Imagine Harry and Ginny a few months into their marriage and they’re so happy and in love and then one day they go shopping for food and household items and Harry just casually grabs certain items before Ginny hisses at him to "Check the prices, Harry, God! That bed set is far too expensive, we’re not going to have anything left to get the food with!" And Harry starts to laugh and say "We don’t have to worry about -" and then he stops and he and Ginny look at each other. And Harry realizes that she’s grown up having to measure out all her money and decide what she can and cannot have for a certain week or month or year. And Ginny realizes that she is actually no longer obligated to worry about money ever again.
Imagine Harry and Ginny eating dinner together and Ginny’s telling him about certain meals her mum made and teasing him about how he wolfs everything down and "Honestly Harry, you’re worse than Ron!" and Harry retorts laughingly "well old habits die hard, I had to fight Dudley for meals all the time, you at least knew you were going to eat every day!" And Ginny’s grin starts to fade and she asks "You…you didn’t get to eat everyday?" And Harry realizes what he said and he changes the subject quickly and Ginny looks at the plates in front of him and resists the urge to pile on some more potatoes. And the next day Vernon Dursley’s car is egged.
Imagine Harry and Ginny both suffering from night terrors and PTSD and agreeing that maybe going to that therapist Hermione recommended isn’t such a bad idea, and that’s how Thursday night became Therapy Night when they go out to dinner or to the pub after each session and agree that they need to talk to some Healers about introducing these sessions since therapy is still widely seen as muggle nonsense in the wizarding world.
And Ginny murmurs over her fire whiskey that sometimes she can still hear Tom Riddle murmuring in her ear, and Harry whispers that he dreams about running after his mother and father and Sirius and Remus as they disappear behind the Veil in the Department of Mysteries and he doesn’t know if he wakes from terror or regret about not making it through. And they go back home and hold each other closer that night and both wake up with raging hangovers.
Do not let your daughters grow up to be like Jennifer Lawrence.
Yes, she’s a beautiful, intelligent, sensible, wealthy and successful individual who can do whatever she wants with her life.
But she’s also female, which is bad for your mental health.
Today she’s having to come to terms with the fact that a bunch of nude and semi-nude photos of her have been leaked online.
A total of 101 female celebrities are thought to have been targeted by someone who hacked the Apple photo storage service iCloud and published them in return for money.
In an extra layer of creepy weirdness, actress Mary Elizabeth Winstead said the photos taken with her husband years earlier had been deleted – so iCloud had kept a copy, and the hacker had to hunt for it.
There are no leaked photos of naked male celebrities.Despite the fact men quite like waving their wangers around in public and sending pictures of them to people, the hacker felt it was more fun to do this with women who wouldn’t enjoy it.
It would be normal for Jennifer Lawrence to spend today sobbing under the duvet and asking herself what she could have done differently. It’s something we should all ask ourselves, as nudey photos are fairly common these days.
First, ensure that your sexy shots do not include your face. The recipient isn’t interested in it anyway and when some ratbag puts the shots online it gives you a level of plausible deniability.
Secondly, do not use someone else’s server to store your naughty photos. When you buy an Apple product it almost forces you to sign up for iCloud, and it takes a level of ingenuity and pig-headed determination to avoid it. But it can be done.
After that, you simply need to tell your daughters not to be like Jennifer Lawrence.
Tell them not to be beautiful, because then it’s inevitable that strangers will think of you as nothing but a meatsack.
Tell them not to be intelligent. Maths, sciences, arts, humanities – being clever is useless if you’re still female underneath.
Tell your daughters there is no point in being an Oscar winner. To achieve success in your chosen trade or profession, and to be recognised for it, cannot cure the disability of your sex.Just ask Rona Fairhead, the new chairman of the BBC Trust. A man nominated for the job would have his qualifications discussed; but the headlines about Rona have concentrated on her gender, because a womb cancels out achievement.
(A woman at the BBC! Imagine!)
Teach your daughters not to bother with wealth. If they earned it themselves they’ll be loathed by those who haven’t, and if they hook up with a man who’s wealthy they’ll be accused of gold-digging.
Tell your daughters to never, ever, bother with sex. If they don’t do it enough they’ll be called frigid, if they do it too much they’ll be called whores, and either way someone somewhere will tell them they’re wrong.
Remember to impress upon your daughters that a tendency to be upset at something bad means people will want to do that bad thing to you.
Hair-pulling, name-calling, stolen photos, rape, it’s all so much more fun if she squeals.
Make sure your daughters never decide to do something someone else might not like.
This weekend it was reported that Hana Karim, a veterinary student, was among 28 women shot in the head by Shi’ite militia in a Baghdad brothel.
A dozen women were killed cowering in the bathroom, some were killed in bed with clients, and one was dragged from the cupboard she was hiding in. All were shot in the head, because the killers didn’t have time to stone them to death.
Perhaps Hana was visiting a friend; perhaps she had money worries; perhaps she just liked having sex. Who cares? Someone didn’t like her decision, so of course she should die.
Tell your daughters not to go online, where they’ll only be groomed or trolled. Tell them not to get old because they’ll be past it, tell them not to get drunk because they’ll be asking for it, and tell them not to stay sober because then they’ll be no fun.
Tell them not to be athletes, or their bodies will be derided by men. Tell them not to be actresses, ballet dancers or models, or their bodies will be derided by men. Tell them not to walk down the street, or their bodies will be derided by men.
Tell them not to work, not to try, and not to hope that they will only ever meet those men who treat them better than that.
It doesn’t matter how beautiful, moral, bright, pleasant or useful you are. If you are female, you will have trouble every day of your life.
Tell your daughters that if they really want to be happy, if they don’t want to be victims, to forget about their bodies.
Instead cut out your daughters’ brains, stick them in a jar, and cover the whole thing with a black cloth bag in a darkened room where they will be safe from rapists, hackers, misogynists, trolls, public transport gropers and the hatefulness of strangers.
That way they could avoid all this crap that Jennifer Lawrence and every other woman on Earth has to deal with.
After all, it would be too much to expect the handful of men responsible for it to behave better, be arrested, or be the least bit sorry.
First time listening:
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Third time listening:
WAITING FOR THE BUS TOOK A PICTURE OF ANOTHER BUS WAITING FOR THE BUS IN THE RAIN I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE BUS AS THE SUN CAME UP BUT THE SUN AIN’T OUT NO MORE CAUSE IT’S GREY WAITING FOR THE BUS THERE’S A GREY ONE BLUE ONE A RED ONE ALL OF THEM TURNED AWAY I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE BUS GOTTA CATCH A BUS GOTTA WATCH NEWS GOTTA REGIMENT A PLAN FOR THE DAY
This beat is so sick, it never falters, even thru all of the transitions omg what is this alien beauty?
in study period today a guy sitting next to me was reading mockingjay and he kinda just whispered what the fuck to himself
and then again, a lil more angrily, what the fUCK
And he flicked back about seven or so pages and then went back to his spot and went ‘no’
and I know exactly which fuckin part he was reading lemme tell u
in movies, whenever a hot guy fake-flirts with an “ugly” girl and she gets all flustered, it’s intended to be a funny joke and make u think the girl is pathetic for believing such an attractive man could be interested in her. ur supposed to hate the girl.
but whenever a hot girl fake-flirts with an ugly guy and he gets all flustered, it’s intended to make u feel bad for the guy and think the girl is a Bitch. ur supposed to hate the girl.
ur always supposed to hate the girl.
Lest we forget, the psychology of fruitful writing does require a dedicated environment free of distraction.
Don’t get me started on how important this movie is. I won’t stop.
Body Language Cheat Sheet for Writers
As described by Selnick’s article:
This is something I have always encouraged people to consider when writing. If you can afford it, and you have one in your area - TAKE A BODY LANGUAGE CLASS. It will open your eyes to a whole new world of subtleties you never knew existed. SO worth it as a “Real Life” skill and for all those times when you’re writing and you need your character to react nonverbally.
There is also, in addition to these others, the writer resource book: The Emotion Thesaurus by Angela Ackerman and Becca Puglisi
This is how you show, not tell what your character is feeling.
my sister’s view on one direction’s fashion sense:
- louis: “smoked weed once and won’t let anyone forget it”
- zayn: “posh college student ft. laid back beyonce”
- harry: “hippie mom that’s a little too happy about being pregnant”
- niall: “frat boy… might’ve sucked some dick but no one judges him”
- liam: “he looks like he’s about to get into a rap battle”
Did they ever reveal how Captain America was thawed? Because I’m picturing a bunch of Shield agents with hair dryers and I don’t think that’s quite right.I don’t think they’d want to microwave him so hair dryer is really the only remaining option. That’s how I’d do it.badscienceshenanigansDo you have a sciency way to accomplish this task?
Well, let’s see.
To thaw a 1.5 metric ton colossal squid frozen in a block of ice (the only way the fishermen who trawled the thing in could bring it home before it went bad), scientists put it in a big vat of brine just above 0 Celsius/32F. That allowed the fresh water to melt while still keeping the squid as cold as possible. Essential, since for a giant corpse with tentacles, certain parts are bound to thaw days before others and could become quite rotten before the rest comes out of the ice block if you’re not careful.
HOWEVER Captain America was still alive, which complicates things. On the other hand, even supersoldiers are significantly smaller than this record-setting colossal squid. This helps thaw logistics somewhat.
Much like the squid, Captain America would have to be kept at a consistent temperature throughout his body in order to be thawed successfully. If his extremities were to thaw more than a minute or two before his heart and lungs were thawed and reactivated, the tissue wouldn’t have any oxygen and would quickly die. What a shame to bring back Steve Rogers only to have him be the poster boy for gangrene. Brain tissue becoming metabolically active before the cardiovascular system began functioning would be even more disastrous— possible permanent brain damage.
And the GH-325 project was born
To keep his temperature as equal as possible across his entire body, something like the squid brine or (more likely) an antifreeze solution would be used. Immerse the Capsicle in brine until the entire unit is within a degree or two of thawing* to begin Phase II.
*Note that due to presence of salts, fats, protein, etc, the freezing point of meat is actually 28-29F. Apologies to non-US readers, sadly I only work with American meat and don’t know the freezing point of corpses/beef in Sane Country Units. That being said, Steve Rogers is 100% American meat. Fahrenheit shall be considered the appropriate unit for this project.
At the thawing point, it’s important to consider life support functions. I don’t know how fast human tissue uses up oxygen at refrigerator-range temperatures, but I’m going to assume that the sooner you have oxygen circulating the better. A heart-lung machine would be needed to oxygenate and move the blood around for a while before the heart gets started back up.
Meanwhile, because Captain America’s last un-frozen moments were spent deep underwater, there may be decompression issues at play. Whatever gas bubbles may have been present in his tissue are currently frozen in place, but when he thaws they can move about and create embolisms —> the bends. Better put him in a hyperbaric chamber just in case.
Since Captain America regained consciousness in a recovery room rather than during the thaw process, it may be safe to assume that he was sedated and/or placed in a drug-induced coma during thaw.
So at this point we’ve got a giant bathtub of brine, a heart-lung machine, oxygen canisters, lots of drugs, plus all the necessary monitoring equipment all inside a hyperbaric chamber. After thawing the antifreeze bath could be replaced with gradually warming water or saline solution in order to bring Captain America back up to normal body temperature. So many machines! This is US medicine at its finest.
Forced warm air blowers (hairdryers) are needed after Captain America is fully thawed, organ systems are reactivated, and he is brought back to normal body temperature. At this point it becomes necessary to dry and style Captain America and put him in period-appropriate jammies to sleep it off in a vintage hospital room. If you think hearing the wrong baseball game tipped him off fast, you should see him wake up with bad hair.
THIS IS THE BEST POST IN THE HISTORY OF EVERYTHING.
That being said, Steve Rogers is 100% American meat. Fahrenheit shall be considered the appropriate unit for this project.