An elf maiden dances on feet of living wood sung into shape, planted in soil and watered when she takes them off. Every year she plants the old ones and sings a new pair. (Incidentally, the pair of peach saplings from three years ago have produced an excellent crop- She makes preserves from them, and despite the inevitable jokes about “toe-jam”, they are appreciated.)
A dwarf king has a metal fist, all tiny gears and fine wires, kept wound by a mischievous mine-spirit bound to the spring as punishment- the more it struggles, the tighter the spring.
An orc chieftaness is regularly asked for the story of how she earned the name Wyrmthrottler- she boasts of how she strangled the dragon that ate her arm, and had her shaman make a new arm from its bones, with its fangs as the fingers.
A necromancer simply re-attached his old leg bones- Sacrificing a few mice each day keeps it going.
A pirate captain lost her arm to a shark attack: a passing selkie saved her, and gave her tattoos of kraken blood. Now she has an arm made of salt-water, that grows and wanes with the tides, and swings a cutlass as well as the original. (She doesn’t sail as far these days though: she doesn’t want her wife to worry.)
A wandering swordsman was broken at the waist- his ancestral armour allows him to walk again, as long as he keeps it polished, and burns incense to the ancestors regularly.
A high priestess has an eye made from a crystal ball- to predict the future, all she has to do is wink.
A bard was struck deaf by illness- he struck a deal with the god of music. Now he wears hearing-trumpets made from his old pipes, and dedicates his every song to the god of music- the better he plays, the better his hearing. (It is said his music could make statues weep, and he can hear a mouse fart at 60 paces.)
A princess has the arm of a golem, enchanted clay with mystic words carved in- her music tutor despairs of how her harp playing has become even worse, but her calligraphy tutor is ecstatic over her handwriting.
A goblin pickpocket has an arm made of whatever he steals- no-one feels his fingers, and even if they did, they couldn’t find their possessions amongst all the rest.
A witch has eyes made from shadow and starlight, given to her in a game with a demon. Nobody dares to ask what she wagered- they aren’t even sure she won.
A warg was born deaf and blind- his people learned of his power when the nearest birds started staring at them, and dogs pricked up their ears as he walked past.
Day One:Festival/Kissing Booth
Happy billdipweek 2017 guysss!
- If they’ll try to kiss you i’ll make pay them far more than 5c - Something like… life? - Din Din! Right answer lil Sapling, your prize is a kiss!
AHHH I’M SO EXITED! IT’S STUPID BUT IT’S THE FIRST TIME I PARTECIPE AT AN EVENT LIKE THAT AND ADSBHSDBKCHKSHCABSKH I’M HAPPY AHHHHH *shut up Mochi.*
I don’t know if i can do all the day because this is the last week of school so it’s full of tests (yes………. the last week…………………………..) and then i will have a really important exam so i have to work hard and study, but I’LL TRY!
when de-stress? we all have those moments when we are exhausted with work but at the same
time also overwhelmed and stressed about the rest of the work we got to do. specifically
at this time, it’s does good to take a step back and just let go of your
worries till the time you start on work again - it’s time to de-stress my folks
i bring you a list of things which will help you calm your mind and take
control of yourself; let’s begin!!
to calm down your mind after a stressful day
cuddle with pets (or better, with stuffies!!)
got those 8 hours of sleep? If not, jump in to take a nap!
meditate, at least for 5-10 minutes - take control of your mind
drink lots and lots of water!! (doesn’t help you to de-stress in real sense,
but helps you feel a lot better)
listen to some calming music (rain sounds, ambient music whatever suits your
or blast out pop music and dance around to release tension
workout till you’re sore. don’t stop. (this helps I swear, bc you just feel
really tired to even worry)
talking to fam or friends (or me!!) about what’s stressing you out
live in the moment. stop worrying about things on which you don’t have control
on and about future work. what’s going to come will come; it doesn’t do good to
worry about them.
some calming things to do
try making a beautiful new bullet journal spread; put a lot of effort in it
maybe paint? draw? (personally, drawing flowers help me relax)
eat your comfort food; cook it yourself too
do a bit of reading out of your favourite book (we the #nerds)
close your eyes and think about happy moments and nothing else
practice something which takes patience like calligraphy, sewing or just
planting a sapling
have cake and chocolate or sweet stuff bc sweet things are amazing always
self care!! my personal favourite!! put on that face mask, listen to your favourite
music and take a long long bath using bath bombs!! such royalty haha
drink hot chocolate or green tea :’) no coffee though, pals
become a child. notice the small things - they’ll give you much more joy than
fancy parties and pricey things will do (e.g. sing nursery rhymes, play hide
and seek, go out in the sunshine and get an ice - the list goes on!)
watch nice YouTube videos!! hint: routine videos specially night ones are
wonderful to watch and are always super relaxing!!
call over some friends, have a sleepover and giggle about stupid things (e.g.
my sister and I are the absolute riots, we were giggling about nursery rhymes
the other day; she’s like twiiinkhle twiiinkhle luly staryyy; basically
messing up the lyrics - lowkey cracked me up hahaha)
sometimes though, just starting on the work that you had been procrastinating
on will help you relax bc you are getting work done
lastly, sTOP worrying and stressing!! stressing about stupid things is the main
reason why you feel overwhelmed; so stop fam!!
have a wonderful day, love!! I hope this
list helped you in some way!! :-)
go check out my other masterposts here and you can always sent in a request
is always open!!
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love, Taylor xo
The professor who teaches metalworking and shop classes gets called the Old Professor, but he isn’t old. At least, he doesn’t look it. He gets called the Old Professor, but he calls himself Sequoia.
Sequoia is eight feet tall, with metal in his eyes and kindness in his hands and silence in his mouth. You’re a psych major without a drop of poetry in your soul but when you first heard his voice, something in your lizard-brain said “this is what a forest’s voice would sound like.”
There are indeed forests, inked into his dark brown arms - woods going up into misty mountains, ancient trees in forests primordial growing amongst ferns the size of houses, twiggy saplings rearing their heads above the fertile ash of pyroclasric flow.
There’s probably iron in the ink, an art major tells you. “Lots,” says another, subdued. “Red caps chased me to the shop building. He caught the leader by the arm and…I saw it burn.”
You don’t believe that, but it makes you shiver anyway. Even if his touch did burn Them, wouldn’t it be from the iron in his skin thanks to his line of work?
Among his red-black locs are iron rings made from old nails, silver rings so pure one of Them grumbled to you that they sing, and beads of green sea-glass and jade and one glittery chartreuse pony bead that Jimothy gave him in exchange for a whole sack of red ones. He’s free with the rings (usually to students) and the glass (usually to Them) but he treasures that damn ugly little plastic bead and you’ve seen him press it lightly to his mouth when he’s thinking.
Sequoia must have been a false name when he chose it. You don’t think anyone on campus would claim it is now. Really, you find that the most telling thing of all - though what it tells, you’re never sure.
But there is kindness in his hands, and welcome in his silence, and when you’ve all but fallen through his doorway with the tang of blood in the back of your throat from running and the sound of hooves behind you (not running; it would have been less frightening if whatever was back there had bothered to RUN) there is tea in his hands too, and you feel the hollow in your chest begin to heal as you pour out your story and your terror to a watchful face full of quiet interest and altogether free of judgement.
Brave Williams from New York is just 17 but is already 7ft 1 and growing
Towering over his teammates at 7ft 1in tall, 17-year-old Brave Williams is hoping his height can help propel him to sporting stardom.
The 400lb senior at Lake Shore High School in Angola, New York, is already a highly-regarded member of his high school basketball and American football teams.
And the youngster is now setting his sights on winning a much-coveted college athletic scholarship.
‘When I was five years old, I was like 5ft 3in.’
'The teachers thought I was actually a second grader, so they put me in the wrong class for about an hour before they realised their mistake.’
'I had to tell them that I was just starting school.’
However, Brave very nearly didn’t make it to even his first birthday - he had to be delivered via caesarian because the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck.
'The doctors tried to pull me out three times before they were going to take more drastic measures. But as soon as my dad touched my mom’s forehead, I let go, and the doctors got me out,’ Brave told high school sports site MaxPreps.
'My dad instantly named me Brave because I needed a strong name.’
Specialists were concerned that he might be suffering from a form of gigantism known as Sotos syndrome, but tests done at three months and again at three years came back clear - much to the relief of his mother Angela.
She said: 'Every day he grew more and more, so that was when I got worried.
'To finally get the word that you have just got a tall kid was really relieving to say the least.’
Brave is now 7ft 1in tall - the same as Basketball Hall of Fame legend Shaquille O'Neal - but experts predict will be 7ft 5in by the time he stops growing, the same size as his great-great uncle.
Brave said: 'He made a pine tree look like a sapling. So, I think that’s where I got most of my height from.’
Born of African-American and Native American heritage, Brave lives on the Cattaraugus Reservation in the Seneca Nation of Indians.
The tall teen sleeps in a custom-made bed, although his feet still dangle off the end, and wears size 21 shoes.
While Brave’s size makes him killer on the court, it does also attract unwelcome attention in the form of stares and comments.
Mom Angela said: 'It was tough for me when my son turned five because then he had to go to school and I had to share him with the world.
'It was hard because he is sensitive and people stare, they look, they point.
'Now he’ll take the time to talk to everybody, people ask him the same questions over and over again - “How tall are you? Are you a wrestler? Are you this? Are you that?” And he just takes the time to respond, that’s his special gift.’
Brave is now determined to go on and become a pro athlete, but says he wants to go to college and complete his studies first - and would like to major in engineering.
And for 5ft 9in Angela, Brave’s stature is more than just an accident of genetics.
'I thought about my son being tall for a long time, and I think there is a reason why he’s so tall - because it gets him noticed and makes people listen to him,’ she added.
'But the rest is what matters, what really makes him special. I know he’s going to do big things.’
Been trying to get into gw2 again! Here’s my sylvari Dirt!
She’s a bit Older for a sylvari, being somewhere in her 30s,and she’s a Mesmer.
Dragged away by the nightmare court as a wee sapling fresh out the pod, her entire body is just covered in scars from the encounter, which can sometimes be difficult to distinguish from natural markings. Her face and back are the most obvious though.
She only made it out alive when a passing charr stopped to help (My warrior, Iola) ! They’re good friends and spent a fair amount of time traveling together before parting ways, only to find each other again on the same vigil airship. Reunion!
In which she would finally return the favor of this kindly charr.
She’s mostly quiet, moody, and known for a rather dry sense of humor. And being very good at staring contests.
Somewhat frightening to watch in battle as she is a bit more hands on and vicious than the average Mesmer’s illusionist fluff.
this town is breathtaking, and provided lots of inspiration for one of my other towns. clover paths, perfect landscaping, and all the glowing lights made rivergum one of my favorite towns to dream of so far!
James Bond is a pop culture juggernaut, but even obsessive fans have trouble keeping track of the secret agent’s complicated history of over dozens of films. Here’s what you need to know about the iconic man of mystery.
James Bond makes men sit down by using a gun: Everyone knows that the superspy travels around the world to make men sit down, but how does he make them sit down? James Bond’s secret weapon is the gun, a kind of gentleman’s sword. He often uses his gun after uttering the classic catchphrase, “Please seat yourself anywhere.”
All the incarnations of James Bond are brothers and live together in a studio apartment: Here’s one of the more obscure bits of Bond mythology. All the James Bonds—from the Sean Connery James Bond to the Daniel Craig James Bond—are brothers who were given the same first name by their parents. To save money after moving to London and joining MI6, they rented a studio apartment where they all sleep together in a single king-sized bed, except for the Roger Moore James Bond, who sleeps on the floor in a sleeping bag because there isn’t room for him.
Bond’s code number 007 is a reference to 7: Author Ian Fleming didn’t pick 007 at random. Most viewers don’t realize that it’s intended as a clever nod to the number 7.
James Bond doesn’t understand that humanity is weak and corrupt and that the Earth must be purged so a better world can be built on society’s ashes: The fool, Bond can’t see that, like a forest fire allowing fresh saplings to grow, civilization must be swept away to make room for a utopia. Disgusting sheep, that’s what most people are, living their tedious lives, mindlessly destroying their environment in pursuit of the almighty dollar. It would be a favor to burn them all away, like the ants they are, and allow a select group of genetically superior humans to repopulate the planet, but Bond doesn’t have the vision to embrace what needs to be done.
Jason Bourne is pretty much the same thing: One of the best thing about James Bond is that he’s basically Jason Bourne. You can nitpick ways that they’re slightly different, but they’re essentially identical. James Bond being more or less Jason Bourne is what theatergoers have loved about Bond for over 50 years!