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Ad Astra: The Theory Of Relativity | An interstellar Ateez story Part I (Words 1322, Warnings: None)
The Earth is dying. My family all turned into farmers, like everyone else's. The world didn't need more engineers or pilots, we didn't run out of planes or computers, we ran out of food. First it was wheat, then rice, then barley. One by one the virus wiped them out and we had to keep finding crop to withstand the constant mutating viral strains. Eventually, it was just corn and dust. It was suffocating and everywhere: in our hair, on our skin, in our lungs. My father prepared us best he could but we knew it would only be a few years before we succumbed to starvation, if the dust-lung didn't get us first. -KJH, deceased, 2028
Hongjoong shuffles into the kitchen, savouring the quiet stillness of the early morning dawn, even if the cold bites at his skin. He removes the plastic coverings from the stovetop, taking care to gently wipe off the dust so it doesn't fill the entire room. The pipes groan and clunk as he lets the tapwater run for a few murky seconds before filling the kettle. There's not much of a breeze this early but the corn crops outside their back window seem to peacefully sway in the morning light, their contentment belying the struggle it takes to ensure their ongoing existence.
At least they have crop this year. There was decent rain, half of it acid but the corn still survived, which not only meant a steady source of food but also employment. Hongjoong checks his bookings for the day and its three back to back requests for crop duster maintenance. He'd rather be in the air then on the ground, but these days, nobody is getting what they want.
There's the faint sound of escalating bickering from the rooms above him, and predictably, the pounding of two sets of feet down the stairs seconds later.
"Hongjoong, tell Wooyoung that ghosts aren't real." It's Yunho, Hongjoong's younger brother, who turns eighteen in a month but already thinks he's the man of the house. "He's too old to still be thinking like a baby."
"I'm not a baby! Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it's not real!" Wooyoung replies tartly, sitting down at the dining table with the kind of dramatic huff that only a fourteen year old could summon. "It's not my fault you're so stupid!"
It's like this most mornings and even though he's only twenty-four years old this year himself, Hongjoong feels all the heaviness that he guesses must come with parenting two opinionated boys. He wonders how on earth their parents had once managed with all three of them.
"Wooyoung, don't call your brother stupid." Hongjoong admonishes, internally groaning that he can not only hear his Dad Voice come out but that he even has a Dad Voice in the first place.
"But-"
"..and Yunho, why can't you just let him have his own fun? Who cares if you believe in ghosts or not, the point is that he does, so leave him alone."
Wooyoung sticks his tongue out at his brother across that table. Yunho simply eye rolls but doesn't argue back, instead he drags his tall gangly frame over to help Hongjoong with their breakfast, not even asking for instructions because he's finally learnt the ropes after years of having it repeated to him.
It sometimes strikes at the most random times but little moments like this are how Hongjoong can tell how grown up Yunho really is. For all his contrarian tendencies, he really has grown up, both physically and emotionally, since their parents died. It gives Hongjoong a surge of immense pride whenever a moment like this happens.
Breakfast is a simple meal built around necessity and sustenance for the day and like with all their meals, there's rarely any room for luxury or requests. Both boys have had their moments of throwing tantrums over the lack of choice and variety but Hongjoong is grateful they've grown out of that behaviour. He hates not being able to do a damn thing about it anyway.
Yunho is in his last year of high school now and thinking seriously about the future. Wooyoung on the other hand...
"There's a parent teacher meeting tonight." Yunho says, as they get into Hongjoong's pick up truck for the drive to school. "You have to go to it this time or they'll unleash the social worker on us again."
"Yeah yeah, I know." Hongjoong sighs as he reverses down their dirt driveway. "What time is it again?"
4pm. And apparently not a second later.
"Kim, it's 4:35pm." Yonghwan frowns disappointedly, which is quite the feat since he's their town's youngest science teacher and accustomed to being disappointed daily. "These meetings are important to us and Wooyoung's future, even if you don't seem to acknowledge that yourself."
It takes physical force for Hongjoong not to storm out of there.
"Yes, sorry Yonghwan. I had three back to back jobs today, it-"
Yonghwan sighs and waves off whatever excuse Hongjoong had on the tip of his tongue. "Save it. Let's get straight to the issue here: Wooyoung is failing science."
"What?!" Hongjoong laughs incredulously. "Wooyoung? My Wooyoung? That little science nerd is failing it? How the heck is that possible?"
Yonghwan's lips purses into a grim line before sliding a piece of paper across the table. It's a test with Wooyoung's name on top in scrawly black pen and a bright red C right next to it. Before he feels the need to defend the little menace, Yonghwa simply tells him to read through the questions.
Oh.
"Yes." Yonghwan says in a weary tone. "He is questioning the validity of the questions and then protesting why writing a correct answer would be possible in the circumstances."
Hongjoong resists the urge to laugh.
That little shit.
Yonghwan takes back the paper from Hongjoong and reads one test question out loud.
In basic terms, explain how Albert Einstein disproved Isaac Newton's Theory of Gravity.
Yonghwan clears his throat, "And the answer he wrote was: there is a special hell for people who pit two geniuses against each other in a science test like this. TLDR: mercury's orbit."
Hongjoong can't contain the cackle that comes bursting out.
Yonghwan sighs and shakes his head again. "I'm glad this amuses you but it definitely doesn't amuse any of his other teachers and is unlikely to amuse the university boards when the time comes."
University would not be for another three years but every mention of time has Hongjoong on edge. Nobody on Earth has time. Time is the one constant that can't be reversed. Gravity is a spectrum, depending where you are in the universe. Distance can be reduced and erased to zero or lengthened to infinity. But time? Time only goes forward. There is no theory, no laws, no equation to reverse or control time.
"He's not wrong though." Hongjoong counters, suddenly feeling sober. "Newton's theory is why we can have a space program. Einstein just course corrected. I don't see why Wooyoung needed to fail the test because he was a little shit about it."
Yonghwan's withering gaze from across the teacher's table makes Hongjoong feel like he's back in high school all over again.
"Listen, Hongjoong," Yonghwan starts, tone as patronising as his placating hand movements. "I understand that you were once a very bright student, I know you were in the pilot program but times have changed and we-"
"Actually I studied engineering too." Hongjoong retorts. "You know I gave that up to manage the farm and the kids when our parents died of dust-lung. So don't talk to me like I'm stupid okay?"
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Wooyoung is leaning against their pick up truck when Hongjoong is finally done with the parent-teacher meeting.
"Well? How did it go?"
Hongjoong clears his throat and opens the doors.
"I got you suspended."
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qqueenofhades · 2 years
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Just did two tests and guess who is finally officially negative 🥳🥳🥳
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endusviolence · 2 months
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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?
I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?
In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".
Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.
This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.
Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.
The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.
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[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]
There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.
This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.
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[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]
As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.
But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?
Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.
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star-mail · 7 months
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part 1 part 2 [ extra: 1 & 2 ]
did i mention noodle bites alot (he loves me i swear)
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ikiprian · 2 months
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Barbara Gordon's Coding & Computer Cram School is a popular YouTube series. Tucker Foley is a star student.
Barbara Gordon's Cram School posts free online courses for both coding and computer engineering. Think Crash Course in terms of entertainment, but college lecture in terms of depth. Hundreds of thousands of viewers flock to it— students who missed a class, people looking to add new skills to a resume, even simple hobbyists. It’s a project Barbara’s proud of.
Sometimes, when she wants to relax, she’ll even hop in the comments and spend an afternoon troubleshooting a viewer’s project with them.
User “Fryer-Tuck” has especially interesting ones. Barbara finds herself seeking out his comments, checking in on whatever this crazy kid is making next. An app for collecting GPS pings and assembling them on a map in real-time, an algorithm that connects geographic points to predict something’s movement taking a hundred other variables into account, simplified versions of incredibly complex homemade programs so they can run on incredibly limited CPU’s.
(Barbara wants to buy the kid a PC. It seems he’s got natural talent, but he keeps making reference to a PDA. Talk about 90’s! This guy’s hardware probably predates his birth.)
She chats with him more and more, switching to less public PM threads, and eventually, he opens up. His latest project, though, is not something Barbara has personal experience with.
FT: so if you found, hypothetically, a mysterious glowing substance that affects tech in weird and wacky ways that could totally have potential but might be vaguely sentient/otherworldly…. what would you do and how would you experiment with it. safely, of course. and hypothetically
BG: I’d make sure all my tests were in disposable devices and quarantined programs to keep it from infecting my important stuff. Dare I ask… how weird and wacky is it?
FT: uhhh. theoretically, a person composed of this substance once used it to enter a video game. like physical body, into the computer, onto the screen? moving around and talking and fighting enemies within the game?
FT: its been experimented with before, but not on any tech with a brain. just basic shields and blasters and stuff, its an energy source. also was put in a car once
FT: i wanna see how it affects software, yk? bc i already know it can. mess around and see how far i can push it
BG: […]
FT: … barbara?
BG: Sorry, thinking. Would you mind sharing more details? You said “blasters?”
Honestly. Kid genius with access to some truly wacky materials and even wackier weapons, she needs to start a file on him before he full sends to either hero or villain.
[OR: Tucker is a self-taught hacker, but if he were to credit a teacher, he'd name Barbara Gordon's Coding & Computer Cram School! He's even caught the attention of Dr. Gordon herself. She's full of sage advice, and with how she preaches the value of a good VPN, he's sure she's not pro-government. Maybe she'll help him as he studies the many applications of ecto-tech!]
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Vivisections are like gay sex to me
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riumeri · 9 months
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invisibility tactics for physics-inspired psychics
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Workaholics Anonymous 
Science Major: Man, I sure wish I had time to enjoy college but I have so much studying and homework to do. At least I'll get an easy high paying job after, right?
Physicist: I think I have a pretty good work life balance (does not, actually) and I think my grad students should have the same work life balance (which is not having that)
Astronomer: I work *about 40 hour weeks, but sometimes there are hours are in the middle of the night 'cause, y'know, stars. But who needs a consistent sleep schedule, really? Not me. I got Redbull.
Geologist: Sometimes I get to spend 15 hours a day wandering through the desert in severe weather conditions looking for cool rocks! also I have to like survey the land or whatever so I can get money
Chemist: Oh, you know, my PI only lets me see my family at night for dinner, then I have to come back and sleep in the lab, but overall I’d say I’m not too stressed.
Physician: Well, I had to work really hard, so why shouldn't everyone else have to work even harder? I'm sure the patients could only benefit from everyone being sleep deprived.
Biologist: I work so much I don’t even remember the last time I wasn’t working.
Science Major: huh?
Biologist: I MUST OBSERVE THE CRAB AT ALL TIMES. I OBSERVE THE CRAB EVEN AS WE SPEAK. IF I DO NOT PUBLISH 60 PAPERS ON CRAB BEHAVIOR BY NEXT YEAR MY COLLEAGUES WILL SENSE MY WEAKNESS AND DEVOUR ME ALIVE, LIKE A PACK OF STARVING CRABS
Computer Scientist: Um… I work from home for at most 8 hours a day then play video games
Biologist: *licks lips*
Computer Scientist (Game Dev): I would murder you if I wasn't so... oh there I go- *passes out from exhaustion (hasn't slept or touched grass in five years)*
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alphynix · 5 months
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Last week I mentioned the one oddball dinosauriform that had crocodilian-like osteoderm armor, so let's take a look at that one too.
Lewisuchus admixtus lived in what is now northwest Argentina during the late Triassic, around 236-234 million years ago. About 1m long (3'3"), it was an early member of the silesaurids – a group of dinosauriforms that weren't quite dinosaurs themselves, but were very closely related to the earliest true dinosaurs.
(They've also been proposed as instead being early ornithisichians, but we're not getting into that today.)
Much like its later silesaurid relatives Lewisuchus had a long neck and slender limbs, and was probably mainly quadrupedal, possibly with the ability to briefly run bipedally to escape from threats. Its serrated teeth suggest it was carnivorous, likely feeding on both smaller vertebrates and the abundant insects found in the same fossil beds.
Uniquely for an early dinosauriform it also had a single row of bony osteoderms running along its spine. Although it lived at close to the same time as the similarly-armored Mambachiton their last common ancestor was at least 10 million years earlier, and no other early dinosaur precursors with osteoderms are currently known – so this was probably a case of Lewisuchus independently re-evolving the same sort of feature.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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+3 friendship with Jin Ling: He actively tries to dissuade you from further embroiling yourself in the homosexual allegations.
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obaewankenope · 21 days
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so idk if any of ya'll knew but apparently Voyager 1 has been out of contact with nasa for the past five months and contact has only just been reestablished! it takes 22.5 hours to send messages to Voyager 1 and another 22.5 to receive messages back. this little machine has been telling us about instellar space (space between systems) for years now and a chip responsible for sending the data packages stopped working so nasa scientists figured a work around that actually managed to work and now, now little Voyager 1 is going to be able to talk to us again.
like i'm so genuinely happy about this and like we really are the generation that fell in love with little robot explorers aren't we
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good-chimes · 2 years
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Okay, so, a summary of the Scar & Tubbo livestream:
Tubbo is extremely excited to meet Scar
Scar has no idea what they’re doing
They have picked a challenge world in which lava is constantly rising
Tubbo picked this world
Tubbo did not read a tutorial and has no idea what they’re doing either
They totally fail to gather appropriate resources
Scar uses this time to successfully convince Tubbo that fireflies now exist in Minecraft
Scar attempts the double-life dripstone trick on Tubbo
They scaffold up above the lava. Scar nearly dies about five times. They escape to the nether, nearly dying again when Scar puts the lava bucket in the wrong place.
Tubbo: “Er, I’ve just had a discord message from Grian that just says Welcome to my world.”
Tubbo: “Also my chat keeps telling me you betrayed me??”
Tubbo destroys the nether portal back “until we’ve talked this out!”
Scar: “I haven’t betrayed you!”
Scar: “Grian will vouch for me!”
Grian has left the chat.
Scar reluctantly admits that they didn’t put fireflies in Minecraft
They leave the nether for the lava-world again and realize they’ve won
Scar falls into the lava by accident and Tubbo dies trying to save him.
Grian enters voicechat and proposes a therapy group of people who have had to keep Scar alive.
Tubbo immediately volunteers to join this.
Grian re-convinces Tubbo there are now fireflies in Minecraft.
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yangjeongin · 2 months
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HYUNJIN BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN (2024):  ↘ D-DAY | HAPPY BIRTHDAY HWANG HYUNJIN❣️
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beechaotic · 1 year
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Okay, but humans have a very faint bioluminescence. We can’t see it, but it’s there. What if other aliens could see it and thought we just KNEW we glowed? It’s a huge evolutionary disadvantage and stuff, so it wouldn’t make sense. So aliens are confused why we glow and humans are confused because “we glow??” For example:
Alien: Human, did you notice that you are glowing much brighter today? It might be a disadvantage if we get attacked later.
Human: I’m sorry, I what? Humans glow in the dark??
Alien:…Yes. I thought you knew this? Every member of your species glows. I’ve also noticed that the stronger the glow, the healthier the human mentally and physically.
Human: Um, hang on, let me just ask the scientist on board. I knew humans were weird, but not like this.
Alien:…You don’t see that you are bioluminescent?
Human 2: Oh yeah, humans do glow like that. Well, it’s too faint for our eyes to see, so most people don’t know.
Alien: HOW.
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juststuffshere · 2 months
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this came to me in a dream
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bioluminesced · 3 months
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the cat’s cradle
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