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Why is new tumblr so bright. Like i have dark mode on and the posts has white backround

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#Ewan McGregor still getting the high ground 17 years later. TIFF 2022

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In 2002, a flood in Prague caused some streets to collapse into a series of unknown underground tunnels. And just like that, a legit 16th cent. alchemist laboratory was discovered.

10 years of discovery, repair, and restoration later, it’s now open for tours.

On the outside, only a house was visible and it was used as a pharmacy in its time. Alchemists were notoriously secretive, so none but those on the inside knew about the tunnel system below where potions were made.

A room dedicated to herb storage. Many of the herbs in the potions came from China and India. The house was conveniently located by major trade routes.

Notice an alligator (or croc/caiman) above the left side. There were lots of stuffed animals, bottles, and books. Since few people in Europe had ever seen alligators/crocodiles, they were said to be the bodies of dragons, and were thought to guard the alchemists.

The alchemists were so secretive, they did everything themselves, down to making the glassware for their elixirs.

A stone in the wall that covered a hidden vault in the underground tunnels. Historians uncovered that it held a single bottle of ‘The Elixir of Life’ and the recipes for it, and the elixirs of love and memory.

This bookcase is an exact replica of the original, which was too damaged to restore. A statue on the right side (in the dark area on the third shelf from the top) is the door knob/switch to a secret sliding door.

Monks now recreate the elixirs exactly as detailed in the instructions and each of the elixirs (and blends!) are for sale in their shop. The only change is that the Elixir of Life does not contain opium as is instructed, since it’s now illegal.

http://asthecroweflies.co/

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just found out that yesterday kim kardashian’s private jet produced 61 tons of CO2 emissions. over the last week drake’s private jet flights produced 182 tons of CO2 emissions. like what is even the point any more

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Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage

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the new bp song is not really a bop for me

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DIEGO HARGREEVES + season 3 himbo energy

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“I mean the stache in this movie is a little more groomed. You-you took that photo from the play right, the broadway show? No that was violence, you chose violence, and I’ll never forgive you for it” - Chris Evans for ET Canada

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Siti Nurhaliza is one of the biggest (if not the biggest) pop musicians in Malaysia. When Britney Spears started getting popular, she was being compared to Siti.

This song, Cindai, released in 1998, has esoteric lyrics that I’m still trying to puzzle out. Even the English translation isn’t really helping. It’s written in very poetic Malay, almost Ye Olde Bahasa. There’s a lot of talk about longing and nature and passion hindered.

Some think this is a ghost song: “cindai” can translate to “female ghost” or “banshee”, and Malaysia sure does ~love~ their ghostly ladies (Especially of the spurned lover/death by abortion/rape/childbirth variety). There’s all these ghost stories about someone humming this song only to accidentally summon spirits or something. (paging @keiyoshi this seems like your department)

A friend thinks it’s all one sex song - I guess lyrics like “I took great care of my prized flower” and “I did not, did not, did not request for this prolonged broody feelings” (don’t) help.

There is a Chinese version, but no other versions I’ve seen. It’s in a recent movie, but the trailer is so stupid that I don’t really want to share it. I would really love to hear an English version, if someone’s able to translate the lyrics while doing it justice (especially one that’s subtly creepy).

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This episode of love, death and robots was powerful. I didn’t realize the cultural significance of the story until reading up on it afterwards. The story follows a Siren smitten with a soldier who is unaffected by her deathly scream. Jibaro is an alternate version of the Siren’s tale. The original Greek mythology talks about Sirens who have beautiful voices that seduce men at sea to leap to their deaths. If a Siren is unable to woo a man, then she commits suicide by diving into the water.

In Love, Death and Robots’ Jibaro, we see a Siren, like Sindel from Mortal Kombat, whose scream drives people insane. The story begins with an army that appears to be colonialists. The lead is a deaf soldier. Considering all the gold that adorned their horses, it appears this group has been colonizing and looting as they expanded. The Siren senses threat and attacks. While the rest of the troops are vanquished by the screaming and dancing Siren, the deaf soldier, is unharmed and makes a run for it.

The Siren is intrigued by this soldier. Clearly, she’s come across a deaf person for the first time. Later, she sneaks up next to him and spends the night. The soldier wakes up and can’t take his eyes off the bejewelled beauty. He follows her, and they eventually embrace and share a passionate kiss. Her lips and teeth are so sharp that it cuts the soldier, and he bleeds.

We see a turn of events when the soldier knocks the Siren unconscious, savagely rips through her chest (symbolic of sexual assault) tears all her jewels and adornment away from her body, and tosses her into the river. Her blood is magical and floods the river in a Shining-esque manner. The soldier washes his face in the water, and this causes his hearing to be healed, making him vulnerable to the Siren.

At first it appears she is dead. Her body floating limply in a river of blood—is horrifying to witness. When suddenly she moves. When she rises out of the water… she realizes what happened and is devastated. The shame, humiliation, and overwhelming sense of violation is so apparent. The Siren exacts revenge for his betrayal by performing a fatality on the undeaf soldier with her scream. The man suffers a choreographed death as he moves into the river and sinks to the bottom of the river.

The ending of Jibaro places emphasis on the metaphor of toxic relationships. Both of them were attracted to each other for their own selfish desires, and as we all know, that can never end well.

The deaf soldier fancies the Siren only for the ornaments on her body. And the Siren is intrigued by this man only because her otherwise fatal scream had no effect on him. They are drawn to each other for incredibly wrong reasons. Soon, the man strikes first to claim what he really wants. This backfires horribly, with the return of his hearing. After such brutality and violation, the Siren has lost her grace and can no longer dance. What is witnessed is pure unadulterated pain and rage. She screams in agony and takes the man down, and even though she ultimately wins (with his death, and her survival), it is a hollow victory. He has taken something so precious from her, and she is now forever changed.

This piece was powerful to me, as a woman who (like many I have known) has experienced this kind of trauma. Of being violated, having your innocence ripped away from you so cruelly, and illustrating how one feels inside in the aftermath of this. Though she survives, she is mutilated. Though she exists, she is half dead. The silence echoes eerily around her when she ceases to scream. The lake is a metaphor for her emotions, the sky expansive emptiness, the forest her crowding thoughts… and how ultimately alone she is in this.

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Fondly remembering the time that a cat owner casually entered their calico Maine Coon in a cat fancier's competition and the judges lost their minds because the cat was 1) male and 2) able to bear children

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the trifecta of hyper-competent women and the himbos who are devoted to them in korean zombie content on netflix

Kingdom (2019) // #Alive (2020) // All of Us Are Dead (2022)

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Folks.

I have had a bit of time to mull over Don't Look Up. Given the demographic of this site, this may not be the most useful place to post this, but honestly I just want to talk about it. This will contain spoilers. I also want to be clear that when I talk about the older generation here, I am talking about specific people, the older members of my family, not those generations as a whole.

This is a movie that will garner fundamentally different reactions from myself and the other younger members of my family (early 20s) and the older ones (mid 50s). It's not that the older ones don't get it - a lot of older people do. My older family members certainly think they do, and and be fair to them, they do what they can to help. They recycle. They buy ethically-sourced fruit.

But their emotional connection to this issue is just not there, compared to myself and my siblings and cousins. They don't understand that the comet is hitting right this minute, that it's been hitting for decades. Or rather, they understand this - but only academically.

The problem is that, for them, this is only ever going to be an academic issue. This will sound harsh, but, given where we are, most of my older family will live out the rest of their lives unaffected by this. They will see the impacts of climate change on the news and the TV screen, but even if they make it to the extreme upper limits of the human life span, the odds are this will never really touch them. It doesn't necessarily feel real for them, and that's not necessarily their fault.

We, the younger ones, don't have the luxury of that emotional distance. By the time our kids are in their 50s, it's likely that massive sections of this country will be underwater. And that's the least of it.

This has consequences for the way I think about this, compared to our older family members. At the moment, I think I probably will not have kids, and the environment is a large factor in that decision. I mentioned this to one of the older folk last year, and she was shocked.

"This doesn't have to factor into everything you do," she said. "You're allowed to make some choices for yourself."

This has stuck with me because, on the one hand, there's very little that I, individually, can do or not do to make a palpable difference to this situation. I am small, and the corporate and national responsibility for this problem is very, very large.

On the other hand, this does factor into everything I do, and everything I will do for the rest of my life. I don't have a choice in that. I wish I did.

To be clear, this is a post about my own family and my own emotional reaction to a film that hit pretty damn close to home. For my older family, this is just another film, with a nifty little metaphor. For me it's a suckerpunch, a deeply satirical and accurate reminder of exactly how the end of the world is going to go down. We knew this anyway, but it still hurts to see it so plainly depicted. I would love it, I really would, if Don't Look Up makes the difference it's so very clearly aiming to, but I'm not hopeful.

In this moment, we are at the section of the movie where the comet is already well and truly embedded in the seabed of the Pacific, and we're just waiting for the tidal waves to reach us.

We're at family dinner now.

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getting to know my mutuals and followers: if you had to sing karaoke on the spot RIGHT NOW what would your go to song be