Oct. 1st, 2019

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Tiësto, Jonas Blue & Rita Ora - Ritual
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burplesnurf2:

the cha cha slide in full metal armor

“sliiide to the left”

*indescribably loud screeching of metal against asphalt*

“one hop this time”

*clonk*

“two hops this time”

*clonk clonk*

“everybody clap your hands!”

*clankclankclankclankclank*

Ask and ye shall receive ft. my drunk ass
Any other requests? Send ‘em my way! 
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This amazing Bangladeshi air cooler is made from plastic bottles and uses no electricity:

kieraoona:

This you can even make with a cereal box, pop bottles, a craft or box cutter knife, and some duct tape.  For those who are trying to beat the heat and don’t have an AC unit, or are trying to save money on their electricity bill.

To make your own, please follow the following steps for a window strip:

Materials:  Cardboard (i used a cereal box), Duct tape (in the colour of your choice), pop bottles or water bottles (just the tops as you can see how they were cut), some cutting device to cut cardboard and/or tape, and a marker, or marking device of your choice that will mark onto cardboard 

Step 1)  Cut off your pop or water off at the widest point so it makes kind of a funnel shape

Step 2) you can make these bigger, but I made mine into a strip.  Cut the cardboard into how big you want your panel or strip.  Trace the base of your cap and mark the centre of where the lid goes with an X (thats where the opening will go.  In the picture, I made mine just a bit wider than the pop bottle tops

Step 3)  Cut the X where you marked it, and make it so it’s cut big enough to push the smallest part of your bottle through the X

Step 4) Secure all the spout parts with Duct tape (in the colour of your choice.  Mine’s purple.)  You do not have to do step 4, but it is advised so the pop bottle tops dont pop out of the openings you made.

Step 5) Place your strip or panel with the biggest part facing the screen or opening of your window, and have the smallest part facing the inside of the building.

The science:  as the air blows into the wider part of the pop bottle cone, it compresses the air and cools it down as it goes through the smaller part, hence cooling the air around you without having to use any electricity to make this work.

I hope this tutorial helps you to beat the heat!

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pianopadawan:

Imagine Kylo dragging Hux along on all his “secret” dates with Rey because he doesn’t trust Hux not to stage a coup while he’s gone…

Imagine Poe tagging along with Rey because Leia needs someone to spy and make sure Rey doesn’t turn to the dark side…

And that’s how GingerPilot gets together.
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orangelemonart:

lets talk about how the gender neutral wardrobe is boyish clothes because feminine clothes aren’t considered neutral

and it’s totally connected with the idea that men are the default

^^^^^^^
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permian-tropos:

permian-tropos:

rey in resistance reborn: how did ben solo turn to the dark side actually

leia: you’re just going to have to ask him yourself

me: *flips a table* LEIA YOU’RE ON THIN FUCKINGK ICE

I get that she’s saying she doesn’t know either, and maybe she’s right to give up on wondering. the next quote from the excerpt is “Ben has made his choices. No one can save Ben but himself. And I don’t know if that is what he wants.”

which is appropriate for the characters in the story at this point, they have no reason to concern themselves with saving Kylo Ren’s soul anymore

but on another level I’m just annoyed about how there’s nothing to say about Kylo Ren as usual and of course people will try to say things about him anyway. in canon itself, he’s a conversation black hole. and that’s really fun for a little while with a character but it can’t go on forever and when the mystique wears out it’s replaced by a feeling of “well then they don’t matter and we really should stop caring” 
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Hey there love, sorry it took me such a long time to answer. 
I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way, I know how difficult it is to deal with this.
Since this is not an ask, but more of a vent I think, I’m not sure what I can do to help you (if there’s something specific you can think of, please contact me). But I do have a few things to say.
First of all, you’re right, people are fighting, and people want change, and most importantly, people are WAKING UP. This is so so important because up until even last year, I didn’t hear anyone talking about this. Not in the media and not the people around me were really aware of what was going on, and no one was talking about solutions. Now, it’s everywhere. 
Second of all, I want you to know that what you’re feeling is valid. Climate and environmental grief and anxiety are real and serious things, and you are not the only one who feels them. You are not alone in this, and your feelings are absolutely valid. Most of my followers feel the same way sometimes. I feel the same way sometimes. 
About dealing with these feelings, you probably know from a recent post of mine that I’m still struggling with that, too. I received so so much support over this post, and some of the comments and posts that I posted after that have some ideas that might help you too. I can only give you some of the advise that has been given to me and that has helped in the past. Still, as I said, it’s not a perfect solution. Focus on what you can control, not on what you can’t. Plant trees, go to clean-ups, reduce single-use plastic and meat and dairy products. Join activist groups or protests and other events around you if you can. Learn to bake and cook. Go and vote, in the upcoming elections. Encourage your family and friends to do the same.
And please, please, take care of yourself. There’s no shame at all in asking for help. On the contrary, it proves just how strong you are. If you need to, ask for professional help, even a school counselor will do. Let your family and friends (if you’re able to) know how you feel. They can support you as well.

I hope this helped a little, and I’m sorry I couldn’t do more to help. If you ever want to talk or if you have a question, my inbox is always open (this goes to anyone who sees this)!
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danniquee:

im really looking forward to palpatine’s redemption arc this december!!
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leafyfiddle13:

“The Knights – from which Kylo draws the latter part of his name – are a nightmarish squad of enforcers who do the bidding of the former Ben Solo. A rag-tag band of thugs and killers decked in black just like their leader, though far more battleworn. Armored in disparate styles – one sports a cowl, one an angry welder’s mask, another a checkered draughtboard faceplate– they pack a similarly eclectic arsenal, from multi-barreled assault cannon to oversized, anime-style sword, poleaxe and a wicked-looking mace.”

-EMPIRE Magazine, November 2019

“a nightmarish squad of enforcers who do the bidding of the former Ben Solo. A rag-tag band of thugs and killers decked in black just like their leader.”

Not the good kind of creepy. And it doesn’t reflect well on Kylo and his redeemability does it?
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star wars moodboards → rey x finn

“So I ran. Right into you. And you looked at me like no one ever had.”
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god bless everyone involved in this
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Summoning a demon just for a cuddle session is valid
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Getting some good Fem!Kylux moments in
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timdrakeothy:

hot take: ‘chivalry’ is fine as long as it’s adapted to 21st century values. if you are a male, you SHOULD be aware that your female friends face certain issues that you as a male dont. acting on that awareness in a way that keeps your female friends safe, isn’t a bad thing.

like… opening doors isn’t rly chivalrous when it’s just a thing you ought to do for everyone. but real 21st century chivalry might be, like, standing between your female friend and the guy that’s trying to get her drunk, or offering to walk her home when it’s late.

if the ‘chivalry’ inconveniences everyone involved and you’re just doing it for your over-inflated male ego — ie, “no you’re the girl here, you HAVE to let me hold this door for you and do all these things for you even when you can do it yourself and im just slowing you down” — then it’s just outdated misogyny.

Chivalry was literally designed to make nobles aware of their power and influence so they don’t unintentionally harm people when trying to do their job of leading and protecting people. Modern chivalry should carry on that sentiment of men and white people becoming aware of their own power of privilege and influence to help and protect the lives of their peers.

*Not to inflate their egos, but because it’s the good thing to do and makes the world a better place to be.

Chivalry, at its core, involves being helpful to people who don’t have your advantages. 

It involved generosity and protecting those weaker than oneself: including opening doors when doors were made of badly fit heavy wood and often got stuck,and women, especially undernourished exhausted-from-childcare women, had a harder time opening them. It involved not lying, and following through on your promises. (A guy who is consistently late with the accounting reports, which delays the whole team, is not dedicated to chivalry, no matter how polite he is on a date.) 

Chivalry is a code of ethics that involves dedicating one’s strength and skills in service to others; it’s not based on gender roles. 

Chivalry is a code of ethics that involves dedicating one’s strength and skills in service to others; it’s not based on gender roles.
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TIL humans are the best known throwers in the animal kingdom. Even children can reach pitching speeds of ~70 mph, while healthy adult chimpanzees, our closest living relatives, can only throw at ~20 mph.

via ift.tt

Good to know I can beat every other species on earth at dodgeball or baseball

evolved to YEET

A species of tossers
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yesterday’s warm up sketch: big sulky

@ marvel pls don’t kill a boy

patreon | ko-fi
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lesbianshepard:

there’s an educational trivia game at the citadel on the exhibits on different planets called “Dog or Not?” that shows pictures of various four legged mammals and asks if they’re a breed of dog.

it was mainly for kids to learn about the diversity of earth’s flora and fauna but it became popular with adult aliens too and had to be shut down after almost causing no less than three diplomatic incidents.

they brought it to the nexus and it’s caused two more so far

“That’s definitely a dog.” “Incorrect. This is actually an animal called a ‘raccoon’” “What? No! It’s got the ears and the tail!”

“Okay, okay, I got this. That’s not a dog. It’s way too big it’s uhhh I think humans call them bears.” “Incorrect. This is a dog breed called a ‘newfoundland’” 

And when it becomes such a cultural obsession that they run tournaments and the final rounds are displayed live on the worldswide hologram system …

Somewhat cocky contestant (who heckles the others for wrong answers) looks at the hologram on display: “I’ve read up on a lot of Earth animals, even visited the Earth zoo, so you can’t fool me.  It’s a picture on a farm so that’s the first clue.  It’s white, fluffy, got a sloping forehead and no distinct… muzzle.. if I do remember the term correctly.  It’s most definitely a sheep.”  

Trivia host (attempting to hide their joy at finally being able to tell the contestant they’re wrong):  “I’m sorry, that is a dog called a Bedlington Terrier.  It is actually bred to look like a sheep, but notice the lack of keratinized tissue coverings on the extremities that make contact with the ground.  You missed quite an obvious difference there.”  (after the contestant stutters a bit and protests about dogs made specifically to look like not-dogs) “Let’s take it to the judges then” (after consulting small podium-top hologram of judging panel, now grinning and dripping with sarcasm) “Awwww…unfortunately it is a dog and rules of the game do not allow us to award partial credit… toooooo baaaaaad” (super cheerfully) “aaand… next image please!” 
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you future is up to you. create something you can be proud of
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The name’s Crowley.

A.J. Crowley.

In honour of the one time he bought petrol, and the James Bond bullet hole window transfers.

(Please check out fanbook preorder!)
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thetrashywritingwitch:

ITS NEVER TOO LATE TO FINISH THAT FIC!!!

This is so inspiring and uplifting.

three days ago I got an ao3 subscription update email and the author’s note on the chapter said they’d come back and written chapter ten SIXTEEN YEARS after chapter nine was published, so, never fear to hit that subscribe button folks

It took Stephen King 26 YEARS to write the next chapter of one of his Dark Tower books

LEAVE THAT COMMENT. Even if the fic is old. You never know who’s listening, or if your words are exactly the little push that author needs to take a trip down memory lane and remember all the wonderful things that inspired them to write the fic in the first place. Think about it, Reader. YOU could be the person that RESURRECTS THAT FIC!
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re: concussion types: you mentioned global amnesia being incredibly rare as a side effect of head trauma, so i was wondering, how bad would the trauma have to be to induce “i can’t remember anything” amnesia? most info i found relates to memory loss around the time of the trauma, not on total memory loss which really speaks to uncommon it is, but if you have any insight i would love to know! (also from what i gather, you’d lose not only memories but physical skills as well, reading, walking etc)

So, the correct term for what we’re talking about is Retrograde Amnesia. This is the loss of previously created memories. There’s a lot of potential causes, but as with concussions, it’s not about how hard you’re hit, it’s what your brain is doing.

In a lot of cases, it’s not even about an injury; simply, something in your brain doesn’t work right. Your brain stores and recovers a lot of information on a regular bases, and whenever something goes wrong, whether that’s due injury, illness, chemicals, electroshock “therapy,” or psychological factors, it’s amnesia.

The term itself, is a bit misleading, because it’s describing a wide range of similar symptoms under a single header. The term itself is basically just, “can’t remember.” So, technically, if you forgot where you left your keys, and wanted to be overly dramatic, you could call that amnesia. No one else would be likely to agree, but you wouldn’t be completely wrong.

Complete Retrograde Amnesia is incredibly rare. I don’t have a number for this, the rate of incidence is that low. It’s a bit confused, because things like dementia are forms of retrograde amnesia. So, this can become a question of severity.

The one I do have numbers for is Transient Global Amnesia. I’ve actually had the privilege of watching an entire TGA event from start to finish. The rate of incidence there is about 5:100,000, and events usually last for less than a day.

TGA is complete anterograde amnesia, with mild retrograde amnesia. In this case, the patient was unable to form new long term memories for about six to eight hours, and while the event persisted they were unable to recall events in the previous nine months to a year. This lead to some remarkably repetitive conversations. After the event completed they were unable to recall events from roughly six hours before the event started until after it’s conclusion, and my understanding is they never recovered those memories.

During initial onset, the immediate fear was that the patient was experiencing a stroke. Given the symptoms, that was a reasonable concern.

Lit says that the patient should be able to remember, roughly, the last five minutes during the event. That sounds consistent with what I saw, but I didn’t time it.

So, there’s a term up there, “anterograde.” Let’s describe these. Retrograde simply means, “moving backwards.” Outside of amnesia, you’ll most often encounter this regarding the movement of celestial bodies. Under the geocentric model of the solar system, planets which appeared to reverse course were a serious puzzle, and the phenomena was described as, “retrograde motion.” When you add the fact that planets orbit around the sun, and not the earth, it makes perfect sense. They’re not reversing course, it’s simply a function of the planets’ orbits creating the illusion of reverse motion. Planets are still described as being “in retrograde,” to indicate that their apparent motion has reversed from the perspective of earth, even though we now understand why this happens.

Similarly, anterograde simply means “moving forward.” (Worth knowing that, while retrograde derives from Latin, and has been around since, at least, Middle English, anterograde is a modern word.) When dealing with amnesia, anterograde is the inability to form new memories. IE: “Without memories moving forward.”

As with any other form, anterograde amnesia can be there result of a number of different causes, including some illnesses, chemical reactions, brain tumors, injuries, and stroke.

Anterograde amnesia can also be experienced as a result of being put under general anesthesia. This means, I’ve probably experienced this first hand, but have no recollection of it.

A concussion can result in either anterograde, retrograde, or a combination of both forms of amnesia. Usually associated with damage to the medial temporal lobe. Note: this part of your brain does a bit more than just store memories. It’s also responsible for spacial cognition. If I remember correctly, but I can’d find reference to verify right now, damage to the medial temporal lobe also result in epileptic seizures, and loss (or at least impairment) of emotional control.

Since we’re talking about neural structure, and way out of my depth already, let’s talk a little more about memory. You have at least two distinct types of memories. Episodic memories are things you experience. If you stop and think back to something that happened, that’s an Episodic memory. Semantic memories are skills, and abstract knowledge. While knowledge derives from episodic experiences, you actually store this stuff differently. (I’m not clear on the exact, chemical or biological distinction here.) This is important to understand when talking about amnesia, because what you have seen and what you know are different kinds of memories. So, the idea that someone can’t remember who they are, but still has all their knowledge and skills, isn’t that far fetched. Except for the part where they can’t remember anything about who they are.

I’m going to stick a note in here: You asked about walking, that’s not a memory. Your brain is pretty well hardwired to do that. There’s actually a number of basic actions and functions of fine motor control, that have nothing to do with memory. Some of this stuff will atrophy if you don’t use it, but you’re not going to forget it. One of the more interesting ones is swimming, as infants are born with a reflexive ability to (attempt to) swim. This atrophies pretty quickly, but, it’s interesting.

One form of amnesia we’ve all experienced is infantile amnesia. This just discusses the phenomena where people do not (generally) remember the first three to five years of their lives. (There are exceptions, but those are rare.) This is simply a function of neural development, and may be tied to development of language skills.

There is one last variety you should familiarize yourself with: Dissociative amnesia. This a psychologically derived. It includes things like repressed memories and fugue states. The patient decides (at a sub-conscious level) not to remember something. This can be because the event is so traumatic they refuse to acknowledged it, or any number of other factors. In some extreme cases, the patient rejects themselves. They forget everything. Technically the memories are still intact, it’s not they put their brain on a bulk eraser and nuked it. They simply will not interface with those memories. In some ways can be pretty, “laser guided,” because the patient is trying to protect themselves, and are the best suited to know if something’s going to cause problems.

As a therapist, there a fairly decent argument not to probe someone with dissociative amnesia too deeply, unless they really are asking you to. We don’t talk about this much, but when it comes to psychology and the Hippocratic oath, if the patient is not being harmed by their issues, or harming others, you don’t mess with them. A patient with a dissociative amnesia who is happy with who they are, is not someone who “needs to be dragged back to face themselves.” Chances are, there were really good reasons their mind went, “nope,” duct taped the whole thing in a box, and chucked in the back of a closet. If the patient comes to you distressed because they can’t remember who they were, that’s different. If the patient simply can’t remember who they were, but is fine who they are, do no harm.

Okay, that’s amnesia, let’s talk about why you should never use this stuff in your writing.

The amnesiac point of view character is a very, very, useful trope. It’s too useful. This is why it has become cliche.

When you create a new world, you as the writer, know the rules, you know players, you know all the moving pieces. Your audience knows nothing. At this point, you have to decide how to introduce your audience to your world. What better way than picking a PoV character who remembers nothing and needs to be spoon fed the backstory as they go along? The audience, and the character, will acquire information at the same rate as they progress through the story.

Amnesiac characters can also justify a lot of exposition. If they know nothing, then they’ll have to have all of this explained to them. But, you might have just noticed a problem, that’s not how amnesia works (in most cases.)

Someone might not remember that the person they’re talking to killed their sister, but they are going to remember the factions and other political considerations that govern the other character’s motivations. Some details will be missing, but the abstract knowledge should be intact.

Many amnesiac PoV characters aren’t really amnesiac, they’re simply audience proxies who are unfamiliar with the backstory, blundering around, as the world is gradually filled in.

Now, having just picked at this a bit, it works very well. Especially if you, (as the writer) are not yet comfortable with the setting. The problem, and the reason I said, “don’t use this,” is because it has become cliche, due to overuse. You can’t pick a fantasy novel off the shelf without accidentally knocking over eighteen more about edgy amnesiac heroes wandering around someone’s home brew D&D campaign. It gets worse when you get into other media.

There are some other good uses. One is an amnesiac character investigating themselves. There’s a lot of this in the thriller genre. Much like the case above, this is a bit cliche, but is also a situation with some unique options. Robert Ludlum’s The Bourne Identity comes to mind as an interesting variant of this. Though the amnesiac spy has been done to death since.

Amnesia is a very useful, very potent, tool for a writer. It’s one you do not want to abuse, because, when misused, it will deprive your story of its uniqueness. If you have to chose between an amnesiac PoV, or committing to a PoV character that’s up to speed, pick the latter. It may not seem as easy, but it gives you more control than your realize.

-Starke

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Q&A: Amnesia was originally published on How to Fight Write.
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combine big mood and same hat for the inexplicably powerful Big Hat

heres cyndi lauper perfectly encapsulating the spirit of Big Hat
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How We Treat Our Prisoners 4

“So where we headed cause honestly I just punched in some random coordinates so we could get out of there.” Finn smirked and Poe laughed as he scrubbed his face with his hands. “Ugh I don’t know!” He shrugged and shook his head. “If the First Order was there because they knew we have him, then there isn’t a medcenter in the galaxy that’s safe and if we take him back to base…” Poe trailed off and Finn gave him a nod. “Look, man. You tried. I give you a lot of credit for that but this is getting dangerous now, for all of us.” Poe stood and put his hands on his hips for a moment before turning. “Where you going?” Finn called after him.

“I’m gonna see how he’s doing.”

——-

Poe cautiously stuck his head in the door. Hux was awake and staring at the ceiling so Poe walked in. “General,” Hux startled a bit and started trying to lift himself onto his elbows. Poe rushed over, “hey hey hey, don’t get up on my account,” he pulled a chair over and sat making Hux lie back down in order to be at eye level with Poe. “I’m a little surprised you’re awake. How you feelin’?” Hux’s eyes lazily blinked as he gave a faint smile, “Tired but-“ he strained to pick his head up and motioned to his feet. Poe looked down to see that he was wiggling his toes. “Hey! Look at you! That’s great.” Hux was smiling, “Thank you. Small victories.” Poe’s smile faded and his brow once again furrowed. “So. What happened?” Hux asked. Poe sighed giving a thought to lying but deciding against it. “The First Order showed up. We had to run.” Hux pursed his lips unsure how to feel about that information. He didn’t like being captured of course but he also knew that for the moment the safest place in the galaxy felt as though it was with Poe Dameron, problematic as that was for him. “So what now?” Poe laughed, “Well that, my friend, is the million credit question. If they showed up because of you, we have to go back to the base. No where else is safe. If they didn’t show up because of you but rather just a random oppressive act of First Order debauchery, we could go to another medcenter but we have no way of knowing. And if we go back to the base, well we know that story already. So, I don’t know what’s next. I don’t know what the right thing to do is.” Poe leaned forward placing his head in his hands as his elbows rested on his knees. Hux looked at the man; a man who had saved his life multiple times, who had risked his career for him, who had every right to hate Hux, who now was debating whether to put himself in danger once again on his behalf, and knew exactly what they needed to do. “You have to go back.” Poe picked his head up, “What?”

“It’s the only choice. You have to assume they were there for me. It’s too coincidental otherwise. And you can’t risk being captured by them. No, you must return to your base. I insist.” Hux smiled at Poe.

“I can’t guarantee-“

“General Dameron, you owe me nothing. No guarantees, no quality of treatment, nothing. I personally ordered my men to torture you for information.”

Poe smirked, “I remember.”

Hux’s face dropped almost as if ashamed, “You owe me nothing, do you understand? This is war and you have already gone above and beyond the expectations of a true gentlemen so I insist, we go back and you no longer risk yourself on my behalf.”

“Hux-“

“Whatever my fate, it is less than I deserve.” As his eyes began to well with tears, he shifted his focus back to the ceiling as a single bead of water escaped the corner of his eye, swiftly rolling down his cheek.

Poe didn’t know what to think or do or say. He turned to leave before stopping in the doorway and turning around. “I don’t know how this ends. I don’t know how it should end. You have done awful things and I know, it’s war. But the past few days, I don’t know, man, this guy doesn’t seem like that guy. And I don’t know what that means. So I don’t know what you think you deserve but I’m guessing I disagree. But I don’t know how you make it right, or if you even want to. This whole kriffing thing, man. I don’t know….” and more confused than when he came in, he headed back to the controls this time with the proper coordinates.

——-

Poe and Finn had his arms draped over their shoulders as they exited the ship. This time Hux was actually helping carry some of his own weight as they moved down the ramp. Members of Kalonia’s team rushed up and took over, freeing Poe and Finn as Hux looked back at them for a moment before being whisked away. “So,” Poe asked Kalonia, “What now?” She shrugged a little, “We’ll check him out and see what we’re working with. The head wound looked better, hopefully that bodes well for the skull fracture.”

“He can wiggle his toes too.” Poe wiggles his fingers as if demonstrating.

Kalonia smiles, “That’s good! That’s a good sign. You did good, Sir.” She grabbed Poe’s arm with a small squeeze and winked at Finn before turning to follow her team. As she disappeared around the corner another woman appeared.

“Kriff. Shit. Should I run? Is it too late to run? She’s gonna hit me…” Poe muttered and turned around as Finn tried to assure him he would be fine and turned him to face her.

“Finn. General. Where’s the prisoner?” Leia strode up and stopped abruptly in front of them.

“Med team took him.” Finn smiled and Poe nodded uncomfortably. “Thank you. You’re dismissed, Finn.” He looked over at Poe who was begging him to stay with his eyes, “I don’t have anywhere to- I could stay or-“ Leia was shaking her head, “okay, well then- I guess I’ll be dismissed then.” He walked past Leia before turning back to mouth ‘IM SORRY’ to Poe.

“So General-“ Poe began before Leia held up a hand and he stopped. “Let me tell you exactly what’s going to happen now. You’re not leaving this medbay. You’re assigned to babysit the General every waking hour of the day as I told the council I’ve assigned you to do. In a few days, they’ll finish their trial-“

Poe looked confused, “Wait, what? They’re holding a trial without him?!”

Leia sighed, “The council determined that his presence was not necessary-“

“At his own trial?!” Poe raised his voice and Leia took a step in motioning for him to lower his voice. “Poe, may I remind you that man is responsible for the death of five planets worth of people and then some. Not five people. Not five ships. Five planets worth of people. Billions of lives. Do you understand that?” Poe rolled his eyes, “Yes.” Leia sighed. “Then you know how this ends, Poe. The council has no choice. The only answer to pay for his crimes-“

“You’re gonna kill him. Really? Leia-“

“An execution is the councils only appropriate action to answer the crimes committed. Poe. Billions of live.”

“So what’s one more, right?” Poe huffed and put his hands on his hips, “I brought him back to help him. They’re in there treating him. For what?!” Leia couldn’t give him an answer. Poe was mad. No, not mad. Furious. Frustrated. Hopeless. He turned and in a moment of pure anger pushed a table behind him over. As everything crashed to the floor, Leia jumped a bit at the act of aggression. After a moment when everything settled, she turned to leave. “I’ll let you know when the council announces their decision.”

———-

A little over an hour later, Poe peered into the room where they had Hux. Kalonia saw him and came outside. “How’s he looking?” Poe asked trying to keep his emotions in check. “Surprisingly good. Skull fracture is almost completely healed, ribs look so much better and the majority of the small breaks in his feet have healed. You did really good.” Poe gave her a half hearted smile, thinking to himself how much of a waste this all was. “So what now?” He huffed. “Well, we wrapped his ribs and gave him some pain meds so we could finish setting the major breaks and now it’s just time.” Poe nodded. “Well thanks, Doc. The General ordered me to stay here so you’re guys can get to other patients.” Kalonia furrowed her brow, “You sure? We, uh, gave him the good stuff.” Poe nodded and Kalonia went in to clear the room.

——

“Look! It looks like I’m wearing boots and a medical gown!” Hux smiled as Poe approached and lifted his feet one at a time to show Poe the boot like casts he was wearing. Poe laughed, “Real style right there, General!” Hux waved his hand at Poe, “You should call me, Hux, probably. No! Not Hux probably. That’s not my name! Just Hux. Not probably.” Hux laughed and Poe shook his head. “They really did give you the good stuff, huh?” Hux nodded and his eyes went wide, “Oh yes it’s very good. Except,” his face dropped and he tried to lean into Poe but only moved an inch or so on the bed, “I have to use the fresher. A lot.”

Poe struggled not to laugh, “Oh. Okay. Well, let’s get you over there then.”

——-

As they made their way into the refresher, Poe realized that he was supporting almost all of Hux’s weight. “Okay so I’m gonna put you down-“

“No, I have to…” Hux mumbled a little, “I have to pee.” Poe sighed, “Can you not do that sitting dow-“

“I prefer to stand.” Hux’s head lolled over to look at Poe who still had him draped over his shoulder. He rolled his eyes again and moved him into position. “Grab the rail.” Hux followed instructions holding onto the rail and Poe. “Okay so I’ll be right behind you-“

“No! I can’t stand without you. I’m too dizzy.” Poe huffed, “What do you want me to do?!” in frustration. Hux looked like a kicked puppy, “can you just, stay here and help me aim it-“

“SERIOUSLY?!” Poe shouted.

“I REALLY HAVE TO GO! PLEASE!” Hux pleaded and began shifting uncomfortably. “FINE!” Poe shouted while shaking his head. He reached passed the gown and helped Hux aim at the fresher. “Okay go.” Poe gave him instructions while looking as far away as he could. “You know why I was such an asshole to you when we captured you?” Hux began to relieve himself and Poe shook his head. “Cause you’re an asshole?” Execution was looking better and better to him. “Well yes, but it’s because I envy you. You’re so suave and talented and loved and good looking…” as Hux spoke, Poe’s eyes went wide in shock, “and I guess, I was just jealous and since it’s not like I have any good coping mechanisms to handle human emotions, I made them take it out on your pretty face-“

“Could we maybe talk about this when I’m not holding your-“ Poe rolled his eyes and shook his head as the man continued to relieve himself, “when I’m not holding you!”

“I’m sorry.” He sputtered a little before finally stopping. Poe helped clean him up and get him back into bed before rushing over to wash his hands. By the time he came back to sit in the chair and Hux’s side, he was already laughing about the last twenty minutes. “Let’s not do that again okay?” Poe laughed and Hux looked sad. “I’m sorry.” Poe shook his head. “It’s okay, man. We all… go.” Poe winked as if they now shared a secret that he expected Hux to carry to his grave. “Can I ask you, something.” Hux nodded slowly, growing more and more drowsy. “You said you don’t have coping mechanisms for emotions. What the hell does that mean?”

Hux sighed and thought for a moment. “I didn’t know my mother. My father said she was a whore and never loved me. I don’t know if that’s the truth, I never will. But I do know for a fact that my father didn’t love me. Nor did he like me, he barely tolerated me. Mostly I believe he kept me around so that he could hit someone when he was mad or sad or anything. He made himself big by making me feel small, powerless. I wasn’t a son to him, I was a pet. Someone to be obedient to him, do his bidding. When you aren’t raised human, you tend not to know how to act human. I’m not trying to make excuses, I know-“ he nodded and looked at Poe with the most genuine eyes, “I know I’ve done unforgivable things in my life. I just-“ Hux bit the inside of his cheek, “I just thought if I could bring order to the chaos of this galaxy then never again could someone like him hurt someone like me. Never again could a child be ravaged by a monster without consequence. If there were rules and oversights, we could protect everyone. No more would the unruly nature of this galaxy take its toll on the innocent.”

Poe didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry that happened to you.” Hux shrugged a little, “I had him killed. You should know that.” he announced as if trying to regain his image of murderous maniac but Poe just nodded in understanding. “I think maybe you should, um, try to get some sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” Hux gave him a nod and tried to shift into a comfortable position, “Goodnight, General Dameron.” Poe stood and smiled at Hux, “I’ve held your dick, Hux. You should probably be calling me Poe.” He smiled, easing the tension in a way only Poe Dameron could and Hux gave him a little smile. “Goodnight, Poe.”
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althought I wanted to finish these while it was winter , it’s still snowing here so  here, some warmly dressed folks!
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I found this little book on ‘Vadar’s little Princess’ 

It is so adorable!
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I know you’re tired bitch but keep fucking going
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Our Hubble Space Telescope has been exploring the wonders of the universe for nearly 30 years, answering some of our deepest cosmic questions. Some of Hubble’s most exciting observations have been about black holes — places in space where gravity pulls so much that not even light can escape. As if black holes weren’t wild enough already, Hubble has helped us make discoveries that show us they’re even weirder than we thought!

Supermassive Black Holes Are Everywhere

First, these things are all over the place. If you look at any random galaxy in the universe, chances are it has a giant black hole lurking in its heart. And when we say giant, we’re talking as massive as millions or even billions of stars! 

Hubble found that the mass of these black holes, hidden away in galactic cores, is linked to the mass of the host galaxy — the bigger the galaxy, the bigger the black hole. Scientists think this may mean that the black holes grew along with their galaxies, eating up some of the stuff nearby.

Some Star Clusters Have Black Holes

A globular cluster is a ball of old, very similar stars that are bound together by gravity. They’re fairly common — our galaxy has at least 150 of them — but Hubble has found some black sheep in the herd. Some of these clusters are way more massive than usual, have a wide variety of stars and may even harbor a black hole at the center. This suggests that at least some of the globular clusters in our galaxy may have once been dwarf galaxies that we absorbed.

Black Hole Jets Regulate Star Birth

While black holes themselves are invisible, sometimes they shoot out huge jets of energy as gas and dust fall into them. Since stars form from gas and dust, the jets affect star birth within the galaxy. 

Sometimes they get rid of the fuel needed to keep making new stars, but Hubble saw that it can also keep star formation going at a slow and steady rate.

Black Holes Growing in Colliding Galaxies

If you’ve ever spent some time stargazing, you know that staring up into a seemingly peaceful sea of stars can be very calming. But the truth is, it’s a hectic place out there in the cosmos! Entire galaxies — these colossal collections of gas, dust, and billions of stars with their planets — can merge together to form one supergalaxy. You might remember that most galaxies have a supermassive black hole at the center, so what happens to them when galaxies collide? 

In 2018, Hubble unveiled the best view yet of close pairs of giant black holes in the act of merging together to form mega black holes!

Gravitational Wave Kicks Monster Black Hole Out of Galactic Core

What better way to spice up black holes than by throwing gravitational waves into the mix! Gravitational waves are ripples in space-time that can be created when two massive objects orbit each other. 

In 2017, Hubble found a rogue black hole that is flying away from the center of its galaxy at over 1,300 miles per second (about 90 times faster than our Sun is traveling through the Milky Way). What booted the black hole out of the galaxy’s core? Gravitational waves! Scientists think that this is a case where two galaxies are in the late stages of merging together, which means their central black holes are probably merging too in a super chaotic process. 

Want to learn about more of the highlights of Hubble’s exploration? Check out this page! https://www.nasa.gov/content/goddard/2017/highlights-of-hubble-s-exploration-of-the-universe

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This is pretty meta

The peer reviewer’s comments are the best

I ghost-didn’t-write this

and you say scientists don’t know how to have fun…

Professional BSery at it’s finest

Translation: You’re longwinded, my homie, please keep producing nothing.
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Comic book artists be drawing women like
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❤   #HUXLIVE  #SAVEHUX
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so Cabanel’s Fallen Angel is one of my favorite paintings and I needed to remake it with Crowley because well, I read this book 15 years ago and it is about damn time I did some kind of fanart
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Time for a soak.

PS: first tutorial video should be up this week!

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AFAB NB looking for a bra that controls your assets without feeling like a statement of the femininity you don’t have or want? Asexuals and lesbians looking for a bra which is not at all male-gaze focused? Want to wear something that feels practical, comfortable and supportive while also being fun? Something modelled by real people of all sizes and ages? Something made by a small team of women working out of their own homes?

Consider Molke 

I’m a FF cup in normal bras, and nowhere near the largest size these bras come in. They’re more supportive than a normal underwired, without wires to poke you in the armpits, and having bought my first one, I now don’t want to wear anything else.

https://molke.co.uk
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People have been nagging me to share “the curry story” on here for ages, so alright, I’ll do it. (If you’re Indian and reading this, I am so sorry).

I swear to god, everything I am about to say in this story is true.

When I was eleven, I moved to a small town in rural England and acquired a new best friend at school. Her at that point seemingly-very-normal-parents- nice suburban house, three kids, trampoline in the backyard- invited me over for dinner, and said they were making curry and rhubarb crumble.

“Curry and rhubarb crumble”. Never in the history of mankind have words been so untrue.

The “curry” consisted of, I swear I am not making this up, a vague mixture of * deep breath, oatmeal, tofu sausages, corn, tomato juice, chopped onions, raisins, “leftover broccoli leaves”, kale, and scrambled eggs. The only spice in it was the tiniest smidgen of turmeric. All these ingredients were vaguely stirred together, undercooked, and stuck under a broiler for ten minutes. 

They gave me a massive portion. I somehow, I still don’t know how, was polite enough to finish it.

“I’m done,” I said.

“No,” said her father. “In this house, we LICK our plates clean.”

He did. They didn’t make me hold it up and lick it like they all did, but they did make me clean the plate with a piece of bread and my fork until they were satisfied.

Desert came. The rhubarb crumble was entirely unsweetened. Not so much as a raisin. I can’t remember what the crumble part was, because my mind is still haunted by the memory of being forced to eat an entire bowl of unsweetened rhubarb. You know in old Looney Tunes when characters would be tricked into eating allum and their heads would shrink? That’s what eating it felt like. They made me clean my bowl of that too, and wouldn’t let me leave the table until I finished. 

The next time, (I was in middle school and as yet too polite to turn down my best friend’s parents) they made “spaghetti and meatballs and salad”. The spaghetti was utterly plain and so undercooked it was crunchy, the “meatballs” consisted of a single large orb of some grey material i have yet to identify, and the salad was, i shit you not, limp boiled lettuce. Crunchy spaghetti, unidentified lumpy grey stuff, and boiled lettuce.

The fascinating thing is that, while yes, these people were obviously health nuts, it was so much more than that. They were health nuts who also cooked like aliens who had never seen human food before. Or like small children making “potions”. One of the more edible things they served to me once was a dessert they made up which consisted of halved apples rolled in cornflour with some milk poured on top. One time, they were convinced to make pizza as a treat. They decided to put an onion on it. Fair and fine, you’d think. Not in that house. They just cut the onion in half once, and stuck each unchopped half facedown on one side of the pizza.

Speaking of onions, one time, my friend decided to make a banana and yoghurt smoothie. Her dad came in, said it wasn’t healthy enough, and made her add an onion to it.

They had a homemade cereal I thankfully was able to opt out of trying which 100% looked like the contents of a vacuum bag. I still have no idea what it contained.

Amazingly, it was by no means just me who experienced this. It was a small town, and every girl in it my age had a selection of horror stories about being invited to dinner at this friend’s house in the exact same ritualistic horror-film fashion. We used to sit around comparing them at sleepovers. Age did not exempt you. One time, this friend’s six year old brother had a friend over for dinner at the same time, poor soul. His mom arrived to pick him up, and wasn’t allowed to take him home until he finished whatever crime against cooking was on the menu that night. 

Every story was the same. The ritual that never varied. Every time, these people would make a huge fanfare out of inviting you over for dinner, act all hospitable and excited, set the table, and then serve you a massive helping of the worst food in the world, and make you clean your plate of it, desert included. Who the hell forces you to finish your DESERT?

It’s a mystery to me. They clearly had SOME degree of self-awareness, because after I came to my senses and started coming up with excuses to avoid eating at their house they would tease me saying things like “ohoho, you don’t like LIKE our food do you”. If they had been a bit more fun and less generally puritanical sort of people, I could totally believe this was a family trolling activity where they secretly schemed to come up with the worst possible dishes, secretly filmed themselves forcing people to eat them and watched it and laughed afterwards, I could believe it.

All I’m saying is I’m pretty sure they weren’t aliens, but the more I type this out, the more tempted I am to believe it. Fuck it, maybe they WERE aliens.

They were DEFINITELY aliens.
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series of sketches from my sketchbook

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I want to thank all ya’ll kylux shippers out there who turned the line“I’m being torn apart” in to literal dirty talk, making it impossible for me not to join this SINWAGON of a ship.

It’s official I’m kylux trash now.

(jumps head first into dumpster)
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beautiful people: a playlist for a reylux band au

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synopsis: Rebel Scum and The First Order are two rock bands that have had a rivalry since they both entered the music scene. Rey Jakkson, frontwoman of Rebel Scum, is more than happy singing and performing with her three best friends; Finn, Poe, and Rose. However, a love triangle starts to form between the other three members of the band, and they’re forced to take a hiatus to figure things out. In the meantime, Rey feels lost without an opportunity to perform. This sense of isolation brings her to form an unlikely alliance with Kylo Ren, aka Ben Solo, the pretty-boy frontman of The First Order. Though they’ve been rivals for years, the two soon find they have more in common than they initially believed, and Rey ends up joining the Order. Her addition to the band skyrockets their popularity, and Rey is caught between two musical worlds as she gradually grows closer to Ben, as well as his bandmates; tough-as-nails Phasma and the enigmatic musical prodigy Armitage Hux.

1. we lose control - the relentless 2. devil’s choir - black veil brides 3. brick by boring brick - paramore 4. blackbird - evan rachel wood 5. danse macabre - camille saint-saens 6. the obsessive devotion - epica 7. what have you done - within temptation ft. keith caputo 8. the phantom of the opera - jonathan young ft. malinda kathleen reese 9. paparazzi - exit eden 10. bring me to life - evanescence 11. enjoy the silence - lacuna coil 12. narcissistic cannibal - korn ft. skrillex & kill the noise 13. rock and roll thugs - icon for hire 14. everything has changed - taylor swift ft. ed sheeran 15. polyamorous - breaking benjamin 16. do what u want - lady gaga ft. christina aguilera 17. deathbeds - bring me the horizon 18. broken - seether ft. amy lee

[listen]

bonus mini playlist:

1. scavenger - emilie autumn 2. runaway - ed sheeran 3. impossible - exit eden 4. taking over me - evanescence 5. dancin’ in circles - lady gaga 6. beautiful people - ed sheeran ft. khalid 7. the reckoning - within temptation ft. jacoby shaddix 8. a little death - the neighbourhood

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THE DESCENT APPROACHES
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the things i would imagine running alongside the car when i was a kid

This is gorgeous and I need a pack of them so we could run through the woods together hunting.

The Runalongs are rare in worlds without fast transportation. It seems they are brought into being when someone, bored by a journey, looks out to watch the countryside go by. They daydream of a creature that follows their path (guarding? Or hunting?) and suddenly, without fanfare, it appears.

Runalongs have little in the way of ecology, but they are known to eat other dreams. Sometimes if the one who called them is particularly lonely or afraid they will get closer and even speak in humming voices without opening their mouths. But the second you stop moving, the creatures turn and vanish behind themselves, disappearing to wherever fantasies come from.

A Runalong can also have other forms; a humanoid figure (without distinct features) is common, and these may also ride things that are supposed to be horses. If only we were better at imagining, then they might not look so terrifying.

WAIT

OTHER PEOPLE DID THIS

???????!!!

Mine were large cat-like creatures

I forget what mine were but I imagined this too! I like the name Runalongs.

Please, I’m nearly 30 and I still have Runalongs join me on long, boring car journeys. They must be able to sense people who are in need of their presence, for company, for entertainment, or are just so used to them being there.

when you put your hand palm down out the window and it jumps and sways in the speed, the pressure you feel, not quite solid but not quite air is the ghostly backs of the runalongs arching up for a pat.

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