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can I get a job as an editor but the only thing I do is correct when someone uses the word "prone" when they mean "supine"
thank you wikipedia for this really good image
a helpful mnemonic for everyone
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This mnemonic has a permanent place in my life.
Every time in yoga class when my instructor would say "now get into a prone position" I would think "ah yes on your pronis"
In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly donât get it. I call it the Pascal Method.
Taylor Swift does this
no she doesnât
You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.
#I'm fucking crying#this is an instant classic#this is the next meme#i can't believe I'm here to see a baby copypasta nary two hours old#I can't#lol#i laughed way too hard#iconic
u ever see someone with extremely fucked up views (or actions) and think wowww if a couple of things in my life went the tiniest bit differently that would have been me
I think most people would benefit from reflecting on how this might be true for them
Sometimes people bitch about media, both fiction and nonfiction, that they think "humanizes" bad people, especially bigots fascists Nazis et cetera. And I'm just like. Hey. Hey. The problem is. They ARE human. HUMANS did that. Your next door neighbor could do that. Your grandma could do that. You could do that.
"No I'm a good person" why? Because you've gotten lucky and not seen propaganda yet that perfectly hit your buttons? Because you had people to correct you when you fucked up? Idk man I don't think we're all so different from the bad people. We're all just people.
Reminding ourselves of our shared humanity with terrible people does NOT serve to justify their actions. It serves to remind us that the seeds of what happened to them could get into us as well, or might already have. It reminds us to be vigilant and interrogate the hatred inside us.
If you convince yourself that you're just an Inherently Good Person who would never believe hateful things well. Now any little hateful thing that makes its way inside you undetected is never going to be interrogated. It will be left to grow undisturbed.
If you remember that those things can get into anyone, you know to look out for them, and weed them out when they appear, and take the criticism when others point them out in you. So remember, that could have been you. If you forget, maybe it will be.
Assorted free-range headcanons about Hollanov at 45-55 years old:
Shane starts getting grays at 35, so by 45 he is a salt-and-pepper kING. It makes for a distinguished photograph on his memoir. He has a ghostwriter, obviously, how do you expect him to just sit and write all day? He writes the chapter about his and Ilya's rivalry though, only at the end of the chapter is he like "And we were married in the summer of 2021 with a honeymoon in Spain. He's the best person I know." after just a dry comparison of all their stats Pre-Centaurs.
One child. Boychild. Shane's genes and a Russian name. Conceived via surrogacy after Ilya retires first due to busted ass knee syndrome. Child enjoys hockey. Not great at it. Looooves playing the oboe in school band. Shane checks it out and AS IT TURNS OUT the oboe is a difficult, competitive instrument. They proceed with characteristic intensity, as if this was athletics. Son, you're gonna win at the oboe.
Ilya needs glasses. He just steals Shane's off his face and it's a whole ritual that ends in them kissing. Boychild is mortified every time they're trying to read a take-out menu.
Shane gets into hockey commentary/podcasting and is notoriously. Um. Not Nice. A lot of "What?? What did I say??" It's never personal though. Just about players' shitty game.
Ilya is Big. Chunky. He's glorious. Muscle that now has fat over it. Arms like tree trunks. Torso: round. 100% Naturalized Canadian Citizen Beef. Hair, everywhere. Shane must BITE to check it all out and make sure everything is in order.
Shane gets really into individual athletics- rock climbing, marathons before he also gets busted ass knee syndrome, biking, swimming, anything where it's like testing the limits of his body against himself. Ilya is like a "fifty push-ups every day keeps me in shape enough to fuck you right" kind of guy, but he joins in sometimes just to make Shane get furious with competition
New rookie/juniors player billeting every year once boychild goes to music conservatory so they build a whole separate wing for the youngsters so it doesn't interfere with empty-nest fucking
Once they hit 50 they do get up stupid early like old men do and have old man coffee shop time with David Hollander (professional boring old man) at their favorite diner. Shane really cherishes this time with his dad and makes it a point to do it as often as they can. Conversely, they build Yuna a mother in law house when David passes away (death comes for us all) and she becomes crazy hockey mom to all their rookies.
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The only way forward is to stop treating masculinity as synonymous with harmful, monstrous, or dangerous.
There is a fundamental difference between "men are dangerous" (wrong, bioessentialist) and "the patriarchy allows dangerous men to exist unchecked" (true).
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you ever think about how Merlin, in modern day with modern medicine and understanding of the human body and its ailments, would YEARN for death 1000x over upon realizing the trek to the lake probably sealed the deal for Arthur's injuries? like that man had internal bleeding, torn organs clearly, and 100% had a spinal injury.
And he had that man on horseback.
he did what he could at the time but so you ever think about Merlin thinking about what he did wrong medically, in those final days?
MyShane does not play about ilyas depression btw. he just doesnât. its not a joke to him and he doesnât treat it as such. if he needs to lock all the medications in the house in the safe he will. if sveta needs to come and stay with them then shane will pay for her flights. if he needs to go on IR then shane will support him. he doesnât play abt his husbandâs health
like. he's taking the locks off the bathroom doors . he's calling in sick to look after him he's washing his hair for him. if he hears one too many jokes he's saying "hey, you've said that a few times this week, can we talk about it?"
he takes it so seriously. SO seriously. he runs a mental health charity let's be so for real he has soooo many resources at his disposal and he uses them!!!!;
MyShane does not play about ilyas depression btw. he just doesnât. its not a joke to him and he doesnât treat it as such. if he needs to lock all the medications in the house in the safe he will. if sveta needs to come and stay with them then shane will pay for her flights. if he needs to go on IR then shane will support him. he doesnât play abt his husbandâs health
like. he's taking the locks off the bathroom doors . he's calling in sick to look after him he's washing his hair for him. if he hears one too many jokes he's saying "hey, you've said that a few times this week, can we talk about it?"
he takes it so seriously. SO seriously. he runs a mental health charity let's be so for real he has soooo many resources at his disposal and he uses them!!!!;
yamaguchi is speaking up đ
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as âproblematicâ in class and our professor was like, âThatâs cool, but âproblematicâ doesnât really mean anything. It means that the thing youâre describing has a problem, and in and of itself thatâs not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else itâs not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like youâre trying to say that this is bad, but you donât want to say âbad.â Is that right?â
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the âbadâ thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, âIâm uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.â
Once we stopped calling things âproblematicâ and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, âthatâs racistâ or âthatâs misogynisticâ or âew capitalism grossâ out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, âUhhh... Iâm not sure whatâs so bad?â and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I canât help but think of this professor being like, âGood starting point, now letâs get specific.â I think when we have to commit to saying âthatâs ___â it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever weâre claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes itâs art, and it should be full of problems, because thatâs what art is.
Just sitting here thinking about Buck trying to get Theo into sports or something so that he can find an outlet for his endless energy. So Buck shows him a bunch of different pamphlets for sports at the rec department: soccer, tee ball, basketball, etc. To no oneâs surprise, Theo seems fascinated by basketball.
Of course, itâs basketball. Buck hates basketball, but if Theo wants to try it then heâll do whatever that kid wants. When he goes to sign Theo up for the sport, they say theyâll have to add him to a waiting list. The reason? They donât currently have enough parent volunteers to coach another 4-5 basketball team.
Buck knows nothing about basketball. Literally nothing - not that this seriously matters because itâs 4-5 year olds - but he canât just let them not have a team that Theo and can play on. So what does he do? He tells the rec heâs got a perfect volunteer to coach and signs Eddie up.
After doing so, Buck is a little worried that Eddie is going to be mad that he signed him up for this without asking so he makes a big dinner, gets his truck washed, buys his favorite beer at the store, and goes across down for Eddieâs favorite desert. But it turns out he didnât need to do all that because Eddieâs not even remotely mad. Heâs thrilled, telling Buck, âTheo wants to play basketball? Are you kidding? This is perfect! Finally thereâs a Buckley that wants to play basketball with me!â
He shows up to their next shift with a pair of basketball court shoes and a tiny LA Lakers jersey for Theo. As well as a dry-erase clipboard with the basketball court outlined on it and markers because heâs planning on making practice plans during their down time. The rest of the 118 are so confused as to why Eddie is the one coaching this team and not Buck, and keep sharing so many funny looks. But Buck canât stop smiling because Eddie is just so excited.
When the first practice rolls around Eddie picks up Theo to take him to the gym while Buck goes to pick up Chris from some after school thing and bring the post-practice snacks for the kids because Eddie might be the coach, but Buck is the official snack dad. When Chris and Buck show up at the gym they stake seat on the bleachers with the other parents waiting for practice to end and watch. Itâs a little chaotic because theyâre 4 year old boys, but Eddie is so good with kids that theyâre latching on to every word he says. Are the kids any good? Not in the slightest, but theyâre trying their best and Eddie is beaming the whole time.
One of the momâs comes and sits next to them, introduces herself and asks, âWhich one is yours?â When he points out Theo, she says, âOh, Theo? That means you must be Coach Eddieâs husband. God, you really know how to pick him. That manâs a miracle worker. Youâre so lucky.â Buck nearly chokes, but before he can correct her, Chris pipes up beside him with a smirk replying loud enough for her to hear, âYeah, Buck. Weâre so lucky youâve got a husband like dad.â Buck glares at him because now all the team parents are going to think he and Eddie are actually married, but Chris just gives him a shit-earring grin before going back to scrolling on his phone.
When they take turns practicing shooting at the end the only one to make a basket is Theo and everyone is so excited. The other kids cheer for him, but the first thing he does is go rushing over to Eddie who scoops him up in a big hug as Theo giggles with excitement over his basket, talking a mile a minute by giving him a replay of the shot as if Eddie hadnât just witnessed it. Eddie just listens intently, nodding along grinning widely as he reacts to Theoâs retelling. Buck physically canât stop the way his chest cracks in half at seeing the two of them together. Beside him Chris sighs and says, âThose heart eyes youâre wearing right now? Thatâs why people think youâre married.â
Buck scoffs, âI do not look at your dad with heart eyes.â
âBuck, youâve looked at my dad with heart eyes every single day since I was seven. I know what it looks like. Itâs seared into my brain.â
Buck doesnât have time to think about Chrisâs comment because Eddie calls for practice to end. After a quick chat and a team chant, Eddie directs the kids over to Buck and Chris to get snacks. In the chaos of Buck and Chris handing out snacks he doesnât realize at first that Theo hasnât joined them. Not until heâs got two extra snack baggie and juice boxes (one labeled with Spider-Man and the other Coach Eddie). When he looks up he sees Theo still running around on the court giggling wildly, carrying the basketball as Eddie chases him around. Eventually Eddie scoops up the 4-year-old and lifts him up to basket and lets Theo dunk. With a cheer, Theo kicks his legs for Eddie to let him down to he can get the ball and they can do it again.
That feeling comes back as he watches them this time, only for Chris to elbow him and tease, âYouâre doing it again.â
Buck thinks in that moment⊠okay, yeah. Maybe I am⊠and maybe⊠maybe Maddie was right. It wouldnât be so crazyâŠ
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