I remember someone posted an article once about how during victorian times i think the tuberculosis “look” became the new beauty ideal for women, like unhealthily skinny, pale skin, glowing (with sweat due to fever), rosy cheeks, etc and i for real think about that almost every day because its like. We never had a chance lmao
DUDE I DID A WHOLE PAPER ON THIS. It was a huge Romantic fad for both men and women. It was considered specifically the poet’s disease (the umbrella “artist’s disease” was syphilis, so many composers had it holy shit, it was probs why Beethoven went deaf) and women and poets were seen as especially susceptible because of their sensitivity specifically, not necessarily miasma. It got to the point of popularity where a good poet and handsome man were both consumptive that none other than Lord Byron once wrote to a friend that he wished he had it cause then he would get all the ladies. Alexandre Dumas wrote about the same thing when he was remembering his youth in Paris. This wasn’t just England, it was all over Western Europe. (Also fun to look at: the treatments and prescriptions given by doctors to cure tb, I ended up banging my head against the wall when I was researching it)
hi. i dont usually respond to posts like this but like. whats your fucking problem. how are you just gonna take this historical fact that beauty standards glorify this “ideal” body that actually in reality can be the result of a devastating illness or otherwise just malnourishment or illness in general and use that for your au of kylo fucking ren. who do you think you are im so pissed off right now
*inhales deeply, tries to not send a FICTION ISN’T REALITY XOXO reply*
hi, i don’t usually respond to posts like this but like. you went totally out of your way to annoy me and try to accuse me of ED apologism, what is SERIOUS AS HELL and completely IMPOSSIBLE to justify
“whats your fucking problem” you accusing me of making ED apologism bc i like romanticism and its aesthetics
“how are you
just gonna take this historical fact that beauty standards glorify this “ideal” body that actually in reality can be the result of a devastating illness or otherwise just malnourishment or illness in general and use that for your au of kylo fucking ren
“ BECAUSE MY AU OF KYLO FUCKING REN [i liked that, gonna use that] IS SET ON THE ROMANTIC PERIOD and yeah, he pretty much fits the stereotype
“
who do you think you are” an artist/ficwriter who enjoys his historical accuracy, enjoys his personal preferences and ENJOYS KNOWING FICTION ISN’T REALITY, a thing you clearly don’t know
im sorry you have to deal with an ED, but please, stay the fuck away of my historical fiction.
even with those four numbers there are countless possible combinations good luck with figuring out which one is the right one you punk
*straightens calculator*
It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This mean that there are:
n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.
Unless an alarm goes off if you don’t get it right in 3 tries
*straightens calculator again*
Kick the fucking door in
well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. and this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, thats most likley it.
some sherlock holmes shit just went down over here
No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.
Sherlock out.
woah.
it got better
and this is why the sherlock fandom could either rule the world or end it….
Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 – a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.
Those deductions are great and all, but unnecessary.
The light is green.
The door is already open.
And that’s why we have a John Watson.
This is “top 10 favorite posts” level.
Omg, it’s actually on my dash! This post is like a fossil!
I was last at work on Thursday last week and I had two jobs to take care of. One was a poster I had to send for an event on November 11th and the other was something for another event on November 8th but the one for the later date was more important so my boss told me I can’t even go home until I’m finished with it. (But then they also started closing the building so I had to pick up my work laptop and finish work at home :3)
I finished it, yay!
So today when I’m at work again I start taking care of the usual business, birthday postcards (don’t ask) which need to go out on Tuesday or Wednesday (latest), then I have a consultation with my boss about the November 11th thing, he also gives me another task connecting to the November 8th thing, commissions me to make a whole-ass graphic for the November 11th thing too, so I start working on these.
Ten minutes later I shit you not this was at around 9AM (I start work at 7:30) he enters my office to tell me I need to find certain papers connecting to a balls-old process about a dude getting hurt on the worksite (where he wasn’t supposed to be so it’s quite illegal and mehhgfdkhlfjdklsg) which happened like, before my time, because it happened in 2016 February and I’m only doing this department since 2017 May, and the papers connecting to the case are from fucking 2015 March when I wasn’t even working there. So anyway, he tells me to find them, then I don’t, because our office just had a re…doing… whatever, and so even the girl who was doing that department at the time couldn’t tell us where the papers are because it’s all been fucked up since.
So at around 10AM I’m like fuck it, I need to make some progress with something so I go back to the other projects, then my boss comes in and tells us (three of us in one office) that nobody’s allowed to do any other work until we find the papers. He literally says the words “this overwrites every other job you have” to my face!!
Shit you not we spend the whole fucking day searching through every nook and cranny of the damn place, people from other offices are helping out too, it’s that big. So it’s past 3PM now (work ends at 4PM), we find some papers but others come up that need finding as well that we just absolutely will never (because they don’t exist because the dude wasn’t supposed to be where he was when he had an accident whaaahhh), the notary (my secondary boss) makes me do some more paperwork connecting to this case, it’s a whole thing, at this point the three of us in the office are laughing out of misery, it’s… you know, it’s actually quite a bonding experience.
My boss (the primary one) enters the office several times and sees me look for the papers even way past 3:30, right, he sees me working alongside the notary.
So then at 4:07 I’m taking my Several Coffee Cups out to the kitchen, having given up for the day as the office is about to close and all. So fuckin… let’s not even mention my spine hasn’t had rest in over two weeks and I was lifting heavy documents and leaning forward and squatting the whole frikken day which is LOVELY… so I walk past my boss’ office on the way to the kitchen and he’s like “how’s it coming along?”
And I’m like… “what’s coming along how?”
And he’s like “whatever you were doing all day”.
*inhalation*
bbBBBBIHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
So I tell him we’ve been looking for the papers since 9 FRIKKEN AM. And he just looks at me like I was supposed to simultaneously work on the other projects while turning the office upside down. I swear he thinks I do nothing all day.
This damn 4-day weekend can’t come any faster but in the same time I have so much stuff to get done before ;_; Also to not even mention my primary job in this office is organising our manual workers’ days off, their attendance sheets, making sure their salary reflects their sick leaves, their absences, whatever, making sure the damn… work… journals are all filled out (I have journals from MAY I haven’t filled out yet okay??????? I JUST DON’T HAVE THE TIME!!!) and I… I just can’t… it’s too much, I’m just so done ;-;
Um… how the fuck is there a lure on an unreachable pokestop? Like, I’m watching this thing, and there are no boats near it. Why is there a stop even out there?
I mean, I have a kayak at home. I could go get it and paddle out there just to see what the deal is. Is it worth it?
I AM FUCKING DOING THIS.
I am literally sitting here in a kayak catching pokemon, and I still can’t figure out how someone got a lure on this pokestop. It’s just me out here, no other boats, like what the hell. People on the shore are staring at me. I can feel them judging me for actually paddling out to this pokestop. GOTTA CATCH EM ALL.
When I got back to the shore, a guy asked me if he could borrow my kayak to get the pokestop, and now I’m charging people $10 a pop to use it.
Pokemon is amazing this is like those moments when you would play the games and you gotta use “Surf” to see what item’s on the sandbar across the way
My first instinct was to dismiss this as a fabrication but then i remembered that summer 2016 was just like that
I miss summer 2016. It felt like an innocent fun time.
Pass Through Fire 