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jumpingjacktrash:

avatar-dacia:

thisisarebeljyn:

fearwax:

scootsenshi:

24-sa3t:

comradeonion:

powerofthestruggle:

Man eating rice, China, 1901-1904

this is an extremely important picture

Ive never seen someone from 1904 having fun omg

He has a nice face

No but the history behind this picture is really interesting

The reason that everyone always looked miserable in old photos wasn’t that they took too long to take. Once photography became widespread it took only seconds to take a picture.

It was because getting your photo taken was treated the same as getting your portrait painted. A very serious occasion meant so thst your descendants would know that ypu existed and what you looked like.

But one time some British dudes went to china to go on an anthropological expedition, and they met some rural Chinese farmers and decided to take their pictures. Now, these people weren’t exposed to the weird culture of the time around getting your photo taken, so this guy just flashed a big grin during the photo because he was told to strike a pose and that’s the pose he wanted to strike.

I think painted portraits and old photos give us the idea that in general people were just really unhappy because those are the visuals we have. This is so refreshing.

Hey, look; “Man Laughing Alone With Rice” is back on my dash.

always reblog Happy Rice Guy. once upon a time, he really enjoyed his lunch, and that’s beautiful.

gloomycamomile:

isilverandcold:

sinnahsaint:

roseapprentice:

One of the most useful things I’ve learned about recovering from trauma is that my decisions need to be judged according to the incomplete information that was available to me at the time.

So, say I’m deciding whether to eat chicken at a restaurant. All evidence is that it’s a good idea. I’m hungry for chicken, and I usually feel good after eating it.

I eat the chicken, and I get food poisoning. The resulting illness causes me to fall short of responsibilities, and creates numerous problems for me and the people who depend on me.

What happened?

Trauma brain says: “This happened because I am Bad At Making Decisions. If I had made The Right Decision and not eaten chicken, everything would have been fine.”

Recovery brain says, “According to the information that was available to me, the chicken was unlikely to make me sick. Eating chicken was a Good Decision with Bad Consequences. This happened to me because I had incomplete information.”

The “trauma brain” response makes all decisions really hard, because each decision involves the prospect of being judged by a future self that has more information.

“Should I buy the $2 mouse pad or the $3 mouse pad? If I buy the cheaper one and it doesn’t work well, it will be my own fault for not buying a better quality one…”

(Then I might end up paying myself $1-per-hour to agonize over which mouse pad to buy, which is probably an ACTUAL unwise course of action.)

But if I foster the “recovery brain” response, I can start to trust that my future self will judge my decisions kindly.

“If I buy the cheap mouse pad and it doesn’t work, then I only gambled $2 on it. If I buy the $3 one and even it doesn’t work, then I’ll have more closely guessed how much I need to pay for a mousepad of sufficient quality.”

And then later when the mousepad doesn’t work: “Well, that didn’t work. At least I made a decision. The outcome has given me more information about the options available to me going forward.”

(Meta level: Decisions you made prior to reading this post about how to treat yourself were probably good given the information you had access to about trauma and recovery!)

tl;dr: Bad results are not always evidence of bad decisions. Give yourself the benefit of the doubt about why you do what you do.

spockfallsinlove:

prompt from @lenyberry: for some reason, someone gives Spock an herbal tea blend designed for helping humans get to sleep. But everyone failed to consider differences of vulcan biology & check the ingredients – and while catnip is a very mild sedative with no further psychoactive effects for humans, vulcans evolved from a more felinoid ancestry… No lasting harm done of course, just, catnip tea + insomniac vulcan = Extra Cuddly *stoned* vulcan who’s probably not gonna sleep til he comes off the high.

2.5k words. stoned Spock, humor, mutual pining.

read on ao3.

“Bones, I’m going to get bed sores.”

Bones shoots him a nasty look across sickbay. “No, you’re damn well not.”

“I will if you keep me in this bed a day longer,” Jim pouts.

“Jim, you’re recovering from a shattered spine and three broken ribs. Shut the hell up.”

“Yeah, but that happened a week ago. Hasn’t modern medicine evolved enough so that I can get back up and at ‘em with a broken spine within a week?”

“No,” says Bones flatly. He continues staring at a medical chart perched against his lap.

Jim tilts his head back and sighs dramatically.

“Jim, I’m discharging you tonight! Quit your belly-achin’!”

In response, Jim sticks his tongue out at him. It’s at this moment the sickbay doors decide to swish open, revealing Spock. Jim immediately straightens and his face straightens into an uncontrollably bright smile. “Spock!”

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onedamnminuteadmiral:

Prompt: I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved.

Pairing: Space Husbands, with a little Sarek/Amanda thrown in there for good measure.

Requested by anonymous, thank you so much for the request!!!!! I had trouble thinking of a situation but anytime one can bring Sarek into the equation, one must, am I right?

Setting: Right after Journey to Babel

Once again, Spock found himself on the receiving end of his father’s anger. Well, since Sarek would never admit to anger, it was more that Spock found himself on the receiving end of Sarek’s perfectly logical disappointment. In either case, he wasn’t entirely sure how to handle it. He never was. He could stand against any furious tide but his father’s, and this situation was decidedly more serious than most.

“A human,” Sarek said once again, standing in the center of Spock’s quarters after seemingly not hearing Spock’s request that he sit. It was illogical to repeat the words, as they had at this point established that yes, Spock was in love with a human. Was, in fact, already mentally bonded to said human. He had been worried when his parents boarded the Enterprise that they may discover the relationship that had bloomed between he and Jim, but he had hoped with all the excitement of assassination attempts and Sarek’s own brush with death, they may have been distracted enough not to notice anything odd. Unfortunately, he underestimated his parents’ powers of observation.

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watertribe-enya:

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snarthurt:

snarthurt:

snarthurt:

not to sound like a conservative local pastor but eight year olds should not be playing, like, call of duty even offline

of course i dont think playing violent video game by itself is going to make a kid capable of and willing to commit murder because thats also dumb as shit but children shouldnt be exposed to the concepts of violence and death before they’re able to grasp the implications of it and what effect it can have on them and the way they view the world

“sex is something we dont talk about but violence is just fine” is such a dangerous combination of attitudes

Dude, violence for young children should be in the round of fucking pokemon and yokai watch, not call of duty

just–a–figment:

Colin on Playmaker

The Playmaker is a Hollywood film which Colin brands as “complete rubbish”.
Colin only did it so he could be with his son Will: “My son happened to be in Los Angeles at the time. It was a
three-week job and it paid extremely well. It’s a rather silly story
about an acting coach who trains an actress by psychologically torturing
her. I knew it would be complete rubbish and I sincerely hope no one
ever sees it.”[The Sun, 27 Aug. 1994]

From the Weekly News: Colin played a part in a movie called The Playmaker – and loathed every minute of it. His
sole reason for taking the part was to spend time with his son who
happened to be in Los Angeles at the time. Recalls Colin: I was desperate to see him after doing six months of theatre in Britain [Chatsky] so I said yes to the movie. But it was a terrible film and I hope it sinks without a trace. [The Weekly News, 1997]

From the Radio Times: If
I want to buy a house, or am about to go bankrupt, and someone comes
along with a hefty pay cheque for a ridiculous job, I’d do it. I’ve made
a couple of pieces of crap, although when one is working one takes it
seriously. Its embarrassing appearing in rubbish, so you con yourself
it’s worth while, even though the third eye knows full well it isn’t.
But I do have a child to support. [Radio Times, Feb. 1997]