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You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.

captain-acab

You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?

You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”

He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”

misscrazyfangirl321

This one wins.

janothar

It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up. She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out. First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.

Clark’s introducing her around. “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”

You blink, and take a step back in fear. You’ve never seen an 11 before.

aniseandspearmint

The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you can’t help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.

Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”

You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.

That’s it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way that Brucie Wayne is a 10.

petitstar

At this point, you’ve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.

He was an 8.

lainathewitch

The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.

There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. That’s when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didn’t notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.

ribbonsflyingoutthewindow

I don’t think I’ve ever actually reblogged this magnificent post and that’s shame.

dc-comics-heritage-posts

dc comics heritage post

tiercel13

Hyrulian vital statistics office after a new princess was born seeing a random farmer couple name their son Link: Ah shit, here we go again

lyricwritesprose

Given the whole "divinely touched savior," think, I bet Link is the most common boys' (and possibly girls') name in Hyrule. It makes standard European names like John look like passing fads. It's not that people really want their son to have to save the world, but sucking up to goddesses never hurt anyone's chances in life, did it?

Obviously the prophecied Link wouldn't be some rando who eats a fish halfway up a cliff and and avoids talking because, you don't really know, you've heard it's a speech impediment?? but he isn't entirely mute because you saw him do about twenty forward rolls through someone's garden patch once and he yelled, "Ha!" for every single one. Could be some other guys, but definitely not him.

tieflingkisser

ryan-sometimes

As a scientist I find the concept of Cecil freely yapping about Carlos on the radio so funny because if I was in the lab just going about my experiments and then some person on the radio started talking about how hot I am I would get clowned on it by my coworkers beyond belief. Every time I walked into the lab the grad students there would’ve been like “there he is with his perfect hair 😩” and if the centrifuge broke “try asking it to work with your sweet caramel voice 😫” like deadass the lab would be insufferable for months

motherfuckingshakespeare

A HANDY CHART FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THESE. NOTE THAT THESE ARE ALL THE INFORMAL AND YOU IS THE FORMAL SO LIKE YOU WOULD ALWAYS ADDRESS YOUR SUPERIOR/ OLDER PERSON/ SOCIAL BETTER WITH YOU BUT WITH YOUR BUDS YOU CAN USE THESE.

threadbaremillionaire

Do you hear the people sing Lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of a people Who are climbing to the light.

Hope I’m not too late for barricade day. I didn’t have much time to draw but I managed this at least.

sadhoc

there is a very real tendency of teenagers with anxiety disorders self diagnosing with considerably more stigmatized and impairing mental illnesses (e.g. schizophrenia, DID, personality disorders), but the best response to that isn't to get angry with them for "appropriating" lol. instead you show them coping resources for the problems they're actually having and deemphasize diagnostic categories in general. if an 18 year old is claiming to have alzheimer's, they're probably making an innocent mistake and are in genuine distress. be kind.

mariaalenkoshepard

Also I think this trend comes, at least in part, from how brushed aside anxiety disorders can be. If your parents and teachers dismiss you with 'oh everyone feels anxious', then inevitably you're going to start thinking that there must be something else going on with you

lightblueminecraftorchid

”You must feel very scared right now; let’s talk about how to help you personally, tailored to your symptoms” will always be more helpful than “stop faking (X) for attention”. If theyre that desperate for attention or an explanation, something is wrong.

oldgrwth

Tbf it doesn’t help that many more complex issues are misdiagnosed as anxiety. I was told I had anxiety for years, but nope, turns out it was asd, adhd, heds, pots and mcas.

I agree that genuine anxiety disorders also need to be taken more seriously, but that includes listening to them when they tell you they think it’s something else and exploring that possibility.

Anything else is just medical gaslighting.

kamscorn

no i dont want to ‘ask chatgpt’ i want to go to a wikipedia page and spend half an hour reading an article like a real person

lyricwritesprose

And then I want to click a link, and then another link, and emerge seven hours later, and maybe my next fic will contain references to cheese making safety or some bullshit, because I may never use the information that I just mainlined but by god I am richer from having it.

universeleads

I explained the concept of "blorbo from my shows" to my 71 year old immigrant grandfather because I referenced it in passing and I thought nothing of it, until today when he said "I think I'll watch peaky blinders tonight and see my blorbo from my shows" referring, of course, to Cillian Murphy playing Tommy Shelby

universeleads

English isn't his first language so he's not super in touch with modern slang, so I've been accidentally teaching him to talk like a tumblr user. His favorite thing to say lately is "me when I'm a little hater" when he's like talking shit about the neighbor's son

overwhelmedfernfrond

I explained the “x before gta6” meme to my immigrant father and he, in turn, explained to me how back in his day in Romania, they had the same type of joke, except instead of it being gta6, it was about the imminent death of a singer named Gică Petrescu, who everyone was continuously shocked by because he refused to die. Every time a momentous event happened people would say, in essence: “This happened and Gică Petrescu hasn’t even died yet?!?”

So. He understood the gta6 meme immediately because they apparently had the same thing in Romania when he was young, except way, way more morbid

timballisto

obsessed with the way martha wells refuses to write an overarching plot for murderbot. every new book you think okay this is the one where she introduces the grand corporate conspiracy and recurring cast of corporate villains that set the premise of her next few books and instead she's like no actually i think i'll just put secunit in a Situation again

homunculus-argument

Random worldbuilding: there's a region in the country with a strong culture of offering homecooked dishes as gifts for all occasion. And over time, they have accumulated an entire category of dishware that aren't any particular individual's property - they are constantly in rotation, being gifted and re-gifted as the dish holding a pie, a casserole, loaf of bread, the list goes on. Once a gift dish is in your possession, you need to make something in it as a gift in return - not necessarily to the one you received it from, but to someone nonetheless.

They're called lovers' dishes, but not for any romantic reasons. The name was adopted after people started deeming the previous name, courtesan bowls, inappropriate. The term courtesan bowl was also a slightly more cleaned-up term replacing a previous one, as the dishware were originally known as slut cups. As they, you understand, they get around.

haloveir

I firmly believe this should be a thing.

Make food for people. Give it to them and ask them to pass on the container with food to someone else.

Bonus points if it's chili.

homunculus-argument

I'd be tempted to make this a thing myself. Compose a little poem that instructs the reader to do exactly that - get the dish as a gift, give the dish as a gift, keep it in rotation, don't leave it on your shelf <3 - and get some oven dishes from goodwill or something, have them professionally engraved (do they do that? is that a thing you can do?) and then put them into rotation. The dishes I cook are dogshit at best but I want them into rotation.

tealdearest

These are actually very plentiful already made up for the purpose at goodwills, at least in my neck of the woods. A bit twee usually though. Maybe a better poem…..

muttsandmustelidae

From the Nashville Zoo’s fb page! Here’s the petition, please please please take a moment to add your name (even if you’re not from Nashville!). If you are from Tennessee, contact your representatives and make it clear that the people do not want this data center. This is an AZA accredited zoo which is home to several species of critically endangered animals, we NEED to protect it. Make your voice heard!

quantumshade

everyone be quiet. marsha with her snoopy.

dracofidus-deactivated20200523

If you EVER think Anthony Head is anything less than an angel then you’d best remember that I have always been a huge fan of his and we’ve always had a little contact over the years and he heard I’d come out as Trans and was having a hard time and that I was kind of sad that the photos I had from conventions with him were of me with long hair and no binder and they were all signed to “Sarah” and so he invited me to spend the day with him at his farm and he picked me up from the station and we just hung out and had lunch and he insisted on paying and took loads of photos and had them printed on photo paper the same day so he could sign them to Jay, along with other photos of him as Giles and Uther and he literally spent five hours chatting with me and got all of the pronoun stuff right every time and then he dropped me off at the station, gave me a final massive hug, waved me through the ticket barrier and insisted I message him when I got home so he knew I got back safe. (More HERE)

politelymenacing

Feel like now is a good time to remind people of this.

memorycycle

these teenagers and their dog are trying ruin our money laundering business. no tony put the gun down were doing this the old fashioned way. were gonna dress up as monsters and scare them

macgyvermedical

When Drugs Became Available

Have you ever been writing some historical fiction and wondered "hey, I wonder if my characters would have been able to pop an ibuprofen in 1977?" Well, you're in luck, because this post is all about when common medications became available:

Acetaminophen: 1950

Albuterol: 1969 (UK) 1982 (US)

Allopurinol: 1966

Alprazolam: 1981

Amitriptyline: 1961

Amlodipine: 1990

Amoxicilin: 1972

Amphetamine/Dextroamphetamine (together as Adderall): 1996

Apixiban: 2012

Aripiprazole: 2002

Aspirin (first NSAID): 1899

Azidothymidine (first antiviral): 1987

Barbital (first barbiturate): 1903

Bupropion: 1985

Buspirone: 1986

Calcium Carbonate (TUMS): 1930

Captopril (first ACE inhibitor): 1981

Chlordiazepoxide (first benzodiazepine): 1960

Chlorothiazide (first thiazide diuretic): 1957

Chlorpromazine (first antipsychotic): 1952

Cyclobenzeprine: 1977

Diphenhydramine: 1946

Furosemide: 1959

Fluoxetine (first SSRI): 1988

Gabapentin: 1993

Glipizide: 1984

Hydrochlorothiazide: 1959

Ibuprofen: 1969 (UK) 1974 (US)

Insulin: 1923 (though many types of insulins would become available over the next century)

Imipramine (first tricyclic antidepressant): 1959

Iproniazid (first antidepressant (MAOI)): 1952

Levothyroxine: 1927 (though desiccated pork thyroid was used for the same reasons as early as 1890)

Lisinopril: 1987

Lithium: 1949

Losartan (first ARB): 1995

Lovastatin (first statin): 1987

Naproxen: 1976 (Rx) 1990 (OTC)

Nitrogen Mustard (first chemotherapy agent): early 1940's

Methotrexate: 1947

Methylphenidate: 1954

Metformin: 1957 (France) 1995 (US)

Metoprolol: 1978

Montelukast: 1998

Morphine: early 1800's

Omeprazole: 1989

Penicillin: 1945

Phenbezamine (first antihistamine): 1942

Prednisone: 1955

Propranolol (first beta blocker): 1965 (UK) 1967 (US)

Sertraline: 1990

Spironolactone: 1959

Sulfanilamide (first modern antibiotic): 1935

Tolbutamide (first oral anti-diabetic drug): 1956

Tramadol: 1977 (Germany) 1995 (US)

Trazodone: 1981

Valacyclovir: 1995

Verapamil (first calcium channel blocker): 1964

Warfarin: 1954

Zopiclone (first "Z-drug"): 1986