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DP-only WIP based loosely off this dcxdp prompt where Danny unknowingly builds his own grave.
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That's all it is, really. A stupid little sticker.
Jazz gives it to him as a joke. He did the dishes unprompted, so she gave him a gold star sticker—one of the ones she gives to the kids she tutors on Sundays and Thursdays.
Two rocks. Well, more like pebbles if Sam is to be believed.
"Bubba explained it to me." Sam's voice echoes into the trees as they walk leisurely through, "It's a Jewish tradition."
Sam brings him pebbles every now and then, Tucker switching to marbles he finds when he goes to the local game store soon after the first time.
Jazz buys him a giant jar to keep them in, with plenty of room for growth for years and years to come.
Or rather, the truth of it becomes unavoidable when he is finishing up his packing for college.
Dear doctor:
pls fight insurance. need migraine meds.
situation untenable. ability to use untenable not reflective of a good mental state–was ‘gifted’ kid and read many big fantasy books too young age.
also brain was cold? does not seem good. send info.
regards,
Halp Meh
gaydragonwizards asked:
if this is too heavy to answer that's totally fine and you don't have to but
how do you keep going when the world is as awful as it is? it's getting harder for me to find reasons to do that because the US government clearly doesn't want me to live and I can't go anywhere else because I'm broke and disabled and so I just feel trapped and I've been in tears about it for the last hour.
and you've had to deal with so much more health bullshit than I ever have but you keep going and I just... how?
thebibliosphere answered:
I hope this doesn’t come across as trite but in all sincerity: because I know there are other people out there fighting to keep folks like us alive because even though they don’t know us, probably won’t ever know us, they care for us anyway and want us to survive.
They might seem vanishingly few right now, but you need to remember, hatred is loud because it’s the only way these dipshits can be heard.
The people screaming the loudest right now? Are not in the majority. They are afraid of the progress that has been made over the last few decades and want to drag us back to a world where they feel in control. And to do that they need to be as loud and intimidating as possible because they are not the majority, they know they are not the majority, and that frightens them.
They’re playing a fascist game of chicken, hoping the rest of us will blink first, and I don’t pretend to know what’s going to happen. I won’t pretend I’m not terrified. That the things happening all over the world right now don’t feel hopeless and lost. But I refuse to blink first.
For myself. For you. For everyone.
And I take comfort in knowing I’m not the only one. I know I’m not. And I’m so incandescently furious at the state of the world right now that even just hearing some people speak makes my blood pressure spike so hard I syncope.
The last time I heard the vice president speak, my vision turned literally red then black and I woke up on the couch with a thudding headache and a heart doing its best to escape my rib cage.
But I pick myself up because I have no other choice, I take care of myself. I do what I can to avoid that level of overload. I avoid the news if I have to because there is a fine line at present between being informed and being overwhelmed. And then I go out of my way to be kind and help the people I can because it’s something I have control over and by god if I can make the world better for just one person, it’s worthwhile.
Take comfort in your people. Protect yourself and your community as best you can. Even if sometimes that means letting others comfort and take care of you for a bit.
I’m sorry you’re struggling so hard. But I promise you are not alone 💖
Your #1 assignment for the next four years is SURVIVE.
We can rewrite laws. We can re-appoint judges who are fair and just. We can rebuild property, transportation lines, education systems.
We can't re-alive people.
They want us all too frightened to act, too confused to concentrate, too outraged in too many directions to work together. Every instance of courage or cooperation or kindness is a victory. Every bit of confidence, every moment of calm, every instance of delight is a reminder that they don't control the world.
They're lashing out because they know that. They are brainweasels writ large - they can't actually win; they can just cause a lot of damage while they're losing.
Mitigate the damage where you can, and survive to make a better future. Hold on to hope.
And if you run out of hope - hold on to spite, because defiance and ferocity are also survival tools, and sometimes kindness is being able to say "yeah, it SUCKS" to someone who thought they were the only one who still cared.
However you do it, hold on until we can find each other and build the future we've been working for.
It takes so much effort just to exist right now.
Fiat 126 MiniMaxi, 1978, by Moretti. A buggy-type vehicle based on the rear-engined 126. The windshield is hinged to lie flat
I feel so ill today. I’ve been asleep most of the day to just manage exisiting. And there is at least a day of actual weather left and then a temp drop… I’m exhausted.
People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter
[The artist, putting a simple cake next to a much fancier one: “Aw man, that guy’s cake is way better than mine.” The Audience, gleefully holding up a knife and fork “HOLY SHIT! TWO CAKES!”]
“Holy shit two cakes,” I mutter to myself as I do fucking anything these days, this post was a godsend
ALTone of the best academic paper titles
for those who don't speak academia: "according to our MRI machine, dead fish can recognise human emotions. this suggests we probably should look at the results of our MRI machine a bit more carefully"
I hope everyone realises how incredibly important this dead fish study is. This was SO fucking important.
I still don’t understand
So basically, in the psych and social science fields, researchers would (I don't know if they still do this, I've been out of science for awhile) sling around MRIs like microbiolosts sling around metagenomic analyses. MRIs can measure a lot but people would use them to measure 'activity' in the brain which is like... it's basically the machine doing a fuckload of statistics on brain images of your blood vessels while you do or think about stuff. So you throw a dude in the machine and take a scan, then give him a piece of chocolate cake and throw him back in and the pleasure centres light up. Bam! Eating chocolate makes you happy, proven with MRI! Simple!
These tests get used for all kinds of stuff, and they get used by a lot of people who don't actually know what they're doing, how to interpret the data, or whether there's any real link between what they're measuring and what they're claiming. It's why you see shit going around like "men think of women as objects because when they look at a woman, the same part of their brain is active as when they look at a tool!" and "if you play Mozart for your baby for twenty minutes then their imagination improves, we imaged the brain to prove it!" and "we found where God is in the brain! Christians have more brain activity in this region than atheists!"
There are numerous problems with this kind of science, but the most pressing issue is the validity of the scans themselves. As I said, there's a fair bit of stats to turn an MRI image into 'brain activity', and then you do even more stats on that to get your results. Bennett et. al.'s work ran one of these sorts of experiments, with one difference -- they used a dead salmon instead of living human subjects. And they got positive results. The same sort of experiment, the same methodology, the same results that people were bandying about as positive results. According to the methodology in common use, dead salmon can distinguish human facial expressions. Meaning one of two things:
I cannot overstate just how many papers were completely fucking destroyed by this experiment. Entire careers of particularly lazy scientists were built on these sorts of experiments. A decent chunk of modern experimental neuropsychology was resting on it. Which shows that science is like everything else -- the best advances are motivated by spite.
Post hiding from tornados in the basement cuddles are needed.
