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[legobenkenobi]

absolutely haunted by this post from the writer of PacRim.

he was destined to love monsters in any universe. it is something inherent. something fundamental. and yet he is born into a universe where they are real and killing everyone and destroying the world. genuinely doomed by the narrative because he’s autistic.

[moodstabilizr]

will we ever be freed from the brother threesomes trope im so tired… like 1 at a time ladies jesus christ

[xoxoemynn]

Unfortunately for you all, the more crankiness I see about S2, the more I am obligated to love it. Gonna love those gay pirates, both active and retired, so hard. 💖

[the-badger-mole]

Love how you shamelessly hate Aang—I mean this totally as a compliment by the way! I’m so tired of seeing “I ship Zutara but I LOOOOVE Aang he’s a cinnamon roll baby!!!” and “you can like Zutara and also like Aang” and “it’s the WRITING that’s bad not Aang!” takes…ugh. Please. He’s a cartoon character and I don’t like him. That isn’t a crime. He’s boring at best and an entitled borderline abusive little shit at worst. I don’t like him! It’s so refreshing to read your blog, I don’t understand this fandom’s obsession with acting like he’s a real child we have to coddle

I don't understand it either. Then again, I will go to the mat to defend some pretty controversial characters, so who am I to judge (justice for Mr. Collins!) ? I don't mind that other people like him -some of my favorite people in the fandom like him- as long as they don't come after me for not liking him.

But yeah, the defense of him boiling down to "bad writing" always felt off. To me, bad writing is when the character suddenly takes actions that seem to come out of nowhere. Aang's actions in the back half of ATLA and into the comics and LoK track. They track very well with who he was even in the first season. Yes, he got worse as the series progressed, but the seeds were always there. I guess, if you want to make an argument for it being bad writing, you could talk about how his bad traits in the first half seemed to be setting up a growth arc that was abandoned in the second half. There's an argument to be made there, but it's not an argument that Aang's worst traits were OOC for him. I am not shocked at the kind of family Aang ended up having. I'm not shocked at how Kataang the couple turned out. I'm only shocked that Bryke managed to be that honest about Aang without realizing how awful he was.

[walkingstackofbooks]

A drabble on Bajoran Time

Or: Why would a Bajoran hour be the same as an Earth one?

Featuring the classic trope, Julian Bashir's genetically enhanced awareness of time.

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The most disorienting thing about living on Deep Space Nine was undoubtedly the time. Not for the reasons you might think - Julian was far from the only new Starfleet resident who had heard "26 hour clock" and assumed that would mean Bajor rotated 2 hours more slowly than Earth. But in fact, a day on Bajor was only 44 minutes - well, 44 minutes, 17 second, 592 milliseconds, to be precise - longer than an Earth day.

Which was good, undoubtedly. Julian had been worried about the physical toll that changing to a 26-hour day would have on the human residents of the station, and although a 44 minute difference wasn't nothing, he was certain the effects would have been greater had a Bajoran hour been the same as a Terran one.

But, of course, it wasn't. It made sense, really - in fact, it would be stranger if a Bajoran hour was the exact same as an hour on Earth. Though Julian couldn't help feel that 60 really was a better number of minutes (Because 39?* Really?! A number with only 4 factors?!), it would have been some coincidence indeed for both planets' history of subdividing time to happen upon the same number.

In some ways it was remarkable that the Bajoran system, splitting their days up into teneyru, loiru and kerriloiru**, was so similar to Earth's hours, minutes and seconds. Each teneyn comprised of 39 loiru, and each loira comprised of 52 kerriloiru. It worked out that a Bajoran kerriloira lasted for 1.689 Terran seconds - which for the average person, wasn't hugely noticeable.***

Julian still hadn't got used to 1300 hours being midday, or that his automatic translation of 1700 hours into 5pm was no longer useful, given that the Bajorans had no concept of AM and PM - and even if they did, it would now be an hour out. He would still talk about time using "half past" or "twenty-five to", before catching himself - and realising there was far less of the hour remaining than he had thought! He was, however, beginning to use the Bajoran equivalent more frequently, getting a secret thrill when he told a patient their appointment was at "thirteens fourteen" or "two-thirteens twelve".****

But these were things that most Federation officers were finding difficult - at least, it seemed to be one of the more common grumbles he overheard in Quark's, definitely among his fellow humans. Non-humans were more diverse in opinion; some found the adjustment easy, having already had to adapt to the Terran time that was the standard used on Starfleet ships, while others found it doubly hard to be learning yet another time system.

What Julian was finding most troublesome to deal with was his until-now fastidiously-accurate internal clock. He had developed it when he was 16, wanting to put his memory through a real test, and figuring that if he could remember precisely how long a second was, he would always know the time. While it hadn't been quite as simple as that - he had spent hours staring at the clock on his PADD - eventually tracking the time had become as automatic as breathing, a calculation that his brain kept permanently ticking in the background. During a bout of illness and extreme boredom during his 1st year at the Academy, he'd even fine-tuned it down to deciseconds, although even he hadn't managed to make it more precise than that.

Which was why he was constantly finding himself off-balance in his time-keeping. For 10 years, he hadn't had to think about what time it was, it had just been there, in his brain. And now, even with a Bajoran clock in front of him, or regular check-ins with the computer, Earth seconds continued to tick by in the back of his mind, an ever-present distraction from getting to grips with station time. Trying to learn the length of a Bajoran second was like listening to a piece of music that you didn't know was written in 5/4 - it felt jarring and off and as soon as he felt that he had gotten to grips with it, a few kerriloiru later and he'd lost it again.

Eventually it would become second-nature, Julian was sure. But he was impatient to get there. For the meanwhile, it meant spending what little free time he had in his quarters, staring at a Bajoran chronometer, and trying to ignore the small pangs of discomfort as the kerriloiru ticked over - 1.689, 1.689, 1.689...

*I've decided Bajorans use a Base-13 system simply because it's fun and they have a 26 hour day. 🤷‍♀️😅

**The words teneyn and loira come from this Bajoran dictionary. Kerriloira is a combination of loira and kerripate (a fraction of a tessipate, a measure of land). The only example of a Bajoran plural I could find was maktal > makteru on this wiki so that's what I went with 😅

*** 1 loira is equivalent to 1 minute and 27.828 seconds. 1 teneyn is equivalent to 57 minutes and 5.292 seconds.

**** Obviously, the logical way to divide a teneyn up is into 3 lots of 13 loiru. Although humans cling so tenaciously to "half-past" as a concept, that eventually station Bajorans do end up adopting it as meaning 19 minutes after the hour.

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Thanks for sticking with me in this silly little maths worldbuilding :P I'm totally not going to go and write up my Bajoran counting system now, that doesn't sound like me at all... 😅😬 (Who am I kidding, sign me up to everything numbers and Star Trek and alien cultures)

[cyarsk52-20]

what i hate is that ppl tried to play this as ohhh sympathy this sympathy that, BTCH SHE WAS GETTING TORMENTED! Like she was called a DEMON! for getting shot.. her mom just died and she didn’t have any other family members to support her like these ppl are evil

the way men band behind abusers is fucking evil like you really can't trust any of them I'm sick

patriarchy is Femicide

Misogyny is Femicide

Misogynoir is Femicide

the worst part of all of this is that the tory fans and men in the industry were almost happy to become extensions of tory’s abuse. y’all literally helped him abuse her. i will NEVER forget that.

diddy, Chris brown, LeBron: I hope you burn in hell and the same goes for everyone else who dehumanize her to slut out for her abuser and tormentor!

Megan is too kind for me I would have turned into a serial murderer

like I would’ve crashed out sooooo bad like all those niggas who have been exposed would be dead

[actual-exhusbands]

What if these mentions are building up to Aaron's breaking point. He becomes so lost in his own head that he starts to see his "ghosts".

Imagine:

Aaron's breaking his heart at the thought of his mum having cancer. He's alone in his new flat. Tears are streaming down his face. A voice speaks to him. It's Liv. Aaron lifts his head but she's gone. Liv's ghost appears around the flat every now and then.

He's sitting at the pub. Alone. His mum and Charity are ignoring him. He's getting death stares from Cain and Moira. Suddenly, a snarky comment comes from behind. It's Faith. She disappears as soon as Aaron turns his head to look behind him. Faith's ghost shadows him around the village from time to time.

Aaron's nipping into David's shop to buy more booze to drown his sorrows. At the corners of his eyes he spots him. Jackson. "Haven't you had enough?" Is the last thing Aaron hears before Jackson fades from his blurred view. He grabs more alcohol before leaving. Jackson's ghost appears at Aaron's side just out of his eyesight. Every time.

He has taken a trip over to see Victoria at work. Again, to get drunk out of his mind. Victoria, taking pity on him, joins Aaron at his table on her break. He's about to ask her about a certain someone but before he has a chance Ben nips in beside Victoria. "Wasn't I good enough?". It catches Aaron off guard as he clumsily grabs his jacket and bolts for the exit. He looks back to find Victoria, sitting alone, looking at Aaron with great concern. Ben's ghost always pops up whenever Aaron is thinking about you know who.

Aaron, in another of his moods, is aimlessly wandering around the village. He's still deciding on who to turn his aggression on this time. He turns a corner and he almost bumps into someone. Robert. "Try taking it out on me for a change!" Aaron's eyes start to fill. He's stunned. He fumbles backwards before turning his back to Robert. His mind is spinning. He tried desperately to get Robert out of his head. That way he'll vanish. It worked for all the other ghosts. Except, this time, Robert isn't a ghost.

...and that's how we get Robert back.

[just-antithings]

is it fair of me to think that "problematic ship dynamics in fanfic, clearly tagged and intended for a small niche audience who knows what they're getting into" and "problematic ship dynamics in published ya novels, sprung on the unsuspecting reader without warning and intended for a broad and impressionable audience" are two different things? ofc I don't think either one should be censored but I do think the latter has a bigger impact and needs to be looked at more carefully

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[movielosophy]

A League of Nobleman | Since I’ve chosen this path, I’ll never regret it even if I have to die a hundred times.

[melodiousoblivionao3]

Seeing people online pissed about Foxy missing United for Gold Cup and saying club games should be more important than country…

While I can’t speak for England, in the states it’s very much country first and then club. That’s always been the priority.

[jupiter-balls]

I finally feel like I can let my guard down after 2 straight months of Kitten Drama™️ I don't think I realized how much of a weight it was on me until all of it lifted.

I can let everything go my boy is safe, happy and learning how to be a cat with me 🥹

[stromuprisahat]

“But that would have killed me,” I said. “You thought someone from court would—?” “Spend the life of a peasant with half an ounce of magic to score a victory over me—perhaps to see me ordered back to court, humiliated?” the Dragon said. “Of course. Most courtiers set peasants one degree above cows, and somewhat below their favorite horses. They’re perfectly delighted to spend a thousand of you in a skirmish with Rosya for some minor advantage on the border; they’d hardly blink at this.”

Agnieszka × Sarkan; Uprooted- Chapter 9 (Naomi Novik)

[decaydanceredacted]

age play anon!! You should def join us over on fobredactedove!! :3 It's awesome and I'd love to see your stuff over there :3

^^

[classicdaisycalico]

Thank you so much for the reblog, here's your daily Mario gif:

Thank you!

[laf-outloud]

Brook Willard's IG story

Oh, how I miss this wonderful town of Independence. 🥹😭😭