My Ocean Altar💙 On My Life, My Mama Said “jingle Shells Are Wish Shells” And I Stood In The Ocean

Conspiracy theory : it was Lord Boreal who left the Starbucks cup in game of thrones’ world after crossing the wrong window

I have noticed that most characters with bird dæmons on the tv show (Ma Casta, the Master, Serefina, etc...) wear some sort of leather brace on their non-dominant arm and hand. Do you think this so their dæmons can land there without the claws damaging them?

Oh, I think that’s definitely the intention for the bracer! Physically speaking, the daemons are corporeal and they can harm you, even if unintentionally. In Northern Lights (this might be a book one spoiler if you’re a show-only fan, sorry!) when Lyra is rescued from the intercision machine, Pan is in a wildcat form iirc, and he clings to her so tightly that he scratches her, but she doesn’t mind the pain. So, there is no malice in Pan hurting her, but he still hurts her.

I feel like for birds, getting wounded and scratched would be fairly common (and something that Philman didn’t seem to consider in the books, as he usually does lmao), and the show had a very nice way of approaching that issue. I feel like birds of prey daemons are the most common ones to have to use a leather bracer, because they strike me as birds who might hurt you, even accidentally; probably anything bigger than a parrot would require a bracer, or only small birds like robins and greenfinches wouldn’t require leather bracers as they don’t have such dangerous claws. I can imagine - while we haven’t seen them on the show - that other types of daemons that might hurt or wound or even make their humans dirty, might require special gear to prevent that, and it’s also possible that padded shoulders outfit - considering the fashion of Lyra’s world ranges from victorian to mid-50s, especially in the show where women dress very 30s/40s - most birds that aren’t from gyptians, usually stay on their human’s shoulders. I can’t imagine an aristocrat with a hawk daemon using a super simple leather bracer like Ma Costa’s, so it will either be a fancy one or they’d adapt the shoulders to take the daemon.

Sense8 worldbulding headcanon

What if Angelica’s emotions and thoughts, her fear and her anger and her determination to bring Whispers down, played a part in her birthing that particular cluster. Those 8 were always destined to be a single cluster, of course, but when Angelica was gestating(?) she was reaching out subconsciously, praying for survivors, for fighters, for children that could survive.

And she birthed a cluster where every one of them is a badass.

I get that the show needed the cluster to have multiple fighters to make for exciting actions scenes, but how common would it really be that one cluster had 3 experienced fighters, a hacker, actor, scientist and badass survivor and DJ networker? They do kill a awful lot of mooks in the series.

Angelica birthed a terrifying cluster into the world, one that took down the Cannibal in three years. Other clusters are incredibly grateful but they never totally relax around them.

(Which is how the main cluster like it. Whenever anyone starts to poke into Angelica’s research they like to Visit. Make sure people remember the kill count the last time someone used their mother’s research for the wrong reasons.)

Pantalaimon in His Dark Materials 1.03 “The Spies”

Most of the daemon imagines posted on Tumblr.com are too wholesome. To paraphrase George Carlin, “one of the things I really like to do in my life is complain,” so I’ve come up with some that are more accurate to the Salty Bastard Experience.

Imagine you and your daemon swearing at other drivers together.

Imagine the suffering of everyone else in the car, because there are two of you.

Imagine your daemon watching while you play video games and making fun of you every time you die.

Imagine writing a “strongly worded” email to a coworker, landlord, etc. and your daemon looking over your shoulder and giving you advice on how to make it more subtle, or more polite… or more blatantly passive-aggressive.

Imagine your daemon baring their teeth and snarling at people who try to make small talk on public transportation.

Imagine un-settled daemons intentionally turning into the largest form they can to strategically blockade the entire couch from their siblings.

Imagine your daemon actively encouraging you to turn on the sprinklers when the neighbors’ kids are in your front yard again.

Imagine instead of getting the children of people you hate a recorder or a kazoo as a present, getting them an “educational” picture book about extremely loud animals like the White Bellbird, because their daemons will definitely try out those forms.

“…somewhere we’ll leave the world weighing no more than when we came, and the answer will be the same, your hand in mine, mine in yours, in that clearing where the angels come toward us…”

Some concepts:

Boys who teach their non-witch boyfriends about witchcraft

Boys who aren’t witches but still get excited everytime their witch bf talks about witchcraft

Boys who become witches together and practise everything with each other

Boys buying each other witchcraft supplies and drawing sigils on them

Boys making personal sigils for each other

Witch boys supporting each other’s craft and practising together to grow as individuals

Panserbjørne

Do they have a class system or some type of rankings?

Do they have oral traditions?

Do they have religion?

What kind of laws do they have?

How different are the roles that male and female bears play in their society?

Has there ever been a ruling queen? Or is Svalbard a patrilineal monarchy?

At what age do Panserbjørne make their sky-iron armour?

There's a palace in Svalbard, are there anymore buildings that the bears use for themselves?

It always bugged me in The Logging Adventure book how Cassie freaks out when they all morph ants, and she’s having an anxiety attack on the floor and Rachel has to hold her to try to calm her down, and the whole time Cassie is thinking ‘oh, I can’t believe I’m making Rachel hug me! Rachel hates to give hugs, she must be so uncomfortable!’

Like, Cassie, babe, sugarcheeks. What Rachel are you talking about?

The Rachel who nearly got herself stuck in a cat morph because a girl that she wasn’t even that good of friends with anymore was upset? The Rachel who was like, ‘This girl needs cuddles! I don’t care what it costs!’? That Rachel?

The Rachel who crouched in a construction site with both arms wrapped around her friends to shield and protect them from harm, but also to comfort them? That Rachel? 

The Rachel who in the future stands in the hallway of a busy hospital and hugs her cousin who has just manipulated her into hunting down their ally-turned-enemy because she feels bad for him that he has to do things like that? That Rachel?

Cassie. Sweetie. Toodlebug. I know you were hopped up on ant pheromones, but if you slander Rachel like that again I am going to have to revoke your empath license. Rachel will hug anyone who needs it and she will never feel bad about it.