the horrors persist but so do i

Lower class people use magic all the time--it's necessary for survival--and they're hired to do magic for the upper classes, whether they're working the fields, hiring out their magic for factory work, or working as a maid in an upper class home. Gentlemen are allowed to use magic in a few specific "refined" occupations.

Upper-class ladies are allowed to do almost no magic, except for tiny decorative uses--magic is "low", and using it too much destroys your status in society. Upper-class ladies also regularly go insane from "magic hysteria". Some women are starting to notice this and are arguing for women to be allowed to do healthy amounts of magic. Other people find this idea coarse and unfeminine.

No parts of it extended beyond the lines, and the paper ticket was clearly displayed, impaled on a horn.

A selection including:

several French suggestions (one quebecois)

multiple in German

the Brazilian (and possibly Portuguese as well) translation several unrelated rebloggers all agreed on

Hungarian

Spanish (Spain and otherwise)

what I am pretty sure is Polish

something written in Cyrillic so presumably Russian or Ukrainian??

various Nordic languages

The woman’s white ass racist neighbors got so offended, they went and “did something about it.”

🤮

From the FBI Freedom of Information Act public vault:

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Tagged by the lovely @purplesigebert

...I strangely feel both called out and seen.

The Quiz

lol Completely accurate

:)))) the uquiz can sense our plotting

The soil testing equipment on Curiosity makes a buzzing noise and the pitch of the noise changes depending on what part of an experiment Curiosity is performing, this is the way Curiosity sings to itself.

So some of the finest minds currently alive decided to take incredibly expensive important scientific equipment and mess with it until they worked out how to move in just the right way to sing Happy Birthday, then someone made a cake on Curiosity’s birthday and took it into Mission control so that a room full of brilliant scientists and engineers could throw a birthday party for a non-autonomous robot 225 million kilometres away and listen to it sing the first ever song sung on Mars*, which was Happy Birthday.

This isn’t a sad story, this a happy story about the ridiculousness of humans and the way we love things. We built a little robot and called it Curiosity and flung it into the star to go and explore places we can’t get to because it’s name is in our nature and then just because we could, we taught it how to sing.

That’s not sad, that’s awesome.