Police shoot, beat, chase, and arrest anti-fascist counterprotestors yesterday. The counter-protestors began demonstrating outside a Proud Boy anti-trans rally at WiSpa. The police beat clearly marked press and shot either a rubber bullet or bean bag at a woman at point blank range. The police even got an AMBER alert sent out citywide as part of their suppression of the ant-fascist protest.
spock’s first bridge appearance in tmp is EXACTLY the look one would go for when seeing their ex for the first time in a long time. like ok bitch you say you’re over him but then why r u wearing Prada to see him tho 🤔
Valid. I’m sure it was for “logical” reasons…
No, actually, he very specifically states he rejected the Kolinahr to come to the Enterprise.
-Graduated in the top 4% of his year -was bullied by jocks -Is a history nerd -was so much of a teacher’s pet that he cheated on an exam and was commended for it -Was referred to as “a stack of books with legs”
Jean-Luc Picard:
-Spent all his free time drinking in pubs and playing billiards -broke more hearts than he can remember -started a bar fight that ended up in him being stabbed in the heart -likes to explore dangerous ruins of ancient civilizations for fun -wouldn’t even have become a starship captain if he wasn’t this much of a hothead
And yet people still manage to get it backwards???
I think it’s a problem of First Officer, really.
Jim Kirk seems like a wild man because he’s standing next to calm, logical Spock.*
Meanwhile, Picard seems stately and dignified because he’s standing next to Will “Any alien physiology is bangable if you just put some thought into it” Riker*.
* Of course THEN, we get to the next layer, which is that Spock is the dude who told the Vulcan Science Academy to fuck itself, while Riker plays the trombone.
The Federation is a confusing place.
I’d like to also throw in there that Picard is canonically a trained archaeologist. As a discipline we’re often able to seem bookish and normal and well-adjusted in the right settings. We are… not.
Picard: “I’m going on vacation.” *checks some ruins* “Hey! Someone has been looting these! I better go to seedy bars and talk to dangerous mercenaries. Oh, but first I’ll take off my comm badge and not tell anyone what I’m up to.”
Kirk: “Work is awesome. I’m not going on vacation. ever.” *later* “My husband tricked me into taking shore leave”
People on this web site seem to forget that the elderly are not super privileged on the axis of being elderly, and on average the elderly are mistreated, abused, and dehumanized. Ageism was coined to talk about the experiences of the abused elderly. Yeah, there’s shitty elderly people out there, but there’s shitty everybody, it doesn’t mean we should stop caring about people the older they get.
I really wish leftists would put more effort into talking to and about elderly rights and issues especially since as we age, we’re more likely to develop diseases or disabilities. So that only increases their chances of being abused or otherwise taken advantage of. Almost every issue regarding disability rights and access applies to most elderly people and any concerns u have about the medical or welfare system are even worse for the elderly, especially regarding treatment and financial aid
Every person on this planet is one accident away from becoming disabled. Every person on this planet will become disabled if they live long enough. You are not an exception. Neither are your loved ones.
If you feel like disability rights aren’t relevant to you, remember that the only thing standing between you and being disabled is time.
Concept: financially struggling biology student discovers that the reason her monthly data bill is so high is because an ant colony in her basement has been stealing her wi-fi.
“I’m not angry,” she says from the top of the basement stairs. “Just disappointed.”
Below, a million hard exoskeletons glitter in the light streaming through the open door. The floor is completely covered in them, the hard-packed dirt rounded and molded into their home.
With a sigh, she starts down the stairs. “Don’t you swarm at me. I give you food, I give you shelter and this, this is the repayment I get! Where’s the Queen?”
There’s the sound of insects rushing past each other and a black mound begins to form. It grows higher and higher, moving slowly towards the bottom step, until it’s at her waist. Slowly, the top layer of workers peels back to reveal the Queen in all her glory.
The Queen is easily the length of her hand, glittering and gorgeous in the faint light. She had been the one to make the Queen last semester as part of her final project. Her professor had given her an A on the condition that she destroy the Queen and her genetically enhanced children, but, instead, she’d taken them home.
“Look at this,” she says, thrusting her bill in front of the Queen’s tiny head. “I can’t afford this! I don’t–where did you all even get computers?”
The ants surge guiltily, producing a mac that looks very, very familiar.
“You stole my ex’s laptop.” It’s not a question. “That’s–alright, that’s pretty funny. I’m not going to take it away, relax, but you all need to figure out how to pay for this, okay? I can’t feed you and entertain you on my stipend, okay?”
The Queen regally nods. There’s a shift in the air as she communicates with the others and another mound of ants forms and pushes forward. This one opens to reveal a plastic bag filled with dirt-covered jewelry and a handful of…ancient coins?
She takes the bag, staring blankly at it. “Okay…I’m not going to ask. I don’t want to know. I’ll invest in better internet and pretend that you guys aren’t about two seconds from opening a chop shop or crime ring or whatever in my basement.”
The ants wave agreeably.
She turns to go and pauses halfway up. “I have to ask. What do you guys even need internet for?”
The mac flickers on to show Jessica Jones paused halfway through episode six.
“Fair enough,” she says and goes to google local pawn shops that don’t ask too many questions
Door closes, the video pauses, the ants open google. “what is a chop shop” goes into the search bar.
