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AGENTS of SHIELD found another Weapon of Mass Destruction.

And some Speakon cables help reprogram a spacesuit in Doctor Who:

Apparently I own the Ghosted cable tester.

Also, there’s the MA2 in S2.E16 of The 100

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 

my prof in the margins: excellent analysis!

me: 

“Ha… right.”

Like, she had actual goddamn tears in her eyes, and that was what she considered an appropriate reply to the joke.I just marvelled for a minute like ‘what the actual hell?’ and eventually asked my mom a few questions. I didn’t want to make her feel defensive or self-conscious or anything, it just kind of blew my mind, and I wanted to know what she was thinking.

Turns out that she’s using the ellipsis the same way I would use a dash, and also to create ‘more space between words’ because it ‘just looks better to her’. Also, that I tend to perceive an ellipsis as an innate ‘downswing’, sort of like the opposite of the upswing you get when you ask a question, but she doesn’t. And that she never uses exclamation marks, because all her teachers basically drilled it into her that exclamation marks were horrible things that made you sound stupid and/or aggressive.

So whereas I might sent a response that looked something like:

“Yay! That sounds great - where are we meeting?”

My mother, whilst meaning the exact same thing, would go:

‘Yay. That sounds great… where are we meeting?”

And when I look at both of those texts, mine reads like ‘happy/approval’ to my eye, whereas my mother’s looks flat. Positive phrasing delivered in a completely flat tone of voice is almost always sarcastic when spoken aloud, so written down, it looks sarcastic or passive-aggressive.

On the reverse, my mother thinks my texts look, in her words, ‘ditzy’ and ‘loud’. She actually expressed confusion, because she knows I write and she thinks that I write well when I’m constructing prose, and she, apparently, could never understand why I ‘wrote like an airhead who never learned proper English’ in all my texts. It led to an interesting discussion on conversational text. Texting and text-based chatting are, relatively, still pretty new, and my mother’s generation by and large didn’t grow up writing things down in real-time conversations. The closest equivalent would be passing notes in class, and that almost never went on for as long as a text conversation might. But letters had been largely supplanted by telephones at that point, so ‘conversational writing’ was not a thing she had to master. 

By the time I got in line to pay he was loitering at the front of the store again, and I just had that feeling that he was going to try and take the game I just bought, or steal my purse, as soon as I left the store. OR, he was going to try and follow me home. And I know I don’t have to explain that terror to any woman reading this, but all I could think was that I’m in this Gamestop alone with at least twenty other men and something is about to happen. I’m beginning to freak out, to the point where I’ve just pulled my pepper spray out of my purse and into the pocket of my coat. 

So there I am, next in line to pay, and there is this GIGANTIC dudebro right behind me, and I say gigantic as a 6 foot tall woman. He says, “Ma’am? Don’t be offended, but would it be alright if I walked you to your car?” and I was like “Are you serious?” and he was like “There are some weird guys in here right now. Have you noticed that guy watching you?” and then I showed the dudebro the pepper spray in my pocket and he was like “Right on. Would you still let me walk you to your car?” and I said yes.

So I paid, and waited while HE paid, and he walked me to my car. And just as I was getting in, the weird guy who’d been loitering came out of the store, saw me and my dudebro, and turned around and walked away in the opposite direction. 

He does this through his Prowess, his Ability to Protect.

His fight Ability, combined with his Willingness to Protect, earns him Worth in the eyes of his fellow Men.

Train and fight!

Always protect those in need!

And my all-time favorite:

Singing in the Shah Mosque in Isfahan, Iran

Here are the lyrics (the English translation doesn’t really do it justice):

به سوی تو، به شوق روی تو

Be sooye to, br showghe rooe to - to your direction, desiring seeing your visage.

به طرف کوی تو

To the direction of your location,

سپیده دم آیم

sepidehdam ayam - I will be coming in the dawn,

مگر تو را جویم

Magar to ra jooyam - so that I might find you,

بگو کجایی

Bego kojaayee? - tell me where are you? نشان تو گه از زمین گاهی

neshane to gah az zamin gaahi.. - once from the earth do I search for a sign from you,

ز آسمان جویم

ze aaseman jooyam - [ and once I seek to find a sign of you] from the skies

ببین چه بی پروا

bebin che bi parva - see how fearless I am,

ره تو می پویم

rahe to mipooyam - as I am walking down the road that takes me to where you are,

بگو کجایی…..

bego kojaayee? - tell me where are you?

کی رود رخ ماهت از نظرم

key ravad rokhe mahat az nazaram - Would the picture of your beautiful visage that resembles the full moon ever be wiped off my mind?

به غیر نامت کی نام دگر ببرم

be gheyre namat key name degar bebaram? - what other name would I call out but yours?

اگر تو را جویم

Agar to ra jooyam - If I ever find you,

حدیث دل گویم

Hadise del gooyam - I would tell you the stories that weigh on my chest,

بگو کجایی؟

begoo kojaayee? - Tell me where are you?

به دست تو دادم

Be daste to dadam - I handed you

دل پریشانم

dele parishanam - my desperate heart,

دگر چه خواهی

degar cheh khahi? - What else do you require?

فتاده ام از پا

fetadeh am az pa - I am so hurt in my feet for walking so long in search of you بگو که از جانم

bego ke az janam - tell me that from my life,

دگر چه خواهی

degar cheh mikhahi - what else do you require?

یکدم از خیال من Yekdam az khiyal-e-man - not even a moment from my dreams

نمی روی ای غزال من

nemiravi ey ghazaal.. - you ever depart my gazelle,

دگر چه پرسی ز حال من

degar cheh persi ze hale man - Why on earth do you ask about my well being,

تا هستم من

ta hastam man - as long as I am alive

اسیر کوی توام Aseere kooye to-am - I am being taken as a hostage to where you reside,

به آرزوی توام be aarezooye to-am - I live desiring you,

اگر تو را جویم

حدیث دل گویم بگو کجایی؟

اگر تو را جویم

Agar to ra jooyam - If I ever find you,

حدیث دل گویم

Hadise del gooyam - I would tell you the stories that weigh on my chest,

بگو کجایی؟