My need to infodump on history activated: this is why development of cafés in Europe is considered a huge sociological deal, including contributing to the French Revolution. They offered the kind of privately public sphere that was previously the domain of inns. And while everyone becomes an expert on everything after alcohol, when it comes to actually organizing a long term collective action it turned out non-alcoholic beverages were much more helpful. And cafés often offered free press to read so people were up to date with events. Conclusion: yes, public libraries should be open late into the night. And offer affordable drinks.
Way to go Minnesota! 🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️
here is the link to the petition, i think since it is a parliamentary petition it should only be signed by canadian citizens, but if I am wrong please correct me.
Yes, only Canadians can sign.
If you can’t sign, please reblog to spread the word.
Also make sure that you check your email! Once you've signed, you need to confirm for your signature to be counted.
Yall, i need artwork of ned dying
The Adventure Zone: the only thing more awkward than pretending to kiss your brother is pretending to kiss your dad
Number Five + Figures from Greek Mythology he reminds me of
When you get older, your body is more like a car. When it hurts, you just ignore it hoping it will go away, just like the check engine light.
An asexual and an aromantic are talking together, when suddenly they are both launched into the air.
“What happened?” they ask each other, confused.
“We arose,” the aromantic said.
“No, I’m pretty sure we ace-ended,” the asexual replied.
Then they hit the ground, which was kind of aspected.
Nobody in my family’s magic at all. It was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard – I’ve learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough – I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?
Happy Birthday, Hermione! (September 19, 1979)
The Half Hour S05E09 – Emily Heller
I’m… honestly not sure how much harder someone could @ me. Really not.
I’ve never been dragged like this before
everything is so fucking bad but i’m so sad that we can’t even mourn RBG the way that we should for her groundbreaking and magnificence and instead here we are terrified out of our minds because the efficacy of our republic and the rights of millions rested on the shoulders of an 87 year old
i just wanna talk to someone abt my newly diagnosed adhd but all of my friends are sick of it (probs) and like,,, they don’t get it. aaaah
DM ME!
I'm not always online but plz DM me and I'll answer as soon as I come back.
PS. If you are open for people to rant about ADHD to you, plz reblog this!
*cue Sky rants* Honestly, I need friends for ADHD related rants as well. The few friends I have opened up to...well let's just say I wish I hadn't.
So if your DMs are open for rants, plz reblog.
- Also also actually actually, your friends are NOT sick of you talking about it. Trust me!
If you would report an undocumented immigrant to ICE you would have reported me to the Nazis and I don’t fucking trust you
A note:
I live in a state where you “have to” report anyone you suspect of being undocumented (that wonderful hellhole of Arizona). Now in practice this law has fallen far short, thank goodness. But if you live in such a place and they start enforcing it, here is how you get around it:
Assume everyone who doesn’t speak English is visiting.
Never ask about their job, because if they tell you they work here then you know they’re not visiting. You see them a lot for several weeks or months? Hm. Someone in the family must be ill. That’s terribly tough. They always dress in old, ratty laborers’ clothes? I feel you, my dude, I can’t afford new clothes either, and my dad has the fashion sense of an aardvark, so sometimes it’s not even about “affording” them. They say they’ve been here for years? You must have misunderstood. Spanish isn’t your first language, after all. First and last name? It never came up, or you don’t recall–you meet a lot of people.
And then, if you’re asked: no, you haven’t seen anyone residing illegally in the United States. Just people visiting.
Very good very important addition
Essentially, this is the civil society version of a work-to-rule strike.
Don’t do more than is expressly asked of you, and do what you are asked with such an intense attention to protocol that not asking you at all becomes more effective than even bothering.
In this case:
“Have you seen an illegal immigrant?”
“Could you describe an illegal immigrant, officer?”
*officer describes a person who is in the country without appropriate paperwork, or who has crossed the border illegally*
“No, sir, I haven’t seen any illegal immigrant.”
And this is correct. You have NOT seen an illegal immigrant, because you have no way of knowing if Jose Fulano is here legally or not. And since you can’t see his paperwork (or lack thereof), and did not personally see him cross the border illegally, you are only answering precisely the question asked.
I’m not American, and I have like, three followers, but this is important.
a surprising amount of really important activism rests on your ability to lie convincingly to people in authority
Imagine you're Sally Jackson. You spend your entire life worrying about you son, about what will happen to him if he acknowledges the other part of his life. You do everything you can to keep him away from it. You fail.
Imagine you're Sally Jackson. You watch your son go away each summer. He comes back with friends, and stories of fun. You see his eyes, watch the tired look in his eyes. You see the streak in his hair, though he won't tell you where its from. You know no child should mature that fast.
Imagine you're Sally Jackson. You watch your son as he asks your permission to bear a curse. You watch as he leads an army of other children - his friends - at not even 16. You watch him as he grapples with the fact that he lived, and many did not.
Imagine you're Sally Jackson. You watch your son deal with the fact that he's now just like any other kid. He struggles with tests, he goes on awkward dates with his girlfriend. You let out a breath you forgot you were holding, as life begins to settle into winter. Annabeth and Chiron can't look you in the eyes when they tell you he's gone.
Imagine you're Sally Jackson. Annabeth has been visiting weekly. You try to grapple with the fact that your son has been dragged into two Great Prophecies in less than a year, that he's likely surrounded by enemies without any knowledge of who he is. Despite Paul smoothing things over with the school, CPS arrives. They shouldn't believe your lies. You suppose you should thank the gods that they do.
Imagine you're Sally Jackson. Annabeth's visit dwindle over the months, and even when she's with you, you can tell her mind is back at camp. She doesn't really have anything new to say anyway. You play the message on your answering machine, and Paul rushes in to find you sitting among the shards and dregs of your coffee cup, Percy's voice echoing through the hallway.
Imagine you're Sally Jackson. In the past 8 months, you've only heard 34 words from your son. Annabeth visted you before she left, gave you an overview of where she thought they'd travel. You know she held most of the danger back. You see news of a freak hurricane in Charleston, a sinkhole in Rome. Somehow knowing more is worse.
Imagine you're Sally Jackson. It's the 2nd of August, and he returns home. He isnt saying much, and he is burned and scarred. You don't bring up the fact that those should be impossible. You see the pain in his eyes, but when he hugs you all you can focus on is the fact he's now taller than you.
Imagine you're Sally Jackson. It's the day after your son returned home, and life was slowly returning to normal (not that it had ever been normal before.) You just found out you're pregnant. You thank all the gods you can think of that they will be mortal.