prehistoric tarot - the emperor / the empress
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When Tina Turner left her first husband - who was also her boss, captor, and brutal tormentor - she snuck out of their Dallas hotel room with a single thought in her mind: “The way out is through the door.”
From there she fled across the midnight freeway, semi-trucks careening past her, with 36 cents and a Mobil gas card in her pocket. As soon as she decided to walk out that door, she owned nothing else.
When she filed for divorce, she made an unusual request. She didn’t want anything: not the song rights, not the cars, not the houses, not the money. All she wanted was the stage name he gave her - Tina - and her married name - Turner. This was the name by which the world had come to know her, and keeping it was her only chance to salvage her career.
Things could have gone a lot of ways from there. She could have labored in obscurity for decades, maybe making records on small labels to be prized by vinyl connoisseurs in Portland. She could have stayed in Vegas, where she first went to get her chops back up, and worked as a nostalgia act. And, of course, given what she had been through, she might have … not made it.
What happened instead is that Tina Turner became the biggest global rock star of the 80s. I’m old enough to barely remember this, but if you aren’t, it was like this: The Rolling Stones would headline a stadium one day, and the next day it would be Tina Turner. A middle-aged Black woman - she became a rock star at 42! - sitting atop the 1980s like it was her throne.
She managed this because of whatever rare stuff she was made of (this is a woman whose label gave her two weeks to record her solo debut, Private Dancer, which went five times platinum); because she decided to speak publicly about her abusive marriage and forge her own identity, and in doing so give hope and courage to countless women; and also because - in a perhaps unlikely twist for a girl from Nutbush, Tennessee - she had her practice of Soka Gakkai Nichiren Buddhism, to which she credited her survival. She remained devout until the end.
Tina’s second marriage - to her, her only marriage - was to Edwin Bach, a Swiss music executive 16 years her junior. Of him, she said, “Erwin, who is a force of nature in his own right, has never been the least bit intimidated by my career, my talents, or my fame.”
In 2016, after a barrage of health problems, Tina’s kidneys began to fail. A Swiss citizen by then, she had started preparing for assisted suicide when her husband stepped in. According to Tina, he said, “He didn’t want another woman, or another life.”
He gave her one of his kidneys, buying her the remainder of her time on this earth and perhaps closing a cycle which took her from a man who inflicted injury upon her to a man willing to inflict injury upon himself to save her from harm.
Born into a share-cropping family as Anna Mae Bullock in 1939, she died Tina Turner in a palatial Swiss estate: the queen of rock ‘n roll; a storm of a performer with a wildcat-fierce voice; a dancer of visceral, spine-tingling potency and ability; a beauty for the ages; a survivor of terrible abuse and an advocate for others in similar situations; an author and actress; a devout Buddhist; a wife and mother; a human being of rare talent and perseverance who, through her transcendent brilliance, became a legend.Credit: Will Stenberg
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Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: The Final!
Nerdanel vs One (1) Rivendell elf who sings tra-la-la-lally
Nerdanel:
Nerdanel, called The Wise, was the wife of Fëanor, and known as a great sculptor. She refused to follow her family to Middle-earth in the revolt of the Noldor.
- Best known as the woman who looked at the hot mess that is Fëanor, went “is anyone going to marry that?” and did not wait for an answer, Nerdanel is also so much more than just the beloved wife of Fëanor. Most notably, she is a sculptor (apparently a male-dominated field in Noldorin society) - her statues are so life-like that the friends of the depicted would go up and talk to them! She is also wise enough to land the epithet Istarnië, which means Wise One, and she is the only person Fëanor ever listened to, which borders miracle territory. Although when she married the pretty young crown prince of the Noldor, people said she was not good-looking enough for him, Fëanor begged to differ, as they had seven kids together, which is the largest amount of kids any Elven couple ever had. There must have been a lot of passion there (or maybe they just really wanted a daughter?). Although Nerdanel always seemed to have wise counsel for her husband, apparently she did not put up with his, as she was close friends with Indis, his stepmother he did not like. Unfortunately, their marital bliss did not last; when Fëanor pulled a sword on his half-brother Fingolfin (Indis’s son) and was exiled, she did not come with him and instead stayed with Indis. This is often seen as her inventing divorce, although a more boring reading could simply suggest she disagreed and did not fancy accompanying him (LaCE does say Elven couples could keep separate households for extended periods of time). She also did not think about coming to Beleriand with him after he swore his terrible oath, although she did beg for him to leave her at least one of her kinslaying spawn sweet adorable baby boys (preferably the one she very ominously tried her hardest to name The Fated as a baby). I suppose the resulting, kind of permanent, separation, could definitely count as divorce.
- she is a sculptor and an artisan so skilled that Feanor’s love for her competed with his own love of craft and creation. She raised seven sons and pleaded for their fates with Feanor because of how much she loved them and even though she loved him too, she stuck to her own beliefs and refused to leave Valinor….she’s so girlboss and she said you can go be a tragic archetype but our children don’t deserve that and also I will stay right here. We love a woman who refuses to give up her joys and her home even for a man she loves and ESPECIALLY since it was Feanor….the strength of her will is insane. I love her.
One (1) Rivendell elf who sings tra-la-la-lally:
One of the Elves of Rivendell who sing tra-la-la-lally in The Hobbit.
- This one specific elf sings tra la la lally with the rest but he is slightly off key and the other elves bully him for it
- they’re SILLY!!! We need NEED more silly elves!! Like who are these weirdos just hanging out in the trees of Rivendell? Did they know the dwarves were coming and gather their friends to specifically climb those trees to sing nonsense at them? Do they just normally sit there and sing about every little thing they see? Is this a traditional Rivendell thing or are those elves just really strange? I’m obsessed with them they’re everything to me. Elves are oft portrayed as being Too Serious in this fandom and silly elves need rights too! Silly elf rights!!!!
I voted Nerdanel. Nerdanel IS my blorbo, in the sense that I love her and have written stories about her. But I also feel like she’s being wrongly described as ‘not obscure’.
The tra-la-la-lally elves are in The Hobbit, a book that passed 600 million copies sold in 2021 (that’s 600 million, not including figures for the legions of unauthorised overseas editions and pirate editions of the book.) It’s everywhere. It’s never been out of print.
The tra-la-la-lally elves appear twice: when Bilbo arrives in Rivendell the first time, and on his return visit. They get three songs, all written out in full, AND other dialogue.
Nerdanel gets three mentions in the Silmarillion (sales a respectable but much more modest 150 million), and one of those mentions is just 'husband of Nerdanel’ and is really about Feanor.
There is one full sentence that’s actually about her, not her children or her husband, and it doesn’t include anything about her art or her appearance or her friendship with Indis.
That information is only in Morgoth’s Ring, the tenth volume of the History of Middle-earth, and I can’t even find sales figures for that, but it’s definitely been out of print, and the initial print run when it came out was only about 5000.
So I would say in terms of actual published content, Nerdanel IS obscure. Unlike the tra-la-la-lally elves, which arrived among us fully formed, with their art written out for all to see in 1937, most of the information about Nerdanel was published in bits and scraps in the 1990s’. And we never get to see her work, and barely hear her voice.
I think people in Silmarillion fandom on Tumblr do talk about Nerdanel more than the tra-la-la-lally elves nowadays.
I think a lot of that is down to enthusiastic fans who have dug through the obscure material and successfully lobbied to bring attention to the women of the Silmarillion!
But I sometimes feel that the Silm fandom on Tumblr is just not aware how infinitesimally tiny it is compared with the vast great big giant Storm Giant sized figure of The Hobbit.
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Anonymous asked:
You should all vote for Nerdanel, actually. She's very sexy, she has freckles on her shoulders and she can open the pickle jar by herself. (this is definitely not Fëanor btw. I have- I mean, he has, HE HAS no access to the internet in Mandos. None. Really.)
some very unbiased propaganda, thank you!
THERE IT IS AGAIN! THERE IT FUCKING IS! i’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS PHOTO FOR YEARS AND NEVER COULD FIND IT!! THE LAN PARTY WITH THE GUY DUCT-TAPED TO THE CEILING!! BACK IN ANCIENT TIMES WHEN PEOPLE STILL USED CATHODE MONITORS AND WHEN COUNTERSTRIKE WAS THE NEW THING. THIS SHIT IS REAL. THIS IS REAL SHIT. SHIT THAT HAPPENED.
Blackundertaker for the link. So kotaku did an interview with a butch of people to track down the people connected with the LAN party.
From the article.
The picture in question originates from Mason, Michigan, where a close group of friends who liked to build personal computers and organize LAN parties grew up. Through Reddit and email, we were able to get in touch with a large portion of the group, as well as obtain verification and additional images…
For the Mason alumni, the night they taped Drew Purvis to the ceiling was just an average day, another LAN party with friends.
“It was still early in the day and the LAN had already become fractured,” said Nick Wellman, another LAN goer. “There were about 10 of us there, and we were already playing three, four different games. Tyler was looking around and said, ‘I think you can duct tape someone to that I-beam.’”
At this point, the teens gathered the necessary supplies, bought duct tape on a friend’s employee discount and had the tallest attendee, Brian, hold the subject, Drew, aloft while the rest taped him up.
What you see in the now-iconic photo is actually the group’s second attempt to suspend their friend from the ceiling with duct tape. After about 10 minutes, the tape digging into his sides, Drew asked to be cut down. They revised their plan, adding pillows, and strapped him back up. Once on the beam, someone else had the idea to stack some tables up so Drew could still play on his computer.
“That is the funniest part about the picture,” Nick told us. “Gaming from the beam was a complete afterthought.”
Drew lasted about two hours suspended above his comrades before retiring to the ground (turns out a duct tape cocoon runs hot).
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reblog to bonk the person you reblogged it from with a hollow cardboard tube
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Sigh.
For those of you who like to visualise these things, that’s roughly enough to fill this bucket:
the content creators are at it again, creating content.
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Progress photos for the applique quilt im working on. Im almost positive I’ve chosen the second worst assembly strategy possible. Right now the whole thing is just incredibly pointy and takes up my entire floor. Technique is -3 out of 10, dont recommended if you enjoy having floor space and not worrying about getting pins in the bottom of your foot
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lotr: bill the pony made it home safe! and he and sam were reunited after their adventures and it was Cute 💛
silmarillion: fingolfin’s horse rochallor watched him get stomped by morgoth and then ran all the way back home alone and then died too from being so tired and sad
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When you’re trying to tell someone that you largely like and respect that they reblogged something questionable, but in a ‘telling a coworker they have toilet paper stuck to their shoe’ way, not a 'fandom witch hunt’ way. :/
oh it’s over over
For a second I thought that said LinkedIn and was very bemused.
the doom of mandos is…
just a prediction of what will happen if the noldor leave
an actual curse that dooms the noldor and can be lifted
prediction of what will occur if the valar don’t intervene & promise not to
something else? please tell me
this is an invitation to share your thoughts about this because i’m deeply curious
i initially interpreted it as a prediction with no curse behind it, but i’m struck by how often characters mention the doom being visible/laying on them (melian sees it on the noldor, etc) which suggests there is more to it than that. ulmo also cautions turgon that he cannot “remove” the doom of mandos. which both suggests that he might wish to (love you ulmo you’re a real one) and that the doom has some kind of power more akin to a curse.
for a while i toyed with it being kind of like “this is a battle you cannot win without our help, and we’re pinky promising we’re never ever gonna help you” but that doesn’t really add up with ulmo’s words, or the fact that the valar (notably manwë and ulmo) do help.
so i’m left with “to some degree, the doom of mandos IS a curse and a punishment.”
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