Sometimes I forget that my online life and my offline life are no longer separate. 

I mean, it’s mostly nigh on impossible to forget. My house is adorned with little trinkets and letters here and there, small treasures that have arrived in my PO box to be pinned on my fridge or added to my office wall (just in case you think I’m kidding). 

And also some not quite so small things, like the grain mill in my kitchen that lets me grind my own flours without the worry of cross contamination, to the literal grain I put into it and the food that I eat on a daily basis because when I couldn’t afford to feed myself safely, tumblr damn well made sure that I could. 

Even the gap in my crooked smile was enabled by an act of kindness that I’m still not entirely sure I deserved and live in terror of never being able to properly repay because without that surgery I’m not sure I’d still be here. You have, all of you, in a hundred, thousand tiny ways, contributed to the betterment of my life. 

But sometimes I forget. I forget that I’m posting often very personal things on this site and it’s open for everyone to look at. Like how I talk about my health. 

I do so openly because I hope it might help others, whether it’s to feel less alone or maybe recognize something they are also dealing with and prompt them to get the help they need. I refuse to be silent because I know what it is to be silenced.

I am not however, this honest about my health offline, or on social media platforms where my family are. It is, to put it simply, not safe to be open about my health and certain other parts of my life. 

So it’s always a little surreal to learn that someone from that part of my life has found my tumblr and they know. They know everything I do on here…and they still love me. 

That shouldn’t feel like as big a revolution as it does. Yet here we are. Crying into our cellphones at midnight because there’s one less person in your life you have to pretend you’re okay to.

This is fine. I’m okAy.


Chinese Grain Mill by Wolfgang Wiggers

<br /><i>Via Flickr:</i>
<br />I am not sure where and when these photographs had been taken. Some seem to be obviously japanese, others chinese. 

All the photographs were taken out of an album and were heavily faded, but could be digitally enhanced and cleaned up. Furthermore, some are only very small, as if they were contact prints. Since the photographs are likely to be made by a german soldier or sailor, I would suppose they were made in China, ca. 1910 (Tsingtao/Qingdao). But then, could it also be Manchuria in the 1930s? An alternative would bee that the pictures had been taken in China and Japan that is, the photographer had visited both countries. [ I will tag the following photographs (and previously posted ones from the same provenance) with “xyz”, so if you want to see all pictures from this set, just search my photostream for “xyz”]

My Burden: Part 2 of 2

Apologies for the wait. I hope this makes up for it. It didn’t come out as well as i expected so if it sucks my sincere apologies lol i’d understand. It’s unbetad cos i’m an impatient ass so all mistakes are my fault. anyways, I hope it’s alright. Many many thanks to everyone who enjoyed the first part, it truly means a lot that you liked it. 

My Burden

SUMMARY: Emma falls for the shy deckhand, Killian Jones. But secrets are soon revealed and Emma finds herself face to face with his Darker self. The fight to mend the two halves of this broken man begins.


“Dark One I summon thee.”

“You know…” the voice startled her, causing her to spin. “You didn’t have to say it aloud.” he informed from the chair he reclined in. “I could feel you calling for me… all the way from the other side of the kingdom.”

Emma took in his relaxed presence. Her heart hammered at his abrupt arrival, unsure of her herself now he was actually there. He smiled at her unease and seemed to relish in her observation of him.

“Why are you here?”

He chuckled at her outburst, slowly rising from his seat.

“You summoned me, love.”

“No. Why are you here? In this kingdom? Why now?” she demanded.

“I thought i’d been clear on our last meeting.” His voice was tender, softer than it had been before. His hand ghosted over her hair and tucked a strand behind her ear, brushing her cheek as he let it drop. “I want to know you, love. I want you to know me.”

His closeness overwhelmed her. She could feel power radiating off him and it made her skin hum.

“I know I’ve been on your mind, Emma.The same way you’ve been on mine.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as he came nearer. He’d been right. She hadn’t been able to get him out of her head and she couldn’t grasp why.

“I could feel your warmth, your happiness, your radiance, it sung to me and I’ve been captured by you. You feel it, don’t you? The pull between us.”

His hot breath caressed her cheek as he chuckled to himself. “That fool finally did something right for once in his sorry life. He brought you to me.”

Emma’s eyes flew open and she stepped back, abruptly breaking the trance he held over her.

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That’s the seven-story ConAgra grain mill, and it was detonated by 7-year-old Make-A-Wish kid named Max. Make-A-Wish flew Max and his family from California to the small town of Huron, Ohio, just so he could push the big, red button. And that was only the culmination of days filled with explosive fun, because Max also prepared for the demolition by watching tons of videos of buildings being destroyed, helped place the dynamite into the building’s support columns, and even got to take the local bomb squad’s remote-controlled robot for a spin, yelling, “Fire in the hole!” before remotely shotgunning a root beer bottle.

About 30,000 locals showed up to watch the explosion, because what else is there to do in Huron, Ohio? Oh, and apparently some believe that the ConAgra building was haunted, so it’s possible that meddling Max blew up a ghost.

When Sick Kids Who Don’t Give A F#@% Get A Make-A-Wish Wish

Trust Me (Part One)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary: The boys plan to put Lucifer back in the cage gets interrupted by your and his chemistry…also you’re clumsy.

Warnings: Small amounts of swearing

Notes: This is mostly dialog and witty banter and flirting between the reader and Lucifer. I know Lucifer and the cage was seasons ago but i just had this idea and decided to go through with it anyways. I also get that geologically this may not make sense but i tried lol 

“Alright Sam and i will go deal with Lucifer, y/n you stand guard in case anymore demons show up.” 

Castiel had tracked Lucifer to some abandoned grain mill in the mountains of Utah. Since you were familiar with the area the boys called you for help. Sam was excited to have your company again but Dean would rather spoon with the devil. He thought you had a few screws loose but hey, who’s to say he was wrong? Either way it didn’t matter, you were an excellent hunter and the boys needed your help.


You had led the guys on a three day hike through the mountains before the mill was within sight. “We’re hereeee!” You threw your hands in the air and danced around. “H-How..can you..p-possibly-dear god kill me!” Dean collapsed against a boulder and struggled to catch his breath. Sam, though not nearly as bad, was hunched over with his hands on his knees. “Seriously, how do you have so much energy?” You laughed and skipped over to them, “Why wouldn’t i?” “Why? Y/n we just climbed through mountains. Actual mountains!” “Yeah wasn’t it great?!” Sam huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “We’ll catch our breathes, rest a while, then run through the plan before tonight, sounds good?” “Whatever you say Sammy,” you strode off behind some rocks, “i’m gonna go take a piss, maybe a shit, who knows.” Dean glared at his brother, “We..are n-not..inviting her..anywhere(!)..ever again.”

Once dark it was time to get to work. “Okay are you ready? Sam?” “Ready.” “Y/n?” “Ready.”

There was a long silence as you finished tucking your last strands of runaway hair into your mask. It took a minute for you to notice the audience. You looked between both men, “…It’s gonna take more than that to get me in bed you know that right? Sorry but that Winchester charm doesn’t work on me you got the wrong bimbo.” “Y/n,” “Yes Dean,” “what exactly do you think you’re wearing?!” “Um, my hunting outfit?” “Don’t you mean your Halloween costume from the seventh grade?” “What?!” “Y/n you’re wearing a bunny mask for crying out loud!” “So?!” “SO?! We’re about to confront the literal devil and you look like a holiday hooker!” You rolled your eyes at Dean. “First off,” you pointed to your shorts, “the short shorts give me mobility and flexibility needed to kick ass.” You pointed to your chest, “The crop top, basically the same thing. It’s light weight, can’t slow me down, or be used against me…also its super cute.” Then you pointed to your head, “And the mask keeps my hair out of the way. Also no one can grab it nor can it get snagged on something.” “And the bunny ears?” “They’re cute.” “But they’re big and floppy-!” “Dean! We really don’t have time for this. Y/n you look great.” “Thank you Sammy.” “Okay, let’s go then.”

Getting in wasn’t too difficult, just a couple of demons, but the closure you got to where Lucifer was the more demons appeared. The three of you split up and agreed to meet back in the foyer of the main hall. You were the first to make it there. A few minutes later Sam stumbled down the stairs. “All good?” “Yeah. You?” “Good, good. Where’s Dean?” You just shrugged. What felt like hours the sounds of screams slowly grew louder. There was nothing but the sound of footsteps for a few seconds before Dean limped around the corner. Sam ran to his side, “Are you okay?” “Yeah, i’ll be fine. You guys ready?” 


Things were fairly dull waiting outside. Occasionally you’d hear some muffled arguing but nothing to raise alarm. Eventually you gave up and slumped against the wall, throwing pebbles and whatever trash was around across the room. The fun was cut short, like always, by Dean; You heard your name being belched from Dean the same way he always did when he was annoyed. You stopped throwing things and returned to boredom. Thankfully you heard some demons approaching fast. ‘Thank god, something to do.’

 Sam and Dean were starting to lose patience with Lucifer’s antics and smart remarks. They were ready to give up and go with plan b but then heard the rising commotion outside. Lucifer just seemed annoyed by it, “If you guys could kill each other quickly that’d be great we’re busy in here.” The doors flew open and you with it. You stumbled to your feet, “Y/n-!” “Nope! No i’m fine i got this Sam,” you waved him back, “just a little bit of foreplay. Gotta loosen these guys up, that one’s a stiff but i’m sure i can convince him to let me around back. Isn’t that right hot stuff?” You blew a kiss at one of the demons that followed you in. They quickly attacked you but one after another they fell. Lucifer rolled his eyes, “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock-” before they grew huge. You had some cuts and bruises but were still in great shape. One of the demons had ripped your mask off, freeing your fairy tale length y/h/c hair. It danced around your knees and was dusted in blood and dirt. 

“Oh,” You sauntered over to join the men. Lucifer looked you up and down like a starving lion. “Oohh hello,” you winked at the little devil, “yes. I like you,” Lucifer growled, “hereee little lamb.” You giggled and gave him a suggestive look, much to the brothers disgust. He starts towards you but the Sam and Dean are quick to block his path, “Nu uh, leave her out of this.” Lucifer didn’t even skip a beat, he casually flicks his wrist throwing the boys out of his way, and continues towards you. You wait patiently while he circles you, inspecting every inch. Occasionally he let out a throaty growl that sends shivers down your spine. He finally stops in front of you. “Hello.” You scrunch your face, “Don’t tell me what to do.” “What.?” The two of you stood staring at each other. Lucifer was trying to get inside your head and figure you out. You were struggling to remember the theme song to Seinfeld. “I find you very interesting.” You shrug, “Well, yeah, i guess that’s an interesting letter. Nothing compared to ‘q’ though let me tell you-” “Y/n.” “Yup. Sorry.” You’d forgotten about Sam and Dean.

 They skulked a few feet off, trying to keep their distance from Lucifer, but not too far that they couldn’t help you. “Look do we have a deal or what?” Lucifer took his eyes off of you for the first time since you came in the room. “Oh i’m sorry Sam, is this making you jealous? Don’t worry, i’ll make it up to you later.” Sam nearly threw up, “Please don’t.” he whispered. 

“Anyways,” he turned his attention back towards you, “are you the newest member of ‘team free will’? Can i expect to see more of you?” “Ha! They wish. Personally i like a bit of domination; someone telling me what to do-” “Oh-!” “Yeahhh,” you blew him a kiss, “but no, i’m just a friend-wait no! I’m…i’m like the third powerpuff girl.” You leaned in and whispered, “Dean’s buttercup. Sshh.” Being a celestial being, Lucifer of course had no idea what you were talking about, but he admired you and failed to contain his amusement. “Interesting.” He circled you once more, this time dragging his fingers through your hair. “This; your hair is very impressive.” “Thanks i grew it myself.” “Yeah that was my first guess. Any boyfriend?” “You move fast.” “I don’t like to waste time.” “You’re a celestial being, you don’t exist within the confines of time.” “Well when you know you know. And you’re way too gorgeous to be single. “You’re way too old to be flirting with me.” For the first time in maybe eternity Lucifer let out a genuine laugh. “Flirting?” “Flirting.”  “And that is…?” “This. This thing we’re doing.” “Oh well then yes i am,” you laughed, “and i could do a lot more too.” “Really?” “Mhm.”

By this point Lucifer had you wrapped in his arms and all things considered it didn’t feel wrong. “You know what?” “What little lamb?” “You remind me of string cheese.” “Hmm, how so?” “Well i don’t hate string cheese.” “Huh, well if that’s the case i would make sure you had an endless supply of this ‘string cheese’ you don’t hate. I could show you a good time in Hell y/n.” You clutched your chest, “You spoil me.” “Tell me little lamb, what would it cost to have my way with you hmm.” You thought for a minute. “Buy me a pizza-” “Y/n-!” “What Dean you ate mine! I deserve a pizza, a whole pizza! No more no less!” Dean shook his head, “Jesus christ can’t take you anywhere-” “Don’t you bring my half brother into this-”


You all stopped your babbling and listened to Sam. “We came here for one thing, to try and make a deal. Now do we have one or not.” The playful look that had been on Lucifer’s face disappeared as he showed the true face of the devil. “You know what. No. We don’t. Personally i’m getting tired of you two always poking in my business. Why make a deal when i can easily squish you both and get what i want too.” He started towards Dean but they had prepared for this. “Sam now!” Sam threw a match on the ground, igniting a holy fire devils trap. Enough oil was used that the fire tickled shoulder height. It quickly engulfed Lucifer but you being there wasn’t apart of the plan. “Well well, looks like i’ll have some company in here.” Dean stood outside the circle fuming, “God dammit y/n you fucking idiot!” “I’m not the one who can’t name all fifty states Dean!” “SHUT. UP. Dean just douse the fire and get her out.” “Can’t.” “Why not?” “Him.” All eyes turned towards Lucifer. He stood glaring back at Dean. He was smirking as usual but his eyes were vivid with rage. “Yeah Sammy he can’t. Because if i get out of here, i promise, you’re all dead.”

The only sound was the fire roaring around you and Lucifer but you had to break the silence eventually. “Sooo…this is probably not the best time to bring this up, but, i have to pee.”

“There has to be something-” “There’s nothing.” “But what about-” “We can’t risk it Sam you know what’ll happen!” The boys had been arguing for the past fifteen minutes about how to get you out but you couldn’t care less. Lucifer stood off lost in his own thoughts and you, well, you had your own problems.

Everyone seemed distracted enough that you felt confident in your plan. No one noticed at first but once you were finished and dumped your boot full of pee into the fire all eyes were on you. The fire grew momentarily before dying back down. “Well i don’t think that’s suppose to happen.” “Y/n-!” “Did you just-?!” “What i told you guys i had to go!” Sam and Dean could not be anymore annoyed but Lucifer was having his own laugh.

“Okay this is getting ridiculous Dean! Alright we can’t just leave her here with him!” Dean wrestled with his thoughts before caving, “Fine. Get the extinguisher Sam.” “Don’t!” “What?” You became the center of attention. “Don’t do it. Leave me i’ll be fine.” “Y/n no we can’t trust him-” “But you can trust me and i say it’ll be fine. Watch,” you look at Lucifer, “Compliment me.” “You don’t smell bad.” “Nice,” you turn back to the boys, “See we’re fine.” “Y/n-” “No Sammy listen. You can’t let him out. He’s not gonna change his mind and i honestly think he’ll kill you this time.” “I will.” “See he will.” The brothers shared a look before walking away to talk among themselves.

“Well i have to say, out of all the humans, i hate you the least.” “Oh Luci-” “Luci-?” “You always know just what to say.” He smiled sarcastically, you of course returned it. “But you do have to realize, while we’re in here, we’re equals Luce.” You strolled around him, delighted with the growing anxious and angry expression on his face. “So here we are, trapped and forced to trust each other.” “I don’t trust you.” “Sure you do.” “I don’t though.” “You will. Which is what the circle of trust is all about.” “Circle of trust?” “Yes! The ring of fire, a romantic touch by the way, is now the circle of trust. We’re stuck in here together pal, a human and an angel without his powers. Plus this fire’s not dying anytime soon so-” “Did you just call me an angel.”

“Alright,” Sam and Dean walked back over, “we…we’re gonna get you out-” “But Dean-” “Y/n we’re just not comfortable with this. The risk of something happening, it’s too high.” “Nothing will i’ll be fine.” “Y/n-” “No this is bigger than me. Look you two need to leave and soon. It’s getting dark out and you’ll freeze if you stay much longer. This is a big fire, we’ll be here till morning, at least. That’ll give you a good head start. You can’t risk letting Lucifer out so please just go. I know these mountains i can make it home by myself no problem. It’s okay guys, please go.”

“Fine-” “Dean-!” “It’s fine Sam. She can handle this.” Sam rolled his eyes, upset and a little bit hurt to be leaving you, “Okay, alright.”

You said your silent goodbyes before the boys walked out of the doors and left. Your eyes stayed glued to the doors, slowly feeling more alone by the second. It took a minute to realize Lucifer had snaked his arms around your waist, carefully exploring every inch. He inhaled the scent of blood and dirt in your hair as he nuzzled the back of your head. Lucifer pulled you back against him, his hold tightening, “And then there were two.”

anonymous asked:

How does tax works in westeros? Lets say im a Beesbury. How much do i pay for the Hightowers? Do i pay in coins or in honey? Then how much do the Hightowers pay for the Tyrells? Money or goods? Finally how much do the Tyrells pay for the King? Again, money or goods?

Typically taxes work both through goods in kind and coin, and like everything, depends on the time period. There are always exceptions that prove rules, but typically, the further back you go, the more taxes were paid in kind rather than in coin. The typical rate was 10% for the lord and 10% for the Church and based on property holdings, this was established as early as the 8th century. There was a poll tax of one shilling per head proposed in 1380 by the Archbishop of Canterbury, but poll taxes formed the Islamic jizya tax levied on Jews, Christians, and Zoroastrians in the caliphates. Swedish taxes were assessed in equivalencies, such as coins or 16 kg of butter.

Medieval peasants often paid taxes as percentages of goods in kind, unfree labor, and coin which again, depended on the era and where you were. You would pay for using the lord’s mill to mill the grain with a percentage of the take, similarly you would press wine at the lord’s wine press and pay a percentage of the wine. There were certain amounts of days that peasants had to labor in the lord’s fields (24 in Sweden during the Late Middle Ages). You would also have your holdings assessed to see what the value was, and then contract out to tax farmers who would raise that amount of money via tax collection, and whether it was the Byzantine pronoia, the Muslim iqta, or the Western European fee-farm, the process was the same. The farmer would pay the crown (typically competing for the privilege similar to an auction) for the right to raise taxes from a particular area. The incentive was, once the farmer reached the desired amount, any extra was his to keep, which encouraged tax farmers to squeeze taxes out of the peasantry, first to make up the bribes and fees he paid to gain the revenue farm and then to profit. Kings in the 14th century, with the growth of centralized bureaucracy, came to rely more upon direct taxation.

Nobles typically had their obligations set out by the feudal contract and royal writ. In early feudalism, the tax was not monetary, but military service, just as the peasantry owed service to their lords. The vassalage contract stipulated what was owed on behalf of the vassal, and kings might forego the traditional feudal service of levies for a scutage, set by the king, this became true in the later Middle Ages. Emergencies would cause for additional taxes, such as the Saladin tax that King Richard the Lionheart levied for the Third Crusade.

@racefortheironthrone, anything to add?

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

Today, the treadmill is one of the most common ways to get in your weekly workout, but did you know that in the 1800s, treadmills were created to punish English prisoners?

The original version was invented in 1818 by English engineer Sir William Cubitt. While the prisoners stepped on 24 spokes of a large paddle wheel, the rotation made gears pump out water,  crush grain, or power mills, which is where the name “treadmill” originated.

Watch the dark and twisted history of the treadmill: The treadmill’s dark and twisted past - Conor Heffernan

Animation by Yukai Du


The Cedar Creek Grist Mill rests on a steep and rocky slope at the bottom of a narrow gorge. It is the only grain grinding mill in Washington that has maintained its original structural integrity, grinds with stones and is water powered.  It is a working mill, you can get some flour, corn meal or even grits for a small donation.  I got there just as it was closing to get photographs of the interior but the Lewis river area is beautiful.

Woodland, WA 11 March 2017

increasinglyembarrassed  asked:

By the way, how's that grain mill working so far? I was so excited when I saw that first post when you got it and I just about cried, I'm so glad you can grind your own stuff now, it was such a relief to see

I haven’t actually had a chance to use it yet with people coming and going from my house, but this week I have set aside time to get familiar with it and mix my own flour blends. I even ordered some special groats to play with and test out the quality of flour I get from different suppliers. I am Excited and planning so many recipes :D

I actually came up with a recipe this weekend when I needed to make something sweet for friends, but I didn’t want to mess around with thing I couldn’t eat in order to make it. The end result was an egg free dairy free oatmeal cookie with candied lemon peel in it and the whole plate vanished in under 10 minutes. So I am looking forward to being able to experiment more with that too.

The 72 Adorations to Persephone -

I adore you, she of both realms,

I adore you, whose feet dance among fertile soil and brambles,

I adore you, daughter of Demeter,

I adore you, strength-finder,

I adore you, Maiden,

I adore you, with a knowing smile and raised brow,

I adore you, curses in thy name,

I adore you, bringer of fruit,

I adore you, vengeful and just,

I adore you, lips stained with pomegranate nectar

I adore you, who protects girls who never had your choice,

I adore you, of iron and florals,

I adore you, whom we burn meat and pour honey and straight wine for,

I adore you, Queen of the Underworld,

I adore you, whose name is reeled off in curses by those who seek justice,

I adore you, who brings warmth and seedlings to the Earth,

I adore you, who chose her own path,

I adore you, freckle-faced and lion-willed,

I adore you, the one who descends on her own accord,

I adore you, the Terrifying,

I adore you, saviour of the downtrodden and lost,

I adore you, of blood and honey,

I adore you, first born,

I adore you, betrothed to Haides

I adore you, bringer of seasons,

I adore you, from young girl above to the bride and ruler of the throne below,

I adore you, in the stone enclosure,

I adore you, who yearns for both mother and husband,

I adore you, the name of curses and revenge,

I adore you, milled grain and ashes,

I adore you, she who chose to eat the seeds,

I adore you, of the dried fruit,

I adore you, surrounded by wealth of mines and the love of Haides,

I adore you, brought below by horseback,

I adore you, brought back by torchlight,

I adore you, she of both names,

I adore you, coronated by the bloody garnet fruit in your palm,

I adore you, of free spirit and fearsome wrath,

I adore you, offspring of Zeus,

I adore you, of the coins,

I adore you, pure goddess,

I adore you, who seeks,

I adore you, explorer of lush fields and dark crevices,

I adore you, wearing a crown of florals and gemstone shards,

I adore you, trim-ankled,

I adore you, writer of the chapter of her own fate,

I adore you, mistress of Haides,

I adore you, destroyer,

I adore you, the one who is sought,

I adore you, whose name strikes both fear and awe into our hearts

I adore you, both princess and queen,

I adore you, sweet as honey,

I adore you, who chose to be far more than a nuptial agreement,

I adore you, she who reigns for half a year,

I adore you, exactor of Justice,

I adore you, of bouquets of asphodels and sheafs of wheat,

I adore you, risen from sinkholes,

I adore you, she who takes the sunlight with her,

I adore you, the one who picks flowers and reigns with true power,

I adore you, whom we quiver in fear of,

I adore you, friend of nymphs, Artemis, and Athena,

I adore you, who brings death,

I adore you, your refusal to be negotiation nor pawn,

I adore you, noble goddess,

I adore you, of the laws,

I adore you, great goddess,

I adore you, along the River Styx,

I adore you, who we kneel before,

I adore you, Infernal Queen,

I adore you, sunlight and darkness,

I adore you, of vegetation of decay,

I adore you, Persephone, of graceful protection and most fearsome vexation!