and i have been obsessed with animes :)))

My assessment of the Power Rangers
  • Jason: troubled cinnamon roll, too young to be having an existential crisis
  • Kimberly: sassy boss ass bitch with a mean streak
  • Zac: caring and crazy son of a gun
  • Trini: smol angry lesbian bean
  • Billy: protect my son at all costs
Radiation in the real Mojave Wasteland

Before I get into the details you should know that the majority of the radiation that fell across the Mojave is gone by now. However that does not mean there are not still pockets of it left and of course uranium mines and so on. 

Post WWII the US wanted to test as many bombs as possible to see what the effects were in all sorts of conditions, depths, heights and so on. At the time the most sparsely populated place in the US was in Southern Nevada. This was when Las Vegas was just beginning to come into it’s own and I-15 to Los Angeles had not even been constructed yet.

Here is a map of the Nevada Test Range

And here is what the most heavily cratered part of it looks like

The majority of those detonations were underground however the site had been used for above ground and aerial detonation also. 

All of the material blasted into the atmosphere had to go somewhere and one of the biggest air currents in the area goes from the ocean through Los Angeles and into central Utah. It covers the majority of the Mojave desert and of course that material was blown directly into it. 

Here is a map of the three heaviest effected regions in the states of Nevada, Utah and Arizona

My Grandfather was living in St George Utah at the time having retired from the Army post WWII and he, with his wife and five kids were all subjected to the fallout from Nuclear blasts in Nevada. My mother and uncles did not develop problems from it but my Grandmother had lung cancer in her later years and my Grandfather had a variety of health problems from a weak immune system in his 50′s until his death in his 80′s. What they experienced was a very real concern that many people in the area experienced and it was not until the late 1980′s that a real solid investigation on the effects of being down wind of the blasts had. 

The Radioactive Fallout lost the majority of its Radioactivity within a few years but there are hot spots dotting the Mojave where sediment has collected since the testing being washed down river or through floods and they measure a higher radiation than normal. None of them are particularly lethal, you’d have to spend a few months on them to get a high enough dose to matter but it is a concern for the smaller species in the area that do have to deal with it. 

The other problem we face out here are the hundreds of Uranium Mines all over the desert. I’ve talked a lot about them before but many of these mines had no regulation on them and people just dug wherever they could and contaminated the surrounding area. Uranium itself does not have too much Radioactivity unless you detonate it and those fine fallout particles settle however it’s a heavy metal and will leech into the soil and water table like mercury will. I was poisoned by Uranium when I inhaled a lot of fine ore dust over the period of a few hours as I napped on a fine tailings pile of sand. I had to be treated with Iodine and have my system flushed and it took a bit before I was back to normal. I had a representative from Utah’s Mining Regulation tell me that for every known Uranium mine there are probably two they don’t know about. The ones that are particularly dangerous have been sealed off like the one in the photo below. 

It’s just a fact of life out here in the Mojave. The mutation rate from what I have seen is no higher than normal. We do get mutations in animals every so often but you get that all across the US.

So when people say I am only playing at Fallout and I’m obsessed with it they don’t really get that I actually live it. I live in the most heavily nuclear bombed area in the world. At one point just about everyone living down here in the 50′s was exposed to high levels of fallout. I’ve been exposed to Uranium. I also scrap, scavenge, spelunk, hunt, trap and survive off the land. I was doing this long before the Fallout games even existed and They just over exaggerated a part of my life. New Vegas in particular since it takes place in my home region. 

Sometimes reality is just as messed up as fiction. 

I never understand when parents don’t make an effort at all to engage in something their child finds fascinating.

Like if your kid love dinosaurs or sea creatures or wild animals, you make the effort to educate yourself about those things. Especially ones that have more obscure knowledge. If you don’t involve yourself in their learning process, they’re eventually just going to take away that their interests aren’t important and stop telling you about the things they think are great.

(This post may have been inspired by the fact that I have obsessively googled ceratopsians until I found the one that probably matches the unlabeled single-horned one in a bucket of mini-dinosaurs. It is probably a centrosaurus.)


 05.21.2017 | I started reading Harry Potter for the first time and have become obsessed!! I have been doing nothing but read (I’m currently on The Order of The Phoenix) but managed to pry myself away long enough to pay attention to my bujo again.


Summary: The reader is an Avenger with the ability to communicate with animals (telepathically) and has a huge crush on Loki. Loki always says supposedly patronizing things to the reader and he asks his brother and her close friend, Thor, why she hates him. She doesn’t hate him but he doesn’t know that.

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Reader, Loki, Thor, Kuno(python), Niko(ferret), Jax(wolf), Ukko(fox)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, bad communication, low self-esteem, fear of snakes, implied smut (like literally all of the build up and references but no actual smut)

Word Count: 2,188 (holy shit that was way longer than I expected)

A/N: First time I’m writing Marvel but I’ve been obsessed with it for years (I even have the Marvel encyclopedia) so I’m not as worried about this as the other new fandoms I’m writing for. Still, it might not be too good. Italics are animals speaking or the reader speaking to animals.

*Quick translation: Nata means daughter, it’s what Ukko refers to the Reader as. Soror means sister, it’s what Kuno refers to the Reader as. Parva Soror means little sister and it’s what the Reader sometimes refers to Niko as. 


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Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Reader’s POV 

     “Hey, (Y/N).” You glanced up from your feet, where one of your animal companions, a wolf pup named Jax, was drifting off to sleep.

     “Hey Loki, what’s up?” You looked back down at Jax to see him glance up when he heard your heart beat speed up, having known you long enough to know that that meant Loki was around.

     When are you going to tell him? He probably likes you too. 

     I highly doubt that, Jax. I mean, have you met me, or better yet, have you seen me?

     Exactly, (Y/N/N). You’re one of the most kind and beautiful humans I know. He would be dumb and blind to not return your feelings.

     “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?” You looked back at Loki, unaware that he had been speaking while you and Jax were talking.

     “Sorry, I was talking to Jax.” His face perked up at that. He had always found it interesting how you communicated with animals.

     “What about?” You blushed, trying to avoid looking at Jax.

     “Nothing important.” You could literally feel the eye roll Jax was doing. “Anyways, what did you come to talk to me about? I’m assuming you didn’t come just because you enjoy my company.” He shook his head, as if trying to chase out a thought.

     “I was going to say that I don’t think you should go on this mission with us (Y/N).” You narrowed your eyes at Loki, angered that he would think you weren’t strong enough.

     “I’m just as capable as the rest of you,” you gritted your words out from between your teeth. He had the nerve to look exhausted, as if you were the one being annoying.

     “I wasn’t saying that, I was just saying that you could easily get hurt and-” You cut him off, your eyes glowing the dangerous yellow that broke through when you were too angry, you’re anger seeping through the borders between the human side of you, and the animal side.

     “Just because I’m no Asgardian God, doesn’t mean I’m weak Loki.” You spat his name out before storming out of the room, trying to hold back the tears coming. It hurt knowing that the man you were in love with thought you were weak.

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lieutenantsarcasmscat  asked:

Hi there! Ever since I found your blog, my eyes have been opened. I'm almost obsessed with the animal husbandry info you put out, and I get excited whenever I see a post of yours. Do you know of any other animal blogs that post animal-related things that aren't misinterpreted and don't show bad animal care/interactions? I'm hoping to become a vet some day, and I want to learn as much as possible about animals. Thanks for your time, and I love your blog! ^_^

@wheremyscalesslither is a good snake blog that calls out misinterpretation and bad management. 

@kaijutegu is a good reptile blog in the same vein. 

@drferox is a great resource for people interested in becoming a vet, in terms of covering unique topics I’ve never heard other vets tell interested folk. 

@bigcatawareness is on hiatus but has an archive full of everything exotic cats and calls out misinterpretation and abuse. 

Cackling Grackles

Nobody likes being the new kid. They like it even less when they move from a nice, familiar suburb to the backwoods of rural Florida. It’s hot, it’s humid, and it doesn’t look like it’s progressed much since the 1960s. After Mom and Dad divorced, Mom decided she wanted to “get back to her roots” and dragged me five hours south to settle in her childhood hometown.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she hadn’t done it mid school year and I’d had time to settle in and adjust. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if I’d had some kind of chance to get to know some of the other kids. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t a giant nerd with an obsession for fantasy and role playing games at only ten years old (thanks for that, Dad).

I pretty much had a bullseye painted on my tie-dyed backpack.

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misanthope  asked:

I always thought she was "emotionless" because of the lack of love shown to her in her life. Her mother is obsessed with her father so she never really care for her. Her father wanted to show her love but was scared because he didn't want his child to die by Ryoba's hands. Kids at school were too freaked out by her to talk to her. Even animals were scared of her. Senpai was the only person in her life to ever show her compassion/kindness.

That would have been a much better reason for why she’s so numb to everything! Especially the part regarding her mother. Ryoba seems to only value Ayano as a ‘reward’ for getting her Senpai, not as an actual daughter.

midnightbutterfly13  asked:

Hey I have quick question. Do you know why ADD and ADHD get put under the same umbrella a lot? I've heard that they are under the same umbrella. I also have heard that they are two different animals. Gah! I'm sorry I have been obsessing over this for two days now!! Help!

Because the DSM-5 has combined them. There are only three subtypes of ADHD now: the inattentive, the hyperactive and the combined. So if you’ve been diagnosed with what was formerly known as “ADD” then it is now actually considered the “ADHD inattentive type”. And while some of the symptoms do differ, it still stems from the same root disorder (although, apparently, there’s also this debate going on which questions whether this type could be classified as an entirely separate disorder from ADHD or not). Hope this helps.

Why ToZ X Is Actually Just Bad

Beyond the obvious issues of tossing the main plot out the window in favour of this new amalgam of ToZ’s universe + ToB Spoilers + Fan service to placate Alisha Fans.*

I wrote a lot. Sorry fam @ mobile users.

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Animation Terrorists - NME cover article 17 March 2001

The first Gorillaz Interview! 

Kicking out the bland, cooking up the alternative. The future is coming on and, say Gorillaz, it belongs to them

Mark Beaumont

The courier carries the package into the reception at arm’s length. Sweating profusely, he place it tentatively on the receptionist’s desk, whimpers “sign here” and runs screaming from the building. The parcel bucks wildly, rocks violently on its edges. From inside comes a muffled “Kon-nichi-wa, NOODLE!”, and suddenly two small, Japanese, completely flat legs karate-kick through each side. Two completely flat arms punch out of the bubble wrap and a completely flat Japanese girl’s head pops out of the top. With a gurgled cry of ‘Sayonara! NOODLE!”, Noodle, the youngest and coolest android guitarist in rock, jumps down from the reception desk, waddles quickly to the nearest lift and pushes the button for the 25th floor.
In the NME office all cartoon-freaked bastard hell has broke loose. 2D, the black-eyed, blue-haired pretty boy singer is spray painting ‘ZOMBIE HOP HOP’ and ‘CHRIS MARTIN SUCKS FURRY COCK’ across the office stereo. Russel, the hulking NYC hardman drummer., rummages through drawers stealing any CDs by the Wu-Tang Clan and Shakin’ Stevens. Meanwhile Murdoc, the scrag faced, green-toothed, Beezlebub-worshipping bassist with the halitosis like a badger’s scrotum, has taken over the editor’s office and is offering all female staff “some satanic slap ‘n’ tickle in me Winnebago”. Suddenly he spies a copy of NME’s ‘Popstars’ issue, howls with demonic rage and eats it.

“I think this is a perfect example of how fucking diabolical it’s getting.” He slavers. “Where you have to have a programme where you pick your own pop stars. What the fuck is going on?”
So says the warped and wicked Svengali behind Gorillaz, animation wiv additood, a vibrant alternative to boring old Realbloke Rock, the first ever cartoon band to call Bob The Builder a “cunt” and back it up with baseball bats. They’re the Technicolor Pop Blitzkreig behind the stupendous ragga-western drug ditty ‘Clint Eastwood’ and they’re here to infiltrate NME like a cartoon foot and mouth disease. See them go, spreading like wildfire between the pages, trampling in the faces of Terris, until they reach the cover where they set fire to toilet rolls and shove them under Daft Punk’s helmets. They may be two-dimensional, but Gorillaz are way more real than the shallow plastic edifices of most pop stars. With the shadowy figures of Blur’s Damon Albarn, hip-hop producer Dan The Automator and Tank Girl creator Jamie Hewlett lingering in the background they have come to drag the concept of band manufacture into the next dimension.

“This isn’t getting a bunch of 17-year-olds with pretty faces who can do backflips with big tits and making a record for them,” Murdoc sneers, pulling a dart from his pocket and throwing it at a picture of Fatboy Slim on the wall, missing and hitting 2D in the head instead. “We’ve got a bit more integrity than that”.
“I guess it’s a bit like Eminem,” 2D muses, pulling the dart from his temple, “in that we’re reflecting what’s out there anyway. I just think we’re doing it in a much more intelligent way than he could dream of doing it.”
And with that, Murdoc swings his feet onto the editor’s desk, loses his balance and falls backwards into a filing cabinet, causing a shower of objects, including three bowling balls, a cricket bat and a large anvil to fall onto his head. Three black ravens start circling his cranium.
“Wanker,” scorns 2D.
“Pair of assholes,” tuts Russel.
“NOODLE!” shouts Noodle.

Who let the Gorillaz out!?! Several freaks of fantastical fate, it transpires. While on a routine ram-raiding mission with his gang of scuzzball twat-mates two years ago, Murdoc pile-drove into the window of Uncle Norm’s Organ Emporium in Crawley, where 2D was working part-time. Russel was next on board, fresh from New York where he’d been possessed by the spirit of Del That Funkee Homosapien when Russel was the only survivor of a random and savage drive-by. Sheesh, Rus, you must have felt lucky not to get rubbed out.
Russel: “….”
Sorry. That was in bad taste. The day that their advert for a guitarist appeared in NME, a FedEx parcel arrived on Murdoc’s doorstep, ten-year-old Tamagotchi axe-toddler Noodle leapt out, having posted herself from Osaka, and Gorillaz were go! Their first gig at the legendary Camden Brownhouse started a shotgun-fuelled riot. But most contentious of all are the foggy rumours surrounding the involvement of sometime Gorillaz collaborators Damon, Dan and Jamie. The band claim that they discovered the trio sleeping rough in Leicester Square. But whispers abound that Gorillaz are simply leeching off their famous mates’ credibility.
2D shrugs. “Well it’s nice of you to say that they have any credibility in the first place.”
“When you’re old farts like them,” adds Murdoc, “completely out of ideas, you need to attach yourselves to some young talent.”
Too right, I mean that last Blur album… pffffftt, bloody hell, eh>
2D: “Well you might well have a point there…”
You must’ve thought Damon had gone completely bleedin’ barmy” Going walkabout round Mali, singing nonsense lyrics on the last single…
2D smirks. “As they said in NME, how dare he think he can get away with it!? We thought he was easy fodder, a man who’d lost his way.”
Have you saved their careers?
Murdoc: “We’ve saved Jamie’s. He was washed up. He was doing illustrations for J17 magazine! We’ve given them something interesting to get their teeth into and something to get out of bed for.”

Hmmmm, one senses that there may be a flipside to this argument…
“That story’s a load of bollocks,” says Damon emphatically, clad in baseball cap and chunky B-boy glitter in a west London studio the following day. “They came to us at a party. Me and Jamie used to live together for a while and Murdoc and 2D turned up at a party where we had Sporty Spice, Baby Spice, Pavement, a couple of members of Radiohead, Madonna. No, Madonns wasn’t there, but Kate Moss was there, Marianne Faithful, Keith Allen…”
“The funny thing was,” says Jamie Hewlett, “the following night, Damon got photographed getting some eggs, yet all fucking night the front door was open and not a single fucking journo came upstairs with a camera.”
Midway through recording his “Mali record”, Damon seems enthused and rejuvenated by his involvement with Gorillaz. He praises 2D’s simple yet profoundly impressionistic lyrics and practically speaks in tongues about the band’s forthcoming London gig (at King’s Cross Scala on March 22) claiming “it all goes into the realms of metaphysics and what is real. I won’t be there, though. I’ll be abroad. I’m going to Mongolia that week to hang out with a shaman there.”
“But because there isn’t a human face to it,” Damon continues, “it’s the abstraction which I think is groundbreaking. Hopefully we’ll inspire people to have no boundaries. It’s liberating. The whole idea of them being animated is that they can go anywhere. The only thing it’s limited by is out imagination.”
Gorillaz eponymous debut album is a kind of Frankenstein’s Furby of a record: awash with dark, apocalyptic hip-hop atmosphere and undead reggae grooves, but clashed through with an innocent streak of kindergarten pop. It’s Deltron 3030 playing conkers with ‘13’, it’s Beck punching The Clash outside a pub on Sesame Street and it’s groundbreaking indeed, not least for its rampant eclecticism.
“Coldplay are very conservative,” says Damon. “If what sets itself up as the alternative could get any more conservative than Travis, it just has. It’s melodic and it’s memorable but for all the wrong reaons. This whole stance that ‘we’re only in it for the music’ how many times does that C86 ethos have to get churned out?”
Plus the whole Gorillaz concept is a marketing department’s we dream. In an age when image manipulation has become as precise a science as nuclear fusion, real people with real human drug addictions, skin complaints and ballooning egos simply aren’t considered flawless enough to be pop stars. And real rock musicians are boring, ugly, self-obsessed, have shit hair and stink constantly of stale plectrum. So what could be better than a ready-baked bunch of freakoid mutant meta-pop stars with psycho-rebel personalities that make Oasis look like the Tweenies?
“ I think being in a famous pop band, many years down the line,” says Jamie, cryptically, “will start to restrict you from doing the sort of stuff you want to do because you’ve got to fit into some sort of mould that’s been created for you and if you’re a creative person that stops you from creating. Working with an animated band is the ideal opportunity to let go and do what you’re good at.”
Really though, Damon, this is just an excuse to get out of doing photo shoots, isn’t it?
Involuntarily, Damon gives a sly, knowing grin.
The thing about speed is, Murdoc jabbers, flakes dripping from each nostril, “if you end up being the sort of person who gets into doing cocaine when you go to parties and then you go back to doing speed, you end up saying ‘Give us eighty quid’s worth’ and you get a dirty great sugar bag full…”
Shit shovelling time. We already know about Murdoc’s chronic speed habit that kept him almost permanently blind throughout the ‘90s and his sexual desperation which will see him lunge at anything that once had a pulse in the early hours.
The there are those scurrilous rumours about 2D waking up after the Brits win bed with the three girls from Captain Caveman.
2D sneers. “They were just after the publicity.”
We recently interviewed Bob The Builder and he said of Gorillaz, “The drummer is a nice bloke, the little Asian one I haven’t met but I hear she’s alright. But that singer and that bassist, I hope they catch mildew because I fucking hate them two.” Why would he say such a thing?
2D: “That’s Noel The Builder, isn’t it?”
Murdoc: “ I think I probably shagged his girlfriend or something. Betty the Builder.”
2D: “it’s all there, mate! You wanna read it, you can! I tell you what happened, right. I shagged Noel The Builder’s brother’s girlfriend.”
Murdoc: “He’s a cunt anyway. We’re outta here.”
And with that, Murdoc kick starts a blood-red, completely flat Harley Davidson, Russel, Noodle and 2D leap on the back and they ride it straight through the 25th floor window. The bike vrooms for a few feet, then splutters dead. The band hang in the air for a few seconds, confused, until Murdoc peers downwards, cries “MOTHER FUCKAAAAAAARRRRSSSS!” and they plummet out of sight.
When Gorillaz hit the ground, Gorillaz *bounce*

anonymous asked:

I have so many animes that I want to watch (voltron being one of them) but I haven't had anytime to watch any of them because of how busy I've been with not only school but other art related stuff so today when I had some free time I decided to start watching voltron and HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THINGS RIGHT IN THE WORLD I LOVE IT IVE WATCHED THE WHOLE THING EVEN THOUGH I REALLY ONLY HAD TIME FOR A FEW EPISODES BUT IM OBSESSED NOW AND I JUST CANT FUNCTION ANYMORE AND WHAT WAS I DOING BEFORE THIS SHOW?


Blind Date, ch 4

So - this now has a full trajectory and intentions on being a long project!

This time, it’s an all-nighter study date, plus perhaps a bit of sleepy Mik and an ounce or two of distraction

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If anyone were to ask, Mikleo could say with confidence that three AM was not his favorite hour.  He had visited it before, on a drunken evening or two over the past year with Rose and Lailah, but those were the kinds of visits where one didn’t get the chance to get to know the hour, barely even noticed its passing.  Thus, he did not consider himself and three AM to be friends, or bosom buddies, or any other term of endearment.  And yet, here he was, staring at the lit numbers on Sorey’s microwave, and he could swear it had taken a solid ten minutes to move from 3:00 to 3:01.

The reason Mikleo was awake at three AM and occupying his time by watching the clock tick by sat hunched on the other side of the coffee table from him, firmly buried in a textbook.  He didn’t even look up when Mikleo leaned back against the base of the couch and muttered under his breath, “‘Let’s pull a voluntary all-nighter during our finals study days,’ he said, ‘we’ll get so much done,’ he said.  Lies.”

Nope, Sorey didn’t even twitch, aside from the motion of his hand as he copied down notes for his Ancient Tongue final.  Mikleo hadn’t expected that.  ‘Energetic’ was certainly amongst the first words that came to mind when thinking about Sorey, but it turns out he was just plain good at directing that energy.  That came at the price of tuning out the rest of the world, and an apparent inability to keep track of writing utensils.  In addition to the pencil in his hands, he had one tucked behind his ear just above the frame of his glasses, and one held lightly between his teeth.  These two others had migrated over the course of the night, and been promptly forgotten.

Mikleo wondered what would happen if he stole one.  Would Sorey even notice?  What if he used his teeth to steal the one right out of Sorey’s mouth?  What if he kissed him, used his own lips to take it away, and wow it was really a strange time of night.  Three AM brain Mikleo seemed to think it was a good idea, but he knew that waking brain Mikleo probably wouldn’t go for it, so he held off for now.

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anonymous asked:

Which of the Paladins would like dogs? Specifically bigger breeds? (I'm asking cause I own 5 dogs, 4 bigger and one smaller)

Ah! You have so many dogs! I know this is a little late but would you mind sending in what type of dogs you have? 

Keith: Keith prefers cats because the dogs he’s been around have been very loud and big dogs tend to be harder to control. Though, there was a Great Pyrenees that he saw once on earth and he fell in love. He aspires to have one when/if he gets back to earth. 

Shiro: Shiro has had experience with dogs in the past and he once had a German Shepard named Dime. Because of Dime, Shiro really loves German Shepards. Also, because dogs are said to relieve stress he does wish the paladins had a dog with them. Plus he’d love to have a Shepard on board so he could have an animal to talk to.

Pidge: Pidge really loves Irish Wolfhounds and if they see one in public they will drop whatever they’re doing to go see the dog. Pidge and Coran and they were discussing Altean dog-like animals and Coran showed Pidge a picture of an animal that looked like a Wolfhound and Pidge shrieked. 

Hunk: Hunk spiritually resonates with Bernese Mountain Dogs and has a minor obsession with them. He loves how big they are and how furry and friendly the ones that he’s met have been. 

Lance: Lance’s first love, contrary to popular belief, was a Komondor, not a girl. When Lance was a kid, his parents took him to a dog show and he saw a Komondor. Ever since, he’s been infatuated with the shaggy white animals. 

anonymous asked:

Where would i begin to amass as much knowledge about fae as you have lol?? There are so many crosses between cultures and eras that it's really hard to pin down a Solid Source haha.

The thing is, the ‘Solid Source’ is kind of a myth when it comes to folklore and fairytale, in that the vast majority of these tales were a) oral, and some of the best retellings we have are b) written and secondary or tertiary. We’ve already lost a lot of the best versions of the tales if the cultures are gone or Christianised or heavily damaged.

So it’s good to turf the ‘I need solid sources’ mindframe when researching this stuff? I mean, it’s - I believe - way better to read like 100 versions of say…the Ugly Duckling or Baba Yaga and Vasilisa the Brave, than it is to look for the ‘one true story.’ (Which doesn’t exist anyway, because in an oral tradition, they are meant to be changed and adapted to become relevant for whatever geographical group or class is hearing the story). Also fairytales and folklore are generally pretty short? You end up with huge huge variation.

However, I’ve written some stuff in the past that might be useful for you as well re: sources: 

Some book references.

Here’s another post with links / thoughts on the subject.

General thoughts and some info.

And there’s this aggregate post which is great:

Mythology aggregate. All the links!

It’s worth also looking into anthropological studies on different cultures that practice animism; fair warning though, they can be very problematic. (Especially earlier studies, which are often racist and/or xenophobic). 

Mostly with this stuff, it is actually often a matter of ‘quantity over quality’ which sounds weird but, there is so much and you can only really start by getting started and say…picking a favourite fairytale (or ‘species’ of fae) and researching them. You can hunt down more primary written sources (some of them are actually freely available on places like sacred-texts, due to copyright no longer holding on those sorts of texts) to distinguish between heavily Christianised tales and earlier versions; but you can also distinguish between those by researching animism tales/stories in different cultures etc.

Be prepared to give it a lot of your time, too. Like, I’m really only at the tip of the iceberg myself, and a lot of my studies have been going on since I was young and are very personal in that I research what has felt relevant to me over the years and I haven’t been doing this for say a course, or for a university or something (I’ve done some electives at university on this subject but ultimately, my research into these subjects is partly spiritually motivated, and partly about my fascination with ‘simple’ narratives told in complex or poignant ways to make them relevant).

anonymous asked:

hi! may i ask what your favorite colors are? also ur fav animals ?

hi! for a good 4 years whenever anyone would ask what my fav color was i’d say rainbow cause i thought i was being cute and rebellious gay and also giving all the colors time 2 shine in my heart,, but i’ve been pink for a while and before that purple except my best friend was just telling me about how she feels really connected with green now and im like ilysb i wanna be green too.. so those and yellow’s my guy too 

it’s really hard to choose a favorite animal but i’ll say ive never been one of those people whose wildly obsessed with some random animal in the wild,, i’m lame but i favor animals i’ve actually been able to interact with, so domestic pets. i’d have to say its between rabbits and cats because those are the two closest relationships ive had with any animal

anonymous asked:

Hi! Really like your blog and your analyses about Jumin's character. I don't know whether anyone has talked about this before, but when I was playing his route, I noticed that quite a lot of his behaviour reminded me of my ASD sister and my parents, who have subthreshold autistic traits. There's the obsessiveness, the anxious paranoia, the need for control, liking animals more than people, getting annoyed with certain patterns, etc. It's been on my mind for a while, so just thought I'd share.

Hi, Nonny! Thank you for liking my blog!

Tbh, I do have this headcanon in my mind for a while since it would explain quite a lot of his behaviors during the route, but I hesitate to voice it out since I am no expert and I also don’t have any qualification to actually diagnose him.

Still, if anyone is interested, I will throw out here some possible ‘red flags’ that I think are matched with Jumin to back up this headcanon.

  • Does not understand jokes, sarcasm, or teasing
  • Has trouble understanding other people’s feelings or talking about their own feelings
  • Prefers to be alone, only interacts to achieve a desired goal
  • Poor fine motor skills (involved in smaller movements that occur in the wrists, hands, fingers, and the feet and toes) shaking hands while taking photos; also still cannot drive despite passing the writing exam perfectly
  • Gives unrelated answers to questions the slavery talk
  • Is very organized, and gets upset by minor changes perfectionism/OCD
  • Unusual reactions to the way things sound, smell, taste, look or feel over-sensitive to noise/sound
  • Has obsessive interests cats/cat projects
  • Impulsivity (acting without thinking) stealing Seven’s car
  • Lack of fear or more fear than expected then trying crashing it himself for revenge +  the paranoid anxiety during his route

Source: CDC

Of course, this headcanon does not serve the purpose of excusing his behaviors. But I personally think it is worth trying to understand the possible factors that contribute to his getting screwed up throughout the game.