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Yes I re-read my own fics because I wrote them for ME
Wish that bitch would update though.
It occurs to me that there are people who weren’t on this website in 2012 and therefore never saw the magical gif that you can actually hear:
It’s been over five years and that still impresses the hell out of me.
wdym you can hear it?
Basically, it’s a form of synesthesia, movement-hearing. In this case, you expect to hear a thud, so you do. It’s estimated that 20% of people experience this type of synesthesia, as opposed to 2-4% for other kinds.
YO what the FUXK
The longer you watch it the more you get convinced that you can hear a distant thud and the air displace.
I heard the thud. I closed my eyes and the thud stopped. I opened my eyes and I heard the thud. My goodness but human brains are a mess.
not to be intrusive but did you get vaccinated? longer/heavier periods are a newly noted side effect. good luck
t. also becoming the joker
I got the 2nd shot yesterday and I’d already had my period for 8 days. I posted about how I felt sick on fb and a friend of mine said they got a 19 day period after 2nd shot. I am going to require a blood transfusion. RIP
Today in "Things they didn't bother telling us about vaginas".
https://www.thelily.com/can-the-vaccine-make-your-period-worse-these-women-say-yes/
No published studies have examined the effects of vaccines on menstrual cycles.
If you are experiencing strange menstrual symptoms after receiving a vaccine, I encourage you to participate in this research study.
I'm not out here saying don't get vaccinated, but I'm fucking sick of my body not being included and counted in medical research.
I didn't have any of these effects, but passing along for anyone who did.
don't just fill this out if your menstrual cycle changed. everyone who menstruates should fill it out. otherwise you get skewed results
this is happening to me and I had no idea it could relate to vaccine side effects. fml
Don’t just fill this out if your menstrual cycle changed. Everyone who menstruates should fill it out.
This data wasn’t captured in the first trials. But we can fix that, now.
but how AM i gonna be an octopus about this??? ://
Hi! I found your delightful Buffy/SG-1 crossover "Except for Bunnies" and wanted to ask if it would be okay with you if I podficced it?
Omigosh, I would be honored!! Thank you! Shoot me the link when you’re done?
Funny how that works
I am so pleased at how many notes are some version of “I don’t fear the science, I fear the corporations who control it” because that is EXACTLY the attitude you should have. GMOs can save us. Monsanto will kill us.
what people fear about GMO- ‘theyre gonna make frankencarrots that crave human flesh and cause diarrhea ’ what GMO actually is- ‘we made rice crop that is both drought resistant and flood resistant which will prevent about 20% of major famine disasters, also it now makes vitamin A because vitamin A deficiency in poverty stricken areas is a major killer of kids as most vitamin A rich foods dont grow there’ what people SHOULD be upset about- ‘i made all crops sterile so all farmers have to buy the seed from me in perpetuity and i will sue anyone who tries to go back to crops that produce their own seed’
^^^ THIS
i am, of course, aware that historical patterns repeat themselves, but every once in a while i come across a line in a terry pratchett book that just. blows me away
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Read this:
“I want to tell a story about an invisible elephant.
Once upon a time, when I was in graduate school at UCSB, the department of religious studies held a symposium on diasporic religious communities in the United States. Our working definition for religious diaspora that day was, “religious groups from elsewhere now residing as large, cohesive communities in the US.” It was a round table symposium, so any current scholar at the UC who wanted to speak could have a seat at the table. A hunch based on hundreds of years of solid evidence compelled me to show up, in my Badass Academic Indigenous Warrior Auntie finery.
There were around 15-20 scholars at the table, and the audience was maybe fifty people. There was one Black scholar at the table, and two Latinx scholars, one of whom was one of my dissertation advisors. The other was a visiting scholar from Florida, who spoke about the diasporic Santería community in Miami. But everyone else at the table were white scholars, all progressively liberal in their politics, many of whom were my friends. Since there was no pre-written agenda, I listened until everyone else had presented. I learned a tremendous amount about the Jewish diaspora in the US, and about the Yoruba/Orisha/Voudou, Tibetan Buddhist, Muslim, and Hindu communities, and even about a small enclave of Zoroastrians.
As they went on, I realized my hunch had been correct, and I listened to them ignore the elephant, invisible and silent, at that table.
So I decided to help her speak the hell up. “Hello, my name is Julie Cordero. I’m working on my PhD in Ethnobotany, Native American Religious Traditions, and history of global medical traditions. I’d like to talk about the European Catholic and Protestant Christian religious diaspora in the United States, as these are the traditions that have had by far the greatest impact on both the converted and non-converted indigenous inhabitants of this land.”
Total silence. And then several “hot damns” from students and colleagues in the audience. I looked around the table at all the confused white faces. My Latinx advisor slapped his hand on the table and said, “Right!!?? Let’s talk about that, colleagues.”
The Black scholar, who was sitting next to me, started softly laughing. As I went on, detailing the myriad denominations of this European Christian Diaspora, including the Catholic diocese in which I’d been raised and educated, and the brutal and genocidal Catholic and Protestant boarding schools that had horribly traumatized generations of First Nations children, and especially as I touched on how Christians had twisted the message of Christ to try and force people stolen from Africa to accept that their biblically-ordained role was to serve the White Race, her laughs grew more and more bitter.
The Religious Studies department chair, who’d given a brilliant talk on the interplay between Jewish and Muslim communities in Michigan, stopped me at one point, and said, “Julie, I see the point you are so eloquently making, but you’re discussing American religions, not religious diasporic communities.” I referred to the definition of diaspora we had discussed at the start of the discussion, and then said, “No, Clark. If I were here to discuss religions that were not from elsewhere, I’d be discussing the Choctaw Green Corn ceremony, the Karuk Brush Dance, the Big Head ceremonial complex in Northern California, the Lakota Sun Dance, or the Chumash and Tongva Chingichnich ritual complex.”
It got a bit heated for a few moments, as several scholars-without-a-damn-clue tried to argue that we were here to discuss CURRENT religious traditions, not ancient.
Well. I’ll let you use your imagination as to the response from the POC present, which was vigorously backed by the three young First Nations students who were present in the audience (all of whom practice their CURRENT ceremonial traditions). It got the kind of ugly that only happens with people whose self-perception is that they, as liberal scholars of world cultures with lots of POC friends and colleagues, couldn’t possibly be racist.
Our Black colleague stood and left without a word. I very nearly did. But I stayed because of my Auntie role to the Native students in the audience.
I looked around at that circle of hostile faces, and waited for one single white scholar to see how unbelievably racist was this discursive erasure of entire peoples - including my people, on whose homeland UCSB is situated.
Finally, a friend spoke up. “If we are going to adhere to the definition of diaspora outlined here, she is technically correct.”
And then my dear friend, a white scholar of Buddhism: “In Buddhist tradition, the Second Form of Ignorance is the superimposition of that which is false over that which is true. In this case, all of us white scholars are assuming that every people but white Americans are ‘other,’ and that we have no culture, when the underlying fact is that our culture is so dominant that we’ve deluded ourselves into thinking it’s the neutral state of human culture against which all others are foreign. Even the Black people our ancestors abducted and enslaved we treat as somehow more foreign than ourselves. And, most absurdly, the peoples who are indigenous to this land are told that we belong here more than they do.”
People stared at their hands and doodled. The audience was dead quiet.
And you know what happened then? The elephant was no longer invisible, and my colleagues and I were able to have a conversation based on the truths about colonialism and diaspora. We were THEN able to name and discuss the distinctions between colonial settlements and immigrant settlements, and how colonial religious projects have sought to overtake, control, and own land, people, and resources, while immigrant and especially refugee diasporic communities simply seek a home free from persecution.
As we continue this national discussion, it is absolutely key to never, ever let that elephant be invisible or silent. You are on Native Land. Black descendants of human beings abducted from their African homelands are not immigrants. European cultures are just human cultures, among many. And the assignation of moral, cultural, racial superiority of European world views over all non-Euro human cultures is a profound delusion, one that continues to threaten and exterminate all people who oppose it, and even nature itself.
I hope that this story has comforted the afflicted and afflicted the comfortable.”
- Julie Cordero-Lamb, herbalist & ethnobotanist from the Coastal Band of the Chumash Nation
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technically he did.
and no ordinary fanfic either
he technically wrote an au songfic rpf
[ahem] First Person AU Songfic RPF
There was a delay leaving for the wilderness backpacking trip.
So the boys started playing with the dress-up tutus. As you do.
11-year-old is thrilled with the spinny-ness of his skirt.
Is it me or does the way we treat cast-iron cookware almost come across like we’re talking about ancestral enchanted swords or something?
‘Twas my grandmother’s pan, ‘fore she passed it to my father; and my father’s pan before mine; and now you, my daughter, shall have it by your side as you go off to make your way in the world. Just remember, never wash it with soap, nor scrub too hard when you rinse it, lest you erode its protective sheen – you can apply a new enchantment, but it will lose all the power it has gained over the years from its use by our bloodline, and also it’s sort of a pain in the ass.
@oddpeg , @mchenrykeith
Yes. Yes it is.
Well now I want an ancient ancestral enchanted cast-iron skillet.
It has protected my family through many generations
And in case you need to season one you’ve already acquired, here’s how Cook’s Illustrated described using Sheryl Canter’s flax oil method.
I tried this a month ago and LOVE the new surface on my cast iron pan.
Today, on “Parenting the Geeks of Tomorrow”: heartache
So we’re watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and Nick Fury is surrounded by police cars in his SHIELD SUV.
My 7-year-old daughter says, “That’s not really police. EVERYONE knows police don’t really do that.” She repeats it, confidently, several times, as the fake Hydra police and SWAT teams proceed to spray the vehicle with bullets.
“Everyone knows police don’t really do that.”
Oh, my daughter, there is a conversation I need to have with you. And it’s going to break both of our hearts.
i can’t count the number of people who have said “oh I never knit, except during the war, of course”
i spent a goodish part of last night (I mean when I wasn’t finally dragged down to my doom by Candy Crush) looking up World War II knitting and sewing propaganda posters and let me tell you son don’t do the thing.
anyway my actual reason was a joke I’m slowly working about about Captain America being in propaganda about E V E R Y T H I N G and Steve Rogers being unable to know where to put his face seventy years later. So far I have:
EVERY STITCH COUNTS [picture of Cap earnestly and awkwardly bent over a woolly thing bristling with needles, NOT SHOWN: Steve Rogers arguing for hours that that isn’t even how you make a sock, Steve Rogers’ fancy afghan square contributed toward Myra’s wedding afghan by the girls, Steve Rogers mailing a package of socks to James Barnes, who is currently undergoing torture and does not receive them]
TIME TO SIT? TIME TO KNIT [picture of Cap, arms folded disapprovingly, gazing sternly at two ladies sitting and having coffee, smoking cigarettes in their idle hands, NOT SHOWN, Steve Rogers on train to Billings, Montana, where he’ll be second fiddle to a pig’s squeal being auctioned off (yes it happened, look it up), two showgirls cuddled up on either side of him, moving his hands in small, careful motions so June and Ruby don’t get disturbed even if he can’t sleep, needles clicking away on a hat that he’ll eventually throw at a man named Jim Morita, saying, “Just shut up and wear a damn hat, Jim, we all know you’re a delicate fucking hothouse California blossom”, also not shown, Peggy Carter, years later, pulling on much darned woolen gloves while her daughter says, “mummy why don’t you throw those old things away?”]
MENDING HELPS THE MEN [picture of Cap, allowing a girl to sew a rip on his uniform as he looks paternal and amused by her efforts, NOT SHOWN, Steve Rogers saying “Aww, Ginny, don’t worry, it’s gonnal take two seconds to fix, I ain’t gonna tell Bossman you ripped it if you ain’t”, taking a cheap satin skirt from one of the girls and fixing a tear on it with quick hands, also not shown, Steve Rogers looking down at a sweater that James Barnes wore for months of hell and carefully darning, reknitting, until finally he can hide it away where Bucky can’t see it but Steve knows he fixed something, even if he can’t fix Bucky—-]
and I’ve run out of ideas and also I think I’m going to have to sit down in a corner and stare at nothing until I stop having feelings, ugh.
Because I love this meme and love this fic:
Remember Pearl Harbor; Purl Harder - greenjudy
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel) Additional Tags: Knitting, Stress Relief, except not, Scary adventures with sticks and string, Team Bonding, Crochet hook save, knitting commando
Summary:
Bruce sighed, and looked up at Tony. “Do you have a crochet hook?”
“A crochet hook?”
“Do you have,” Bruce asked with exaggerated patience, “a long, slender, hooked implement—“
Tony colored a little and looked away.
“You have a crochet hook, don’t you,” Natasha said.
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Rated "teen" for some swearing.
C.S. Lewis: You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me. J.R.R. Tolkien: (plunks down full 1-volume Lord of the Rings with appendices) C.S. Lewis: (narrows eyes) how much tea you got