Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Jun 24

Anonymous asked: have you everseen stargate?

gallusrostromegalus:

gallusrostromegalus:

strong-asswoman:

gallusrostromegalus:

…Is that the one with the guy with the sports logo on his head, and his friends keep fucking around an inter dimensional illuminati toilet bowl?  and at least one of the guys keeps dying all the fucking time?

I’m dying. This is hilarious.

Other sci-fi series I know about from fragments:

BY POPULAR REQUEST, SOME MORE:

im-lost-but-not-gone:

shedoesnotcomprehend:

One of the most bizarrely cool people I’ve ever met was an oral surgeon who treated me after a ridiculous accident (that’s another story), Dr. Z.

Dr. Z. was, easily, the best and most competent doctor or dentist I’ve ever encountered – and after that accident, I encountered quite a number. He came stunningly highly recommended, had an excellent record, and the most calming bedside manner I’ve ever seen.

That last wasn’t the sweet gentle caretaking sort of manner, which some nurses have but you wouldn’t expect to see in a surgeon. No; when Dr. Z. told me that one of my broken molars was too badly damaged to save, and I (being seventeen and still moderately in shock) broke down crying, he stared at me incredulously and said, in a tone of utter bemusement, “But – I am very good.”

I stopped crying on the spot. In the last twenty-four hours or so of one doctor after another, no one had said anything that reassuring to me. He clearly just knew his own competence so well that the idea of someone being scared anyway was literally incomprehensible to him. What more could I possibly ask for?

(He was right. The procedure was very extended, because the tooth that needed to be removed was in bits, but there was zero pain at any point. And, as he promised, my teeth were so close together that they shifted to fill the gap to where there genuinely is none anymore, it’s just a little easier to floss on that side.)

But Dr. Z.’s insane competence wasn’t just limited to oral surgery.

When I met Dr. Z., he, like most doctors I’ve had, asked me if I was in college, and where, and what I was studying. When I say “math,” most doctors respond with “oh, wow, good for you” or possibly “what do you want to do with that after college?”

Dr. Z. wanted to know what kind of math.

I gave him the thirty-second layman’s summary that I give people who are foolish enough to ask that. He responded with “oh, you mean–” and the correct technical terms. I confirmed that was indeed what I meant (and keep in mind, this was upper-division college math, you don’t take this unless you’re a math major). He asked cogent follow-up questions, and there ensued ten or so minutes of what I’d call “small talk” except for how it was an intensely technical mathematical discussion.

He didn’t, as far as I can tell, have any kind of formal math background. He just … knew stuff.

I was a competitive fencer at this point in time, so when he asked if I had any questions about the surgery that would be necessary, I asked him if I’d be okay to fence while I had my jaw wired shut, or if it would interfere with breathing.

“Fencing?” he said.

“Yes,” I said, “like swordfighting,” because this is another conversation I got to have a lot. (People assume they’ve misheard you, or occasionally they think you mean building fences.)

“Which weapon?”

“Uh. Foil.”

“No, it won’t be safe,” and he went off into an explanation of why.

Turns out, he was also a serious fencer – and, when I mentioned my fencing coach, an old friend of his. (I asked my fencing coach later, and, oh yes, Dr. Z., a good friend of mine, excellent fencer.) (My coach was French. Dr. Z. was Israeli. I never saw Dr. Z. around the club or anything. I have no idea how they knew each other.)

So this was weird enough that later, when I was home, I looked Dr. Z. up on Yelp. His reviews were stellar, of course, but that wasn’t the weird thing.

The weird thing was that the reviews were full of people – professionals in lots of different fields – saying the same thing: I went to Dr. Z. for oral surgery, and he asked me about what I did, and it turned out he knew all about my field and had a competent and educated discussion with me about the obscure technical details of such-and-such.

All sorts of different fields, saying this. Lawyers. Businessmen. Musicians.

As far as I can tell, it’s not that I just happened to be pursuing the two fields he had a serious amateur interest in – he just seemed to be extremely good at literally everything.

I have no explanation for this. Possibly he sold his soul to the devil.

He did a damn good job on my surgery.

This story inspires a little needed hope in the medical field. Thank you!

thesleepybabesclub: “ oswinstark: “ goblinparty: “this is the most 2017 thing ive ever seen ” [The Raw Story headline: “A new website will ship your ashes to the GOP Rep. of your choice is Trumpcare kills you”] This reminds me of that picture I saw...

thesleepybabesclub:

oswinstark:

goblinparty:

this is the most 2017 thing ive ever seen

[The Raw Story headline: “A new website will ship your ashes to the GOP Rep. of your choice is Trumpcare kills you”]

This reminds me of that picture I saw of someone at an AIDS protest in the 80s that had a jacket that said, “When I die leave me on the capitol steps” or something like that

Also yes fuck those bastards make them have to face the human sacrifice they’re signing to line their fucking pockets.

This is American artist and activist David Wojnarowicz. ACT UP scattered the ashes of at least 18 of their members on the white house lawn in a series of actions starting in 1992, with the chant “Bringing our dead to your door / We won’t take it anymore”. This was done to protest the government’s "refusal to pass the AIDS Cure Act, inaction on drug profiteering, and unwillingness to establish a federal needle exchange program),”

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ahickeyfromsawicki:

ok but like imagine all of the power rangers parents constantly asking where they’re going after dinner and eventually they all reply “um i’m in a band now??” and their parents are like AAAYYYYYYY I WANNA SEE YOU GUYS PLAY so on top of training and saving the world they now have to actually pretend to be in a band and play at school talent shows or whatever to keep up the lie. eventually they end up doing so well they book small gigs around town and theyre pretty well known and the lie just got so out of hand that now theyre signed to a record label working on their debut album

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thestormypetrelofcrime: “I don’t work out, but if I ever did I would have to be wearing this. ”

thestormypetrelofcrime:

I don’t work out, but if I ever did I would have to be wearing this.

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Anonymous asked: Fanfic meme R :)

Another ask for the fic meme

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Hell fucking yeah there are.

FANFIC

Honestly I love @determamfidd and @caffeinewitchcraft‘s writing styles more than words can say.  Obligate hat-tip to @notbecauseofvictories, who is glorious.  I’m sure there’s a laundry list of other people who I’m not remembering because I’ve been cleaning all day.

NON-FANFIC

Insert ode to Robin McKinley here.  I love her writing literally more than words can address.  I talk about her a lot.

Also PC Hodgell for armies and cities and people, lately Jay Kristoff who wrote Stormdancer, I should probably include KA Applegate who taught me how to torture my characters at a young age, and IDK Eric Flint who wrote 1632.  I could definitely go on for A While with this list, but I’ll stop here.

femmealenko: “ burntcoffeeandpercocetsss: “I LOVE THIS IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR A NB PARENTAL TITLE FOR YEARS ” this means the world to me ”

femmealenko:

burntcoffeeandpercocetsss:

I LOVE THIS
IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR A NB PARENTAL TITLE FOR YEARS

this means the world to me

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