Headcanon: General Hux drives like a lunatic if he’s piloting a speeder. Nothing fancy, nothing showy, not out of enjoyment either, just way WAY too fast. Starkiller Base is a big planet and sometimes you gotta get places and he just guns it. When he takes off he bumps into other speeders, nearly runs over troopers, and accelerates like a cannon. Nyoom. There he go. When he comes in to park he doesn’t slow down until the last possible second and veers into his spot, probably scraping the ground. He steps out and is completely unruffled, looking slightly pissed off as usual. Anyone else who accompanied him is kissing the sweet sweet earth and thanking the Force they lived.
Corollary headcanon: he freezes up when he has to pilot a spaceship and double-checks every safety precaution. No one understands why. The man is a paradox.
Not only is he way too fast, but when he has to deal with other people and speeders, he suffers from the most terrifying road rage. It’s gotten to the point where people are genuinely afraid to be in a vehicle with him. Basically [x]
Hux doesn’t even utter a sound during his bouts of road rage; he doesn’t have to. He’s a man possessed, grinning like a demon & totally fixated on whoever/whatever inspired his wrath.
Legend has it that, during his rise through the ranks, several of Hux’s commanding officers had the distinct misfortune of being on the business end of his speeder. Furthermore, when asked about this by an upstart officer, Hux simply gave a brief, yet detailed, lesson on human anatomy & its woeful inability to withstand various forces; to wit, “if I struck you with my speeder, Thompson, your body would rupture explosively & there wouldn’t be enough gore left to fill a canteen in which to bury you.”
What can be confirmed, however, is the number of speeders that the general’s put out of commission. One speeder’s engine spontaneously combusted before Hux could even start it up, & many believe that it died of fright at the prospect of being piloted by General Hux.
It’s become a rite of passage for ‘troopers to accompany Hux on speeder-rides across the base; those that can complete the journey without soiling themselves or bawling for their Captain are hailed & revered as Champions.
Omg I’m crying 😂
Hux is terrifying
it’s time to reveal that the corollary headcanon has something to do with how I wrote his mother’s death
edit: wait wait actually the whole headcanon is about his maternal line I forgot that part
I mean if something goes wrong in a spaceship you’re fucked. Unlike a speeder what is outside the vehicle (space) can and will kill you. I’d be scared of something going wrong too.
I imagine you can absolutely die crashing a speeder but I understand why space would be more dire
it doesn’t change the headcanon-canon explanation, as I said, so I’d classify your addition as a headcanon headcanon
I love having a therapist who is also a millennial because we communicate so fucking well like today she called something “so meta” like folks if you’re considering going to therapy I highly recommend the training clinic at your nearest university because those grad students have been the best therapist I’ve ever had and they always have a sliding pay scale and I literally pay nothing because I make less than 10,000 a year and get fantastic mental health care
As a millennial grad student therapist, I wish more people knew that free or low-cost, up-to-date treatment from closely supervised, highly motivated individuals may be readily available to them. If you’re looking for a training clinic, this website is a good place to start, but also googling “[your city] psychology training clinic” or “psychology training clinic near me” works. Any university with graduate programs in clinical or counseling psychology should have an associated clinic, often separate from their on-campus health/counseling centers (which are another good, typically free resource for anyone enrolled there).
It’s important to note that student therapists will usually leave after a year or so to continue their training at other sites, which can be difficult for individuals looking for long-term treatment. But if you’re in need of something shorter-term (which most of the empirically supported treatments for problems with mood, anxiety, phobias, and substance use are designed to be), or if you just want someone to talk to during a difficult time, your local training clinic might be just the thing!
If you’re in the Bay area and you can manage it, check out CHAC in Mountain View. It’s a community health center that provides therapy services, one on one with training or skilled therapists based on what you can afford and are comfortable with, and subject based group therapy, for adults and children alike. They’re familiar and comfortable with LGBT+ individuals and they’re all really. REALLY. Nice
i think you’re lowballing the furry art amount tbh
I’m sorry for the inaccuracies, Doctor Yiff
no matter how I respond to this I don’t look good, well played. i walked right into that
Well, furry artists are typically more competent and courteous than your average doctor, so I can see that.
Did you just legitimately tell me that a person who draws wolf ass is more competent than a dude who spent 8+ years in a university to give you your lung transplant?
doctors are bullshit and furry artists perform an infinitely more valuable service to society compared to them
You will die in 7 days
It took doctor’s like 10 years to diagnose what was wrong with me, some insisting I was faking for attention while a furry artist I knew just went “that sounds like crohn’s” after hearing me complain once and ended up being right
Also I can’t go to a doctor and ask them to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall with tits to match, now can I
You could if you weren’t a fucking coward
I’ve been on this hellsite for two years, and this is the most bizzare tumblr discourse I’ve ever seen.
who are you calling terrifying this is clearly a friend of the highest quality
all yall with ur “uwu smol friend” bullshit gonna let us walk right into the fucking robot apocalypse someone could make a metal gear in real life and youd all say its adorable
this is exactly the kind of shit im talking about when i say i have no patience for people who look at robots and immediately start thinking about terminator shit. why is this terrifying? because it looks like a snake? so the fuck what? the reason robots are made to look like existing organisms is because those organisms have a several million year head start on robotics engineers on solving problems like how to move in water while expending minimal energy or how to walk over uneven terrain while carrying a heavy load.
it’s also really telling that people are much more scared of these organic robots that fall into the uncanny valley than they are of drones, which are robots that currently exist and have been killing people for several years. if a “robot apocalypse” does end up happening, it wont be due to organic-looking robots suddenly achieving sentience and deciding to wipe out all life on earth, it’ll be because some rich asshole or a war-hungry country sees new technology with the potential to kill people and harnesses it for that purpose, which has already happened several times over the course of human history.
tl;dr: stop opposing technological advancements with massive potential for good because you watched Terminator once, also this snake is cute and a friend
PSA: journalists aren’t supposed to put names in the headlines if the person isn’t a public figure. It’s not a matter of maliciously not giving credit
^^^as a journalist, this is something that bothers me ALL THE TIME
A friend of mine on Twitter explained this the other day, so to elaborate based on what she said: If the name is not instantly recognizable the way a public figure is, then putting the name in the headline isn’t going to bring about any sort of recognition or connection in the reader, and doesn’t do much to draw the reader into the story. But something like “local teen” does create a connection by tying the person into the community, and encourages the reader to learn more about what this local teen has done. The name will be in the article itself, after the headline has done its job at getting the reader to look into it.
It’s worth noting too that usually, according to the Inverted Pyramid writing style used for journalism where the most important information is shared first, the person’s name is usually in the first sentence of the first paragraph.
Whenever I see someone get up at arms over a headline that says “Local Teen” and the first comment is “SAY THEIR NAME” I’m always like “hey, thanks for telling every journalist present that you don’t read articles and just skim headlines.” Really makes us feel appreciated.
I think this Onion headline illustrates the point pretty well
Also, if it’s local [thir-seven]teen, it may not be legal to name them in some contexts.
Like, if you’re running a one-shot death dungeon expressly created to test the durability and limits of your party, then yeah that’s fine, but in my experience, anything other than a casual one-shot tends to end the same way- with a tpk in the first encounter, upset players, and a smug DM feeling superior because they had the edge. No one has fun, no one enjoys it- and shit, even when you DO run the one-shot, your players can end up hating that too, and resenting you for putting them through it. There’s a boundary, between fair and unfair, and running a game requires balance so that neither party feels cheated. I’ll be honest, my first real ‘death dungeon’ had a trap that killed a PC. It was a crushing trap, with a gradually-increasing strength save DC the longer it took for the other players to stop the trap. It was purposely designed to kill a PC. That is why I made it. But the death of that PC upset another player so badly that they refused to continue on. I don’t blame them, of course- i made a dungeon that delt every entrant a bad hand, and I expressly told the players of my one shot that their characters would die- there was a 0.00001% chance of beating my dungeon. They felt that I cheated the other player, because the DC changed suddenly from round to round, and I could only shrug and say ‘sorry, this is what i said would happen.’. Because of that, I adjusted the dungeon- i have yet to find a chance to re-run it- but I put work into rebalancing what a player thought was unfun, unfair.
Anyways, point of it all is, don’t run low-level characters through high-level shit without. telling them. Because no one wants to feel cheated.
Hell, don’t run low level characters in general. 3′s a good starting level. No one wants to die because a hobgoblin with a pickaxe rolled a nat 20 and killed their fighter/wizard/rogue/barbarian in a single strike.
I agree, for the most part. I think, if your not running a session for brand new players who’ve never played D&D, starting at 3 is ideal- every character has access to the real defining thing in their class (an archtype) at level 3, regardless of class, and it just makes more sense that those who know the game start around there- no need to put on training wheels if your players already grasp the mechancis.
For brand new players, i think 1st level is ideal to help them get a grasp of the game’s core mechanics, before introducing specialized mechanics involved with their class.
it’s always amazing to watch adults discover how much changes when they don’t treat their perspective as the default human experience.
example:
it’s been well-documented for a long time that urban spaces are more
dangerous for kids than they are for adults. but common wisdom has
generally held that that’s just the way things are because kids are
inherently vulnerable. and because policymakers keep operating under the assumption that there’s nothing that can be done about kids being less safe in cities because that’s just how kids are, the danger they face in public spaces like
streets and parks has been used as an excuse for marginalizing and regulating them out of
those spaces.
(by the same people who then complain about kids being inside playing video games, I’d imagine.)
thing is, there’s no real evidence to suggest that kids are inescapably less safe in urban spaces. the causality goes the other way: urban spaces are safer for adults because they are designed for adults, by adults, with an adult perspective and experience in mind.
the city of Oslo, Norway recently started a campaign to take a new perspective on urban planning. quite literally a new perspective: they started looking at the city from 95 centimeters off the ground – the height of the average three-year-old. one of the first things they found was that, from that height, there were a lot of hedges blocking the view of roads from sidewalks. in other words, adults could see traffic, but kids couldn’t.
pop quiz: what does not being able to see a car coming do to the safety of pedestrians? the city of Oslo was literally designed to make it more dangerous for kids to cross the street. and no one realized it until they took the laughably small but simultaneously really significant step of…lowering their eye level by a couple of feet.
so Oslo started trimming all its decorative roadside vegetation down. and what was the first result they saw? kids in Oslo are walking to school more, because it’s safer to do it now. and that, as it turns out, reduces traffic around schools, making it even safer to walk to school.
so yeah. this is the kind of important real-life impact all that silly social justice nonsense of recognizing adultism as a massive structural problem can have. stop ignoring 1/3 of the population when you’re deciding what the world should look like and the world gets better a little bit at a time.
Empathy and universal design are for more than just people with disabilities.
Also, I love this quote: “it’s always amazing to watch adults discover how much changes when they don’t treat their perspective as the default human experience.”
So I came up with this great idea for a fake beard using fiber mascara and I realized there were no tutorials out there for this already. So I made one myself. It works really well and is very realistic!!
user 1: omg what if trees made oxygen that we can breathe
user 2: Omg hahahaha *tags five people*
user 3: *rupaul drag race gif*
user 4: Actually, this really happens! Trees release oxygen when they use energy from sunlight to make glucose from carbon dioxide and water. Like all plants, trees also use oxygen when they split glucose back down to release energy to power their metabolisms. Source
user 5: This is why i have Tumblr. Thank you science side tumblr.
user 6: If there is ever a day where I dont reblog this then execute me
User 7: *just tagging someone else*
User 8: *supernatural gif* WE HIJACK EVERY POST
User 9: OMG this got better!!
User 10: guys, OP has a mutilation kink and has fucked several animals, please don’t reblog from them. Links here, here and here
User 11: SOURCES PLEASE!!!
User 12: lmao look at the fucknugget, kek
User 13: Oh my, wtf happened here
Thecybersmith: I actually have a clue it’s because of blah blaaah……
i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual thing that teenagers Do
this is just so unrealistic to me like what the fuck how do yall do it??? i have Arguments and Questions
1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a building??? do i just wait for the elevator?? do i take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot of stairs 2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this shit without waking anyone up?? this is So Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my mom will come into my room and see if my ass is okay and then complain that i woke her up 3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE FUCK!! 4. if my mom found out that id been going places in the middle of the night u bet your ass id be dead the next day 5. i dont believe in this concept At All
i mean i guess it’s possible the way american houses are built but it’s still a bit far fetched imo but yea growing up in Puerto Rico in an urbanizacion it was like lmao you can’t sneak out in a house like that. first of all our windows are miami style of whatever, second of all there’s only 1 functioning door (technically our house had 2 but 1 of them had potted plants on both sides so it was never used but in any case both were on the same side of the house), and the house is so small like you would hear someone opening and closing it. plus you just know at least 1 person on your street would be up and would spill that piping hot tea to your parents the next day.
so my sister snuck out of the house one night because we live in an old house in the country that’s always creaking and “settling” which, good news: is perfect for sneaking out because there’s always weird noises anyway; bad news: we’re in the middle of the woods and there’s always creepy fucking noises
but hey, what are white girls gonna do except sneak out at night and through the woods to go have sex with their boyfriends?
what could go wrong??
and I do literally mean through the woods. our driveway is a quarter of a mile long through actual wooded area, and she wasn’t smart enough to grab a flashlight. but she could sort of see the headlights of her boyfriend’s car at the very end so it wasn’t so bad going down to be picked up
except when she got dropped off, she had to make the trip back up the driveway, through the dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever, at like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White Girl Murdered time
and she was high as fuuuuuuuuuuck
so she’s creeping her way back up the driveway, trying to move slow or else she’ll fall off the ground and get lost in the sky forever. really fucking high
then she steps on a frog
because we also have a 3 acre “pond” like our property isn’t fucking creepy enough already and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister stepped on a FROG and apparently it both squished and belched, and keep in mind that with no light whatsoever she doesn’t know what the fuck just happened AT ALL
I wake up to a series of frantic text messages
hlp he lp HEL
dont’ tell momd and dad
i jsut murdered somtheing
also, just for context, this is also the sister that pierced her own ears and gave herself a stick’n’poke tattoo with a lighter and my mom’s sewing needle because she “got restless” and picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds heavier AND WON
(it doesn’t matter if you’re smol if you get ‘em on the ground and get on top)
anyway
so waking up to an “I just murdered something” text from her was … actually kind of inevitable. siblings are either ride or die or no officer I’ve never seen that person before, and that night, I decided I was ride or die
so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into the woods in the middle of the night, but at least I’m smart enough to take a flashlight. sister had already texted me she was “onthe driveways” but again, that’s a quarter mile journey
finally I arrive at the scene of the crime
sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a Mess
frog: laying still beside her, looking like a slightly smaller Jabba the Hut
she points at the frog and sobs that it’s a heart. obviously a frog. a fucking BIG ASS frog, but still. I’m relieved, but also super pissed, because I drug myself out of bed, snuck out too, and dangled my sumptuous human body in front of all the Forest Monsters on my way down here and there isn’t even a fucking body
just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not dead! still very much alive and full of pee!!
so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my hand, escaping into the night
also, I totally held my sister’s hand with my Piss Hand as I led her back home because she deserved it
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