So I’m on a trip with my robotics team and there’s only two “girls” (me, an enby, and a cis girl), so we get our own beds in our own room, but the guys are rooming four to a room, but there’s only two beds in each room. Which means that two guys are sleeping on the floor every night.
I’m not joking. They were literally arguing over who’s sleeping on the floor tonight (apparently they plan on rotating).
And I asked them “why don’t you just share a bed?” And they all gave me the same answer:
“No, that’s weird! That’d be gay!”
And I just looked at them and I decided to break the bad news to them
“If lying next to another guy makes you wanna suck dick, you already wanted to suck dick.”
I’ve never seen so many Straight Guys™️ enraged by a single sentence before
I visited the museum and I heard two bros in the dinosaur exhibit having an earnest discussion about the best way to kill a T-Rex with a sword and what kind of armour should be worn into the battle and they spoke with such passion I really wish the scientific community could have heard them. I’d love to know how palaeontologists would weigh in on The Great Debate.
For instance, was the bro in the weed shorts right? Is it pointless to wear heavy armour when battling a T-Rex? Is it truly better to go into battle naked wielding dual swords? Or was the bro in the backwards cap correct? Should you go for a double-handed sword and iron armour? Will light bouncing off the armour really confuse and blind the beast? Realistically, what protection is armour against a dinosaur? Was Weed Shorts right when he proposed to use his superior agility to slash its tendons and stab the eyes when he brought it down? Or was Backwards Cap right when he said charge and slash open its soft belly?? What is the truth??!??
Hello, palaeontologist-in-training here! Thought I’d have a little think into this because hey, who wants to do coursework on trilobites when you could be considering T. rex instead?
Light and maneuverable is probably best when facing a rex. It’s big and it’s powerful but it’s not going to making any quick sharp turns any time soon.
According to our current estimates, a T. rex would be able to crush a small car with its jaws, so realistically, no amount of armour is gonna protect you if it grabs you.
If the T. rex manages to grab you you’re dead regardless. It could probably eat you within a couple of bites if it was trying.
Figures 1 & 2: Theoretical T. rex bite-force model fucking up a mini. Thank you, Bill Oddie and BBC’s The Truth About Killer Dinosaurs.
As far as armour goes, lighter is better, and at the end of the day isn’t going to mean shit anyway. T. rex can’t slash at you with claws, so it’s bite or bust, and if it bites YOU’RE bust. So, lets say a point to Weed Shorts. Why NOT fight a T. rex butt naked with swords.
T. rex had good binocular vision. Don’t believe Jurassic Park’s lies –T. rex was a hunter and could probably see you brilliantly whether you moved or not.
That said, a T. rex’s eyesight will work about the same as modern birds of prey. Think hawk, or eagle. I reckon light bouncing off anything would be a fairly minor hindrance, or at least, wouldn’t affect it any more than any other hunting bird.
So, using light to blind and confuse the rex? May potentially work but might be hard and wouldn’t do much for long. Don’t rely on this for strategy.
T. rex actually had gastralia, sometimes called ‘belly-ribs’. These protected and supported the internal organs.There would also be some seriously thick abdominal muscles to get through.
Unless you’re planning to do some precision stabbing with a very long sword, chances are you’re not gonna be killing a rex by slicing open it’s stomach. Also, being under its stomach is gonna put you in-reach of the Jaws Of Death.
I’m not sure how easy it would be, or how well it would work, to try and cut a T. rex’s tendons. Theoretically, sounds like it should work. However, you’re gonna need a lot of strength to get through them, probably.
I’d personally cut the throat rather than stab through the eyes once the rex is down, but that’s probably personal preference. Once you’ve felled it, it’s dead either way! A T. rex unable to hunt is a dead T. rex.
Figure 3: The gastralia of a T. rex. Bless u Scott Hartman for your skeletal references.
As far as attack goes, the belly is not as weak a spot as it seems. So, point to Weed Shorts on his execution plan. Sounds pretty solid.
Overall, I’d say that Weed Shorts had the best plan to defeat the mighty Tyrannosaurus rex. If you ever see him again, congratulate him on his solid plan of attack.
My favorite thing about paleontologists (and any scientist really, but paleontologists in particular) is that you can ask them COMPLETELY BATSHIT INSANE questions and by God, they will give you a completely Serious answer.
Also @assassinahsoka this reminds me of your guy who wanted to eat a t rex.
So I’m hella queer and hella at odds with my family. Even before I was sort of out (still not completely out to them probably won’t ever be) I was the black sheep. I’ve had a stepdad since about 4 and the way my brothers (whom he “fathered” *but lets be real I did all the parenting*) were treated was always pointedly better than I was.
Fast forward to a Christmas at 17(?) And through all the years of watching my brothers get game systems and exactly what they wanted and me being lucky of I got a $15.26 regifted giftcard to JCpenny. (It wasn’t about the cost it was the fact that my brothers presents were wrapped and thought out as something they’d enjoy, painstakingly wrapped, and aesthetically placed under the tree, while mine was always an afterthought *if I was lucky*)
Back to the fast forward all I wanted that year was an infinity scarf. And I had mentioned this for MONTHS leading up to Christmas. It was less the scarf I wanted than wanting what I wanted to matter as much as my brothers. Maybe. Idk. But yeah, I didn’t get it. And when tears started falling against my will I was yelled at for being ungrateful and ruining Christmas.
Fast forward about 5 years and I have an amazing, wonderful, considerate girlfriend who I live with (and other lovely partners that I don’t live with *yay polyamory*) and I am blocked by my mom on facebook for not paying her credit card bill.
This Christmas was my first ever physically alone because my family didn’t invite/want me around and my girlfriend had things to take care of.
She brought my gift with her and I had hers and we opened them together over videochat.
I open my first present and it’s an infinity scarf. (I feel tears forming and I put it on)
I open the next and it’s another one! (I put it on top of the first one and am laugh crying now)
I open the next gift and!!! Another one! (At this point in like “*sob* I can’t believe… *hysterical laughing*”
The next one? You guessed it! I’m like “You’re ridiculous!!!” (I have them all stacked and need more neck at this point)
I unwrap two more gifts and they’re ties which I also put on my neck and mean a ton because gender-affirming things are A+
But just!! Moral of the story I love my girlfriend/chosen family.
And here are screenshots she took because we’re both romantic saps.
talk to me about knights who can go around bashing peoples’ heads in but specifically choose to try and debate bad guys into submission instead
really though. a knight who’s famous throughout the kingdom for ridding it of Dark Lords and Unjust Tyrants. she is lauded as a hero and everyone assumes she’s the incarnation of justice with a sword.
one day there is a new bad guy. he is holed up in his Evil Fortress waiting for the knight to inevitably show up. however, what the rest of the kingdom doesn’t know is that he is the best swordsman on the continent. there is no way the knight will defeat him, and he knows it.
she arrives at his fortress to find him smugly slouching back in his Throne Of Darkness. “well?” he asks. “here to duel?”
“no,” she says, dropping a huge pile of papers that weigh as much as a small dragon on the table. “i’m here to tell you how trying to take over the kingdom is the worst idea you’ve ever had. let’s start with your background in necromancy and complete lack of education in civic duties. how do you expect to run this country? here is a list of the current foreign issues were are facing and how you are completely unequipped to deal with them. stop trying to back out of the room, i’m just getting started. how do you expect to deal with a court full of nobles trying to undermine you at every turn if you can’t even hold up an argument with one knight? sit your ass back down”
v for vendetta is a film with a female protagonist that criticises capitalism, condemns pedophilia, encourages the viewers to question their governments, has a central plot about how LGBT people are condemned in right wing societies (more than three LGBT characters are in it) and was directed by a trans woman and her brother.
why has this become a fuckboy classic
because they mistake V for the protagonist and Evey as simply the viewpoint character, wilfully ignore the part of the plot about LGBT discrimination, and concentrate on how cool V is with his mask and his government-rebelling plots.
What I find interesting is that – V is actually, imo, coded as trans, especially in the original graphic novel. Alan Moore claims that clues to identity of V ‘are all there’, which implies it might be a named character. If it was one, the only person matching would be Valerie, the woman whose journals V gives to Evey. Everything would match – Valerie was an actress, which would fit with both costume and tastes of V, and also why said letter was so important – and really, how the hell an occupant of a high-security concentration camp under constant observation had ability to write a letter, and also how a letter written on toiler paper would survive all these years, and burning down of Larkhill camp. (answer – by being written AFTER all these events).
Except, V appears to be male. Everyone is using male pronouns for him, in the movie he speaks in a masculine voice, and in the novel we do see a panel of his silhouette naked in Larkhill, and he definitely has a masculine physique.
But, if Valerie becoming V was metaphor for transition, that’d make sense.
That’s in addition to well, the fact that a lot of trans men begin their self-discovery as butch lesbians? It’d sure fit.
Why do I believe that theory? In addition to whole LGBT themes thing, and the letter thing, there’s one more reason. Well, I think this was skimmed by in the movie, but in the novel, we get a pretty solid clue. See, in the movie, exact nature of experiments performed on Larkhill inmates is kept rather dubious if I recall – we know they gave V abilities slightly above normal humans, but that’s it.
But in the novel, it’s more specific. So, what is the field of experiments that are being performed Larkhill concentration camp that they needed human specimen?
Hormone research.
V got strength to throw off chains of opression and fight back and yadda yadda, became a character who ticks off literally every single checkbox on definition of a superhero, including superpowers…
By literal fucking hormone therapy.
Administered to him, ironically, by the very oppressors.
From what I’ve read of Alan Moore’s stories, he doesn’t leave details up to a chance. Everything has a reason, and everything is interconnected with each other. And this, this doesn’t look like a bit of dark irony Alan Moore would pass up, since he loves that shit.
So, those are my reasons for this particular interpretation.
My fav trans writer just made this on her Twitter so I thought I’d share.
The major unlock for me was realizing that wanting to be a girl was a symptom of being a girl.
Me realizing I was trans was me going “Wow. I wish I was transgender., I’d like to be a girl.” for MONTHS (this was when I started seriously questioning) till one day I was wishing I was trans and then I was just like:
I remember when I was like 13 I read something about trans people in an informative way for the first time and in the span of about three seconds I was just like “oh. That’s a thing. That makes a whole lot of sense.”
Ever since I could comprehend what a girl was I wanted to be one Thought it was normal
These comments are so pure and sweet I had to reblog!
“wanting to be a girl was a symptom of being a girl” this was a huge stumbling block for me. I learned of the existence of trans ppl in my late teens, but always seen it framed as ‘they ARE [gender]’. But I thought I only WANTED to be a girl (which I didn’t realize wasn’t normal. Who wouldn’t, right?) It wasn’t until 6 or 7 years later that I figured out I was trans too… But that’s why posts like this are important to me, hopefully some trans ppl who haven’t realized it yet see them, and realize that this could apply to them. Cause while we are our gender, when you’re figuring it out; it feels less sure, cause the whole world is trying to tell you otherwise.
You are a woman. You have the experiences of a woman. You face the hardship of woman hood.
You are a woman, and you have always been as much of a woman as every cis woman out there.
And some nasty terf on Tumblr will never be able to take that away from you.
Replace women with man and you have a true statement
Ok…
@ Trans men:
You are a man. You have the experiences of a man. You face the hardship of manhood. You are a man, and have always been as much of a man as every cis man out there.
And some nasty terf on Tumblr will never be able to take that away from you.
i think it is good to warn people in advance about the circumstances that will cause you to bite them and i think that having given that warning it is good to follow through when the time comes
the rattlesnake is an admirable creature whose virtues we should emulate
people are saying these look protective. each creature represents a self-destructive coping mechanism: ruminating obsession, isolation, the false idea of control, and martyr complex. they feel comforting, but are harmful
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