#Nigg

[horizon5adventure]

[andrrisp]

Mfs when "E mi sto innamorando. Fernando, Fernando, è sempre Capodanno insieme a te." is played in the disco for the first time.

[sweaterbob]

follow this mutt ass nigga on tiktok (nigga)

shii follow his youtube as well nigga

[saint--claire]

When I was a little child, there was a particular library book I checked out week after week, endlessly renewing it as much as I was able. The book, How to Raise and Keep a Dragon by John Topsell was a quasi-nonfiction guide to, as you guessed, rearing different species of dragons. I loved it. Tiny-me had plans.

As an adult, I tried to buy it a few times. No dice. The book was so old that no mainstream bookseller stocked it. Even when I tried niche websites recommended by various booksellers and librarians, I still couldn't find it. It was sadly lost to time, apparently not popular enough to make it into the archives.

But.

My best friend had a copy of that book. We're going to call her G, for several reasons not relevant at the moment. I was discussing my search with G one day, for some reason I can't remember now. She got a funny look on her face, asked me a few questions about the cover, listened to me do a very poor job of explaining with my hands how the hardcover copy had included a real gemstone in the dragon's forehead, and then went off to fish it out of her bookcase.

I was Gobsmacked.

I should not have been, given that the history of shared childhood books between us both would have made a circle with ragged edges, more so than a venn diagram, but I digress. The book came home to live in my house for a few months, and I was delighted by the chance to read it again.

Do people remember those type of books? Dragonology, Egyptology, The Stone Age - a way of introducing children to non fiction. They very earnestly spoke about the responsibilities needed to raise dragons, the practicalities involved. There was a record of registration you could fill out, if you had carefully considered the information to your self and felt you were responsible enough to to go through with adopting a dragon.

I vaguely remember filling out some of the riddle and puzzle questions in the Dragonology books. I would never have written in John Topsell's book, it was a library book.

But.

When I re-read G's copy at home, smiling over the familiar artwork, I was surprised to turn the page and find the painstaking, somewhat-wonky handwriting staring back at at me. Baby G, with her name spelled out in freshly-joined but still-not-quite-got-the-hang-of-this-yet cursive lettering. Baby G had filled the registration out in her best handwriting, in glittery green gel pen to denote the importance of the document. This was compared to the earlier, less important checklists done in plain black ink.

I read the registration certificate. Smiled. Smiled some more at the names listed for G's dragon, her dam, and her sire - Eragon was also a great book. Go off, Christopher Paolini.

Breed; standard Western Dragon. The box 'miniture' was ticked, to show that G's dragon was of the minature specic variety, rather than a full size dragon. This was, as she would later explain to me, chosen on the basis that baby-G felt it was the more financially responsible choice. Also so she could keep her dragon in her house with her, but we're not there yet.

I looked at that certificate. Looked at it again. Looked at the calendar, and then looked at the sewing machine I had just been given for Christmas.

G celebrates her birthday in January.

The template came first. I studied the different images of the standard western dragon through the book, picked my favourite, and re-drew it to a significantly larger scale.

Inking the design to the fabric, four times over probably took the longest.

I very subtly asked G the next time she was over (after hurling all dragon-related materials in a panic into the depths of my wardrobe) what type of colour dragon she would have, should it come up. As G later said, that type of question from me truly did not register as anything other than a question asked from theoretical interest. I transitioned the topic as discreetly as I could after she answered, and delightfully, my sneakiness went in one ear, out the other, and she forgot I had ever asked until several weeks later.

I enjoyed painting them.

Don't ask me how many mistakes I made through this process. So many. I do already know how to sew, but it's been a long time. I'd been meaning to get back into it for a while.

Given that various aunts and grandmothers and my mother had a knack for calling when I was up to my elbows in either paint or pins, it became a family affair. Each of them peered at the project through face time and offered their advice.

Some of the advice I took, some I didn't. No regrets about sewing it in pink thread. Considerable regrets about accidentally slicing one of the feet in half and having to fix that.

In the end though, she was finished.

I carefully pinned on her name tag, with the name baby-G had chosen with a little blue ribbon. A collar was unacceptable, this is a dragon, people, come on. Dragon's don't wear collars.

I put the book in the box, open to the registration certificate, and put the dragon on top. Wrapped the whole thing up with a bow and then refused to touch it before I sent myself mad trying to fix details that didn't really need to be fixed.

A bit late for her birthday, sure, but there we are. We'd gone for a trip off to nowhere for a weekend, to go try wine made out of blueberries and hike up a waterfall. (And climb on it. And swim in it. It was a very good waterfall).

I gave her the box, informed her she wasn't allowed to keep the box, just the contents (it was the only thing I had that was big enough for me to keep all of my A3 portfolios in, it had only been temporarily-repurposed as dragon housing), and then left the next bit up to the gods.

A surprise, sitting un-awaited for some 15 years in amber, to catch up to baby G and adult G together.

Happy Birthday, baby and adult G.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

The Philippine eagle, an endemic apex predator in the Philippines, has been declared threatened with extinction for nearly three decades.

Image by Klaus Nigge / PEF.

[thepaintedroom]

Hermann Nigg (Austrian, 1849–1928) • The Little Darling • 1887 • Private collection

[memyselfandmynonbinaryass]

So, I think Ozzie calling Fizz "Froggy" is really cute, like, yeah, very sweet, but I keep thinking about Blitzø being called a 'fire toad' and how that's obviously meant to be a slur against imps?

[brattylikestoeat]

Bratty I'm hoping and praying that Donald is safe and well. It's not like him to not respond

It’s really not. He got until I go to work tonight to reach out or I’ll text his son.

[thursdaymurderbub]

Silver Screen magazine, February 1940

[picturebookshelf]

The Book of Dragons & Other Mythical Beasts (2002)

Text: Joseph Niggs -- Art: Veronica Aldous, Greg Becker, Mark Duffin, Griselda Holderness, Martin Jones, Olivia Rayner, Rob Sheffield & Erica-Jane Waters

[revcleo]

I have just learnt about one of the most unfortunate named places in the uk, it's from the scots gaelic "An Neag" meaning the notch, this place has had this name longer than a similar word has been used as a slur.

[autogynocrat]

"im not seeing what memes im reblogging that u think are fash" I mean there was the one about a Nazi MLP pony and the one implying drag events only exist to annoy the right or also the one just casually complimenting Adolf Hitler

did you think the nazi mlp pony was an honest to god heartfelt endorsement of fascism as opposed to an obvious ironic mockery of fascists

[drachenwiki]

Like that Joseph Nigg? 'How to raise and keep a dragon' Joseph Nigg?

The Great Norway Serpent, or Sea Orm, is the most famous of the many influential sea monsters depicted and described by 16th-century ecclesiastic, cartographer, and historian Olaus Magnus, who died #onthisday in 1557. Joseph Nigg explores: https://publicdomainreview.org/essay/olaus-magnus-sea-serpent #OTD

[saintofpride201]

Begging people on PBS cooking shows to learn how to pronounce "Vinegar" without sounding like they're saying a slur

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Close-up of Philippine eagle's (Pithecophaga jefferyi) head in profile, Philippine Eagle Centre, Malagos, Davao, Mindanao, Philippines. First Philippine eagle bred through artificial insemination. Critically endangered. Captive.

Photographer: Klaus Nigge

[brownskinpoppin94]

Delusional is riding around the hood seeing people you went to school with and saying “damn they still on the same shit” all whilst being on the same shit.