worst part about the Internet is knowing that there are finally people who both match and complement your freak. the nearest one is 2,318.4 miles away and your time zones are awkward
After two weeks on methotrexate and a severely limited diet that cut out almost all fruits, vegetables, and grains (to avoid all folate and folic acid), I’m finally down to non-pregnant levels and have been cleared to eat normally!
plutarch’s character is so intriguing and complicated. how he has been gunning for the rebellion since the beginning and questioning haymitch and the other tributes, the districts as a whole, why they don’t take a stand. fight back, rebel, because they outnumber the capitol.
but he’s also saying these things from a position of safety, of power. he doesn’t know what it’s like to be in the districts. and yes, there’s not much he can do to help, he has to wait until he’s gone up the ranks, can manipulate the games to free the tributes, jump start the rebellion.
but throughout all that, his character still throws me cause how did he feel when all those children died in his games? was he guilt ridden that he helped orchestrate their deaths? or did he convince himself that it was necessary, that they needed time to organize the rebellion?
i feel like i need a whole book about plutarch heavensbee and how his character grew, changed, evolved, over time.
My interpretation is he comes at rebellion as a very intellectual moral approach, but detached - like the reader he is. He’s already a little removed from everything, and he also has to further compartmentalize empathy to survive and stay in the game. But he definitely feels a certain amount of self loathing about his part in the horrors of the game (“I’m no one’s idea of a hero”), even if he does believe the ends justify the means.
Guy’s born to be an ivory tower tenured philosophy professor, forced to be a rebel in his weird little way.
Tonight House Republicans voted 217 to 215 for a budget that’ll take $1 TRILLION dollars from Medicaid, attack food benefits for kids, hurt seniors and vets.
but I don’t want to talk about that, I want to talk about these two Democratic members of Congress you’ve never ever heard of.
Congressman Mullin had knee surgery that didn’t go well, two surgeries, a life threatening blood clot and a week long stay in the hospital, and the moment he was discharged from the hospital he got on a five hour flight to DC to vote against the Republicans evil budget, using a walker to get to the floor of the House
Congresswoman Pettersen gave birth to her son Sam, in the picture, exactly one month ago on January 25th. They flew from Colorado to DC after Republicans refused to allow her to vote by proxy after having a baby. Congresswoman Pettersen took Sam onto the floor of the House to vote to protect the Health care of 400,000 Colorado kids.
why talk about this? because so much of the conversion is about telling people there’s no one good, no one worthy, no one fighting. I promise you there are people undergoing personal hardship to do the right thing.
Snide holier than thou commenters/rebloggers who think now is the time for ideological litmus testing will be blocked. Anyone standing up against the MAGA agenda has my respect.
Older people have made up the bulk of many protests for ages now, since they have the free time to participate, but every single time people act shocked and go “whoa, the BOOMERS have woken up?” bc internet memes convinced them everyone older than 55 was a monolith of conservatism. Something that was never ever the case
I think it would be really funny if it turned out that the real reason Alistair didn’t need lyrium to use “templar” powers in DAO was bc he was a weak mage. Everyone secretly just assumes it’s bc of his freaky Theirin dragon blood until he meets Surana, which goes something like this:
Alistair, oblivious: It’s really hard, but you can totally use templar powers without lyrium! You just have to pull from the reserve inside of you :3
My favourite harmless prank I’ve heard of was done by this girl whose dad was a geologist, and they’d go on day hikes with his geologist friends/co-workers and when she got bored on them she’d habitually pick up a random rock and go ask him what it is, and one of them would explain what kind of a rock that is, how it probably got here, and usually some notions of the more unusual features the rock had, if any.
And she had a friend who had once gone on a tourist trip to Iceland and brought back a volcanic rock. So she borrowed the rock and took it with her on the hike, and after two randomly picked up “hey dad what rock is this”, she presented the volcanic rock, in the same fashion as all the others.
3 minutes later there are five middle-aged and older men circled around this mysterious rock, all agreeing on what it is, but not why it is. They keep asking her questions, where did she find it? Were there any other rocks around there that looked like it? Was it like this on the ground? People walking past the group try to stretch their necks to see over the geologists’ shoulders to see what’s the source of such amazement.
And in the end she couldn’t take it anymore, burst into laughter and confessed. The geologists agree that it was pretty clever.
