the tumblrina is, by nature, unemployed in spirit — even when trapped in her place of employment, encumbered with obligations, she disregards them, firing off mediocre posts across all subject matters at great speed. thus posting is revealed not as a ritualistic-spiritual practice, as theorised by historians in previous eras, with less access to source material, but rather as the (strikingly contemporary!) 21st century laborer’s attempt to break free of the shakles of alienation, even if only for a moment. even a zero note post is fifteen minutes not spent on admin, as some of the primary sources remark.
[image description: tweet by Netchimen’s Reverie that reads “Tolkien describing places that are evil: no trees grow there” /end description]
This is doubtless because of his experience of the trenches in the Great War.
Like, this is what things looked like to soldiers who fought in that war (image in black and white of a solitary soldier walking across a muddy wasteland pocked with puddles):
Here’s Delville Wood, the site of a battle in 1916 (sepia image of a wasteland dotted with broken and dead trees):
Here’s an image from the Battle of the Somme, in which Tolkien participated (image of soldiers standing above and inside a trench or earthwork in a grey wasteland; smoke from artillery is on the horizon)
So yeah: no trees = evil was Tolkien’s own direct lived experience. It’s precisely why Mordor and the wastelands around it look like they do in his books.
the plateau of gorgoroth, the heartland of mordor, is described as being scarred by countless pits dug by orcs
the true seat of evil is full of foxholes and trenches
There’s a lesson to be learned here.
I hope Tolkien would be happy to learn that a hundred years on, trees grow again here:
i have naturally acidic sweat. it’s a family thing
we have already. They don’t know exactly what is up with it, other than the sweat being slightly more acidic than normal and the acidic mantle being thicker and Way more acidic than normal, but it doesn’t seem to have anything to do with acidosis. As far as we have tested, our family has had this since at least my great grandpa, and the guy lived to be 93 years old.
What the fuck.
op is a xenomorph descendant from that one time ripley fucked the queen
Because in its younger days it used to have RGB lights:
Some of them still work, when they want:
Though I’ve long forgotten how to change the color settings
NEVERMIND I JUST REMEMBERED HOW
Imagine trying to claim op is wasteful for using a plastic keyboard after they show off something that looks like it belongs at Old Friends Senior Keyboard Sanctuary.
Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it’s the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.
i think everyone needs to get into wildlife identification it’s like a minigame for real life
what are you talking about? you can say this about any activity. you should get into fishing it’s like a fishing minigame for real life
you’re so right fishing IS a fishing minigame for real life. I’m gonna go play the eating lunch minigame. maybe later I’ll play the bedtime minigame. where’s your whimsy
oh it’s all a big joke to you isn’t it. i’ll have you know that this sort of thinking is what caused the gulf war not to take place
“there are only two sexes, it’s literally third grade biology!” and pronouns are taught in kindergarten and you dont seem to understand those either
ok its literally this
this is why, when someone tells me “there are only two sexes, it’s basic biology!” my favorite response is to ask “what, you never made it to advanced biology?” like don’t load the gun and then hand it to me lmao
Something that helps me stick to this is making a two-video youtube playlist that has a 1-hour timer then a stretching video. I have it loop infinitely in the background for as long as I write.
when i say i like hiking, i don’t mean “eight mile backpacking trip with special gear and an emergency beacon” sort of hiking, i mean a three mile loop to go look at pretty things and then a huge brunch after.
this is in no way a slam on hardcore hiking, it’s very fun, but i mostly just need to lower people’s expectations when i say hiking is a hobby of mine
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