no harbingers

things this fandom needs more of: the raven queen, an all-powerful ancient eldritch entity with command over the forces of death, being a Mom™ and embarrassing the unliving hell out of her son.

things i wrote:


KRAVITZ?

He imagines if he still had a corporeal stomach, it would drop through his shoes and into the depths of the astral plane. When he turns smoothly on his heel, she’s there in all her majesty, robes trailing lightly on the floor, feathers ruffled around her neck. Her eyes are bright and sharp with inquiry as she takes him in from head to toe, undoubtedly noting the tie looped carelessly around his neck and the absolute bastard of a half-inch of fabric untucked from his belt. Like him, she’s still in her work clothes, probably fresh from intimidating a batch of unruly souls. Unlike him—and he’s never been more aware of it than he is now—she’s feeling exceptionally observant.

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gwendoline christie utterly epitomises the “get u a girl who can do both” meme. girl can stalk across a scorched battlefield dressed in full armour & covered in men’s blood AND float down the red carpet in a gorgeous flowy dress and high heels looking like the actual personification of spring and sunshine. warrior harbinger of death and floral goddess. when will ur fav ever. when will anyone get on gwendoline’s level. 

i think humanity peaked when we decided that clowns are scary and skeletons are funny

the face-painted red-nosed caricature meant to cause laughter and bring joy to children has morphed into an uncanny-valley harbinger of horror while the dry remains of a human being, originally an omen of death of utmost sacredness, is now instantly funny just looking at it

little folklore things

in some english folklore there is a belief that the first soul buried in a new burying ground will be tasked to haunt the cemetery forever helping souls move on to heaven and help them to avoid the devil and witches, to avoid this fate there is some customs of burying a dog or some other animal in a new cemetery, it is called a church grim, and unlike other black dogs, which are often harbingers of death, it is a benevolent spirit meanwhile in scottish folklore there is the belief that a person will haunt a cemetery until another is buried there to take their place and so on

in breton folklore it’s believed that if you find yourself on the sea on halloween or all soul’s day that the spirits of the dead lost at sea will try and call your name  to get you to carry them back to land so they can be put to rest properly

among the numerous beliefs of the origins of the selkies, one in shetland and orcadian tradtion is that selkies are the souls of drowned sailors who can return to human form once a year to visit their families

it is believed that the seventh son of a seventh son (or seventh daughter of a seventh daughter) who has red hair will be born with the sight to see the fairies

it is believed unwise to wear too much green as it is a fairy colour and might attract them to you

that’s all i got for now, feel free to add ur own fave little folklore things

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KNOW YOUR BATS: Emballonuridae family

Emballonuridae is a family of bats commonly known as sheath-tailed or sac-winged bats. I’m surprised these bats aren’t better known, because they have very uniquely appealing little faces. I think it’s the perpetually upturned nose.

They also have a stunning variety of colors, from the pure-white northern ghost bat to the dark chocolate of the Hill’s sheath-tailed bat.

Among them are some excellent camoflaugers, such as the proboscis bat, which looks like a bit of lichen or damaged bark on a tree.

In fact, many species in Emballonuridae roost on the trunks and branches of trees, in broad daylight, depending on their camouflage to keep them safe. They like to do it in neat little lines.

Sometimes they also stack.

You may have noticed their short little tailed. They’re sometimes called sheath-tailed bats because these tails protrude out of the membrane between their back legs, which can be pulled up to “sheath” the tail. Here’s a video if you don’t quite understand what I mean.

As I mentioned earlier, they’re also called sac-winged bats. This is because they have special pouches near their wrists designed to release pheromones into the air when they flap their wings. Below is a close up of the pouch, closed and then opened.

For the most part these are very small bats, with weights as low as three to four grams- one of the smallest, the proboscis bat, can get caught in spiderwebs and eaten.

Aside from roosting in trees, these bats roost in caves, crevices, and occasionally, human-made structures like wells or stone tombs. Because of this, several species are known as tomb bats. They’re pretty adorable little harbingers of death if you ask me.

Photo credits:

Main set (species in photo caption): Bat Conservation Intl / Jasmine Vink / University of KwaZulu-Natal / Merlin Tuttle / Michael Penney

Emedded in text: Bateleur Nature Reserve / ARKive / Riley Pearce / PSUNHM / Christian Ziegler

The Signs and w̸̡̛͇͙͚͎̯̪̜̖̻̣͕̘̼͍̯̦̮̳͠h̫͓͖̦̠̯̰̜̥̰̲̝̻͈̮͘͘͢ͅa͏̵͚̻͓͈͕͔͍̟͕t̵̵̡͍̺͓̜̻̺̞̻̰͙͙͢

Aries: A harbinger of death and ill tidings, a specter of ill fortune across almost every culture on earth. Very pettable.

Taurus: Something long lived. So long lived that its scales have layers like the earths crust. Long forgotten weather systems trapped beneath its hide.

Gemini: One of many, or many of one, or a single part of a larger but singular whole. The roots go deep.

Cancer: Four black wings like a storm, talons remarkably like whaling hooks and a face of flawless white porcelain. 

Leo: An artificial guardian that completed its job too well. It fears fire.

Virgo: A collector of the blind and lost. Those who could see its face would never trust it.

Libra: What used to be worshiped as a god of the hunt, now trapped in a tangle of roots and cabled under a post-soviet radio tower.

Scorpio: Something that can speak several things at once. Its voice is maddening but it desires companionship.

Ophiuchus: Something that seems to think it is a doctor of some sort.

Sagittarius: Bits of feeling and memory from a thousand thousand wearers simply expanding to fill the space.

Capricorn: Something that learned its purpose and then proceeded to hunt and kill the person responsible. 

Aquarius: A memory of something. As it moves it leaves an afterimage.

Pisces: Something that was never supposed to happen, an accidental production of a horrible process. Beauty from nothing. 

If you would go out of your way to argue how easy it is for capital to automate away jobs when labor costs become too high, then you should probably know that you’re giving all kinds of credibility to those of us who advocate fully-automated luxury communism. I mean, think about it: you’re arguing that so much of human labor ISN’T NECESSARY because said jobs can be done by machines, and yet you STILL want the bulk of humanity to pointlessly scrape by laboring for the capitalist class, receiving meager wages to buy the shit they helped generate in the first place. The above billboard is a THREAT. Let’s not mince words – that billboard is bourgeois propaganda designed to turn the working class against each other and against the broader goals of resource democratization. “If you fight for a basic livable wage, just know that you’re easily replaceable, peon!”

This is what leftists mean when they say that capitalism is an economic system filled to the brim with tensions and contradictions; it’s also what they mean when they say that capitalism inevitably produces its own gravediggers. Automation is one of those gravediggers, and it’s a major one at that. As more and more jobs become automated in the coming decades, the working class will face widespread dispossession, ramping up revolutionary class consciousness in the process. At that point, capitalism will either focus on generating more superfluous jobs for people to work or set about instituting a universal basic income – regardless, the point is to keep enough scraps flowing downward so that people don’t call for a broader system change. In this way, capitalism’s ruling class can maintain control over the wealth-producing means of production and imperialist capital accumulation can continue unrestrained.

For these reasons, “more jobs” and universal basic incomes are not enough. We need to democratize the broader social infrastructure and eliminate the profit system. If you recognize how possible it is to automate away human labor, then you should defenestrate yourself out of the Overton Window and use some political imagination – cut out the unnecessary jobs, automate all the labor you can, produce for human need rather than elite profit, and you end up with drastically reduced working hours and bountiful leisure time. This is the essence of fully-automated luxury communism – the natural conclusion of the conditions that capitalism set in motion.

Be wary of automation in the present climate, but always trace it back to the class struggle. Robots taking our jobs SHOULD be cause for celebration; why should we treat these potential liberators as harbingers of dispossession? Technological advancements are pushing us exponentially towards a de facto post-scarcity world, where everyone’s needs can be comfortably met alongside their desires for community and leisure and entertainment, and yet we’re held back by Empire’s insistence on keeping the means of production hoarded under the command of a superfluous ruling class. As long as we are divided into capitalists and workers, humanity will never know full liberation.

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Do you know when "canon," like as a concept, became like a standard nerd thing?

The amazing thing about the term “canon” is that it didn’t bubble up from the undifferentiated mass of fandom (who actually knows who came up with memes?). We know exactly and specifically where the word comes from when used in this context: an essay written by a Sherlock Holmes fan in 1911, who compared the wild and crazy veneration that fanatical Holmes fans have for the original stories, to holy writ. Another name for the books assembled in the Bible was the canon, as opposed to other books that, for various reasons, were left out of the Bible and “didn’t count.” In other words, the term was originally used ironically and in a self-deprecating way to talk about the almost religious intensity of Holmes fans. 

Part of the reason the term canon caught on was because, even in the 1910s, the public was so mad for Sherlock Holmes that there were all kinds of illegal imitators and non-Conan Doyle authors and knockoffs, and yes, there were even amateur works that were distributed by mail (what today we’d call “fanfiction,” some of which even survives today), so a crucial distinction began to arise between the stuff that was “official” and the stuff that wasn’t. So, here we have the three things that we need to even have the concept of canon as we define it: 1) a group dedicated enough to actually care, who can communicate, 2) a necessary distinction between “official” and not, particularly due to the presence of amateur works (what today we’d call fanfiction), 3) a long term property that could sustain that devotion. 

Now, of the three, which do you think was the one that was absent from a lot of science fiction fandom’s first few decades? It’s actually 3. Canon only matters if it’s something other than just a single story, which the business model of the pulps discouraged. Like TV in the 1960s, every story had to be compartmentalized and serial storytelling was mostly discouraged.

One fandom, big from the 1930s to the 1960s was E.E. Smith’s space opera Lensman series. The Lensman stories were so popular that it received 5 sequels, all of which were planned from the outset. Some Lensman fanfiction from the 1940s is actually still available for reading. Part of the reason the Lensman stories were so popular is that it described a consistent world with consistent attributes: Inertialess Drives, aliens like Chickladorians, Vegians, Rigellians, pressor beams, space axes, Valerian Space Marines, superdreadnoughts, “the Hell Hole in Space,” the works. It was way easier to get sucked into this than it was with the usual “one and done.”  Take for example, this amateur guide to the Lensman series, with art by Betty Jo Trimble.

Canon “policy” as we know it today, as a part of a corporate strategy, started with Star Trek: the Next Generation. Before that, there was no “multimedia property” big enough to necessitate it; Star Wars just didn’t care, which is why pre-Zahn “expanded universe” stories like the Marvel comics were so bonkers. There was no reason to believe that the Trek novels, including good ones by John M. Ford and Diane Duane, were anything else than totally official. Roddenberry, though, was deeply angry about losing control of the film series, and due to his illness (hidden from the public at the time), his canon policy was enforced by his overly zealous attorney. In Star Trek canon, for a long time, the only thing that counted was what was on screen. And not even that…the Star Trek animated series, for several decades, was decanonized. (It wasn’t until Deep Space 9 that animated references crept back in, and today, it’s as canon as everything else).

I don’t want to scare anyone, and this is hearsay, but I’ve heard from three people who were there that Next Generation writers, at least as long as Roddenberry and his attorney were around, were encouraged to not think of the original series as canon at all. References to Spock and even an episode that had an appearance by the Gorn were rewritten.

The Star Trek canon policy was so harsh and unexpected that rules were invented deliberately to kick out popular reference sources, like the rule that starships could only have even numbered nacelles, which meant much of the Franz Joseph guides, published in the millions and praised by Roddenberry and others as official, were vindictively decanonized. 

Star Wars canon is interesting because it was entirely created by the West End Roleplaying Game. It was the only major Star Wars product printed in the Star Wars Dark Age, the 5-6 years between 1986-1991 when all toy lines and comics were canceled and the fandom was effectively in a coma or dead. The Roleplaying Game was the first place that information was collected from diverse sources like the comics and novels. Every single Star Wars novelist read the West End game because it was the only time all this information was in one place. 

Marvel Comics canon is a very interesting example because it was a harbinger of things to come: superhero comics were one of the earliest places in geek culture where the “inmates started to run the asylum”…that is to say, fans produced the comics, guys like Roy Thomas (creator of the Vision and Ultron) who started off as a fanzine writer. Because of the back and forth in letters pages, there was an emphasis on everyone keeping it all together that didn’t exist at DC, which at last count, had 5 (!) totally contradictory versions of Atlantis. 

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15 Comic Books You Had No Idea Were Being Adapted For The Screen
CBR sheds some light on 15 little known comics that are hitting either TV or the big screen sometime soon!
  • After The Wicked and The Divine won three Eisner Award nominations, the books were optioned by Universal Television, with Matt Fraction and Kelly Sue DeConnick’s Milkfed Criminal Masterminds production company. Production is expected to start in 2018. 
  • Valiant is working on creating their own cinematic universe, starting with Harbinger and Bloodshot, their sequels and, eventually, a group of crossover films featuring all of their properties. 
  • Due to the popularity of Lumberjanes and the critical acclaim it received, 20th Century Fox has already optioned the comic book, with Will Widger (The Munchkin) attached to the script. Fox also is apparently trying to recruit a female director before moving forward with casting. 
  • Terry Moore and filmmaker Angela Robinson are partnering to adapt the Strangers In Paradise graphic novel into film. Described as a “sexy, stylish crime story with tons of heart,” production is expected to begin in 2018. 
  • An animated series is currently in the works for the women of Rat Queens with Wiebe attached as its writer. 
My kid does 13K in damage to studio equip, we handle it like lunatics.

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Some background:

I’m an audio engineer and score arranger full time in my self-owned business. It’s how I provide for myself, my fiancée (also CF), and my mother. I record, mix, and master for bands, voice-overs for local commercials, and write music for people’s weddings, college films, indie games, etc.. It was my passion since I was a child and every day I ask myself why I get paid to do what I do.

You know, until today.

I had a woman schedule to come in because she wanted me to record her monologue for an acting class. I thought it was going to be easy enough. I set up a mic and a music stand in the sound booth and got my workstation prepped for tracking. She was supposed to show up at 3:30, so when 4:00 came around, I called her to ask her if she was still coming. It was my last contract for the day and I was wanting to get home to my fiancée, dogs, and dinner.

“Oh, sorry sweetie, I’m going to be there soon. I just had to get my son from ex-boyfriend.”

Uh oh.

4:12, she showed up with her child.

To preface, I’ve never really wanted kids, and don’t really hate them either. But I’ve been childfree of mind for a decade now in league of several bad child experiences in public.

Anyway, I sat her down at the conference table and tried to talk to her about the contract and billing, etc., and just couldn’t because of the six-years-old pile of ovary droppings next to her.

“Mommy it’s cold in here.” “Mommy, I’m bored.” “Mommy, that guy has girl hair.” “Mommy, I want to play on the phone.”

The incessant whining went on for the entirety of the discussion. She did nothing about it. I had an ache in my stomach that this might be a rough session.

I was right.

I showed her to the sound booth, positioned the mic at face level, told her the basics of mic use, and then she floored me with a question.

“Can my son stay in there with you while I do this?” I insisted that he wait in the conference room (across the hall from the control room) because the control room wasn’t a very kid-friendly place considering the 120K of equipment at arms reach.

“But he’s a little angel.”

I shouldn’t have taken her word for it. I SHOULD NOT have taken her word for it. This kid was ANYTHING but. I let him in, told him to sit in one of the office chairs and don’t touch anything. Needless to say, he touched. I queued the recording arm and signaled her to start. She got three lines into her take before I hear a deafening screech and crash.

That little shit machine had just knocked over a $4,000 Korg into a rack with $9,500 of equipment. Completely shattered the touchscreen on the Korg, busted the dials off of half of the effects, and totaled my distressor that I use for almost all the vocals I track.

All of this, by the way, was the room’s length apart from where I told the crotch goblin to stay.

The kid, because of the loud noise, started full-lung screaming. Not crying. Not yelling. Screaming.

The mother, with no hesitation, ran over to the control room and DEMANDED to know what I did to her child. She cussed at me and accused me of hurting her little snot monster. Threatened to sue and even swung at me. When I told her that her precious angel had just racked up at least twelve grand of damages, she said “good”, spit on me, then stormed out, slamming every door on the way. So I pulled the security camera footage and had filed a police report. Grand total: $13,504.25. I also mailed her the bill for her session for good measure.

Of six years in the studio, this is my only truly terrible experience. Fuck mombies. Fuck having children. Thanks for making my vasectomy decision that much easier on me.

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I’ve been thinking about this game. Personally to me it represents a lot of lost potential - it’s a great concept but it’s brought down by a less than stellar execution. The cartoon designs look more like stickers than anything, just barely resembling a stereotype of a stereotype of the 1920′s-30′s cartoon style. While I don’t like complaining about people’s choices in design and art, I guess the theme is one that I’m rather passionate about, and a little bit of research from the developers would bring the game to a much greater level of quality than it is at the moment. The monsters in the game are also just unimaginably lame, and to me represent just plain blowing off the original idea in favor of more “serious” horror.

(Continued under a readmore because I say a lot; tl;dr I talk more about where the game went wrong in my opinion and how I would recommend changing it.)

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taz ep 65: accusations and their possible meanings

this is a list of the accusations from ep 65 and my interpretation of what they reference

  • they willingly tear out their souls” (lup and barry becoming liches)
  • they shatter the very will of god” (possibly the ipre squad returning to life every cycle in the starblaster even if they die, therefore evading death)
  • who are they to take the fate of the world into their hands?
  • they’ll burn the world down around them
  • we must find the seventh harbinger” (lucretia being separated from the group during the trial cycle)
  • there will be a necessary betrayal” (lucretia erasing the memories of the ipre squad and forming the bureau of balance)
  • they abandon their family” (merle abandoning his family and children)
  • they run away from the town they killed” (taako running away after the glamour springs incident)
  • they run away from town they let die” (magnus being unable to save raven’s roost)
  • they kill so many goblins. such brutality, for what?” (thb not caring very much about collateral damage in here there be gerblins)
  • they are a moment too late. the town will be engulfed” (thb being too late to save phandalin)
  • they killed him in the street, threw his body off a cliff, torn apart by dogs” (thb killing barbara from the hammerhead gang in petals to the metal)
  • they take time from their rescue to steal from the bank” (thb stealing from the goldcliff trust in petals to the metal)
  • they assault the guardian of clay. they know they’ll forget.” (thb attacking or messing with roswell, knowing that their actions will be erased with the next loop in the eleventh hour)
  • so much cruelty toward the child who loves them” (thb bullying angus mcdonald)
  • he took the guards with them, left them with the monster” (magnus kidnapping the two guards, then leaving them at the start of the suffering game)
  • a terrible choice. it is not theirs to make. it is nobody’s to make.
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B A N • S H E E (noun)
A human woman with the ability to access the supernatural and is a harbinger of death. They are known as the Wailing Woman. A banshee experiences premonitions of one’s impending death. Their predictions appear to them as factors that will be the causal factor of near- or affirmative death experiences.

Consider this:

Garrus syncing Shepard’s vitals with his visor.

Given that comm buoys are a Thing and that military gets to go first, that means Garrus gets updates as soon as something happens.

As soon as Shepard gets spaced, the first one out of the Amada system to know she’s dead? Garrus.

When she’s injured during battle? Garrus.

When she’s drugged up to her eyeballs in Arrival? Garrus.

When she’s blasted by Harbinger and walks into the beam? Garrus.

When she’s ready to lay down and give up, when her signals are failing? Garrus.

When her heart continues to pulse, against all odds, when her lungs get a breathe of air, when, against everything the galaxy threw at Shepard, she continues to live? Garrus.