#when i have all data + and the time to do it i will actually make a proper literary analysis of this

[tmblrplsdonutbanme]

"Not one man? Ever? Men rape animals to death and babies but they wouldn't do that to each other? And male children are for some reason excluded."

give me ONE source for where a woman raped man to death. I have specified this many times.

Men HAVE raped other men to death. far lesser extent than a woman, if you actually read, its 20x less- but WHERE did a woman rape a man to death?

You literally reposted my post saying "sorry some of the links are misplaced, tumblr wont let me edit them bc there's an error each time a try"

How do you justify coining that "you're a typical hysterical woman" over YOUR misunderstanding

Use your head. compare the men who died to rape to the women who died to rape. Go ahead

Until you can fine me ONE man who died, you only embarrass yourself trying to downplay and invalidate my number

"Which is not even a sentence that makes gramatical sense is sourced"

How are you going to nitpick my technical writing when you sound like you're so high, you're dreaming?

"Hysterical and unreliable at best, intentionally deceptive at worse. If you cannot give these discussions the serious consideration they deserve maybe stay out of them because you are not helping."

LMAO you're deadass a MRA who addresses female sexual abuse as a rhetoric to undermine women as "hysterical"

saying to ANY woman "you're making us look bad" because YOU misunderstood them is absolutely stupid and incognizant.

"There is plenty of actual data on how sexual violence and misogyny hurt women and you are doing all of us a disservice by endorsing bullshit because you're too lazy to spend even five minutes reading."

Oh the irony!

So you read this, misunderstood it because you were too lazy to read, and decided to make a hysterical post about a woman you think is hysterical bc "that sentence isn't grammatically correct and by doing this you're making all women look bad" and actually tangibly trying to dispel the attention away from victims

you should consider changing your bio

probably smarter than you :^( by a lot

is it opposite day

And even with the male rights activists upset, I STILL give answers

92.6% OF MAKEUP COMPANIES ARE MALE

What is 100% minus 7.4%....

Oh!

You're going to call me hysterical, deceitful when i have this posted on my sources page

...which i redirected you to in that repost since i cannot another link to the other one

Im still waiting for sources to disprove my first 2 statements! thanks!

Statistics- Again

men constitute 97% of (non fatal) strangulation attacks

men constitute 99% of acid attacks

men constitute 99.99% of child pornography

men constitute 98% of mass shootings

men constitute 99.8% of rapists

men constitute 86% of homicides

men constitute 95% of forcible incest

men constitute 99.99% of child sex abuse

men constitute 99% of molesting cases

men constitute 96% of domestic violence/abuse

men constitute 99% of drugging

men constitute 90% of stalking

men constitute 99.99% of human trafficking perpetrators

men constitute 99% of sex trafficking abuse

Men constitute 99% of animal abuse

Men constitute 98% of bestiality

_________________________Original Post_________________________

92.6% of makeup companies are male

97% of all creative directors are male

98% of modeling agencies are male

92% of fashion media is male

96% of the fashion industry is male

___________________________Rape_________________________

Women are 21x more likely to get raped, yet this is seriously underreported considering the dead bodies

1/3 of all women internationally report being sexually assaulted. we know this number to be much higher due to autopsies reported in the census

Women are 400,000,000x more likely to DIE from RAPE than a man

not one man has ever died from rape, accounts for no coroner report ever, whereas tens of thousands of women and children die a year.

i tried to find a statistic refuting this but i could not

________________________Sex Trafficking________________________

50 million women are sex trafficking victims

women make up for 95% of labor trafficking

70% of child labor is FEMALE

25 million women are forced into child marriages

650 million girls are in arranged marriages/ marriages consummated below the age of consent

_________________________Fetish / Kink_________________________

Men make up most 98% on average of every fetish community

Men make up 99% of pedophilia.

10% of men are pedophiles

_________________________International_________________________

in 70 countries - that comprise 26% of the world population, women need men's permission to learn, work, or travel.

There are 50 countries in which the law states you can sell and buy women into marriage. - These countries, including India and Pakistan, make up 38% of the entire world.

There are 178 countries that do not have the same legal rights for women, where written law specifically excludes women from freedom.

There are 2.4 billion women globally who are born in countries that have written law that restricts them completely, but even more so without a man.

6 billion people believe in a religion that states that women are less human than men

_________________________Original Post_________________________

Infographic Sources

_________________________More Studies_________________________

Study on objectification

Study on empathy

Some Fashion Industry Stats & Sources

Infographic

[cakezzz]

Cookie run Pokémon trainer AU!

I made an au where I made the gang as mystery dungeon Pokemon but now it’s time for trainers! I had a lot of fun designing them and choosing their buddies, I’ll leave notes for each character if anyone is interested to read the thought process and lore I created for them.

GingerBrave (or this time Brave) is a young boy from Kingdom Town, the town was not founded by the group but instead him and Strawberry grew up in it to make the setting fit the Pokémon formula.

His partner is Eevee given to him after rescuing the professor (Maestro Sugar gnome) from Team Darkness !!

Eevee is a bit of a Diva, he didn’t litsen to Brave at first but become great friends over time ! similar to how Ash and Pikachus relationship started, and also doesn’t like being in it’s pokeball.

The rest of his team is picked up over the course of the story ofc but I’ll skip the details for another time

Next in line is Strawberry !

Despite what her design says she is not a grass type trainer 😭 or a trainer at all— sortove.

She is more interested in content creation, having her own channel that talks about Pokémon natures and battle strategies, similar to Dot from the Horizons anime, and has a hidden dream of producing her own music, already having experience in digital music software and music theory.

Thanks to her experience in studying Pokémon for her channel, She’s became her own Pokédex!

As for her partner Pokémon, Despite her starter being a rouge Rotom (that wasn’t meant to be a partner Pokémon) that possesed her personal phone, it does barley any Pokémon dexing due to the lack of actual pokedex software in her device, instead it opts to to use google and snoop her internet browsing history for fun

Rotom does speak like the dex in sun and moon but it has a similar gimmick to team rockets rotom dex in the journeys anime, and instead Sp3akz 1ik3 thiz a11 th3 tim3 due to its only reference of speech is though Starwberrys own data…

ANYWAYS enough about rotom phone, her team consists of a lot of shy and abandoned Pokémon she managed to make connections with, so it’s a bit everywhere but they all choose Starwberry as their trainer and she welcomed them!

Starwberrys also has the important role every Pokémon anime has and its to do commentary on anything and everything that goes on, and bumps heads with wizard who houses similar information,

And speaking of—

Third in line is Wizard!

Wizard is definitely the most experienced of the group, he had all his Pokémon before the journey began cementing him as a prodigy. he’s more knowledgeable about Pokémon typing and moves wich compliments Starwberrys Pokémon knowledge, so they’re one big pokedexes when paired together lol.

Wizards true partner is ralts wich was his first Pokémon and only shiny he’s ever caught, ralts is very curious and a bit of a handful, but became his assistant in physic study’s ever since. If it wasn’t for ralts he wouldn’t have the dream of researching on how Pokémon and humans can conjure magic.

Speaking of magic, just like some physic type trainers we’ve met in past Pokémon games, Wizard can levitate things using his wand wich houses a spoink orb THAT HE ETHICALLY SOURCED. Spoink orbs house physic energy wich he can control thanks to his years of studying with ralts

As for joltik, it was given to him by the same professor they saved from Team Darkness, at first he didn’t want it because their extra slot was left empty for another powerful electric type Pokémon he had yet to decide on— but over time he got attached to the little guy. not only that, the joltik is pretty powerful than the Average joltik and it can conduct volts as powerful as ashes pikachu. Joltik also prefers to hang outside of its pokeball and on top of his hat.

Fourth of the group is Custard III!

Custard III is not old enough to have a Pokémon of his own, but despite this he has inherited his father’s ace, Empoleon, after they got separated during an event Custard III refuses to talk about, the only details known is that his father was a monarch that hosted battles and had a decent winning streak before he faded into obscurity and has been implied to have passed away.

His scepter created out of paper mache houses the very Greatball that belongs to his father and Empoleon as decoration since she doesn’t want to retreat to it in any way. The last order empoleon received from its late trainer was to watch over Custard III and she does fulfill this duity but refuses to take any orders from custard III for multiple reasons; he’s too young, he doesn’t have the same fighting spirit as his father, and she doesn’t want to break the promises by putting him in potential danger.

Empoleon has retired using its moves ever since to make extra sure Custard III didn’t get in the way of them and opted to use its fins and own body as protection from potential predators and people. They’ve been on the run for an undisclosed amount of time before they met with Braves group who did not want him to wander off by himself again.

And last but not least, chili !

I have yet to decide what made her stick around In the first place . But I am certain that whatever the reason was, she completely forgot about it herself HDCJSC

All her Pokémon are tricksters in their own way, not just by nature. For example, foxes are usually associated with stealth, monkeys are associated with greed, wich is why I had Braxien and Simisear in her team despite their entries not mentioning them as such, but just like people, they can have their own personalities. And as the rest of her group of mischief makers, they’re all naturally described as thief’s and tricksters.

All her Pokémon have a bizzare infatuation with custard III. perhaps they’re all just interested in his golden hair. This is probably another reason why chili hasn’t left the group yet, but she too cannot seem to leave the kids side. maybe not on subconsciously, and maybe not out of pity… anyways I LOVE CHILI PEPPER BEING A BIG SISTER TO CUSTARD III AND I WILL ALWAYS TRY TO MAKE IT HAPPEN IN ANY UNIVERSE‼️‼️‼️‼️

That’s all for now! Hopefully I’ll be able to design other characters, I’m itching to make Rye’s design!! Same as the ancients, but their Pokémon teams are still under development exept Cacao— anywayysss WATCH POKÉMON ANIME

[nowimjustastranger]

Any Watchdog Jerk Ford Anti Ford interactions? Or Lee and Watchdog?

So... word is that y'all want some interaction between Watchdog, Jerk Ford, and Anti Ford. I'm more than happy to deliver some snippets between Watchdog and his two friends allies. I don't know if I've stated this before (but I probably have) but Watchdog has always had a soft spot for Anti Ford because he is the literal opposite of a Ford and therefore Watchdog's favorite Ford (other than a certain someone who he has a parasitic bromance with, of course).

The first time Watchdog used Jerk as a glorified mattress:

Jerk visited randomly after running from a particularly persistent threat, which is using the tactic of sleep deprivation to wear Jerk down and hopefully catch him. But little do they know, Jerk has a handy-dandy sealed dimension to hop into to escape. Lee is in the kitchen when he hears Jerk and Watchdog come up from the sub-basement lab, poking his head out.

"Whoa, ya look like shit." Lee commented, his brows furrowing. And he does look like shit, his clothes have fresh burns and holes, including the hoodie; meaning some must’ve been pretty recent. He’d lasered himself and his gear clean, but that doesn't hide the dark circles under his eyes being deeper than normal. Or the heaviness in his gait. "When was the last time ya slept?"

"I got an hour yesterday." Jerk said curtly, clearly not open to discussing the matter further. Lee looked at Watchdog, who was preoccupied with scrutinizing a visibly agitated Jerk.

"That's… kinda concernin’." Lee muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face as he stepped out of the kitchen to join Jerk and Watchdog in the living room.

"I'm fine." Jerk bit out, convincing absolutely no one. "I just need to shake this asshole."

"Hang on, what asshole?" Lee asked, once again glancing at Watchdog to hopefully glean some modicum of understanding. Thankfully, Watchdog was already looking at Lee, the older man merely shaking his head to signal that he had no idea what Jerk was talking about either.

"The asshole who won't let me fuckin’ sleep! Obviously!" Jerk snapped, a hint of a Jersey accent slipping out in his anger.

"Hey, there's no need ta yell, Stanford." Lee said firmly, stepping into Jerk’s path so he was forced to stop pacing or run into Lee. Jerk ground to a halt with a scowl, though he made no attempt to side-step the younger man. "I'm just tryin’ ta understand what's goin’ on so I can help."

Lee proceeds to herd a mostly compliant Jerk to the spare bedroom up in the attic, but Jerk is too worked up/anxious to even lay down (let alone sleep) and Lee heads downstairs to make him some tea. Watchdog lingers in the room, studying a pacing Jerk to collect more data. According to Watchdog’s initial scan, Jerk had very recently healed via regen serum, and he was exhibiting all of the signs of both anxiety and sleep deprivation.

"What does your brother do when you're like this?" Watchdog tentatively asked, more than a little out of his depth considering that he and Jerk didn’t do vulnerable, but determined to help nevertheless.

Jerk Ford actually managed a gruff laugh at the question.

“Nothing you can do.” Jerk quipped, turning on his heel to walk back toward the far wall.

“What makes you say that?” Watchdog prompted, his eyes following Jerk from one side of the room to the other, a repetitive back and forth that ultimately did nothing to release any of the pent-up frustration and nerves that clung to Jerk.

“We had a special connection, kinda psychic maybe magic. Came from Ma's side of the family.” Jerk tersely explained, his stride slowing some as he pulled his glasses off to massage the space between his eyebrows. Probably suffering from a headache. “Anyways, we could feel what the other was feeling so sometimes he'd manipulate that.”

“Ah, a split soul pair. That explains a lot.” Watchdog mentally files the information away to mull over later, right now his top priority is to calm Jerk down and get him to sleep for a solid twelve hours. “Manipulate the bond how? I'm assuming some action he took resonated through your connection to you. But what did he do?”

“Usually he'd just pile shit on top of himself until he was overheated and crushed.”

“Ah, so you'd feel like you had a weighted blanket.”

“A what?”

“Weighted blankets are a relatively recent development, they're often used for people who are anxious or have other neurodivergent disorders like ADHD or autism.” Watchdog relayed with a surprising amount of patience, which he usually didn’t have much of when it came to Fords.

“We only have one and Fiddleford uses it for his anxiety.” Watchdog’s brows furrow. “An oversight on my part. I'll purchase more, but for now I'll have to improvise.”

Watchdog sheds his trenchcoat and Jerk suddenly looks more like cornered prey than the restless man he was a second ago. He's practically hissing when he speaks.

“What are you doing!?”

“My body temperature is elevated due to genetic tampering.” Watchdog explained, toeing off his boots, Jerk's gaze darting to the door behind Watchdog. He's clearly contemplating the merits of making a run for it, though Watchdog doesn't blame him considering they currently have a tentative alliance and Watchdog is about to do something ill-advised.

“What does your temperature have to do with anything?” Jerk demanded, edging toward the door.

“I understand that you're sleep deprived, so I'll refrain from questioning your intelligence.”

“Fuck you.”

Jerk, to his credit, is usually pretty good at thinking on his feet and reacting to (real or perceived) threats, but he's also sleep deprived. And because of his lack of a timely reaction, he's unable to do anything as Watchdog full-body tackles him onto the bed in the attic. And he complains about it, of course he does, but Watchdog gets special treatment from him so he doesnt get violent or start biting him.

Cue Lee entering the attic five minutes later with the tea, stopping in the doorway when he sees Watchdog pinning a sleeping Jerk down.

“…you sedate him?

“No. There was an easier way.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Just realized somethin' is all.”

“Care to share?”

“Nope.”

A bonus soft moment between Watchdog and The Anti-Ford:

"Is something wrong?" Watchdog inquired, taking a seat beside Anti on the sofa. "You were less talkative than usual during filming."

"Oh, you noticed?" Anti asked, raising a brow. He was on his laptop editing the video that they had just recorded earlier that day. The quiet was disconcerting, a clear indication that something was amiss, and Watchdog was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Of course I did, you're my friend." Watchdog said mildly, his head tilting as he tentatively scooted closer to Anti, who adjusted in order to wordlessly invite Watchdog into his personal space. Watchdog swiftly closed the last bit of distance between them, pressing his thigh flush against Anti’s.

"I shouldn't be surprised, you're super vigilant." Anti hummed, draping an arm across the sofa’s backrest, his fingertips drawing senseless patterns on Watchdog’s shoulder.

"Anti, what's wrong?" Watchdog murmured, voice pitched low. It was the same tone that Watchdog used with Lee when he was having a bad day or when Jerk was anxious, the soothing rumble coaxing Lee to get out of bed and lure Jerk to the couch for a cuddle session that they both insisted wasn’t a cuddle session.

"It's not a big deal, I just ran into a Ford variant when we were out bar-hopping the other day. He… said some things that stuck with me I guess." Anti sighed with a dismissive shrug, Watchdog’s concerned expression smoothing out into something unreadable.

"Oh? Do you know which one?" Watchdog asked, his voice level and expression deceptively calm.

"Nah. They all tend to blur together after a while. You and PJ are the only Fords who seem to be able to stand my existence." Anti drawled with a lazy flap of his hand, Watchdog easily catching his wrist and gently squeezing.

"I don't tolerate your existence, I'm grateful for it." Watchdog countered, maintaining eye contact with Anti. "They don't know you, they don't care to know you, so their opinions don't matter. I'm quite fond of you, just as you are."

"That's…" Anti trailed off, throat audibly clicking when he swallowed as his free hand came up to cover Watchdog’s. "That actually makes me feel better. Thanks, Watch."

"My pleasure." Watchdog said with a nod, giving Anti’’s wrist one last careful squeeze before letting go. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to elsewhere. Text or call if you need anything."

“Sure thing, bro.”

[bizarrelittlemew]

what people think being a phd student is like: groundbreaking research, cute academia outfits, lively classroom discussions during teaching, inspiring conferences, writing your thesis in film-worthy libraries and cute coffee shops

what being a phd student is actually like: imposter syndrome, forgetting that you even own nice clothes because you never use them, ending up on 3-4 more daily medications than when you started, trying to make your extremely niche research topic sound impactful on funding applications and getting rejected anyway, searching through 5 different calendars for a 25-minute window where all your supervisors can be there (2 of them won't make it anyway), doing multiple other projects before actually getting to the ones your thesis is about (at least you get your name on papers, which leads us to:), the whole soul-crushing publishing process, getting your patience tested by students who don't prepare for classes at all (but expect you to summarize and explain 3-4 lectures of stuff to them in 5 minutes during a hands-on tutorial), writing your thesis and putting together an assessment committee last minute, starting to feel nausea at the word "networking", experiencing levels of burnout you didn't know existed, university bureaucracy slowly but surely draining your will to live

[spartancommander-2874]

As Auri rifled through the other bits and bobs strewn about the observatory level, the Gears’ conversation drifted over to her. Figures they’d pick up on something. Hopefully she’d be out of their hair before needing to reveal her AI’s presence.

Speaking of…

“Noe, any updates?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I’ve poured through and analyzed every star map this place had to offer. I’ve gone through it all several times now and have checked it all against the coordinates for Requiem. Commander, it simply isn’t there.”

That last sentence stopped the Spartan’s pacing. No. No, that couldn’t be right. That didn’t make sense at all.

“Check it again.” Her tone came out neutral. Clipped.

“I did. As I stated before, there was some data corruption within the archives-“

“So, then there’s chance.”

“No. There isn’t. Before Emergence Day, whatever team that was stationed here had been able to chart out the section of space where Requiem should have been located. There is irrefutable evidence that shield world is not where it’s supposed to be.”

“But that doesn’t- How- I don’t-“ Her sentences kept starting and stopping before Auri gritted her teeth and forced herself to physically stop what she was doing and take in a damn breath. “Explain.” It was bullshit. How in the fuck could Requiem not even be there? Simply not exist? It couldn’t have been taken out just like that. Those star charts were decades old by now. The planet should be there.

“We’re both aware of how advanced Forerunner technology is. There’s still so much to learn about them.”

“The one we did meet wanted to kill us.”

“Exception. Not the rule,” Noesis chided before continuing. “I’ve been analyzing the footage of our escape and moments before we jumped through the portal, the main terminal took a direct hit from one of those Prometheans. Likely to stall our flight or simply have the portal kill us outright. I believe the timing was just right that the wiring got crossed in such a way that the portal bridged the gap between our universe and this one.”

“You can’t be serious-“ Auri started to balk when she finally tuned back into the goings on around Delta team. That was actually when she realized that ever present asshole was missing. Strange. Wasn’t he-?

Scoping out a massive horde of locust some meters below their feet. Fuck.

She’d deal with her anxiety and AI’s outrageous theory about inter dimensional portals later. Right now, they needed to leave. She approached the same monitor she had briefly dropped Noesis off in and withdrew the construct as she neared Marcus.

“I’ve got what I needed, Sergeant. There’s… a lot to go over. Later. Let’s get rolling before those things know we’re here. Does Baird know if our exit is still clear? Can we get out safely that way?"

@bigmouthgenius

This was supposed to be a simple smash and grab. Get the blueprints of the place, locate the objective, nab it and run.

In and out.

Easy enough, right?

Nope.

There was a security program that had been running passively in the background that not even the team’s AI had detected while pilfering the system and she had Forerunner code built directly into her matrix. Alarms began to blare loudly, alerting the Prometheans of offending intruders, once the data left its protective, holographic casing. Their fireteam leader quickly placed a hand on the terminal and green pixels flowed up her gauntleted arm and into a slot on the back of her helmet indicating their AI had come home. Without another word, the trio of Spartan IVs took off, wanting to be as far away from this place as physically possible.

Red blips began pinging off their motion trackers during their flight through the ancient complex and the digitized roars of anger echoed off down the halls. Their AI, Noesis, was still tapped into the local network and began to shut down the massive gray-white doors to cut off their pursuers or at the very least slow them down.

Evac was well on the other side of the facility in the form of a D79-TC Pelican dropship. Their pilot, Spartan Kent, had already activated the autopilot, calling the dropship in closer as the LZ was going to be hot by the time they got to it. A pair of beam turrets popped up in front of bulkhead doors at the end of one hall and began firing white-hot lasers at the fleeing super soldiers, forcing them off their current path and to take a hard right down another hallway to avoid being melted down to slag.

A Promethean Knight had sprung forward seemingly out of nowhere toward the Spartans as they attempted to dodge the turret fire and had nearly pinned their XO to the wall with its gun when it received a shotgun shell to the side of its head. With the creature down, they continued onward with their flight.

“Finally! We’re almost out of here!” came the Spartan to their XO’s left. Her IFF transponder marked her as Cordova, Caterina A.

“About time. I think we’ve really riled up the locals. Kent,” their fireteam leader replied then glanced to the right at their other squad mate. “Kent, once we get out, get that pelican ready for transport. We need to get the hell out of here ASAP before they call in for more reinforcements. Last thing we need is for the Storm Covies clogging up the air.”

“Way ahead of you, ma’am!” came her companion’s reply.

Just as they reached the last stretch, however, a Promethean had teleported meters away from the exit and brought an Incineration Cannon up to bear. The weapon began to charge, red light glowing like death. Right as the thing fired, their commander cried out, “Move it!”, before diving out of the way herself. The creature must’ve been in the local network as well as it was fighting for control over the doorways and cut the commander off from the other two. She rolled up onto her feet just in time to jerk to the side to avoid another blast.

“Commander?! Auri-?”

“Hey, you still-?”

“Get outside! I’ll meet you at the LZ. This place is going to be crawling with Knights shortly. I don’t want them bringing down our bird before we even get out of here,” she called back over their COMMs.

Spartan Kent paused briefly before responding so his counterpart took over. “Yes ma’am! Noesis is still feeding us a map of the area and there’s another exit out here. We’ll see you outside.”

“Copy!”

The Knight attempted to fire on the Spartan once more and just before it released the trigger, a well thrown grenade took it out of its misery. Reloading her weapons and taking a quick stock of what was leftover, Noesis, the team’s AI, wormed her way past the defenses the Knight had thrown up and unlocked one doorway, placing a waypoint that led to the exit on the Spartan’s HUD. The commander took off and was forced to double back twice due to an influx of hostiles. Out of nowhere, a brilliant flash of blue and black lit up a doorway to the Four’s left. Hovering there, of its own volition apparently, was a portal. She was really backed into a corner right now, with Prometheans encroaching on her location. The construct hiding within her helmet was already following her line of thought before the woman even voiced her plan.

“Commander, as much as I’d like to be out of here, we don’t know where that portal leads,” Noesis protested.

“Anywhere’s better than here. They’re already starting to wrest control from you and you’ve already transferred over the data to Roland, right?” Auri had already started to back up toward the swirling vortex. Sure enough, another entrance on the far side of the room had opened up, revealing a mass of very angry Promethean Knights who thought they had the human cornered.

“Yes but…” the AI said, her sentence petering off. Oh hell. Her Spartan had already made up her mind and there was no changing it. “I’m notifying the others and I don’t think these Knights are going to wait much longer!” Moments before the Forerunner constructs could pounce, the Spartan dove into the portal’s center and her world went black and the machine shut off.

---

She could feel her body being spun this way and that. Her skin being tugged hard off her bones as she fell end over end. Or so it seemed.

Auri’s shields flared up as an unknown source drained the batteries until they cracked and died for a few seconds, the annoying alarm blaring right in her ear. Her equilibrium was way off and it felt as though she remained within the portal network for far longer than before although she couldn’t tell how much time had passed since she had taken the plunge.

Without warning, a hole suddenly opened up and spat her out into the dirt rather unceremoniously. The Spartan rolled to a stop, head spinning violently and she swallowed down the urge to throw up. Any attempt at getting to her feet were met with major protest as her vision swam sickeningly. Shutting her eyes tightly against the light filtering through her faceplate, the commander took in a few slow, deep breaths before rising up to her knees carefully. Her stomach was still her throat and her head throbbed something awful but she was alive and surprisingly in one piece. A few meters away from her, the portal floated and seemed to shudder. Had the Spartan not been paying attention, she wouldn’t have caught that slight waver that indicated something was off.

“Okay, good. You’re alright,” came her AI’s soft voice. “We may have a tail. Prometheans may have followed us and… I don’t think that portal is going to last much longer. We need to get clear of the blast radius and into cover.” Noesis sounded almost distracted and for a second, the Four couldn’t pin down what had caught her attention.

“Great… You don’t have to tell me twice,” Auri replied, turned around to get moving and stopped.

Oh.

That’s why.

They weren’t on Requiem anymore.

[thesunsethour]

House MD and the use of the word ‘miserable’ (S2)

[S1 stats here]

‘Miserable’ total mentions: 28

‘Miserable’ mentions by House: 9

‘Miserable’ mentions by Wilson: 8

‘Miserable’ mentions by Foreman: 4

‘Miserable’ mentions by patients/families: 3

‘Miserable’ mentions by Cuddy: 2

‘Miserable’ mentions by Chase: 1

‘Miserable’ mentions by Cameron: 1

Times someone accuses House of being miserable: 13 - (6 from Wilson / 3 from patients / 2 from House’s subconscious / 1 from Cuddy / 1 from Foreman)

Full quotes:

2.01

Chase to House: “I assume you have a reason beyond wanting to make me completely miserable?”

2.05

Wilson to Cuddy about House's father : “You know what I figure is worse than watching your son become crippled? Watching him be miserable.”

2.06

House to Wilson about Stacy: “She’s miserable with Mark because he’s not me. So, she’s gotta make me not me, so she makes my professional life miserable…”

2.07

House to Stacy: “Sorry you were miserable.”

Cameron to patient: “This is about your lonely, miserable life.”

Patient to Cameron: “I’m not miserable. And as long as there’s a gay bar around, I’m never lonely.”

2.09

Foreman to Cuddy: “You chose me to make House miserable, didn’t you?”

Cuddy to Foreman: “Apparently, he’s making you miserable. That’s impressive.”

Foreman to Cuddy: “I only did that stuff to prove that he couldn’t make me miserable.”

2.11

Foreman to House: “Cuddy just put me here to make you miserable. Another two days, you can go back to making yourself miserable.”

Wilson to House about Stacy: “This was no great sacrifice! You sent her away because you’ve got to be miserable.”

Wilson to House: “Being miserable doesn’t make you better than anyone else, House. It just makes you miserable.”

2.12

Cuddy to House: “To annoy me, or maybe because you’re miserable, or because you want to self-destruct. Pick one.”

2.13

Wilson to House: “It’s not cancer. You seem to be back to your old, miserable self.”

2.15

House to ducklings: “A hundred bucks says they’re as miserable as the next couple.”

2.16

Wilson to House: “Yeah, that’s why you’re making me miserable.”

Wilson to House: “You’re miserable, and you’re lonely, and you’re going to trap me here to keep me every bit as miserable and lonely too.”

House to Wilson: “I did not make you miserable.”

Patient’s father to House: “You sick, miserable –”

2.22

House to Foreman: “I need you kicking ass here to be all that lets you rise above being miserable.”

2.23

House’s old friend to House: “If you’re right, I’ll be miserable, and if I’m right, I’ll hate myself because I didn’t trust her!”

House to ducklings: “Here’s how to become a great artist. First, get miserable.”

2.24

House's hallucination to House: “And even if I’m wrong, you’re still miserable.”

House's hallucination to House: “You’re miserable for nothing. I don’t know why you’d want to live.”

[coriander-candlesticks]

Note to self: word prayers better when doing divinatory sessions

I think I've mentioned this before, but I do yes/no stone pulls on Sundays to ask for guidance about maintaining my health re: my commute because it's 2-2.5 hours each way via public transit if everything runs on time. It's rough on me in multiple ways and can lead to even more migraines than usual or being too fatigued to work at all, and it can be difficult to tell whether I'll have the spoons to go in person.

This past Sunday I was exhausted & stressed because of, you know, the horrors, and said my initial prayer a little differently than I usually do. I still invoked Apollo and Hermes as always, as both of them cover divination by lots, Apollo's domain covers health & disease, and he's the one I turn to for divination by default.

Now, the vast majority of the guidance and lessons Apollo has given have had to do with recognizing my physical & mental limits, especially around this issue. The answers I was getting this time around were...odd but not quite in the way they have been with just dud pulls, so I started asking clarifying questions to figure out what was going on. After a few - establishing that there was a reason for the answers but it wasn't a test or punishment or Apollo messing with me (which would have been. odd) - I realized that while I'd invoked Hermes as a god of divination by lots alongside Apollo, I had not explicitly asked him to act as a messenger and aid in communication this time around, nor had I asked Apollo to guide the divination session with the wording I usually use.

I think you can see where I'm going with this.

I re-said the prayer (correctly this time) and confirmed that it was, in fact, Hermes at first while re-doing the initial set of questions (which were much more consistent in the usual way), as well as confirming that the issue was the prayer wording. Lesson learned lol

[dullahandyke]

'if youre looking to be secure, MFA is best' shut up + dont speak to me again + rot in hell + fuck you + fuck you again + let me turn it off or i crush you and your family with my psychic powers.

[begaydodrughailsatan]

NOTHING feels as good as when my mom gives me her computer thats not working and i fix it in like 3 minutes and get to use big words she doesn't know to tell her what was wrong

[toytulini]

insane how ppl casually bring up their families or significant others or whatever tracking their location via life360 or whatever else like its just normal and then if I'm weirded out by how creepy that is on multiple levels im the insane luddite or whatever

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

No one:

Me: Okay, but what if their relationship has nothing to do with Sonic and Tails? What if Metal literatally just saw Eggman working on Tails Doll and assumed without proof that they were created for him? What if Metal quite literally attached to Tails Doll through this assumption and then their partnership progressed naturally? What if the inorganic creations fell in love as an unorthodox power couple and just so happened to resemble a famous partnership?

[muninnhuginn]

having to make myself just pull back a second and go for "simplest explanation that fits all the facts and isn't accidentally inferring beyond the facts we do have".

[vulpinesaint]

lore star trek character of all time btw. he's just like me for real

[advestager]

A/I STAN IN THE DASH. I REPEAT A/I STAN GOT THROUGH MY FILTERS INTO THE FUCKIN DASH THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[izzypaw]

debating taking easier classes next semester so i can draw more...

[fazcinatingblog]

One night was washed out with heavy rain, the next night was too dangerous, and now the hurricanes decide to just pack it all in for not much???? Big bash is dead.