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Silk is so beautiful. Thank you worms
u know they boil them alive for silk right
They’re worms…
ok im not gonna argue with a sociopath
Thank god
As I've already said on another post:
A: you don't have to kill them for the silk
B: silk moths spend BASICALLY THEIR WHOLE LIVES AS CATERPILLARS and only wrap themselves in silk after they've lived all their life because
C: when they turn into moths, THEY DO NOT HAVE MOUTHS. this is a very common feature for moths. They turn into moths to have sex and then starve to death.
D: in the wild, maybe thirty out of a hundred eggs survive to be caterpillars. Maybe one out of a hundred survives to become a moth. A moth who has a few days, at most, to live. They have no way to defend themselves. Many die before they even get to mate. Some never find mates. If they don't starve to death, they get eaten by a predator. And this isn't even counting the ones who get eaten in the cocoon by parasitic wasps.
E: the lifecycle of a wild silkworm is to struggle, struggle, maybe get sex, then starve to death.
F: domestic silkworms are literally flightless. They cannot survive in the wild. But we take care of them. Nearly one hundred percent of silkworms survive to metamorphosis- and every single one of them lives a safe, warm, long life, where their favourite food is literally handed to them, where they want for nothing. And even THEN, MORE OF THEM SURVIVE TO BECOME MOTHS THAN THEY DO IN THE WILD. The ones who die do so painlessly, and 100% of them gets used- they're literally edible. They get eaten, like they would in the wild, but infitesimally less painfully because they're already dead when they get eaten. Even the cocoons from the moths who chewed through their silk get used! And the moths? The many more who survive than in the wild? They have gigantic orgies, lay eggs that they know will live the same long, idyllic lives they did, and then die.
The life of a domestic silkworm moth is the kindest, most perfect life they could ever live.
This is like if aliens said "hey you get to eat your favourite food forever, live longer than you ever would, and never be in any danger, and your children and their children and their children will also have this, but when you die peacefully in your sleep after living a full life (because you are ssfe from all diseases also) we get your clothes and also your bodies?" and also imagine YOU DON'T HAVE A CONCEPT OF A SOUL OR BURYING A BODY OR CREMATING A BODY OR DOING ANYTHING WITH A BODY. OR THAT THE BODY OF SOMEONE WHO DIED HAS ANY VALUE TO YOU WHATSOEVER. Assume dead humans like. Just lie there and get eaten by dogs.
Literally, to them, all we get out of this is like... instead of something else eating the bodies, we eat them? It's literally just "hey instead of getting eaten by birds, would you like to have lives sweeter than you could imagine but like. You get eaten by monkeys and also less of you get eaten and you're already dead when they eat you."
If you're going to judge someone for liking the byproduct of a process, maybe educate yourself on the process first.
they are going this drink after me when i die
the horsepussy
2 parts apple martini flavored crystal lite
1 part methadone
We can’t have shit anymore
fear not my friends, i saved it
the legend of The Horsepussy lives on
Please make a post about the story of the RMS Carpathia, because it's something that's almost beyond belief and more people should know about it.
Carpathia received Titanic’s distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.
(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)
Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.
All of Carpathia’s lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.
I don’t know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.
Carpathia had three dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.
And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.
Here’s the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining rooms–which, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.
I need you to understand that you simply can’t push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.
Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.
No one would have asked this of them. It wasn’t expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a respondibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.
They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.
This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanic’s last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.
In total, 705 people of Titanic’s original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.
At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.
I think the least we can do is remember them for it.
You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.
I was twenty… twenty-five, I think?… when I was sentenced. Four hundred years was a length of time I couldn’t even imagine. It was a length of time I don’t think anyone could imagine, even the judge. It was just a big showy number that let everyone know I’d never see the light of day again. The mages who cast the spells were dramatic about it, practically shouting the part about ‘until death claims you, or four hundred years hath passed, forsooth, thou shalt be imprisoned here’. They don’t waste that kind of magic on most prisoners, but I was special.
The Slayer, they called me then. The Monster of Sentan. I’d killed nineteen people… I remember that number because I was so furious that they stopped me so close to my goal of twenty-one. And I didn’t just kill ordinary people, no, but the Chosen of the Gods. The Great and Good. They were terrified of me. So they locked me away, to die forgotten.
It had been a little less than a hundred years when the king died without heir, and a civil war tore the country apart. When the fighting was all over, the losers were dragged down to the deepest cells under the castle, and the new king and his soldiers stopped and stared at me. “Who… who is this?” he asked, frowning. “Some victim of the usurper?”
People like cooks and jailers and scrubbers don’t change as easily as kings. The same man who’d been bringing me my meals since there was still brown in his hair and beard shuffled forward, hunched and grey now. “No, yer majesty,” he said humbly. “That be a special prisoner, from before the old king died.”
“Special? Special how?” He frowned, moving closer to my cell. “The old king died more than ten years ago. This woman must have been a child then. What could she have done to - “
“Don’t get too close, yer majesty,” the old man said sharply. “That’s the Monster of Sentan… an’ she bites.”
That was true. I do bite.
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"But most police officers are good."
No they're not.
In the general population, there are good people and there are bad people. And every police officer is a member of the general population who decided to become a police officer. The police are not a demographic. Every single police officer chose to be a police officer.
Therefore, if most police officers are good, then that means the police force is designed in such a way that good people are drawn to it while bad people are pushed away from it.
And that's been proven to be false many times.
The police are only as good as the laws they enforce and the standards they're held to.
As long as there are laws against victimless actions, people who only want to protect society from dangerous monsters while defending everyone's freedom are pushed away from the police force, and people who get a sick pleasure from ruining people's lives in order to boost their own egos are drawn to the police force.
As long as the police are able to abuse people and get away with it, people who believe in using as little force as necessary are pushed away from the police force, and people who were bullies in high school and want to be even bigger bullies while being seen as the good guys are drawn to the police force.
As long as capitalists who destroy other people in order to increase profits are considered smart businesspeople while poor people who steal food in order to survive are considered criminals, people who wish to improve society are pushed away from the police force, and people who wish to further traumatize those who are already suffering are drawn to the police force.
If you think most police officers are good, what is being done to draw in good people, and what is being done to push away bad people? If you're so sure that the police are good, then you'd have to have an answer to that. But for some reason, you never do.
It took me a long time to reconcile the idea that some cops do genuinely join the force with the intention of doing “good” for their communities, and the idea that all cops are bad. Both are true.
Because even if there are some people with good intentions in the police, the police are still structurally bad. They systematically train officers in violence over de-escalation, aggressively defend racist policies, and close ranks when one of their own is threatened so that they never face the consequences of their racist and classist violence. It’s not possible to be a “good cop” within that system- you either fall in line or you quit in disgust.
Saying that most cops are “good” and “doing their best” is like looking at the KKK in its heyday and saying “most of them weren’t racist, they were just really into family values and supporting their communities.” Even if someone joined the KKK for the picnics not the lynching, they joined and supported the organization doing the fucking lynching.
One of the clearest articles that helped me understand this: https://medium.com/@OfcrACab/confessions-of-a-former-bastard-cop-bb14d17bc759
I was a police officer for nearly ten years and I was a bastard. We all were.
That article was absolutely incredible. I highly recommend. It did a really good job explaining exactly how all cops are bastards and how the system is rotten to the core.
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is there a comprehensive list somewhere of all the serious injuries kiryu has ever gotten because man am i curious. i want to know the Full Scope of how fucked up this man’s body must be
Personally my headcanon is that both Kiryu and Haruka have lasting symptoms of at least mild brain/nerve damage due to some serious head trauma post-y6. Regarding Haruka, it’s exceptionally rare to come out of a serious coma (brought on primarily by head trauma no less) with no chronic medical issues, and Kiryu literally tanked enough hits to the head to kill a man (see: tachibana) and then continued to fight more, get himself shot multiple times in the chest, and come within an inch from death– sure, he could get incredibly lucky and have the gunshots just barely miss some major organs/arteries, but the head trauma? no way of getting around the full impact of that.
For Haruka I think it’d mean chronic migraines, some seizures/epileptic symptoms that she may have to take medication for for the forseeable future, nerve damage/chronic pain considering she was hit by a car and that’s a common issue survivors of car crashes tend to face, etc.
Kiryu likely would have some of the same issues– headaches/migraines for example would be a pretty safe bet for either of them. But unlike Haruka, who I think would have pain in her joints, spine, neck, muscles, etc from a more all-encompassing, but one-time crash, the majority of Kiryu’s issues would be mostly cognitive because of just so many damn repeated blows to the head in one instance, and even more over the course of his entire life. So, that means, on a more mild level, some short term and/or working memory issues, being more prone to vertigo, sleep problems (though I don’t doubt he already has those from psychological trauma), a tremor in one of his fingers/hands that he tries to hide or ignore, heightened sensitivity to light and sounds that could cause disorientation or pain, etc. That’s of course for just the head trauma alone– god only knows what kind of issues might’ve come from all the abdominal wounds.
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Hi pay attention to me I’m so cute and impregnable
OP is a tank trying to draw aggro
“You touch it, you hold it, you lick it, whatever. Its a silver coffer.”
Dm, while trying to convince a player that its really not trapped, just loot
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In an incredibly bold move, the British Academy of Film and Television Arts announced last week that it will no longer nominate and award works that do ...
“In an incredibly bold move, the British Academy of Film and Television Arts announced last week that, beginning in 2019,works that do not demonstrate inclusivity in their production practices will no longer be eligible for its annual awards, the BAFTAs, often considered the U.K. equivalent of the Oscars. Eligible projects must showcase this in two of the following ways, as the BBC reported: On-screen characters and themes, senior roles and crew, industry training and career progression, and audience access and appeal to underrepresented audiences.”
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