Secrets Rich and Strange: The Sea Witches
They bleed salt water and sing the songs the waves taught them. They are as wild and strange as the ocean herself, secretive folk who have little use for land but where it meets the water. Some say they are the children of mermaids or selkies, abandoned by their parents and mothered by the depths. The only thing they know is that they must not go away from the sea.
Later, you will say you met down by the river, that he offered to help water the sheep—oh yes, Rachel was not the first to offer that particular excuse, when a father asked why a young man with a hard mouth was before him, daring.
The truth is something closer to this—there was a man in the shade of a tree, eating a handful of dates and watching you swim. That when you emerged, he tilted his head back so he might meet your gaze, instead of his eyes lingering on your breasts, the swing of your hips.
I am called Tamiel, he says when you ask. I am a messenger of the One True God. Be not afraid.
You are not (though you thought him just a man, then) so you do not feel strange in asking, Do you have a message for me?
No, says. His face is guileless. I just like it here.
Very well, you answer, sitting beside him in the shade. After a moment, you steal one of his dates from his palm, and watch him smile.
Tamiel is still there the next day, and the day after that. You are not sure he has left, since that first meeting. You begin to tell him stories of your sisters, your father, and he shows you miracles in the dust, makes pebbles dance through the air or shows you distant sights—mountains of ice, strange creatures and whole lands covered in lush greenery.
When you ask him to show you his home, he goes cold and cruel for the first time in your knowing him. I have no home, he says.
You do not ask again.
(The first time you kiss him, he tastes like the lime he conjured from a handful of grass—sour and sweet at once.)
In the dark, he cannot always remember what shape to stay in—the number of fingers on each hand, whether his skin has scales. If his mouth should make you ache or bleed, or both. He fumbles with your body, unsure of what to do with it as with his own.
But you hold him fast, and when he thrusts inside you, there is a moment when you carry all fire and air and divinity in the circle of your arms.
Afterwards, he settles his wings around you. In your innocence, you think of it as a wedding bower.
One day, he is not there by the river. You never learn why.
Nine months later you give birth to a daughter with too-long fingers and winedark eyes, small wings slick with fluid and crumpled against her back. The midwife is the only one who will touch her, and only then to cut the cord, to set her—heavy and warm, skin tinged with green—in your arms.
Your daughter has small scales at the nape of her neck, and she does not cry.
You call her Avigáyil, her father’s joy.
"Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it."
British researchers have created the ‘new black’ of the science world - and it is being dubbed super black.
The material absorbs all but 0.035 per cent of light, a new world record, and is so dark the human eye struggles to discern its shape and dimension, giving the appearance of a black hole.
Named Vantablack, or super black, it also conducts heat seven and half times more effectively than copper, and is ten times stronger than steel.
It is created by Surrey NanoSystems using carbon nanotubes, which are 10,000 thinner than human hair and so miniscule that light cannot get in but can pass into the gaps in between.
Just a semi-finished sketch of some frolicking beefy centaur dudes, inspired by draft horses . :B
Then I just, come on…
52 years ago, at the height of the Cuban Missile Crisis, second-in-command Vasilli Arkhipov of the Soviet submarine B-59 refused to agree with his Captain’s order to launch nuclear torpedos against US warships and setting off what might well have been a terminal superpower nuclear war.
The US had been dropping depth charges near the submarine in an attempt to force it to surface, unaware it was carrying nuclear arms. The Soviet officers, who had lost radio contact with Moscow, concluded that World War 3 had begun, and 2 of the officers agreed to ‘blast the warships out of the water’. Arkhipov refused to agree – unanimous consent of 3 officers was required and thanks to him, the world was saved from being scarred badly.
His story is finally being told the BBC is airing a documentary on it.
thinking for yourself.
might just save the god damn world.
plus he’s hot
adults: “what are your plans for the summer?” “what are you planning on studying in college?” “what do you want to do in the future?”
I’ve always had this little headcanon that Teddy Lupin is totally a Slytherin
I mean he grows up knowing that his parents are heroes, his godparents are heroes, all of his cousins and family friends are heroes… and of course he is raised by Andromeda Tonks nee Black. so he grows up with this need to live up to that reputation, and Andromeda consistently teaches him that the way to do that is through ambition and shrewdness—make the most of his superior connections as well as his natural gifts.
he grows up with Lupin’s intelligence, and Tonks’s cheerful way with people (not to mention both of their pigheadedness and bravery), and he decides that the only thing to do is use those skills to become minister. a blue-haired half-werewolf punk minister.
she looks like she’s gonna kill the h8rz
since that wage post is going around again here’s a reminder that it’s still legal in the US to pay disabled people 22 CENTS AN HOUR
Goodwill got shit for this for like five minutes but there’s a poster in the back room at my job that says the employer can literally decide how much a disabled worker makes if they want to.
Like, it’s just up tothem. Theres no guaranteed minimum wage for disabled people.
Why the fuck does nobody know or care that this is a thing?
okay, well — first of all, there’s a reason this happens, and the theory is a good one, but the reality is what makes it Actual Trash.
in the usa, to qualify for government assisted disability benefits, you have to meet certain qualifications, which essentially come down to being physically and mentally unable to work for six hours a day, four to five days a week. it’s a shitty, disgusting process that can take more than three years to get through, and you really CANNOT work at all, even if you’re pretty much on the brink of homelessness if you want to qualify.
once you DO qualify, the monthly amount you receive is gauged from past earnings. the more you used to make, the more taxes you paid into the system, the more the government is willing to dish back out. sounds decent, except if you’ve had a disability that kept you from working your entire life.
the usa judges the value of an individual on their ability to do labour. you can’t work, your value is essentially nil. if you’ve never worked, the maximum amount you can receive is around $750/m, which is under the living wage for PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE, much less someone who needs significant medical assistance. you do get the benefit of medicaid but — well, that’s a joke on its own. but the thing is, that $750/m only applies to single disabled persons. if you’re married, or living with a relative, that person’s income affects how much you’ll get.
a lot of disabled people are forced to try and seek additional employment, despite receiving financial assistance. they have to. it’s that, or homelessness. that’s where goodwill and the dept of labour law regarding disabled persons steps in. if you’re receiving gov’t assistance, you can’t engage in what’s considered “substantial gainful employment”. aka, every additional penny you earn has to be submitted to the gov’t for review, so they can adjust your monthly payment accordingly. basically, they don’t give a shit if you don’t have enough money to live on.
goodwill and similar companies that have disability employment programmes offer jobs that are kiiiiiind of protective to disabled individuals. because you’re earning under the minimum wage, and because it’s a job specifically selected for someone who has a disability, it’s given less of a stink eye when your disability claim comes up for review. you’re not doing the labour of an able individual, and you’re not making substantial gainful employment, so IN THEORY it’s good for everyone.
but the reality is that it fucking BLOWS, though arguably not because goodwill are cheapskates. i mean, they are — for a lot of reasons. but the real issue is how the usa views a person’s individual value, and the subsequent opportunities for people who don’t fit that criteria. there are *no* options for disabled workers. disabled people are *not* provided for in any way. the fact that it’s actually legal to pay someone less than minimum wage because of a disability is nasty as shit, but the rot goes so much deeper than that, and people should absolutely be aware of it.
what is the MAGIC
it’s called mochi!
it’s like ice cream in a soft skin!
also, it’s fucking amazing!
This is もちアイス (mochiaisu) and the “soft skin” is pounded rice cake. The white stuff you see on the outside is powdered sugar so they won’t get sticky. It’s very delicious on a hot day and you can get these at the right self-serve frozen yogurt joints. Unfortunately North America sells one mochiaisu for a dollar and some cents whereas in Japan you can get these by the boxful in any supermarket.
Want it. Nnh
you can make it yourself at home folks! Mochi is really simple to make, all you have to do is take 2 cups rice flower, mix with 1 cup water and 1/2 cup sugar, boil it in a pot or put in a ceranwrap covered bowl and put in microwave for 7 minutes. turn off the heat and stir it until it becomes solid and sticky. Then you can roll it into balls with a little bit of rice flour on top to keep it from being too sticky. Then you can eat it just like that, cover a scoop of ice cream and freeze it to make this, or you can make Strawberry Daifuku which is strawberries and red bean paste (anko) wrapped in mochi. I make it all the time!
Aww damn i gotta do this!!
Waaaaant. You’d find them in regular supermarkets in Seattle. Out here? Not so much. :(
reblogging this because MOCHI RECIPE