The combination of all of the aspects, all of the people Dipper cared
about, all of his nightmares reciting his summoning chant in unison was
too good for the demon to ignore, despite the lackluster sacrifice (a
few drops of blood from Acacia, a few odds and ends found in pockets and
the room, not enough for the demon even if the blood alone, being from a
nibling, would have been enough to draw Dipper into the physical world
in a rush).
Besides, it wasn’t like anyone else was going to summon the demon
anytime soon, given they were all trapped inside this combination of
mindscape and Gravity Falls, the price of being separated.
He appeared in the circle in a spiral of smoke, in a fountain of
sparks, more brutal and efficient than Dipper’s usual showy entrances.
He was already smirking, a taunt ready on his lips over the summoning,
over the sacrifice, over bringing him into the heart of their sanctuary
that he couldn’t have entered on his own, when the binding circle hit
him and his eyes went wide.
With a screech of rage that shattered glass and nearly sent everyone
tumbling away from the circle, each of them held upright by the
nightmares, the demon flung himself at the edge of the binding circle.
“If a society puts half its children into short skirts and warns them not to move in ways that reveal their panties, while putting the other half into jeans and overalls and encouraging them to climb trees, play ball, and participate in other vigorous outdoor games; if later, during adolescence, the children who have been wearing trousers are urged to “eat like growing boys,” while the children in skirts are warned to watch their weight and not get fat; if the half in jeans runs around in sneakers or boots, while the half in skirts totters about on spike heels, then these two groups of people will be biologically as well as socially different. Their muscles will be different, as will their reflexes, posture, arms, legs and feet, hand-eye coordination, and so on. Similarly, people who spend eight hours a day in an office working at a typewriter or a visual display terminal will be biologically different from those who work on construction jobs. There is no way to sort the biological and social components that produce these differences. We cannot sort nature from nurture when we confront group differences in societies in which people from different races, classes, and sexes do not have equal access to resources and power, and therefore live in different environments. Sex-typed generalizations, such as that men are heavier, taller, or stronger than women, obscure the diversity among women and among men and the extensive overlaps between them… Most women and men fall within the same range of heights, weights, and strengths, three variables that depend a great deal on how we have grown up and live. We all know that first-generation Americans, on average, are taller than their immigrant parents and that men who do physical labor, on average, are stronger than male college professors. But we forget to look for the obvious reasons for differences when confronted with assertions like ‘Men are stronger than women.’ We should be asking: ‘Which men?’ and ‘What do they do?’ There may be biologically based average differences between women and men, but these are interwoven with a host of social differences from which we cannot disentangle them.”
revolutionary idea: pet ownership is not a human right.
cats scratch. dogs bark. certain rare pets are not adapted to living in a regular domestic setting. if your home is not suited for an animal to express their most basic natural behaviours or your situation makes absolutely predictable traits into dealbreakers, then you should not have that kind of pet. “but i want one” is not an acceptable excuse for owning an animal you won’t provide for.
I don’t even know. It’s from a book about languages my friend’s been reading. (it’s creepy that I can understand it …)
It was actually invented with that purpose: anyone who spoke any European language should be able to understand esperanto. It was meant to be a lingua franca.
STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING Y’ALL AND TELL ME IF YOU UNDERSTAND THIS
I,understand about a half of it, I speak some dutch
“What Happened? Did your computer catch a virus? Did you suddenly develop BSE [mad cow disease]?”
Between German, English, Latin, a bit of French, Dutch, Spanish and Italian that was actually pretty readable to me.
I speak English and a very little spanish, and I can read it.
Speak English, know some Spanish and German. I could read this without much hassle and now I’m in awe.
So this is basically this is the equivilent of common
This is fuckin with me like,,, what if this is future basic in the trek universe.
I speak some French and Spanish (and a little Latin). I understood like 90 percent of this.
My first language is English, I know a few scattered words in Spanish, French, and German. Stumbled a couple times, but the meaning is clear!
This is cool as long as the EU doesn’t enforce and mandate it as “Globish”.
This is super cool; with my English, high school Quebecois, and a little German from my dad, I can understand virtually the entire thing!
It’s not Esperanto, though; it’s Europanto. Esperanto (a made-up language) was, I believe, designed to be easily learned; there are no weird rule violations or what.
Europanto, though, is designed to take advantage of Europe’s shared linguistic heritage, in such a way that you don’t *have* to learn it; as the book says, if you can read any one of those European languages, and maybe have a smattering of some of the most common words of any of the others, you ought to be able to follow along, almost instinctively. Which is rad as fuck.
this is amazing and if this is the future, I am 100% on board
I don’t even care about the prosperity. I’ll never not reblog Nazi scum getting what they deserve.
The fact that he puts his hand up all “don’t touch me” when he’s wearing the insignia marking him as part the Nazis – the organization that inflicted the largest campaign of purposeful physical violence on innocent people of all time – is a display of revolting cowardice and hypocrisy the likes of which I cannot recall. The justice dealt is swift and sweet.
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