“ i was THINKING about working at– or starting and ICE CREAM or FROYO shop… “ ( did people still like froyo ?? ) “ but the IRONY might just be too much, “ bobby chuckles, his hand turning into PURE ICE. that’s one way to get someone’s attention.
do you know of any sources for Tooth Fairy Loki? Because that is amazing and I want to know more, but googling isn't yielding anything useful.
My professor cited a Faroese tradition (in the post I made with the drawing I said Danish bc I was looking at the wrong page of notes: later corrected it, but for some reason the original post is the one that is going around again. Sorry!) but as it stands I don’t know which specific legend/poem/children’s rhyme/etc. he is referring to.
However, in this paper on Loki in relation to the Vätte and the Ash-Lad, there is talk of a folk tradition in Telemark, Norway, of giving small offerings to the fire for “Loke”, and in “South-Eastern Sweden and Swedish-speaking areas East of the Baltic: milk teeth are thrown into the fire during the recitation of
a rhyme that addresses Lokke~Luku~Luki~Nokk(e)…. ´Lokke, Lokke, give me a gold-tooth | Here you have a gold-tooth´” (Heide, 67). They later mention that in the areas closest to Finland milk teeth are offered to either Lokke, Nokk(e), or Tomten.
The paper goes on to say that this fire-teeth-thing MUST mean that Loki lives under the fireplace, but there are so many other Nordic variants on Loki´s daily business out there (it’s raining while the sun’s out: Loke is beating his children; the sun is shining on wet ground: Loke is out in the fields today, etc.) not to mention the fact that the paper also explicitly cites other crazy ways of disposing of baby teeth, such as shoving them in walls (Iceland) or dropping them through cracks in the floor (Småland) for someone called ‘Mouse’.
So: there is evidence of this tooth-giving phenom, but I would read this paper with care as I think the spider thread (pun) is weak, and the idea that creatures such as Vätte, Ash-lad, Tomte, ‘Mouse’, etc. are all the same type of being is not accurate: if you take the tail off of a Hulder, she does not a Nissen make, for example. Nonetheless it is exciting to see how much Loke/Lokke we can find in rhymes and folklore throughout the Nordics and Scandinavia, as Loki himself survives only in the myths of Iceland and the Faroes.
River Song's Wardrobe (Updated for “The Husbands of River Song”!)
So after my post on Martha Jones’ wardrobe got unexpectedly loved, and before I wrote about Rose’s Series 1 clothes, I thought I’d continue to put my two favorite things together (costume analysis and Doctor Who) and see what I could come up with. Because this is my specialty, yo, and it makes me happy.
So: let’s do River Song!
Now, there’s a small difficulty here. Either I can analyze River’s outfits in the order we see them, thus revealing the writer/viewer’s arc of her character’s trajectory, or we can look at them in the order River wore them from her perspective, going all in-universe and watching River’s wardrobe progression in the order it happened for her. I’ve decided to go with the second object, because then we can admire how the costume team managed to keep certain threads (oops, pun) consistent in a story that’s all out of order and out of time. And then you can go back and piece it together in order if you want! What nerds we are!
So, anyway, what’s River wearing when we first meet her? Well.
I’m sure it’s the height of baby-fashion, whatever it is. One nice anon pointed out that it looks like something called a Halo sleep sack, though, so there’s a thing for you. Baby fashion, guys. It’s complex.
River/Melody appears a few more times as a child, but her clothes are so little seen that I can’t really build anything solid off of them. River’s wardrobe only really starts to come into its own when she’s under the name of Mels, larking about with her parents:
What a lovely gif. You can’t see the outfit terribly well (because I chose this gif over closer shots, sue me), but it’s a gray tank and a black leather jacket. Not much to go on, but tank tops tend to be for active people and leather jackets always signal “tough person,” unless David Tennant is wearing one and looking like a wet adorable rat.
He is so smoll.
But the color palette for Mels’ clothes is already important: despite being a very colorful person, River sticks to a neutral palette most of the time, relying most heavily on beigey colors or muted earth tones, often with a shot of black to spice it up.
Kinda like the above outfit, actually. While we’re looking at it, note the pattern on her dress: how weird it is, kind of skeletal. It’s bold, but not an easily identifiable print like polka dots or stripes or florals. It looks like rows of spines, or barbed fencing. Something fierce and weird and not to be trusted.
Ah, good, now Alex Kingston is wearing it! Look at how the fit changes: that’s the River Song shape, right there, from the knee-length hem to the v-neck neckline to the drapey bodice. There’s usually a lot of draping in her dresses; I think it’s to add to the drama of it all, that appearance she has of living life on a very great stage.
In the above picture, River’s showing off her great lace-up boots, too. Here is someone who came dressed for murder. She totally looked in the mirror today and said “And that’s how an assassin looks!” to herself, while dancing to punk rock. Or to the screams of horrified civilians, as happens with her next outfit.
Hey everyone, with the Hiatus still in full swing, hopefully
over soon, I thought it might be a good time to share some theories I’ve been
having concerning some of the characters that we’ve yet to see in the comic. A
quick trip to the casts page will show you everything you need to know, but for
those who’d prefer not to:
And their demons.
I’m gonna put all of this under
the cut to avoid clogging up anyone’s dash.
This may come as a shock to most but delivery days were not among the top of Junis’s favorite days. There were times, plenty of times, when delivery days would bring relief to and a small sort of happiness as a certain shelf got replenished or something that they hadn’t offered before was introduced. But most of the time Junis would sigh in his office in the back of the market, hands rubbing at his temples as he stared at the clock.
And it wasn’t that the process was stressful, nono, Junis had worked it out three days into the job on how to keep the transitions smooth and averting any crises such as a dropped root or broken gourd. It just always threw off the day. Even though he specifically cut out time to deal with the delivery, it always pushed things back because time seemed to be plentiful for those who delivered to the market. Always taking their time, telling him to relax, etcetera etcetera. But how could he relax when time was being wasted when it could be devoted to working? Or getting ahead of the work?
Finally the clock rolled around and Junis stood from his chair, readjusting his computer’s mouse on the key pad, once, twice, three times, until it was in the right position, and walked out of his office. He waved to one of the stock boys, motioning to the back of the store as to where he would be. Perhaps he should have walked over and explicitly told him as to avoid any confusion, but the nod in return assured Junis enough to not stop from his path.
When he arrived at the back he opened the door, propping it open, and looking around the back lot to find the person he was expecting. The corners of his mouth down turned at the sight of the Clark boy.
“Theo!” he called from his place, crossing his arms over his chest. “What are you doing?”
hey everyone! i’m sort of back from my surgery recovery; slowly trying to get back on my feet. please bear with me as i get back into the swing of things and get to my drafts. i’ve missed you all! feel free to slide on into those dms w/ questions, puns, memes, headcanons, new threads, and all the good things. xoxo