I don’t understand how Bethesda manages to create such insane and interesting lore for Elder Scrolls series, but then every game they put out is boring and shit. My only explanation is that there’s a blind hermit living in the ventilation system of the main Bethesda office who crawls out at night and writes down his dreams into random in-game books, and then the actual developers just never bother to delete it. I don’t believe for a second that the same people who wrote the dogshit Skyrim’s story also invented insane stuff like Lyg.
Like, there are fucking space-time ships and towers that anchor the world in reality and then the games are about some big dragon trying to destroy the world or cultists summoning an evil god. And there’s actually cool lore even behind those plots, but it’s all hidden behind a shit writing of the main story.
Me: I’m going to look at horse forums, I bet the drama there is so funny
Me after 4 hours of horse forums: Damn….those people really love and care about their horses…
See, I think horse people are Like That because you can’t do anything with a horse without entering into The Mind of the Horse. Like yeah, to ride a horse you need an intimate understanding of how its body moves and how your body is in contact with it and everything it is seeing and hearing and feeling in its own body and how your body responding to the horse’s movement and reactions creates feedbacks upon the horse’s response—which in itself is borderline spiritually merging yourself with the horse consciousness —but you can’t even clean a horse’s feet or lead it into a pasture without some power to understand What It Is Like To Be A Horse, because a horse is a Giant Beast with strong instincts that can drive it to kill or maim in a heartbeat, and it’s the horse’s trust and confidence in you and by extension your trust and confidence in the horse that keeps you both safe.
So being a horse person seems to be 90% stuff like standing in the stall trying to telepathically Enter The Consciousness of the Horse to try to unlock why the horse is fucking scared shitless of mops
and subsequently to Understand the Deep Psychological Foundation of Horse Self-Confidence so as to create a Scenario where the horse can encounter a mop and feel empowered and strong rather than Murderously Terrified
@osedaxworm yeah i think the “why” comes into play when they’re trying to figure out what the common thread is in the set of related things that make the horse freak out
A lot of the people I was reading about had horses that came from previous owners and it seems like a long string of bad training practices in the past can leave the owner of a rescued horse with a LOT of work
The most wild thing about horse training to me is that the horses start to try and do it back if you telepathically Enter The Consciousness of the Horse correctly.
I acquired an abused and neglected horse a few months ago. She spent the earlier days of our interactions trying to bite me, kick me, run me over, and buck me off through any means necessary. I empathized with her. I was very gentle with her and showed her that I didn’t plan on bringing her any additional harm. She started letting me introduce her to people, and she even started letting the vets I brought in help her instead of trying to fight them.
A couple of weeks ago, I asked her to jump over a scary obstacle for the first time. She was really uncertain and kept checking in to make sure I thought it was fine, and when she realized that I was sure, she did the horse equivalent of saying, “well, okay, we can give it a shot since it seems like you really want to”. Lately when she’s unsure if something is okay, or when she doesn’t want to do something, she’s taken to simply stopping instead of bucking. I think she’s trying to take care of me. We still need to get through the stopping problem, but I’m beyond grateful to her for trying to keep me safe even when she’s feeling strong emotions.
The past few days, she’s spent a lot of time licking me from head to toe. Not even just my skin, but my clothes, too. This wouldn’t be super significant, except that I have a dissociative disorder, and I’ve been in and out for the past few days. It seems like she’s trying to keep me here.
If you try to understand the horses, they try to understand you. They’re truly unlike any other kind of animal I’ve worked with in how deeply they try to understand their people.
*gently holds this post* hornse…
Horses are deeply perceptive animals and to some degree understand human emotion and empathize with it. They do start to see you as their herd mate, their friend, their protector, and in return they will protect you in their own way.
I can sit outside on the ground in my field with my horses, and if I’m feeling happy and relaxed, they think, “Oh, our human is resting here. We will stand vigil.” And one will position themself over me. Others will stand watch. And the great thing is, if you take up the position of standing vigil among horses that trust you, they’ll say, “My human is here watching over me. I can rest now too.” And having a horse trust you enough to lie prone on the ground and sleep is a wonderful feeling.
Alternatively, they pick up when things are wrong too. If I am scared, you can believe they will be wary, which is why it’s so unbelievably important to work through fear rather than expressing it uncontrolled when you’re around a horse. They will respond how you do. They also can tell if I’m upset. Going back to the situation where I go out and sit in the field. I’ve done that a couple times while deeply upset. The horses that aren’t mine, that I don’t share as close of a bond with, are a little unnerved by it. They investigate, but ultimately are more worried. However, the horses that I do have a bond with have seen me and thought, “There’s something wrong with my human. They’re upset about something. I might be able to help.” Now, their version of helping is standing over me, chewing on my hair, pulling on my shoelaces, and chasing off other horses who try to investigate, but those are behaviors that tie back into me being part of their herd. Grooming, play, and protection. And again, getting a bond like that isn’t easy, but it is so worth it.
They’ll also try to eat your hair if they like you. That’s not relevant to this discussion it’s just really annoying.
It’s true. All of it.
I have had horses in my life for probably longer than a lot of people in this space have been on earth (I’m an elderly millennial). I also worked as a professional in the horse industry, with great hopes of being a US team rider, for over half my adult life. I gave up on that because not only did I realize that meeting that goal meant needing way more luck and money than I had (hard work literally means shit in elite sports, most of the time), but also because it dawned on me that I could not reach the level of success I thought I wanted and maintain the type of relationships I had developed with the horses I trained, rode, and cared for.
But all of the above? All of it is true. Horses are wildly empathetic. Extremely good judges of character (my first horse HATED my high school boyfriend. I should have listened way sooner). And they are so generous and enthusiastic to do things with you when you approach it with them the right way.
My horse I have now has been with me for almost 14 years. I bought him with hopes of him being my first real big time horse. He was (and still is) immensely talented and athletic. He is also extremely “vocal” with his opinions. He was infamous in his younger days, both from a blog I kept of our adventures and from stories I shared on a popular horse forum. He was (and still absolutely can be) a punk.
I always did my due diligence. I made sure the punk behavior wasn’t because he hurt or was confused or didn’t like what we were doing. I learned, pretty quickly that, no, he was happy, healthy, and loved his job. He just had to make his voice heard. And I gave him the freedom (within reason….kicking me was a bit too much) to express himself.
A few years into our life together I was hitting maximum burn out. I hated my job in the industry, I loved the sport but hated the professional game, and I needed something to change. One day, I was having a terrible day. A TERRIBLE day. I was supposed to be competing the next day, but when I swung my leg over his back for our usual pre-competition tune up, I didn’t have the bandwidth to do it. I was fried. Emotionally and mentally drained.
And he knew it. He gently carried me away from the barn, out of ear shot of clients and staff, and then I burst into tears, full body sobs. His ears swiveled around, his body softened, and he took over, taking us out into the fields and woods surrounding the farm. For 45 minutes, he carried me gently through the countryside he and I both loved. My sobs gradually quieted and my tears dried, and I slowly calmed down. And he took care of me the whole time. My little punk of a horse, who regularly spooked at butterflies and suspicious blades of grass, was gentle and kind to me. I think, in large part, because I’d always tried to be gentle and kind with him, giving him room to express his own emotions.
Our lives changed dramatically in the days following, but he has remained that same empathetic soul, who always seems to know when I need a chuckle, when I need 10 more seconds of his head pressed to my chest, when I need just one more whiff of his horsey smell. He always knows.
I love animals and I have been blessed to have a life full of them. I have had a heart dog, and my heart cat will probably be climbing into bed with me soon. But as dearly loved as these animals are to me, the horses are the ones that truly astound me with their intelligence and empathy.
My bully from 5th grade who snapped my glasses in front of his friends just found me on social media a few weeks ago.
He wrote me a long apology saying how he was now a father to a 3 year old little girl and was taking her to get her first pair of little glasses in the next few days—and it brought back what he did. He said couldn’t ever handle the idea of someone doing that to her.
My first instinct was to tell him to get lost, but I realized I was getting what I always prayed for. I just wanted the people who were mean to me to eventually understand it—even if it took a personal experience to relate to and 14 years to open their eyes.
A piece of me healed in that moment as I gave him glasses advice for his daughter because I was the same age when I got my first pair.
Kids are really ruthless, but it takes a healed adult to reach out to apologize. And there is always time to change; it’s never too late.
The US government has a debt problem. That’s pretty clear.
The debt sat at $33,167,334,044,723 ($33 trillion) on 09/30/2023 and has increased by approximately 2 trillion dollars since. This raises the question of eliminating the deficit, that is the amount that the government has to borrow each year. There is generally only one solution proposed, increase taxes and decrease government spending. This has commonly been used as an excuse to gut the welfare state across various countries.
The difficulty is that cutting welfare and healthcare negatively impacts the economy and therefore tax income. Greece had to cut spending due to too much debt (yes I used Wikipedia as a source, but it’s the best general overview) and that had a significant negative impact on quality of life and their revenue which fixed literally nothing (their debt is still giant if not larger) and don’t even get me started on the horrible effects of Thatchers ‘Austerity’ and its descendants, which also had the goal of eliminating the deficit and, you guessed it, failed while making the UK a worse place to live with downstream effects even today.
Getting rid of the deficit isn’t just as easy as cutting spending or increasing taxes.
Not so fun fact: US military contractors commonly manage to get absolutely crazy profit margins (think 40-95%), effectively allowing the US government to funnel hundreds of billions of dollars (often using the excuse of foreign military aid) straight into the pockets of said contractors millionaire and billionaire shareholders who just so happen to not pay taxes because of loopholes. As long as the government keeps massively overpaying for privatized services while not taxing those that profit off those, there is no way to eliminate the deficit.
i love you black trans people. i love you asian trans people from all over asia (not just east asia). i love you hispanic trans people. i love you indigenous trans people. i love you poc trans people. you’re doing great, i promise you, and i’m so fucking sorry the community erases you as much as it does.
He sits on my lap while I spin, he does the little jiggle
In Romanian the verb “a toarce” means both “to purr” and “to spin wool”.
In Romanian
the verb “a toarce” means both “to
purr” and “to spin wool”.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
[video description: an orange tabby cat sitting in a loaf pose on a person’s lap as they spin wool with a spinning wheel. the cat rocks side to side slightly as the person works.]
[image description: screenshot of tumblr tags reading: “do you think this exact scenario has taken place hundreds of times hundreds of years ago / do you think kittymittens through the ages have enjoyed a lap and a wiggle / bc i do / cats”.]
Reblogged this before reading the notes, so now I’m editing my reblog to note that this story is 7 years old, the nurse sued and won, the cop got fired, laws and policies got changed to further protect patients and healthcare workers
One of my favorite tiktok niches that was created by people so bored they’re barely alive is that there’s a whole diet soda community where they believe everything you do greatly effects the way diet soda tastes and there are very specific methods of serving it to make sure you get the right flavor as if it’s an expensive steak or something. but the best part is they believe how long you leave it in the fridge is the most important part in all of it, which they call, “marinating”
i checked this out because i found it almost impossible to believe but its true at least for this one lady
ID: A screenshot of a Tiktok, showing a white person with long brown hair, wearing a grey hoodie, staring at the camera with text on the screen reading: “when shit keeps happening to me but at least i have more lore”
it is downright sickening seeing people justify continuing support for Kamala Harris after the speech she gave last night. the Democratic party has always been a big tent party. and the tent seemingly keeps getting smaller.
she wants to sign into law a right-wing border bill that will be even more right-wing if republicans take the senate which is likely. she wants to have the most “lethal” military in the world. she had anti-choice republicans, cops and border patrol agents on the stage at the DNC but couldn’t make room for a 5 minute vetted speech by a Palestinian speaker. she did not mention transgender people or rights a single time in her speech. she has still not released any policies whatsoeverand it’s almost September.
politicians should have to earn your vote. this blue no matter who shit because the violence is delivered to you in a rainbow flag and a pro choice sticker slapped on it is fucking deplorable.
have a spine. have an actual, real spine and hold the politicians who run this country accountable for their words and actions. stop guaranteeing your vote to these people before you have been shown any initiative to change their behavior. stop shrinking the tent. too many people are being pushed out and you’re suggesting we don’t reach out to them because you’ve already staked out your place. show some fucking humanity.
“i still prefer Kamala over Trump” great then vote for her and have the time of your life. by not holding these people accountable, you are literally aiding the rightward slip into a fascist state that you warn everyone about under Trump.
these neoliberal policies on things like immigration, crime and Palestine are a historical departure from the Democratic party and you’re just bending over and taking it. how big of a feckless coward can you be? the performative liberalism is so apparent. we are supposed to be standing up for people like migrants and people in Palestine who are BEGGING for our help daily on this very website. what in the fuck are you thinking?
Voting will not affect democrat policy
Whether they win or lose they will continue doing the same stuff and going in the same direction
You cannot hold a person who doesn’t actually care about your vote accountable by not voting
Kamala Harris, the Presidential candidate exists purely to further the democrats entrenched position and insure continued political donations to their members. The policy is just an obstacle they would rather avoid.
I feel like this is the kind of thing you only reblog if you have an aesthetic blog, which I do not, but goddammit I just love it when the moon lines up with stuff
In the DC universe there’s a petition with over five hundred thousand signatures asking Batman to let Robin represent the USA on the male gymnastic team
I do think it’s told its story, it doesn’t feel incomplete. But when I want more animated shows, I WANT MORE LOWER DECKS.
But also, the labor differences between animation and live action intrigue me. It’s so, so much less reliant on specific actors. Rick and Morty replaced the person who voiced Rick and Morty.
Get multiple VAs per character, hire large teams of animators who can draw the same way, and large teams of whatever else an animated show need, idk, I’m just a fan,
and you could make a show that has an episode every day for years without overworking people.
So, your guy is funding a genocide, your successor candidate is committing to continue that, people who try to protest it get shouted down, beaten and hauled away by the cops, and you think this is fascism dying?
While the democrats are the less bad option by a thin margin, they are by no means a good one.
There’s a thing about pre-transition dissociation where like… every positive emotion feels thin and hollow, so living your life is completely based on removing pain rather than bringing in joy. There’s no scales to balance, no assets to book against liabilities, just various misfortunes to avoid so you can distract yourself in a state of numb comfort. You ask yourself “would I be happier as a woman” and on one hand you picture all the difficulties, the effort, the prospect of being discriminated against (for being a woman or for being a tranny) and on the other hand you don’t picture anything, and so you weigh those two hands up and go “haha yeah trans woman are cool and all but I’m sure I’m not one of them”
A few people have reblogged this with some variation of “I transed my gender and I still feel like this!” and if that’s you then I 100% seriously unironically need you to read/listen to Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving by Pete Walker
not to vaguepost or anything but one of my mutuals keeps making posts inspired by shit i’ve posted/reblogged but not mentioning anywhere that i gave them the idea for the post which is honestly So Rude /silly
I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie
Ok but the other one is purring so hard
If I ever don’t reblog this assume I’m dead
Fun fact: technically, because of its inability to roar and its ability to purr, the cheetah is not a ‘big cat’ (or Great Cat) - they are still classified as Lesser Cats.
Also you haven’t heard anything until you hear them cheep.
YOU CANNOT JUST SAY THAT AND NOT PROVIDE A VIDEO
I HAVE REALISED MY MISTAKE AND SHALL RECTIFY IT:
Cheeps.
Filed under: Things I Was Not Prepared For
Cats can either purr or roar but not both. There are only four cat species that roar: tigers, lions, leopards and jaguars. All the other cats purr.
The largest cat that purrs is the mountain lion. It sounds amazing.
The largest cat that
purrs is the mountain lion.
It sounds amazing.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
