Untamed Tarot: 12 - THE HANGED MAN

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.

#my art #look a bunny #i've been working on this since september #send help

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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

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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”

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- Good to see you. - You, too.

#MY CHILDREN

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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:

best. trait. ever

#about me

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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

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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

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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

shredsandpatches

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

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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)

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Folk songs abbreviated: IT GOT BETTER

@sassenach-the-pie-maker

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callout post for myself

- 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

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#nothing has ever been more me

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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.

#this exactly this

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Reblog if you love sea dogs

1-800-ARE-YOU-SLAPPIN

Source: babyanimalgifs

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ocularhorticulture

vidya game dev: this game is MASSIVE. remember our other game? like that but FOURTEEN TIMES BIGGER… there are FORTY EIGHT THOUSAND npcs……… you can talk TO EVERYONE.. EIGHT BILLION SIDE QUESTS…. you can gather resources and craft an ENTIRE CITY….. INFINITE skill trees and gear upgrades…. the BIGGEST game EVER developed

me, a simple gamer:

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Gretchen: On the International Space Station, you have astronauts from the US and from other English speaking countries and you have cosmonauts from Russia. And obviously it’s very important to get your communication right if you’re on a tiny metal box circling the Earth or going somewhere. You don’t want to have a miscommunication there because you could end up floating in space in the wrong way. And so one of the things that they do on the ISS – so first of all every astronaut and cosmonaut needs to be bilingual in English and Russian because those are the languages of space. Lauren: Yep. Wait, the language of space are English and Russian? I’m sorry, I just said ‘yep’ and I didn’t really think about it, so that’s a fact is it? Gretchen: I mean, pretty much, yeah, if you go on astronaut training recruitment forums, which I have gone on to research this episode… Lauren: You’re got to have a backup job, Gretchen. Gretchen: I don’t think I’m going to become an astronaut, but I would like to do astronaut linguistics. And one of the things these forums say, is, you need to know stuff about math and engineering and, like, how to fly planes and so on. But they also say, you either have to arrive knowing English and Russian or they put you through an intensive language training course. But then when they’re up in space, one of the things that they do is have the English native speakers speak Russian and the Russian speakers speak English. Because the idea is, if you speak your native language, maybe you’re speaking too fast or maybe you’re not sure if the other person’s really understanding you. Whereas if you both speak the language you’re not as fluent in, then you arrive at a level where where people can be sure that the other person’s understanding. And by now, there’s kind of this hybrid English-Russian language that’s developed. Not a full-fledged language but kind of a- Lauren: Space Creole! Gretchen: Yeah, a Space Pidgin that the astronauts use to speak with each other! I don’t know if anyone’s written a grammar of it, but I really want to see a grammar of Space Pidgin.

Excerpt from Episode 1 of Lingthusiasm: Speaking a single language won’t bring about world peace. Listen to the full episode, read the transcript, or check out the show notes. (via lingthusiasm)

BARRAYAR

(via suspected-spinozist)

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merry valentines i hope ur smoother than aliens

these aliens just get lesser and lesser suave

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Don’t forget Mordin’s “Your lower eyelids did a thing, but I’m not interested in you or the army of people trying to bang me” or Morinth’s “You’ll totally survive the brain hemorrhage I’m about to give you.”

Actually because Photosets only allow 10 pictures I couldn’t be bothered to upload some and left out a few, seeing as I didn’t think it’d get any notes.