Hockey Glee

Fandom. Meta. FanFic. Books. Music. Photography. Interesting characters and the actors who play them. Actors who sing. Singers who act. Hockey players. Older than dirt.

[gingerhaze]

Some character designs with some…atypical color choices? I guess. I don’t know what’s going on in that area.

This is Nimona and her supervillain friend (He doesn’t have a name yet, I’m working on that). Nimona is his sidekick/squire, they’re like the Batman and Robin of slightly Medieval villains, but she’s actually way more evil than him. He does what he does to make a point, and he doesn’t really want anyone get hurt - Nimona just gets a kick out of destroying stuff.

I’m going to attempt to make a two page comic with them? We’ll see how this goes.

[trans-ballister-blackheart]

This was tagged #homework and posted in December 2011.

[sadieb798]

[demonicseries]

tumblr post to Oscar nomination

[rlyehtaxidermist]

one of the best academic paper titles

[rlyehtaxidermist]

for those who don't speak academia: "according to our MRI machine, dead fish can recognise human emotions. this suggests we probably should look at the results of our MRI machine a bit more carefully"

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

I hope everyone realises how incredibly important this dead fish study is. This was SO fucking important.

[imightbeobsessedwithsocks]

I still don’t understand

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

So basically, in the psych and social science fields, researchers would (I don't know if they still do this, I've been out of science for awhile) sling around MRIs like microbiolosts sling around metagenomic analyses. MRIs can measure a lot but people would use them to measure 'activity' in the brain which is like... it's basically the machine doing a fuckload of statistics on brain images of your blood vessels while you do or think about stuff. So you throw a dude in the machine and take a scan, then give him a piece of chocolate cake and throw him back in and the pleasure centres light up. Bam! Eating chocolate makes you happy, proven with MRI! Simple!

These tests get used for all kinds of stuff, and they get used by a lot of people who don't actually know what they're doing, how to interpret the data, or whether there's any real link between what they're measuring and what they're claiming. It's why you see shit going around like "men think of women as objects because when they look at a woman, the same part of their brain is active as when they look at a tool!" and "if you play Mozart for your baby for twenty minutes then their imagination improves, we imaged the brain to prove it!" and "we found where God is in the brain! Christians have more brain activity in this region than atheists!"

There are numerous problems with this kind of science, but the most pressing issue is the validity of the scans themselves. As I said, there's a fair bit of stats to turn an MRI image into 'brain activity', and then you do even more stats on that to get your results. Bennett et. al.'s work ran one of these sorts of experiments, with one difference -- they used a dead salmon instead of living human subjects. And they got positive results. The same sort of experiment, the same methodology, the same results that people were bandying about as positive results. According to the methodology in common use, dead salmon can distinguish human facial expressions. Meaning one of two things:

Dead salmon can recognise human facial expressions. OR

Everyone else's results are garbage also, none of you have data for any of this junk.

I cannot overstate just how many papers were completely fucking destroyed by this experiment. Entire careers of particularly lazy scientists were built on these sorts of experiments. A decent chunk of modern experimental neuropsychology was resting on it. Which shows that science is like everything else -- the best advances are motivated by spite.

[hellyeahrihannafenty]

Tom Holland does Rihanna’s “Umbrella” on Lip Sync Battle

[dr0wnedperfectionist]

I’m literally zendaya reacting like he didn’t have to go that hard and yet..

[coppercorn-and-cauldron]

Must always reblog

[kimmycup]

Sometimes you just need to watch again. Instant serotonin.

[sif-the-tsunami]

I love that his only regret about this is him not having done the routine in heels.

[twicksterart-deactivated2022040]

I wonder if this is what sealed the deal for Zendaya. Cause I get it.

[mishkatelwarriorgoddess]

When I WATCHED this one on tv, y'all!!!!! I loved watching LL’s reaction! I don’t think ANYONE was prepared for it, cuz I know I wasn’t.

And the young man does ballet!!!

[sidepartskinnyjeans-deactivated]

The key thing is he NAILS the routine and does it seriously, it’s not a joke choice. He does it with passion.

[kelsey441]

Completely agree with the above comment. This is what makes it so much better than some of the other performances that people consider good. (I’m particularly thinking of Channing Tatum’s performance here.)

Tom Holland didn’t seem like he was dressing in women’s clothes and dancing like a woman as a lighthearted gag done for laughs. Even if that’s what he intended (I have no idea), once he was out there on that stage, he played it seriously. He went out there and delivered a serious performance. It was intense, and he injected his legitimate (not exaggerated for laughs) sex appeal into the performance.

[wolfsmom1]

He was brilliant.

[phinarei]

Literally every time I watch this I appreciate it more. More comments or more perspective or I just notice something else I didn’t before.

I will never not reblog this.

[lentilswitheverything]

imagine being the choreographer for the show

you’re used to dealing with people like chrissy teigan and serena williams, game for it sure but 0 dance training or experience and not really a performer (although i’ve still not figured out what it is chrissy teigan actually does so many I’m wrong about that? not important)

and then this guy comes up to you and says hey, i’m gonna be on the show. i went to stage school so i have literally no shame or performance anxiety, i’m a trained dancer in ballet tap and modern, i was billy elliot on the west end so you don’t have to worry about me not remembering the routine, and i’m in the best shape of my life because i’m spiderman right now, literally hit me with your absolutely worst i can take it

if i’d been them i’d have fucking burst into tears on the spot

[kinetikatrue]

https://www.insider.com/tom-holland-zendaya-lip-sync-battle-umbrella-oral-history-2021-5

An oral history of Tom Holland's sensational 'Lip Sync Battle' performance

The producers, choreographers, and dancers behind the "Umbrella" and "Singin' in the Rain" mashup explain how it came to be.

[hereforsterekcontent]

Aaaand still in the top 3

[copperbadge]

Now I'm really curious about the broken penis story! Have you posted it before?

I AM GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON. 

The story was originally posted on LiveJournal, but that’s locked down now so I might as well reproduce it here. This was written twenty years ago, so please do go easy on my younger self for the occasional insensitivity. 

***

Gather round, my children. This is the story of the Broken Penis. I swear this is not an April Fool’s joke; it is entirely true, and it happened to me on April Fool’s Day, 2004. (The story, not the broken penis.)

You will have questions. I promise most of them will be answered if you read to the end, including the all important “How do you fracture an appendage which has no bone?” Just…keep reading.

Lo these many years ago I was a graduate student in the theatre. As part of my duties I served as a Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro To Theatre class, taken mostly by people who wanted to fulfill an Arts requirement. GTAs are assigned between 50 and 80 students in a class, and are responsible for grading papers and taking roll on mandatory-attendance days. 

There are always a handful of problem students — students who plagiarize, don’t turn in their work, or disrupt class. I had actually complained in my journal about one student, who hadn’t turned in any work or shown up on any of the mandatory-attendance days. I managed to notify him that we needed to talk, but didn’t hear from him for another week or so. 

On April 1st, he finally came to my office hours. I was prepared to be Stern and Firm, and told we needed to discuss the fact that at this point in the semester it would be impossible for him to get higher than a D in the class. I did ask him what was going on, and he asked if he could close the office door.

Technically this is a big no-no in higher ed, but he seemed anxious enough that I let him. He sat down heavily and told me that he’d suffered a serious injury, and it was affecting his health. He was on a lot of painkillers, and was also having emotional problems. 

“What happened?” I asked. 

“See, I fractured my penis,” he replied. 

A small part of my brain was occupied with wondering what possible polite response exists to that statement. The rest of it felt as if someone had taken off the top of my head and lightly smacked me right on the brain. All I could think was, must not look at it.

“Oh,” I said, feeling like an ass for telling him he was failing a course while he was walking around with a very important part of his anatomy nonfunctional.

“Yeah,” he said, and continued without prompting. Not only was he on painkillers, but soon after the aha, fracture, he walked in on his fiancee having sex with another man — impotence is a side effect of breaking your cock — and he was just plain having issues. 

I suggested a medical withdrawal, after delicately trying to inquire if he had a doctor’s note. He flipped out a little; he insisted he could complete the course, but I told him that it was not in my hands to decide — he’d have to speak to the professor. He seemed satisfied with that and left to go talk to her, and FAST AS I COULD I sent her an email swearing up and down that a boy with a broken penis was coming to talk to her and this was not an April Fool’s prank and please try not to giggle. And then I went and told this story to the entire internet, because, hey, how often does someone you know break their penis? (if you’re wondering, there are about 300 cases per year in the US.)

What is amusing is not so much our conversation, which I don’t recall much of over the haze of OMG BROKEN PENIS WHUT. It’s what came after. 

I wanted to confirm that a Penis Fracture was possible, since well, it hasn’t got a bone, has it? Not in humans anyway. I did some internet research, which left me scarred for life, and confirmed that it is the technical name for a situation in which the long ligaments that make up the penis SNAP IN HALF. It is a very painful injury, but it is also well worthy of lulz, and my girlfriend and I spent our entire lunch hour cracking each other up. Her initial response was, “Does he need a special sling?”

See, the thing is, a fracture of the muscles in the penis can only occur when the penis is erect (thank you Google). I believe the website I found used the phrase “Vigorous sexual activity in unusual positions” to describe how a fracture generally occurs. If the penis slips out during intercourse with the woman on top, and she comes down hard on it, this can also cause a fracture. In fact, my colleague M knows a girl who not only broke her boyfriend’s penis but then, thinking he wasn’t really hurt, tried to make with the funny: “Well, sweetie, if it wasn’t so small this wouldn’t have happened!” 

Yeah, they’re not together anymore.

To return to the point, most men are embarrassed about how they got the injury, and tend to make excuses and tell lies. And these lies? Are even more hilarious. Because apparently the most common cover-up is “I slammed it in a door”. 

Now, I don’t know about you, but slamming your erection in a door kind of implies you were running around somewhere naked where doors were involved, and how could an unusual sexual position possibly be more embarrassing than that? 

Also popular, for god knows what reason, is “I closed a window on it”. And if you think slamming a door on your hard-on is unusual, what the hell were you doing sticking your cock out a window? 

I am telling you, and perhaps we were just tired grad students grabbing joy where we could, but this story kept us happy for days.

And it has a happy ending, of a sort (no sniggering) — he did eventually bring a doctor’s note and medical documentation of his condition, along with several make-up papers, and ended up getting a B in the class. I hope and trust that by now he is healed, and has learned his lesson about erections and windows. Or whatever. 

And that, my best beloveds, is the story of my student’s broken penis.

[voyager-is-my-collective]

I was procrastinating and made star trek themed paper snowflakes heavily inspired by this post

[seepunkrun]

ID: Three photographs of snowflakes cut from white paper and lying on a dark wooden surface flanked by a pair of scissors, a pencil, and a precision cutting tool. Each snowflake is star shaped and has 8 points.

The first snowflake has a repeating pattern with the original Enterprise filling each arm, saucer pointing out. Each ship has a caret shape—like a squished version of the Starfleet symbol—in front of its saucer, and there’s a cluster of small stars at the snowflake’s center, and an arrow between each ship.

The second has the Starfleet symbol in each arm, plus some arrows surrounding a large star at its center, making a pleasing geometrical pattern.

The third snowflake has Voyager in each arm, flying away from the center, and the ship with its big oval saucer takes up most of the space, leaving only a little room in the center for some tiny stars, one arrow between each ship, and a flat, thin caret shape in front of the saucers.

END ID.

[punchholesinthesky]

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

[styloff]

🎉🎉🎉

[dadvans]

Once you’ve been to Cambodia, you’ll never stop wanting to beat Henry Kissinger to death with your bare hands. You will never again be able to open a newspaper and read about that treacherous, prevaricating, murderous scumbag sitting down for a nice chat with Charlie Rose or attending some black-tie affair for a new glossy magazine without choking. Witness what Henry did in Cambodia – the fruits of his genius for statesmanship – and you will never understand why he’s not sitting in the dock at The Hague next to Milošević.

- anthony bourdain, who is probably smiling down from heaven on henry kissinger’s cold, dead body

[xiaq]

Me, reading the Kissinger headlines:

Me, finding Rolling Stone's article:

[mockiatoh]

My biggest frustration with the left has always been the inability/unwillingness to work on making progress inside of the system while advocating for greater change.

I remember the first time I came to this realization.

I was nineteen, pregnant. We couldn’t afford to heat the house because we couldn’t afford the deposit to turn the gas on. It was miserably cold. The duplex we were renting was old and rickety and drafty. The window frames were messed up and there were cracks you could stick your finger through that were open to the elements.

Just, like, to give you an idea where we were financially. And this was better than we’d been doing before!

Anyway, I had recently started going to DSA meetings. And that month, they were talking about how a moderate democrat had successfully gotten a small increase in WIC benefits monthly. It came out to, like, $10 a month.

The members talking—mostly male, almost all doing decent—were scornful. The democrat should have pushed harder and gotten more, refused to accept anything until everyone else caved to their demands. I remember sitting there, quietly drinking the latte in the smallest size they had that I had bought with scrounged quarters, listening. Wishing it wasn’t held in an indie coffee shop because it was a luxury I really couldn’t afford, but it would be rude not to. Enjoying the coffee anyway.

I was one of the lucky ones who was getting that additional $10 a month through WIC. Even more exciting, we were now getting a voucher for the farmers’ market. I casually mentioned that WIC recipients would now be getting farmers’ market vouchers, too.

The guy who organized the meetings was a hard worker, passionate guy. Did something in tech.

He was like, “That’s the thing! These people don’t want farmers market vouchers. They want—” and he went on to describe a bunch of pie in the sky desires. That, yeah, sounded good.

But one. I was one of those people! A lot if the tamiles were super excited about it, myself included.

I had never been to a farmers’ market before. I tried arugula for the first time, a piece pulled from a bunch by the grower as he explained the flavor difference. I hadn’t known before then that different lettuce greens had different flavors, that it was more than just the texture and shape. I tried pesto, which delighted me. Goat cheese. I got three full pounds of strawberries for two dollars, since they were closing soon and the old man selling the berries got a kick out of me.

Anyway. It was like, you have a decent life. Not great but decent! The things that are life changing for me, for us… you already have.

The ten dollars at the grocery store made the difference between a meal of broken-noodles-with-some-half-horrible-pantry-scraps and a meal. It kept me full and healthy! And the additional farmers’ market voucher was world changing for me.

The democrat who worked for those things barely got them through. And it was means tested to hell and back. They weren’t able to get everything they wanted. But what they got made such a huge difference for me, for people like me.

[reginaldqueribundus]

the Federation itself as a concept is so funny because the founding members are

the Vulcans, who have been friends with humanity for years but don't seem to actually like them all that much, instead regarding them with a sort of perverse fascination usually reserved for virology labs

the Andorians, who were fighting the Vulcans for like a hundred years

the Tellarites, who don't like any of these people and whose cultural trait is arguing, and

humans, whom nobody knew existed until last century when they shot themselves into space on a heavily modified nuke, invented world peace and won a fight with the nearest imperial superpower

like imagine you're the Romulan Empire and these weird monkeys who've barely figured out interstellar travel show up on your doorstep in the equivalent of a shipping container with missiles strapped to it, kick your ass in front of everybody, and then start a friendship club with 3 of your neighbours who all hated each others' guts until like a year ago. now I understand why every Romulan on the show is so angry

[queer-is-future-deactivated2025]

so when straight people ask me why I say I’m “queer” or “gay” instead of sharing my actual identity as a panromantic demisexual non-binary sapphic queer I just tell them “ok look, when you’re talking to someone who isn’t local and they ask you where you’re from and you either say the name of the largest city nearby or ‘town name, suburb of large nearby city’ so they can get some geographical context of where you’re located right, bc they’re probably not going to know the name of the little town you actually live in.”

but if you’re talking to a local you can say the name of your actual town bc they have a greater chance of knowing where/what that is.

ok well when I’m talking to a straight person I start with queer bc chances are they aren’t as familiar with the context of all the little towns in that big queer city and need gps (gay positioning system) to find me.

if I’m talking to another queer person and I say I live in a suburb of gay city in a town called panromantic on the demisexual side of the tracks which is in the county of queer and I live off the intersection of non-binary and sapphic, they’d probably be able to find me with little to no problems, make sense?

[newtsfrogstoads]

Going from being an introverted lurker on reddit to trying to post my own stuff here is so wild. I keep typing out a post, deleting it, then retyping because I think it's not good enough but then I look at other posts and why am I so worried?

It's like I'm at a fancy Italian restaurant and keep glancing around the room to see which hand people use to pick up the forks. But then I realize that everyone is shoveling spaghetti into their mouths using their bare hands and I'm like ah okay so I'm clearly overthinking this

[newtsfrogstoads]

This restaurant is absolute chaos and I'm giving it 5 stars

[gyudons]

a sequence of Events. not crosby. not mcdavid. just one nhl player with no “reputation” and everything to lose.

[shrewreadings]

Link to the USA Today article: this is certainly For The Win.

The NHL is reversing its spineless Pride Tape ban and it’s all thanks to Travis Dermott

Hockey fans have Travis Dermott to thank for the NHL backing down on its Pride Tape ban.

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Oh, this is incredible.

Improv swing dance to a Todrick Hall song?

And they killed it!

*thanks to the people who pointed out my oops

[in-mutual-weirdness]

Tags from @ghostwriterofthemachine

[ishipallthings]

The wonderful @hellogarbagetime drew this amazing commission for me - the Motorcycle scene from Place Your Bets by RurouniHime (@thegertie), which is one of my favorite fics ever that everyone should check out, full of identity porn and pining goodness :) 

LOOK HOW GORGEOUS THE BOYS LOOK, THANK YOU ERICA <333