pickaxes

a few thoughts on tomb raider 2018 trailer

the good first.

  • alicia vikander is lara croft!
  • the way it looks shot for shot like the game can both be a blessing and a curse. sometimes too much faithfulness to the adaptation can hinder a movie, but sometimes going too far will do that too. it’s a tightrope highwire act balancing the two out.
  • i love how they show lara being so good with puzzles and how it seems she’s uncomfortable with her father’s reputation and living up to it.
  • it doesn’t seem to be a full-fledged expedition, just lara croft and lu ren (daniel wu).
  • also, daniel wu!!!
  • did i mention how much i love how lara seemed so uncomfortable being the daughter of richard croft? 
  • the accurate boat scene!
  • the accurate clothes!
  • the pickaxe!!!
  • kristin scott thomas!

things that make me go hmmm (aka: willing to reserve judgement although concerned a bit):

  • i hope they clean up the cgi more!
  • sam doesn’t seem to exist in the movie, on the other hand, we might get daniel wu as lara’s love interest, which is also great. because that’s also novel. (apparently, we can’t get both a woman and someone with diverse ethnicity to be lara’s potential love interest).
  • again, willing to withhold judgement but i’m a bit ‘hmmmm’ at introducing the element where lara has to save the world because her father asked her. this is the part where i wish it stuck closer to the first (reboot) game. i like the idea that lara did the expedition to get out from her father’s shadow and make a name for herself.
  • hopefully, aside from physical similarities from reboot!lara croft, the reason alicia vikander was cast is because they will use her skillful acting talent to convey the weight lara felt killing for the first time, and how slowly the way she had to kill to survive again and again until she becomes so desensitized and raw. and post-island we saw the toll on her.
  • …i am not sure about the braid and the two guns at the end.

despite all the 'hmmm’ moments i am genuinely excited! because omg! a new lara croft movie and they’re finally taking it seriously!!!

16 May, Romani Day of Resistance.

Romani are usually excluded whenever the topic of the Holocaust/WW2 comes up, so it’s not all too surprising that the Romani Day of Resistance is very unknown to the majority. But it should be celebrated and embraced since it represents a change in the way Romani culture and identity appear in public space - where a history of resistance replaces a history of oppression:

  • On 15 May 1944, the underground resistance movement in the Auschwitz, Birkenau concentration camp BIIe warned the Roma that the SS guards were planning to round up the nearly 6,000 Roma and Sinti prisoners and send them to the gas chambers. 
  • On the morning of 16 May, the Romani prisoners did not show up for the usual morning roll call and ceased cooperating with the SS guards.
  • The Roma barricaded themselves into their shanties. They had broken into an equipment warehouse and armed themselves with hammers, pickaxes and shovels, taking apart the wooden sections of the bunks they slept on to make wooden stakes. 
  • When the SS guards approached the area, they were met with armed resistance from the inmates. 
  • The prisoners forced the guards into retreat, and though some prisoners were shot that night, the act of resistance allowed the Roma and Sinti prisoners to put off execution for several more months.
  • The SS were in shock because they had completely failed to anticipate this resistance. Concerned they might lose more men and that the uprising might spread to other parts of Auschwitz, they retreated from camp BIIe.
  • No Roma died in the gas chambers that day. The Nazis subsequently put the prisoners of BIIe on a starvation diet.
  • Later, on 23 May 1944 the Nazis moved 1,500 of the strongest Romani prisoners to Auschwitz I, many of whom were then sent to Buchenwald concentration camp.
  • On 25 May 1944, 82 Romani men were transported to the Flossenburg concentration camp and 144 young Romani women were sent to the Ravensbrück concentration camp.  
  • Less than 3,000 Romani prisoners remained in the family camp at BIIe, most of them children.
  • On 2 August 1944, the Nazis gassed all the remaining Romani prisoners to death in gas chamber V, although the Roma fought back on that dark night as well.

In Hungary the 2nd of August was designated in 2005 by the Parliament as “Roma and Sinti Genocide Remembrance Day”, yet most European countries make no or insufficient mention of the Roma victims in their official position regarding the Holocaust. 

Roma are still misrepresented by stereotypes that overshadow our culture and real identity and it should be needless to say that Europe should put some effort on making the Roma genocide widely known and recognized, to serve as a counter force to the increasingly violent rhetoric and action against the Roma because and through them. Yet it does not seem like anything like that will happen any time soon. 

& Yes, please reblog this to make at least some of our history known.

Aurlandsdalen, Norway

Submitted by Yngwie Scheerlinck / @yngwie_traveladdict 

I did a trekking from the Hardangervidda plate to the fjords and this cabin was located in a very remote gorge full of waterfalls from the surrounding glaciers who where melting. The cabin itself was one of the last things that were left of the mining in the area except for some old pickaxes.

Inej: Once you hit rock bottom, the only place left to go is up.

Kaz: You underestimate me. I’ve brought my pickaxe and I’m ready to dig.

decesez  asked:

notch is homophobic, how do you feel about that steve

With a pickaxe to the crotch

I will take him down a NOTCH

all his plans I’ll surely botch

I’ll take his money and drink his scotch

I will let you break my heart. I will let you rip it apart with your sharp, pointed teeth.

I will let you deepen the crack in my skull, sinking into it with your pickaxe words.

I will let myself fall in love with you even if your love is not pure, even if it is made up of woe.

I will allow you to flow in my blood like arachnids under my skin that crawl too quickly in the night.

I will let myself die with the lies that you claimed to be truth. I will let myself die for a moment of being with you.

I will let your voice melt all of my inhibitions. I will allow my fears to be stripped along with my dignity by the way your loving words roll so smoothly off of your vocal chords.

I will allow you to take over my being because no one has ever wanted to before

and I hate myself in every moment because of it.

—  babydichter 

schniggles  asked:

I would be so very, very interested in your take on a Stardew Valley fic

Elliot opened the door to his cabin, and nearly fell backwards, swallowing an unbecoming shriek of surprise.

The woman who’d claimed the old farm west of Pelican Town was standing right outside his door. Her dark eyes were wide and wild, blue hair frayed and flying in every direction, green slime and rust smudged over her cheeks. The hem of her white dress was tattered, touched with the mud that soaked her heavy boots.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hello?” he said. “Are you hurt?” He thought that some of the mud might have been bruises, but it was hard to tell.

She laughed like a jug full of rocks. “Yeah,” she said. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of him. “You weren’t here this morning so I went to the mine.” She had a pickaxe and a sword strapped to her back, both looking worn and battered.

“Would you like me to call Harvey?” he asked, because the longer he looked at her the more she looked as if she was about to collapse.

“No, I’ll probably just go to bed,” she said, pulling her backpack in front of her so that she could dig through it.

“It really seems like you should go to the hosp–”

He was interrupted when she shoved something towards him.

“I got you this lobster,” she said.

It was in poor shape, having apparently been kept at the bottom of her bag, beneath raw ore and berries and sharp hunks of crystal. He took it very gingerly from her with the tips of well-manicured fingers. Hers were chewed ragged and covered in dirt.

“This is a beautiful gift,” he assured her. “Thank you.”

She beamed. Her teeth were stained red.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to–”

“Okay, bye,” she said, turning to run back toward the bridge into town. Elliot was left standing in the doorway to his cabin, spotless from his boots to his cravat, holding a disfigured lobster covered in gold dust and crushed salmonberries.

He looked at the lobster.

“… I wonder if she likes poetry.”

Sloppy magic versus calculated magic.

Neither is fundamentally better than the other, each has it’s strengths and weaknesses. Sloppy magic may be include the risk of going wrong, but usually utilizes intense emotion which is the one of most powerful things in magic. Calculated magic can lack raw power but makes up for it in being very precise and effective. 

Sloppy magic is for the rushed sigil you draw on your math test that you’re sure you failed, but with your intense desperate magic, surprisingly find out later you passed with an ok mark. Sloppy magic is for emotionally, violently cursing your abusive ex to suffer endless insomnia and horrific regret. Sloppy magic isn’t ‘half assed’ magic, or ‘amateur magic’, it’s very simply neither calculated nor precise. Instead of elaborate rituals, it’s rage, desperation, elation, despair, raw love, pure joy, etc. It’s emotional magic, rushed or spontaneous magic, unprepared magic, but still just as powerful a magic calculated. 

Calculated magic is making your bigoted boss lose his job by targeting his superiors, making them notice his shortcomings that they’d previously been blind to. Calculated magic is the elaborate, long thought out wards that you permanently have surrounding your home, with intricate sigils and laboured over energy grids. It’s calm, well researched, complicated magic plays the long game. It’s demands less immediate results, and more long thought out processes of magic, unravelling things thread by thread or tearing them down brick by brick, ensuring success.

Calculated magic sacrifices time for exact, effective results, whereas sloppy sacrifices precision for raw intense power. Calculated magic tears down the wall carefully but laboriously brick by brick with your bare hands, sloppy magic slams a pickaxe into the wall and immediately knocks it down without care about where the bricks fall, whether they’ll land on your feet. 

Always be aware of your actions, your words, your intention, your emotions. 

anonymous asked:

what are normal things that happen in field archaeology? and what does an archaeologist look like

Ok, normal things that happen in the field, according to my experience and to my friends’ (we haven’t had the chance to go to field school together yet, but hopefully this is the year!):

-it’s too sunny to see the stratigraphy

-it’s too cloudy to see the stratigraphy

-is this a sherd or a rock?

-”Wear the Indiana Jones hat proudly”, says the Professor

-”Clean this structure!”, says Professor; «but it’s just a bunch of roots…», thinks student; Professor stomping around excavation area; Professor is beauty and grace and eventually trips on and destroys said structure; Professor and student look at each other; “I always knew it wasn’t important,” says Professor

-you no longer fill your lungs with air, but with dust and dirt

-you no longer cry tears, but mud

-”Look, I’m digging white dirt!” exclaims rookie student; “You destroyed a bone,” says veteran student

-headquarters in the middle of nowhere, nights dark and chilly, forest all around… it is time for creepy stories

-wildlife appears

-night stroll interrupted upon seeing a pair of big round eyes shining in the dark; “IT’S A LION!!!”; night stroll becomes marathon for survival

-black spot on the wall; black spot moves; black spot is a spider; bring a bucket and a pickaxe and the big shovel and maybe we should call the Professor to help us

-call the Professor

-”Can you pass me the thing?”; “Can you hold me the thing while I measure the thing for the thing?”; “Did you see my thing?”; “Look at the thing I found!”; “Where’s the bucket for special things?”

-building new hills and valleys and mountains with all the dirt covering the Main Objective: you are the Destroyer and Creator of Worlds

-The Good Professor: “Kids, time for the mid-morning snack!” and “Kids, hide everything, it’s lunch time!”

-The Bad Professor: “You are doing it wrong.” and “Stop contaminating my archaeological site with biscuit crumbs, who told you to eat anyway???”

-”If the boars come, drop everything and climb to the trees.”

-who needs sunscreen when you have ochre?

-”Take your feet off my square!”

-metalhead girl finds first piece of bronze of that year’s campaign: let the metal-puns begin!

-Professor brings portable chair; Professor installs portable chair between two glorious oaks; Professor picks a square for himself, sits on dirt and works

-sharing the back of the jeep with material, samples, colleagues and Professor’s portable chair

-you know you’re going on an archaeological mission when the jeep is old and uncomfortable 

-old and uncomfortable jeeps are the best

-overloaded jeep going up and down the mountain, brakes might not work; “We trust you with our lives, (name of the doctorate student driving the jeep). No pressure.”

-look at all these sherds!

-turns out you broke a once perfectly intact jar/dish/whatever, we’ll only know what’s this crap once we glue it back together

-”IT’S A STELE!!” yells rookie student, pointing a piece of broken marble

-”I found a pretty shell in that shell midden!”

-digging Roman ruins wearing no hard hat = YOLO

-asking the metalhead girl the secret behind walking around with safety boots when it’s 35ºC

-disconnected from the world

-waking up at 6 a.m. to the Indiana Jones theme; chicken and pork for breakfast; pick up Professor at 7 a.m.; work starts at 8 a.m.; everybody is joyful and happy and it is a beautiful day

-”A friend just called from (some other Professor’s excavation site); do you guys want to hear the gossip???”

-gossip is a sexual scandal, everybody laughs and is very happy to be in the opposite side of the country

-field drawing

-field stick-men drawing

-Professor fell asleep on his square

-”Do we have insurance?” asks rookie student; “What the fuck is that?” asks veteran student

And finally…

An archaeologist looks like the hate child of a Special Ops and a partisan.