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Hi! I’m thinking about getting a rune tattooed (probably one connected with Frey or inner strength), but I got worried now that I saw the post about nazis and runes. Do you know any place I can look these things up?

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systlin:

If you want to get a tattoo of a rune, goddamn well do it. (I recommend Jera, the rune of the harvest for Freyr, or Eihwaz, the rune of success through hard work and endurance, for inner strength.)

And then go out of your way to be the most stand up sort of person that you can be, and do everything in your power to oppose racism. 

We do not let those fuckers take this from us. 

Which reminds me, I am considering something rather exciting involving runes, ink, and needles some time this year.

Which reminds ME

I want the whole futhark tattooed down the length of my spine. I ought to see how much that would cost, one rune at a time. 

I do have an Algiz on my body, which was very much a matter of being distracted with a needle in my hand and noting the addition some minutes later, but the idea I have, alas, would be impossible for me to execute on my own.

Had I the money, I’d fly myself over there and pay you to do mine. 

I am, alas, a poor bitch. 

Ha. I would even treat you to a local history museum, to look at Scythian sculpture and try and not steal Cossack swords.

Not that Scythian sculpture does not make my palms itch, but a large slab of stone may be difficult to conceal, I imagine.

That’s why you’ve gotta create a diversion first. 

Which could be me hauling ass for freedom with several Cossack swords. 

Can I come too? I /want/

Naturally. It should be fun.

I will provide sanctuary if you bring me a pair of Cossack swords. Or two.

How wonderful it is to have friends not strange to hospitality.

Our hospitality includes food, liquor, and putting the heads of those tracking you on pikes in the front yard.

And a good taste for landscape design, too!

Hey if there’s any leftover hands on them thar corpses, I can make you hands of glory for your next thieving escapade. waste not, want not.

Oh, the hands, the skulls, the skin! There is so much potential.

The tops of the skulls will be kept to drink from, once the crows have picked them clean. We can decorate around the windows with the lower jaws.

Of course you can make use of the hands, @thehornedwitch. It only makes sense.

The long bones can be made into more weapons. The rest can be ground for use in the garden.

Anybody know how to enchant necropants?

Alas, that I do not know, but I do need a new wallet.

I offer every barrel of my wormwood mead in exchange for such wonderful company, as well as teeth and finger bones, should any be left from the enemies.

Wormwood

Mead

I have wormwood and I make mead.

@slavicafire my eyes have been opened. I need this. I must make this. My thanks.

Also, dibs on the teeth, I bet they make cool jewelry.

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Paladin™: when you’re kinda feeling cleric but also want to Stab

Sorcerer™: when you wanna be a caster but you don’t wanna be a nerd

Bard™: when you’ve never made a decision in your life and you don’t intend to start now

Warlock™: when you’re not quite ready to admit you’re into cryptids like that

Druid™: when honestly you’d rather be on the floor petting the DM’s cat but they made you play and this is the next best thing you guess

Fighter™: when all the weird puzzle shit bores the snot out of you and you’d rather stack dice til the fighting part gets here

Rogue™: when you’ve never solved a problem in your life, and in fact have caused many, and you’re just fine with that honestly

Cleric™: when your friends are a gaggle of idiots with a deathwish and you’re the only person who’s capable of saving them from themselves

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You know I’d almost managed to forget about the Peanut Butter Keyboard Incident until I just was reminded of my tech lab days.

Surely you’re not gonna just leave it there! An Incident with Capital Letters™ is always intriguing.

So in college I landed a job as a tutor/work study in the computer lab. 

I was just supposed to be computer lab tech support/tutoring assistance for students working on stuff, but my boss was lazy as shit, and so my actual job ended up being tech support for most of the campus so that Kathy didn’t have to get off her ass and actually do anything aside from play solitaire in her office. 

Literally, she sat me down and told me “I expect you to stop anyone from getting to my office (you had to walk through the computer lab to get to her office) and speaking to me unless you absolutely cannot solve the problem on your own.”

So, whenever the tech line rang, I had to jump up and grab it, and see what was up. If it wasn’t something that I could solve over the phone, I then had to jog down to whatever classroom/office was having problems and sort things out. 

Any tech support person can tell you that the overwhelming majority of tech issues are simple fixes. Every once in a while, though, you get a real doozy. 

Such was the case with Mr. T. Mr T was a professor who taught a few sociology courses. He was smart as a whip about his course material, but was also Very Bad with technology and proud of it. He was also a hoarder. He had thirty years worth of files, magazines, junk, stuff, and trash crammed into his office.

I got a call one day to say his keyboard wasn’t working. He was Very Upset about this; we’d just installed new keyboards, and he was Very Put Out that we’d taken his old, functioning keyboard and given him a new, broken one. I ran through the normal troubleshooting…is it plugged in, ect. ect…but no luck. So I tell Kathy where I’m going and head on down to see what’s wrong. 

When I got there, I took one look at the keyboard and knew what was up. 

Mr T. had…among the rest of his stuff…enough food and snacks stashed in his office to eat for a week if he’d been trapped in there somehow. Apparently he’d been making himself peanut butter toast…and don’t get me started on the fire hazard inherent with a toaster surrounded by three decades of teetering paper stacks…and had set the hot toast…thickly covered with very generous spoonfuls of warm, melty creamy peanut butter…on top of one of his stacks of paperwork while he dug for something else. 

His elbow bumped the stack. The peanut butter toast and part of the stack of paper went over, landing facedown on his keyboard. 

He picked the toast off and ate it anyway, but then realized that his keyboard…which was now filled with a significant amount of peanut butter…didn’t want to work any longer. So he’d called us to complain. 

So I replaced the damn thing, explained in a way-too-patient tone that filling electronics with snack spreads tends to void their warranty, and told him not to eat over it any longer. 

And then took that fucker back to my boss and just set it quietly in front of her. She looked at it for a couple seconds, and then just quietly shakes her head and tosses it in the dumpster. 

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systlin:

You know, the thing that surprises me most about the ‘revelation’ that rich people pay off colleges to get their kids in is that it surprises anybody. 

Like I thought we all knew that this was going on? Are people seriously shocked by this?

I think it’s the nature of the scheme (photoshopping kids’ faces onto stock photos of athletes) and the fact that some of the kids apparently weren’t aware that made this one unique.

Maybe you’re right about that. I guess…well, my father is a college professor, and rants about this sort of thing all the time, so perhaps I didn’t realize that the truly brazen stunts wealthy people will pull to get their kids accepted weren’t widely known. 

Also I’m surprised that it’s illegal! Like, we all knew that those ‘so and so’ libraries were buying the families some nice perks, but I honestly thought that it was just part of the whole process

Yeah! Like I just assumed that everyone knew that a college having a sports field or a library or a science lab or whatever named after a family meant “This family bribed us with a real fat check to get their uninterested child admitted” 

And also that people who completely didn’t deserve admission got in because they were good at sports. Like, everyone knows that. I’m just shocked that people are actually getting in trouble for it

Right?

That’s literally the only thing that surprises me about this whole thing. 

And I just had someone come into my inbox and try to shame me for saying people don’t deserve a college education just for being good at sports. Like. I was a TA/tutor for the first two years that my college had a football team. Do you know the people who were the rudest about needing help, or the whiniest about having bad grades, despite me having a pretty generous grading policy? The football players.

If they canget the grades and scores to get in on their own, and then maintain them, cool. Awesome. Our nationally ranked soccer teams did. But if they get in purely because they’re good at a sport, and expect to coast through school on that? Fuck ‘em, and I hope they fail out

YEP. 

I worked in the computer lab in college, and one of my jobs was helping students who needed it…we had little signs that we put on the door saying “Hi! ____ is in the lab today, they have passed (list of classes I’d taken and passed). If you need help with any of these, please ask!”

And a lot of students did ask for help and I always liked helping them. Usually it was just normal study help or going over a particular concept or breaking down problems in a way that made it easier for the student to solve. You know, normal tutoring stuff. 

Now, the volleyball, basketball, and tennis teams. A bunch of kids had sports scholarships. Most of them were perfectly nice and normal students who worked hard both in sports and in class.

But then there were the few who would come stomping in and expect me to do all their work and assignments and papers for them, because they were there on a Sports Scholarship and therefore thought that they did not have to actually do anything else. A couple had the absolute gall to complain to my boss that I ‘wouldn’t help them’. I almost got written up, until I explained that their version of ‘help’ meant ‘write their entire midterm lit paper for them’. 

The athletes who took their classes seriously? I hope they did well, and I did everything I could to help them when they needed it. But the entitled assholes that thought throwing a ball real good meant that they were too special to learn algebra like the rest of us? 

Fuck ‘em. 

To contribute to the discussion of student athletes, there were a lot of them that were rude and didn’t want to do the work. However, there were also a fair few who had no idea how to even start an essay. I worked as a writing tutor and I had some students that came from very poor areas and the only way they were even able to get into college was through sports. Thing is, they could barely read at a 6th grade level because their school system was so broken that no one cared to help them and just kept passing them along. I did everything I could to help them just be able to catch up to their peers. That being said, yeah there’s a bunch of stuck up athletes that honestly probably don’t want to go to college, but know that it’s the next step for sports.

We had a few kids like that too, and they were honestly eager to learn! I liked helping them. I compiled a list of web tutorials for stuff like starting essays and how to format papers in APA style and how to do proper citations at one point that I emailed to kids who were desperately trying to get their skills up to college level but who had never really had any help. 

I think the issue with this current situation is that the schools themselves weren’t bribed. Like y’all said before, Rich parents can buy nice, fancy buildings for the school and their kid would get in. But apparently… these parents didn’t do that. These kids were such bad students that these parents had to fake data. I was reading (and people are talking about) how the kids cheated on entrance exams and records were falsified. A big joke is that kid’s faces were photoshopped onto athletic bodies. All of this money also went to a single “company”; a guy who had the access and resources to pull this stunt. At least with some “legal” cases, mommy and daddy bought a nice computer lab and you could actually see that the kid had shitty/average grades, but in this instance, the schools were also scammed.

I think that’s the other reason; I feel like if the schools got the money, they wouldn’t care, but some random dude got it, so they’re upset. On top of that, the schools know when a kid is there because of money, but not even the schools knew. This also makes the schools look bad because they didn’t know either. Because let’s be real, students represent a university. shitty students= shitty university. It’s putting all of these school’s legitimacy on the line and that’s what’s making it such a big deal

I think you hit the nail on the head there. 

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I like haunted houses in theory BUT I have no idea how to react when the actors speak to you. They ask me a question and I just… answer it…

The scariest part of a haunted house is the unscripted social interaction.

Scary nurse in a creepy voice: “Do you have an appointment to see the doctor?”

Me: “Uh. Do you accept walk-ins?”

Scary farmer: “I like to kill people!”

My friend, brightly: “I like to die!”

Zombie : “AARRRGH”

Me : “Do you get dental insurance?”

Zombie : “TEETH!!”

This happened to me.

Scary prison dude: HELLO

Me: Nice to meet you!

Him: (pause) No it’s noooooot

My worst horror house experience was when I couldn’t find the (rather obvious) exit and the guy chasing me with a chainsaw stopped, sighed and pointed me to the exit, saying “please scream as loud as you can when you run out there” and just left. I disappointed the horror house chainsaw dude and I will never get over that

Guy: They are all my friends.. (motioning to hanging corpses; then grabs a noose) Will you be my friend? 
Me: Sure totally, you made me a friendship necklace? Oh my god your so sweet? 
Guy: … Yes.. Please, let me.. I cant I cant just go (laughing). 

– Got to walk a second time through– 

Same guy: My friends -wailing- 
Me: I came back I just really wanted to be friends so bad
Guy: (laughing more) Please, Im not allowed to laugh. 

I went to a Haunted House and literally befriended every actor there.

Specifically, I remember;

There were zombies walking around in the waiting room. I said “Hi!” and he gave me a high five. Every time he passed from then on, I got a high five.

Near the end, there were these twin little girls. “Come play with us.” They said. “Okay!” I said. “Forever.” They said. “Oh, sorry, can’t do that. I’m busy.”

I could hear them giggling.

Guy playing Freddie Kruger: Remember, you are all my children!

Me: thanks dad

A small chorus of teenagers: thanks dad

I went to a haunted corn maze once. Someone ran at me with a chainsaw. I just stared at him. He hung his head and walked away. I left.

The Real Horror Is The People We Dissapointed Along The Way

IM CRYING

One time in a haunted house I shouted “oh my god” and the guy playing the Victorian-esque mad doctor replied “you can just call me doctor” or something like that and a) it was the smoothest fucking thing but b) holy shit I cracked up so hard I wish I could have told him later that that experience will sit with me for life

I have never been in a haunted house and I’m sad now.

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That’s…kinda cool actually

Not just kinda, pretty dang cool

Honestly in terms of sets? Very little of the Prequels were CGI. Lucas actively attempted to cultivate the idea that he used CGI for everything because he wanted to be perceived as cutting edge. Mustufar? That’s an actual miniature set. The poured jello over the top of neon lights to make the lava. Naboo? Also used miniatures; they used salt instead of water to make the water falls look right at that scale.  

Okay, are we all just gonna ignore that set designers had to painstakingly cut, paint, and arrange 500,000 q-tips?!?

The models for the clone facilities on Kamino are some of my faves from the PT, seen here being worked on by Adam Savage!

Holy shit, that’s really cool

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Once there was a man who hated the world, and sought to withdraw from it. And being gifted in sculpture, he carved a woman from a block of marble. And on the morning after his work was complete, the gods, being merciful, awoke her…

…and the sculptor, being pleased with his handiwork, kept her close and loved her well all of her days.

…and the sculptor, being pleased with his handiwork, sought to keep her close and love her well. But as she was his creation, she could not love him; for we do not love those who have ever held us in their power. And thus, in time, she departed from his side.

…and the sculptor, being pleased with his handiwork, sought to keep her close and love her well. But as she was his creation, he could not love her, for we do not love that which is only an extension of ourselves. And thus, in time, she departed from his side.

…and the sculptor, though pleased with his handiwork, found that he could not love her, for we do not love that which we have once compelled. But nevertheless she loved him dearly, and remained ever by his side and served him well, and perhaps there was some grace in that.

…and the sculptor, being pleased with his handiwork, sought to keep her close and love her well. But there are flaws in the earth and sky, and flaws in the gods’ wisdom and in mortal hearts, and as all the world knows, there are ever flaws in stone.

…and the sculptor, being pleased with his handiwork, offered her a chisel, for he greatly desired to know what she would make.