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𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘞𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵? 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘺 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. -𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘗𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘨 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯, 1990.
Ray Bradbury’s short story “There Will Come Soft Rains” that was written in 1950 is set on the day of August 4th, 2026 (tomorrow)!! Now’s your chance to read it around the time it’s based in!
Audio: A recording of Leonard Nimoy reading it on Internet Archive.
Text: A PDF version.
Graphic Novel: On Internet Archive.
Mara Jade: *is hissing murder kitten*
Luke: .....I can fix her.
Something neuroscience-y that helps with prose: attention is selective. A character will not notice everything in a room. They will notice what matters to their goal, fear, desire, training, wound, or obsession. A jealous character notices hands. a hungry character notices food. A soldier notices exits. A lonely character notices pairs. Description becomes character when attention has a bias.
What helped me write trauma better is remembering that the nervous system learns predictions. If danger used to come after quiet, calm can feel threatening. If kindness used to come with a price, kindness can feel suspicious. So healing is not just “they know they’re safe now.” Healing is the slow, annoying, deeply unfair process of teaching the body that the old prediction is not always the present truth.
my friend's discord server has a "proof of touch grass" channel where they post pics of them doing regular activities outdoors/in public. i think many online spaces could benefit from such a thing
when i was super depressed - like struggling to eat anything barely able to get out of bed to pee depressed - my good friend asked me every day to send her a picture of me holding a leaf and a picture of a meal i was eating and it helped me significantly
(also, she was never judgey - if my meal was a single potato chip she would simply say good job eating a potato chip today <3 )
which is to say, i agree proof of touch grass is a good idea for online spaces
This kinda required my brain a bit
In fifth grade a boy tried to impress me by swallowing a whole tadpole live and I punched him so hard that he puked and the tadpole was fine.
I kept it in a terrarium and it became a normal 🐸 despite everything. About a year afterward (I thought) it died, so I sadly put it in a shoebox in the shed until the ground thawed enough for a proper funeral but when that day came I opened the box and the frog was fine.
This is funnier than anything I have ever said.
This post is to Easter what a Geiger counter is to radiation.
I see it’s *looks at smudged writing on hand* Lent again.
Not to be crazy about the star wars legends books or anything, but there is something so important about the fact that Han Solo was succeeding in the Imperial Navy before he met Chewie. It's important because he could have made ascending through the ranks his goal. He could have kept his head down, had a good salary, and a good life. All he needed to do was turn a blind eye to the atrocities of the Empire, as so many before him had done.
But he can't do it. He can't turn a blind eye. He rescues Chewie not because he has authority problems or because Chewie can do something for him, but because slavery is wrong, and Han knows this, and he refuses to be complicit even if it ruins his own life.
And it does ruin his life! He gets blacklisted from any respectable shipping jobs! He has to turn to crime and smuggling again, even though he fought so hard to get out of it and go legit!
Even with those consequences, he still wants to refuse Chewie's Life Debt. Because he didn't do it for personal gain, he did it because of his principles, because he's a good man.
It's my cat's birthday (anniversary of me getting him) so I told him the story of his life while petting him real good
Highlights include:
For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.
Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.
Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.
I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.
I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.
Now you've lived with me for five years. Five is like the number of toe beans on one of your feet. When I clip your nails five is when we're halfway done. But we're hopefully not even halfway done with how long we get to be together. I'm gonna have to figure out new ways to help you count.
Actually I've decided this is a poem
Every time I get an Audible credit I rush off to check if I can use it to preorder Starfighters of Adumar. But I've already preordered it, and Isard's Revenge too. So stinking excited to finally have unabridged audio for SofA. Funniest book in the EU!
“It's not fair.” The little ghost kicks impotently at the chalk lines around her feet. “I ain't done nothing.”
I nod, setting down my chalk and spellbook. “It does sound like there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding.”
“She took against me, that's what happened,” the dead girl says with a scowl. She looks about fourteen, round faced and spotty, with whisps of brown hair peaking out from under her mob-cap. Her face and her crossed arms have a tell-tale bluish tinge to them. A cholera death.
“I been here for don't know how long and never gave any trouble. Nobody ever complained about me 'till her.”
…well, that's not strictly true.
Number 12, Barclay Street has been attracting rumours of haunting since the mid nineteenth century.
Sounds of faint singing and crying in the corridors at night. Cold spots. Doors that open and close by themselves. Animals acting strangely. Harmless, mid to low-level stuff, typical for a bored teenage poltergeist.
Still, pointing that out isn't likely to achieve much, and certainly the most recent complaints of blood running down the walls, screams in the dark and paralysing night terrors seem distinctly out of character.
The ghost toes the chalk again, more tentatively this time. It stays resolutely unbroken.
She could get out if she wanted to. I'm not one of those assholes who brings out their full arsenal of wards and sigils for a first meeting with a level 2 spectre. The summoning circle will keep her in one place for as long as I need her to talk, but it wouldn't hold for a moment if she really fought against it.
I take it as a good sign that she's still here. Pouting or not, she's clearly willing to work with me.
“None of the others could do this,” she says. “None of 'em even saw me.” She looks up. “Are you here to exise me?”
“Exorcise,” I say instinctively, and curse myself when she flinches. “Sorry, no, no! I don't exorcise people from their homes without good reason, not if they're happy where they are.”
“I was happy. Till she started calling in all them ghost hunters.”
Mrs Delaney had been quite persistent in her attempts to 'fix' her haunted house. Most of the people she found were charlatans, of course, but I'd still arranged an appointment as fast as I could once word reached me. It wouldn't have been long before she happened upon somebody with Talent, and unfortunately not everybody in this field knows how to behave like a professional.
“I think we might be able to help each other,” I say, careful to keep my voice calm and level.
“Don't see how. Not unless you can exorcise Her.”
“Not quite what I had in mind.” I pull out my phone and scroll through my photos. “You say that you're not the cause of the most recent incidents of paranormal activity?”
A pause. The ghost gnaws on her lip. I wait, patiently, keeping my body language open and nonthreatening. “I… I knocked her coffee cup over,” she admits at last. “She was being mean and talking on her telephone, saying I done all these things when I never did! So I decided to show her what I could do if I wanted.”
“Hmm.” The ghost eyes me nervously, as if expecting me to pull out a book, bell and candle and banish her on the spot.
“I only tipped it,” she adds. “I didn't break it or nothing!”
“You shouldn't have touched it at all,” I say sternly. “But… I can appreciate that you were frustrated, so let's say no more about it.”
The ghost looks relieved.
“My point is,” I continue, “if you weren't the one making blood rain from the ceiling or tormenting people in their sleep, then what was? There's no other ghosts on the property.” I find the picture I was looking for. “You can get anywhere around the house, right? Including behind the furniture and in the backs of cupboards?”
“Yes'm.”
I hold the phone up so that she can see the picture on the screen. “I'm going to let you go free in a moment, and I need you to see if you can find anything that looks like this.”
The ghost wrinkles her forehead. “What's that when it's at home?”
“Black mould,” I say, reaching out a foot to break the binding circle. “And I'm pretty sure it's the cause of this haunting.”
Leia and Han by artist Alice X. Zhang
Frank Paur - Gargoyles
New Gargoyles comic coming out next month!
For anyone wondering, the PhD student's name is Myra Cheng.
Here's a link to an article about the study from the Stanford Report: link.
Across three preregistered studies, participants interacting with sycophantic AI became more convinced of their own rightness and less willing to repair relationships. Yet at the same time, participants rated sycophantic AI models as higher quality, more trustworthy, and more desirable for future use, which may explain why this behavior has persisted despite its harmful impacts.
Myra Cheng et al. "Sycophantic AI decreases prosocial intentions and promotes dependence." Science 391, eaec8352 (2026).
Are YOU gonna let THE GOVERNMENT tell YOU what YOUR GENDER is? That doesn't sound like Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness to me! PROTECT your individual FREEDOMS and call your senator: we want the GOVERNMENT to stay OUT OF OUR PANTS! GENDER FREEDOM NOW!
Two men in your neighborhood are married... to EACH OTHER? Congratulate them for exercising their AMERICAN RIGHT to follow the footsteps of our FOUNDING FATHERS! They've got a fully AMERICAN spirit of FREEDOM and REBELLION! GOD BLESS THE USA.
Your coworker has a different RELIGION from yours? Well, that's just INTERESTING and you should talk about it on your UNION-APPROVED LUNCH BREAK. The UNITED STATES OF AMERICA was FOUNDED on Freedom of Religion and ANYONE should be allowed to seek the AMERICAN DREAM!
You think someone might be in this GREAT country ILLEGALLY? NO YOU DON'T! No one is in this country illegally! The minute anyone steps on our SOVEREIGN SOIL they're your FELLOW AMERICAN and where they come from is NO ONES BUSINESS.
it's funny yeah, but guys this is actually how you reach the people who prefer these terms to frame all things Good and Correct.
Watching Lois and Clark with two old FoLC friends tonight, after a day spent with lots of friends and food. We're on Virtually Destroyed so we even have some fireworks. Happy FoLC 4th 😆
This has been rattling in my skull for a while~
AAAAAAAAAAAA They’re so cute it’s killing me!!
This is my Mona Lisa! My masterpiece!
I saw a post a Twitter that I HAD to draw with the gargoyles
Here’s it is ⬇️
(My fave carry is Goliath and Bronx but honestly I love them all lol I am very biased)
