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she/her, ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ, fangirling indiscriminately, 18+

Part 1 of my Bottomji Big Bang art!!! I had the honor and pleasure of working with Aubs for her fic. You want pining??? You want romantic heartfelt gifts??? You want seemingly unrequited requited love?? You want sexual awakenings via scandalous exposed skin??? Then please give it a read!!

Actually, ancient glass, having been rather neglected by archaeology for decades, is a pretty exciting topic in scholarship right now. The main thing is that glass persistsโ€“itโ€™s very stable. After fabric rots and metal turns to a scrap of rust, there will lie a necklace, still scattered across a chest that itself has turned mostly to earth.ย 

Bead typologies, for example (that is, the classification of different styles/shapes/decorative motifs/colors) can allow scholars to trace trade routes, as they study the distributions of different bead types over time and geography. Glass production is kinda industrial in nature, not like spinning or beer that make good cottage industries. It was often produced in one place, and then sold on to artisans elsewhere, and then the beads themselves were traded across entire continents.ย 

Chemical analysis of the glass can do even more to trace routes, since different compositions and incidence of different mineral contaminants can allow archaeologists to trace glass production to individual sites, thousands of years after the fact. Itโ€™s dizzying, really.

The downside is that for a long time, archaeologists regarded beads as unimportant trinkets, and antiquities dealers understood that they were easy to take and easy to move. So an awful lot of the most exceptional beads we have from the distant past spent time in private collections or uncategorized drawers somewhere in a museum back room, so theyโ€™ve lost much of what we could have learned from their original provenance. Maybe weโ€™ll be able to turn new analytical tools on some of these to reconstruct more of their past.

This is one of the nerdiest posts Iโ€™ve made on this site; why does it have notes? I love you. What the fuck.

We tumblr users are like a flock of magpies. We see shiny we inspect shiny then we take the shiny with us. Telling us about ancient shiny things is the best thing you could ever do to boost your post into heavens, just like the shiny thing we are carrying in our beaks right now.

TERF WARS

I wrote JK Rowling a letter when I was a little girl, asking to play Hermione in the Harry Potter movie. The nerdy witch. Justice-monger. Shame and self-doubt had started to snake their way through me, but weren't yet my veins. It was safe then to beg boons of St. Joanne. Mother Christmas. "Miracle" wasn't a slurโ€“hadn't she taught us to be plucked from obscurity? Hadn't she made magic real?

Unplucked, I hit high school, where despite owls and broomsticks, the reality was that I wasn't the right kind of girl: Awkward. Too smart. Too angry. My body clung to me like a slur, meanwhile Joanne SPEWed her punchlines: A witch who believes in sharing power?! I had no power. I only felt safe while shrinking. I shed baby fat like the skin of a snake,

and couldn't think who taught me the trick. My mind writhed like a snake. Hermione got a makeover to ready her for love, her worth made real. Joanne said: at my age, she could've been conned to seek a safety only gettable in the body of a boy. Not me. I was indelible. I'd die of girl before I stopped being one, like the girls who were told which they were and rebelled. Like the boys Joanne slurs

as lost girls. Joanne's three-quarter prose drowned Hermione in a slurry of girlboss: memory-muddler. Perfect prime minister. A snake licked my ears since 11, and now in the base of my brainstem, a witch peddles poisons. Joanne says the things in your head aren't real just because you know them. She says struggling. That girls are at risk of erasure, because it's un-safeโ€“

and worse, unpopularโ€“to be one. St. Joanne wants a safe world for women, so she causes with people who think I'm a slur. She says, "The system, surgery, easy fix, poor girls who do not conform." She parcels her tongue, snakelike, each poison pill small and swallowable. She knows 'real' lies between my legs. She thinks she is only burning witches;

but her cruelties sear me too. Don't you get it? Hurt one witch and her sisters scream. Joanne says protect, but I've never felt safe in her sanctum. I keep smelling flames. I run to my real coven, my story-slurred sisters. Joanne says that bigot's a slur, but to her it's a badge. It admits her to the parliament of snakes. All in the name of protecting 'real' girlsโ€“

Well, spare me your cherishing. My witch-womb rejects you. I pronounce your sanctimony slurred,

your safe, a stake to the heart. You think we're the same, but Joanne: I don't caucus with snakes. You made magic

once, but what you call love isn't real. It's a nuclear bomb, shedding ash through the years onto all us wicked girls.

-Elisa Chavez

look, i'm sorry to say it, but if you really truly want to see more queer representation in media, you're going to need to be okay with seeing representation that you don't relate to at all. you need to be okay with media that has queer characters but none who share your specific identity. you need to be okay with media that has queer characters who do share your identity but who you find completely unrelatable. this is because you are not the only queer person on the planet and queer people who are not you, including queer people who you share no similarities with besides your queerness, deserve to see themselves represented.

you also need to be okay with media that shows a queer experience that you personally find uncomfortable. it's okay if you hate coming out stories, but other people find them valuable, so they need to exist. it's okay if you're a masc trans guy and you feel uncomfortable seeing femme transmasc characters, but femme transmascs do exist in real life and also deserve to see themselves represented. it's okay if you're uncomfortable with queer stories that involve cheating or abusive/toxic relationships or queer characters who are not good people, but other people find a lot of meaning in those stories, so you need to be okay with the fact that they exist.

please stop calling out creatorsโ€”particularly queer creatorsโ€”for writing queer representation that you don't personally relate to. if you want every queer person to be able to feel represented in media and if you want every queer creator to be able to make the stories they want to tell, you're going to have to learn to accept that some stories will feel completely unrelatable to you, and that's okay, and it doesn't mean those stories are "problematic" or "bad representation"

honestly frodoโ€™s journey is so wild

like, imagine your uncle goes missing after his birthday party, and his old stoner friend from out of town tells you the souvenir he brought back from a vegas trip 80 years ago is actually satanโ€™s mood ring and now zombie assassins are coming to burn down your town unless you and your lawn guy meet up with medieval hozier in a dark gastropubโ€ฆ

This is the funniest synopsis of lotr Iโ€™ve ever seen

Fear and Loathing in Lothlorian.

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๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ

Tiny forest for your dash

๐Ÿฟ๏ธ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ•ท๏ธ

wildlife returning to your dash :)

๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿฆ†๐ŸŒฟ๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿธ๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒณ

Look, there's a small river crossing your dash!

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โ›ฐ๏ธโ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๏ธ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒฒ๐Ÿโ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒฒ๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿ”๏ธโ›ฐ๏ธ

We're coming up on a mountain range

๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒปโ˜˜๏ธ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿต๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒผ๐Ÿฆโ˜˜๏ธ๐ŸŒปโ˜˜๏ธ๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿต

Meadow!

๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿฌ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐ŸŒด

Slowly reaching the coast!

โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธโ˜๏ธ๐Ÿฆโ˜๏ธโ˜๏ธ๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ‡โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿฆ‹โ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒค๏ธ

Into the sky

๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿš€โ˜„๏ธ๐ŸŒŒ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒŒ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒ ๐Ÿ›ธ

Made it to space!

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โ˜ข๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฅโ˜„๏ธ

i killed you all.

๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿ”ฅ

and yet, life remains

๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชจโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿชจ

the fire died out. weโ€™re recovering

๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ

Tiny forest for your dash