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Sneha Solanki  ‘The Lovers’

Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.

A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.

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[ID: Two computers facing each other, connected to one another, on rectangular platforms. The room is backlit in red. End ID.]

[image description: The starkly black and white profile of a gorgeous Black woman lit very brightly from the front, but looking toward the viewer. She's seen against a white background and surrounded by a sharp black border with thin gold lines. Text reads, “16, QUEEN QATAR, the small god of SIDE EYE”]

She is with you even now.  It is rare for a small god to be omnipresent; their limitations keep them confined to their own spheres, unable to act outside them, save in the most extreme of circumstances.  But for Queen Qatar, that sphere is vast as the scope of human experience. Even when you stand alone, she is there, watching, assessing, and judging what you do.

She is with the novelist who writes of woman as if they are nothing more than a delivery vessel for their luscious, bouncing, perfect breasts, untouched by any gravity.  She is with the suburban mother as she brags of the “ancient secrets” that she learned from her health food store, allowing her to “lose the baby weight” faster than her doctor thought was possible.  And she is with that doctor when he refuses to treat another woman’s actual complaint, focusing instead on her weight, claiming that her sinus infection will clear right up if she just starts an exercise program and loses fifty pounds.

Queen Qatar sees it all, and she very rarely approves.

She is judgmental, but she is kind.  She does not turn her eyes on those who do their best, even when that best is by any objective standard terrible.  She is here to judge, not to oppress. Children are not exempt from her sphere, and can attract her attention long before their parents believe them capable of such malfeasance, but neither are children her primary burden.

She is with the bigots and the racists, with the homophobic and the fatphobic and those who stand in their own glass houses with arms all full of rocks.  She is with us all, and if we err, she will turn her eye against us, and she will remind us that we are only mortal, while she is so much more.

Do not fear her wrath.  Fear her disapproval.

Artist Lee Moyer (The Doom That Came to Atlantic City, Starstruck) and author Seanan McGuire (Middlegame, Every Heart a Doorway) have joined forces to bring you icons and stories of the small deities who manage our modern world, from the God of Social Distancing to the God of Finding a Parking Space.

Join in each week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many tiny divinities:

Another video from my trail cam archives, this time mother and daughter playing. The younger fox is the same one from the last video!

Play like this does have a practical purpose for young foxes, teaching them skills that help with things like hunting, but it’s no doubt also a lot of fun for them. Foxes remain very playful into adulthood so there’s clearly more to play than just building skills. 

Watch books rated according to how feral Sam Vimes acts

Guards! Guards!: Pretty low on the scale. He‘s still captain, pretty much powerless (or like Sybil puts it, „impotent“, ehem.) and hasn‘t really come into his full potential for feralness yet. Still takes the time to tell the patrician to shut up to his face and also threatens to shoot him. 4/10.

Men at arms: Higher than the previous but still nothing compared to later books. Poor sam‘s real depressed in this book, what with coping with an identity crisis as he prepares to retire. Still fuckin savage when he runs rings around the speciest aristocracy at that one dinner. Also when he reveals to the assassins that he owns the land their property is on. This book is the first example of the Platonic Ideal of sam vimes On The Chase, doing things like running through people‘s houses with his crossbow raised while tracking a murderer. I‘m on the fence about everything he does when he‘s possessed by the gonne because arguably that‘s not really *him*. Kudos for morphically resonating with judge dredd and screaming „I AM THE LAW“ though. 6/10

Feet of clay: Now we‘re TALKING. The whole bit where he leaves the assassin hanging from the roof of the dragon shed with a trick crossbow pointed at him? Pure poetry. Punches the assassin‘s guild leader in the face! Pretends to be the murderer for a solid five minutes when someone tries to frame him to flex on them. He burns down the fucking college of heralds! And, Of Course, the TRAGICALLY OFFSCREEN moment where he presumably enters a room full of people who have been plotting vetinari‘s death and Without A Word slams an AXE into the table. Absolutely Feral, give this man a medal – except ofc he‘d hate it if you did. 9/10.

Jingo: Not quite as feral as the previous book, but definitely peak “no fucks given” vimes. The number of times he openly mocks racists to their face is a++++. I feel like he tones himself down a bit bc he’s under the impression he needs to be the straight man to 71-hour Ahmed. Ofc he’s wrong. oh, sam, you are two sides of the same coin. Still, he’s in fine form – throwing Everything over board to make the ship they’re on go faster comes to mind. The part at the end where he spirals and nearly shoots the prince of klatch, also great. And we Cannot forget the part where he holds a hot coal in his hand without flinching to intimidate lord rust into leaving him alone. 8/10

The Fifth elephant: Where To Begin. The famous standoff in Vilinus pass that lead to the infamous “thirty men and a dog”? what a fucking champ. Successfully running away from werewolves in the uberwaldian winter, clad only in the Gloomy Trousers of Uncle Vanya? Killing a werewolf with his bare hands, seconds after falling over a waterfall? The way he takes out wolfgang? Also a smaller note, but a personal favourite, getting ready to fucking fight anyone who says anything bad about Cheery or Detritus? Love this guy. 10/10.

Night watch: He goes just fucking HAM in this one. I mean, you gotta give him a break, he’s under a lot of stress. The entire opening – the foiled assassin? Fighting carcer on the roof of UU? PEAK feral. Notable moments in past!Ankh-Morpork include breaking a Particular’s arm, taking him to the doctor and signing his name on the damn plaster cast. No i’m still not over that. Are YOU? Mistakenly uses a Cool Oneliner that won’t be relevant for another 5 years bc timetravel. Throws his sword at a wall so that it sticks just for The Drama. Tracks down a secret society by using his weird superpower of hyper-sensitive feet. Punches out young!lord rust, fulfilling decades’ worth of dreams. Fake ginger-beer torture. Kills the leader of the cable street particulars with a ruler. Molotovs the building. Goes so fucking wild during the final fight that ned coates assumes he timetravelled from some prehistoric murder-era. Runs around the city butt-ass naked because Clothes Are Not Important when your wife is in labour and you need a doctor. Absolutely feral. 13/10.

Thud!: “THIS! IS! NOT! MY! COW!” and everything that leads up to it. nuff said. 100000/10.

Snuff: Bless him, i feel like he’s finally found Equilibrium in this book. Or maybe it’s just because he’s on holiday. Whatever the cause he’s a Tiny bit more chill in this one. Note that this is just in comparison to the rest – this is still the book where he jumps on a river boat during a storm and tricks the murderer into revealing himself by handing him a crossbow, among Many other things. But a man’s got to give himself some time off, you know how it is. 8/10.

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reblog to give your mutuals tiny Chilean good luck pigs

I am Chilena!! 🇨🇱 and this is true, I have some myself!!

They don’t just come as a tiny pig, though. My mom has a really big one we use as a rice holder pot, and they can also be bigger, like this:

Chanchito < CHANCHO 🐷❤️

necesito CHANCHISIMO

We need to go back to using sailing ships full time like immediately. Yes it would take longer to get places but the Aesthetic is unmatched

Like there is nothing sexier hthan this

Can’t wait for OP to get scurvy

Are you under the impression that the ships themselves are what caused scurvy

Once again. Do you think this is the fault of the ships themselves