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
Blackish Nightjar is a relatively small dark nightjar, well named for its predominantly blackish plumage; this coloration provides good camouflage against this nightjar’s preferred microhabitat of granite rock outcroppings in forest clearings and along trails.
This preference means that the species is regularly encountered by ornithologists and birdwatchers, because the species is comparatively easier to find day roosting than many other nightjars in the Neotropics. Blackish Nightjar plumage also lacks any collared effect.
This species occurs from eastern Colombia across much of Amazonian Brazil, north to southern Venezuela and the Guianas, and south to Bolivia, and from sea level to approximately 1200 m.
Due to its undoubted abundance, the breeding biology of Blackish Nightjar is better known than many other Neotropical nightjars.
No, you cannot perceive bacteria with the naked eye, even with a perception check of 34. And even if you could, you can’t use charm animal on bacteria. And even if you could, Benign Transposition doesn’t work without line of sight. There is no way you can teleport inside the guard.
This term derives from the fantasy author’s Discworld series of books and specifically the story of character John Dearheart.
When Dearheart died in the book, other characters ensured that his soul continued “living on in the overhead” by sending a code around their communication system known as the “clacks”.
As explained in this thread, a message would consistently appear in the clacks with a piece of code followed by a name – GNU John Dearheart.
G means the message must be sent on, N means the message is not logged and U means it must be returned when it reaches the end of the line.
In the book, the character Princess asks Grandad: “So it’s just a name, going up and down all the time! Where’s the sense in that? Who’s John Dearheart?”
The thread continues:
“He… fell off a tower,” said Grandad. “Hah!” said Roger, working his shutters as if he suddenly hated them. “He’s dead?” said Princess. “Well, some people say—” Roger began. “Roger!” snapped Grandad. It sounded like a warning. “I know about Sending Home,” said Princess. “And I know the souls of dead linesmen stay on the Trunk [one of the clacks].”
“Someone was trying to scare you,” said Grandad, looking at Roger’s reddening ears. It hadn’t sounded scary to Princess. If you had to be dead, it seemed a lot better to spend your time flying between the towers than lying underground. But she was bright enough, too, to know when to drop a subject.
It was Grandad who spoke next, after a long pause broken only by the squeaking of the new shutter bars. When he did speak, it was as if something was on his mind. “We keep that name moving in the Overhead,” he said, and it seemed to Princess that the wind in the shutter arrays above her blew more forlornly, and the everlasting clicking of the shutters grew more urgent.
“He’d never have wanted to go home. He was a real linesman. His name is in the code, in the wind in the rigging and the shutters. Haven’t you ever heard the saying: ‘A man’s not dead while his name is still spoken’?”
And now, thanks to Redditors embedding this code into “the wind, in the rigging and the shutters” of the internet, Terry Pratchett will live on too.
You know how in action movies the main guy is always like “Yeah I’ve got a contact here in Uzbekistan that owes me a favor” for no discernible reason but it occurred to me that like that’s basically what internet friends are like if I was in that situation I’d be like “Yeah don’t worry leave it to me. I’ve got a mutual in the Netherlands whose selfie I reblogged one time.”
No but seriously though. You know that trope where there’s some ordinary dude who gets pulled into a web of intrigue by some badass sexy lady and then ends up being even better at stuff than the lady? Imagine that reversed. Imagine some English Lit grad student with a huge fandom tumblr accidentally witnesses a crime and some badass spy dude shows up and is like “your life is in danger, you have to come with me, and now that you’re involved you might as well help us track down the bad guys” and it’s funny because she’s not at all an action type but then he’s like “well it looks like the bad guys are doing something devious in New Zealand, better set up camp in an abandoned mine shaft” and she’s all “No wait, I totally know someone there who always tags me in reblogs about my obscure OTPs, she would 1000% let us use her place, look I already fanmailed her” and then later he’s like “Oh, we found the bad guy camp in rural Sweden but there’s no time for backup to arrive from our base before their evil plan goes down!” and she’s like “Oh hold up, did you say Sweden, because I defs know someone from there and they always leave super supportive replies on my personal posts and they will definitely have my back, give me a sec to send them an ask” and the dude is like “HOW DO YOU HAVE A BETTER INTERNATIONAL NETWORK OF ALLIES THAN ME”
One more reason why fandom is my fandom.
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