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I love when there's a Creature
This is me. I will not be taking any further questions at this time.
so christopher nolan drilled into an active historical site to rig a scene, dumped a bunch of plastic skeletons into the ocean with no plan to fish them out, and ruined an actual Viking ship on loan from sweden and refuses to pay for damages. all for that garbage movie.
Swedish nonprofit alleges cost to repair replica was $6,000 but Universal – which made $264m on film’s opening weekend – has not stumped up
Concerns about prop disposal as filming on new Nolan film comes to a close | www.italianinsider.it
looking for a news outlet to pick up the archeologist drama over this but you can google the practical effects used for the cyclops and find the pictures pretty easily
Despite Morocco’s hopes that its film industry would reap rewards, the blockbuster’s success will be tainted by controversy surrounding film
and it gets even worse
I can't fuck with people who are fundamentally uncurious.
I also can't fuck with people who are fundamentally unkind.
They're playing daft punk at the sonic
Apparently Eva Stratt at the end of the movie on the ship had a prison tattoo on her neck that meant something along the lines of "life without parole." So, parallel to Grace and Rocky's adventure, there was a whole subplot where Eva Stratt
- Was eventually trialed by governments of the world as a scapegoat and sent to prison
- She somehow BROKE out of said prison and currently commandeers a rogue paramilitary faction of Project Hail Mary loyalists who believe in her over world governments, who presumably are still hunting her down
- She currently is on the run and staying mobile on an ice breaker ship like some kind of james bond villain base (but you know, good) while STILL working on project hail mary the whole time
- Her rogue loyalist faction controlled enough resources they could go to space and collect the beetles Grace had sent. Alternatively, it was the world government that collected the beetles, and Stratt had a whole ass heist movie to steal them, which is why she had the little xenonite figure at the end of the movie. Either ways she was running circles around them.
Absolutely insane. Never piss off a history major
CHARLES 😭😭
"When mankind gathers on that final day And faces pale from fear of reckoning, I'll hold your love in the palm of my hand, And I will say, 'By this I'm saved or damned.'"
-#774: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi, Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988). Translated by Zara Houshmand
This comment was left on a post about making the most of the Libby app. "Excessive use of generous lending policies" is the most absurd phrase I've ever seen anyone use to discuss libraries.
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Everyone go make excessive use of your local library's generous lending policies to borrow my books and read them for free. Thank you libraries.
Yes, please, particularly in the UK and Ireland where I get remunerated through the Public Lending Right scheme, set up by activist lesbian socialists to make sure writers earn money when their texts are borrowed from libraries.
LETS BRING BACK 1337 SPEAK
why do i even try
I THoUGHT YOU MEANT THE YEAR
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Happy ten years of being so old no one knows what 1337 is
it is like talking to a fucking g3n13 with you people
So my ears are finally stretched enough to wear the earrings I bought a month and a half ago, and I'm very excited.
Update: I lost one before I could turn this from a draft into a post lmao
So my ears are finally stretched enough to wear the earrings I bought a month and a half ago, and I'm very excited.
Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.
And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.
It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.
when I was in high school, I overheard two older students talking about a friend of theirs.
One of them said something like, "it doesn't bother me that [Friend] was in residential mental health treatment, I just wish they wouldn't talk about it ALL the time".
The other replied, "Well, that was all of last year for them. So when they say 'when I was in treatment,' it's like when you say 'last year'."
I try to remember that any time someone says something that sounds Shocking to me. sometimes one person's scary special crisis is another person's last year.
If you want to be accepting of mental illness, you need to accept the fact that some people's everyday lives are going to be terrifying to you. That doesn't mean they don't get to talk about it. Stop forcing hurt, isolated people to become even MORE hurt and isolated because you can't fathom toughening up a bit.
LGBT activists have been vocal about intersex issues for several decades, because establishing the legal right to bodily autonomy for intersex persons is basically inseparable from establishing the right of trans persons to that same legal autonomy over their own bodies. many intersex persons prefer not to be grouped together with LGBT causes; however, the vast majority of LGBT activists would agree that performing "corrective" surgery on intersex infants - to force them to adhere to a largely fictional gender binary - is pretty fucking evil.
[Image IDs: a series of tweets from #EndIntersexSurgery (@/ Pidgejen) reading: Anyways, let's start with what I thought I once knew about myself. When I was 18, I discovered I wasn't like other girls. My medical records read "male pseudo-hermaphrodite 46 XY" & other BS terminology that pathologized my healthy/beautiful intersex body.
I discovered then that I had been diagnosed with partial androgen insensitivity syndrome (PAIS); my XY body couldn't fully utilize androgens (like T) and so I developed mostly like a typical female person externally.
For me, this meant I had a somewhat "ambiguous" looking body (aka a non-binary body) and the doctors performed 3 unnecessary cosmetic surgeries to make me look more like a "normal girl"
(peanut emoji) gonadectomy (scissors emoji) Clitorectomy (kitchen knife emoji) vaginoplasty
Not to mention, they lied to me about All Of This and then forced me to take Premarin (a low does of estrogen made from extracting the hormone from a pregnant mare's urine (horse face emoji, crying face emoji)
Anyways, I got in touch with a new endocrinologist recently thanks to my therapist at @/ RuchMedical who suggested I see him.
He did something no other doctor had ever done. He asked me if he could see my medical records, all of them, and then took time to read of them.
He even reached out to other experts in his field when he was confused by something.
Wow, We love humility in medicine.
Anyways, he ended up suspecting something is up and that perhaps my PAIS diagnosis is wrong.
He then orders me a genetic (dna emoji) test. Thanks to covid it took almost half a year to get the results, but a month or so ago I got them back.
Turns out, I don't have PAIS. I actually have something else known as NR-5A1. Now this is big news mostly because 1. It supports my thesis that docs who deal with intersex kids don't know shit...
And 2. P/AIS intersex folks are believed to not be able to utilize androgens and wo we're often only given estrogen (never T), forcibly "feminized" with fucked up "cosmetic" surgeries, and forcibly assigned female.
Doing what they did to me was fucked up enough, but now realizing that they didn't even have the diagnosis right—and that I *can* utilize androgens—is fucking infuriated beyond belief.
We need to #EndIntersexSurgery y'all like yesterday. /End IDs]
This is what the average YouTube thumbnail looks like now
spent too long on this
Reminder to you and everyone you follow: back up your devices. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Now.
I back my computer up every six months and was planning to this week. I procrastinated by a day, and my SSD corrupted* — I lost six months of photos, including old photos of my life from now-deleted tumblr post, thousands of words of my writing, and game save files (luckily I emailed my two main Minecraft worlds to a friend last week so I only lost a few days of work). Not to mention that now my Windows will be up-to-date, 2½ years further ahead than mine had been. I'm going to have to battle ai back when I get my computer.
If you make a lot of art, back your work up way more often.
Please.
*Also, maybe don't download exports of any of your blogs, even small ones. That's what corrupted my drive. Literally and directly.
I feel pretty uncomfortable telling people not to take exports of their blogs, though I'm sorry that happened to you. Backing up and backing up your backups is a very good idea, though!
You think you don't need to do it right now; this is the devil talking.
I said for years I needed to back up all my baby photos and videos. Then my house burned down, and I have no evidence of my childhood whatsoever. I now spray fully formed like Athena during the advent of social media.
Back it up now. Do it for me, please. Do it for all the memories I have lost. Don't live with the regret I have.