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Nov 15 Zhu Yilong Studio: “Ideals adorn his attire, an ephemeral and profound art, in harmony with every hallowed frame. Actor Zhu Yilong is honored to grace the grand finale of the 2025 China Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Film Festival”
the more i watch star trek tos, the more it becomes abundantly clear that the reason why modern trek doesnt get kirk at all is because they dont utilise mccoy nearly as much anymore
in modern trek, they always present the idea of logic vs emotion, with spock being logic and kirk being emotion, but thats not how tos has it. in tos, the logic vs emption debate is spock vs mccoy. kirk is supposed to be the mediator between the two, sometimes siding with one side over the other, sometimes finding a middle ground between the two. thats why hes the captain, hes able to see all angles and pick the best course
when you make kirk the emotional one, it completely breaks the format, because 9 time out of 10, it means kirk has to be correct. theres no more balance
mccoy is just as important to tos as spock is, and while i do understand why spock is as popular as he is, without mccoy, the show doesnt work. you need them both. kirk spock and mccoy are the three leads of the show, and removing one requires you to change the others, which is whats happened to kirk
some of you are mentally unwell bc your reusable water bottle is filled with black mold go wash that shit
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hi i was drinking mold all my freshman year and got the most sick ive ever been in my life here's good ways to avoid that shit:
number one rule is get stainless steel shit. stainless steel water bottle stainless steel straw, you dont want that rubber plastic etc shit it grows mold like a mf. turns out that was the main culprit of what happened to me, my reusable water bottle was plastic and it didn't matter how much i let it soak or cleaned it out.
get this either if you can or can't afford the stainless steel stuff and just be really on cleaning it; staw cleaner looks like this:
and get one its mammas the bottle cleaner for your cup:
this one is 3 dollars you get soap in there and spin this shit around and push it up and down and the mold will be begging for mercy
My additional piece of advice: get a pack of denture cleaning tablets. These are especially good if you use your bottle for anything other than water (squash, coffee etc) or if you’ve got a built in straw with awkward curvy bits.
You put that tablet in the bottle, add hot water, let it fizz and soak for a bit and hey presto, any stains or discolouration or weird little crevices are suddenly removed of their hidden nasty bits.
My niece kept saying her water bottle tasted weird, and she washed it and washed it, and then me and my mum were like GIVE IT HERE and we put a denture tablet in it and added the straw to it and it started fizzing up the straw and all this black gunk started coming out the weird curvy bits of the fitted straw like a Coke-mentos experiment.
It’ll taste slightly minty unless you rinse rinse rinse rinse rinse rinse but that’s not a terrible thing, and let’s face it, denture tablets are for cleaning dentures so, you know, designed to clean things that go in mouths.
Anyway: wash your water bottles! Wash your flasks! More often than you think you need to!! Keep denture tablets in the cupboard!!
#google translate does not capture the tone switch so i have to say. first two sentences are like. normal maybe kind of feminine posting tone #& the last is like. shounen manga protagonist. action movie hero. jojo's bizarre adventure character. #the tone you would use if you were holding a gun with the safety off (– @chadlesbianjasontodd)
Basically, a translation could be:
I just think it's so interesting that people end up falling in love with their friends' boyfriends! I absolutely despise every single one of them. give me my fucking homie back you goddamn bastard
translation tags by @minothtime because they are so so good
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Cardboard and glue era
String era
Shape and paint era
Light!
Didn't take any pictures of wiring all the test bottles, rest assured it was boring as hell and no i dont know how many there are. There's also glass beads!
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This can't be fucking real oh my god.
The British actor, who also appeared in Merlin and Little Britain, died of complications from pneumonia.
Oh no. Oh God. This one fucking hurts.
WHAT THE FUCK
I think. Perhaps. Given what we saw in Rapport. It might be worth considering that ART continually oversteps in its relationship with Murderbot not because it's trying to be an asshole, but because it is not used to being treated as an actual authority figure. Like. ART has to carry around crew members it doesnt like. It has to play nice and dumb with corporates. Iris thinks of it as her younger sibling. I think there's a significant chance part of why ART is SO demanding and SO selfish when Murderbot first meets it is that's how it makes space for itself. It barges into conversations to remind people that it's there, hi, im in the room with you too. It takes things without asking because asking gets you told no. Its not going to play nice and pretend to be a normal bot pilot around its crew, it has to do that enough already. So its pushy, and it oversteps, because it's used to having to fight to be heard. ART isn't good at talking to bots, because its so used to having to jostle with humans for autonomy that it inadvertently steamrolls people who don't fight back.
It fucks up its first meeting with Murderbot because it isnt expecting Murderbot to perceive it as not only a threat but a superior. A lot of the conflict in their relationship, fact, comes from the fact that Murderbot doesn't see them as equals but ART does. And ART does hold a lot of power over Murderbot, but all the times it fucks up in their relationship aren't from trying to abuse that power but from being unaware (or willfully ignorant) of how that power imbalance affects it. I think ART knows it asks for too much, but it assumes that it needs to to end up with what it actually wants. Murderbot takes everything it says at face value, and ART is clearly getting better over the course of their relationship at not making demands just for the sake of asserting its agency. ART very clearly does not want Murderbot to meekly go along with everything it says. It's not acting the way it does because it expects compliance, but because it refuses to be compliant itself.
I understand that you get food where you get food, but it is off-putting when they ask for your income information and then pray over you at food banks.
Okay what the hell? Sorry to reblog but this just pisses me off. What the HELL does praying over someone accomplish besides shaming them and virtue signaling for yourself?
Like, I'm a Christian so I get praying for someone. Personally I would love to be prayed for right now (the shutdown has affected my family pretty badly), but not while I'm at the food bank! Like there's already a ton of indignities you suffer going to the food bank. I, personally, have experienced expired food, being given food I can't eat with no option to exchange it, limits to the number of times I visit each month (2 days of food for a WHOLE MONTH), and having to give my paystubs over to even receive food.
People don't realize how hard it is to be broke. Everyone polices you to make sure you're Truly Worthy of being helped. We don't need to make that worse by performing religion in a way unasked for by the person that only serves to humiliate them and belittle their struggles (trust me -- if prayer alone could fix this, you wouldn't be at the food bank).
Pray with your actions, not your mouth -- hand over the food. Make sure it's not expired and it's something they can eat, and make sure they know you're here to help and they can come again if they need it.
Being a good Christian is not that hard, but all talk no action isn't going to cut it.
Also-- donate money to the food banks! Getting that sweet, sweet fresh produce and meat and milk will go so much further than 2 cans of kidney beans and tomato soup. And for the love of all things good, DON'T donate expired food.
Lately, ive been inventorying some of my grievances against the church I grew up with. At the time, it seemed awesome that we had a clear mission of feeding the hungry and housing the unhoused. We ran a soup kitchen and a shelter and a warming center.
There was a free breakfast on Sundays if you attended the church service. This seemed reasonable to me because we lived in a very Christian town. I was 16ish at this time, didnt know many people outside of school and church.
Then we took a trip to another church in another city that had a similar mission. They fed the hungry, ran a shelter, and did language tutoring for immigrant children.
If the kids were there on Friday, then we would be taking a field trip to the museum.
But these kids were Muslim, and they go to mosque on Fridays.
This put a really sour taste in my mouth and it colored how I view missionary work as a whole. So when I get back to my city and I get back to volunteering at our shelter, I start thinking about how many people in my city were going hungry because they weren't Christian and didnt want to have to pretend to be Christian to get a free meal.
Probably more than I initially thought. Begin my opinions on colonization.
I then learn about some shelters and missions that actively discourage people from going to non-Christian food banks and some other shady stuff and im like... I can't be the only person who thinks this is weird.
So fast forward. I'm now volunteering for a nonprofit that runs a 'no-questions-asked' food pantry. This project was started because some of our members are food insecure and the local 'resource ministry' makes you submit income information and prays over you, so they wanted options that were a touch less humiliating. We have a little white board on the side of it where people can make suggestions for what to add.
And what do i see?
Someone had erased everything that was on the board (it was a pretty full list last week) and written in a request for information about that resource ministry.
It could be innocent. It could be nothing! It could be that someone truly wants information about that place. Though- they are literally everywhere, it would be hard to not know about them.
However- did you have to erase... all of it? I was there doing inventory and checking expiration dates so we could put in an order, but we're going to have to guess.
Anything that does good is doing good. But after looking through my relationship with Christian orgs somewhat carefully, I got that sour taste again.
I hate the sense that we're competing. What i will probably do is put a copy of our resource guide out instead because it also has... where you can get free clothes and stuff.
But.
I am always finding pamphlets and business cards and tracts in our little pantry and its very frustrating that even when we make intentional secular spaces- guess what! Jesus is here anyways. If you want free food, you have to deal with Jesus.
If you believe that good things come from Christ, then the mission is the food itself. You, the person giving the food, should not be proseletyzing to the person who is hungry. The message is in the kindness. This is what I was always taught! You do good things and then maybe someone else does good things because kindness is infectious!
But I was taught that by people who believed that dangling a carrot in front of someone to get them to go to church was right and true and good and godly, so im back to one where im thinking maybe we just give people their dang can of corn.
This is part of why I was raised in and out of gurdwaras despite my family not being Sikh. See, for a while in college my dad was technically homeless (he had a dodgy housing/work trade going at a Presbyterian nursing home and got kicked out for liking the Beatles) but he knew a Sikh, and Uncle Gurkhi had told him if he was ever in need, go find a gurdwara. He slept and ate at the gurdwara (and helped organize their grocery co-op for many years afterwards) until my Uncle Paul and Aunt Debbie took him in, which is why they're my aunt and uncle.
Years later when I come along, Dad made sure that I knew how to identify a Sikh turban so I could ask for help if I needed it, that I knew where the local gurdwaras were, and that I knew if shit hits the fan, that's who we stand beside because they stand beside us, regardless of what we believe, what music we like, or what our situation is. That simple.
Helping people should always be that simple.
You are 60% water and every lake, river, pond, swamp, creek, and ocean you encounter wants to reclaim it desperately. Be careful out there.
Good, I hope it haunts everyone about to enter a body of water so bad that they wear a life jacket. 🙌
Every single person I knew (past tense) who has drowned was "a strong swimmer." Water in the wild does not care how good you are at swimming.
I mean this with all due respect:
You are not going to pass a skillcheck against a rip current once it has you.
Waves will not bow to your physical prowess no matter how impressive.
Shock does not care that you used to be on your school swim team.
If you hit your head, being good at swimming isn't going to turn you face-up while you're unconscious.
You may be unable to return to shore. Rescue may be unable to find you quickly.
Scheduling this for when weather starts warming up. Be careful swimming this summer
Do you ever think about how mythical and godlike Murderbot must be to the other rogue secunits in Platform Decay? More importantly do you think they all have a crush on it??? *murderbot shoots me with a sniper rifle killing me instantly*
My stage career began when I was a little under two months old, when I took the spotlight as Baby Jesus in a Christmas pageant. I’m told that I did a wonderful job and slept calmly through the whole thing, which can only speak to my talents as an actress, because I was 1. the wrong gender 2. a colicky screaming demon of a baby and 3. about as far from divine as it’s possible for an allegedly-human child to be.
I continued to be actively involved in theater as a kid (and frequently played roles of various small animals, because I was tiny for my age). Around the age of ten, I was cast as the lead character in a musical about cowboys that I no longer remember the name of. It was my first real lead role, and I took it very, very seriously. And because I am myself, that means I maaaaybe went…a little overboard.
My character’s introduction was early in the play, accompanied by the crack of a bullwhip. This was more-or-less pre internet (or, at least, our director was not tech-savvy enough to find sound effects online) and we didn’t have a sound effect track for that noise. There were plans to acquire the appropriate sound effect before opening night, but I rapidly tired of making my entrance during rehearsals to the sound of someone yelling “BULLWHIP NOISE!”
This, I thought to myself, is a problem I can solve.
I learned early in life that it’s good to be friends with people who have skills; they always come in handy eventually. After rehearsals one day, I put on my cowboy boots and biked a couple miles over to my friend Grace’s house. I went down to their basement and knocked on her older brother’s door.
“Hello,” I said. “I need to learn how to use a bullwhip.”
“….Okay,” he said. It did not seem to occur to him that he might ask further questions about why I, a tiny horrible munchkin composed exclusively of rage and pointy elbows, needed to be weaponized any further. Clearly, I had come to the right person.
My friend’s older brother would have been an SCA nerd, if SCA was a thing where we were. Instead, he was one of those unsupervised 4H kids with weird hobbies, largely oriented around ancient forms of combat. He was somewhere in his late teens at this time, and he liked to make stuff. It was an urge I, even at age ten, could sympathize with. His name was Aron.
Aron got out his bullwhip (which I had noticed hanging on his wall on a prior visit, and had filed away mentally under a for future use tab) and we went to the backyard.
“Step one of using a bullwhip,” Aron began, “Swinging the bullwhip.”
We rapidly discovered that since I was god’s tiniest, angriest creation, a full-size bullwhip was way too long for me to use. Aron’s shins suffered for my attempt.
“…Step one of using a bullwhip,” Aron said, “Making a bullwhip.”
So we went back inside, found a tanned cowhide (that he just…had? I don’t remember if there was a reason for this.) and some razor blades, and I learned how to cut and braid a bullwhip. It took a few tries, and I wound up coming back for a while, because I kept getting frustrated with the bullwhip-braiding process and Aron kept distracting me with bait like: “Hey kid, wanna learn to make some chainmail?” and “Hey kid, wanna fletch some arrows?” and “Hey kid, wanna try doing horseback archery?”
Obviously the answer to these questions was “BOY, WOULD I EVER!” Some delays are necessary to the artistic process.
(At one point my mom asked me “Hellen, what are you doing over at Grace’s house all the time?” And I, perfectly innocent, said, “Making weapons!” and my mother, who never understood why I was like this, but accepted that a girl has needs and those needs occasionally involve stocking a personal armory, said “Okay! Have fun!”)
Soon, the bullwhip, size extra small, was finished. The lessons on actual bullwhip use commenced.
It should be noted that Aron was self-taught, and really had no idea what to do, so this was mostly an exercise in the two of us standing twenty feet apart and flailing wildly with our respective whips until snapping noises happened. And then we figured out what we’d done to make the snapping noises. And then we kept doing that. Extremely vigorously. So vigorously that at one point one of the bullwhips launched into the air and caught on a tree branch and we hand to drag the trampoline over so Aron could bounce me high enough to grab it. But we persisted!
Eventually we reached a point where we could line up pop cans on a fence rail and hit them off three times out of five.
Feeling extremely accomplished and like I finally understood method acting, I packed my bullwhip into my backpack for the next play rehearsal. Soon enough, it was time for me to make my entrance.
I leaped on stage in my cowboy boots and cracked the bullwhip as hard as I could, immediately launching into the song despite the fact that the sound of five feet of braided leather breaking sound barrier had startled the accompanist so badly she’d keysmashed on the piano.
The director shouted something she probably shouldn’t have shouted in a room full of small children, and then demanded, “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!”
“I made it!” I declared proudly. “I’m a cowgirl! I can make my own bullwhip noise!”
“You…made it?”
“Yes! Because we needed a bullwhip sound effect. And bullwhips are where bullwhip sound effects come from!”
This was, of course, impeccable logic.
It is apparently difficult to argue with a gleeful ten year old who happens to be armed with a bullwhip longer than she is tall. After some negotiation, the director agreed that I could use my bullwhip for my opening song, provided that I didn’t pop it while anyone was anywhere near me on stage and I didn’t let anyone else play with it. These terms were acceptable to me.
Somehow, no one was injured and the play went off without a hitch. We can only chalk up these things to the magic of the theatre.
Nearly a decade later, an unsuspecting college classmate asked me, “Hellen, wanna take a class on bullwhip combat with me?”
And obviously I answered, “BOY, WOULD I EVER!”
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She glows now, just so you know, and she's full of string deliciöusee string
Are you gonna show us the lamp? 👀
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celestia is such a funny character like she's constantly manipulating twilight and friends to do shit instead of just asking and you could arguably frame that as being bc she's a "god" and pushing fate to her design or whatever, except that she engages with the group like a normal and relatable person, which makes it more like villainous machinations, except 90% of this manipulation goes towards things like "I don't want my party to be boring shit again. put my little country girl blorbos in there with zero prep so they fuck it up bad"
you think you've fucked anything up around princess celestia and she's like heh. no worries. all according to keikaku
Celestia instantly makes more sense as a character when you ignore the princess stuff and remember that she's a 1000+ years old wizard. Of course she does manipulative trickster stuff to teach moral lessons and/or cause chaos to amuse herself, that's classic wizard behavior. Of course sometimes she's actually socially awkward and bad at personal relationships and has bad ideas that she thought were good that result in her eating shit embarrassing style, that's classic wizard behavior. Of course she lets the aristocrats and nobles run around being assholes she's still running on wizard advisor programming, she's basically trying to merlin the entire upper class of equestria instead of just a king and some knights. "Yeah uuhhh we'll release the incarnation of chaos himself from his ancient prison because we think this shy girl can be friends with him", terrible plan if you're thinking like a ruler, amazing plan if you're thinking like a wizard. Just look at Canterlot 'Castle' for five seconds and ask yourself if that's in any way a castle. No. Wizard tower, yes. Wizard.
You are so right actually
