winterinhimring

[winterinhimring]

Much oof.

Also, every single scene where Bradley mentions “his son” is so much creepier now.

I decided to rewatch at least the highlights of FMAB now that the plot has had time to sink in, so I can look for all the foreshadowing I didn't know the meaning of the first time around, and promptly got blindsided by Hughes being alive. :'((((

OOF

[winterinhimring]

If that’s possible, it would go very very badly. I think this only works (as a break-it-faster-but-not-worse concept, at least) if Bradley actually dies. I guess it’a 50/50 if freezing will actually kill him, because he doesn’t have the same healing factor as the other homunculi but he can still take more punishment than a regular human. Freezing and then blowing up probably would, but I have doubts about an alliance with Kimblee lasting that long.

FMAB break-it-differently-and-faster concept: Kimblee decides to work with Isaac the Freezer because an opportunity for murder is an opportunity for murder. Isaac succeeds in freezing over Central Command, killing Bradley. Kimblee fights a Homunculus, creating an enormous scene. Father's entire plot comes out two years (?) early.

Tell me this wouldn't fix an astonishing number of things. (Would anyone be happy about this? Doubtful. But I think it could work.)

[winterinhimring]

FMAB break-it-differently-and-faster concept: Kimblee decides to work with Isaac the Freezer because an opportunity for murder is an opportunity for murder. Isaac succeeds in freezing over Central Command, killing Bradley. Kimblee fights a Homunculus, creating an enormous scene. Father's entire plot comes out two years (?) early.

Tell me this wouldn't fix an astonishing number of things. (Would anyone be happy about this? Doubtful. But I think it could work.)

[winterinhimring]

You need a drop spindle. I've used them; it's quite meditative and soothing and it's not too hard to learn how.

🤔

I'm starting to think I need a drop spindle.

[winterinhimring]

Mando'a Etymology: What Exactly Is A Shabuir?

Linguistics is a hobby of mine, and fictional linguistics especially so. While I refrain from using profanity myself, I find it interesting what makes a word taboo, because it changes based on culture, history, and context; sometimes even on intent. All of which is to say, Mando'a expletives interest me, specifically the worst one, because I think the most common interpretation of what it means is wrong.

It's fairly clear in RepComm that shabuir is meant to be the Mando'a counterpart of the English word for Oedipal relations, in terms of impact when spoken. The official translation is "jerk, but much stronger". The English counterpart is a taboo because incest is a taboo, but the English word specifically refers to a man who sleeps with his mother (though it's applied to more than just men). I don't think Mando'a would have the same etymology, because Mando'a would not place the taboo of incest on the child.

So what does the Mando "queen-mother of all dirty words" mean?

Shab is clearly a perjorative in its own right. However, I see no particular reason to believe that it's at all connected to sex, apart from the fact that the English word which carries similar weight is. Mandalorians don't seem to have the cultural history around sex that we do in the West, so why would their swear words refer to it? Sex isn't unimportant to individual Mandalorians, but it's not nearly as much of an object of focus in their culture as it is in ours today. They're much more interested in lifelong bonds, on the whole, be they brotherly or romantic.

Buir, of course, means "parent", which I think is why most people translate shabuir the way they do. The most important bond in Mandalorian culture is the parent-child bond, and the most shameful thing that could happen to any Mandalorian is to be declared dar'buir (that is, be rejected by their children). This, to me, suggests a different likely meaning for their worst insult: not child who would commit incest with a parent, but, in the strongest and most perjorative terms known to Mandalorians, bad parent. Probably abusive parent. I suspect that the most literal English translation would be something along the lines of child-beater or one who abuses their child, causing permanent trauma.

@bardan-jusik, what are your thoughts on this?

[winterinhimring]

Obviously defer to your bride-to-be's taste, but I would say belt loops (as a woman who wears skirts similar in design, if not pattern). That way you can be tactical or you can be fancy or you can just be tired that day.

So- while I was buying stuff for camo patterning there was a family of classic “homeschool” girls looking at the camo cloth at the store, this brought up a cursed thought that I just had to edit into existence:

tactical circle skirts. (images stolen from Linennaive on etsy and edited)

[winterinhimring]

The Strength To Be The Villain

This one’s not a prompt, this is a flashback to me being very frustrated that Season One of the Flash, when it first came out, was a bit less complex and interesting than I hoped it would be. This is where *I* hoped it was going. 

—

“Charlatan.” 

“Atalanta.” 

It wasn’t like the usual confrontation, that was immediately obvious. Atalanta had ‘foiled’ (or ‘inconvenienced’ as Charlatan preferred to think of it) any number of times. But this was different. She looked… tired, and the speedster almost never looked tired. Her shoulders were slumped. Even the gleaming silver trim on her costume looked dull. 

Many villains would have attacked, then, but many villains weren’t exactly great thinkers. Charlatan relaxed slowly, folding her arms and giving Atalanta a thoughtful look. “All right,” Charlatan said slowly. “Let’s talk.” Atalanta blinked, and Charlatan shrugged. “I’m good at reading people, you know that.” 

“I should.” Atalanta laughed wearily. Charlatan’s stock in trade was manipulation, trickery, and deception - and you couldn’t be good at manipulating people if you couldn’t read them. Then, to Charlatan’s surprise, the younger woman pushed her mask back, letting her face show. “Charlatan, I need your help.” 

Charlatan blinked. “Why on earth would I help you?” 

Atalanta spread her hands. “Self-interest. Sheer and unadulterated.” 

“… I’m listening.” 

Keep reading

[winterinhimring]

You entered a forest filled with monsters. The exit constantly moves, you don’t age in the forest. When exiting, one person must stay unless they are the only one in the forest. Many a time you found the exit but let others leave. For the first time, someone asks how long you’ve been here.

[winterinhimring]

social media relativity within the average 10k+ note post on this site: a new theory i’ve been working on

[winterinhimring]

The Three Warriors Of Renown

I’m sorry about the long absence - my chronic health issues flared up badly, and other things piled on top of that. Chronic pain is a real creativity-killer, and not being able to sit at a computer for more than 20 minutes doesn’t help either.

This story is a result of going to see Shang Chi, which is a fantastic movie and a beautiful paean to momentum - physical, emotional, literary and narrative. Poetry in motion is a phrase often used, but never more richly deserved. It also reminded me of a very old trope that I haven’t addressed - the Secret Sanctuary, where  the Ancient Way is taught or the Ancient Artifact is guarded or the Doorway To The Dead Realms lies or whatever.  It’s always hidden, usually in the mountains. (Hogwarts qualifies as a subversion of this trope)

So… what if the person who showed up was looking for something else entirely, or was, at least, open to reason?

#

There were once three great warriors, and no one who stood against them ever defeated them. They rose to lead a great army, and at last that army reached the sea, and there was nothing left for them to conquer.

The first looked back at the land they had conquered, and said “This is enough. I desire no more.”

The second looked at the trees that grew near the beach, and said “I will not stop here. I will build a great boat, and find new lands.”

But the third warrior looked at both the sea and the land, and then turned away. “I am weary of fighting,” she said. “I will go another way.” And she walked away, down the beach, and did not heed their calls after her.

She walked, following the water’s edge. The sea led her to an inlet, the inlet to a river, the river to a stream, and at last she found herself in a place she did not know, which she and her comrades had never conquered. It was a peaceful valley, lush and green, and the people who lived there came out to meet her.

“What is this place?” she asked them.

“This is the Valley of Flowers,” they told her. “Few find their way here, for it is a secret place. What were you seeking, that you came here?”

“I sought something new,” she said, looking around her with interest. “I was weary of fighting, and wished to do something else. What do you do here?”

“We farm,” they told her.

So for three years, she joined in the toil of farming, from planting to tending to harvest. She herded beasts, and fed them, and was at peace.

At the end of the three years, she went to the head of the village, who was very old and wise, and said “I am not a farmer. This is not the right work for me. What else do you do here?”

“We make,” the village head told her. “Try making.”

So for seven years she made. She learned to spin, and weave, and sew. She learned to tan leather and make shoes and other things from it. She learned to craft wood, and clay, and metal. She built, and mended, and shaped.

At the end of the seven years, she went to the head of the village again. “I have learned all the crafts of making that are practiced in this valley,” she said. “I am not very good at any of them. They are not what I am looking for. What else do you do in this valley?”

Keep reading

[winterinhimring]

A human takes their dog out to play fetch on the moors. The dog disappears into the mist as they chase the stick, and when they come back they’re proudly carrying a sword instead of a stick.

Where did the dog get the sword and what destiny have they unlocked?

[winterinhimring]

Text: They fell from the sky each winter, burning and beautiful, disoriented, and hungry. 

[winterinhimring]

the best thing about tumblr is that you can watch a show and then you come here and someone has made a gifset of it and you can put it on your blog like a sticker in a journal

[winterinhimring]

The Wolf in the Mountains

In the old days, the beginning days, there was a warlord who had made himself a king by conquest. That king had a son, and in time that son became a king, and he was not content with his father’s little kingdom. So he, too, set out to conquer, and his armies were mighty. And among his armies was a warleader who was better than all the others, a man skilled and cunning, fearsome with an axe and unwearying in battle.  All fell before him, and he was called the Hound of the King, for he was ever loyal, and fought only at his king’s command.

At last the king sent for this warleader, and showed him the great mountains that bounded his kingdom on one side. “The great pass,” he said, “is still held by the mountain people, the little tribes who cling to the old ways and call no man king. I will give you an army, and when you take the great pass for me, I will name you Jarl of that country, and you will answer only to the king.”

This greatly pleased the warleader, for he was a man of low birth, though a great soldier, and moreover, he was of the blood of the mountain people by his mother, and it suited him that a man of the mountains should rule the mountain tribes.

Keep reading

[winterinhimring]

Spy x Family – Chapter 57

[winterinhimring]

@odessa-edmundson you collect bears, right?

Ah these children who always create problems for poor mothers....