alexkablob:

swan2swan:

You know what?

I’m no longer holding Star Trek or Star Wars “accountable” for their clunky-looking sixties-and-seventies future technology.

Why?

Because the Enterprise is off on a years-long voyage through space. There’s no Verizon store, no Radio Shack, no Geek Squad out there. If the Klingons fire photon torpedoes and the bridge shakes and Spock’s head bangs against the fancy iPad72 touchscreen and cracks the glass, the ship’s toast. If Han Solo’s fingerprints get all over the starchart and the touch-calibration is off by half a centimeter, the Falcon is going right into a star. But if Mister Worf accidentally twists the command knob too hard and pops it off, he can just screw that thing right back on and it will keep working. Dust gets in there? Take it apart and clean it out. All the plugs are big and universal, all the power cells are functional and have a decent battery life, and nothing is built to expire in the next six months so you have to buy a new one.

That tech isn’t anachronistic or suffering a bad case of Zeerust–it’s practical, effective, and it works. Apple tried launching its own space exploration craft, it had to come back for full repairs within three months, and then it had to be upgraded over the next two.

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But this? This is just good, long-lasting, fully-functional, and reliable craftsmanship.

The actual real-life space shuttles’ electronics looked pretty much like that for their entire lifespan and this is exactly why.

pride month ask game

twinkpride:

🌈 – what’s your orientation and gender?
🌹- what would be your ideal date?
💘 – what personality traits are attractive to you?
💋 – what do you find physically attractive?
🐻 – what is your favourite animal?
💭 – when did you realise you were lgbt?
💌 – what makes your heart melt?
🎤 – do you have a favourite lgbt song?
🍀 – what’s your fav thing abt being lgbt?
🌠 – advice for young lgbt people?
☁️ – where do you see yourself in 5 years?

dark-haired-hamlet:

robertbobberson:

because-cur-non:

dark-haired-hamlet:

dark-haired-hamlet:

I think it’s very important to remember that the United States only exists today because of a 1770s gay sex scandal.

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In 1777, the US Continental Army was in rough shape, consisting of poorly provisioned and poorly trained men that really just wanted to go home. Because the idea of a cohesive US was new, many of them considered themselves to be fighting for their individual colony’s freedom and were not happy to find themselves several states over freezing and starving to death.

Enter our man, Friedrich Wilhelm von Steuben (usually called Baron von Steuban).

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Baron Von Steuben was an extremely accomplished and brilliant Prussian military strategist and commander, having served as aide-de-camp to freaking Frederick the Great and done all sorts of awesome military shit you can go look up.

There was just one problem: Baron von Steuban was very very infamously gay. Like. One of the most explicitly, openly-acknowledged gay historical figures in pre-nineteenth century history. Very gay.

This created a HUGE scandal in Prussia, and Baron von Steuban was all but chased out of the country once the gossip broke out. Looking for refuge and still wanting to make a name for himself, he took up an offer from Benjamin Franklin to volunteer with the American revolutionary effort and was eventually promoted to Inspector General of the Continential Army [essentially Washington’s #2].

To make a very long military history story short, he basically single-handedly saved our asses. He trained the American soldiers to perform drills, fight in tactical formations, preserve and protect supplies, and strategize. He led the military in decisive battles and decisions that turned the tide of the war in our favor. Every American public school kid learns about him as one of the most important military figures in our history, and almost certainly the reason we won the American Revolution.

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[This pic is much nicer about his nose]

So like…without that sex scandal he would have never fled to the United States. We would have never found another guaranteed non-treasonous, highly skilled military leader to work for the US Continental Army for free. All the soldiers would have eventually AWOLed from their ranks and gone home (it was already beginning to happen). There would be no America as we know and understand it today.

Interestingly, although the US Continental Army did target and punish men for having sex with each other, they turned a very blind eye to Baron von Steuben’s public posse of sugar babies protégés. Later in his life, he actually “adopted” some of his lovers (of a range of ages) so that under American law, they could inherit his estate after his death. His whole life is really fascinating tbh & I’d recommend reading up on it a bit more if you get the chance.

Von Steuben also wrote the military Blue Book!  Parts of it are still used today!  My dad served as an officer in the US and German armies decades ago and he was pleasantly surprised to find similarities in the training manuals he was supposed to use because they were both based off of the same guy’s text.  Growing up, von Steuben was the only military figure he’d talk about because he’s a giant hippie but also his family was originally from Prussia and therefore he liked him a lot.  He was very pleased to find out a couple years ago about the gay sex scandal thing.

military excellence is gay culture

Happy Pride Month, y’all!

Oh prompts yay! Finn discovers he has the force while on the Falcon talking to Rey? Thank you!

naberiie:

Yes!! Thank you for sending this in; I’m always down for writing more Force stuff 💗😊 @finnreyfridays


Finn frowned at the Wookiee’s unconscious form, snoring
softly on a medical cot far too small for him. Only when he was certain that
Chewbacca really was asleep did Finn stand and stretch. Beebee-ate whirred
quietly up at him as he stalked over to the bench nearby and almost collapsed.
Now that the adrenaline had worn off, now that they were well on their way to
Solo’s mysterious friend, Finn let himself relax.

“Hey.”

He opened his eyes. Rey stood in the doorway – covered in
sweat and grime, and maybe a little bit of Rathtar guts – staring at him with
soft brown eyes, a nervous smile on her lips. He sat up and smiled tiredly back
at her. “Hey.”

“How’re you doing? That thing, it grabbed you pretty hard…”

Finn winced. “Uh – now that you mention it-”

Before he could finish the thought – his entire body was
bruised, everything ached now that the adrenaline was leaving his system – Rey had
crossed the room and was pulling out the remnants of the medpack he’d just used
on Chewbacca. She sat down close to him. “Here. Let me help.”

Finn stared at her, and then leaned against the back of the
dirty seat. He peeled up his blacks – First Order blacks; he made a mental note
to look for another shirt, any other shirt – and Rey clicked her tongue as she
examined him. “Bruised pretty bad – but nothing’s broken?”

He flashed her a semi-confident grin. “Nothing’s broken.”

She pressed her lips together in a shy smile and her dark
eyes flicked down to her work. For a moment, the only sound in the room was Chewbacca’s
impressively soft snores.

And then.

It took Finn a moment to realize that someone, somewhere,
was singing.

He sat up a little straighter, startling Rey. “Hey-”

Shh – quiet,
quiet.”

Rey stilled her movements, and as Finn watched her,
realization slowly dawned on her face. She looked around in surprise, a medical
gauze bundled in one hand – the other cool and yet somehow also burning hot on
Finn’s skin – as she whispered under the melody, “You hear it too?”

A warmth grew in his chest, deep in his blood. His skin
tingled, his mind stretched as the song filtered slowly through the Falcon’s airflow. He couldn’t tell where
it was coming from, but…

But something told him that it was coming from everywhere.

discworldtour:

His eye was caught by the top sheet of paperwork in his in-tray.*

*Vimes maintained three trays: In, Out, and Shake It All About; the last one was where he put everything he was too busy, angry, tired, or bewildered to do anything about.

– on filing |
Terry Pratchett, Thud!

pizzahualcoyotl:

miss–kiwi:

scullysthumbtacks:

the monty hall saga

please watch brooklyn nine-nine

hoooOw dare you detective diaz i am your supIORIOR OFFICER! (BONE!!!!)whathappensinmybedroomdetectiveis none of your business (!boOoOoNE?!) dont, ever, speak to me like that again.

I’ve already reblogged this scene but the last comment is a masterclass in punctuation and vocal emphasis.

Ireland’s darkest, oddest and weirdest secrets uncovered

surroundedbyselcouth:

“Half a million pages have been digitised by the National Folklore Collection, of which more than 100,000 pages have now been transcribed by volunteers, revealing the fairy situation in every townland, the types of leprechaun and butter churn common to each area, the names of people who tried to steal gold and what happened to them, or who had relationships with mermaids. There is material on local cures, holy wells, strange animals, travelling folk and spirits.”

Ireland’s darkest, oddest and weirdest secrets uncovered