That Mysterious “S” Thing We Used to Draw (by the1janitor)

We used to draw this as kids and it’s always confused me. It still really bothers me tbh.

This is really creepy tbh.

yeah we used to draw these! around 2002. at the time i was told it was like the slipknot logo but now i know it’s totally not. but we did used to get in trouble for drawing them.

we never got in trouble with them. I had them all over my school planner lol. 

(We did call them ‘super S’) 

There’s this awesome book I read called ‘The People in the Playground’ which concerns the observations of an anthropologist on children’s folklore: the stuff that kids independently teach one another in school yards and playgrounds that has no real connection to adult lore and media. This is a great example of it, as are hand clapping and jump rope verses.

If you can finish the lines “Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack all dressed in black black black…” or ‘Hinky Pinky Ponky, Daddy had a donkey…”or “Miss Suzy had a steamboat…” or “Engine Engine number nine…”

stop and think about where you learned them.

It probably wasn’t from an adult or out of a book or in any formal way. It was from another kid; someone a grade ahead of you or someone’s older sibling or something. Who learned it the same way.

This is CHILD lore. Sometimes a fad will come and go in a single age cohort, sometimes it’ll last for generations. It’s kind of awesome.

The idea of child lore and a distinct child culture is really interesting, especially when you consider that children have a few traditions that go back hundreds of years.

For example: did you ever play “Quaker’s meeting?” Quaker’s meeting has begun, no more laughter, no more fun…that dates back two centuries

And of course there’s “Ring around the rosie,” which goes all the way back to the time of the black plague.

Children pass these things down among themselves as part of a legacy they lack the context to fully understand; but you could say the same thing about most adult traditions. That unbroken chain of shared knowledge connects their play to the play of children from hundreds of years ago, without any adult input or encouragement.

That’s cool.








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#and I just don’t feel entitled to someone else’s life’s work.

That comment exactly!! It’s not mine and I can survive without it, so I will.

This is why honey is not vegan.

The problem here is that honey, especially if you buy it ethically from an apiarist, isn’t actually detrimental to the well-being of the bee or the hive. In the wild, honey is used as a food stock, but in a domesticated honeybee colony, the bees are fed quite well, and so the honey is a surplus.

The alternatives, like sugar, relies on monocrops in third world countries, with transient labour. Growing up, there was a sugarcane field by my house, and I’m sure the Haitian men who worked backbreaking hours hacking a machete through knife-bladed leaves in 40 degree heat for a couple dollars a day would have traded a testicle to be a Canadian honeybee. Stevia’s going the same way, iirc.

Additionally, apiarists are actually huge proponents and activists for sustainable bee-keeping, and it’s estimated that the domesticated hive may be the last great hope for declining populations, because we can optimize their chances for survival.

It’s their life’s work, sure, but it’s not the death of them to use it responsibly.

literally read anything about the history of sugarcane and the cuban sugar industry if you think sugar is or ever has been more ethical than honey

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If you are 35 or younger - and quite often, older - the advice of the old economy does not apply to you. You live in the post-employment economy, where corporations have decided not to pay people. Profits are still high. The money is still there. But not for you. You will work without a raise, benefits, or job security. Survival is now a laudable aspiration.

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Sirius Black adopts Harry after book 3 AU, set sometime in book 5

I AM SO WEAK for the biggest cliches ok you have no idea

actually now you do have a bit of an idea

Also, is Sirius crying because Harry accidentally called him “Dad,” or because Harry correctly used a Wizard Swear? HMMM

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Anonymous said: Prompt: If you already haven't done this, then write something about the first time Sirius held Harry, please :)


short and poopy. I hope this is okay. haha

The flames flash green, and James Potter leaps back as something gray and big tumbles out of the fireplace. Rolling to a stop in the middle of the now-ashy rug, Sirius Black looks up at his friend, who offers a hand. Sirius takes it, standing up to blow flecks off his shoulder.

“You bloody sca-”


“You were on an Order mission, mate, I can’t just-”


“He’s my ch-” James starts, but it’s lost on Sirius.

“Boy or Girl,” he demands.


Sirius gives a whoop, enthusiastically clapping the exhausted James on the shoulder. James stumbles a little, but Sirius doesn’t notice.

“Padfoot!” A voice calls from the next room then, hearing the commotion in the living room. Sirius’s head snaps to the hallway.

“BABE!” he hollers, and he’s off sprinting. James follows, almost crashing into him as he turns a sharp corner and pulls up at the doorway.

Lily is sitting up in her bed, her red hair pulled up into a loose bun. The midwife has left, and she sits alone in the room, cradling a small bundle to her chest. Sirius can’t see much from where he stands, but he notices the tuft of black hair sticking straight up from the blankets. He makes his way to the foot of the bed.

“Six hours, I heard?”

“As bad as the Cruciatus,” Lily smiles weakly. James goes to stand beside her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Lily touches his cheek lightly in return.

The room is silent for a moment, and then the baby stirs.

“C’mere,” James waves Sirius over, who tiptoes to the bedside. With a nod of encouragement from Lily, he peers down into the wrinkly face of a James Potter in miniature.

“He’s called Harry.” Lily offers him to Sirius, who jumps back.

“I can’t…”

“You’re fine. I held him, and he’s still on one piece, in’he?” James laughs.

Sirius’s hands tremble a little as he holds his best mate’s child, carefully tucking the head into the crook of his elbow. He bites his lip in concentration as he pulls the blanket away from the baby’s face.

Sirius hated babies. They were loud, they were messy, and Andromeda’s kid puking all over him that one time was more than he could stand in a lifetime. But here he is, holding this wee thing, and he feels a prickle at his nose.

“Sirius, are- hold on, are you crying?”

“No,” he says too quickly, blinking a few times for good measure. Lily raises her brows at him, which he pointedly ignores, bobbing his knees as Harry’s eyes scrunched.

James clears his throat. “We, er… mate, we were wondering if…”

The baby yawns and Sirius holds him tighter, stifling one himself. Sirius had to marvel. Harry even had a tiny tounge.

“…Did you hear what I just said?”

“Sorry?” Sirius looks up at the expectant James.

“We want you to be godfather.”

Sirius Black had killed all his pot plants to date, even the cactus that James’d given him for his twelfth birthday. He hadn’t grown up with many children so he didn’t know how they functioned. He certainly didn’t know how to take care of other people, let alone himself. But he looks into the little sleeping face, at the tiny button nose and thin arches of eyebrows, and he knew that if anything, he was fighting this war for this little child right here. Harry Potter.

Sirius looks up, a small smile on his lips, and he nods.

“I’d be honoured.”

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best goddamn cover I’ve heard so far

Fuck goddamn I love this so much I just want to have been the person who came up with the idea I LOVE IT JESUS FUCK COVERS OF MUSIC THAT GO IN OTHER DIRECTIONS ARE THE WHOLE REASON TO GET UP IN THE MORNING


In the game of Prohibition, you win or you die.

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The “No Poo” movement and why (scientifically) it’s terrible for your hair.


Okay, I’ve been seeing a lot of people going for the “no poo” thing and not shampooing their hair… but instead, washing it with baking soda and apple cider vinegar.

Now, I’m glad people are reconsidering normal daily habits, but you might want to delve a little deeper and not just assume that the people making these movements popular… actually have any idea what they are talking about.

Now, for some really simple science:
Your hair has a natural pH of around 4-5, making it acidic. Baking soda has a much higher pH of around 9, making it alkaline. This leads to a breakdown of the di-sulfide bonds in your hair.

Now… I’m going to pretend this means nothing to you. Not because I assume you don’t know, but because I’m a junkie for explaining things.

So, breaking down the di-sulfide bonds is what leads you to THINK that this method is working. It makes your hair feel soft and shiny. YAY! 

… No! Bad!

The reason your hair feels soft and shiny is the same reason your skin feels soft and smooth after you’ve had your hands in bleach: you are dissolving the outer layer of keratin every time you do it! So the more you do it, the more you damage your hair, and eventually… it will all break off and you’ll be left wondering what the heck just happened.

Apple cider vinegar is okay for your “conditioning”, if you’re into smelling like a salad during your shower. It has a pH of around 5 so you’re safe. But if you really want to stop using store bought shampoo, consider a more acidic option.


You’re right in the basics, but not right in how the method is used or works. I did the baking soda/vinegar method for quite a while, and my hair did not become damaged and broken. There are plenty of people who’ve been doing it for months or even years - they aren’t idiots, they’d stop if their hair was breaking and dry. 

You don’t use equal amounts of base and acid, you experiment with proportion until you get to the right balance. In my case, I used very little baking soda in water, and a healthy amount of vinegar in not very much water. A lot of people find that their hair is drying out after a few washes, and the advice is always to use more vinegar and dilute it less.

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Did the Vikings Get a Bum Rap?



The Vikings gave no quarter when they stormed the city of Nantes, in what is now western France, in June 843—not even to the monks barricaded in the city’s cathedral. “The heathens mowed down the entire multitude of priest, clerics, and laity,” according to one witness account. Among the slain, allegedly killed while celebrating the Mass, was a bishop who later was granted sainthood.

To modern readers the attack seems monstrous, even by the standards of medieval warfare. But the witness account contains more than a touch of hyperbole, writes Anders Winroth, a Yale history professor and author of the book The Age of the Vikings, a sweeping new survey. What’s more, he says, such exaggeration was often a feature of European writings about the Vikings. Read more.

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