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surely this cannot be too hard a concept for people to grasp
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You CANNOT separate art from the artist when the artist is still alive and producing new media to profit off.
So on that note, do NOT watch the new Harry Potter series. Do not hate watch it. Do not watch it because “it’s going to be my childhood remade”. I do not care. Do not watch it. This is a direct move to erase the original trio who have all stood against jkr.
Do not watch it, but also don't hate on the CHILDREN acting in it. They likely do not have a choice, they are being FORCED to take the role. It is not up to them, do not harass innocent children.
Reblogging with this addition because it’s important but also the reminder that even if it is their choice, they’re unlikely to be educated on what standing with jkr means and they are literal children so let’s not accuse them of hate crimes or anything x
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So the story I really want to read is: space humans are *cats*.
You’ve got big, long-lived aliens that come to Earth pretty regularly by their timetables; say once every 50 years or so? Say they’re about 4 metres tall and their regular lifespans are about 600-700 years. They come in quietly and at least visually screen their ships because they don’t like disturbing the environment and the wildlife. They mostly come here to mine some mineral that’s rare on most other planets that’s useful to them, and maybe they do a little light environmental surveying on the side or maybe they don’t.
Your human protagonist is someone doing some climbing somewhere pretty remote who has got herself in a bit of a pickle; say she’s fallen badly while climbing a mountain alone and is trapped with a broken leg, when one of the aliens finds her - badly injured, badly dehydrated and with no way of getting help - while setting up their mining equipment.
And they do what a kind-hearted human would do if they found an injured feral cat or an wild animal of similar size; it picks her up, carries her aboard their shuttle, and, after what looks like some mild arguments with the others, takes her aboard to some sort of medical bay.
When she wakes up, she’s incredibly well-mended - possibly with some chronic illnesses fixed too - but is light years away from home. She has been adopted by this ship full of kind giants as a pet
So @underwaterstrawberries asked if they know she’s sapient.
The thing is; we know, and are discovering constantly, that all the metrics we used to use to delineate human exceptionally…are not actually that exceptional.
It’s not only humans, or even great apes, that use tools. Corvids use tools.
Octopuses and dolphins have self-awareness.
So these giant aliens that cared enough about a little wounded creature they found to pick it up, save its life and care for it - definitely seem to recognise that humans are bright tool-using creatures with a complex social structure. The way we recognise that, for example, in Corvids, or raccoons.
Whether that translates to “sapient” in the minds of these huge beings who can travel between stars? That may well be a more complex question.
Let’s give our human a name. Let’s call her Layla.
She wakes up lying on a big cushion about 2 metres square, with a pile of heavy soft covers on it.
There’s a crackling scent of ozone in the air, but everything otherwise smells clean, in an antiseptic way.
Her climbing rucksack is lying near her, which is nice because it has clothes in it, and while she’s clean, dry and warm, she’s not wearing any. Her last memory of the ones she was wearing as that they were very badly torn and soaked through with blood, to be fair.
Her legs aren’t broken. The red streaks she was worried she could see in her exposed flesh through all the rips in her trousers certainly aren’t there any more. All the cuts and bruises and fractures from her involuntary trip down the mountainside are no longer there.
She seems to be in some sort of container three or four metres across, with a texture oddly like cardboard. Next to the cushion are some big bowls of food - some big fruits she doesn’t recognise, a bit like melons, and some big crispy square things that smell a bit like crackers - and one of water, which she needs to scoop up in her cupped hands to drink.
Climbing onto the cushion to see over the big cardboard walls, she sees a vast pale room as big as a cathedral, filled with humming shapes whose purpose she can’t even guess at. Giant shapes walk through it intermittently.
One of them comes over often to see her, leaning a huge face over the box. The first couple of times she hides when it comes over, but she swiftly stops when she realises the worst it does is take away the food containers and the closeable bucket in the corner, bringing back fresh ones.
She gets bolder. She yells up at it in English and Spanish and Arabic, the only languages she knows any of, demanding to be let to go home.
She’s not sure it even hears her; when it moves its mouth, she mostly hears a deep rumble that sends vibrations through the cardboard and her whole body.
When she collapses and cries on the cushion in anger and exhaustion, it extends a great limb down to her cautiously and - very carefully - strokes her hair and down her back with a long digit, withdrawing when she shakes it off, but trying again after a couple of minutes.
She falls asleep eventually, and is woken by a sensation of movement. She is still on the cushion, but it is being carried by what she *thinks* is the same huge creature. When she moves around to find something to cling to, it cups the big digit around the cushion carefully, and she grabs at warm skin with a faint covering of hair she can only just see so as not to fall as it walks through *vast* spaces lit with pale, diffuse lighting that makes it difficult to see any details.
It moves into a different space; still huge, but with dimmer lighting, more colours she can recognise. It puts her down on a soft surface a bit like very thick soft roughly-woven fabric, carefully not moving away until she lets go of it. They put up a barrier of some kind around her; big open-weave panels of some kind.
She doesn’t notice them properly because that’s when she sees the three human faces staring at her from different parts of the great vast room.
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So uhhhh 👉👈 since the u.s. is getting really scary for trans people
(and also every other minority)
So I applied to a Japanese language school and got accepted!!! This is really fun and exciting for me!!! It's something that I've been wanting to do tbh!! I'll be starting in July! So that's great!!! But the sad part is im not gonna be able to take all of my stuffies and toys with me :'( so to make sure all of my friends get good loving homes im gonna sell them here! I'm mostly selling stuffies, but I do have some wooden blocks, dinosaur toys, and a wooden train play set! Lmk if you're interested in any of the items by sending me a dm. In the message, please either send from your agere account or link your agere tumblr in the message. I will not be selling any of my items to k!nk or otherwise nsfw accounts. (If you do agere/agede and also have an nsfw account, I'll consider it, but I just don't want to sell to agep!ayer/dd!g type of accounts.)
I will be updating this post as items sell. Also, the price for the item will be set below the image, and you will pay for shipment. For shipping, you'll get to choose what carrier/speed/method of transport. All funds from this sale will go towards my moving expenses, tuition, and helping me survive until I can find a part-time job!
Wooden train set, is missing a few of the little stop signs.
$15.00
Plastic hollow dino toys
$15.00
Vintage hot wheel cars + cars from the cars movie
$30.00
Wooden emergency vehicles
$10.00
Appa from ATLA
$20.00
Pillow Fort, green triceratops
$10.00
Large blue triceratops approximately 2.5ft
$20.00
Small blue dinosaur
$5.00
Tiny cow
$5.00
Jellycat gray bunny
$10.00
If you wanna get multiple, just let me know, and I'll ship them together!
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Little Legends
Eggskin leaned out of the medbay with both scaly hands full of disassembled electronics. “Are you free to run a quick errand?” they asked with the air of someone hoping the answer was yes.
“Sure,” I said, stopping in the hall. “Did something break?”
“I thought it was fixable, but no.” Eggskin rotated a couple pieces and fit them back together, revealing what looked like part of a medscanner. “Waste of time. At least this isn’t the good one for diagnosing, just the one for checking boxes. But we do need a replacement if you can get it.”
I mentally ran down the list of stores I’d spotted on this space station. “Yeah, I think I saw an electronics place that should have those. And we’re not going to leave for a while yet.”
“Excellent, thank you.” Eggskin looked relieved. “I’d go myself, but I have several other items in need of a tune-up.”
“No problem. I’ll let the captain know, then be right on it.” With a wave from me and further thanks from Eggskin, I headed off to find the captain.
Warm light spilled from the crew lounge as I passed. I mentally patted myself on the back for moving my sun lamp in there for everybody to enjoy. Humans may need their vitamin D, but Heatseekers craved warmth, and didn’t always want to ask for it. Paint was currently curled up on the biggest couch, along with Telly: a pile of mottled orange scales and mismatched fur. The cat had also started in just my quarters but moved on to spend time in the rest of the ship.
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Little Legends
Eggskin leaned out of the medbay with both scaly hands full of disassembled electronics. “Are you free to run a quick errand?” they asked with the air of someone hoping the answer was yes.
“Sure,” I said, stopping in the hall. “Did something break?”
“I thought it was fixable, but no.” Eggskin rotated a couple pieces and fit them back together, revealing what looked like part of a medscanner. “Waste of time. At least this isn’t the good one for diagnosing, just the one for checking boxes. But we do need a replacement if you can get it.”
I mentally ran down the list of stores I’d spotted on this space station. “Yeah, I think I saw an electronics place that should have those. And we’re not going to leave for a while yet.”
“Excellent, thank you.” Eggskin looked relieved. “I’d go myself, but I have several other items in need of a tune-up.”
“No problem. I’ll let the captain know, then be right on it.” With a wave from me and further thanks from Eggskin, I headed off to find the captain.
Warm light spilled from the crew lounge as I passed. I mentally patted myself on the back for moving my sun lamp in there for everybody to enjoy. Humans may need their vitamin D, but Heatseekers craved warmth, and didn’t always want to ask for it. Paint was currently curled up on the biggest couch, along with Telly: a pile of mottled orange scales and mismatched fur. The cat had also started in just my quarters but moved on to spend time in the rest of the ship.
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Hi. Things are bleak, I know that. I know that we paid for Trump's last term with blood and it is likely the price will be blood again.
But listen to me. LISTEN.
You do not have to force yourself to witness horrors as an act of activism. It is not a form of activism. You can put your phone down, you can block that horrific video. We cannot win if you cannot fight and you will not be able to fight if you are hopeless.
Do not let them guilt you into this. People who are exhausted are easier to walk over. Take care of yourself, find community where you find joy.
OP is cooking, stepping away is a form of self-care.
Here’s a tool I made up in the throes of my personal despair and taught my coworkers that might help in a face to face interaction that catches you off guard and you can’t escape and you’re not fixing to get in a fight with someone who hasn’t yet realized the consequences of their actions:
Reflect, Validate, Shut It Down.
Example: “Aren’t you proud to be an American today? Because I sure am!” (Genuine)
Reflect: Paraphrase their words back at them.
Ex: “I see you’re feeling patriotic today.” Or “You seem excited about the election results.”
Validate: A generalized statement that makes whoever you’re talking to feel heard. It gives quick confirmation that you’re listening. Our person we’re talking to seems joyful, so we’ll just give them a polite, general affirmation without condoning it.
Ex: “It feels good to be on cloud nine.” Or “Bet it feels nice to cheer for the winning team, huh?
Shut It Down: Redirect the conversation to the task at hand, announce your exit, or say something so off the cuff they can’t help but follow (this is where I shine).
Ex: “Did you know that bestiality finally became illegal in the state of Washington on Feb 11, 2006?” Or “Did you know the last time Canada won a Stanley Cup was in 1993, and it was the Montreal Canadiens?”
I hope my motivational interviewing skills can be helpful during this time we are about to go through. I’m not excited, but I feel like if we band together in solidarity to help each other we’ll make it through 💕🫡
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Hi. Things are bleak, I know that. I know that we paid for Trump's last term with blood and it is likely the price will be blood again.
But listen to me. LISTEN.
You do not have to force yourself to witness horrors as an act of activism. It is not a form of activism. You can put your phone down, you can block that horrific video. We cannot win if you cannot fight and you will not be able to fight if you are hopeless.
Do not let them guilt you into this. People who are exhausted are easier to walk over. Take care of yourself, find community where you find joy.
You do not have to force yourself to witness horrors as an act of activism. It is not a form of activism.
^^^ remember this. do not exhaust yourself into hopelessness. take care of yourself and stay strong.
I know I've recced it before, but if you want a place to monitor the news while avoiding getting caught in the horrors, What The Fuck Just Happened Today is a really useful resource. They summarize political (& adjacent) news so you can remain aware of what's going on while still minimizing the emotional energy you expend on any one issue. (And they provide links and sourcing if you need to know more.)
Traumatizing yourself won't open cages.
Traumatizing yourself won't fill bellies.
Traumatizing yourself won't make others less cruel.
Suffering won't reduce suffering in the world.
You cannot abuse yourself into being sustainably industrious.
This, however, doesn't mean to do nothing. There is indeed an important need to be involved in helping one another, but the helping is what helps. There is a strong pressure from others to "not look away." This doesn't mean to literally watch every piece of media that comes out. At its core it means to not give way to apathy for personal comfort. The ways you help can be profound and personal without needing to traumatized yourself (and those around you.)
One thing a lot of people forget is the kinds of horrors that get shared come with their own risk to traumatize those most affected by those depictions of violence. If you have BIPoC, Queer, Jewish, or even just women friends in general, chances are they don't need convincing of the horrors in your life, and in these cases, showing them traumatic videos won't help them. It'll just traumatize them more.
I'm some ways, the best help you can provide may well be found in shielding them from these horrors. It is, in fact, a radical act to become a refuge your friend needs in these times. If you're not sure what you can do, look for others helping, and help in the same ways as them.
And if you do burn out don't try to abuse yourself into keeping up. Rest when you need. Grieve when you need to. Celebrate any way you can. There will be others to take up the mantle. For every awful person out there, there can be found good people also, if you seek them out.
Stay safe.
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Remember this viral post? Wanda and Jamal and her husband Lonnie are the most wholesome people, this story brought tears to my eyes originally and I am crying once more learning from Jamal's social media that Lonnie has sadly passed away.
Rest in Peace, Lonnie :(
Whenever I lose faith in humanity, I remember these four lovely folks and feel a little better 🥺
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Tell me more about NASA's scientific accuracy ratings for movies.
For those who are curious...
The Worst:
1) 2012 (2009): Neutrinos from a solar flare heat up the Earth's core, setting off the end of life as we know it. The plot conveniently ignores the fact that neutrinos pass straight through matter—even us—without doing much of anything.
2) The Core (2003): The Earth's core has stopped rotating and scientists have to drill into it to start it back up. The moviemakers go nuts with basic geology, ending up with something the New York Times called “monumentally dumb.”
3) Armageddon (1998): A team of drillers is sent to an asteroid on its way to strike Earth to split it into two parts they say will fly safely past the planet, completely ignoring Newton's First Law of Motion ("an object will remain at rest or in uniform motion in a straight line unless acted upon by an external force"), which says that all they did was make two asteroids that would hit the Earth.
4) Volcano (1997): Los Angeles is destroyed by a volcano that springs up in the city. Bad science mingling with cheesy dialogue and effects.
5) Chain Reaction (1996): Keanu Reeves. Bubble fusion. A government plot to prevent the spread of the technology. The perfect recipe for bad.
6) The 6th Day (2000): Arnold Schwarzenegger is cloned. Because one of him just wasn't enough?
7) What the #$*! Do We Know? (2004): Read the synopsis on Wikipedia. It'll make your head hurt.
And the Best:
1) Gattaca (1997)
2) Contact (1997)
3) Metropolis (1927)
4) The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951)
5) Woman in the Moon (1929)
6) The Thing From Another World (1951)
7) Jurassic Park (1993)
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obimomkenobi-deactivated2020062
MY NAME, IS FRICKIN MOON MOON. I’D BE THE MOST IDIOTIC WOLF. ‘OH SHIT WHO BROUGHT FUCKING MOON MOON ALONG?’
the post that started it all
oh god
danthefrickinking-deactivated20
Never not reblogging.
I’ve only seen this post in screenshots
I’m very surprised this post hasn’t broken a million.
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Thousands of premature infants were saved from certain death by being part of a Coney Island entertainment sideshow.
At the time premature babies were considered genetically inferior, and were simply left to fend for themselves and ultimately die.
Dr Martin Couney offered desperate parents a pioneering solution that was as expensive as it was experimental - and came up with a very unusual way of covering the costs.
It was Coney Island in the early 1900’s. Beyond the Four-Legged Woman, the sword swallowers, and “Lionel the Lion-Faced Man,” was an entirely different exhibit: rows of tiny, premature human babies living in glass incubators.
The brainchild of this exhibit was Dr. Martin Couney, an enigmatic figure in the history of medicine. Couney created and ran incubator-baby exhibits on the island from 1903 to the early 1940s.
Behind the gaudy facade, premature babies were fighting for their lives, attended by a team of medical professionals.To see them, punters paid 25 cents.The public funding paid for the expensive care, which cost about $15 a day in 1903 (the equivalent of $405 today) per incubator.
Couney was in the lifesaving business, and he took it seriously. The exhibit was immaculate. When new children arrived, dropped off by panicked parents who knew Couney could help them where hospitals could not, they were immediately bathed, rubbed with alcohol and swaddled tight, then “placed in an incubator kept at 96 or so degrees, depending on the patient. Every two hours, those who could suckle were carried upstairs on a tiny elevator and fed by breast by wet nurses who lived in the building. The rest [were fed by] a funneled spoon. The smallest baby Couney handled is reported to have weighed a pound and a half.
His nurses all wore starched white uniforms and the facility was always spotlessly clean.
An early advocate of breast feeding, if he caught his wet nurses smoking or drinking they were sacked on the spot. He even employed a cook to make healthy meals for them.
The incubators themselves were a medical miracle, 40 years ahead of what was being developed in America at that time.
Each incubator was made of steel and glass and stood on legs, about 5ft tall. A water boiler on the outside supplied hot water to a pipe running underneath a bed of mesh, upon which the baby slept.
Race, economic class, and social status were never factors in his decision to treat and Couney never charged the parents for the babies care.The names were always kept anonymous, and in later years the doctor would stage reunions of his “graduates.
According to historian Jeffrey Baker, Couney’s exhibits “offered a standard of technological care not matched in any hospital of the time.”
Throughout his decades of saving babies, Couney understood there were better options. He tried to sell, or even donate, his incubators to hospitals, but they didn’t want them. He even offered all his incubators to the city of New York in 1940, but was turned down.
In a career spanning nearly half a century he claimed to have saved nearly 6,500 babies with a success rate of 85 per cent, according to the Coney Island History
In 1943, Cornell New York Hospital opened the city’s first dedicated premature infant station. As more hospitals began to adopt incubators and his techniques, Couney closed the show at Coney Island. He said his work was done.
Today, one in 10 babies born in the United States is premature, but their chance of survival is vastly improved—thanks to Couney and the carnival babies.
https://nypost.com/2018/07/23/how-fake-docs-carnival-sideshow-brought-baby-incubators-to-main-stage/
Book: The strange case of Dr. Couney
New York Post Photograph: Beth Allen
Original FB post by Liz Watkins Barton
You know, when you think about it, Dr. Courney might have saved some 6000 babies in his life time - but if he pioneered the methods that we still use today, then he's saved every preemie baby since too.
OK BUT Did anyone else catch how Beth Allen is the premie in the picture and eventually became the New York Post Photographer who worked on that book/article? I'm going to cry