Restroom air dryers are a great way to warm your hands before wiping them on your jeans
I also think that the fact that a lot of people complain about Remus and Tonks being so obviously queer that JKR shouldn’t have put them together is symptomatic of the general bi erasure that happens in the HP fandom. I’ve talked about this in a few recent Remus/Tonks meta I’ve written, that the people clamoring about their queerness often do it because queer to them = 100% homosexual and nothing else, which is a problem, especially if it’s coming from queer people within fandom.
Also, the whole Remus/Tonks shouldn’t be together thing because they’re queer coded also bothers me because the people claiming that both are 100% gay are relying on problematic queer tropes(Remus’ lycanthropy = metaphorical AIDS which he got from the wizarding equivalent of a child predator somehow making him 100% gay) and Tonks appearance which doesn’t abide to traditional notions of femininity(because girls who dress as tomboys = totally gay and nothing else right?).
On a final note: I do have to say that oftentimes, the people who see Remus as queer often do so to prop up a cis white dude slash ship and only make Tonks queer as a sidenote so she doesn’t get in the way of their cis m/m slash ship(like Wolfstar) That or they just heap an ocean’s worth of misogyny at Tonks for daring to ~bully~ the obviously gay man into being with her, which is all kinds of gross and gives me secondhand embarrassment when I see that shit coming from my fellow queer people.
this is perfect
coming out of your room at 3 am and seeing your parents
i swear i’m not a weeaboo but some anime openings make me want to parkour off several buildings and then run across the ocean to africa
Beetles compromise 25% of all animal species. That means 1 in 4 animals is probably a beetle. Is it you? Is it your best friend? How can you be sure?
Ringo could be living in your backyard without you even knowing
I hAve beeN LAUgHING AT THiS FOR TEN MiNUTES
Kevin gets thrown out that old oak door and into the bright, bright light because he fundamentally cannot perceive worth of any human being who does not contribute to ~productivity~. Kevin gets thrown out because he represents a town where accommodating disabled people is seen as a chore, and “fixing” them as presented as a solution. All those annoying wheelchair ramps. All those annoying elevators. Kevin represents capitalism, and capitalism demands that people be restructured and shaped and moulded and changed until they can fit the system, regardless of how much harm it causes them.
Capitalism sorts us into “high functioning” and “low functioning” categories: it is a doctor telling me that I should be proud at how well I have learned to disguise my autism and calling me “high functioning” for learning to keep my hands still and my smile demure and my being confined. It is being upheld as a “good” disabled person for not needing accommodations at my workplace, where there never are any other disabled people because god forbid that someone might actually have to take a few minutes out of their day to make work possible. It is the capacity to work being considered fundamental to value as a person; fundamental to the right to exist at all. Kevin does not recognize Janice’s right to exist while inhabiting her body.
Treating disability as something to correct instead of accommodate means that, in one way or another, disabled people have to be eradicated. Kevin knows this underlying truth to ableism, and condones it. He blames bad markets on people being “sad and lazy” and tells depressed people to cheer up. It is hatred, and it is a threat: get better or get out; be fixed or disappear; assimilate or die.
Disability isn’t the problem—ableism is. And capitalism is inherently ableist. Anything that reduces people to their capacity to work, and categorizes them by the degree to which they can be productive, and permits their existence only so long as they are convenient is inherently ableist, and inherently evil. Strexcorp is inherently evil, and as long as Kevin represents them, so is he.
Kevin gets thrown out of that old oak door because he is the voice of violence; of assimilation and imperialism and capitalism and ableism. He gets thrown out because he sees all imperfection as disgusting and damnable and in need of correction or eradication. He gets thrown out because he sees Janice as a problem instead of a person.
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So here’s some pics of my Man in the Tan Jacket cosplay from Colossal con. Its still sort of a WIP, I need to add the flies all over the jacket still and fix some other small things.
Oh and I had speakers in the suit case so it had the flies buzzing inside it. Creeped some people out. :D
The pin on my lapel says ‘nightvale fly salesman’
this is so disturbing i fucking love it
this is wonderfully creepy holy shit <3
The Doorway Effect: Why your brain won’t let you remember what you were doing before you came in here
I work in a lab, and the way our lab is set up, there are two adjacent rooms, connected by both an outer hallway and an inner doorway. I do most of my work on one side, but every time I walk over to the other side to grab a reagent or a box of tips, I completely forget what I was after. This leads to a lot of me standing with one hand on the freezer door and grumbling, “What the hell was I doing?” It got to where all I had to say was “Every damn time” and my labmate would laugh. Finally, when I explained to our new labmate why I was standing next to his bench with a glazed look in my eyes, he was able to shed some light. “Oh, yeah, that’s a well-documented phenomenon,” he said. “Doorways wipe your memory.”
Being the gung-ho new science blogger that I am, I decided to investigate. And it’s true! Well, doorways don’t literally wipe your memory. But they do encourage your brain to dump whatever it was working on before and get ready to do something new. In one study, participants played a video game in which they had to carry an object either across a room or into a new room. Then they were given a quiz. Participants who passed through a doorway had more trouble remembering what they were doing. It didn’t matter if the video game display was made smaller and less immersive, or if the participants performed the same task in an actual room—the results were similar. Returning to the room where they had begun the task didn’t help: even context didn’t serve to jog folks’ memories.
The researchers wrote that their results are consistent with what they call an “event model” of memory. They say the brain keeps some information ready to go at all times, but it can’t hold on to everything. So it takes advantage of what the researchers called an “event boundary,” like a doorway into a new room, to dump the old info and start over. Apparently my brain doesn’t care that my timer has seconds to go—if I have to go into the other room, I’m doing something new, and can’t remember that my previous task was antibody, idiot, you needed antibody.
I finally learned why I completely space when I cross to the other side of the lab, and that I’m apparently not alone.
this is actually kind of great and it’s nice to know there’s something behind that constant spacing out whenever i enter a different place
FINALLY AN EXPLANATION
If by ‘fuck the police’ you mean fuck the corrupt, prejudiced, racist system then yes, fuck the police, but if you mean fuck the police for stopping you from smoking weed and getting away with illegal behaviour then no, fuck you.
But what if I mean “I wish to have intercourse with that man in uniform”
then fuck the police