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Been listening to books about the Salem witch trials and it’s so weird to me that there’s this prevailing narrative where people think of Salem as “oh they were deluded primitive folk who believed in witchcraft lol” when there are contemporary documents where prominent people said the accusers and the court (which hadn’t followed standard legal procedures even for that time) were committing crimes so grievous it would forever be a stain on New England
#i really recommend the first season of the documentary podcast ‘unobscured’#it goes into great detail the interpersonal relationships and perfect storm politically economically socially and spiritually#that led to the trials#and features extensive interviews with six of the leading historians on the trials and colonial new england
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can't get over qh43 actually speaking up about the locker room tensions in van and the jtpete divorce debacles x5 . like imagine being a 25 year old captain talking to a canadian market like "yeah, we all kinda hate each other rn Lol"
#the jtpete divorce lawyer and it's just their captain saying “yeah petey can have the powerplay if jt gets the brunt of the canadian media”#quinn speaking on love and family as if the dudes in his locker room wouldn't kill each other with a gun given the chance#can't imagine coming off the first playoff berth in literal years because you led your team there and breaking records and what have you#and now your star players are in their millionth round of teenage girl drama reminiscent of sophomore year in high school#and rick is just in media like “yeah i won the cup THREE times btw" like my brother congrats#me and my grandpa bruce boudreau taking notes and observing from the outside like.. remember when we actually loved each other despite the#trials and tribulations??? do you guys even remember that??#idk why we act like jt and pete having some sort of beef is new news also. this happens literally every single year#they're like the toxic exes that you tell your friend to stay the hell AWAY from and they say they really will this time#and they're back together by the end of the week because we need them on a struggling powerplay
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If Lester was wearing these shirts instead of Led Zeppelin shirt , TOA would be over very quickly, because in the early days when Lester was in trouble and he needed someone's help, when anyone saw him in this shirt, he might be ignored and got more troubles. (Lester may grumble about his look , but he actually looks good.)
#apollo#apollon#lester papadopoulos#toa#toa apollo#trials of apollo#the trials of apollo#pjo apollo#pjo hoo toa#riordanverse#rick riordan#riordan universe#led zeppelin#bisexual
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🛌💤💭... Zzzzz... Zzzz........
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#(CACKLING IM GETTING DLASHBAXKS TO WHEN A SCREAMER LED DOWN INFEONT OF MY REAGENT AND I COULDNT BREATHE AFTERWARDS)#the outlast trials#ask blog#franco barbi#franco il bambino barbi#outlast#outlast trials
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rrrhhh getting a new TOA box set for my birthday in a week and im so pumped ^^ its the real pretty covers but i just had a burst of affection for TOA and apollo/lester so i drew him how i saw him reading the first two books (ive only read the first two so far but i know the spoilers from book three ://)
#honkygaydraws#pjo#pjo hoo toa#toa#trials of apollo#heroes of olumpus#apollo#toa apollo#lester papadopoulos#lester my beloved#little guy#putting him in my pocket#also yes i drew him with lightning scars#looks the other way#ive been reading lester angst fics and most have that#and i fucking love angst#apollo art#apollo and his led zeppelin shirt <33
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aurghhh ok still rewatching '97 and the way guts and casca only have the room to breathe and really come to understand and care for each other in griffith's absence because he has such a strong hold over them both.... and the way their mutual dedication to him is what causes them to bicker for years (casca thinks he's not serving him well enough, guts thinks she doesn't get that he cares/how much he cares, casca's jealousy over griffith's feelings for guts, how he won his heart without even trying or being aware of it or doing anything with it) and is also a big part of what brings them together (earlier when guts deviates from the plan to save griffith and she commends him, in the cave casca opening up about griffith and her's past, showing that vulnerability, while it's mostly confrontational, leads to guts kinda getting her better, and his efforts to save and protect her (falling off the cliff with her, taking on the 100 men so she can escape, encouraging her to return to griffith so she can help him because it's what she feels she's meant to do (her dream, the direction in life guts shares and yet is questioning because of griffith's speech at the fountain, whether or not it's enough to serve him if it means he'll never be a true friend in griffith's eyes because he's not an equal), supporting the idea of her being with griffith/being his most important person like he won't because he doesn't view it as a competition like she has been since day one) leading to her realizing that he's kind of not that bad a guy and they have a lot more in common that she thought. and how the bonfire of dreams conversation is guts opening up to her in kind, the answer to her talking about how griffith saved her, how she feels. how neither of them ever call it love but it's something they know they both have for griffith. how it's something they're beginning to have for each other, different in ways they couldn't put a word to. because they're equals this time. the way griffith kind of becomes less and less important as they find other reasons to live and fight, as they become less singularly obsessed with him. how griffith is unable to stand it, guts' personhood, that agency and peer-to-peer equality he claimed to want (and perhaps truly did) that disappeared guts from his life, his plans, his side. how it barely even matters to griffith how casca changes because he never wanted her like she wanted him. god i can't fucking stand their shakespearean nonsense drama (<- hopelessly in love with their interpersonal dynamics)
#god they're the only healthy part of this unholy mind-palace love triangle/throuple aren't they#they could have been the worst qpr/throuple in your social circle. like just insufferable when they're not getting along#if griffith hadn't [oh god oh fuck oh jesus christ] all over everything even remotely good in his life anyway#poor casca's in love with a gay man and then falls for his not-quite-boyfriend and when not-quite-boyfriend reciprocates said gay man fucki#g. Does The Eclipse Stuff. at least partially to get back at you two. oh my godd#i'm sorry i'm so not normal about them. it's starting to leak out into the blog bc i'm finally having a Berserk Moment since starting tumbl#but whewwwww. gotta get this outta my system#hope this wall of text makes sense oops <3#berserk#berserk 1997#how do i even tag their thang. their disastrous just horrible agonizing 3 guy dynamic. hm.#gutsca#griffguts#don't even know if anyone tags for griffith and casca. fair because 1) he raped her. yikes 2) he just straight up isn't into her#and i don't know if there's a tag for the three of them but trial and error led to nothing#but i wanna talk about their dynamic. their. (gestures wildly) whatever. it's not about thinking griffith should kiss anyone it's about lik#the agony. the pining and the torment and whatever miura so beautifully crafted for me specifically. sheesh#hope it's clear that i Don't Want Them To Be An Uwu Little Polycule Bc Casca Should Not Be In A Cutesy Throuple With Her Rapist#it's more that i think they kind of are or almost are part of this (gestures wildly again). Thing. with each other and i wanna talk about i#same with griffguts like oh man they should NOT be in a relationship. but i have this deep intense Need to study them and frankly they're#kind of crazy about each other for a while. like they care about each other so so much it's crucial to all three of their characters.#so it's kind of unavoidable. and i wanna talk about it. and have this read by people who also want to talk about it. yeah? yeah.#(and yeah i think griffith raping casca was about her and guts. like 'fuck you for making him okay with leaving me' type of vibe. even#though it wasn't her fault he's just. god. but it sure as hell isn't Mostly about casca because griffith's making eye contact like the Whol#time with guts. he makes him watch. it's just. shooooooooooo aughhhhghhghh fucking. jesus christ. that or it's the fear that his two most#important pawns are going to leave him Together and he just. can't deal with that. especially after the torture internment thing.#he's so weak and he was so close to his dream and now it's falling apart and they're leaving him and he can't even move. it's about making#damn sure they can't escape him or forget him ever again.#or maybe it's even a 'you can't have her she's mine' to guts but it's still largely like. spiteful/about possessing her as a soldier/human#because i don't think you could convince me it's about having her as a lover or about controlling/hurting/possessing her body.)
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man tho. Ree’s suppressed their trauma from Jax pretty well but I’d love to go exploring it a bit more deeply.
#;; ooc#He basically kickstarted Ree’s hero complex and the whole reason they pushed through their trials so damn hard#Which eventually led to the championship
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This was. An awkwardly juxtaposed time for a peppa pig ad to pop up, of all things...
#for context - milgram is a song series about judging people for their actions that led to perceived murder(s)#and that particular song is about a character who likes to indulge in sex work and had to abort as a result#so like. big tonal difference here as far as age appropriate topic levels go here....#but they're both pink at least? /silly#milgram second trial#milgram#yuno kashiki#kashiki yuno#peppa pig#blablablah
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man. sometimes i think about the end of soc and about the possibility of jesper leaving. but because he wanted to see this through, because he wanted to right things, because he wanted to see inej again and know she was safe, because he wanted to show his father that perhaps he wasn’t entirely a failure who only did reckless things, because he wanted something more for his friends. he went on
#i think. once inej was saved there really was this sentiment of#do i want to be here. Is this what i want because on god#the end of soc jesper got shown that he was shoved to the bottom of the list in terms of trust and that hurt#sometimes i think about the fact that kaz not only kept the wylan-kuwei thing quiet from jesper but also LET EVERYONE ELSE IN#ON IT#besides jesper. And let jesper go through the emotions of thinking that wylan and nina were dead on that ship. just to punish jesper.#for several cruel moments. He wanted jesper to hurt#like. Imagine ur jesper. and you learn that the guy youve led your life beside#decides to keep you in the dark over a mistake (that you see is a mistake and know is one) but then yknow who he decides to tell#the guy you broke out of prison 2 weeks ago who nearly choked out one of your friends and perhaps a month earlier would have no issue#with hunting you and putting you on trial to burn for something you cant control#its more complex than that but in the heat of the moment. Thats what jesper would be thinking about#if i were jesper!!!!! holy shit i’d be so fucking upset!!!! I’D LEAVE#oughthth lads the soc brainrot is so back
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in the notes on the true crime post there's lot of people going "true crime shows call out the police". and it's like. yeah, but the vast majority don't. This isn't me bullshitting, this is me having grown up with this media everywhere.
The mainstream stuff doesn't, by and large, call out the police, and their failings are framed in a very particular pro-police way. There are so many that I've seen where it's abundantly clear that the police arrested the wrong person because they were black, or disabled, or neurodivergent, or poor, or gay, or all of the above - that the police manufactured or planted evidence or otherwise screwed the fuck up. But you have to read between the lines to see that, and if most viewers Did do that, then the landscape of true crime media would be wholly different.
#i'm not wholly against true crime#there ARE good shows out there#and murder mystery and my family is a good one that focuses on police and legal system screwups but that isn't sensational or over the top#in some cases it's actually led to people being posthumously pardoned#or at least to that process becoming viable#but it focuses on legal soundness not actual justice#so it focuses on whether a trial was fair and due process followed#which can be frustrating#when even the lawyers on the show are like. this person should never have been tried. but still have to keep the original verdict
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Do you ever identify like, patterns of thinking or behaviour in yourself that seem like the sort of response someone would develop due to trauma or repeated negative experiences but you cant really pinpoint why/when/where you developed those patterns?
Hmm...
#noticing i tend to rehearse detailed explanations when i make a mistake as if i am being put on trial for blame and#hmmm i do not feel this is indicative of an emotionally supported upbringing but#i also cant really identify any concrete examples of what may have led to this specific pattern of thinking#autism sometimes feels like you are having to untangle a long long chain of experiences that toe the line of emotional abuse but never#cross it enough to be easily recogniseable red flags#or at least thats my experience of untangling my memories and experiences pre-adulthood or pre-diagnosis#(generally pre the ages of 16-18 at which point i had a long realisation that i could [re]gain control over the direction of my existence)
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Sorry for the rant in the tags, got a little... whelmed
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#actually my first run in with internal structure was loving on my own#i had a roommate and we split things#but my house did not work like that#i had to learn anything internal and self management and regulation on my own#im pretty lucky i turned out the way i did considering#but yeah#at no point are we given the freedom to give internal management a light trial and error chance#in school your told when to eat when to shit when to do what class#even when you have minor control of some of those decisions its still teacher led#then at home either your following what your parents tell you to do or your forced to take care of someone else or none of the above and#have no structure to learn from at all#then you become an adult#forced into the world with little to no onowledge of how the world works#because parents expect school to prepare you for life and school expects parents to do that#and were all just fucked
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you ever realize something you wish you didn't and end up like
#fungi.txt#tfw the lack of healthy trial and error in friendships in my youth has led to a not ideal model that I follow#the worst part is that I have the power to change this but it would require me to grow a backbone and stop being a doormat#and idk if I have the guts rn
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gojo never imagined an arrange marriage with you, but now you’re all he can think about.
he thinks about you when he’s training, when he’s seated at his round table, when he’s in his bed, everywhere, every time, you’re all he can think about.
and you’re oblivious to it.
you heard the gossip everywhere you walked, about the girl gojo was pleading with his family to marry. how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how much more elegant she was compared to you. you knew you were never his first choice, not even his fifth, but it hurt even more when everybody acknowledged it.
you stopped wearing your wedding ring, started acting like you were just another person there. luckily gojo didn’t seem to be in any hurry about making heirs, so pretending like you two were working things out didn’t even matter anymore.
you find yourself alone most of the time. your maids were kind and patient, but they had so many things to do throughout the day that you felt awful pestering them to walk around the estate with you.
eating dinners with gojo became normal, but most of your other meals were in silence, always feeling like a speck of dust in the large dining hall.
one day when you’re walking around aimlessly you stumble across the training grounds, the open space below you filled with men swinging wooden swords back and forth at each other.
it wasn’t difficult to find your husband, his white hair hard to miss in a crowd of others. he didn’t notice you watching from above, and so you stayed hidden, not knowing if the men were picky with who watched them.
he was swift and agile. everything he did was precise and with meaning. no wonder he was named the best warrior of the north.
you found this to be more entertaining than walking around the gardens for the tenth time or watching the cooks assemble the next meal, so you didn’t even notice how gojo looked up to see you, somehow slipping away without you knowing.
you were in a state of watching but not really thinking, almost jumping out of your skin when you heard his voice behind you.
“didn’t know i had an audience,”
you yelp, flinching as you look behind you to see your husband all sweaty, panting slightly as he moves his hair away from his face. you eye the stairs that led him up here, wondering how you could’ve missed that.
you laugh sheepishly, giving him an apologetic smile as you pick are your nails.
“i’m sorry,” you scratch behind your ears, feeling heat rise to your cheeks under his intense gaze. it’s unfair how pretty somebody can look, especially after training for an hour straight, “i was just walking around and i saw this.”
he waved it off, shaking his head as he leaned his sword on the wall.
“not a problem,” his eyes shine, “i just would’ve tried harder if i knew my wife was watching.”
my wife.
the words fall so smoothly from his lips you wonder how many times he’s said it before. with malice, hatred, necessity?
you smile a little bit, eyes crinkling around the edges as you look away briefly, not noticing the way gojo chased after your cheerful face.
“how’d you get up here? where are your ladies?” he asks suddenly, looking around at the fact that it was just you up here.
“my what?” you say, looking up at him through furrowed brows.
“you know,” he waves his arm around as if that would help, “you’re ladies in waiting,”
you scrunch up your nose a little bit, something he noticed you did when you were confused.
“oh, well, my maids are working right now,” you tell him, noting that he still didn’t look any less confused.
“no, not your maids, your ladies,” he tilts his head to the side, “the girls your family sent them up to help you around.”
you stare at him, unblinking.
“the girls that are your friends, the ones that help accustom you…” gojo trials off when he realizes he’s not getting anywhere with you.
you feel even more embarrassed than when he caught you watching him, hating the way you were clueless at yet another thing in this life that no one explained to you.
“the girls you hang around with?” he finally lands on, hoping this jogs your memory.
you shake your head, eyes wide as you fidget with the fabric of your dress. his eyes fall onto your finger, lingering on the fact that you’re not wearing your ring.
“who do you spend your time with throughout the day?” gojo seems even more lost than you. he’s seen you with…? well surely that one time…?
“by,” you swallow, embarrassed, “by myself. i walk around a lot.” you admit sheepishly.
“your family didn’t send…?” he answers his own question with his silence.
this entire time you’ve been alone?
he opens his mouth to speak but somebody beats him to it.
“satoru! get down here! we’re still not done!” his friends shouts from below, and you look over your shoulder to see all the men staring at the two of you.
gojo stares at you, unblinking.
“i,” he swallows but can’t find any words.
you can’t either.
he leaves you there, running down those stairs as he shouts at the other guys to resume what they were doing. that entire day he was off his balance because he kept looking up to see you there, but you weren’t.
maybe you were just walking around, like you said.
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#satoru x reader#gojo drabble#jjk x reader#jjk drabble#gojo angst#arranged!gojo
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So apparently some Swiss company found out that Brazilian blood has more immunoglobulin (which is used in some medications made by pharma companies) than European blood, and now international pharma companies are lobbying to change Brazilian law to allow them to use our blood as a resource
There is no current evidence that those things are related, but it just so happens that at the same time there is also another law being discussed that would get rid of "bureaucracy" when it comes to ethics analyses of trials on humans. It would also remove the right, which all brazilians currently have, to access to the medication resulting from the trials they participated in
Both sources are in Portuguese because both news have been recently broke by a Brazilian investigative news agency, but if you don't speak it, you can always use automatic translation
I know there's a lot of fucked up shit happening in the world right now, but please pay attention to medical rights in Brasil right now. Especially if you're European, because virtually every company related to this is from your continent and plans to benefit you above all
ETA: using blood as a resource for these medications is not new; however, current law in brasil only allows that use to come from donated blood (because it comes from the plasma and apparently not all of it is used in blood transfusion; I'm not a doctor so I'm not clear on the details but that's the gist of it) and to be processed and used by Hemobrás, the State-owned company that handles this type of medical technology. The new law would allow for private companies to buy our blood from blood banks for their use. It is worth noting that at least one company has already explicitly stated that they won't be making the resulting medication available in the Brazilian market, so, essentially, they will be taking blood Brazilians donated to help other Brazilians and using it to treat immunocompromised Europeans, to the detriment of immunocompromised Brazilians that need the medicine. In the process, they will be making it harder for our State-owned company to use that same blood, forcing us to import from them and therefore making the medication more expensive. They also want to make it possible for Brazilians to sell their own blood - a deeply ethically questionable practice that is discouraged by the WHO and that has led to HIV outbreaks in Brasil in the past
#i hate it here i hate it here i HATE IT HERE im sick of this shit#social justice#geopolitics#latin america#brasil#brazil#social issues#latine shit
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The dog I think of as My Dog was picked up from the shelter when I was about 16 and he was six months old. He was a cattle dog mix, which at the time was really uncommon in our area.
We were only getting a dog because my mom was worried about home invaders which was a bit insane as we were out in the country and we’d left our German Shepherd down in Arizona with my dad for complicated reasons.
I turned the corner and saw him. Instant connection. He was curled up dozing, all blue and white freckles with red ears and feeties. His clipboard said “SLY” in huge red letters. I called it softly and he opened his eyes, ears perking. He roused to sleepily amble toward me, lick my fingers, then go lay back down.
My mom joined me in dismay, seeing the love dripping off of me. She hadn’t wanted a puppy but it was clear which dog we were going home with.
Sly was a monstrous puppy. Fans of cattle dogs will be unsurprised to learn he was exceedingly clever, mischievous and Bored a Lot. It turned out his name hadn’t been Sly. It was Billy. But I think we all know why a huge red warning had been applied to his kennel. We named him Sly anyway.
My mom doesn’t remember threatening in earnest to bring him back but it happened. Sly loved to chew. He had no interest in fetch or most toys but he adored chewing. I lost headphones, backpack straps, and pillows to his voracious teething. We tried to dissuade him. He just learned to chew when we weren’t looking. Then one day, clever but not smart, he set his teeth to a plugged in cord and electrocuted himself. He was fine, just really startled!
Thus ended the chewing, forever.
He wouldn’t even pick up toys. He was fully convinced having things in his mouth was only a matter of time before they turned on him. He’d run after a ball at dog parks, grab it in the euphoria of the chase, then immediately spit it out.
He was still a lot of dog and my moms rumblings about his poor behavior led me to join 4H with him. My friend Lia was in with her spaniels so I had an in. We did twice weekly training in obedience and showmanship.
That was it. Sly transformed into the best dog. From a bored unmanageable puppy he became a partner, ready to work on whatever we needed to work on. He learned buckets of commands, eager to please. Sit, down, wait, stand, front, back up, shake, roll, heel. The only thing we could never convince him to do was speak. His bark was reserved for Danger.
We went to compete in the county fair together, entering obedience trials and dog show portions.
The instructions are clearly stated before obedience testing. A dog must stay sitting for two minutes when told to stay, and three minutes for laying down. If our dog broke we were not supposed to speak to reissue commands, simply wait quietly.
It was us in a line with five other dogs. He passed the sitting part just fine. The down one was longer and a wretched golden retriever broke. But then his trainer pulled out a ball and started trying to redirect him with it. The other dogs watched with interest but stayed down. Sly started up. He desperately wanted to herd the golden back into place.
With elbows off the ground he froze, realizing his mistake. His head whipped to me. In silence, I swept my arm down in the nonverbal command for down. He dropped obediently and watched me fixedly for the rest of the time. I think he could feel my disappointment.
We failed.
But the judge came up to us afterward as I was petting him and said, “I was so impressed your dog knows nonverbal commands, and that other dog was so distracting! Let’s retest with the next batch.”
I was thrilled and Sly was steadfast, staring unblinkly at me for the full three minutes with utter determination. He won blue ribbons in obedience and got later best in breed since there was no other cattle dogs.
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