saramcsorley:
“ Untamed Tarot: 12 - THE HANGED MAN
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I’m working on a tarot deck for which I’ve finished the major arcana and have started uploading them to tumblr. This is the largest project I’ve ever taken on by myself...

saramcsorley:

Untamed Tarot: 12 - THE HANGED MAN

View the rest of the deck.

I’m working on a tarot deck for which I’ve finished the major arcana and have started uploading them to tumblr. This is the largest project I’ve ever taken on by myself and it is so much *fun*. Anyways this is one of the first cards I drew and still one of my absolute favorites. Stay tuned to my art blog to see the other 21 cards.

bonerfart:

Black Mirror Season 4 episode list announced

1. Cor Blimey, What If Facebook Likes Were The Only Way To Earn a Quid

2. Me Bloody Computer Tried Ta Kill Me, What a Right Corker

3. There Is An App That Can Download You… Well Scary Innit Bruv

4. Me New Misses Is a Android And I Aint Bovvered

5. The Cheeky Gov'na Got A Pic Of Me Bollocks Through Me Webcam

werewolfsingles:

i love sense8 because i love the idea of having a squad 24/7 on call in your brain like “hey patricia i need to use your ability to kill a man”

wolfgagnbogdanow:

- Good to see you. - You, too.

gaymilesedgeworth:

gaymilesedgeworth:

so far, i don’t enjoy The Sims Medieval as much as i enjoy The Sims 3. i do, however, think that this is the best personality trait in any Sims game, period:

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best. trait. ever

adorable-velocity:

catvincent:

lambrini-socialism:

infinite-magical-recipes:

shredsandpatches:

junkybowels:

plaidadder:

argonauticae:

argonauticae:

im putting together a couple of scottish folk mixes bc that’s what i do and im honestly curious if anyone in my country has ever been unequivocally happy about anything ever

scottish trad music genres:

  • Everyone I Love Is Dead
  • The English Have Stolen All My Sheep
  • You Want To Be My Boyfriend? First You Must Answer These Riddles Three
  • The Protestants Have Stolen All My Sheep
  • I Love You A Lot But You’ve Left Me And It’s Raining [fiddle solo]
  • The Sea Is Treacherous, Just Like The English
  • One Time Bonnie Prince Charlie Punched Me In The Face And It Was Awesome
  • The Fairies Have Stolen All My Sheep

We have of course the traditional Irish music genres to go with them:

* Everyone I Love Is An Allegorical Representation of Ireland

* The English Stole My Farm And Put Sheep On It

* You Were My Boyfriend But Now You Won’t Even Come To The Window To Look Upon Me And Our Dead Infant Child (In The Rain)

* Whack Fol Too La Roo Umptytiddly Good They’ve Stopped Listening Now Let’s Talk About Revolution

* Something In Irish, I Think It’s About Fairies, Or Maybe A Cow

oooo can I add to this? don’t forget Appalachian folk balladry, the American cousin of Scottish and Irish traditional music and just as uplifting as its Anglo-Saxon highland forbears!!!

genres include:

  • I Left Everyone I Love Back Home In The Holler To Be With This Guy Who Doesn’t Wear Shoes Or Have Teeth But He Plays A Mean Jug
  • The English Told Us Not To Move West Yet, We Ignored Them, My Entire Family Was Killed
  • You Were My Boyfriend But You Tied A Sack Of Rocks To My Petticoats And Threw Me In The Creek (And My Baby Too)
  • Mama Loves All 14 Of Us A Lot But She’s Weary Of Our Shit And Now She’s Dyin’ (Gather Round)
  • The McCleans Stole A Firewood Log From Our Pile So We Won’t Rest Until The Last Of Their Male Kin Is Laid In The Cold Ground
  • We Knew The River Would Rise But We Still Didn’t Fix The Levee 
  • The River Rose, The Levee Broke, Everyone Died, It Was Just As We Reckoned (dulcimer twang-a-lang) 
  • When The Rebels Come A-Marchin’ I’m A Southern Man And I Feed Their Horses My Best, When The Yankees Come A-Marchin’ I’m A Northern Man And I Feed Their Horses What The Rebels Left
  • The Tennessee Valley Authority Killed All My Sheep Somehow

Don’t forget that old standby “The Mine Collapsed and Everyone Died”!

I think someone needs to put in a word for the English folk tradition though:

  • I Met a Girl and We Went Hunting (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)
  • I Met a Girl and We Caught Some Birds (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)
  • I Met a Girl and We Found Her Lost Pet (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)
  • I Met a Girl By Staying At Her Parents’ House and She Made My Bed (It Was an Especially Thinly-Veiled Metaphor for Sex)
  • I Am a Girl and I Regret Engaging In Metaphors for Sex Because Now I’m Pregnant
  • I Met a Girl and Bribed Her Into Sex But She Stole My Horse and Ran Away With It
  • I Met a Girl At an Inn and We Had Non-Metaphorical Sex But She Stole My Stuff The Next Morning and Now I Have Syphilis
  • Your Fiance Died Either at Trafalgar or Waterloo, Let’s Get Married, I’m Glad You Said No Because I’m Really Him In Disguise
  • Lord Nelson Sure Was Awesome
  • The Press-Gang Dragged Off All the Important Men in My Life (And Now They Are Dead)
  • Farm Laborers Are The Salt of the Earth And Are Never Grindingly Poor
  • Begging Is a Completely Viable Career Option With Flexible Hours and Unlimited Access to Alcohol

behold mongolian folk music genres

  • I Went Out Riding and Noticed Mongolia
  • We Fought a Bunch of Guys (On Horseback)
  • Witness My Many Ungulates
  • (While On a Horse) I Met a Hot Girl Who Reminded Me of a Plant
  • On Three, Say What That Terrain Feature Looks Like to You (One, Two, Three, A Horse)
  • Witness My Many Ancestors’ Many Ungulates
  • I Also Enjoy Heavy Metal, Especially If It’s Made of Horseshoes
  • Oooorrrrweeeeuuurrrreeeeuuuuwwwwwrrrrrrrr (Is Tuvan for “Horse”)
  • You Might Not Know This About Me, But I Own a Horse

Yorkshire / Northern England speciality folk songs that I’ve gathered from growing up in working men’s clubs and shit:

We love you Mrs. Thatcher (ironic, song describes her death)

The IRA are alright (but we are bitter they couldn’t kill Mrs. Thatcher)

Coal not dole (we love mining, it’s our way of life. As is dying of lung disease far too young.)

Socialism means beating the shite out of fascists and getting away with it (but we never do, and now the police have brutalised us)

The police are cunts (Hillsborough version)

The police are cunts (Orgreave version)

The police are cunts (but my brother is one and the fact I am a striking miner has torn our family in two)

We love Nye Bevan (and get emotional about him when we are drunk)

My father was a communist (but with age he has shifted to the right and now I pretend he is dead whilst worrying I will go the same way)

The trade unions saved my job (and by extension my life, because now I won’t be killed in an preventable workplace accident)

My job killed me (in a preventable workplace accident)

I want to live long enough to see my children grow and prosper (but I won’t)

I love this girl but not as much as I love my city’s industrial past (that is long gone, and now I get emotional about it when I drink)

A Tory fucking murdered me (self explanatory)

Folk songs abbreviated: IT GOT BETTER

@sassenach-the-pie-maker
callout post for myself

pdsophie:

- never sleeps when I need to
- cries at anything
- fakes positivity
- spends money impulsively
- requires constant validation
- clumsy, can’t go a day without spilling something
- laughs at own unfunny jokes

previousjane:

I guess the way I see it is, you either reveal your romance options or you gate flirts.

Like, maybe this is just me, but as a… chick for chicks, let’s say, a ladybro for ladybros, a spectre for spectres… the conversation where the woman you’ve been flirting for several interactions with who’s given no prior indication that she’s straight tells you she’s so not into it? That’s not a clever game mechanic. 

(Oh, it’s realistic, sure, but it’s realistic in the way that a daily shit is realistic, and funny how you don’t see much of that realism in video games.)

It keeps being treated by the writers as this fun thing - explore! discover! you’ll see, haha! - when the interaction they’re describing is one that isn’t even a little fun in real life. When it’s so closely related to the reality that when I came out as bi, years ago, all my straight female friends had to pull me aside and make sure I knew that they weren’t interested in women. (Despite the fact that I was married at the time.) There’s no real awareness on their part that I can see that for a specific group of people that kind of conversation has extremely negative connotations in real life that it doesn’t hold for others.

It’s not about entitlement, or being able to romance whoever you want. It’s about wanting to play a goddamn video game about scanning virtual rocks and seducing aliens without having to sit through the pained-smile-’well-as-long-as-you-know-i’m-not…-you-know’ speech in two fucking galaxies at once.