#i mean sure correlation doesn't always mean causation

[ashestxashes]

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏ sʜᴇᴇᴛ

tagged by: @trelonkan tagging: just steal it! i dare u

Name: 家入硝子 Ieiri Shōko

Name meaning: her surname contains the kanji for "house, family" (家 ie) and "to enter" (入 iri), and her first name contains "nitrate" (硝 sho) and "child" (子 ko)

Her surname is a reference to the TV series House, M.D.,

Her first name can be read as (硝 (しょう) 子 (し) shōshi), which translates to "glass" (I'm especially partial to this bit ngl!)

Alias: nah

Ethnicity: Asian (Japanese)

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ :

She's very much social... eater; meals were *the* time she and her family spent together when she was little and even though that time is far in the past now, she still struggles with her appetite a lot when she's completely on her own.

Doesn't use perfume ever.

Her one big ambition was to find a way to imbue objects with reversed cursed technique, cursed tools style, so those can be used for healing; she's now pretty confident it'll never happen, if only for lack of time to truly conduct studies on it.

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ :

Riding her bike(s); cross-country as well as through the city. It really helps her calm her mind.

Drinking herself silly.

Reading, non-fiction and fiction.

sɪx ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇs / ʟᴏᴠᴇs :

Herself. She's no wolf, but no sacrificial lamb either; while not particularly vain, you'll find her valuing her life and her time rather high. Satoru and Suguru, the creator and the destroyer to her preserver; she will always love them even when she can't like them. Utahime, technically older than Shoko, but you better believe she's protective about her. Nanami, possibly the only sane Jujutsu Tech alumnus. Ijichi, total catch.

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛs :

Never making sure Suguru was unsalvageable before or after his death.

Having to sleep at all, really. If she could stay up 24/7, she would.

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs :

Astraphobia - the only proper one she has; just yeah, let her hide herself somewhere without windows when there is a storm coming, pls and thank.

People taking correlation for causation. Fr fr

#;headcanon #i had too much fun with this one ohmy #if only i could have as much fun writing down all the things i have figured out for her hehehehhhh~~ #relied on my take on dynamics for canon dynamics for the six people part for safety; of course details will differ for written relationship

[somekindofadeviant]

Can't stop thinking bout The Judge. Supposed proof that Angelus is incapable of any 'humanity', literally the judge says there's no humanity in him, none, he's clean. Often extrapolated to indicate he's always been so. But I just. I can't. We see him burn Dalton. The reason? He's full of feeling. He reads. Uh huh. Angelus, sans-soul, loved to draw. He was moved to tears by the ballet. Wept 'like a baby'. Spike and Dru are susceptible because they share affection and jealousy. Argue all ya want about whether it was love or not, but Angelus and Darla sure as heck shared affection, and there was just oodles and oodles of jealousy with the Immortal. I'd go so far as to say there's affection for the whole of his immediate family - as messed up as those relationships were and much as he enjoyed to torment, we see moments of plenty affection between all of them. There's a reason not only Dru but Spike too is initially gleefully happy to see him return to the fold (and when they meet in the submarine too). Like, this isn't a 'who's the better/worse' vampire post. Ain't about ranking. The bar is 'is Angelus capable at all of these feelings' and I think he absolutely is. So now, like, the obvious Doylist thing is, clearly they didn't plan any of his later character development in season 2. They wanted a quick way to show a) Angelus had no soul anymore, and b) he's the worstiest worst vampire to ever worsen and we should be hyped and/or scared for what's bout to go down. It was hella effective. But things did change over the years and retroactively, it don't stack up, and I always love a good Watsonian explanation when possible. I'm interested to hear people's takes. Maybe the Judge is full of shit and there's a little more to the qualification process for burning. Maybe there's some correlation ≠ causation going on in regards to that affection/jealousy/feelings thing. Personally I wonder if the curse had anything to do with it - that him being devoid of humanity now (well, in the late 1990s) in the immediate aftermath of losing his soul due to the clause of a curse he been under for a century designed to torment, doesn't mean he wasn't capable of any of those feelings then. Or even that he never would be. Just that in the initial aftermath, there's an emptiness. And I wonder too if killing Darla didn't help create that little void, that hollowness, where affection used to be alongside the evil. Or maybe the Judge is full of shit.

#angel #angelus #fanged four #btvs #ats #buffy the vampire slayer #angel the series #back on my dumb shit #i just #my man CRYING at the ballet

[whatwewishwesaidandothersecrets]

I’m pretty sure there’s something wrong with me that makes people want to hurt me. Everywhere i’ve gone there’s been someone whose hurt me in some way and it’s happened so many times that it must be my fault

In science there's a phrase: "correlation does not imply causation". It means that just because things seem to happen together doesn't mean it's because of each other.

There are always going to be assholes, people who want to hurt others just because they can. And just because they hurt you, doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. It's more telling of who they are as a person than what's wrong with you. I know how it feels, but please do not let anyone, not even yourself, convince you that there's anything wrong with you. You're amazing <3

#I don't know what to say so I'm sorry if I said they wrong this but trust me you're not the problem #I'm sending love <3 #safe space secrets #you're not alone #asks

[pathfall]

two | seven

I'm not old, except maybe in a relative sense, but I can tell you I genuinely never expected to live past the age of twenty-seven.

Not that it was a case of me intentionally offing myself, but I was maybe fourteen when I saw that specific post. Maybe you've seen it, maybe it's still making the rounds whenever someone -

I saw it when Amy Winehouse died at twenty seven and I'm not completely sure that it was something that particularly affected me, as I wasn't a big fan or anything but I heard "Valerie" for the first time at the highschool rock show, I fell in love with that song, moreso at that instance, because of cadence or tempo it was played at, honestly, just the performance I felt sent an electric current through the audience. Maybe it was just me but -

The post basically shows you a list of famous people, "legends" as the post would have it, who all died at around twenty-seven. Ah sorry, I just looked it up and its more than just a post, Rather than a post it's maybe more known to you as the twenty-seven club. I don't know why that post stirred something in me, I definitely wasn't old enough to know about bias or statistical significance... or maybe I was but simply had not been taught it at whatever level of maths I was taking and I think I pretty easily suspend disbelief, in general, all I know is that I also wanted to die at twenty seven.

It's a relatively common thing to mix causation and correlation and very human to seek patterns, though in this case you basically have to ignore almost every other person that was famous that died earlier or later because the data is so heavily in favor of "no... there's no 'curse' or phenomenon that takes the most talented or impactful of us before our time". Fair enough. But I didn't know that then, all I knew in my very bones was that I was talented and would be famous and impactful and loved and cherished and eventually, I hoped (for some morbid and maybe maudlin reason) that I would also be taken to wherever comes next at twenty seven.

the truth is, as you can probably guess... none of that came true.

I've always been obsessed with fame, and especially interested in my own; to fill some sort of hole that almost every person has in the place of self-love or self-respect. I want you to know I don't say this out of any self-pity I'm particularly aware but as an uncritical statement of my subjective feelings; I've always wanted to be loved by millions because I could never love myself. I wanted people to be proud of me because I could never be proud of myself - anything remotely resembling it repackaged into enough layers of irony or pseudo-irony that if I was able to transfer it to you, you would recognize it as shame. Because I was supposed to be better? Better than what AND WHO AND WHEN AND HOW GOD I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF CHASING SOMETHING OR SOMEONE THAT DOESN'T EXIST. I wanted to be famous, because I thought that being famous meant being perfect in the eyes of enough people that I didn't have to look into my own eyes in the mirror to try to find anything resembling self-worth. All of this background :) to say that I'm twenty-seven, not famous, no major world impact and not dead (yet, for that last one). And I'm happy. Or at least I'm fine with that. I don't care if I become famous or become a "legend" whether that's while I'm alive or - a teacher asked me when I was ten whether I'd rather be like Van Gough or Britney Spears in terms of fame. Meaning, respectively, would I rather be famous after I died or while I was alive --

(I'm guessing "Toxic" wasn't as influential for people at her age - and we have to remember that this was early internet: we still felt that, I think at least, old model of popular fame being transient rather than something I'll eventually run into again on my TikTok "For You" page in a every couple of years: "Remember this?", in white text printed onto a black background as I watch Britney and her snake hang out and be sexy -- in my heart of hearts I knew 1 billion percent I'd rather be famous while I was alive, to be able to capitalize on it - clout, money, everything. What the fuck is the point of having it after you die? But I knew the right answer was Van Gough because, you know... "impact on art", "timelessness", "classic". The idea that you live on until the last time your name is spoken is one I've clinged onto when I've had sudden existential crises or were afraid of death and so its not hard to see why Van Gogh is an arguable answer but c'mon...

You respect Wozniak and Tesla so much once you dive deep into their stories, but at the end of the day... you want to live like Jobs or Edison. That's the goal.

Despite no longer particularly wanting to be famous, I would like to have any one of their impacts on the world, it's just that I'd also rather... benefit from it as much as possible -

dead. I do look over some parts of my life with regret, I do think I've only really started learning and understanding diligence, hard work, taking the initiative, pushing opportunities as far as they can take me, at the end of the day I don't particularly mind if I'm never particularly someone worth remembering outside of my immediate social circles.

billions of people have lived in this world. billions of first kisses have been shared, nights out spent roaring with laughter amongst friends, hugs holding both parents tight, proud art, inventions, community programs, businesses and more. all but a miniscule percent are remembered today. an even smaller amount en masse. of the billions of people, a scant few are remembered today.

but those billions did live. those events happened. at one moment time, in a specific place, there was absolute sheer radiant joy felt between two specific people laying side-by-side, telling each other "I love you" for the first time. and the fact that neither of them were famous, that neither of them would be remembered after their grandchildren passed didn't matter.

even without the memory of it being held, in that one frozen moment in time, it happened. in the span of their lifetime, they were. even after the last time your story is told, the last time your name is said. even after the last human draws their last breath, the last sentient species loses their sentience, the sun explodes, the earth is obliterated and whatever comes next comes...

you were. i was. and at some frozen moment in time, we were.

[araiz-zaria]

...is it just me or was Sherman really close to some Navy peeps?? 🤔

#not art #nothing of significance ofc 😅 #william tecumseh sherman #william t sherman #i mean first he was buddy buddy with david dixon porter #and then he and ellen became godparents to one of john dahlgren's sons #...granted that it might show ellen and madeleine's relation more... #and then #minnie and ellie got married to navy boys!!! #i mean sure correlation doesn't always mean causation #but still... #and as always #I have to dig down on this 🤔 #wt sherman #union navy

[flauntpage]

The Jets Will Stink, But That Doesn't Mean They Are Tanking

The New York Jets are not going to be a good football team next season. This was not news before Tuesday, and it's not really news today. But they will in all likelihood be a worse football team than we originally thought. The Jets abruptly released veteran linebacker David Harris and later announced that they would either trade or release—we're gonna go ahead and guess "release"—veteran wide receiver Eric Decker. This after purging Nick Mangold, Darrelle Revis, and Brandon Marshall.

The Jets were always going to be rebuilding this season—that is what you do when you add Josh McCown to a quarterback depth chart that includes Bryce Petty and Christian Hackenberg—but the timing of these most recent moves is weird, even for the Jets. Decker's eventual departure makes more sense, he's coming off hip and shoulder surgery, and the QB choices don't necessarily point to a high-flying offense that could use a veteran WR. Losing Harris, though, makes less sense. He was by all accounts, a model player—slowing down in age, sure, but a productive member, a leader on the field, and just about the best you could get off of it. Releasing him now, reportedly after contract restructuring talks broke down, seems like a shitty move, but the fungible nature of human football playing machines is always lurking in the NFL.

The eventual transactions eventually will save the Jets more than $13 million against the salary cap, which doesn't really do anything for them at this point in free agency (unless they are looking for recently available veteran linebackers and wide receivers). Unless another team has some shock releases of their own this summer, this is the team going forward. The plan is quite obviously to get younger, and the prevailing theory is that the Jets have now officially tanked the upcoming season in hopes of securing a franchise quarterback with a high pick in next year's draft.

Maybe that is the case, but forgoing a whole season for the sole purpose of a literal crapshoot seems like the kind of thing that gets you fired. The common response is "yeah, but this is the Jets," which is certainly earned, but also a historical franchise narrative imposed on a general manager and head coach who have been there for two years. If you're looking at your roster on Monday, and you know you play in the same division as the New England Patriots, you know you aren't going anywhere next year. No one even thought of this team as a Wild Card contender, so what are we even talking about here?

The answer to What Are the Jets Doing could be as simple as flipping roster construction on its head. Your plan can involve being not good without it being about tanking. By virtue of the plan you will almost surely get a good pick, but correlation and causation, etc. This time of year, teams are generally evaluating their rookies and young talent to see where they fit in among the veterans. After the March purge of Revis, Mangold, Marshall, the Jets are clearly evaluating their veterans first, to see who is worth keeping, and thus blocking a young player's development. The leash is already short, so take a look at them in OTAs and if you don't think they're going to justify the cost of keeping them at the expense of the development of younger, cheaper players, cut them loose.

This team has literally no expectations. One NFL executive thinks it might be "the worst roster I've seen in a decade." So why waste money, and more importantly NFL game time on older guys who will help you win, what, six games? Why not let every young player on your roster get accustomed to the NFL without a veteran delaying that process. That way you have something to look at when building the team going forward.

As a fan, this is a shitty, cynical way of thinking about your football team, a cynicism imposed by owners hoarding money and imposing a salary cap, but I will by God talk myself into optimism for the Jets. In fucking June, at least.

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