#day of history

[drabbles-mc]

Ninety Days

Walt Breslin x GN!Reader

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of History: exes meeting unexpectedly

Warnings: 18+, language, talks of addiction/drugs, angst

Word Count: 2.9k

NMX Taglist: @ashlingnarcos @garbinge @hausofmamadas @artemiseamoon @proceduralpassion @cositapreciosa (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

It’d been a long time since you found yourself getting jittery at the thought of a meeting. The nail of your thumb pressed hard into the 60-day chip that was in your pocket. It was hard to believe that you’d gotten it thirty days ago already. Today you were up for your 90-day chip. Maybe that was the source of the nerves.

Ninety days wasn’t a small feat, not after how long you’d been dragged through your downward spiral after everything. You didn’t get that far on your first try, either. You were sent back to the starting line, a couple stumble and missteps at the beginning. Who could blame you? To go from being the person tracking down dealers to lock them up, to tracking them down so you could ask—

You stopped yourself, shaking your head like the physical action of it would really rattle the thoughts out of your head. It worked, somewhat. You picked up other things to think about, focus on. You pulled open the door of the community center, the same place you’d been going at least twice a week for the last ninety days. You’d gotten to know most of the people who showed up consistently the same way that you did. There were only a few people that you really spoke to outside the meetings other than your sponsor, but it was a good support system. That was the whole point, right? There must’ve been something to it. You were still here, after all, still clean by some string of miracles after three months.

A few people greeted you as you walked in. You stopped long enough to make a little bit of small talk, all the while you just spun the coin in your pocket between your fingers like that would somehow take away all of your anxiety. Hopefully it at least made it a little less noticeable.

You slipped away from the conversation and took a seat in the circle of chairs that were set up. They always made a point to set up more than necessary, not wanting a meeting to accidentally become standing-room only, you supposed. Most times it also had the benefit of leaving a bit of a buffer between you and other people. You slouched a little lower in the chair once you sat, removing your chip from your pocket so you could fidget with it with both hands. The large 60 staring you in the face, trying to be something with gravitational pull, but it just didn’t seem to be doing the trick in the moment.

“That’s about to be obsolete,” a voice piped up from next to you.

You flinched, so sucked into your own thoughts that you hadn’t heard them walk over to you, hadn’t heard them sit down in the chair beside you. Clearing your throat, you turned to face them, relived to see the face of your sponsor. He might’ve had about ten years on you age-wise, but he carried himself like he was about ten years younger than you. Sometimes you wondered when your de-aging process was going to start.

You forced a light chuckle. “About to be, yeah. All these chips,” you let it lie face-up in your palm, “and still no salsa.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Never gets old.”

“I’m just saying, I think it’s a missed opportunity in the snack department.”

He waited for you to look at him again. “You alright?”

You knew he was only asking because he already had the answer. You sighed, knowing better than to lie. “It’s good that I’m here.”

He nodded. “It is.”

There wasn’t time for either of you to chat more as everyone came and took their seats for the meeting to get underway. The circle filled in, empty chairs scattered about. On the opposite side of you from your sponsor the chair was empty which afforded you a little bit of breathing room. You listened as introductions were done for anyone new, responded when needed, but your eyes were glued to your hands as you forced them to still in your lap.

The only thing that got you to look up was the sound of the door opening a few minutes after the start of the meeting. There were no punishments for tardiness obviously, but you were curious to see if the person was a frequent flyer or someone new. The only thing that the information would change was your level of curiosity.

When you saw who it was that had walked through the door, your entire body locked up. The metal coin in your hand fell to the floor with a clatter that seemed to echo in the room. You felt your sponsor’s hand on your shoulder for a moment, and over the blood rushing in your ears you were fairly certain you heard him ask you again if you were alright. Rather than waiting for you to answer he leaned down and plucked your chip off the ground, placing it into your palm once more.

The sound was enough to draw his eyes to yours even though there was an entire group of people in front of him. Despite the ways that your appearance had changed in the months since you saw him, Walt was still able to recognize you immediately. You knew it, too, because even though it seemed impossible for his face to grow paler than it started off, it did.

Whether the gentleman running the session didn’t notice what had just transpired, or chose to ignore it, you didn’t know. It didn’t matter either way, because he gestured to the few empty chairs that were left and said, “Come and join us. We were just getting started.”

Walt was taking mercy on you just as much as himself by not choosing the empty chair next to you. However when he sat down in the one across from you, you wondered if that was really any better. It was hard not to look at each other.

You listened to Walt introduce himself with a name that was not his, and your stomach dropped. It wasn’t bad enough that he somehow managed to turn up at the same meeting miles and miles away from the last place you saw him. No, he had to show up at the same meeting as you and he was there doing fucking undercover work. Even when you were trying to get away from it all it just kept following you. He couldn’t look at you while he was introducing himself, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. your blood felt like it was boiling in your veins, a different kind of burn than you had become so accustomed to before. Whatever they made their coins out of must have been legit because it wasn’t bending beneath the inhuman amounts of pressure you were gripping it with.

The sharing started. You were usually much more attentive, but it was hard to really listen to what people were saying when your mind was racing with a million other things now. You wondered who Walt was here for—he wouldn’t have chosen to go so far out of his way for nothing. You wondered how he ended up here, how he didn’t know that this was where you had landed if this was a place he’d been looking into for a while. You wondered, when he started to talk, how much of what he was saying was actually true and what was exaggerated. Something told you that most, if not all, of the things he was telling everyone were true. Of course, the only time he was anything close to honest with you, was when he was pretending to be someone else. And he was being honest with a room full of strangers too.

You didn’t want to share. From the second you’d pulled into the parking lot you had been on the fence about whether or not you were going to really speak up at all. Maybe just make a quick comment and get your chip but other than that just sit back and listen. But now Walt had made even just sitting there and listening feel like a herculean task. It felt like you were about to crawl out of your skin, so when the question was posed about whether or not anyone else wanted to share, your mouth moved faster than your mind.

“I’ll share.” You waited for some sort of cue, a gesture to continue, which you got. You couldn’t help but to notice the way that the only person who looked like they were on the edge of their seat due to that piece of information was Walt. Go figure.

You cleared your throat, kicking yourself for deciding to just jump into the center of the ring that way. You weren’t going to go back on it now. Running your thumb over the triangle on your coin, you finally got yourself to speak. Introducing yourself was half the battle. After that it wasn’t quite smooth sailing but it was traversable waters. “Today is ninety days. So, you know,” you chuckled and held up your coin between two fingers, “get to collect another one for the display case.” The comment got a few scattered chuckles out of the room—good sports.

“But this…journey has been a lot longer than ninety days. And not, you know, not just because I kept fucking up at the beginning, kept slipping. That didn’t make the trip any shorter, but this road I’m on took a sharp left way before I first showed up here with you all. I was, um, I was thinking about it a lot today. Kinda psyched me out, to be honest.” You locked eyes with Walt across the circle. “Feels like no matter how far I make it down the road, the past just keeps catching up. Like an asshole driver tailgating me, I look into the rearview and there it is. And I try not to spend too much time looking in the rearview, but it’s hard not to when you hit a milestone of some kind. I think about how far I’ve come, sure, but I also think about what happened that made me had to claw my way here.”

You were sure that no one else noticed the way that Walt began to squirm in his chair. That was okay, though. You noticed. “I didn’t lose everything because I started using. I started using because it felt like I had lost everything. My job. My partner—who was my partner on and off the clock. My friends, who were also my teammates. My purpose. It was all gone. And it felt like I had nothing. And then a few months went by and I learned what it felt like to really have nothing. Things took such a harsh left turn and I’ve just been trying to keep the steering wheel straight ever since. And, I don’t know,” you shrugged and let out a tired chuckle, “I think I’m doing a pretty good job.” A few more warm, quiet laughs. “My grandfather used to say, affectionately of course, that my sister and I had screws loose. I think I’ve always just been looking for ways to tighten ‘em. For a long time it was work, but then I didn’t have that. What I picked up instead clearly didn’t do the trick either. But I’m figuring it out. Finding the right screwdriver. This helps—you all help. So,” you cleared your throat, “thanks.”

Your share led into the next, and then the next. You felt a little better afterwards. Walt had hardly blinked the entire time you were speaking, and even once you were done you noticed the way that he was only looking at you. There was no way that you were the reason that he had shown up, but whoever his real target was, he hadn’t paid them any attention almost all evening. Walt Breslin and his one-track mind. If he didn’t straighten out his own wheel soon, he was going to be in some deep shit. You wondered if he was still working with Jaime.

The meeting ended. You got your chip, made the appropriate amount of conversation with the man who had been running meetings since you’d started, who had seen you go through your whole journey up until this point. You tried to slip out without talking to anyone else. The only two people who noticed were your sponsor, and Walt. Walt was smart enough to let you go a few strides ahead, keep a little difference.

Your sponsor stopped you in the parking lot, not that you put up a fight about it as you pulled your pack of cigarettes from the pocket of your jacket. You offered him one and he gladly accepted. “Wanna grab a bite?” he asked. A polite, roundabout way of asking if you needed to talk more, if you were on the brink of spinning out.

You shook your head before taking a drag of your smoke. “I’m alright. I was rattled earlier but I’m, you know, I’m feeling better now.”

“That’s good.” He looked over at the door of the building where Walt was standing, smoking his own cigarette. “Anything else you wanna share?”

You let out a puff of an exhale, something that almost could’ve passed for a laugh, sending smoke swirling into the air around you. “Nothing but old history and bullshit.”

He chuckled. “Want me to leave you to it?”

You nodded. “I’ll be good.”

He gave it a beat to see if you gave any tell that you were lying to him. You were all adults, though—he wasn’t going to force you into anything, wasn’t going to babysit you if you didn’t ask to be babysat. And you had asked to be babysat before. He clapped your shoulder. “Call if you need me.”

“Thank you.”

You watched him go to his car and drive off. It wasn’t until he was off the lot and out of sight that Walt finally walked over to you. It crossed your mind to get in your car and peel off too, but your curiosity won out the way that it always did.

He stopped with hardly a stride’s worth of space between you. “Hey.”

You tapped ash off the end of your cigarette. “I’m not calling you by—”

“I didn’t know you were here.”

You scoffed. “Maybe if you’d called me at some point over the last, oh, I don’t know, eight months? You would’ve known.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You fuckin’ should be,” you snapped. Part of you regretted it, the harshness in your voice. But he wasn’t innocent in this, either. He hung you out to dry, left you all alone.

“What you said in there tonight…” he trailed off for a moment, “I’m sorry you went through all of that.”

“Me too.” You pulled another inhale off your cigarette. “I think that was the most honest you’ve ever been with me. What you said in there, I mean. You never…you never talked like that with me.” You sighed, pressing the heel of your palm against your forehead for a moment, careful not to touch the cigarette to your face in the process. “Guess I should’ve just invited a fuckin’ audience into our living room.”

“Look—”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” It should’ve been the first question, but Walt did have a way of making you sentimental. Always had. Something about those big, sad eyes of his.

“Workin’ a case.”

“Who?”

He shook his head, “You know I can’t—”

“You’re fuckin’ shitting me, right?” You scoffed. “You come here, traipse into my fucking meeting and you—”

“I didn’t know you were fucking here,” he snapped, voice low and harsh. “If I had known, trust me, I wouldn’t have shown up.”

“Of course you wouldn’t have. Willingly facing the destruction you cause while you’re trying to get what you want? Why the fuck would you ever do that?”

“I said I’m fucking sorry.”

“And I didn’t say that I fucking forgive you.” There was a long, tense pause between you before you let out a sigh. Dropping your cigarette to the ground, you snubbed it beneath the toe of your boot. “I can’t sit there across from you for however long you’re here, sharing and pretending that I don’t know you’re trying to get one of these guys caught.”

“If they didn’t want to get caught, they shouldn’t—”

“Watch your goddamn step,” you said like a growl, a warning.

He sighed, dropping his chin to his chest. He could try to stand there and argue with you that it was different, that the guys dealing were a completely different category than the people using, or trying not to use, but it wouldn’t do him any good. “Sorry. But I can’t just leave because you don’t want me here.”

“This is a dangerous game to play for a man who already doesn’t like himself very much.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“You thought that was rough?” You gestured towards the building. “What I said in there tonight? That was me sharing on a good day. You,” you laughed without humor, “you better hope you’re done and out of here before you have to listen to me share on a bad day.”

“I didn’t want it to go down like that,” he offered up, like that was any fucking use to either of you now.

“And yet, it, did,” you punctuated each word like it was its own sentence. Pulling your keys out of your pocket, you said, “I know I can’t make you leave, Walt. But I really fucking hope you don’t stay.”

He knew he deserved it all and then some. “I’ll try not to stick around too long.”

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

[liberaljane]

Women's Not So Distant History

This #WomensHistoryMonth, let's not forget how many of our rights were only won in recent decades, and weren’t acquired by asking nicely and waiting. We need to fight for our rights. Here's are a few examples:

📍 Before 1974's Fair Credit Opportunity Act made it illegal for financial institutions to discriminate against applicants' gender, banks could refuse women a credit card. Women won the right to open a bank account in the 1960s, but many banks still refused without a husband’s signature. This allowed men to continue to have control over women’s bank accounts. Unmarried women were often refused service by financial institutions entirely.

📍 Before 1977, sexual harassment was not considered a legal offense. That changed when a woman brought her boss to court after she refused his sexual advances and was fired. The court stated that her termination violated the 1974 Civil Rights Act, which made employment discrimination illegal.⚖️

📍 In 1969, California became the first state to pass legislation to allow no-fault divorce. Before then, divorce could only be obtained if a woman could prove that her husband had committed serious faults such as adultery. 💍By 1977, nine states had adopted no-fault divorce laws, and by late 1983, every state had but two. The last, New York, adopted a law in 2010.

📍In 1967, Kathrine Switzer, entered the Boston Marathon under the name "K.V. Switzer." At the time, the Amateur Athletics Union didn't allow women. Once discovered, staff tried to remove Switzer from the race, but she finished. AAU did not formally accept women until fall 1971.

📍 In 1972, Lillian Garland, a receptionist at a California bank, went on unpaid leave to have a baby and when she returned, her position was filled. Her lawsuit led to 1978's Pregnancy Discrimination Act, which found that discriminating against pregnant people is unlawful

📍 It wasn’t until 2016 that gay marriage was legal in all 50 states. Previously, laws varied by state, and while many states allowed for civil unions for same-sex couples, it created a separate but equal standard. In 2008, California was the first state to achieve marriage equality, only to reverse that right following a ballot initiative later that year. 

📍In 2018, Utah and Idaho were the last two states that lacked clear legislation protecting chest or breast feeding parents from obscenity laws. At the time, an Idaho congressman complained women would, "whip it out and do it anywhere,"

📍 In 1973, the Supreme Court affirmed the right to safe legal abortion in Roe v. Wade. At the time of the decision, nearly all states outlawed abortion with few exceptions. In 1965, illegal abortions made up one-sixth of all pregnancy- and childbirth-related deaths. Unfortunately after years of abortion restrictions and bans, the Supreme Court overturned Roe in 2022. Since then, 14 states have fully banned care, and another 7 severely restrict it – leaving most of the south and midwest without access. 

📍 Before 1973, women were not able to serve on a jury in all 50 states. However, this varied by state: Utah was the first state to allow women to serve jury duty in 1898. Though, by 1927, only 19 states allowed women to serve jury duty. The Civil Rights Act of 1957 gave women the right to serve on federal juries, though it wasn't until 1973 that all 50 states passed similar legislation

📍 Before 1988, women were unable to get a business loan on their own. The Women's Business Ownership Act of 1988 allowed women to get loans without a male co-signer and removed other barriers to women in business. The number of women-owned businesses increased by 31 times in the last four decades. 

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📍 Before 1965, married women had no right to birth control. In Griswold v. Connecticut (1965), the Supreme Court ruled that banning the use of contraceptives violated the right to marital privacy.

📍 Before 1967, interracial couples didn’t have the right to marry. In Loving v. Virginia, the Supreme Court found that anti-miscegenation laws were unconstitutional. In 2000, Alabama was the last State to remove its anti-miscegenation laws from the books.

📍 Before 1972, unmarried women didn’t have the right to birth control. While married couples gained the right in 1967, it wasn’t until Eisenstadt v. Baird seven years later, that the Supreme Court affirmed the right to contraception for unmarried people.

📍 In 1974, the last “Ugly Laws” were repealed in Chicago. “Ugly Laws” allowed the police to arrest and jail people with visible disabilities for being seen in public. People charged with ugly laws were either charged a fine or held in jail. ‘Ugly Laws’ were a part of the late 19th century Victorian Era poor laws. 

📍 In 1976, Hawaii was the last state to lift requirements that a woman take her husband’s last name.  If a woman didn’t take her husband’s last name, employers could refuse to issue her payroll and she could be barred from voting. 

📍 It wasn’t until 1993 that marital assault became a crime in all 50 states. Historically, intercourse within marriage was regarded as a “right” of spouses. Before 1974, in all fifty U.S. states, men had legal immunity for assaults their wives. Oklahoma and North Carolina were the last to change the law in 1993.

📍  In 1990, the Americans with Disability Act (ADA) – most comprehensive disability rights legislation in U.S. history – was passed. The ADA protected disabled people from employment discrimination. Previously, an employer could refuse to hire someone just because of their disability.

📍 Before 1993, women weren’t allowed to wear pants on the Senate floor. That changed when Sen. Moseley Braun (D-IL), & Sen. Barbara Mikulski (D-MD) wore trousers - shocking the male-dominated Senate. Their fashion statement ultimately led to the dress code being clarified to allow women to wear pants. 

📍 Emergency contraception (Plan B) wasn't approved by the FDA until 1998. While many can get emergency contraception at their local drugstore, back then it required a prescription. In 2013, the FDA removed age limits & allowed retailers to stock it directly on the shelf (although many don’t).

📍  In Lawrence v. Texas (2003), the Supreme Court ruled that anti-cohabitation laws were unconstitutional. Sometimes referred to as the ‘'Living in Sin' statute, anti-cohabitation laws criminalize living with a partner if the couple is unmarried. Today, Mississippi still has laws on its books against cohabitation. 

[cavalierzee]

THIS DIDN’T START OCTOBER 7th!!!

[yesterdaysprint]

W.K. Haselden in the Daily Mirror, October 3, 1935

[deep-space-netwerk]

So Venus is my favorite planet in the solar system - everything about it is just so weird.

It has this extraordinarily dense atmosphere that by all accounts shouldn't exist - Venus is close enough to the sun (and therefore hot enough) that the atmosphere should have literally evaporated away, just like Mercury's. We think Earth manages to keep its atmosphere by virtue of our magnetic field, but Venus doesn't even have that going for it. While Venus is probably volcanically active, it definitely doesn't have an internal magnetic dynamo, so whatever form of volcanism it has going on is very different from ours. And, it spins backwards! For some reason!!

But, for as many mysteries as Venus has, the United States really hasn't spent much time investigating it. The Soviet Union, on the other hand, sent no less than 16 probes to Venus between 1961 and 1984 as part of the Venera program - most of them looked like this!

The Soviet Union had a very different approach to space than the United States. NASA missions are typically extremely risk averse, and the spacecraft we launch are generally very expensive one-offs that have only one chance to succeed or fail.

It's lead to some really amazing science, but to put it into perspective, the Mars Opportunity rover only had to survive on Mars for 90 days for the mission to be declared a complete success. That thing lasted 15 years. I love the Opportunity rover as much as any self-respecting NASA engineer, but how much extra time and money did we spend that we didn't technically "need" to for it to last 60x longer than required?

Anyway, all to say, the Soviet Union took a more incremental approach, where failures were far less devastating. The Venera 9 through 14 probes were designed to land on the surface of Venus, and survive long enough to take a picture with two cameras - not an easy task, but a fairly straightforward goal compared to NASA standards. They had…mixed results.

Venera 9 managed to take a picture with one camera, but the other one's lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 10 also managed to take a picture with one camera, but again the other lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 11 took no pictures - neither lens cap deployed this time.

Venera 12 also took no pictures - because again, neither lens cap deployed.

Lotta problems with lens caps.

For Venera 13 and 14, in addition to the cameras they sent a device to sample the Venusian "soil". Upon landing, the arm was supposed to swing down and analyze the surface it touched - it was a simple mechanism that couldn't be re-deployed or adjusted after the first go.

This time, both lens caps FINALLY ejected perfectly, and we were treated to these marvelous, eerie pictures of the Venus landscape:

However, when the Venera 14 soil sampler arm deployed, instead of sampling the Venus surface, it managed to swing down and land perfectly on….an ejected lens cap.

[hinamie]

surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024

[whenweallvote]

Many of us are taught that slavery came to an end with the Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, but for enslaved people in Texas, freedom didn’t come until June 19, 1865.

Swipe to learn about the history of Juneteenth, and why it’s a celebration of freedom, culture, and progress.

[biophonies]

when I drew this comic 3 years ago I had NO idea how far it would reach. I'm happy to finally share a corrected version with proper abbreviations, and even MORE state names of indigenous origin ♥️

however, the goal of this comic was to inspire people to do your OWN research on indigenous history. To question everything we have been taught, and everything that has been pointedly left out. This erasure, this “forgetting”, of history is not just of the past… it is happening now. - Across so-called Canada, the US, and US-occupied islands, native women are victims of murder at 10-12x the rate of non-native people, and are the most likely to go missing without being searched for by the law. - Native reservations have the highest rates of poverty in the US, with over HALF of tribal homes with no access to clean water (with more joining this list by the year) - Native people are 6-10x more likely to be unhoused than the rest of the population, and native teens suffer suicide rates higher than any other demographic. This list of modern day genocide goes on (thank you for compiling @theindigenousanarchist <3) and yet take a look at those environmental stats!

Native people manage to do SO much for the planet as a whole - thanklessly - and with all this stacked against them. Don't even get me started on kin fighting in south america. Could you imagine if there was help? #landback is resistance to genocide, and it is the key to saving our warming earth.

So look into it and the other hashtags, cuz a cartoon goose ain't a substitute for a proper education. Love to my grandparents who always kept a map of tribal territories of turtle island on their wall, to speaking on our Tsalagi & Saponi heritage. Love & solidarity forever, happy research, and happy #indigenouspeoplesday

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(Also, if you care to support the artist, I'm publishing a book ! and writing another - a fantastical afroindigenous graphic novel - that I post exclusively about with tons of other art on my patreon.)

[humanoidhistory]

Jupiter, observed by Voyager 1 on March 1, 1979.

[mysharona1987]

Happy Independence Day!

[texaschainsawmascara]

The Dead Lovers by Edvard Munch / Vienna Cemetery / Lovers of Valdaro / The Lovers of Modena / Hasanlu Lovers / Monumento Rossi / Dave Navarro & Carmen Electra by David LaChapelle / A Memorial to Marriage by Patricia Cronin / Monumento Scarneo / Olavi Lanu / Bronze Age Scythian Couple / The Life & Death of a Relationship - Sue Law / Lovers of Turuel / New Orleans Botanical Garden / Etruscan Sarcophagi / Gravestone commissioned by widow for deceased husband - Mt. Macedon Cemetery / Eternal Love - Frank Kunert / Meant To Be - Bruno Caesar / Roman Sarcophagus / Sarcophagus of the Spouses

[purplepints]

Oldest human footprint discovered, made 153,000 years ago in South Africa.

Oldest human footprint in North America, made 21,000 years ago in New Mexico, USA.

Oldest human footprint on the Moon, made July 20, 1969 on the Sea of Tranquility, Earth's moon.

[beggars-opera]

The fact that the Boston transit system has been a garbage fire for so long that our mascot is a sad little man who is literally stranded on the train until the end of time due to a fare increase. Charlie's desiccated corpse has been riding this train since the 1940s and everyone just sort of rolls with it it this point

[amnhnyc]

What can we learn from a dinosaur feather preserved in amber? Let’s go behind the scenes of the Museum’s collection of amber fossils to find out!

[abnerkrill]

i hope everyone knows that the last wga strike was ~100 days and it's a pretty common phenomenon for strike support to tank after a month or two when it feels like it's dragging on and some writers and talk show hosts are crossing picket lines and trying to "return" to "normal" because of people's livelihoods etc when they're really just scabs. sure hope that we keep that in mind and are prepared for the long haul and aren't just in it while it's convenient for us <3