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I’m thinking about children unwittingly adopting the mannerisms of those who bring them up/surround them at a young age and I just…

Imagine Elrond unconsciously gesturing with his left hand while he talks to people in Imladris because Maedhros did that

Imagine Elrond unconsciously tapping out a rhythm on the table with restless fingers because Maglor did that

(Glorfindel notices, but he doesn’t say anything about it)

I like to think Elrond got that famous raised eyebrow in the movies from Maedhros. That the kids would get in trouble and then suddenly Maedhros would be standing there with “the eyebrow of doom”. Right before making them muck out the stables. Elrond learned to behave but Elros was on permanent stable duty.

Maedhros & Maglor

March 2018 /Dalandel

Other, More Considerate People: I like to keep my story as close to canon and ship-free as possible so everyone can enjoy it. :)

My Self-Indulgent Ass: ‘Sup, assholes, here’re all my implausible OTPs, their future children, a bunch of OCs that play prominent roles, and all my sexuality headcanons are in effect.

“To understand this fic you’ll need to refer to page 15, side A of my Extensive headcanon timeline of the entire history of this character and everyone he ever met, the contents of which are helpfully provided absolutely nowhere.”

“behold as I construct the precarious scaffolding of this story from discarded tumblr shitposts, my id, a dream I had once, poorly concealed psychological projection, the abstract concept of the way it feels to look out at the sea, and a bunch of dumb jokes I couldn’t stop cackling to myself about. oh, but it’s fanfiction.“

Nerdanel the Wise - noldorin elf, wife of Fëanor

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Maglor: Sarcastic bard and future wine mom

When I finished this I realized her expression reminded me of something but couldn’t place it…

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This scene in Agent Carter took my fairly placid interest in MCU Howard Stark and it was like pouring petrol on a flame. I don’t know if it was intentional, but we have just been given practically canonical Jewish Howard Stark. I’ve been doing some reading up on the history of the Jewish population of New York, and I’m pretty much sure these choices were deliberate.

First off, the lower east side - this was a hugely popular migrant area. In the early 1900s, it was predominantly Irish Catholics, but with the influx of Jewish people from Eastern Europe, fleeing the pogroms and persecution, by the time Howard was a kid, it would have been a predominantly Jewish area, with a Jewish population of up to 400,000 people. It was also one of the most densely inhabited parts of the city, with families crammed in tight into tenement blocks.

Then we have the jobs his parents have - because of restrictions placed on Jewish people, whether by their own religion or by anti-semitic rules of society, the majority of Jewish people were limited to working in trade, ie. selling produce. His mother “sewed shirtwaists”. Basically, this means she was working in the New York version of a sweat shop, infamously filled with migrants, to mass produce clothes. There was a tragic fire in a shirt-waist factory in NYC in the early 1900s, where dozens of women were killed because they had no way out. The majority of the women were Jewish. Of course, any ethnicity and/or class of people could work, but given their location and the jobs they have, it seems pretty clean-cut.

And then he says “the American Ladder”. These three little words distance him from his identity as a card-carrying white American. He’s talking about what he’s had to do to climb ‘their’ ladder. Not 'our’ ladder. This confirms that not only is he of migrant descent (see his place of residence), but is of an ethnicity not entirely welcomed in the country and that he may only be a first- or second- generation migrant.

I find this especially interesting given some of the comments in earlier episodes. He called Peggy and Jarvis “my two favourite foreigners”, which is intriguing given that he’s now pretty much raised a flag saying “I am not entirely as American as people think”.

And he saved Anna. So he’d known Jarvis? So they always got along. Yes. And? It’s one man. Howard knows lots of people. What possible reason could Howard Stark have for saving a Jewish woman and the man who tried to save her? It’s not just because he knew Jarvis. Oh no. Yes, that helped. Yes, he liked Jarvis. But Howard grew up surrounded by Eastern European Jewish families. He knew how bad it could get for them, and I would almost bet money on him knowing first-hand as well. And this man he knew risked his life to save a Jewish woman. That’s why Howard stepped in.

Now, I hear comments that the name Stark isn’t Jewish. I beg to differ, my friends! There are still Jewish Starks in New York to this day. And even if Stark didn’t originally start out as a Jewish name, unfortunately for a lot of Jewish families, it was easier to assimilate into the culture by hiding their Jewish origins, and the easiest way to do this was by changing their names. Often, it was done by changing it to something that sounded similar or something that sounded especially not-Jewish. And given that Stark is a German name that means Strong, hmm, I wonder why that might have been picked.

And as a gracenote, the final bit of Howard’s speech, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that he talks first about money, religion, and social class. He came from the dumping ground for migrants. He lived where they were pretty much forced, by poverty and the need for cheap accommodation.

In summary: He was not from a wealthy family. He was not from a socially-accepted religion. He was not from a good social class. And every one of those things, he learned to hide, and he did it by lying. “The only way to break through that ceiling is to lie. So that’s my natural instinct: to lie”.

He hid behind his acquired name. He hid behind his hand-built reputation. He hid behind the wealth he garnered. He made himself the embodiment of the American dream, and given that everyone idolises him, they clearly don’t know where he came from, and he makes damn sure they don’t find out, because he doesn’t want to slip back down the American ladder.

eldritch genre 

@zombeesknees

Give me the eldritch bodice ripper already!

Please I need more.

I started Hebrew, which is why I’ve been dead on this blog, but I don’t think I can ever properly convey to you guys the sheer cultural whiplash of spending years learning Japanese from Japanese teachers and then trying to learn Hebrew from an Israeli

Fun fact: Israel has possibly the lowest power-distance metric of any culture in the world, while Japan has one of the highest. I didn’t realize that the CTO of my company was the CTO until somebody else told me, because everybody called him by his first name and engaged in mutual shit-talking/playful insults with him.

In Japan, even calling your boss by the wrong honorific is liable to get you in trouble.

And apparently there’s some sciencey cooperative venture going on between Israel and Japan in an official diplomatic capacity. I want to be a fly on the wall when Japanese and Israeli scientists work together.

What if Lapras could fly^^ When I was a child, the episode with lonely Lapras made me sad. But if that Lapras will be able to fly, no one would be able even to touch it :) Inspired by butterfly koi mostly, awesome fish 💙

assassin’s creed was the first video game I ever played, and I finished the first game in a weekend more or less without pause. then I went to work on Monday and, being totally unfamiliar with the Tetris effect, was extremely taken aback by the immediate impulse to reach my teller station by vaulting over the counter. I mean, I didn’t even question it at first. I made it maybe two long purposeful steps forward before my brain caught up and I spent the rest of the day doubting my own actions.

One time I played so much Bioshock at the weekend that on my walk to uni the next day I saw a vaguely rectangular bit of trash out the corner of my eye and automatically thought “better pick up that first aid kit”

When fallout 4 came out, I played so much of it that when I saw a pile of wood near my house, I tried to scrap it and was perplexed as to why it wasn’t selectable.

after playing the sims i mistakenly thought i was alive and  had feelings

Do you know Abhorsen saga?? I’m reading it and is awesome. So I decided to make a little fanart :)

The face is based on the friend who recommend me the saga as a present

Death of the Author - We don’t care what the author says he wanted the work to mean. We let the work speak for itself.

Weekend at Bernie’s of the Author - We don’t care what the author said. The authorial intent must be whatever we found in the work. (h/t @raggedjackscarlet)

Cryonic Stasis of the Author - The author is actually dead for a long time. Nobody gets all the references any more, but my literature teacher told me I have to take the context at the time into account, so I got a book that explains the work, instead of letting it speak for itself.

Frankenstein’s Monster of the Author - We let the work sort of speak for itself. We ignore what the author said about the intent behind the work. Instead we will use the author’s tweets on unrelated issues in order to ascribe intent and meaning to the work.

Night of the Living Dead Authors - Teeeeeeeeeeeeexts

Vampirism of the Author - The author reads a clever but far-fetched interpretation of his work and decides that it will become canon.

Near Death Experience of the Author - The author wants the work to speak for itself, but after a long period of restraint and silence, says that while the work still stands for itself, some interpretations of it are just plain wrong.

Faked Death of the Author - Author adopts pseudonym, explains intent as a series of YouTube fan theory videos.

Schroedinger’s Cat of the Author - The author publicly confirms that the ending was meant to be ambiguous all along.

Attempted Suicide of the Author - The author tells you that he wants the work to speak for itself; also he’s a huge Roland Barthes fanboy.

Suicide of the Author - The author admits that the story was not meant to be that deep and all meaning is accidental.

Necromancy of the Author - If author is dead, finding some similar literary figure and seeing what they reckon about the work’s authorial intent

Necrophilia of the Author - Slashfic - not all of it, just when it concerns a cartoonishly obvious sexual relationship that was for some reason not explicit and canonical in the original work

Induced Coma of the Author - The author stays quiet to see if we can work it out, as a test

Suicide-by-cop of the Author - The work concerns, or seems to concern, a hot-button issue. Some vast cultural institution decides what the real meaning of the work is, regardless of anything the author says or any basis in the text itself. This interpretation becomes the best-known and most widely accepted reading (cf. that comic about English class that ends ‘The curtains were fucking blue’)

@petermorwood you are fancy pants author what are your thoughts

Looks down. Not fancy pants, just bog-standard blue denim jeans.

Appendectomy of the Author - the author gets a chance to revise the work and remove material that seemed like a good idea at the time but which has become a real pain.

Cosmetic surgery of the Author - while doing that necessary cutting, the author also carries out a few nips and tucks to make things look better.

@deadcatwithaflamethrower

Hiding on a Tropical Island of the Author - the author barricades themself away from everyone because they missed a deadline

My piece for @aoaanthology

Ingwe, Elwe and Finwe meeting the Valar.  I’ve never worked on such a large piece digitally. It was a lot of trial and error. But I’m happy with how it turned out. 

The book is still for sale! 

Deflecting “How are you?” via Grice’s maxims

A friend who’s going through rough times lamented to me that, when acquaintances ask her how she’s been, she doesn’t feel like it’s honest to say “fine”, and the acquaintances don’t actually want to hear the full story. I told her what I do in analogous situations: say any (at least mildly interesting) fact about something you experienced in the last few days. For example, “My cat got stuck in a cereal box today” or “I found a new brunch spot last weekend”.

This works because of the unspoken principles of conversation called Grice’s maxims, particularly the maxim of relevance: whatever you say in response to a question will be interpreted as an answer to that question, at least in spirit. And random facts can be interpreted as “here’s something that’s on my mind”, which people will take as a valid answer to “how are you”.

Push this too far and it breaks down; responding with “I cut my toenails this morning” will be read as a non sequitur and possibly rude. But anything that could plausibly be a story you would tell a friend will work for this. Plus, any followup questions will be on a non-painful topic!

I do a similar thing when replying to the eternal linguist question, “how many languages do you know?” 

I used to let that lead me into a list of languages with my precise level of fluency, which would make the other person say “wow” but not have much else to reply with, or a mini-lecture of how not all linguists speak a whole bunch of languages, which got tedious to keep delivering and other people didn’t particularly enjoy it either.  

These days, I mention just two or three languages, but I switch up which ones I mention depending on what I think the other person would be interested in talking about and what I’m in the mood for (French often leads into a discussion of Canadian politics, some people just give off a certain vibe that they’d be really excited about Latin, and so on.) When I’ve gauged it really well, I can get away with just mentioning a single language. Sample dialogues: 

The Gricean part is that, like with “how are you?”, people never seem to notice or mind that they’re not getting a number in reply. “How many languages?” is a conversational gambit of “you seem like a person who’d be open to having small talk about languages” or “tell me more about your linguistic experiences” (the same way that “how many pets/children do you have?” is a common small talk question). I recently had a conversation on twitter about doing this for “how many instruments do you play?” when the number gets too big and difficult to quantify, and it seems like it would work there too, although I personally won’t be in the circumstances to test it.

palette challenge: Revan in Young Blood as requested by @numinousbones !

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