prompto-argendum:

batmanisagatewaydrug:

batmanisagatewaydrug:

casting Ricky Whittle as Shadow was actually a genius move because in American Gods, the novel, it gets a little grating how every woman Shadow meets wants to bone him, we get it, he’s very masculine and attractive with minimal effort, whatever. but in American Gods, the show, you’re looking at Ricky Whittle and like…. you can’t even question it. you’d do him. I’d do him. we’d all do him. Shadow’s universal bangability instantly makes sense when he’s Ricky Whittle. 

guys we have to stop reblogging this I’m getting really scared that Ricky Whittle will somehow see it and I’ll have to answer for my thirst

its true tho

okay but where are all the men who want to bang him

because uh

Obscure Angel Memes

gehayi:

warlockiing:

cosmicallybrownie:

  • [points to anything that isn’t an
    animal] that’s some good 6th day of creation shit
  • substituting curse words with
    words from dead languages
  • “Good job, Gabriel. “
  • arguing over which wing is more
    important to flight
  • “I can’t believe it’s not the Roman
    empire!”
  • God said let there be [anything
    that wasn’t included in the days of creation]
  • “Not Babylon again”
  • dinosaur bones in places they shouldn’t
    be
  • “it takes a village to raise the antichrist”
  • [playing Highway to Hell on a
    harp}
  • “Mount Vesuvius was a clerical
    error”
  • coming up with creative names for
    poisonous plants, then giving them to Michael as a new hair product
  • “Just because Jesus took a 3 day
    nap doesn’t mean you get one”
  • “I’ve got the body of a loaf of
    bread and enough alcohol in my veins to be called Jesus, too”
  • [anytime something bad happens] at
    least it’s not leprosy
  • the weekly game of “Worse Than
    Judas?”  that involves the angels
    competing to find the worst human alive

@swcrdiisms

You say “obscure angel memes.” I say “lines from Good Omens fanfic.”

Added for relevance

Of maps and territories 2: Right and wrong maps

[Part 1 is here]

In everyday situations of disagreement or confusion about the meaning of specific terms (which features of the territory they correspond to), people are usually quick to pull up everyone’s favorite online encyclopedia or a dictionary website (or even reach for an actual, physical dictionary, if they’re old-fashioned that way) to resolve the matter. It’s the adult equivalent of asking a teacher: consulting an entity widely accepted to have some kind of expertise on the issue at hand.

Continue reading “Of maps and territories 2: Right and wrong maps”

atalantapendrag:

atlas-prime:

pinchtheprincess:

cactustreemotel:

msdoublenegative:

sjw-proverbs:

girljanitor:

tacticalconscience:

Even if you don’t think vaccines and autism are related … these are some staggering numbers!

YES THESE NUMBERS ARE STAGGERING I WOULD ALSO POSIT THAT HAVE YOU CONSIDERED THESE IMAGES AND TEXT ALSO

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12/10 best response to this idiocy.

correlation does not equal causation dumbasses

Those are the best graphs ever.

I have seen similar posts, but this one has the best charts. 

“Is this mountain range affecting the murder rate?” Best response.

When ice cream sales rise, so do rates of drownings. This does not mean ice cream makes you drown.

slythwolf:

i wish people understood the context in which there were merchants selling animals inside the temple.

when the temple was still standing there were certain times in a jewish persons life where they were required to go there and make a certain sacrifice. if x happened to you, you had to sacrifice a dove, if you did y, you had to go sacrifice a lamb, this was an extremely elaborate tradition of sacrificial requirements. and certain things would be like “if he is too poor to afford to sacrifice a sheep for this he can do 2 doves instead” everything was spelled out and these were just. it was part of being jewish. certain things you did, certain things that happened to you or to your family, you went to the temple and made a sacrifice.

to sacrifice an animal to hashem it had to be perfect, and you had to own it yourself for your sacrifice to count. so rather than having everybody from all over traveling to the temple with like their 3 best oxen in tow to have the kohanim at the temple then say “yes you can sacrifice this one” or “no these all suck go back and get a better ox”. you had some dudes hanging out at the temple selling preapproved sacrificial animals. so that when i come in from 65 miles out of town after five or six days hard journey. i can just purchase one of them (the purchase is important, it means i own the animal) and sacrifice it. and you had money changers hanging out at the same location because if you were from far enough out of town you would literally use different coins back home than in jerusalem.

you cant just put that stuff outside the temple because theres not just endless room in front of the temple on the streets of jerusalem, and if you put it in another location in the city your out of towners arent going to know where it is.

so when yall are like “jesus cleansed the temple of the capitalists” you have to understand what he did was show up and out of nowhere, for no real reason, bust up the system that was allowing people to fulfill their religious obligations as jews even if they didnt live in town. and tbh to frame this as “jesus smiting the evil capitalists” with the history of how antisemitism frames jews and money…is less than great

wayward-sidekick:

wayward-sidekick:

so you see, humans evolved to be bipedal on account of how our ancestors transitioned from the forest environment to the savannah environment, and in the savannah environment bipedalism was more adaptive because it provides better thermoregulation and allows you to carry things, but most of all because bipedal locomotion is highly energy efficient and energy efficient locomotion would have been very strongly selected for on account of how time budgets are a limiting factor on home range which is a limiting factor on diet quality and breadth which is really quite important

my lecturers have been very clear and very insistent that bipedalism evolved first and then allowed tool use, tool use did not spur a transition to bipedalism, the fossil record is Clear On This Point

and what I do not understand is: if bipedalism is so completely wonderfully energy-efficient and optimal, why are there so few bipedal things? How come lions and gazelles and giraffes and buffalo aren’t bipedal? Why aren’t other savannah species selected for energy-efficient locomotion too?

I am sure there is a good explanation for this but my lecturers have still not provided it and I must know please god just somebody explain this to me or I will die of curiosity

Reasons Why We Have Bipedal Apes, But Not Bipedal Lions, According To My Biological Anthropology Supervisor:

You know when creationists talk about how an eye couldn’t possibly evolve gradually, because half an eye is useless and a waste of resources and worse than no eye at all?

They’re wrong about eyes; a single photoreceptor cell (usually just an evolutionary ‘tweak’ away from a regular epidermal cell with biochemistry that happened to be photosensitive) is actually useful and great, and more is better. If you imagine breaking a modern wing in half and attaching it to a bird, “half a wing is useless” sounds true, but it stops sounding true when you realise that halfway to a wing doesn’t look like a modern bird wing but broken in half, it looks like a slightly enlarged membrane between a limb and your body that gives you just an extra half second of glide time when you jump.

But there *are* adaptations in this class of things, where it’s great if you have full-blown X but shitty to have half-baked X. As you might imagine, they are quite rare, because as the creationists correctly observe, if half-X is maladaptive there is no path to arrive at X through gradual adaptation to an environment. And yet bipedalism is of this class. How?

Well, you wanna know what it looks like to have enough bipedal foot structure that you decide to go adventuring around in the savannah on two feet, but you haven’t got the pelvic structure to make it efficient yet? YOU CAN’T RUN. You are literally incapable of moving faster than a kind of slow awkward lope. Your back kills all the time because your bones are all pointed the wrong way and your back muscles are trying to keep you upright. Your ankle and leg bones take far more pounding than they were ever optimised before and occasionally shatter. You’re unbalanced and ungainly and frankly sort of pathetic, and at very high risk from predators (to repeat: RUN AWAY IS NOT AN AVAILABLE STRATEGY).

Why would anything go through a long gradual process of getting much shittier and then eventually getting better, since evolution can’t plan or foresee? WRONG QUESTION. Whoever told you evolution was a slow gradual constant drift was a dirty rotten liar, just like all your other teachers from when you were twelve. More commonly, evolution involves long periods of relative stability where the organism is pretty much as adapted to its niche as it’s going to get, and then something changes and there’s a very rapid response. Or it involves successful populations dispersing widely over a landscape, then becoming distinct reproducing populations which lost genetic contact with each other and diverging, and then there’s an environmental change and they reconnect and sometimes they happily interbreed and sometimes one of the divergent branches drives the others extinct and disperses itself widely and rinse and repeat.

What happened was, basically:

Hi we’re early hominins and we just love hanging around in trees and we’re proud to say we’ve been hanging around in trees now for a couple million years and we haven’t changed a bit, slightly bigger skulls aside, we’re basically just per- what the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE DID THE TREES GO?? WHY IS IT SUDDENLY SO DRY???? oh my God I can see nothing but grass and I am having to walk around on my hind legs all the FUCKING time and FUCK FUCK FUCK THAT’S A LION FUCK PANIC RED ALERT oh okay we’re bipedal now I guess, that was quick, oh well, all fine, carry on

Somehow we survived when a change in environment pushed us into a new ecological niche. The selection pressure was strong enough to make us acquire a really quite extensive range of mods to make bipedalism work, but not strong enough to make us dead.

Of course, “strong pressure to adapt somehow” doesn’t necessarily mean “strong pressure to adapt in this specific way we know is really good”. Early hominins who lived before the forest shrinkage have been shown to have a few bipedal adaptations. We weren’t sure what the hell they were doing with them, so we looked at chimps. Turns out chimps display short-distance carrying behavior – as in, picking up an object and carrying it. They don’t carry tools and can’t move far bipedally, but what they do do is pick up a valuable resource like a choice bit of prey and haul it off with them, away from the group of moneys fighting over the rest of the prey. So before the forests collapsed, there was a mild selection pressure to be able to use only your hind legs for a short stretch so that you could carry something in your arms, and when they collapsed, individuals good at that behavior were better at surviving the savannah and evolution just slammed its foot on the gas pedal until you get obligate bipeds.

So, a species that wasn’t forced into a rapid niche change like that, wouldn’t evolve an initially-painful thing like bipedalism. What about all the other species that made the same change as the same time as us? Eh, many went extinct, that happens a lot with ecological change, but the ones who survived didn’t do bipedalism.

Points to those who said it was about evolution having different starting points to build on, y’all were correct. No matter how awesome and efficient and optimal bipedalism is, evolution only cares about whether the next tiny step in some random direction increases or decreases how many offspring are produced. Evolution “looks” for the NEAREST solution that counts as a solution, not the best solution.

For a species of monkeys that were forced to spend less time in the forest and range wider and already had some variable locomotion abilities, evolution went for bipedalism. Bipedalism may have enabled the future awesomeness of humans with its efficiency and head stability and what have you, but evolution made it happen just because it was the local maxima – its awesomeness is a lucky side effect.

But where monkeys used short bursts of bipedal movements to carry things, another species might use something more convenient for them – say, a lion might pick up and carry things in its mouth, and if there was a selection pressure to be better at carrying the lions might end up with bigger mouths, but “become bipedal” is very unlikely because half bipedal is worse than no bipedal at all.

Basically, monkeys had the preconditions for bipedalism, nothing else did. (Note that this does not make monkeys special – the ancestor of any species with an unusual adaptation, from giraffes’ long necks to penguins’ Arctic-water-proofing feathers, was a thing that had the preconditions for that adaptation when nothing else did.)

Bipedalism didn’t happen because it was awesome, it became awesome because the range of adaptations it supports turned out to be a package that turned into, well, us.

…Notice that we are not actually the only bipedal species. Notice what they mean when they say things like, “Bipedalism leads to the ability to carry things leads to tool use leads to bigger brains”. On a naive reading, it means “bipedalism is a part of the tech tree and once you’ve bought it you can get hands optimised for holding tools”, and if it says this then you are right to be confused as to why perfectly good bipedal emus do not also have spears and control of fire.

When you realise that evolutionary studies is so full of ridiculously many caveats and preconditions that lecturers just omit them and assume you know they’re there, you start interpreting what they say more like, “In a species that already dabbled in just a tiny bit of bipedalism, bipedalism was the only way to go when the niche changed, it was way better for the new niche then the old way of locomotion, and given the likely presence of some proto-tool-like behaviors like throwing rocks or poking things with sticks, it created an adaptive opportunity to better fit this particular environment by improving on the tool behaviours using the new physiological advantages.”

Also god I learned a lot in that hour. Why does time spent *not* talking to biological anthropologists have to be a thing? Talking to biological anthropologists is the BEST.

Epistemic status: my recollection of a conversation an hour ago between me and an academic in this field, any misunderstandings are because I’m an undergrad who didn’t get what he was trying to say.

thequantumwritings:

thequantumqueer:

lovelyada:

dovewithscales:

studioprey:

writing-prompt-s:

Death offers a game for your life. You decide on D&D.

“I assume you’ve never played?” I asked.

The cloaked figure across from me shook their head slowly.

“Great,” I said. “I’ll be the DM. I’ll walk you through everything. First, character creation.”

Six hours later Death sat leaned over the table with a mountain dew in one hand and a D20 in the other. Their hood was thrown back to reveal a bleached grinning skull.

We were in the company of four infernals from the depths of the Abyss. I don’t remember which of us invited each of them. Turned out we had quite a few friends in common.

They rolled a one.

“Oohh, tough luck,” I said with a smile.

“Fuck. This is the best time I’ve had in centuries, but I really should get back to work,” they said reluctantly.

“Yeah…” One of the demons agreed. “I actually have a meeting with some senators in like an hour.”

“Same time next week?” Death asked.

“I’ll be here,” I agreed.

I suspected they knew before we started that this was a game that didn’t have to have an end and didn’t have a winner.

Just a little random inspiration.

https://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/ultimate_game.png

For those who don’t know, this xkcd strip was done as a memorial when Gary Gygax died.

They came back the next week, and the week after that. After a month of weekly sessions, Death pulled me aside.

“Hey,” he muttered, shuffling his skeletal feet a bit and rubbing his arm. “I don’t want to be That Guy, but this game does have an end, right? I’m having a blast, but this is still technically work for me, and I have to file reports, especially with all the loopholes I had to pull on to get a multi-session game approved in the first place.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure!” I told him. “There’s lots of ways for it to end. “Your characters could all die, we could finish the story we’re telling together, or our group could even just stop playing.”

Satisfied, he took his place at the table, but for months thereafter, he would cock his head at me every time I ended a session with excitement to play again. All I could do was shrug.

The weeks turned into months, turned into years, and Death stopped his reminders that our game, like everything else in the world, would eventually have to die. He told me, once, that he was determined to see this through to the end because my absurdly long game would make for a good story, but I think he had grown attached to his gnome cleric. Her magic was from the Life domain, and his grin always seemed just a touch wider every time he healed someone.

Half a decade after we began, my players were as seasoned as their level 20 characters, and I was running out of curveballs that would challenge them, so I wrote an end to the campaign. I spent months on it, carefully tying up every loose plot thread I could think of and giving all five members of the party the best resolution I could muster. Three of them got married to each other.

There were tears flowing from every eye that wasn’t an empty socket as I narrated their proverbial rides into the sunset, before finally I folded my screen, looked at each of them in turn, and said “The end. Death, you can take my soul now.”

He froze, and the demons around the table turned as one to stare at him.

Then, slowly, he cocked his head the same way he used to. “But you won,” he said. “The object of the game is to tell a story with your friends, and you did.”

“But so did you!” I cried! “And everyone knows that when Death wins a game, he gets your soul.”

Death’s grin spread wider than it ever had when he saved someone’s life in-game. “Didn’t you just finish pouring it into a game that you shared with me?”