- 2 hours ago
IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT ; a two-and-a-half hour long playlist for the next time you’re just chilling in your gothic mansion on a stormy night.
For the perfect atmosphere in any weather, enjoy in combination with these:
Tracklisting beneath the cut.
(via mint-desu)Source: hallsofvalhalla
- 23 hours ago
- 1 day ago
"Listening to the timbre of the conversations at the Dane County Farmers Market, one of the largest in the country, you’d think the topic was vaccination or Gaza. “What exactly is in this scone?” “Are your emus happy? How much space do they have to roam free?” “When you say ‘flour’ on the label, what kind of flour is that?”
Yet food pantries remain full of the same canned pumpkin and expired boxed meals they always have. Obese people are shamed and told what to eat, while people deemed skinny enough to have an eating disorder are also shamed for not taking care of their “health.” There is a serious disconnect here that should tell anyone who’s paying attention that this is not about justice or health in any form––it is about vanity.
When asking the server how the animal being served was prepared, no one seems to wonder whether that server has basic health insurance or whether that server is affected by the fact that the restaurant industry has one of the highest rates of sexual harassment and lowest rates of pay. When waxing poetic about the “salt of the Earth” farmers from which they buy their unpasteurized milk, no one seems to worry that an estimated 10 percent of American farm workers are children. When pearl-clutching over the things we “don’t know” about GMOs, as Kavin pointed out, no one seems to be concerned about their presence in groceries found at Price Rite––only products sold at Whole Foods.
If you are not as concerned about the people handing you your food in the restaurant as you are about the pigs on the farm where it was grown, your approach is classist….If you start telling someone all about your new trendy diet or asking them about theirs without knowing if they have an eating disorder that may be triggered by your prattle, your approach is ableist. If you tsk-tsk at people who are overweight for what they are eating and claim you’re concerned about their health, yet you’re not actively campaigning to make healthy food more accessible and affordable, your approach is sickening and I don’t want you in my activism."
- 1 day ago
Candy Corn by York Photography
That seems like a great combo !
Oh man, that might actually get me to like candy corn. Also, it gives me an idea: Halloween themed trail mix!
1. Those chocolate cat cookies from TJ’s (black cats)
2. Candy corn, obvs
3. Pumpkin seeds
4. Dried apple, though I may be the only person in the world who actually enjoys it, oops
5. Candied ginger
This is a pretty sweet mix, but I’m struggling to think of something more savory that matches the seasonal theme and isn’t just a space-filler. As always, almonds make a great trek mix “background”.
- 1 day ago
When it comes to cooking, not everyone is at the same skill level
*gordon ramsay voice* what the fuck is this
You know, Tom, I don’t think you were very successful there. I’ve burnt PASTA. Like, from dried and in plenty of water to… disgustingly swollen and burnt on the bottom. The pot had to soak for days.
Now, that was when I was twelve and immersed in a book, and I do find the iron-pizza particularly alarming, but the coffeepot cooking and racket as strainer, while distasteful, are deeply ingenious so I can appreciate those, and the other things are just… horrifying accidents.
Of all of the things here, I’d really just advise against cooking or heating anything on an iron without aluminum foil between your food and the iron surface. Otherwise, go forth and innovate! Just, like, use some common sense, please.
(via dragonoffreedom)Source: pr1nceshawn
- 1 day ago
My mother once told me that trauma is like Lord of the Rings. You go through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like say having to drop the one ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They can sympathize sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. And they can’t be blamed, people are just like that, but that’s not how it works.
Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.
But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they we able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armor and used it to their advantage.
It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me, it is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what had been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate."
- 2 days ago
Let’s just imagine, shall we?
Rosethorn and Lark have just taken in these new “kids,” children chock full of nightmares and trust issues, children who are relearning how to have a home. And that’s all fine and dandy and great and whoop-de-do yay for doing their duty and all. But that means that their lovely little home has gone from empty to full. Four new charges means the ground floor bedrooms are all full. Lark and Rosethorn each have their own rooms, because they do take charges and because they both like having their own space. But two nights into their new arrangements and Rosethorn is absolutely done with having to sneak across her own damn kitchen just to get to Lark’s bed. She always forgets that having children around means no more touching in the kitchen, no more Lark’s arms sliding around her when she makes tea in the morning. No more coming in fresh from the garden to catch Lark still at work in her shop, squinting away because the silly bird forgot to light more lamps. No more getting distracted in the garden when Lark decides she needs a break (the cottage provides just enough cover if they are careful).
Maybe they sneak out sometimes, slipping away when the children are off with Niko. Lark teasing Rosethorn into admiring something other than a plant, Rosethorn getting excited and bubbly over how beautifully a tree has grown around a boulder. Lark dragging Rosethorn into the shadows of the outer wall to make out like teenagers.
Rosethorn getting cock-blocked by a bunch of kids is my favorite new headcanon.
(via bemusedlybespectacled)Source: mymyriadmusings
- 2 days ago
IM LAUGJING SO HARD the picture looks so sleek and professional with the lighting but ITS A SPOOKY DOG
I wasn’t concentrating on tumblr and when I first saw this I thought it was a swan
this is what we should be for Halloween, dlnsctt
a dog in a sheet
(via sirbluewave)Source: theronhumphrey.com
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