Protean Sea pages 12 + 13
Hey, @thededfa (and everyone else)!
Did you know that Protean Sea is a reimagining/reboot of Thermohalia? And is one of the most gorgeous comics being drawn right now?
I kind of compare the art to @mooncalfe, if only because the lush beauty hits me the same way. And the faces!
NATIVE AMERICA – Groundbreaking New Doc Series Combines Modern Science and Scholarship with Native American Traditions and Oral History to Bring to Life the World Created by America’s First Peoples
[ All Episodes Streaming For Free PBS.org! ]
“Weaving history and science with living indigenous traditions, the series brings to life a land of massive cities connected by social networks spanning two continents, with unique and sophisticated systems of science, art and writing.
Made with the active participation of Native American communities and filmed in some of the most spectacular locations in the hemisphere, NATIVE AMERICA reveals an ancient and still thriving culture whose splendor and ingenuity is only now beginning to be fully understood and appreciated. […]
Narrated by Robbie Robertson (Mohawk and member of the famed rock group The Band), each hour of NATIVE AMERICA explores Great Nations and reveals cities, sacred stories and history long hidden in plain sight. […]
Inventive animations by Academy Award-nominated artists and 3D computer modeling bring ancient ruins to life, enabling viewers to experience the pre-Columbian world in an immersive way. The result is a new window into a 15,000-year-old story that unifies North and South America and resonates to this day.” [source]
I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!! WATCH THE TRAILER!!! 4 episodes have aired so far and you can watch them on the link above! Aho!!!!!
[First image has Jason grinning at the viewer. His hand is on his neck and his hair is artfully tousled. He says: ‘ … so I’m like your Lazarus Pit?’
Jason’s smile disappears and he looks embarrassed: ‘Sorry, that was stupid. Let me think of ano-’
A cartoony Dick is behind Jason. He’s grinning goofily and pointing to his smart phone, which is repeating, ‘your Lazarus Pit? your Lazarus Pit?’
Dick: ‘Loool, guys, who wants to hear Jason’s lame joke!?’
Tim, from offscreen: ‘Is it worse than your puns?’
Damain, also offscreen: ‘Must be. I want to hear!’
Artist has written ‘Thank you!’ in large letters.
[End ID.]
The Aurora and the Sunrise : On the International Space Station (ISS), you can only admire an aurora until the sun rises. Then the background Earth becomes too bright. Unfortunately, after sunset, the rapid orbit of the ISS around the Earth means that sunrise is usually less than 47 minutes away. In the featured image, a green aurora is visible below the ISS – and on the horizon to the upper right, while sunrise approaches ominously from the upper left. Watching an aurora from space can be mesmerizing as its changing shape has been compared to a giant green amoeba. Auroras are composed of energetic electrons and protons from the Sun that impact the Earth’s magnetic field and then spiral down toward the Earth so fast that they cause atmospheric atoms and molecules to glow. The ISS orbits at nearly the same height as auroras, many times flying right through an aurora’s thin upper layers, an event that neither harms astronauts nor changes the shape of the aurora. via NASA
helly-watermelonsmellinfellon:
OMG THAT’S SO CUTE 😍😍😍
I like that they get to decide which form of greeting they want. Each kid has different limits and this allows them to establish boundaries and personal space and determine which they can handle from others.
[Video shows a line up of young children, ready to go into class. Their teacher stands at the door to greet them. The children each touch one of four images on the wall. The teacher will then greet that child with a high-five, a hug, a dance, or another option we don’t see (maybe a elbow bump or bow?) Afterwards, they excitedly run into class.
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for a Humans are Weird story.
So human babies REALLY need to be touched. Its totally critical for development. Small babies can literally die if you don’t cuddle them enough.
But imagine that the aliens are more like reptiles, in that they just sort of hatch and their parents feed them or stay around (and presumably, like, educate them, since they’re intelligent aliens), but don’t carry them around or cuddle in the same way.
So one of them gets stuck with a human baby that they’re responsible for and of course, they go ask a xenobiologist or someone ‘what do you do for a human baby, they’re all weird and squishy’.
And the scientist says: well, you have to stroke them. Like actually pick them up and stroke their skin.
Why, says the alien, what could that possibly accomplish. Does it make their skin tougher. Will they grow proper scales.
No, no, that’s just what human skin is like, you just… you have stroke them or they won’t grow right. They get a stroking-deficiency and can die.
Suddenly our obsession with petting everything makes sense to them.
“Why do they ask to pet our fur? Why do they touch every animal we find? Humans are so strange!”
“No, no, Pod Leader, we have discovered the reason for this. Humans require tactile contact for health. Their young will actually die without frequent touchings of skin, Even as adults, their health deteriorates if they are isolated from touch. Human Technical Adjunct Rupert is trying to nurture us and preserve our healthfulness with this touching they offer.”
“… they actually believe that touching our fur with their grubby paws is healthful?”
“For humans, Pod Leader, it is.A little unsanitary, we are understanding the reservations, but it is kindly meant. We think it is actually very nice of Human Technical Adjunct Rupert to be so concerned with our healthfulness.”
“We are still not sure we believe this. That sounds like a weak attempt at deceit to us.”
“Let us show you this vid of humans nurturing their young, it is very instructive.”
Some time later, Human Technical Adjunct Rupert is bewildered but pleased to find that fur-petting is now encouraged provided they have washed their paws. This seems reasonable to Human Technical Adjunct Rupert.
I LOVE THIS ADDITION SO MUCH!
Sometimes I don’t. There are some days when I don’t get out of bed, can’t open my inbox, can’t read one more news story, can’t take one more step.
On those days I let myself feel it. The agony of knowing. The anger, the fear, the sense of failure, the weight on my shoulders. I let myself cry over old heartbreak and new hurts. I let myself rage and gnash my teeth. I feel it all. And then I make sure to come back.
I make myself tea. I read a story in which things change for the better and so do people. I watch something with a hopeful ending. I pet my cat. I read messages of thanks and encouragement from people whose lives I’ve touched. I go find examples of people doing good, and I remind myself about what Gandalf told Frodo, that there are forces besides the will of evil at work in the world.
This is what works for me. Some people need to keep moving steadily forward or suffocate. Some people hibernate and come back rested. Some people find strength in community, give and receive energy. Some people do what I do and give themselves time to feel it. And then we get back to it.
When we encounter a person or situation, confront it, we leave it changed. I don’t think any effort is ever for nothing. Our words can be seeds or a pebble in a shoe. We can be a signpost pointing to a path that was previously unseen. Even if someone doesn’t turn down that path, they know it’s there. One day they may return to it. The most important thing to remember is that the stories we pop in and out of will go on and span out far beyond us and that what you started will likely be finished by someone else.
And some people are just awful. Ignorant, callous, cruel. Some stories are too big and too established for us alone to change. But there’s power and value in standing up to those ones, too, and a chance that, in time, many could succeed where one failed. That’s when it’s heartening to have fellow activists backing you up. To remember that your words are a small, incredibly valuable contribution to the collective effort that changes the world.
You are not alone. Reach out, if you can, and you’ll hear how very many people feel just the same way. I find that comforting, myself. We’re not alone in this. It’s not all on me. It’s not all on you.
I mean technically yes but also War Games is shit and also major character assassination all around so we ignore it.
I once put together all the ways I could think of, that we could reverse the Batkids. Not randomly mix them up (there are a LOT of interesting ways to do that!) but reverse them in a logical manner. (Screenshots aren’t described.)
I also explored how I thought the Batkids would respond to the Lazarus Pit and being the second Robin.
The Canadian province of Manitoba, fed up with Ontario laws restricting the cross-provincial sale of eggs, copied the Ontario laws, sued itself all the way up to the Supreme Court, and got those laws deemed unconstitutional in ALL provinces.
[Image just shows the text and a government building that I don’t recognize.]
Written for @brambleberrycottage for @cerusee‘s GoFundMe drive. I uh, let the word count get away from me.
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Dick Grayson & Jason Todd
Hurt/Comfort, Fantasy Horror***
There it was again.
Dick Grayson leaned on the railing of the yacht, tumbler of ginger ale cradled against the palm of his hand, and squinted at the dark bay water.
Again.
A sliver of light reflected off something in the distance, and in the murky midnight of the water’s surface, the glittering shine turned to metallic red and green.
Dick straightened, one hand gripping the polished rail. He peered hard into the night, cursing his useless tux and the lack of gear he regretted not hiding on his person. Some collapsible binoculars would be great right now.
Without taking his gaze off the spot— it was still fragments of familiar red and green— he set the tumbler down on the lilting deck. The rolling was too gentle tonight for the glass to slide very far; it was a perfect night for a charity dinner on the bay. It had been clear all evening, and now the moon was full and bright overhead.
In the moonlight he saw a hand raise out of the water and it pulled at him, the sense of emergency forcing every other thought out of his mind. His nimble fingers unknotted his tie and he tore off the jacket, too, kicked off his polished shoes.
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