its only a model
its only a model
Albert Einstein teaching a physics class at Lincoln university (HCBU in Pennsylvania) in 1946
Sure as hell never mention that about him.
Today in, “you were never taught history…”
minimum wage doesn’t even TOUCH a living wage, racism and sexism are alive and well, children are killed in schools on a regular basis, those who make it to college end up with hundreds of thousands in debt, our basic rights are being stripped from us daily, and adults actually believe that SELFIES are the cause for this generation’s demise
The lone and ancient English oak that stands atop Meon Hill, a couple of hundred feet above the Cotswolds village of Mickleton, Gloucestershire, England.
Much legend and myth surrounds this location, formerly the site of a Neolithic fort, and reputedly the inspiration for Tolkien’s ‘Weathertop’ from The Lord of the Rings trilogy. It was supposedly created by the devil in an attempt to destroy a nearby abbey, presumably in vain, since he missed and created this hill with the large clod of Earth he was meant to be lobbing at it instead. By night, it is rumored to be frequented by the phantom hounds of the Celtic King Arawyn, something backed up by the many sightings of mysterious large black dogs in the area. The king was the lord of departed spirits who would hunt to gather souls, riding a pale horse and accompanied by a pack of hounds with red ears.
However, its most notorious claim to fame is that it was the scene for a murder that took place on Valentine’s Day - the Eve of Lupercalia, an ancient Pagan festival of love - in 1945, when a local farm worker was killed in a manner suggesting witchcraft was involved. According to the old Julian calendar in use until the Middle Ages, February 14th actually fell on February 2nd which, according to local superstition, was traditionally the best day for a blood sacrifice. The victim, Charles Walton, was impaled to the ground by a pitchfork, a trouncing hook embedded in his throat and a cross carved upon his chest. Local police, baffled, brought in the famous Inspector Fabian of the Yard, but the case remained unsolved, thanks in part to reticence to talk about the events by the local populace (a reluctance that apparently remains among the villagers even to this day). During the investigation a member of the police found a book titled Folklore, Old Customs and Superstitions in Shakespeareland, written by J. Harvey Bloom in 1929. A striking passage in it stated another Charles Walton had died in 1885 - 60 years beforehand - after seeing a foreboding ghost in the shape of a headless woman accompanied by a big dark hound. Rumors of the 20th century Charles Walton being the same man, having returned to life thanks to witchcraft, endured.
Just before leaving to return to Scotland Yard in London, Fabian apparently glimpsed a large black dog at the murder site. Later that day, a large black dog was found dead, hung by its neck from a tree next to the murder scene and the same evening, a police car ran over and killed a similar dog in a lane near the village.
A strange postscript to the crime occurred in August 1960 during the demolition of outhouses behind Charles Walton’s cottage. A workman saw something shining in the earth and, on picking it up, found it to be an old tin pocket watch. Later that day it was identified as being the watch that Walton was wearing on the day of his death. On opening the watch case, a small piece of coloured glass was found. Walton was known to have carried this around with him, never letting it out of his possession. The general consensus of opinion among the villagers was that this was a piece of witch glass, used to either reflect or absorb any evil thoughts that had been directed at its owner. The odd thing about this find was that the police had searched the building shortly after the crime and found nothing, so it appears that the killer must have returned at some point later to deposit the watch.
*Puts brief case down on the table and takes off glasses very seriously* “So about that AU we discussed that one time.”
that’s what little girls are made of
Not much, actually!
In the context of the ‘verse, Thuringwethil and Sauron were once brother and sister maiar- as much of a sibling relationship as can exist between maiar. Both worked for Aule- Sauron in the forge, and Thuringwethil as a messenger between Aule and Yavannah. (the reason why Eol looks the way he does- big and jacked, a very specific face that doesn’t fit either of his parents completely- is because he looks like his Uncle’s original maia form. It causes some awkward moments in the third age.)
Now, Thuringwethil did act as her brother’s head messenger until she claimed Nan Elmoth as her Kingdom. With that done, and her loyalties assured, Sauron left well enough alone as he didn’t want to get mauled and he was more interested in getting into Morgoth’s pants I MEAN SERVING HIM than he was chasing his sister around. When Eol killed Thuringwethil, of course, those loyalties were snapped. Now THAT annoyed Sauron, but as he was busy building up defenses for Morgoth, who didn’t give two shits either way, his hands were tied.
(please note that Morgoth didn’t give two shits 1) because he didn’t feel Thuringwethil’s forces were significant, which will bite him in his large posterior later, and 2) he felt her magics and creatures were inferior to his, AKA the vampire-werewolf fight is alive and well and Sauron was always like “hahaha Master’s on my side”)
In this ‘verse the Silmarillion plays out very differently, with the quest of the silmaril being a four man effort involving Luthien, Beren, Eol and Celegorm. Likewise, there’s a final battle a lot like the battle of Unnumbered Tears/the War of Wrath, but the elves are backed up by Nan Elmoth’s free orc/various dark critters army.
(Gondolin makes it because Maeglin is Celegorm’s son, not Aredhel’s, and so he never seeks it out; Turgon ceases to be an isolationist and joins the fight. Aredhel gets to slay a dragon. It’s awesome.)
dusk by mucha
doing things that have already been done
wHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHOW
This is Saint Young Men.
Jesus and Buddha are on vacation on earth. They are room mates.
Yes, it is every bit as amazing as you are thinking.
more bear owls
based on my favorite owls <3
Recap: this Eol is the son of Thuringwethil-as-Queen-of-Nan-Elmoth-the-slightly-bigger-forest-kingdom and her consort Saelinir, the nobody from an important part of Thingol’s family in Doriath. He murders his mom and takes the throne.
DO YOU SEE THIS? DO YOU? ALL OF YOU WHO HAD WRITTEN OFF PLUTO, WHO HAD CROSSED IT OFF YOUR PLANET LIST? REMEMBER HOW IT WAS ‘TOO SMALL” TO BE A PLANET? HOW NASA, IN COLLABORATION WITH THE INTERNATIONAL ASTRONOMICAL UNION REMOVED ITS PLANETARY STATUS AND CHANGED ITS NAME TO 134340? HOW EVERYONE THEN CONSIDERED THERE TO BE EIGHT PLANETS, NOT NINE?
BUT SOME OF US REMAINED LOYAL TO PLUTO. IT WAS NEVER FORGOTTEN. AND NOW HERE WE ARE, AND JUSTICE IS UPON US AFTER 8 YEARS.
BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? PLUTO HAS AT LEAST FIVE MOONS, A PRETTY BIG NUMBER FOR A ”DWARF-PLANET”, HUH? ESPECIALLY WHEN EARTH, QUITE BIGGER THAN PLUTO AND AN OFFICIAL PLANET ONLY HAS ONE. AND GUESS WHAT ELSE? ERIS, THE PLANET WHICH EVERYONE THOUGHT TO BE BIGGER THAN PLUTO, MAY NOT BE BIGGER AFTER ALL. AND THE BEST PART IS THAT PLUTO HAS AN ATMOSHPERE. THAT’S RIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, A SUPPOSEDLY NON-PLANET HAS AN ATMOSPHERE. AGAIN, ISN’T THAT IMPRESSIVE?
SO LOOK AT THIS. NEW FINDINGS, AND A NEW AGE FOR PLUTO. AN AGE OF RECOGNITION AND APPRECIATION. AND ALLOW ME TO CLOSE THIS -somewhat aggressive-PRESENTATION OF OPINION WITH THE MOTTO OF THE PLUTO APOLOGISTS: VIVA LA PLUTO!
I ALWAYS BELIEVED IN YOU PLUTO!
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You are just as important as the rest of us.