method actor this method actor that. toshiro mifune played a guy getting shot at by arrows by getting shot at by arrows
and yeah i believe it. ^ this is the face of a guy getting shot at by arrows
i can't cope
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method actor this method actor that. toshiro mifune played a guy getting shot at by arrows by getting shot at by arrows
and yeah i believe it. ^ this is the face of a guy getting shot at by arrows
i can't cope
A CRITIQUE OF POSTTRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER AND THE DSM
Bonnie Burstow
The place where even “trauma informed” care fails is that it assumes safety can be “reestablished”, that safety after a traumatic event is primarily internal (e.g stopping dangerous coping behaviors or reducing the peaks of emotions), and that the world is a fundamentally safe place and your trauma was an aberrant blip. I feel that this is inseparable from the fact that PTSD was coined for and modeled off of veterans whose trauma was first and foremost foreign to their life- that is, they quite literally were transported away from that trauma and were expected to subsume back into their Safe Normal American Life as Heroes and could not (how can you expect someone to see and commit the blood tithe required to maintain an empire and not come back wounded?). The political context of this experience are erased (your imperialist country sent you to suffer and die to maintain its power and now you’ve returned feeling the immense burden of what you’ve done) and it becomes merely an issue of falling “out of time” and being “unable to realize that you are safe”- something which may ring truer for some veterans, particularly those with no qualms about the role they played in imperialism, just the pain they had to suffer to do it, but still conveniently ignores (by design! because the military had a hand in this!!!) the political contexts.
For many traumatized people, the world is not a safe place- for women, for trans people, for disabled ppl, for BIPOC, for really even the most privileged person under capitalism… this isn’t a cognitive distortion, it’s a truth. It reminds me of being in eating disorder therapy and being told that we’re not fat, it’s all in our heads- but what about those of us who were? Who know what society thinks of and does to fat people? Who have been ordered to and encouraged to develop the exact behaviors that we performed too well or too literally? Even some of the best trauma care wants people to believe that all fear and danger is a product of a diseased or broken mind, rather than a very reasonable adaptive response. I’ve spent so long trying to berate myself for continuing to feel terrified and worthless in a world which is both terrifying and committed to telling me I am worthless. We have to find ways to live and thrive within this danger, to feel out the boundaries of danger and carve hideouts within it, to create livelihoods where we are naming it + confronting it + destroying it, rather than finding a way to slip back into the unconscious illusion of a safe, picturesque American life.
"The underlying assumption (...) is that the world is essentially a safe and benign place."
I love that they point this out!
The message that the world is safe and only disordered people don't agree with that message, is so damaging.
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What’s encrypting your internet surfing? An algorithm created by a supercomputer? Well, if the site you’re visiting is encrypted by the cyber security firm Cloudflare, your activity may be protected by a wall of lava lamps.
Cloudflare covers websites for Uber, OKCupid, & FitBit, for instance. The wall of lamps in the San Francisco headquarters generates a random code. Over 100 lamps, in a variety of colors, and their patterns deter hackers from accessing data.
As the lava lamps bubble and swirl, a video camera on the ceiling monitors their unpredictable changes and connects the footage to a computer, which converts the randomness into a virtually unhackable code.
Codes created by machines have relatively predictable patterns, so it’s possible for hackers to guess their algorithms, posing a security risk. Lava lamps, add to the equation the sheer randomness of the physical world, making it nearly impossible for hackers to break through.
You might think that this would be kept secret, but it’s not. Simply go in and ask to see the lava lamp display. By allowing people to affect the video footage, human movement, static, and changes in lighting from the windows work together to make the random code even harder to predict.
So, by standing in front of the display, you add an additional variable to the code, making it even harder to hack. Isn’t that interesting?
via atlasobscura.com
What the fuck.
Oh, this
I like this
If you wrote this into your fictional story, it’d be called too fake.
When the truth is stranger than science fiction!
Data’s wildest dreams are finally realized, and the answer was just beneath his fingertips.
Why is he in a dungeon
Data just likes to get his freak on sometimes
This was so freaking funny!! I made my kids watch it because it’s so good lol
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again
someone: oh you're doing an october writing challenge? what are you writing?
me:
I love these actually
I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it
I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.
Why does my brain gotta be so dramatic like shut up and sit down we’re all sick of your shit already
Echoes of Hallowmas 🦋
2025 sure was the year of the Moth for Poetess!
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I like seeing some of you ""regulars"" in my notes it's like oh hey that's my Coworker from Tumblr
"this is unbecoming of me" is genuinely a useful thing to have in your mental toolbox