You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
Or when you get so into the book and so angry with a certain character that you throw the book across the room and pace back and forth for a few minutes before rescuing the book from where it landed and apologizing fervently to it.
That’s my favorite part of reading
Teddy Lupin casting a patronus and everyone starts freaking out bc hOLY SHIT IS THAT A WEREWOLF
but the only thing Teddy feels is the comfort of knowing that his father is still there, protecting him
me everytime a character in a movie has to get a few drops of their blood for some ritual bullshit (via jtoday)
WHILE WE’RE AT IT, why do people try to cross those skinny bridges over lava/chasms/whatever by walking upright. IT’S CALLED CENTER OF GRAVITY. get on your hands and knees and crawl across that thing. HUG IT. SCOOT YOUR BUTT ACROSS. “but i look stupid!” lalalala but we’ll avoid that ~dramatic moment~ where you almost fall over and die because your damn fucking self wanted to look COOL
and stop yanking IV lines out of your arms the minute you wake up in the hospital
That is a broadsword, why are you fencing with it
There is a freaking door right there. Stop smashing through windows, damn it.
yes, mr. action hero, I am aware that running dramatically from the baddies at breakneck speed is important, but know what else is important? NOT GETTING SHOT. RUN IN A FUCKING ZIGZAG PATTERN ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT THE MOOKS WERE NOT COACHED IN MARKSMANSHIP BY THE IMPERIAL STORMTROOPERS.
Oh, hey, you there, sneaky hero-type breaking into any place for any reason? WEAR SOME FUCKING GLOVES. They’re called fingerprints, dumbass. You have them and you’re putting them all over the fucking place.
If something really fucking huge is falling on you, don’t FUCKING RUN ALONG THE LENGTH JUST TAKE LIKE TWO FUCKING STEPS TO THE SIDE
Guaranteed basic income to every citizen, whether or not they are employed to ensure their survival and that they live in a dignified, humane way, preventing poverty, illness, homelessness, reducing crime, encouraging higher education and learning vocations as well as helping society become more prosperous as a whole.
Wow. Forget raising the minimum wage. This is much much better idea.
The minimum wage could actually drop if we had basic income.
But Americans would never go for it. Miserably slogging through 12 hour days and having businesses open 24/7 is too engrained in our culture.
"BUT WHERE WILL THE GOVERNMENT GET THE MONEY?" screamed Joe Schmoe, slamming a meaty fist onto the table and getting mouth-froth all over the front of his greying tank top. "You libt*rds all think money grows on TREES!! HAHA!"
"But where will people get the incentive to work?!" Mindy Bindy cried, flapping her hands in front of her face. She’d had a fear of the unemployed lollygagging about ever since she was a child and her mother told her to be afraid of the unemployed lollygagging about. "You think people should get paid for nothing? I work hard for my money!”
"But who will serve me?" grumbled Marty McMoneybags. "Who will make me feel important? Who will do my laundry and cook my food and stand in front of me wearing a plastic smile while I take out all my stress—because I do have a lot of stress, you know, being this rich is stressful—on them?” He paused and straightened out the piles of hundred dollar bills on the desk in front of him, then raised his two watery, outraged eyes up to the Heavens. “Lord, if there are no poor people, how will I know that I’m rich??”
I laughed. This is perfect! Well said!
The thing is, while I’m sure you could scrape up a few people who’d be willing to just float by on a guaranteed minimum income? For most people the choice to work would be a no-brainer. “Hmmm. I can get by on 33k a year, or I can take that part time job and make 48k… enough to move to a better apartment, maybe take the family on vacation. Sold.” Hell, most people would want to work simply because it gives one a sense of dignity and something to do with one’s time. (Speaking as someone who’s been unemployed, on extended sick leave, etc. in her time, the boredom and sense of isolation that comes with not having a job is almost as bad as the humiliation of having to depend on other people for one’s survival.)
And with this system, part-time jobs and “non-skilled” jobs would be much more readily available because nobody would need to work two or three jobs just to stay afloat!
Which would ALSO mean that employers and customers couldn’t shamelessly exploit employees the way they can today, because if losing a job weren’t necessarily a financial disaster, more people would be willing to walk out on jobs where they weren’t being treated with dignity.
And if this also applies to students (and it should) then student loans would become much less of a problem, and fewer people would flunk out of school because of having to juggle studies and work.
Far fewer people would be forced to stay with abusive partners, parents or roommates because they couldn’t afford to move out.
And the thing is, all those people who suddenly had money? They’d be spending it. They’d be getting all the stuff they can’t afford now - new clothes, books, toys, locally-produced food, car repairs - and with each purchase money would flow BACK to the government, because VAT, also income tax.
The unemployed and/or disabled wouldn’t need special support any more - which would also mean the government could fire however many admins who are currently engaged in humiliating - *cough* making sure those people aren’t getting money they don’t deserve. Same for medical benefits and pensions. And I’m no legal scholar, but I somehow imagine less financial desperation would lead to less petty crime, and hence less need for police and security everywhere?
TL;DR Doomie thinks this is a good idea, laughs at those who protest.
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They tried something like this out in Canada as a sort of social experiment, called Mincome. What they found was that, on the whole, people continued to work about as much as they did before. Only new mothers and teenagers worked substantially less hours.
But wait, there’s more. Because parents were spending just a little more time at home and involved with their families, test scores increased. Because teens didn’t have to work to support their families, drop-out rates decreased. Crime rates, hospital visits, psychiatric hospitalizations and domestic abuse rates all dropped, as well. More adults pursued higher education. Those who continued to work reported more job flexibility and more opportunity to choose employment they preferred.
Basically, now you can go prove to your asshole family members that society won’t collapse without poor people for you to feel better than.
Somewhere a rocket scientist brain surgeon physicist with a knack for economics who wears Velcro shoes is having a stress breakdown.
When I was a professional ballroom dance instructor, one of my coworkers was having a tough time teaching a step to her student. As he gets more frustrated she tells him “it’s ok- you’ll get it- this isn’t rocket science.”
There is an awkward pause as her student stares back at her.
"No" he agrees, "this isn’t rocket science. That I can do. This is some sadistic step designed specifically to torture rocket scientists.”
And that’s how we found out he worked for NASA.
"So nobody is allowed to oppose [the bondsmagi] at all?"
"Oh, you can oppose them, all right. You can try to fight back, for what it’s worth when one of them is against you. But if you go as far as killing one, well, it’s just not worth it. Suicide would be preferable; at least then they wouldn’t kill everyone you ever loved or befriended."
"Yes." Chains shook his head. "Sorcery’s impressive enough, but it’s their fucking attitude that makes them such a pain.”"
Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora
The Karthaini bondsmagi are such a good example of why I keep reading fantasy: the hope that, every so often, someone will come up with a new spin or a way to make some standard piece of the fantasy architecture come to life in a new and interesting way. Like, say, a guild of magicians who do will actually obliterate your life if you cross them.
I also really appreciate it when characters are allowed to let themselves go and be as nasty ruthless as possible. So much of the fantasy I read seems to be sugar-coated on some level and I for one am looking the hell forward to putting as much space between myself today and myself as the teenager who read about virtuous princesses and sweet, wise talking animals with purple eyes. They’re still cute and fun and all, but…some days you just need someone getting all their fingers cut off. You know?
Ok, friends, have a seat. I wanna school you on a thing.
Do you recognize this kickass lady, here? It’s ok if you don’t. That’s why we’re having this talk. This adorbs vision is none other than the freaking fabulous Maurissa Tancharoen, writer, producer, and fucking showrunner for Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD.
Y’all like Agents of SHIELD, right? Like all that snappy dialogue? Those great characters? Mo Tancharoen is who you should be thanking. Yeah, I know we’ve got the Whedon name slapped all over everything, and yeah that ups the numbers. But, y’all, Joss fucked off to go work on Avengers 2. This bonafide badass is who he left flying the quinjet.
Oh, did you see Doctor Horrible’s Sing-along Blog? Yeah, a lot of that was her, too. And Much Ado About Nothing? That eerie, gorgeous soundtrack? Also her. Were you one of those folks, like me, who thought Dollhouse was genius and really could have been something amazing? Guess who ran the show on that one.
Oh yeah, and she worked on the Avengers script, too. Also those Spartacus series on STARZ that apparently a lot of people liked.
Basically, Mo Tancharoen is a goddess of geek media, and, y’know, Asian-American with Thai roots. So she is an extra hardcore WoC getting shit done.
So when you talk about AoS - the good and the bad, the writing, the story arcs, and all the other shit we flail about - there is no fucking reason to bring Joss into it unless you’re talking about how this glorious queen’s contributions are erased and overshadowed by this white dude.
Maurissa Tancharoen, friends. Now you know.
Artist Peter Cook, grew this living garden chair using tree shaping methods, primarily training a living tree through constricting the direction of branch growth. The chair took about eight years to grow.
he’s wearing crocs
He grew a tree into a chair. He can wear whatever the fuck he wants.