In the spring of 1943 in Germany, my grandfather, who had been separated from his company and had lost his dogtags (therefore was fundamentally alone and terrified he would be shot on sight) had finally had enough.
And punched a Nazi off his motorcycle.
To have heard my grandpa tell it, “I just suckerpunched that man right off his bike and took off down that road screaming, “What the hell! What the hell!” and I don’t even remember how fast I was going.”
i always laugh whenever we have to centrifuge bacteria because imagine you’re just chilling in some broth with your buds and then someone comes along and puts you in a tube and spins you at fucking 14,000 rpm
a cute girl casually came out to me the other day and I handled it so gracelessly that I might as well have just stuck my entire foot in my mouth instead
anyway we’re dating now and the first time she kissed me I said “thanks for that, I appreciate it” because I have no idea how to function
I proposed to her twice (with & without a ring, the first time it was without a ring because I was worried she was gonna propose first) and she cried both times
concept: a retelling of hamlet with the frame story that it’s a tabletop rpg being played by a bunch of overzealous college kids and an increasingly frazzled dm trying to keep them all from rushing headlong into situations and dying immediately. horatio is the dm’s vaguely self-insert npc character. thanks
“AND THEN HE GETS KIDNAPPED BY PIRATES”
“um…dude…you can’t just–”
“PIRATES”
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are played by the same player, who keeps forgetting that he’s running two separate characters.
“The ghost awaits a response”
“Horatio, you went to college, you talk to it.”
—–
“You find the skull of the old court jester.”
“I’m going to talk to it until someone stops me.”
“Horatio, you went to college, you stop him.”
—–
“I stab the curtain!”
“Polonius, roll for fortitude.”
——
“I search for a nunnery in the moat”
*sigh* “Seaweed wraps around your leg. Roll for dexterity escape”
—–
“We all drink to Hamlet’s victory.”
“Everyone roll for fortitude.”
*groans amid the sound of rolling dice*
—–
“Sorry I’m late, everyone. Can my Prince of Finland character just show up?”
Let your vagina breathe - don’t wear underwear to bed unless you’re on your period.
Change your pad/tampon/etc at least twice a day.
Don’t wash up inside your vagina (aka douching) it will tip the pH balance in your vagina and you will end up with an infection, you can wash around your thighs/pubic area but that’s it, same applies with perfumes and other body cosmetics.
Use coconut oil its good for so many things!!
Use body butters after getting out of the shower.
Use tea-tree oil for pimples.
Use sunscreen!!!
For people with oily skin - use blotting paper around your eyes and in your T - zone.
Don’t squeeze/pick at pimples - the bacteria on your hands will only make them worse and will create more redness.
Always use moisturiser before applying makeup
When washing your vagina, lift up the clitoral hood and softly rub your finger along the hood to wipe away dead skin cells. If you end up masturbating, fuck it.
Hair:
Wash your hair every 2-3 days. Don’t wash every day because it will make your head dry, try dry shampoos instead.
Use conditioning treatments weekly in the summer to prevent your hair from losing it’s colour.
Brush your curls with your fingers to create a more tousled look.
Before blow drying your hair use volumizing spray or gel on your roots for more definition in your hair.
Use shampoos that are sulfate free as sulfates dry and damage your hair quicker.
If your hair is greasy avoid conditioning the roots, just the ends.
Trim your hair every 6-8 weeks so you have healthy hair and no damaged ends.
Use avacado oil on your hair in the winter to stop your hair from drying out.
Dry shampoo is also very good for volumizing your hair.
The best way to get rid of ingrown hair is to exfoliate.
Avoid dry shaving your pubes, this will cause redness and spots which are easily treated with hydrocortisone cream or aloe vera.
If you are to shave, use conditioner instead of shaving cream - you will get a smoother result - that goes for anywhere you shave.
If you have a big ole mess in your pants try trimming your bush before you shave/wax it.
Waxing HURTS so if you’re dealing with the burns then place a cold towel in the sore area and leave it for about 15 minutes and then apply aloe.
If you experience chest/breast hair the best thing to do is pluck the hairs, it’s painful but rewarding.
Makeup:
Clean your makeup brushes, regularly along with any other makeup appliances (beauty blenders, makeup pads) in a mix of warm water and a little bit of soap.
Use a blotting tissue and then add a small amout of cream concealer onto your eye makeup to prevent smudging.
Matte lipstick goes best with a shimmer eye makeup.
Wearing white eyeliner counteracts the redness in your eyes.
To make your cheekbones appear higher, use bronzer under the cheekbone and highlighter on the actual cheekbone.
In summer if you want to avoid caking yourself with foundation - use tinted moisturiser or BB cream instead.
Always wash your makeup off before going to bed, don’t leave it on.
Always make sure you blend your foundation so your neck isn’t a different colour to your face.
Clean your makeup bag out every once in a while and get rid of any products you don’t use - its cleaner, tidier and more hygienic.
Always make sure you have tape and q-tips handy. Tape is great for a perfect winged eyeliner and q-tips are great for cleaning and tidying up those hard to reach areas.
Concealer works great for a base for your eye makeup as the makeup will stick to it.
Using highlighter and illuminators on your cheekbones, browbone and cupid’s bow for a “dewy look”.
When using cream products like eyeshadow or blush - use translucent powder to set it in place.
Kat Von-D lipstick is blow job proof :)
Replace mascara and eyeliners every 3 months or so.
Don’t share makeup/appliances for your eyes, it may cause infections like conjunctivitis and maybe a sty.
Blot your lips after applying lipstick to avoid getting lipstick teeth.
General:
Change your bra every 5-11 days.
Always make sure your feet are dry before putting on socks and shoes to prevent fungal infections.
Wash blood stained clothes in cold water with 2 tablespoons of salt.
Try your own homemade beauty recipes.
If you peel/lick your lips it will damage them, don’t do that.
Applying eye cream on the cuticles of your nails will make them stronger and healthier.
Always carry tampons/pads even when you’re not on your period, someone else might need them.
Clean out your purse!! Get rid of all that junk and you will thank yourself next time you’re looking for something.
Masturbate. Whenever you can, it’s rewarding and good for you. (yes girls masturbate too).
Always pee after sex/masturbation to help avoid getting a UTI.
Bio-oil is good for stretch marks (as well as loving them).
Save some nice underwear for yourself and just wear your dead old pants when you’re on your period.
Buy yourself some nice underwear/lingerie whenever you can. Make sure it’s 100% cotton though otherwise you can get a yeast infection.
Test yourself every once in a while for STDs. It’s necessary.
Carry a condom on you, it’s not just the guy’s responsibility.
Apply a damp tissue to blotchy, red skin after crying, it will make you look as if you haven’t been crying at all.
Don’t let boys ruin your day.
Use a paperclip to clip the back of your bra straps together to create a racerback bra.
Wrap a maxi pad or pantyliner around any poking underwires in your bra.
Wash your pillow case every 1-2 weeks to help prevent acne.
Cucumbers are good for dark circles and puffy eyes just place a slice over your eyes and leave for about 15 minutes.
treat and love yourself and your body will reward you!!!
The ‘information is free, distrust authority, truth and justice at any cost, respect my identity and right to communicate’ attitude generally attributed to millennials? Has always been a strong part of scientific culture. Scientists find the truth and argue about it for a living. Scientists share their practices and out-truth each other for a living. Scientists market that truth to other people for a living.
The open source movement was built and pioneered by scientists. The concept of the internet as a freely available and accessible worldwide tool was an extension of scientific culture. Before that, other media and communication efforts went through the same process. There are so many cool underground stories of small groups of scientists using their limited power and a bit of secrecy to create open source cultures and free information under the noses of political and business interests trying to restrict such things for personal gain.
Scientists consider themselves above everything – politicians, business, the law if the law restricts truth, other scientists. A nervous grad student who thinks they’ve found a flaw in the work of a Nobel laureate would be *expected* to challenge that work publically; respect for seniority is for business decisions, not for ideas. Scientists never grew out of their rebellious teenage phase after discovering that the world was unfair. Scientists are punks who channelled their energy into learning as much about the laws of the universe as they can. Scientists are basically the punk community if it were interested in information rather than music, and they do not ever grow out of it, and they do not ever stop. We had staff at our university who were frequently driven to tears because they couldn’t find ways to convince the senior scientists to take their vacation days for over a decade and it was causing serious administrative problems. They had to bribe the scientists to work from home for a month and pretend to be on holiday, and then everyone pretended not to notice when the scientists showed up to work to advise us poor grad students in person anyway. Scientists do what they want, and the first thing they are taught is how to see bullshit – the second thing they are taught is that it’s their fundamental duty to call out bullshit in anyone they see using it, no matter how prestigious or powerful.
They do not rest, they do not stop, they fear no death or ridicule or government sanction.
Going off of other tumblr posts about humans being survivor space orcs and humans being loving frienddog pet buddies to other alien ships, what if the ability to attach to things was a trait of earth critters.
As long as a behaviour helps achieve the same end, evolution doesn’t care what the behaviour is. So you get both bats and birds with entirely different structures, methods, and styles to flight for different niche purposes (long distance vs. nimble acrobatics) but they both succeed at flying. The same can happen for social structures and space travel.
For most other life in the universe, social bonding isn’t a thing. You get people that you get well along with or don’t. Property isn’t necessary if it doesn’t have a function, people don’t get attached to objects. People strive to increase their station/power and therefore overall happiness, whatever that means to them, which is what encourages a group of them to work together for efficiency and shared earnings. (For example, that is. There are lots of things that could encourage life to reach spaceflight. Like spite. Or blind chance.)
On earth a few animals have evolved favoritism behaviour. Getting attached to objects, other animals, and ideas for no reason other than they like them. This helps ensure the survival of a group, so it encourages repetition. Humans are the only spacefaring creature that has favourite ROCKS because of this. Imagine having a favourite pebble out of the entire universe full of mineable minerals!
It’s just common sense that if you want to survive, add a human to your crew. Because of the space orc endurance toughness thing, being able to survive things others can’t, and being determined to keep going. Combine that with the happy space dog thing where, essentially, you put a Kirk in with a hundred Spocks. The dog Kirk is the one who’s always happy to explore and meet people and make friends and likes everyone. So if you have a being who enjoys your presence for no material reward AND extends their instincts for survival to things they’ve bonded on, you’ve basically got a big bodyguard for your entire crew. For free. You don’t have to pay it. You just have to say ‘thank you’ when it gifts you useless trinkets it found or made.
So you get these ships, and you can always tell which room is the human’s room. It’s the one full of hoarded junk. There’s sheets and dry film stuck to the walls that it ensures you is coded with dyes to make a message. The message isn’t really important, just nice. The human likes it. The human collects lumps of polycarbons that it tells you represent icons of aesthetic and memory. You don’t understand, because your memory works just fine without a visual reminder, but you learn that apparently there are different kinds of lumps and they mean different things.
The human has clothes it prefers when all its body coverings function about the same. It has days it prefers. It has abstract concepts it prefers. It has noise it prefers, and carries the noise around with it.
How would that affect a creature that prefers nothing? A species that constantly strives for a better station would have ambitions and goals for being transported to higher ranks on better ships. Logically, it would also prefer the smartest, strongest, nicest humans to protect their investments. A creature like that would check the stats on available and working humans for hire and want the best one they can afford.
But if you asked a crew which human they would want to work with? If you give them enough time, they’ll start saying their own.
“But isn’t the one on ship 4-aNui 0.93s faster at achieving the emergency fire plan escape?”
“Yes, but ours likes us more and would be more efficient at helping us, specifically.”
“That’s what humans do. They’ll like anyone they’re introduced to.”
“Yes, but ours likes us.”
“The better one will like you too if you give it enough time. I thought you knew this?”
“But I like it.”
a friend shared a meme on facebook titled ‘what the signs like’, the joke being that all of them were ‘punching a nazi in the face’; i felt it lacked nuance and so:
aries: punching a nazi in the face, ANY TIME, ANYWHERE, MFCKZ
taurus: punching a nazi in the face in defense of friends threatened by him, also stealing his sandwich
gemini: punching a nazi in the face, and then going home and writing a blog post about love and understanding
cancer: inviting a nazi over for poisoned tea
leo: punching a nazi in the face, then climbing on a platform to give an impassioned speech about it
virgo: exhaustively researching the best methods of nazi-punching before delivering a perfectly calculated blow to a nazi’s face, being unsatisfied, starting over
libra: punching a nazi in the face, dancing while glitter spontaneously rains from the sky
scorpio: sneaking up behind a nazi and pushing him into someone else’s fist
sagittarius: charming a nazi into punching himself in the face
capricorn: punching ten nazis on the way to pick up a cup of coffee before work in the morning
aquarius: punching a nazi in the face as public therapeutic performance art, not caring that nobody gets it
pisces: summoning a force of pure psychic energy to deck a nazi without moving a muscle
WE NEED 3 SENATORS TO CHANGE THEIR VOTES TO PREVENT DeVos FROM BEING CONFIRMED!!!
The vote to confirm Betsy DeVos as Sec of Education was delayed. The hearing of the Senate Committee on Health, Education, Labor and Pensions will now be held at 10 a.m. Jan. 31, according to an advisory from the committee.
And now to act (esp my ME, GA, NC and SC friends)! Betsy DeVos is up for confirmation as U.S. Education Secretary, and many, many educators have expressed strongly that she is not qualified to ensure quality education in this country.
Please consider calling one of the following Republican Senators (key in the confirmation vote) to express your opinion on the appointment. At least 3 of these need to be convinced in order to block DeVos’ nomination. Don’t email. Don’t tweet. Don’t complain on Facebook. Call them!
Then, PLEASE SHARE WIDELY:
If you live in one of the states represented below, PLEASE call YOUR Senator, If you don’t, pick one and call him/her:
Susan Collins (ME) 207.622.8414..&..202.224.2523
Lamar Alexander (TN) 615.736.5129..&..202.224.4944
Lisa Murkowski (AK) 907.586.7277..&..202.224.6665
Johnny Isakson (GA) 770.661.0999..&..202.224.3643
Orrin Hatch (UT) 801.524.4380..&..202.224.5251
Richard Burr (NC) 336.631.5125..&..202.224.3154..&.. 910.251.1058..&..828.350.2437
Michael Enzi (WY) 202.224.3424
Dr. Bill Cassidy (LA) 202.224.5824
Pat Roberts (KS) 202.224.4774
Tim Scott (SC) 202.224.6121
Rand Paul (KY) 202.224.4343
Battlestations, my Yankee Activist peeps
gonna call lamar alexander tomorrow
Booooooost
CALL YOUR DANG REPRESENTATIVES
Susan Collins (ME) 207.622.8414..&..202.224.2523 Lamar Alexander (TN) 615.736.5129..&..202.224.4944 Lisa Murkowski (AK) 907.586.7277..&..202.224.6665 Johnny Isakson (GA) 770.661.0999..&..202.224.3643 Orrin Hatch (UT) 801.524.4380..&..202.224.5251 Richard Burr (NC) 336.631.5125..&..202.224.3154..&.. 910.251.1058..&..828.350.2437 Michael Enzi (WY) 202.224.3424 Dr. Bill Cassidy (LA) 202.224.5824 Pat Roberts (KS) 202.224.4774 Tim Scott (SC) 202.224.6121 Rand Paul (KY) 202.224.4343
IF the state is one you live in call. They don’t really have reason to listen if they don’t represent you.
While walking home one stormy night, you are struck by lightning. Instead of dying, however, you hear an electronic voice in your head say, “Power level at 100%. All cybernetic systems online.”
I keep seeing people putting Animorphs #16: The Underground, aka “the oatmeal book” on their “favorite trash books” or such, and I frankly don’t see why it even qualifies in the “trash” category. I mean I know out of universe Instant maple and ginger oatmeal was chosen as the drug that is to Yeerks what meth is to humans because of the “lol oatmeal really” bit of humor.
But in universe? While the Animorphs at first don’t take it seriously (because it’s oatmeal), it’s soon made clear it’s played serious enough. Because while Applegate lets these kids laugh at what would normally be a humorous situation, she also shows that there’s really nothing funny about it. If Yeerks consume the stuff, they are freed of their dependency of Kandrona rays, but become hopelessly addicted to oatmeal that it eventually leads them to insanity. We the reader first think it’s still outrageous, but I mean, our species can eat chocolate fine, but do we think it’s funny if it’s fed to a dog?
This book poses perhaps the first real moral dilemma for the Animorphs when it comes to this war and how they should fight it. These Yeerks have discovered completely by accident that oatmeal is an addiction to them, and they happened upon it because the Animorphs destroyed the Kandrona generator of the Yeerk pool: the Yeerks who weren’t high rank were left out of the ship with the only generator to starve, and here they thought they found a new means of survival, but instead it destroys them. With their insanity also comes a price to their hosts: they cannot leave their hosts’ heads, and while humans might sometimes break through the Yeerks’ insanity, they can never be rid of them. This was enough to drive the human controller Edelman to attempted suicide.
So the Animorphs have an option: they have a substance that is easily obtainable and almost a joke to them. But they essentially have a chemical weapon at their use; it obviously has freaked out the Yeerks enough that they bought every ounce of the stuff they could find so it couldn’t be used against them. For the first time, the Animorphs really feel they have something big on the Yeerks. They can dump it in the Yeerk pool and inflict harsh mental damage on a sentient race. But they then have to ask themselves: is this right?
Amazingly it’s Cassie who suggests that they just dump a case in the Yeerk pool (this is obviously before she met Aftran and the Yeerk Peace Movement; compare this to her later decision to not try and blow up the Yeerk pool, yay character development). And they do it. They drop the proverbial bomb on the pool, essentially dooming hundreds or thousands of Yeerks to a lifetime of insanity (or more realistically, as the book implies, Visser Three will just kill them since they are useless now). And that kind of victory proved hollow. After all, they didn’t get Visser Three or any high-level Yeerks; those Yeerks in the pool were just grunts.
Ultimately the Animorphs decide never to use the weapon again. They choose to erase the possibility of biological warfare from their arson. Applegate made me take oatmeal as a weapon seriously.
I’m really really glad I didn’t have to be the one to make this post.
Sometimes I think back on the time I spent working as a barista, and it seems SO STRANGE to me that “coffee shop AU” has become synonymous with narratives that are low on conflict, high on wholesome romance. During the year I spent working at a coffee shop:
A coworker of mine took a bunch of psychedelics, walked through some strangers’ plate-glass door, and threatened them with a bowie knife, leading to his arrest and imprisonment (and, needless to say, a late opening for the coffee shop that morning).
Another coworker, an ex-military type with a young wife and a new baby, decided to smoke up for the first time ever with two other mutual coworkers, in the back of one of their trucks; and ended up having a three-way with them which ended his marriage.
I had a nervous breakdown, stopped being able to eat food or hold conversations, and ended up sleeping on my coworker’s couch for three weeks before she finally called my parents to come collect me.
Multiple store managers were fired for embezzlement. (Reminder: this was within the space of a single year.)
Yet another coworker, who was seventeen at the time, started dog-sitting for a couple of regulars in their (I’m guessing) early 50s, and ended up in an ongoing creepy and incidentally illegal ~relationship~ with them both.
Various employees discovered, in the course of cleaning the bathrooms: couples fucking in the bathrooms; junkies passed out in the bathrooms; drunks puking in the bathrooms; both adults and children weeping in the bathrooms; a woman bleeding all over the bathroom from a gash in her throat (??); a dude standing in the middle of the bathroom floor and pissing in the opposite direction from the toilet, so that when the employee opened the unlocked door she got piss all over her (????).
The owner of the bridal shop across the street was exposed as both abusive toward her employees and also cooking the books, which led to my coffee shop taking on a couple of untrained and weirdly conservative bridal shop workers for a few months while the bridal shop was shuttered and sold to new owners. Later the larcenous former bridal shop owner came down with some horrible disease which caused her to lose both her hands.
There was a regular universally referred to as “Sketchy Steve,” who came in at 7am for a three-shot latte with room for Seagrams 7, and dealt drugs to all us baristas. I actually, at one point (I cannot believe I was this stupid), went inside Sketchy Steve’s house, and allowed him to spend like half an hour showing me his collection of découpaged outlet plates and also soliciting me for sex while I uncomfortably yet studiously declined.
Right before I started, the store manager had walked off the job in the middle of a shift, and ¾ of the employees had walked out after him. None of them ever returned.
Like, working on the front lines of food service was the most operatically sordid professional experience I have ever had, and one of the most surreal; and it is hilarious to me that THAT, of all jobs, is the one that has come to stand for soft-focus domestic romance in fandom circles.
So, since I actually work around boats all day and also have a thing for blathering about the voidfaring life, here’s a few things I wanted to share that maybe other people might find helpful for adding some realism and believability to their own fictions involving the same things.
Naming Conventions: Ships are often referred to incorrectly in fiction. A ship’s name does not have “the” in front of it, unless that is actually part of the name of the vessel. Example sentence:
Correct: Vengeful Spirit was an exceptional vessel, the only Scylla variant-build ever constructed of the ancient and intimidating Gloriana pattern.
Incorrect: The Vengeful Spirit awaited them, a hulking monstrosity cruising slowly just above atmos as she waited in low orbit.
Now, this is not a hard and fast rule. There is a time that you can call a ship “the -name-,” and that is if the ship has been destroyed/sunk/decommissioned, is a piece of history thought to be destroyed, etc. Examples of this: The Black Pearl, the Edmund Fitzgerald. Just be aware that, generally, if your ship in question is still in service and has not become a legend yet, she probably doesn’t have “the” in front of her name. However, you /can/ name a vessel The Fickle Female, or something like that,in which case “the” is part of the name and is fine. Also, pirate ships and privately-run vessels may have “the” in front of their names, though this can make them sound a bit hokey and corny. Another semi-exception is when using the vessel’s full name/title, example “the U.S.S. Enterprise” or “the H.M.S. Titanic” (although Titanic could also call under the “historical indicator from “the.” Passengers who are not familiar with shipfaring may also think of the vessel as “the Glorious Name,” but your crew, and most likely your omniscient narrator, would not.
Long story short? If your vessel left for her maiden voyage ten or a hundred years ago and hasn’t yet left service… no need for “the”– especially if it’s a crewman doing the talking.
Terminology: Ships have their own words for everything. Here’s a quick rundown:
Berth/Berthing: places where crew or possibly passengers sleep. Quarters: Same as above, but generally insinuating more luxurious accommodations. Bow: The front/nose of the ship, as a noun Stern: The rear/ass end of the ship, as a noun. Prow: The very front of the bow, the “nose” of a ship. Transom: The flat “ass” of a ship. Engines: Whatever makes your ship go. Boats may have motors, but ships have engines. Bulkhead: An interior wall of a ship. Gunwale: Pronounced “gunnel.” The outside “wall” of the ship as created by the hull. Hatch: A door or doorway. You can close a hatch or walk through a hatch. Hatchway: Doorway. You cannot “close” a hatchway, but only walk through it. Porthole: a window Ahead: To engage the engines in a way that the ship moves forward, as in “full steam ahead.” Astern: To engage the engines in such a way that the ship moves backward/in reverse. Deck: Any “floor” in or on the ship. Stuff you walk on. Topside/abovedecks: the “outside area” of a boat. Where you can stand and feel the air on your face. Belowdecks: “inside” the ship’s hull. “below” is a shortening of this. Bilge: A pump that removes water (or whatever) from inside the vessel. Scuttle: to trash something or throw it out. Scuttlebutt: Rumors and gossip, trashtalking. Galley: The kitchen. Head: bathrooms Bridge: The part of the ship where it is controlled. Helm: Phrase for describing the person actually controlling the ship’s movements. The person “at the helm” is the person making the decisions, not the person with the wheel in their hands. If your captain tells his first mate, “Six degrees to starboard, steady on”, the captain is at the helm. If the first mate is making that decision himself because the captain can’t, he’s “at the helm.” Moorings: attachment to a dock. “moored” meaning attached in this way. Flotsam: Stuff floating in the water, or in space. Masts: Big posts that sails fly from. Boom: Big post going across the mast that sails attach to. Make fast: tie shit down Eye: a round thing to tie to or pass a rope through. Cleat: a thing for tying shit to. Lines: Ropes. Hold: Any large space inside of a ship to put shit, or “stow” it.
There’s lots more, and lots if you want to get into sailing vessels involving the names for the different sails and masts and such, but this is enough to get you started.
Directions and time:
Ships have their own way of designating the “directions” on the ship. Aft and stern are not synonyms: aft is a direction, the stern is the actual physical part of the ship. Same with forward and bow.
Forward: The “front” direction, anything from the middle of the ship to the very tip of the prow.
Aft: The ass end direction. Anything from the middle to the very farthest back part of the ship.
Port: If you are standing on the ship and looking forward, this is going to be on your left. It’s easy to remember because “left” and “port” both have four letters.
Starboard: Pronounced “starberd.” The “right” side of the ship, if you are standing on the ship, looking forward. Two R’s in starboard– “right.”
This is helpful in writing because you can use these words to describe how your characters move about their surroundings, IE, “She looked up, lost, heading what she assumed was aftward.”
Ships generally have their own clock and specific time. Even today in real life, submarines will have their own times and clocks, often with each crewmember on his own clock.
Summary: Idk people, talk about the cool shit in your spaceships more! Hope this helped.
Jersey please tell me the story of the time you punched a Nazi.
did u actually punch a nazi in a food lion tell the story please
i call it the time that @flaminganakin became my lawyer and spent an amount of time panicking. here it is, the highly dramaticized because it is not actually that impressive story:
so it was one of those days, you know the ones. where you’re just having a bad existence, and you’re not about to stand up for any bullshit, no siree, not on this here day. the kind of day where you just really want to choke people for chewing too loud, seriously, lady. or strangle people for eating pork rinds. they’re too loud, and the smell makes me nauseous, and i’m not about this life, but i procrastinated on the grocery shopping so there i am, suffering my way through food lion. fucking pork rinds, hate that shit, just eat pringles
anyway, i grab my hamburger helper, and i’m in the aisle waiting for the moment i can not be here. i knocked over a stand, earlier, and it sucked, and i just wanted to leave.
the dude in front of me pulls out this galaxy - the kind you can land airplanes on, and i’m caught up for a minute thinking about what an ostentatious phone that is. it’s huge. no one needs a phone that huge, i can see what you’re typing from three stories away - wait. what is that. so i lean around him to peer closer, and you know what i see? the fucking stormfront website. i’d know that stupid gray face and the ‘boyle’s law’ shit anywhere, that’s the fucking stormfront website, i’m losing my mind here. stormfronters are supposed to be, like, the moon. they have no business being out during the day, and yet, here they are, using up perfectly good air boy please go apologize to some plants for wasting their hard work
so this guy, he’s reading. intently. he puts his shit on the conveyor, mostly ignoring the cashier, a lovely black lady. you can see where this is going. but, as it is, she’s not going fast enough for him, and then this bitchass starts yelling slurs at her. really awful shit, like ‘go back to the circus if you can’t work a computer monkeyass ‘n****r’! i lose it the second he yells ‘n****r’ at her and i turn him around with his shoulder and clock him in the face. it was totally worth the sore hand, i can verify that the look on his face was the best thing i had ever seen in my life. the cashier nods to the door, i got a free box of hamburger helper, personal pride, and i haven’t been to jail yet
he may have not been a full nazi, only a racist, but it was worth it anyway
“yuri on ice isn’t progressive because it doesn’t represent the homophobia that plagues same sex couples-” oh I’m sorry I forgot that I loved to be reminded that the world fucking hates me, thanks for reminding me that all lgbt media needs to show bigotry to be good you ass!!
THIS THIS THIS THIS! I’ve seen people critisise the show specifically because of this point which is completely the opposite of what the show has been trying to be.
This show was meant to be - as pointed out by either kubo or sayo I don’t remember - a safe haven for everyone. The show purposely avoided homophobia because again it is meant to be an enjoyable trip, not a reality check.
An aspect of the show that I very much love is that the relationship between Viktor and Yuuri is normalized. No one bats an eyelash at their affection. “we shouldn’t do this we’re both men!!” or “aren’t you both guys?? You shouldn’t be doing this!!” isn’t a thing in this show. They are both men yet neither of them nor anyone else gives a single fuck about that fact. They’re just in love, period.
It makes people of the LGBTQ community feel safe and happy, to see such positive representation where homophobia is not an issue. It is an issue indeed, but maybe for just 20 minutes we’d like to forget that fact.
TLDR; no one from the lgbt community wants to hear ur bs about this show not showing homophobia.
And the National Parks Services said, “lol, no” and went rogue and we were all like, “I was not expecting the park rangers to lead the resistance, none of the dystopian novels I read prepared me for this but cool.”
i’m loving all this violent response to nazis stuff that’s going around but i also want to say like be careful out there because not all nazis are fucking clowns like richard spencer. most of em carry weapons and will not hesitate to cut your ass up and leave you dying in a dumpster. if you don’t know how to fight, don’t take one on without backup. and even if you do know how to fight, watch yourself. i don’t want to see any of you getting killed
WE NEED 3 SENATORS TO CHANGE THEIR VOTES TO PREVENT DeVos FROM BEING CONFIRMED!!!
The vote to confirm Betsy DeVos as Sec of Education was delayed. The hearing of the Senate Committee on Health, Education, Labor and Pensions will now be held at 10 a.m. Jan. 31, according to an advisory from the committee.
And now to act (esp my ME, GA, NC and SC friends)! Betsy DeVos is up for confirmation as U.S. Education Secretary, and many, many educators have expressed strongly that she is not qualified to ensure quality education in this country.
Please consider calling one of the following Republican Senators (key in the confirmation vote) to express your opinion on the appointment. At least 3 of these need to be convinced in order to block DeVos’ nomination. Don’t email. Don’t tweet. Don’t complain on Facebook. Call them!
Then, PLEASE SHARE WIDELY:
If you live in one of the states represented below, PLEASE call YOUR Senator, If you don’t, pick one and call him/her:
Susan Collins (ME) 207.622.8414..&..202.224.2523
Lamar Alexander (TN) 615.736.5129..&..202.224.4944
Lisa Murkowski (AK) 907.586.7277..&..202.224.6665
Johnny Isakson (GA) 770.661.0999..&..202.224.3643
Orrin Hatch (UT) 801.524.4380..&..202.224.5251
Richard Burr (NC) 336.631.5125..&..202.224.3154..&.. 910.251.1058..&..828.350.2437
Michael Enzi (WY) 202.224.3424
Dr. Bill Cassidy (LA) 202.224.5824
Pat Roberts (KS) 202.224.4774
Tim Scott (SC) 202.224.6121
Rand Paul (KY) 202.224.4343
Battlestations, my Yankee Activist peeps
gonna call lamar alexander tomorrow
Booooooost
CALL YOUR DANG REPRESENTATIVES
Susan Collins (ME) 207.622.8414..&..202.224.2523 Lamar Alexander (TN) 615.736.5129..&..202.224.4944 Lisa Murkowski (AK) 907.586.7277..&..202.224.6665 Johnny Isakson (GA) 770.661.0999..&..202.224.3643 Orrin Hatch (UT) 801.524.4380..&..202.224.5251 Richard Burr (NC) 336.631.5125..&..202.224.3154..&.. 910.251.1058..&..828.350.2437 Michael Enzi (WY) 202.224.3424 Dr. Bill Cassidy (LA) 202.224.5824 Pat Roberts (KS) 202.224.4774 Tim Scott (SC) 202.224.6121 Rand Paul (KY) 202.224.4343
CALL THEM AND MAKE YOUR VOICES HEARD
Devos LITERALLY SUPPORTS CHILD LABOUR
This woman is not a politician she’s a fucking disney villain
Call your representatives and tell them to vote AGAINST this repulsive creature
We are all born with a tattoo on our wrist, it reads the first sentence spoken to you by your soulmate. Your sentence: “Hey!”
Edward Castle has truly and utterly given up on his soulmate. When you’ve got at least 25 people a day shouting “Hey!” at you, even putting the effort to look for your soulmate is completely pointless.
The cursive “Hey!” lies on his skin like a curse, or so he’s always thought. His best mate’s sentence was the name of his now wife of 3 years, and his sister’s was “You’re hired!” (that made for a very awkward conversation, which left his sister without a job, but that’s a whole other story.)
Edward’s daily commute is hell for him, as the multitude of people yelling “Hey!” at him (most likely to get him to move) put him on edge, because what if he really did end up meeting his soulmate on the train to his 9am Psych lecture? Lecture….
“Oh shit. Lecture. That thing I’m currently sitting in.” he thought to himself, just as his professor excused the class. At this stage, it was pretty normal for him to lose focus during the Mandarin lecture, but if anything that was really his fault for adding a 5pm elective on his one full day of lectures.
Exhausted and done with the day, Edward rummaged in his bag for his MetroCard (which his Foreign Affairs professor would be returning to him at 2pm on Friday, it seemed) when his Creative Writing task flew onto the concrete of the street, just barely missing a puddle of unidentifiable liquid.
“What does your soulmate tattoo mean to you?”
The question stood out like a sore thumb, and frankly, he had been putting the task off since he received it (the very first lecture). But now it was due tomorrow.
“Shit. Off to Wanda’s 24/7 then.” Edward proclaimed to nobody in particular, feet already guiding him down the path he’d walked a million times over, the stresses of either mountains of assignments or exams clouding his thoughts until he stepped into the familiar place, which always seemed to smell of burnt coffee and familiar faces working behind the counter.
As he stepped in, the scent of the burnt coffee welcomely filled his lungs, but Wanda (the spritely ninety-something year old woman who’d been running the diner since her late thirties) had put all of her new staff on the same shift for a change, most likely by accident (she hated people not being able to see a familiar face when they walked in). Wordlessly, Edward took a booth in the surprisingly calm diner, pulling out his laptop and notes before any of the waiters had even processed his arrival.
“Hey!” a chirpy voice jabbered.
“Strong.” Edward replied curtly. After a few short seconds,
“…The strongest coffee you can get me, please. I’m gonna be a while.” he blurted out, not really caring about how he was addressing this seemingly nice waiter at this stage.
“Well, that certainly makes more sense.” the waiter responded. After another fleeting second of this waiter not moving, Edward looked up.
He did not expect to be met with a singular word tattooed on a much more masculine wrist than he was expecting, not that he minded in the slightest.