Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret Of The Ooze (1991) // Dir. Michael Pressman
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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret Of The Ooze (1991) // Dir. Michael Pressman
my stance on the trans athlete debate is always and forever going to be that sports should be completely desegregated because humans have one of the smallest levels of sexual dimorphism in the animal kingdom and the disparity we see between male and female performance is entirely caused by social factors rather than anything biological. “should trans women compete against cis women” i think cis men and cis women could compete fairly but that’s apparently a little too spicy for people to wrap their minds around bc they’ve been told their whole lives women are biologically inferior & never thought to question that. or wonder if it’s maybe a self fulfilling prophecy of some kind. are women biologically inferior or do they appear so because patriarchy demands that of us?
Maybe if I just work harder, this empty cup will pour again
Maybe the cup needs a bit of time to rest and refill?
Maybe the cup needs to lock the fuck in???
Endlessly diabolical how you can't say words like rape and suicide uncensored without either being criticised by idiots or punished by conglomerates.
It's not r*pe, it's rape. It's not su*cide, it's suicide. Not unalive, dead. The backbone needs to be reintroduced en masse because softening the blow of these concepts with advertising language does absolutely nothing but allow people unaffected by them to feel not even a sting of what they can do, prompting inaction.
And it's been proven that on certain websites, you don't even face a repercussion for using the words as they are. People just started censoring themselves because they feared the potential lack of views and likes and followers which is so nasty itself.
I attended an anti-suicide seminar in college. One of the big takeaways from it was that stigmatizing suicide increases the rate of suicide, because people who are feeling suicidal feel like they can't ask for help. Every time I see babytalk garbage like 'unalive', I think of that.
Use the real words. Words have power, and they matter.
Hate to send a sad ask, but is it true Gaiman is getting a writing credit for the finale movie? Not just as a writer of the book, but actually for adapting and writing the show still? Did he write the 90 minute movie?
Yes. S3 is credit to have 3 writers; Neil Gaiman, Peter Atkins and Michael Marshall Smith. As much as it may pain the fandom, the writing of the show is still his. He worked on the 6 episodes with the other writers, and then when things hit the fan, those scripts were turned into 90 minutes by Peter and Michael (from my understanding).
it causes discomfort but him being credited is right.
Shared here today by Matthew Boroson on Facebook. (ETA: Gaining inspiration from other authors is great. Lifting passages and avoiding giving credit isn’t.)
Tanith Lee was the first woman to win the British Fantasy Award for best novel, for the second book of the Flat Earth series. She died in 2015. You can buy Tales From the Flat Earth here and here .
הבל | hevel
This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.
This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.
This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.
God says, You get to choose.
And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”
I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?
“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.
Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.
In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt.
Archived.
Modern research shows the public work together selflessly in an emergency, motivated by a strong impulse to help
“The notion that people panic and run screaming for the exits is a Hollywood fiction,” said Prof Stephen Reicher, an expert in group behaviour at the University of St Andrews.
“Characteristically, people stay and help each other,” he said. “We found this during the 7/7 attacks on the underground and the 1999 attack on the Admiral Duncan pub in London, where people looked after each other even though they feared other bombs.
“In our own research on the Leytonstone tube attack in 2015, there was an amazing level of spontaneous coordination by bystanders: some directed others away from danger. Some distracted the attacker. Some confronted the attacker. Each was able to act because of the others. Heroism was a feature of the group, not just the individual,” he added.
Prof Clifford Stott, a specialist in the psychology of crowds and group identity at Keele University, agreed. Modern research, he said, showed “bystander apathy” was a myth. Instead, strangers often work together in emergency situations with highly sophisticated unity.”
Bystander apathy is a myth invented by the New York Times to cover up that the police were called by several residents of the building, but the cops refused to act. The cops then told the Times that 38 people just watched her die (a seemingly arbitrary number and a physical impossibility based on where the attacks occurred), and the Times ran with it. In fact, Kitty was alive when the cops got there, and was being held and comforted by one of her friends who lived in the building because one of the people who saw her get attacked from across the street called her friend to go get her. Because people care.
You have just been attacked. How likely is it that someone will come to your help? If you remember the infamous case of Kitty Genovese in 19
I will always re-blog this. The story of Kitty Genovese’s murder has gone down in history as a story about everyone watching it happen and doing nothing and none of the story is true.
So I am not an emergency worker, and I need that to be clear because my sample size is small. I do work at a very large anime convention, so I've been around a few emergencies. Not many. But enough to notice a pattern:
The problem is not bystander apathy (which is not a thing), but bystander confusion. There's this moment where everyone is sort of processing "fuck, that just happened, now what" and loses the ability to think logically about next steps. As soon as one person steps in and says "you there! Do this next step!" the confusion breaks and people begin to react to fix the situation. Literally all it takes is somebody basically going "yep, we all saw that, now let's move."
While the murder of Kitty Genovese was a bullshit homophobic coverup, if you're in an emergency situation where someone needs medical assistance and there's more than one person, you can help a lot by loudly but calmly saying "Does anyone know first aid?," giving a chance for someone to respond, and then singling someone out by something identifiable--"hey, you in the red shirt and Steelers hat"--and telling them to call 911 or your country's equivalent. Even if nobody there knows first aid, as soon as someone sounds like they know what they're doing people will start trying to help.
Also a few things for you to know that I learned many, many years ago as part of my Red Cross first aid training and haven't forgotten:
1) stay calm and encourage the injured person to stay calm.
2) for a stroke, ask the person to raise both arms at the same time, and to smile. If you observe unevenness in either motion, call emergency services IMMEDIATELY. Seconds count.
3) the "cough to stop a heart attack" thing is a myth. Call emergency services immediately and have the person sit down.
4) contrary to what Sherlock would have you believe, you should actually remove belts, suspenders/braces, and tight clothing from an injured person. Yes, if the injured person has breasts this may mean unhooking their bra. Now is not the time for modesty.
5) never, never give a severely injured person water unless instructed to do so by emergency services (spoiler alert: they're basically never going to tell you to do that). It can cause vomiting, and then you have more problems.
6) never move a severely injured person or someone who's hit their head even if they "seem fine." Your kind intention may kill. Wait for emergency services and keep the person calm.
7) never try to restrain a person having a seizure.
8) only move a person having a seizure if they're in immediate, imminent danger (for example, falling right next to a campfire they may seize into). Banging an arm into a chair leg is not imminent danger.
9) "swallowing your tongue" is a myth. Never put anything in a seizing person's mouth.
(Can you tell I had a classmate with epilepsy?)
10) bleeding injuries should be raised above the heart.
And finally,
11) I'd also encourage all of you to get your Red Cross or some equivalent certification. I actually used mine for the first time about six months after I got it, and it did in fact save a life. (And you will notice I said "for the first time." Most of those incidents weren't nearly so dramatic--99% of the time it's been me saying "you there, call 911" and rolling somebody into the recovery position--but every single time I've been damned glad to have it.)
🎶Memorize these tips, y'all! They could save lives!🎵
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Okay so I've been thinking about this post by @graceamazerocky non-stop for the past 48 hours and it has not gotten any less hilarious. So now it's headcanon time.
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Imagine this: You are Mark 'The Martian' Watney, the first human being to ever be alone on a planet, technically the coloniser of Mars, space pirate. After your incredible/harrowing space adventure, you've returned to Earth, taken a job training future astronauts. You are still one of the most famous people to have ever lived, so dating can be a bit tricky.
But one day you meet an amazing woman, a scientist, and the two of you fall in love. As part of the 'getting to know each other' stage of dating, she tells you about one of her ex-boyfriends. They met in grad school and dated for a few years, but it didn't work out and they had kind of a messy break up, after which he apparently crashed out hard, ending his career in science by writing a paper that gave a giant middle-finger to his entire field. She thinks he's a teacher now, but they're no longer in touch. Other than it being an interesting anecdote, you don't think much of this.
Then, the Petrova crisis. The Sun dimming. Humanity facing extinction. You aren't directly involved in the global response, but you and your girlfriend are both scientists, and this is basically all anyone is talking about, so you are following the development of the situation with keen interest.
When the Hail Mary mission is announced, your first thought is to volunteer (surely you would have to be one of the best-suited people for a long-haul high-stakes space mission like this?) but your second thought is that you really don't want to face dying in space again. You talk it over with your girlfriend. You have an argument that turns into a fight, that ends when you both get tested for the coma-resistance gene and both receive negative results. She finds you sobbing in the middle of the night from a complicated mix of relief and regret and holds you until you calm down. A week later, you propose.
The names of the crew and backup crew are announced. You know at least some of them, by reputation if not personally (astronauts being a pretty small community). You reach out, and offer a mix of congratulations, condolences and advice. You are one of the only people on Earth who truly understand what it is they are facing. You wish them luck.
Two of them die in an explosion. The news is devastating, not just to you, but for everyone on Earth. Despair gives way to hope with another announcement: Dr Ryland Grace has volunteered to join the mission.
‘Holy shit,’ says your fiancé. ‘That’s my ex.’
‘I thought he was a teacher?’ you say.
‘So did I,’ she says.
In your mind, you re-categorise your fiancé’s ex from ‘crashout-failed-scientist-turned-teacher’ to ‘space-hero’, and joke that she must have a type. She laughs, but her eyes are wet. You hold her hand and watch the rest of the broadcast in silence.
You try to reach out again, but are told that Dr Grace is not available. You are quietly relieved, since that conversation would almost certainly have gotten awkward. You invite your old crew and their families over to your place to watch the launch of the Hail Mary. Not all of them can make it, but you share a few drinks with those that do. When the ship successfully leaves Earth’s atmosphere, you give a toast to Yao Li-Jie, Olesya Ilyukhina and Ryland Grace, followed by a minute’s silence.
Life on Earth gets colder and harder than it has been in living memory, but you know how to survive on an inhospitable planet (even when it seems hopeless, you just keep solving the problems in front of you). You make it through starvation, conflict and a thousand other tragedies. Many nations band together and share resources. Scientists pour years into finding new ways to keep the environment as stable as possible, to maximise food production and prevent natural disasters. You get married.
At long last, the solution arrives (along with a whole host of new discoveries that will fuel scientific research for decades, such as the fact that ALIENS ARE REAL). The space program has languished, but not died, and when a mission to Venus is planned, you are called in to train the crew. As part of your work preparing for that mission, you are given access to the video logs that Grace sent back to Earth along with the planet-saving taumoeba.
So you, Mark 'The Martian' Watney, the first human being ever to be left to die in space, gets to witness the second human being ever to be left to die in space mention you by name to an alien, not for any reason to do with your aforementioned incredible/harrowing space adventure, but because this crashout-failed-scientist-turned-teacher-turned-space-hero is still so upset that you got together with his ex (your wife) that he needs to vent about it to the alien (his friend).
And that’s how The Martian ends up becoming the first human being ever to be personally hated by an alien.
I have seen this post many times and I have finally decided to do the research. From what I have read, while what is described here is true, namely psychedelic substances containing dmt being smoked in the Andes 2000 years ago, the statement that this is the oldest evidence of the use of psychedelics is not accurate.
This person, I believe is referring to the use of plants in the genus Anadenanthera, which do indeed contain dmt (dimenthyltryptamine), in addition to other psychedelic chemicals. The earliest evidence of the use of this plant is its seeds being found with pipes in Argentina which date back to around 4000 years ago. Evidence has also been found that several other methods of ingestion or use of the drug.
Regarding the earliest known use of psychedelic substances, there is below a table from “The oldest archeological data evidencing the relationship of Homo sapiens with psychoactive plants: A worldwide overview” by Giorgio Samorini. Based on this paper, the oldest known evidence is nearly 9000 years predating the (known) use of Anadenanthera.
Sources:
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/332081250_The_oldest_archeological_data_evidencing_the_relationship_of_Homo_sapiens_with_psychoactive_plants_A_worldwide_overview
(The oldest archeological data evidencing the relationship of Homo sapiens with psychoactive plants: A worldwide overview - Samorini)
https://www.mdpi.com/2223-7747/13/17/2398
(Contemporary Uses of Vilca (Anadenanthera colubrina var cebil): A Major Ritual Plant in the Andes - Lema)
Im sure this has been pointed out a million times but, it looks like the citation add-on in the first two paragraphs and the original post are actually talking about the same thing, despite the way the add-on is phrased. The add-on mentions the oldest use being about 4000 years ago in the region currently known as Argentina, while the original post states 2130BC (which would have been a little mor ethan 4000 years ago) in the Argentine Andes (note: Argentine)
Normally I just like history stuff and move on without reblogging but I guess Im in a reblogging mood this morning...
[Description: A divorce lawyer answering the question "do you believe in soulmates?"
He answers: I believe that whoever created the concept of soulmates should be taken into the town square and beaten to death. Or you should tell me who they are so I can send them a check for a couple of hundred thousand dollars, because they have done more to facilitate the demise of happy marriages than I could ever aspire to doing.
The concept of a soulmate to me is absolutely bizarre. To suggest that out of eight billion other people in the world, that there's just this one person, and they happen by the way to live within like the same town as you, where they went to the same university as you - what were the odds of that? And that's the only person you could ever have a happy, fulfilling relationship with. That's insane, folks. It's insane. And by the way, it's toxic. Because here's the thing: when you get married, society essentially tells you, this person, they're supposed to be your best friend, best lover, best roommate, best travel companion, best co-parent - that's a hell of a resume, guy. Like, it'd be shocking to find someone who fits all three of those things.
So what happens when you have this concept of a soulmate? And my partner, you know, they're the best co-parent, they're the best roommate, the best travel companion, but you know, they're not the best lover I ever had. Well, they mustn't be your soulmate then. That means that there's somebody out there in the eight billion people, that they would be the perfect one. And that's what the horizon that just forever recedes and keeps people constantly craving the next thing that might check all of the boxes. It's dangerous.
Look, we break in relationship, we heal in relationship. You're marrying a human being. They're just as flawed as you. They have great moments, they have awful moments, they have heroic moments, they have villainous moments. This idea that somebody out there is going to be this perfect angelic presence in your life, it is a fiction, and it is the siren song that's gonna send you right into the rocks of my office. /End Description]
You can be talking to someone and she'll be like, "Oh I made a silly mistake. Women don't deserve voting rights teehee." And you'll be like, "What." And she'll be like, "Oh I'm sorry! That must sound so bad out of context. No it's this Tiktok meme where, if you're a girl and you do something dumb, you say 'Women don't deserve voting rights teehee.'"
And you'll be like, "That sounds bad." And she'll be like, "No no. It's totally not that bad. It's just a meme. Men say it too. Like if a man does something silly he'll be like, 'I am like those women who do not deserve to vote.'" And you'll be like, "Does that make it better?" And she'll be like, "Well there was one guy who tried to make 'Men shouldn't vote' a popular meme. But it never caught on and also he got yelled at a lot."
And then you drop it there because like, you're harshing the vibe.
God this makes me think of this screenshot:
"it minimizes you as a person" really wraps up my entire discomfort with the whole "oh but i'm just a girl" thing when used in most situations.
I think about this once a week