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November aesthetics: 'Eros' by Ludovico Einaudi, black coffee, chaotic notes from the previous night, constant headaches and fatigue, screams at midnight, dripping candle wax, cold bed, insomnia, reading William Blake's biography.

Alchemical substances

Cadmia, which was also called Tuttia or Tutty, was probably zinc carbonate. Philosophers’ Wool, or nix alba (white snow). Zinc oxide made by burning zinc in air. Called Zinc White and used as a pigment. White vitriol. Zinc Sulphate. Described by Basil Valentine. Made by lixiviating roasted zinc blende (zinc sulphide). Calamine. Zinc carbonate. Corrosive sublimate. Mercuric chloride. first mentioned by Geber, who prepared it  by subliming mercury, calcined green vitriol, common salt and nitre. Calomel. Mercurous chloride. Purgative, made by subliming a mixture of mercuric chloride and metallic mercury, triturated in a mortar. This was heated in a iron pot and the crust of calomel formed on the lid was ground to powder and boiled with water to remove the very poisonous mercuric chloride. Cinnabar. Mercuric sulphide. Turpeth mineral. A hydrolysed form of mercuric sulphate. Yellow crystalline powder, described by Basil Valentine. Mercurius praecipitatus. Red mercuric oxide. Described by Geber. Cinnabar or Vermillion. Mercuric sulphide. Mosaic gold. Golden-yellow glistening scales of crystalline stannic sulphide, made by heating a mixture of tin filings, sulphur and salammoniac. Tin salt. Hydrated stannous chloride. Spiritus fumans. Stannic chloride, discovered by Libavius in 1605, through distilling tin with corrosive sublimate. Butter of tin. Hydrated stannic chloride. Galena. Plumbic sulphide. Chief ore of lead. Lead fume. Lead oxide obtained from the flues at lead smelters. Massicot. Yellow powder form of lead monoxide. Litharge. Reddish-yellow crystalline form of lead monoxide, formed by fusing and powdering massicot. Minium or Red Lead. Triplumbic tetroxide. Formed by roasting litharge in air. Scarlet crystalline powder. Naples yellow, or Cassel yellow. An oxychloride of lead, made by heating litharge with sal ammoniac. Chrome yellow. Lead chromate. Sugar of Lead. Lead acetate, Made by dissolving lead oxide in vinegar. White lead. Basic carbonate of lead. Used as a pigment. Venetian White. Mixture of equal parts of white lead and barium sulphate. Dutch White. Mixture of one part of white lead to three of barium sulphate. Antimony. From latin ‘antimonium’ used by Constantinius Africanus (c. 1050) to refer to Stibnite. Glass of Antimony. Impure antimony tetroxide, obtained by roasting stibnite. Used as a yellow pigment for glass and porcelain. Butter of Antimony. White crystalline antimony trichloride. Made by Basil Valentine by distilling roasted stibnite with corrosive sublimate. Glauber later prepared it by dissolving stibnite in hot concentrated hydrochloric acid and distilling. Powder of Algaroth. A white powder of antimonious oxychloride, made by by precipitation when a solution of butter of antimony in spirit of salt is poured into water. Stibnite. Antimony trisulphide. Grey mineral ore of antimony. Wismuth. Bismuth. Pearl white. Basic nitrate of bismuth, used by Lemery as a cosmetic. Chrome green.  Chromic oxide. Chrome yellow. Lead chromate. Chrome red. Basic lead chromate. Chrome orange. Mixture of chrome yellow and chrome red. Green Vitriol. Ferrous sulphate. Rouge, Crocus, Colcothar. Red varieties of ferric oxide are formed by burning green vitriol in air. Marcasite. Mineral form of Iron disulphide. Oxidises in moist air to green vitriol. Pyrites. Mineral form of iron disulphide. Stable in air. Cobalt. Named by the copper miners of the Hartz Mountains after the evil spirits the 'kobolds’ which gave a false copper ore. Zaffre. Impure cobalt arsenate, left after roasting cobalt ore. Nickel. Named by the copper miners of Westphalia the 'kupfer-nickel’ or false copper. Copper glance. Cuprous sulphide ore. Aes cyprium. Cyprian brass or copper. Cuprite. Red cuprous oxide ore. Blue vitriol or bluestone. Cupric sulphate. Verdigris. The green substance formed by the atmospheric weathering of copper. This is a complex basic carbonate of copper. In more recent times the term 'verdigris’ is more correctly applied to copper acetate, made by the action of vinegar on copper. Resin of copper. Cuprous chloride. Made by Robert Boyle in 1664 by heating copper with corrosive sublimate. Lunar caustic, lapis infernalis. Silver nitrate. Fulminating silver. Silver nitride, very explosive when dry. Made by dissolving silver oxide in ammonia. Horn silver, argentum cornu. A glass like ore of silver chloride. Luna cornea. The soft colourless tough mass of silver chloride, made by heating horn silver till it forms a dark yellow liquid and then cooling. Described by Oswald Croll in 1608. Purple of Cassius. Made  by Andreas Cassius in 1685 by precipitating a mixture of gold, stannous and stannic chlorides, with alkali. Used for colouring glass. Fulminating gold. Made by adding ammonia to the auric hydroxide formed by precipitation by potash from metallic gold dissolved in aqua regis. Highly explosive when dry. Quicklime. Calcium oxide. Slaked lime. Calcium hydroxide. Chalk. Calcium carbonate. Gypsum. Calcium sulphate. Natron. Native sodium carbonate. Soda ash. Sodium carbonate formed by burning plants growing on the sea shore. Caustic marine alkali. Caustic soda. Sodium hydroxide. Made by adding lime to natron. Common salt. Sodium chloride. Glauber’s Salt. Sodium sulphate. Wood-ash or potash. Potassium carbonate made from the ashes of burnt wood. Caustic wood alkali. Caustic potash. Potassium hydroxide. Made by adding lime to potash. Liver of sulphur. Complex of polysulphides of potassium, made by fusing potash and sulphur. Sal Ammoniac. Ammonium Chloride. Described by Geber. Sal volatile, Spirit of Hartshorn. Volatile alkali. Ammonium carbonate made from distilling bones, horns, etc. Caustic volatile alkali. Ammonium hydroxide. Nitrum flammans. Ammonium nitrate made by Glauber. Brimstone (from German Brennstein 'burning stone’). Sulphur. Flowers of sulphur. light yellow crystalline powder, made by  distilling sulphur. Thion hudor (Zosimus refers to this as the 'divine water’ or 'the bile of the serpent’). A deep reddish-yellow liquid made by boiling flowers of sulphur with slaked lime. Milk of sulphur (lac sulphuris). White colloidal sulphur.  Geber made this by adding an acid to thion hudor. Oil of Vitriol. Sulphuric acid made by distilling green vitriol. Realgar. red ore of arsenic. Arsenic disulphide. Orpiment. Auri-pigmentum. Yellow ore of arsenic. Arsenic trisulphide. White arsenic. Arsenious oxide. Made from arsenical soot from the roasting ovens, purified by sublimation. Aqua tofani. Arsenious oxide. Extremely poisonous. Used by Paracelsus. King’s Yellow. A mixture of orpiment with white arsenic.

SOUTHERN RIGHT WHALE CALVES ARE LITTLE MILK THIEVES

Drone footages made during the nursing season, off Encounter Bay, South Australia have revealed an unknown behaviour in southern right whales (Eubalaena australis), with some calves involved in direct and intentional movement to steal milk from other lactating mothers, with the intention to drink some delicious extra milk.

This phenomenon called allosuckling has potential benefits for the calf as it may gain extra milk to help it grow in size and strength, but it may be disadvantageous to the non-biological mother as she needs to provide milk to her own offspring. According to lead researcher of the study, whales have a capital breeding strategy, where during the nursing season the mother does not feed and is not able to replenish her lost energy reserves.

Allosuckling, the suckling of milk from a non-biological mother, occurs in some species of mammals, whoever, this is the first time is reported in baleen whale calves.

Gif description: A calf performing allosuckling, and the non-biological mother showing an evasive reaction, Sprogis & Christiansen, 2024.

reference (Open Access): Sprogis & Christiansen, 2024. Allosuckling in southern right whale calves. Mamm Biol

Not to be gay on main.... But all I want is to live in a small medieval town. I'm the town baker. My bakery is my home and I'm always wearing an apron and covered in flour.

Nextdoor is a forge, and I am very close with the blacksmith that works there. Every morning I bring him a freshly baked loaf of bread. As I hand it to him our hands touch briefly. His hands are rough, yet they're so careful and gentle with everything he touches. I secretly want him to be that gentle with me.

One day, he walks into my bakery, he's still sweaty from the intense heat of the forge. In his hands is a small dagger in it's sheath. He hands it to me and tells me it's to protect myself if needed.

I take the dagger out of it's sheath. It's beautifully made. There are intricate designs engraved into the metal. It's so much more complicated than anything else yeah blacksmith has ever made. It must've been so time consuming to make.

I look up at him and with just one look I understand why he's giving it to me. With one look we both understand that we love each other. He leans in and kisses me. It's so soft and sweet, and gentle.

He comes by every day to get a loaf of bread and kiss me. We keep our relationship a secret. And everyone wonders why neither of us have found wives. But we know exactly why. And we're completely content with being secret lovers.

Is that really too much to ask?

Love at first s(word f)ight. With Gawain? Feel like that could be some hot shit. Thx babes! xx

A/N: All I know about Knight Tournaments comes from “A Knight's Tale” starring Heath Leger (RIP King). Work with me here. Masterlist // buy me a coffee 🥰// Word count: 1,241

You had expected your father to say “no,” to the tournament. You had some sense of logic, but it was still a great annoyance. You were the third daughter of your family, and your brother was already poised to take control as the new lord of your small pocket of land.

Your father had no reason to say no, but he did anyway.

The man had trained you to fight, as your older brother was weakened with a health condition no one in your family would talk about. Someone had to keep the family techniques alive, but at the same time, you were never to use it unless your life was in mortal danger.

Fuck that.

So you signed up under your brother’s name, tied your hair back, got your gear, and left.

It was easy until round four, everything else seemed so far away now.

You weren’t entirely sure what the fuck was happening. The crowd was going insane, and your opponent knew every move you would make before you did. You were smart, strong, and for the most part, organized. And this knight was your perfect match.

Gawain was thinking the exact same, only he was a little more annoyed as this was supposed to be fun.

After his first quest, he’d come back somber and withdrawn. After urging from his mother, he’d agreed to “do something for himself”, so he’d chosen a local tournament.

Normally, due to his status as the King’s nephew, he’d simply compete for two rounds, and drop out due to “injury”, as to not draw sway any judges looking for his favor, or draw any particular ire from any opponent in the ring.

This time, he’d chosen to enter a tournament under a fake name. Not the best idea for a man of his standing, or the most original, but it was supposed to be easy. He needed it easy after confronting the Green Knight. He deserved it

Up until round four had been easy. and then there was you.

As your father had told you, “tall, burly men only know how to fight their own.” He’d been right, but your opponent was tall, he was clearly more lean, agile than the rest you’d defeated. You were smaller than your other opponents and used your speed to your advantage. It looked as if you weren’t getting away with it this time.

Every move he made was predictable, because you were going to do the same. If you had been in the mood to ponder such things, you’d have known at that moment he was a royal. The fighting style was too refined and smooth as opposed to your previous adversaries who had been taught to strike as hard as they could.

Watching the two of you fight was a savage and brilliant thing, but it’s not as if any of the peasants who frequented such events knew such words.

But both you and Gawain did, and that’s what mattered. It was a part of this even-matched fight, and a reason that you were both nearing your wits end with the other.

It’s in small moments like these, where one really finds out what kind of person they are. You knew it, Gawain knew it, and you certainly were going to act accordingly.

Gawain didn’t. He knew it was a cheap shot, but he did it anyway.

His fist connected with the jaw of your helmet with an alarming force, sending you down to your knees.

In the moment, you were absolutely livid. Your helmet had been struck with such a force that it was sent halfway across the ring, leaving you totally exposed.

You gasped, attempting to right yourself, as you felt the cold metal of the blade tilt your chin up.

Gawain sharply inhaled when taking you in.

Your hair had been tied back, but the force of the blow had left it in the dirt, leaving your soft hair to scatter across your face.

Gawain was sure he was going to die.

Clear, beautiful eyes. An elegant nose, and he could hardly bring himself to look at your mouth as he was still your opponent, even if his mind was racing at the sight of your face.

But a dull thud of reality set in across the inside of his skull, as it usually did.

A woman. He’d just punched a woman.

The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Gawain’s mind snapped back from trying to memorize your features as he realized his sword had wandered down to your newly-exposed throat. He barely hid a shiver as you cleared your throat and spat a bloody clump onto the dirt between his feet.

He was supposed to be here.

He’d just met his future queen.

“Do you yield?” Gawain asked, voice feeling hoarse and far away. He’ll blame the fact you were a vicious and smart opponent, and not the fact that seeing your eyes sent a lightning bolt straight to his heart.

A woman. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Of course you looked as if you could snap him in half at that moment, but that was hardly new for Gawain.

You huffed, breath sending some strands of hair out of your eyes.

“No.” You used your gauntlet to knock his sword away and swiftly got up from your knees, striking your opponent square in the jaw of his helmet. The helmet didn’t come off, not that you were surprised at that, you didn’t use your usual amount of force. You’d later ask yourself why, but the answer would reveal itself in time.

Gawain wasn’t sure what had happened until he hit the ground.

It was love. It had to be love.

Whatever he’d been through with the Bertilaks had been lust, but whatever this was more. It had to be more, or his mind had truly not come back from his quest in one piece.

As Gawain fell, the screaming crowd faded into the back of his brain, as he tried his best to make a plan. It was a tough feat to accomplish with all of the blood rushing to one’s ears, but he’d win you over.

You didn’t know his face, but he’d win you over. He had to. Deep in his bones, he had to.

And Gawain goes down hard, in more ways than one, ears ringing in his helmet as the weight of his armor took him down. The referee rings their bell and the match is over, you're on to the next round tomorrow. Four rounds in two days was a lot, but you wanted this. You deserved this.

As you put your helmet back over your head, you felt your body begin to shake. The adrenaline started to take its toll as your mind started to race. Good. The fight was over, you could think at a reasonable pace.

Why did he do that for you?

Did he even mean to?

He left himself open and he stared at you. Two big, dark eyes staring at you like you were the moon or … something beautiful.

It wasn't as if you could find this ‘Sir Kay’ and ask, but you can feel the same gaze following you as you hustle away to your tent to change.

Benjamin Alire Saenz, The Inexplicable Logic of My Life

Gore Verbinski, The Ring, 2002 VS Pere Borrell del Caso, Escaping Criticism, 1874

i am 10000% the target audience for this movie