffle fundraiser for World Central Kitchen, which will be kicking off on Sat July 29 and run until Sat Aug 26.

→ 8 Days of Call Sheets and Script Sides (complete script)

Achievement unlocked.

[intermundia]

"Initially, Gaider had asked Lucasfilm Ltd. whether the Sith had a written creed like the Jedi did. When he was told to write one specifically for the game [Knights of the Old Republic], Gaider reversed the existing Jedi Code and complemented it with a Sith philosophy partly inspired by Mein Kampf, the 1925 infamous autobiographical manifesto written by the Nazi leader Adolf Hitler." (wookiepedia)

Here's a fun fact about the Sith code that I wish was known more widely!

[siriuslydandy]

Remember, kids: there's no such thing as too much.

[catboyolli]

If i was a sea bunny and you were a sea bunny would you chill next to me???

...... i didn't know sea bunnies were a thing but of course! here we are plus some unknown friends (or maybe foes?)

[cononeillbreastingboobily]

Is a name day different from a birthday

Yeah, and quite significantly so!

See this here? It's what the card from a typical tearaway calendar looks like in Poland. This one is from March 5th 2001. At the bottom you will see a bunch of names listed. That's who celebrates their name day on March 5th.

In countries that are more or less deeply Christian, a name day is a celebration connected to the saint whose name you're carrying, and not the day of your birth. Throughout the year a lot of the more popular names (in Poland that's for example Anna and Piotr) pop up on multiple days, so then a person who has such a name has more days for celebration to choose from. Though usually there were so many saints that most names pop up several times of the year. Still, certain names are generally tied to particular days at least symbolically - 14th of February is the day of Saint Valentine (Walenty; we call the holiday Walentynki) and 31st od December is the day of Saint Sylvester (Sylwester; that's why in Poland new year's eve is commonly known as Sylwester).

The celebration of a name day varies from family to family, though in more traditional families there's usually a small party; it's usually an affair for family and close friends. There can be cake and small gifts like flowers and sweets involved. But again, that depends.

[lonelyvomit]

Axolotils, Platypus, Narwhals, there's some really weird animals put there just existing 😂

axolotls look so stupid 😭🤲 personally I'm also a huge fan of pangolins. mf said Imma look like a pinecone and then did. iconic 😌✨

[nozomimi01]

i should just make an art sideblog where i'll post twice a year lmao

[lets-steal-an-archive]

this part seemed relevant to this blue hellsite ⤵️

It's safe to say that a bunch of people bonding over 100-year-old recipes is not what typically comes to mind when you imagine TikTok food content. But, also, Hollis's current online popularity isn't solely thanks to TikTok. He's also attracted a sizable fandom on the sometimes forgotten, but immensely powerful corner of the internet known as Tumblr. In fact, he's so popular that, in April, he entered into the site's top-20 list of web celebrities, according to Cates Holderness, head of editorial at Tumblr. Holderness told Eater the spike was likely because Hollis did a live video where he finally acknowledged his growing fandom on Tumblr.

"It was really funny to see people freaking out in an excited way, like, 'Oh my gosh, this guy that we love has acknowledged us and thanked us in this really sweet and sincere way'," she said. "He's aware that the Tumblr audience is there, but he's very nervous to interact with it."

Hollis's videos are regularly downloaded from TikTok and re-uploaded on Tumblr, where they have long, very viral second lives, which is actually common for popular TikTok, in general. But, according to Holderness, the thing that really ignited Hollis's fandom on the platform was a text post from 2021 written by a user named @thestuffedalligator. It was shared 25,000 times and reads:

The main thing I get from Dylan Hollis cooking old recipes is this:

Recipes from the 1910s and the Great Depression are great, and I suspect it's because they were made by someone with limited resources. But they found a way to make something good, maybe even something fantastic with those limited resources, and they wanted to write it down and share with their friends so that they could also make something out of saltines and potatoes. Recipes from the 1910s and the Great Depression are written down and shared in love.

The recipes you should fear come from the 1950s and 1960s, which I'm pretty sure are written down and shared as a form of McCarthyism.

"The history side of Tumblr is a very large community," Holderness said. "So it's kind of not surprising that a lot of the recipes that he makes, the older recipes, from the '20s, from the Great Depression, tend to be very popular. The recipes that are either extremely good or extremely terrible, in general, get the most traction."

For what it's worth, Hollis agreed with @thestuffedalligator's post, saying the Great Depression recipes are his favorite and the ones from the '60s are his least favorite; though he doesn't think that McCarthyism is to blame for why recipes from that era are so inedible. Instead, he thinks it was because bringing Jell-O to a potluck was a way to signify that you had enough money to own a refrigerator, and gelatin was marketed to women as a way to stay slim.

[crawlingalloverme]

Zoinks........guess I should have kept that to myself

[spnscripthunt]

3.12 Jus in Bello

Script (3rd Writer's Draft):

*Tim Surette (January 30, 2008). "TV.com Q&A: More #Supernatural talk with Eric Kripke". TV.com.

TV.com: It sounds like you changed the order of the episodes.

Eric Kripke: We actually flip-flopped the order of our last two episodes. "Jus in Bello" is the one that's going to premiere last. So "Jus in Bello" is going to be on the 21st, and "Mystery Spot" is going to be on the 14th. We moved "Jus in Bello" to last because it's such a big episode for us. And Phil Sgriccia, who directed some of our best episodes, like "Hollywood Babylon," he's directing this episode and it's just has an epic sweep to it. It's really on point with the demon mythology that we said we should slug this last and use it as a jerry-rigged season climax, in case we don't come back this season.

So basically it climaxes the Agent Hendrickson storyline; he finally catches up to the guys and we end that storyline once and for all. This FBI guy's been after the boys for two years now, so that's a big move. All season we've been promising this demon war, but due to the fact that we don't have $20 million dollars an episode, we really have to pick and choose when we're going to show the battles of that war. And this is one of them. This is one of the really first skirmishes of that battle, and as we were planning our seasonwide strategy, we were planning to get more and more into the war in the second half of the season. And "Jus in Bello" will be a taste of that. Of course, little did we know that there wasn't really going to be a second half [laughs].

[spaceman-mm]

An easy way to save your nerves

Don't try to change people. Don't waste time arguing with those who disagree. You will lose a bunch of neurons before you understand the simple truth.

Your interlocutor has come a long way in the formation of beliefs. He does not just voice his position - this was preceded by a ton of processed information. Exactly the same as yours.

Therefore, if the subject of the dispute is not significant, just absorb the negative and move away - do really important things.

[asheanon]

Second WIP of this one, featuring a closeup. 💜

[chouettecrivaine]

dead woman walking

Fandom: @shepherds-of-haven ! A little drabble of my MC who I have grown unexpectedly attached to and now she dances around in my head all of the time

Characters: Trouble/OC

Notes: 1.6k, angst, depressing introspection, the world's most OVERDRAMATIC girl has the most OVERDRAMATIC kiss

Summary: Lark has decided that the best course of action is to go on the mission alone, even if fatality is certain. She plans to leave in the middle of the night when nobody can stop her, but first there are some feelings she needs to put to rest.

Even if the trip from her room to Trouble's was familiar, Lark couldn't help but slow her steps as reticence pulled against her on every step. The magelights lining the hallway, for once, didn't seem as warm and homey as before - instead, Lark could only focus on that one spot of darkness between each fixture. It didn't matter how far the warm light stretched; the shadows always made their way to her.

She stopped just outside the door to Trouble's room, standing perfectly still and taking a deep breath. In the stillness, time didn't exist to her. Lark could pretend that she wasn't heading off to her final battle, a one-woman army marching straight into extinction. Maybe this was the battle she was created for - or maybe she was damning everyone by throwing herself away when she knew her reality couldn't be remade. Either way, the thought hollowed out her body and filled it with ice, the way she had been before. Somehow, Lark always knew she was going to die alone. At least this way, she could save anybody that she had tricked into caring for her from riding straight into the maws of death for her sake.

Lark had made peace with it, as much as she could. Her time in the Shepherds had reminded her all too well how to want to live, but blind hope wasn't something she had been able to afford for a while. This was her last stand, and she could accept that. It was bound to happen eventually in this line of work. There was just one thing she needed to do - one box left to check - before she could leave her loose ends in the hands of others.

Finally composed, Lark turned and knocked on the solid door, each in rapid succession of the last. Her heart thundered in her chest, pounding against her ribcage and rising into her throat with every beat. Her mouth went dry, though she couldn't figure out exactly why. She heard a soft shuffling on the other side of the door and forced herself to swallow, determined to keep up with her own façade. 

Trouble opened the door, more alert than Lark had expected, and gave her a friendly once-over. Despite not being bleary-eyed and half asleep, he still blinked a few times as if to make sure it was Lark in front of him. Easily, he smiled at her, unsuccessful in keeping his gaze covert as it lingered on her untied hair. During the day, Lark kept it in two braids circled around her head and pinned closely to her skull. She only ever kept her hair down when she was sleeping, and the few times Trouble had seen it, he'd been silently fascinated. Without fail, the attention would send a wave of excitement through her body, but now her apprehension was too strong for even that to shine through. Still, she smiled back at him.

"What're you doing here, Birdie?" Trouble asked, leaning casually against the doorframe. He only stood there for a moment before hurrying to make room for Lark. "Oh, I mean, you're welcome to come in. If you want."

Lark shook her head. "No, that's alright. I just needed to tell you something important."

Though he kept the mood light, Lark noticed how Trouble's face immediately softened. She noticed that when he was happy to see her - so, normally - his eyes seemed to sparkle as if the golden rings around his pupils were pure ore. Now, everything was warm seawater and honey. "Of course. You can tell me anything."

Lark's heart stopped beating, only to grow so quickly she thought it might burst out of her chest. God, she wanted to stay. An overwhelming affection flooded her senses, choking her up and forcing her feelings to well behind her eyes. Lark gripped at her nightshirt, trying to blink away the tears before they became too obvious. She thought heartbreak was supposed to be a shattering of glass as someone tossed her heart aside; maybe it could be your own heart tearing at the seams and spilling out all the love you were foolish enough to hide, too.

"Well, I have to tell you the second half later." At the end of her sentence, her voice trembled, and she covered it up with a shaky laugh. Trouble didn't seem to notice.

"Alright, then what's the first half?"

A beat of silence passed.

Then another.

Lark wasn't normally the type to be at a loss for words. She never felt comfortable unless she had a plan at hand to lie her way out of - or into - a situation. But Trouble made her honest, and the truth didn't seem survivable in that moment. Not if it was to be spoken aloud in a voice that would hurt Trouble the most.

So she stepped forward instead, brought her hands to his face, and pulled him down to her height so she could kiss him.

For a brief, terrifying second, Trouble went entirely rigid. Lark couldn't tell if he was staring at her, bewildered, or if his brow was furrowed as he tried to figure out how he got in that position. It didn't matter, because both were endearing, and neither would have stayed for long. His surprise melted away and his arms wrapped around her back, holding her close against his body. Lark almost sagged in relief.

Beneath her gentle hands, she felt his face gradually warm, certainly a few shades darker than before. In fact, she could feel his warmth all over, radiating from him and almost burning where their skin touched. In this moment, she could have anything she wanted, and she could delude herself into thinking it would last. In this moment, Lark was safe. Loved.

She wasn't ready for Trouble to pull away, yet he did. It was only an inch, and the many questions he undoubtedly had died on his tongue, but she could feel it. The ground was fracturing beneath her, and reality was swallowing her whole. Lark could only think of two things, and their certainty dug into her like claws: she loved him, and she was going to die.

So, even if it was selfish, she pressed her lips against his again, desperate and rough and scared. This kind of emotion, passionate and raw, was more up Trouble's alley. He kept her ferocity, yet held her with the care he'd give glass, like she was to be wrapped up and kept safe forever. Maybe he should've. Or maybe he should have kissed her breathless. It would have been a far kinder fate - but her fate was never meant to be kind.

Lark hoped that he could tell in the way she held his face, in the ease with which she leaned into him. If she was worth protecting, he was worth cherishing, and even if she never said it she hoped he knew. Trouble was always dense, but he had his moments. Now that she realized simply wanting him wasn't enough, had never been enough, there was nothing she could do but hope he was getting it now, and ignore her desire to stay ripping through her soul.

When they parted for a second time, neither of them said anything as they tried to catch their breath. Lark kept her lips parted, knowing that if she closed them it would be too obvious that she was trembling. Trouble didn't realize it,but even through his crimson fluster he was positively giddy. It was almost enough to convince Lark to stay.

But that was dangerous thinking. So she slowly untangled herself from him, her fingertips trailing down his shoulders and to his arms until there was nowhere left untouched. As he sorted his thoughts, Trouble's arms fell slack to his sides, a metal filament falling when the magnet attracting it moved away. Lark bit her tongue.

"So, uh…what does…this mean?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck if only for something to do. Bashfulness wasn’t something Trouble was well acquainted with, yet he couldn’t look Lark in the eyes all the same. 

“That’s the second half,” She answered quietly. “I’ll have to tell you later.”

Trouble narrowed his eyes in the way he did when he knew Lark was keeping something from him. Void of any heat or anger, it was more of a way to make her feel guilty than get her to actually admit anything. But he let it go. This was something they had been dancing around for a long time; a little while longer wouldn’t hurt.

Clearing her throat, Lark reluctantly backed away from Trouble and towards the door, keeping her eyes on him. It was difficult to swallow and even harder to breathe, yet she twisted the handle anyway. The hallway air rushed in, cold enough to send goosebumps down her arm. The moment she left this room, it’d be the beginning of the end.

Just before she turned around completely, Trouble interrupted her. Looking at him over her shoulder, Lark could tell that he was worried about her. “You can stay, if you want. You’ve done it before.”

An arrow of regret shot through her chest. “No thanks. I need some time to calm down.”

Trouble chuckled at that, muttering something small and proud about the effect he seemed to have on her. Then, lifting his head, he nodded once and let Lark take two steps backwards, his gaze undeniably fond. “I’ll collect you tomorrow, then. We can go to breakfast together.”

Lark nodded once, firmly, and put on her best, brightest smile. “I’d like that.”

It wasn’t a lie, not entirely. She would like that.

If only she’d be alive to do it.

[neonnoir-ao3]

I’ve been listening to your Showtime playlist and ahhh! I love it!! It really fits them. Also, if you’re taking some recs I have a good one! If not, sorry. Fell free to ignore

AHHH I'm so glad you like it!!! 💙💙💙💙

And yes, I do take requests into consideration! It's slightly tailored to my fic Community Gardens and the themes it focuses on, so not all Showtime-relevant songs will appear on it for that reason.

Believe it or not, I didn't add this specific song sooner is because I've got it on another character playlist! For a character with a, uh, very contrasting vibe...

(*shameless plug*)

But regardless, I agree: the vibes and lyrics fit enough to add it! :)