#there is no cow level

[timidxtempted]

Pre-caffeinated side quests can be strange and educational adventures. You should only take them with someone you are safe with...

...who laughs at the same weird shit you do.

No bull.

[ufohmy]

Hmm 🤔

[shokujin-art]

Hunter breakfast ✨

[sportsthoughts]

Day 103 of offseason gifs - short hair king

Bonus hair update:

[warmfuzzyanimal]

girl help

[monarchisms]

for the theater mode enjoyers: unfortunately, the entire series was taken down from rooster teeth’s website around a week ago:

as explained by chelsea, all of the episodes had to be taken down because rt lost the rights to the films that were used in the show. on the bright side, excluding the aux episodes, every other episode has been backed up to the internet archive. it’s separated by group: achievement hunter, funhaus, and cow chop.

[nomsfaultau]

I recently got a comment about the use of the term Bird Pope within my charity one-shot Worth far more than your weight in gold, specifically about the world building implied there considering [Kristin] and [Philza] are notably very inhuman bird monsters (Ravengences). Specifically, the question was if there was Bird Catholicism and Bird Jesus died on the Bird Cross of Lorraine. (I think it would have to be a more complex shape given the extra wing limbs! Or perhaps an Orthodox Cross to pin the tail too?)

Anyway, let's examine the text between [Kristin] and [Philza] and the translator's note:

[Kristin's] expression changed utterly to one of delight, kneeling to affectionately bump her forehead against [Philza's]. “Praise be to the gods, I thought I was going to have to [bird divorce] you,” [Kristin] said with a relieved sigh, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.  (*While Bird Divorce is not forbidden, it is strongly discouraged by the Bird Pope.)

To explore Weight in Gold's species’ religious stance, I examined what terms they use:

Techno uses Gods (capital, plural). Ravengences refer to the seven winds (non capital, plural), gods (non capital, plural), and the Bird Pope (Capital, singular (*according to the translator)). Given Catholicism really emphasizes the singular God bit, I deduce Catholicism did not come from Piglins and Ravengences. Thus I am sadly assuming Worth in gold!Jesus was neither bird nor pig (which is good since pork is not kosher!).

As for humans, they are not worshiping Prime (as in, a god named Prime). Church Prime is the first church in the area. Akin to the format of First [Denomination] Church of [Town]. They worship the Catholic God, and centuries ago were very heavy into evangelizing. Has to be a very long time ago since Ravengences are mostly considered legends in the current time period, and aren’t particularly assumed to be sapient beings. So for the Ravengences it’s more of a legacy of cultural exchange than anything that’s happened of late.

Techno makes a lot of snide comments about the human church, and mentions not doing his sacrifices. But he does bite his tongue because the Church holds a LOT of power in human settlements. From this I gather Piglins on the whole are not Catholic, though as minorities have to navigate the sociopolitical power of the religion they don’t practice. Specifically, I note the way Techno uses the term Gods (capital, plural) which feels to me like a linguistic quirk picked up after the emphasis Catholics put on a capital G God, but in strict defiance of Catholicism by making it plural to reflect Piglins’ own pantheon before the humans started evangelizing. Along the line of 'Nyeh! Our Gods are just as important as yours!' Since we don’t see anyone trying to convert Techno, I reckon it’s something lots of wars were fought about way back when, humans eventually giving up (and probably writing Piglins off as demons in the process). Piglins rejected churches, partially rooted in the fact a central part is in money and donating it, and 1. Piglins do NOT give their gold away except in very intricate and personal situations and 2. Piglins think money is stupid. Using gold for fancy banners and clothing and murals (which Catholicism is very fond of) also didn’t fly with the Piglins. So a major part of human worship involves the (perceived!) frivolous use of gold, which is a big rift between human and Piglin culture.

Ravengences however do have a culture around donating gold, so it wasn’t as much as a massive conflict with human doctrine. In fact it helped facilitate the transfers in a way they liked. I imagine early evangelism with them was a desperate attempt to stop temple raids and was shockingly successful all things considered. To Ravengences, Catholic God is yet another god, added into the pantheon for flavor. I imagine they refer to God as god, since as tricky as crossing that language barrier is that particulars of capitalizing god names probably didn’t make it across. (Ravengences are seen only capitalizing names and the term Ravengence). Ravengences didn’t really agree with the whole abandoning their original gods things (what? You want me to STOP worshiping the seven winds? AND NEVER BE ABLE TO SAFELY FLY AGAIN? Are you MAD?!) and tended to eat conversionists who insisted on that point a little too firmly. The humans likely decided to shrug and declare that the Ravengence gods were really just saints if you think about it, so it’s probably okay please stop eating us now. And as the cultures lost contact, likely a lot of changes piled up in the centuries to follow. Ravengences probably lost the Catholic God (because of said lack of capital differentiation, and the lack of a name is tricky to keep track of when you have a lot of gods). But, positions like Bird Pope, which have lots of practical use regarding the distribution of donation gold so that families can have children, are likely vital to Ravengence society, and so remained, albeit looking very different to human popes. And the Bird Pope hates divorces, because Ravengences tend to want to take all of the gold for their new family, and the ex spouses probably tend to kill each other over it. Since, again, Ravengences are fond of the death penalty.

Alternatively: notably [bird divorce] [bird husband/wife] are within the translator's personal choices to explain concepts to a human audience, the mention of Bird Pope being within a translator's addendum. Even to the extent that within [Kristin’s] dialogue [bird divorce] is lower case, but the translator uses uppercase, further cementing the linguistic differences between Humans and Ravengences. So Bird Pope (capitalized) is how a human explains Ravengence culture to other humans, and may not reflect the capitalization Ravengences use (as they tend towards none) or even really the actual Ravengence cultural role being described. So all of what I just world builded could also be scratched out and explained with 'human translator trying to simplify for a human audience'. but one of those answers is a lot more fun!

[greensaplinggrace]

"You can say 'all are welcome' but if wolves and sheep are both welcome you're only going to get wolves" is a quote that I think maybe end of season two alina needs to hear at some point tbh

[sylvieserene]

Fixing history using the power of editing and my editing skills!!

For today we have, New Titans (1980) Issue #100

✨ Wedding Special ✨

@robstarblog @robstaryeah pinging yall just in case so that this doesn't get lost in oblivion (It'd be painful since I worked 5 hours non stop on it lol)

I think the most time was taken by the final panel and adding in the finishing touches since I pretty much had to change everything to the pixel level, quite literally lol (I'm serious, I did)

Welp I hope the results were worth it! And with that, another one gets a good ending!!

I kinda didn't add sleeves in the first two panels of the final page because it didn't look good and looked janky with how I was editing it so yeah please ignore that-

[crabsdaily]

when i knit its like…me and these needles are bonded…we walk this earth together…they are my brothers…together we create little guys beyond your wildest dreams…i can make anything…a snazzy hat…a tiny bee…a whole sweater…the bamboo knitting needles my grandma gave me when i was 9 know me better than i know me…we have walked through hell together and came out the other side as One

when i crochet its like. god is dead. this hook is trying to kill me. the square i am trying to make has become an octagon somehow. i am walking through hell and my hook is doing everything it can to keep me in it.

[themuddypig]

The final secret ..... but nobody's live, so we'll have to wait to see what's next Screenshot of Tweet from TangoTek: "The Master's Key has been taken from the dungeon."

[ask-andrew-montrose]

Andrew comes back home from one of his Curse-Breaking outings after being away for a whole week. It is unusually dark in the Abbott-Montrose household, and Will's house elf quietly welcomes Andrew, takes his coat, and vanishes.

Some muffled coughs are coming from the master bedroom, and if Andrew follows the sound, he finds Will sleeping in bed despite it not being even close enough to his regular bedtime. William coughs again in his sleep.

The assignment had taken longer than Montrose had expected... two entire days longer. And that was all it took for his usually irritable self to be positively irate.

With this type of luck, it was almost enough to make Montrose wonder if he wasn't some type of cursed object himself. But, then again, he didn't have to wonder about that.

It was only supposed to have been a five day trip, but getting there had been an issue. Once Montrose had tracked the cursed object down, he was annoyed to find that it happened to be located in a remote mountain range where a once dormant volcano was now active. A charming result of the Istrian Stone statue that was a catalyst to natural disasters.

Whoever had wanted to hide it had done an effective job. Apparating wasn’t possible due to the heavy dark magic surrounding its location, so he had to resort to the muggle way of doing things.

Not to mention, Montrose's favorite overcoat was now singed in several places.

He had to try several counter hexes and charms before he was able to even get close to it, between that and the fact that he had to submit to muggle forms of travel to get up and down the mountain range, it had taken much longer than he had expected.

Each night had been impossibly long, even when he slept. He always got this way when he and Will were apart for too long. 

It was at the end of these days that his mind would be filled with thoughts of Will and what he might be doing at home in that moment. He missed the smell of lavender that followed Will everywhere, the sound of his rambling thoughts as he mused over Ministry paperwork... the feel of his teasing touches. He couldn't think about the touches for too long.

For Montrose, longing took a torturous form across most of his senses. But above all, he didn't want to make Will worry more than he already asked him to.

Montrose had seen several things on his travels lately that he would not report back to Will, under any circumstance. The types of things that made Montrose glad he was the one out in the middle of nowhere getting rid of any threats that could ever harm those he cared about.  

The appearance of active cursed artifacts had increased exponentially lately. He doubted he was the only one to notice such a trend. Perhaps he'd bring it up to Allegra if she was ever back in London at the same time he was. Due to their busy schedules, catching them both at Gringotts was rare…and getting Allegra to come by for dinner was even MORE rare, and usually took an excessive amount of convincing from Will...even if their London row home was located ridiculously close to the office. He made a mental note to track her down, but for now the current job was done.

And that meant it was finally time to go home. 

Stepping through the library fireplace, Andrew's eyes adjust as Abbott-Montrose home comes into view.

The furniture is tasteful - elegant yet purposeful. The library is filled with emerald hues, several armchairs, a chaise, and of course a chess table. The walls display several mementos from Will and Andrew's time at Hogwarts, as well as framed displays of various certificates of achievements they had both earned over the years. Admittedly, the majority of those certificates belonged to Will, thanks to his impressive rise over the years at the Ministry.

Montrose would also proudly attribute most of the home’s design to William....with a few exceptions.

Montrose liked to keep a few trophies on display from various travels, a collection of first editions of his favorite written works (both from magical and non magical authors) and, of course.... one cow alarm clock nestled snugly on his nightstand next to their bed. (Though…he did find that Will had ‘misplaced’ it a few times over the years, AND it seemed to need to be taken away for an odd amount of repairs.)

But tonight, the best part of their home is oddly absent. Montrose is troubled to find Will is not there to meet him. He steals a glance at his pocket watch and furrows his brow. Late enough for Will to be home from work, but too early to be asleep.

Then Montrose hears the cough. He curses and sighs heavily.

He hurriedly thanks their house elf for taking his (still steaming) coat before rushing up the stairs to their master bedroom. He stands in the doorway and his shoulders sink, finding Will sleeping with a flush on his cheeks. Another small cough tugs at Montrose’s gut. 

He’s sick. And Montrose should have been home two days ago. 

Quietly, he steps into the room and sits on the bedside nearest Will. The movement disrupts Will slightly as some of his hair falls into his face. Montrose gently moves Will's hair back, then uses the back of his palm to feel his forehead. A slight fever. 

“Can’t leave you alone for long, can I? Falling apart without me.” His words are soft with worry as he observes Will a moment longer. It’s not so often that he watches Will sleep, and it hits him again how much he had missed being home. Still, Montrose could wait a little longer to wake him. Will needed his rest. 

As another shiver runs across Will’s body, Montrose resolves to crawl into bed next to him. Softly, he draws Will to his chest and curls around him, letting Will steal any warmth Montrose could provide. 

As he rubs slow circles along Will’s hip, he wonders to himself if Alsius may be available to pay a house call tomorrow. Obviously, the healer was one of the best in London, but Montrose would accept nothing but the best for Will.

However, it was a problem for tomorrow. For now, he burrows his nose into Will’s hair. His breath is warm as it reaches Will’s ear, and he whispers, “I’m here now. I won’t go anywhere.”

 A promise he will keep for as long as he can this time. 

[grimmjow]

honestly i think the reason that 'x group eats something we dont, that means theyre evil!' works on white ppl so well is cause they dont interact with nature/animals/where their food comes from like. at all.

so when someone tells them a group eats an animal they Have interacted with before they cant fathom the idea of that animal being food :/

[mo-ok]

Toku Summer Day 3 - Fruit

Strawberries are stubborn like that. If you don't give them a hand they don't even turn red. Magiranger ep3: Ride the Magical Dragon

[cowdragons]

started t again :0) hehee

[cowcowwow]

My current pmd team!!! :DD