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Pterocarpus Angolensis is a tree native to South Africa. It’s also commonly known as the bloodwood tree due to the fact that when it’s chopped or damaged, a deep red sap which looks eerily similar to blood, seeps from the tree. In fact, the purpose of the sap is to coagulate and seal the wound to promote healing, much like blood.

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odysseus absolutely does present a threat to penelope if he perceives her as at all unfaithful, and i feel the unfairness of this, and i think people tend to undersell how much tension at least potentially exists between odysseus and penelope. but i'm also like. his reaction, all speculation aside, his actual reaction in the odyssey to her flirting with the suitors is delight, because he immediately ascertains that she is running a con. sorry that they're so in-sync in spite of the forces that try to drive a wedge between them, including their own misgiving hearts. sorry that they invented homophrosyne ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Constantine is breaking up another summoning, and it is...not going well.

They summoned a being from the Infinite Realms.

Said being is trying to break it's containment.

Constantine was hit with what was supposed to be a life-ending spell, only to wake up to the barrier beginning to crack.

He feels weird, he's smaller than he should be (probably deaged fuck), and fuck it all he's scared.

But the noise that comes out of his mouth is not a scream.

It's a chirp.

High and warbling, and the Infinite Realms being, covered in purple fire and black armor, freezes upon hearing it.

"You dare to kidnap one of our young?! The High King will have your heads!" And with that noble declaration, the terrifying spirit retreats back into the Infinite Realms.

The cultists look terrified.

John is still terrified, but also confused.

Basically, with how often John's in contact with death and magic, and how often he damages his soul, with the hit of a lethal spell his own magic sought to protect him by merging his soul with his physical body.

Constantine becomes a halfa.

Due to how little of his soul was left, his ghost form looks six.

Fright Knight sees a genuine baby ghost, not even an hour old, sprawled on the ground and crying for help.

Now John has to figure out what he is, why he's jumping between adult and child forms, what his weird new magic is, and how to stop a war with the Infinite Realms.

On one hand I understand not teaching cursive in school anymore, because it actually is slower than regular handwriting and almost everything is typed on a keyboard now anyways.

On the other hand, so much of our (even recent!) history was written in cursive, and having a whole generation of kids who can't read letters written by their grandparents, momentos saved by their great-grandparents, or even photo albums from theur immediate family seems like a dangerously quick way to detach us from previous generations.

And on the third, related but slightly malformed hand, I feel bad that yet another form of small, everyday art that brings joy in the middle of mundane tasks, which celebrates personality and individual style and self-expression, is about to fade into obscurity because it wasn't efficient enough for today's world to put up with.

Like... if we continue to whittle away the small arts out of every day life, what's going to be left except stark, ruthless pragmatism?

Maybe writing a grocery list is less mundane when you get to feel elegant for a moment. Maybe you're a little more proud of what you write when you see it flow together like a painting

officially diagnosed with bed too cozy disease

Absolutely bonkers that I'm now one of those weirdos you hear about on Twitter

artistic rendition of the absolute horror movie that was the mining segment of Grian's and Mumbo's episode