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Ray Bradburyās short story āThere Will Come Soft Rainsā that was written in 1950 is set on the day of August 4th, 2026 (tomorrow)!! Nowās your chance to read it around the time itās based in!
Audio: A recording of Leonard Nimoy reading it on Internet Archive.
Text: A PDF version.
Graphic Novel: On Internet Archive.
recently saw ppl discuss whether they put their medicines in a kitchen cabinet or a bathroom cabinet and i was shocked by the fact that many ppl said kitchen cabinet. so now i need you to reblog this and say where you keep yours
Kitchen cabinet for meds multiple people use (like ibuprofen) and bathroom for more personalized meds!
And then thereās me, who keeps them in her bag because Iāll forget otherwise.
Lascaux Cave, Montignac, Dordogne region, France,
Lascaux Cave is famous for its exceptionally well-preserved Palaeolithic paintings.
The cave, discovered in 1940, features over 600 painted and drawn figures, primarily animals like horses, deer, and bison, as well as nearly 1,500 engravings.Ā
The paintings, dating back to around 17,000 to 15,000 BCE, are considered some of the finest examples of prehistoric art.
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as āproblematicā in class and our professor was like, āThatās cool, but āproblematicā doesnāt really mean anything. It means that the thing youāre describing has a problem, and in and of itself thatās not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else itās not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like youāre trying to say that this is bad, but you donāt want to say ābad.ā Is that right?ā
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the ābadā thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, āIām uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.ā
Once we stopped calling things āproblematicā and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, āthatās racistā or āthatās misogynisticā or āew capitalism grossā out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, āUhhh... Iām not sure whatās so bad?ā and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I canāt help but think of this professor being like, āGood starting point, now letās get specific.ā I think when we have to commit to saying āthatās ___ā it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever weāre claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes itās art, and it should be full of problems, because thatās what art is.
#'this is present in the text' is often a good first step #but those second and third ones (naming it; describing its function) are vital (via @elucubrare)
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My grandfather passed away rather unexpectedly a couple of weeks ago. We are devastated and trying to get our bearings, and I think weāve decided that we arenāt going to stay here. This house, this land, this town. The memories are too painful, the yard is difficult for us to maintain on our own, and weāre just tired. Tired of this place.
To be honest, Iām not even sure we will stay in the state. The family I have left doesnāt want to be here anymore either. Itās difficult finding reasons to remain here now.
But
If you asked me to stay, I would.
in 2026 letās start actually noticing and taking seriously the true scale and impact of jkrs transmisogyny and how sheās been funneling decades of royalties and ip owner cash directly into anti trans lobbying thats been making the uk hell while gradually worsening conditions elsewhere through impacting the zeitgeist
[ID: tumblr tags reading #she effectively venmo'd a known hate group 70000 usd equivalent on a whim #she personally bankrolled the political campaign to keep Scotland from gaining independence over their intention to legalize(?) trans people #she started HER OWN hate group last year which intends to "protect" women and girls from having their "autism exploited" by trans activists #she used to slip off Forbes' richest person list bc she gave so much money away #she hasn't slid position in YEARS because she has started entrenching herself in transphobic investment funds effectively #she's worth some shit like 1.2B now because of that #she has explicitly stated that engaging with - even on a fandom only level - her works makes her money that she then uses to do all of this #we cannot just let people remain ignorant to the damage she is intentionally doing #and we cannot let people forget that she got her bc she befriended an echo chamber of radfems who never criticized her in order to do this #do not let that shit slide. End ID.]
The most terrifying part of having memory issues is when you can feel something from 5 seconds ago be thrown out the window and there's an empty hole where it once was. You remember that you forgot something.
Today a girl at work asked me if I was republican and I said omg no. Then I said ā¦do I look like?? And she said kinda!
I would much rather be profiled as gay than as a republican. Better a faggot than a fascist
I went to a walk for peace a couple of months ago. One of the other people there had a sweater that said ābetter a faggot than a fascistā and Iām here for it.
Utah has had some MAJOR rebellious vibes recently. Weāve been loud.
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Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).
Iām sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.
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In the D&D campaign I'm running with my wife's siblings, one of them learned about how trolls regenerate within minutes of any damage not caused by fire or acid, and then asked why people don't just like. Cage them and eat them, forever. Why there aren't troll meat dungeons in the king's castle as a safeguard against sieges or famines.
And you know, I thought it was a fair question, so I said that if you eat enough troll meat, you start getting troll-y. And then I went further and just treated it like troll flesh is a general contaminant - if you eat enough troll, you'll turn into a troll, but if you bury enough dead troll flesh in a forest, the trees will start growing in strange ways, and will scream and heal and bleed when you hit them with axes.
I liked this idea. So as we played further, I just played around with the idea of Troll Origins, and I came up with something sort of like the Odyssey, but instead stealing Helios's cattle, it was Hathor's, and the horrible, awful, unending immortality was her curse of the army that pillaged her lands. A god of healing does not condemn you to die, she condemns you to live.
And then I got this fun idea for maybe the king that led the army is still kind of alive in the troll taint. Like a sort of literal fisher king. The kingdom is sick because he is, literally, the kingdom. The trees that bleed, bleed his blood and their screams are his screams. He is both the faintly green bear running down the mountain and the faintly green deer and there is no way past this without suffering. He is the entire ecosystem, and he eats nothing but himself and he dreams nothing but death and yet still, on and on and on and on, he lives.
Anyway they're traveling next session so I'm throwing this shit at them. I already have some gross ideas for like. Describing everything like it's a body (flowers red as blood, white as bone, pink as meat, grass fine as hair) then finally throwing horrible living things at them. Trees that grow eyeballs that turn and stare at them, or flowers with teeth instead of petals and trolls that speak in long dead tongues about how they wish they'd never tried to rob a god.
Anyway I'm passing this on because this is my new troll lore and I want it to become canonized in the way that all D&D lore becomes canonized: By having eople read it and go "oh, neat" then start doing that too.
Like two years ago I ran into a salamander biologist in the woods who complimented my ability to 'walk quietly in the forest while causing minimal disturbance to the leaf litter.' Still goes to my head.
I wish more people understood that you can have hard limits and boundaries when it comes to fictional content you enjoy without insinuating that anyone who doesn't share similar opinions is some kind of freak/pervert/monster.
when people say my name im like. Ā cant believe i exist
