A moonbow is a rainbow caused by moonlight. It’s a bit fainter than an actual rainbow. Moonbows are rare because moonlight is not very bright. A bright full moon is needed & it must be raining opposite the moon. The sky must be dark and the moon must be less than 42º high. (Source) (You may also like: 360 degree rainbows)
i love it when im rereading a story and i find these little breadcrumbs of foreshadowing the author left. everytime im like “ohoho!!!! i wouldve gotten that before if i had the big picture!!! and now i do!!! delightful!!!” and idk i just love being able to read the same story twice but have two different experiences. i like when a story has so many layers that it can keep you entertained for a long time as you unravel all its secret nooks and crannies. thats a good story.
also this needs to be said, but if you’re nonblack and you are co-opting off of the blm movement but you are shit to black people in real life, fandom, online, etc., then you are still anti-black. i say this in light of the fact that there are some people who have histories of ignoring black people and being anti-black, but when it comes to making themselves look like they care and good people, they’ll re-share hashtags, protest, posts stuff, boost voices of black activists, and that’s good and all. but if in your current life/situation you invalidate racism black people face in their lives (whether it be irl, fandom, social media, ETC.), or go out of your way to ignore or make their lives difficult, then you are still antiblack and your activism is performative. black lives matter and that includes respecting black people who call out your racism. if you’ve ever partaken in invalidating or ignoring a black person’s claim or accusations of racism, and you haven’t made amends or you’ve been called out for racism by a black person, or invalidated a black persons experience of racism (again, irl, social media, fandom, etc.) then you are still antiblack and you need to start working on dismanlting racism and anti-blackness with yourself before you try to co-opt on the tragedy of black people.
like all that activism means absolutely NOTHING if you mistreat black people in your everyday lives.
when an author sets up a narrative choice where all the options are scary and bad and the protagonist chooses kindness and it changes everything because it opens doors that shouldn’t be possible and every single time i go FERAL
how dull for you to live your life without any hills to die on, you, on your vast flat barren plains of compromise, acceptance, and accommodation, while I reign supreme over the lush, rolling highlands of stupid shit I have irrationally chosen to stake my entire identity on
….as someone who was terrified of having their own opinion, this is truly inspiring
the hills are alive with all the fucks i give on select topics
What if the fear everyone is feeling in the Eyepocalypse continues even after the world is back to normal? What if everyone can’t remember exactly what happened, but they know something happened? What if this feeling, felt by billions of people all around the Earth solidifies?
What if the Extinction manifests after all is back to what it was before, born out of the collection of everyone’s fear?
#it's like i said like 2 days ago - I'm scared of this fandom akkskdkdnf #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #I'll be thinking about this a lot
I haven’t been having many Thoughts lately that can be put into a post, but re: 174 I just need to say how proud I am of our boy Jon.
This is a man who has consistently tried to do good, only to have it thrown back in his face in catastrophic ways every time. Who, after being manipulated and used and hurt over and over, was given godlike power and the ability to go all avenging angel on everyone who ever hurt him, and for a little while? He did! And he liked it! And it would be so easy and even understandable to let himself keep sliding further into that. To just give in to how good it feels.
But instead, he stopped and said “no, this isn’t fixing anything and I don’t like who I am when I do this. I don’t want to become this.” He chose, on his own, in a world where he has no incentive to do so and plenty of justification otherwise, to try to be a good person in his own eyes one more time. Because it’s what he wants and that matters. And I’m so proud of him. I love Jon so much, y’all.
#:'))))))))))))) #not to be too mahtin on main but jonathan sims has my entire fucking heart you know #the magnus archives
• Downloading, and distribution of PDF files would be illegal, as well as photocopying books.
• Downloading files for academic investigations would become illegal.
• English, robotics, and engineering workshops would become illegal.
• Costs in education would increase.
That last one is particularly important because sadly, Mexico doesn’t have a great public education system, thus, many people have to enroll into private schools and most of them are very very expensive. Sadly almost half of the population here lives in poverty, in consequence many children aren’t able to go to public schools. let alone costly private schools.
• Amongst the things that would turn illegal too, would be electronic repairing businesses, and only those businesses with authorized licenses could work.
• It would be illegal to add components to electronic devices, such as RAM memories, better processors, amongst others, regardless of the fact that said components were bought legally.
• Maintenance costs would increase as it would be illegal to fix your own electronic devices, even if it’s just a small touch up.
If things weren’t already bad, the way we use the internet would be affected.
• Access to internet would become more expensive, new taxes would be added to platforms as well as media.
• Internet providing services could block the access to downloading images, music, videos, books, pretty much any content that could be found on the internet, including memes.
And last but not least.
“If someone points out any post or publication that violates authors rights, said post or publication must be hidden, eliminated, or disabled without previous notice, proof, or any jurisdictional order coming from the internet provider (…)”
Thus anyone, corporations and organizations, could demand for anything to be deleted and there wouldn’t be any reason to stop them as they would protect themselves with alleged authors right accusations.
Overall, our government looks forward to silencing us, keeping us quiet and not allowing us of freedom of speech.
This can have awful consequences, as we would be silenced for expressing our political views and content would be manipulated to fit a certain political narrative.
369 votes were given in favor to this law, 0 against it and 1 abstention.
I am asking for everyone out there to please share this. My future and many others would be greatly affected by this law, many people could lose their jobs and fall deeper into the ever growing line of poverty that Mexico has.
We can’t allow for the government to keep us silenced and censored.
The original post comes from @/hiimnotlara on instagram.
Holy shit. I have ALWAYS thought the people around me were being unconscionably intrusive and power-playing in their starter conversations and they told me I was antisocial and oblivious to culture norms. Turns out, maybe I’m just from a different culture.
When I met my fiance’s African-American stepfather, things did not
start well. Stumbling for some way to start a conversation with a man
whose life was unlike mine in almost every respect, I asked “So, what do
you do for a living?”.
He looked down at his shoes and said quietly “Well, I’m unemployed”.
At the time I cringed inwardly and recognized that I had committed a
terrible social gaffe which seemed to scream “Hey prospective in-law,
since I am probably going to be a member of your family real soon, I
thought I would let you know up front that I am a completely insensitive
jackass”. But I felt even worse years later when I came to appreciate
the racial dimension of how I had humiliated my stepfather-in-law to be.
For that painful but necessary bit of knowledge I owe a white friend
who throughout her childhood attended Chicago schools in a majority
Black district. She passed along a marvelous book that helped her make
sense of her own inter-racial experiences. It was Kochman’s Black and White Styles in Conflict,
and it had a lasting effect on me. One of the many things I learned
from this anthropological treasure trove of a book is how race affects
the personal questions we feel entitled to ask and the answers we
receive in response.
My question to my stepfather was at the level of content a simple
conversation starter (albeit a completely failed one). But at the level
of process, it was an expression of power. Kochman’s book sensitized me
to middle class whites’ tendency to ask personal questions without first
considering whether they have a right to know the personal details of
someone else’s life. When we ask someone what they do for a living for
example, we are also asking for at least partial information on their
income, their status in the class hierarchy and their perceived
importance in the world. Unbidden, that question can be quite an
invasion. The presumption that one is entitled to such information is
rarely made explicit, but that doesn’t prevent it from forcing other
people to make a painful choice: Disclose something they want to keep
secret or flatly refuse to answer (which oddly enough usually makes
them, rather than the questioner, look rude).
Kochman’s book taught me a new word, which describes an indirect
conversational technique he studied in urban Black communities:
“signifying”. He gives the example (as I recall it, 25 years on) of a
marriage-minded black woman who is dating a man who pays for everything
on their very nice dates. She wonders if he has a good job. But instead
of grilling him with “So what do you do for a living?”, she signifies
“Whatever oil well you own, I hope it keeps pumping!”.
Her signifying in this way is a sensitive, respectful method to raise
the issue she wants to know about because unlike my entitled direct
question it keeps the control under the person whose personal
information is of interest. Her comment could be reasonably responded to
by her date as a funny joke, a bit of flirtation, or a wish for good
luck. But of course it also shows that if the man freely chooses
to reveal something like “Things look good for me financially: I’m a
certified public accountant at a big, stable firm”, he can do so and
know she will be interested.
Since reading Kochman’s book, I have never again directly asked
anyone what they do for a living. Instead my line is “So how do you
spend your time?”. Some people (particularly middle class white people)
choose to answer that question in the bog standard way by describing
their job. But other people choose to tell me about the compelling novel
they are reading, what they enjoy about being a parent, the medical
treatment they are getting for their bad back, whatever. Any of those
answers flow just as smoothly from the signification in a way they
wouldn’t from a direct question about their vocation.
From the perspective of ameliorating all the racial pain in the
world, this change in my behavior is a grain of sand in the Sahara. But I
pass this experience along nonetheless, for two reasons. First, very
generally, if any of us human beings can easily engage in small
kindnesses, we should. Second, specific to race, if those of us who have
more power can learn to refrain from using it to harm people in any way
– major or minor — we should do that too.
ive been fixating on the line “I think our experience of the universe has value. Even if it disappears forever.” since i finished 162 because it so well embodies how i feel about All This
like. ok. tim, sasha, gertrude, gerry, theyre all gone. theyre dead and nothing will bring them back. the loss of them was undoubtedly, impossibly tragic.
but these tapes show them, alive, existing as they did, they laughed, they were loved, they loved back! these peoples lives happened and each was entirely their own from start to finish. they all existed individually, together, and the value of that existence cannot be changed or removed by anyone. there are still people around to remember them, but even when those memories are gone, the fact their lives happened cant be changed
Yesterday at work these two 12yo boys came through my line and i’m instantly like. oh Boy. Because solo children at a grocery store are always forces of chaos, good or bad
But thankfully these ones were totally pleasant, and when i asked if they wanted a receipt one of them pulled out a random fuckin receipt from his bag and asked “Do YOU???” and y’all, i lost my shit… What a power move. When will i ever be this funny
you can never please everybody. when you stand up for yourself, there will be people who think you’re overreacting or being a jerk. when you try your best to be kind to everyone you meet, there will be people who think you’re being fake or that you desperately want to be liked. you won’t ever be able to be the best version of yourself if you live for other people, because that ‘best version’ is entirely subjective and therefore impossible to embody. be your personal best, your personal favorite, and you’ll attract people who will see you that way as well.
GOD. I just saw someone say that they think Elias is already dead and HOLY SHIT. I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. Jon and Martin push and force their way through 14 domains of actual literal hell to confront him but when they reach the panopticon it’s already too late for them to exact their well-deserved revenge. Like, SHIT. I can already imagine the shock and confusion in both of their voices to an Elias-less panopticon.
And I don’t know what would be worse, Elias not being there at all, his corpse on the throne, or Annabelle where he should have sat.
may i suggest an alternative?
elias is not there, and the archivist has been the ceaseless watcher all along.
#how does this fandom just. come up with the most horrifying takes just like that #the magnus archives