congratulations to Minerva McGonagall on her pending retirement today, who is going to look down at her list of first years and see “James Sirius Potter” and just call it a fucking day
aka “A attempt at resolving/achieving something with less effort than is required for success, & a high probability of it proving merely futile & faintly unpleasant’
I can support this as a turn of phrase.
Added to Leonard McCoy’s list of quaint metaphors to be used in stressful situations.
if an expression I came up with was used by Leonard McCoy in a fic, I would feel so proud
Alright, look, all the remus is half French/Italian/Spanish/etc. Headcanons are cute and all, but guys, GUYS!
-he’s canonically half Welsh already! WELSH!
I honestly feel like this isn’t appreciated nearly enough.
*dreams of a Remus with the cutest twang of a welsh accent*
- Imagine Hope teaching him the language on the days of the moon so his little mind will be busily occupied while her hands shake unseen in her lap with fear and sympathy for her little boy.
-imagine Remus being startled into swearing in Welsh the first time he is pranked by his new dorm-mates.
-imagine their faces splitting into delighted grins and the following hours of swapping increasingly outlandish swears (Sirius knows some wild ones in French himself).
-imagine Remus studying Welsh magic, knowing that it’s supposed to be very potent.
something that stood out to me rereading prisoner of azkaban this time was how remus is also 100% ready to kill a bitch once he learns what has really happened
he’s so often characterized as a huge softie and/or the morality pet in fic but at the end of POA he’s even more ice cold about this revenge murder plot than sirius; lol he literally just rolls up his sleeves and is like “well peter, time for you to die”
This. It’s worth noting that Remus is strongly implied to have a huge problem with the Dementor’s Kiss - he asks Harry if he thinks that anybody really deserves it, even believing at this point that Sirius killed the Potters. Remus is not a fan of inhumane punishments or unnecessary cruelty, but he clearly believes quite firmly in the necessity of taking a life at times, especially when it’s a case of either self-defense or justice.
I also think that Remus was even madder at Peter then he ever was at Sirius, because Sirius had actually endured a consequence to his betrayal and Peter had not - in fact, he’d successfully passed off both the blame and the consequence onto Sirius.
There’s something about Sense8 that you will only notice
if you are actually familiar with all/most of the original languages
that should be used and that’s the way the narrative is written is
completely based in the original language. I have seen a couple of post
about how Lito or Sun’s dialogues were weird or too artificial and
that’s because it’s a direct translation of their natural speech.
It’s
probably less strong in Lito because he lives in a world of Soap
Operas, he lives and breath dramatic characters so his character is
overdramatic and fake (something he totally owns and accepts) but when
you listen to Sun, especially pre-jail Sun, you can see that her English
is a direct translation of her Korean. The way the sentences are
constructed, the emphasis and tone… she is not a Korean woman living an
American life, she is a Korean woman living a Korean life in Seoul with
the not-so-uncommon problems in the Korean chaebol sector. If you know a
lil bit of Korean you are able to translate every single one of her
sentences to Korean and they look authentic, the same way Lito’s
sentences half the time would work way better in Spanish that they do in
English.
(Edit:several rebloggers have
confirmed that, indeed, Wolfgang also talks a translated German, which
only confirms the theory. All of this also explains the fact that every
single actor comes with their original accent, they don’t try to mimic
American/British accent but they have kept the accent they would have if
they were talking in their original language and we were only listening
to their English because we are connected with the Sensates. Sense8
tries to turn the viewer into another Sensate, in some sort of Jonas. I would very much appreciate if someone can shed some light about the Swahili and the Hindi, though)
(Edit2: Thanks to r-ed
we have confirmation that Kala’s English is also a translation from the
original Hindi. As it happens with Korean, and probably Swahili too,
these languages’ structure are pretty different from English, while
German and Spanish have more similarities structure-wise) so the
translation has been enriched to be understandable, but the basis of the
Hindi language as well the accent has been respected. As I commented on
an earlier post, the writers have understood that language/accent is
part of the characters, but adapting their language to English they
would have erased this side of them that is as important as their
cultural inheritance, so it’s important that they only translated the
language into a more understandable language, considering they interact
with each other in a mental wave length, making it possible for each one
to understand the other without the need to use the
same physical language).
Michael, Lana and Andy have done an
amazing research work and even though I’d be forever happy to see them
talk more in their own languages I am so satisfied with the way the have
handled the language issue.
i really like the advice “write marginalized characters but don’t write about marginalization unless you experience it”
absolutely i think cis people should expand their horizons and write trans characters, but they shouldn’t write stories about being trans. likewise i think allistic / NT authors should write about autistic characters! but not stories about being autistic.
represent us. absolutely. but don’t tell our stories. let us do that.
Trying to prove a point to someone who says “it’s just a phase, your mind is made up after high school”
Bisexuality isn’t a legimate sexuality though, it was invented by the CIA in the late 1980s in order to distract the general public from the wizard uprising.
so I’ve always sort of liked the idea that within the communion of saints there the Heavy Hitters, the Career Saints who are invoked widely and in situations of grave need—I’m talking your Catherines and Francises and Theresas, the Twelve Disciples and Michael; the Big Time Major League saints who intercede on behalf of so many, and so are always in conversation with the divine, case managers for the sick and dying and hurting and faithful of the world.
but that also means that there’s a bunch of saints hanging around who are just—minor holy women, lesser martyrs, incidental virgins, doctors of the church who never managed to find a publisher. They’re not prayed to very often, and rarely called on to manage the difficult cases; they have a lot of free time.
so what do you do, if you’re a saint with some free time on your hands? You answer all the not-quite-prayers, the “jesus, don’t turn red don’t turn red’ muttered by cab drivers and the “christ, can you just try it to see this from my point of view?” spat out by a furious girlfriend and all the “oh god please let me make this meeting in time” “please don’t let me fail” “I’m so tired I hope I can get home”
or maybe I just like the idea that every time you mutter “god, let me be okay” there’s some girl killed in 9th century for refusing to marry who falls into step beside you—and though no book or chronicle or living person remembers her name, she squints up at you and says with holy authority, “yeah, you’re going to be fine.”
Sometimes I really don’t feel like existing like not in a suicidal way but I just wish there was a way of pausing life so that I could sleep for a few weeks and figure some stuff out and then not have to feel guilty for missing loads of stuff because really no time had passed at all
This happened a few years ago and I was living in Zimbabwe at the time, and I was having a pretty bad day, I was going to see my auntie who lived about 400km away from me. If youre african you’ll understnad that this was no small journey. So I got in my car and set off and about 3 hours into the journey i came across a Dude by the side of the road who was going in the same direction, so out of the goodness of my heart i said jump in. we go to talking and he happened to be going to exact same village as me and he knew my auntie!.
Half an hour passes and we’re making polite chit chat and reminiscing about old times in zimbabwe, when all of a sudden he tell me to pull over, so I do. he runs out of the car and starts making wretching noises, so i assume he’s throwing up, its dark at this point so i cant really see much, so i go check on him ( first mistake). I get out and go to his side expecting him to be there but he’s not…..Then I here someone behind and me and before i know it im unconcious! so I wake up a couple hours later( iknow this becuase the sun was coming up at this point) without my car, clothes or wallet. so im thinking great. i look around and see im on some farmland wearing the giys clothes. SO i start walking in no particular direction and eventually come across a settlement.
I explain to them my situation and they tell me that the nearest main road is at least a good half a days walk from where I am and they dont get many cars coming through this part but they heard one last night ( which might be our thief). I start walking in the direction they point me in and after what felt like forever i come acroos a road, so I pitch up and start waiting, ( now i know most of you are thinking why not call someone, i had no phone with me and I dont have the best memory so I didnt know any numbers that would come in handy). after a couple of hours a car stops and lets me hitch I let him know the situaion and he says we’re in the complete opposite direction of my intended destination but he’s willing to drop me close enough to walk the rest of the way to which I thought great!
its takes a good two days to get there and he drops me off and i say my goodbyes to my driver, I take down his number so i can repay him later on. At this point im starting to recoginise my surroundings, I walk for a few miles and as im getting closer to my aunties i can here a lots of singing and what appears to be a large crowd which i though was strange. Im about 100 feet from the house and i see my Son which again i thought was strange because he was meant to be in school at this time, but instead of running to me and hugging me as he normally does…he runs away screaming to my complete bewilderment. I get to the the gate and all of a sudden the large crowd alerted by my sons scream has stopped singing and is stood silent. my wife appears and starts to run towards me hugging and kissing me like Ive been gone for months. My auntie appears and immediately faints when she sees me.
I still have no clue whats going on at this point and im exhausted, so we rush to get my auntie inside and I see my picture ontop of a large box that resembles a coffin sitting in the living room….
So it turns out that the guy who robbed me and made off with my car my wallet and all my clothes was in a car crash so bad that they couldnt identify the body and because the only things they could use to identify him was my wallet, they assumed it was me that had died in the crash. since there was no body of sorts they could arrange the funeral preety quickly and that is what I had stumbled upon. My son still has nightmares to this day and and my wife has told me never to pick up a hitch hiker ever again.
TL;DR Got carjacked, robber died and family thought it was me, they arrange my funeral and I somehow manage to stumble upon my own funeral.
I am a autistic survival sex worker and I am currently in a very bad situation. I was outed and assaulted by my dad so I ran away from home. I am living with a man who makes me service him twice a day. Today his mom is coming over to kick me out. There is a storm outside and I have no money and nowhere else to go because I have no friends. I am really scared and don’t know what to do.
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let’s call this post A BIOLOGIST’S 1 AM ISSUES WITH THE BASILISK IN THE MOVIE VERSION OF THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS (BY POPULAR REQUEST)
and let’s be clear most of the time i dabble in mammals and not herps so i’m expecting a herpetologist to whisk this post away when i’m done and get in on the real schooling
now let’s be clear there are some major differences between movie basilisk and book basilisk. by perusing my copy of chamber of secrets i can give you the major points of the description:
very large (“thick as an oak trunk,” with a mouth wide enough to swallow Harry, a 12 year old gryffindor child, whole)
“bright, poisonous green”
“bulbous yellow eyes”
“fangs long and thin as sabres”
fuck i love rowling’s descriptions OKAY
and you know what, it’s pretty ok. aside from the size (i’ll discuss this in just a minute) it really works. with the bright green coloration, I always imagined it looking like a green mamba or a boomslang, two types of highly venomous snakes. (yes, a boomslang IS a real thing that JKR did not make up as a polyjuice potion ingredient!)
Above: a gorgeous boomslang. Tell me that fucker wouldn’t look awesome huge and CGI.
“You just sit behind a desk with a headset, how stressful can your job really be?”
How stressed would you be if this was your daily shift?
A child calls 911. “My mommy and daddy are melting. They won’t wake up.” [Child’s parents have been murdered and are covered in their own blood, child is 4 and doesn’t know their location.]
A man, middle-aged: He tells you that he has a gun and he’s going to shoot himself. You hear his wife in the background and his kids are crying. You hear his wife ask “What are you doing!? NO!” and the sound of a gunshot. You hear the gunshot again. The kids have stopped crying. The man is heard, and hangs up. [Family murder and suicide.]
A woman in hysterics: Her vehicle became stranded on the road. A man offered to help her, and instead abducted one of her small children. The woman won’t calm down to give you pertinent information and becomes suicidal.
A man calls, young adult: You can hear scuffling and nothing else at first, and then the sounds of pain. The caller manages to tell you he’s been shot. You hear someone else in the room, and you stay on the phone while trying to get information from the caller and listen to his death rattles as he dies on the line. [Caller was shot by an intruder.]
A woman calls, elderly: There is an intruder on her property. She sounds calm, a little confused as to why he’s there. She doesn’t seem to know where she is. Suddenly she is heard screaming bloody murder, over and over, as he kills her on the line.Link to Call:(Very graphic, you hear her die.)
And then the plethora of calls like assaults, DUI, medical (where yes, sometimes they die as you walk them through what to do until EMS gets there. It’s very easy to feel responsible for things you have no control of) angry complaints about burger king making their burger wrong, suicides…the list goes on and on. And these can sometimes be daily occurrences depending on where you work.
Dispatchers are also prone to PTSD due to exposure to listening to people dying from violence, health problems, accidents, auto accidents, and other things the 911 dispatcher must respond to on a sometimes daily basis.
And, most importantly, dispatchers carry on their shoulders their officer’s safety. Knowing where they are, where they are going, if there is danger where they’re going, getting them the help they need immediately, and sometimes even listening to an officer be killed over the radio.
It is a harsh job and not meant for everyone, and nobody should ever say you are just “Sitting behind a desk with a headset on.”
These people should be lauded as heroes. If rather be a cop than a 911 dispatcher. Hearing this happen in real time and being powerless to stop it. That would break me in a second. Just thinking of that makes me want to cry.
this is mean and terrible but it exhausts me to be around people who haven’t finished going through their pretentious asshole phase like okay holden caulfield i know we’re all helplessly suckling at the teat of modern media but can you shut up and play some goddamn mario kart for like five minutes
Lol…the fact that people are getting seriously upset and offended by Banksy’s Dismaland makes me feel like I must live in an art “bubble”… like people think this a real amusement park? What. Its not an ~*edgy*~ version of Disneyland, its an installation meant to provoke an audience.. Its supposed to be creepy and confusing. Also he’s always made over the top, in your face art…almost always focused on politics and consumerism.
Tl;dr Seeing non-artists react to art makes me laugh sometimes
I’ve seen people commenting on and critiquing it from an art perspective, so we run in different circles maybe?
like, I can give you the five hundred words about why every time i see something of Banksy’s i want to bang my head on something hard.
I feel like it’s very hard to describe anything Banksy has ever done without using the word sheeple sincerely, which is why he irritates me as an artist. He’s the guy in your freshmen college art class who does a - shit, I don’t know, a painting of a mcdonald’s as a church with ronald mcdonald hanging out little cups of pepsi for communion for his first project, y’know?
and then the professor says hm i think this is a solid idea but have you considered expanding it maybe? because they’re too polite to say oh gooooooooooooood
and the freshman art dude says no no, you don’t get it, see, the mcdonald’s is a church. because today, in america, people idolize fast food and convenience over god or morality, not that i believe in any sky fairies myself, let me tell you about the flying spaghetti monster
and everyone in the entire class is silently screaming shut UP JOSH
and the next project he does is a painting of the statue of liberty, but fat, or wearing low rise jeans instead of robes? and the psychic energy of twenty-eight full grown adults thinking shut up shut up shut up can’t even touch him, he’s going to spend all semester doing this and oh god what if you ever get assigned to give feedback on his work, what are you going to say? if you express any criticism whatsoever he will assume you don’t “get it” and explain it to you for about a hundred days and you will have to stab yourself with a paintbrush to escape
fuck. where was I? anyways. banksy is the spirit of That Art Dude, and dismaland is the spirit ofThe Semester You Got Stuck in that Art Class with the Art Dude.
EDITED TO ADD:
i wrote all that, and then I googled images of banksy’s art just to reassure myself that I wasn’t being too harsh, and immediately found his piece on the Mona Lisa holding a rocket launcher.
like. the problem is not that BANKSY is too INTELLECTUAL and his pieces are too COMPLICATED for pleb minds, okay? it’s the mona fucking lisa with a gun, EVERYONE GETS IT.
i just want russo brothers to not to give a fuck about anything joss whedon wrote. natasha and bruce? make that theory about nat flirting with bruce to only to get into his head real. tony not feeling anything about losing jarvis? put some fucking flashbacks. or make the audience feel lack of jarvis, make tony call for jarvis accidently for a few times. make tony use that puppy eyes. steve, not looking for bucky or not even mentioning him once? flashbacks again, please. i don’t know if i can find an alternative for clint having a family or pietro being fucking dead, but i’m sure russos can. i just want to smell that “fuck whedon” attitude in the whole movie. thank you.
those little things on ur nose aren’t blackheads, don’t try and get rid of them they’re sebaceous filaments and they’re permanent and literally everyone has them
every girl has that little pouch of fat on her lower tummy, despite what magazines try n show u, you have important organs there that need to be protected don’t try and get rid of ur pouch
ur body is smarter than u think and it knows what to do when u eat more than normal. one bad day, or even week, of eating poorly isn’t gonna ruin anything at all I pinky promise
if u think u look good up until u try taking a selfie, it’s not ur fault - our faces are asymmetrical and when u see ur face flipped it will look unnatural to u, since u don’t see it that way when u look in the mirror. to everyone else it looks perfectly fine
no one’s stomach looks the same at 8pm as it does at 8am. no one has a chiseled six pack after a day of eating, not even the super fit people u see on tumblr, because ur stomach naturally expands after eating and expecting to have a flat tummy before bed is very unrealistic
no one notices if the bags under ur eyes are bad today. no one pays attention to the bump in ur nose or the zit on ur chin or the piece of hair that u missed when u were straightening. literally no one notices these things except you so stop worrying about it ur gonna be fine
Y'all do realize that Hitler had similar views about Jewish people that Trump has about Latinxs. Back then nobody thought Hitler would win and somehow he did and then fast forward to all the shit that went down. Y'all need to stop playing and start paying attention to Trump- he’s not kidding.
I’ve actually studied a lot about Hitler and the general formula that goes into the making of a genocide. Someone on my Facebook today said “Trump is just trying to define what it means to be an American” and it sent chills through me. Hitler was just trying to define what it meant to be German. And Turkey in the early 1900s was trying to define what it meant to be Turkish. Which was a large part of the Armenian genocide. Intense nationalism that leads to hatred is fucking scary, and this man is definitely a threat. I’m sure people don’t believe that Trump could order the same things to happen as Hitler did, but here’s the thing: there are two different schools of thought about the Holocaust. And that is that it was premeditated and the other is that it just built up. It was either his plan all along or the atrocities developed with time. Hitler didn’t begin his career with “burn the Jews” he began it with “re-empower Germany and deport the weaker non-Germans who are a threat to us.”
sometimes you say or do bad things while you’re in an awful mental place. sometimes you say things that are rude or uncalled for or manipulative. and i’m not going to hold that against you. mental illness is hard, and no one is perfect. but once you’re through that episode, you need to take steps to make amends. you need to apologize.
“i couldn’t help it, i was having a bad episode” is a justification, not an apology.
“i’m so fucking sorry, i fucked up, i don’t deserve to live, i should stop talking to anyone ever, i should die” is a second breakdown and a guilt trip. it is not an apology.
when you apologize, the focus should be on the person you hurt. “i’m sorry. i did something that was hurtful to you. even if i was having a rough time, you didn’t deserve to hear that,” is a better apology. if it was a small thing, you can leave it at that.
if you caused significant distress to the other person, this is a good time to talk about how you can minimize damage in the future. and again, even if it is tempting to say you should self-isolate and/or die, that is not a helpful suggestion. it will result in the person you’re talking to trying to talk you out of doing that, which makes your guilt the focus of the conversation instead of their hurt.
you deserve friendship, and you deserve support. but a supportive friend is not an emotional punching bag, and mental illness does not absolve you of responsibility for your actions. what you say during a mental breakdown doesn’t define you. how you deal with the aftermath though, says a lot.
This is the most carefully-nuanced discussion of this I think I have ever seen. Thank you for writing this.
If I follow you, yes, I care about your garden, what your cat did today, the jewelry you made, that one friend who said the thing, i like your sense of humor, and also your selfies.
