fun fact: on the Good Place podcast, Jason Mantzoukas said many of Derek’s lines were written by putting dialogue through google translate several times, which is definitely how they got this sentence.
Europe is currently being burned alive and people still think climate change is a joke. It’s warmer in North Europe than in the middle eastern deserts.
Nearly all northern countries broke their decades old heat records this week.
Its only in the low hundreds in farenheit??? In America we get that for like a month or two straight every year??? Y'all need to deal is it really normally so cold over there that yall can live with a little heat???
If you’re gonna have an ignorant American attitude then please only stay on American posts. No one in North Europe has an AC in their houses. Stores, animal shelters, elderly houses, no one has AC. the houses are designed to keep the heat in. The people are not accustomed to the heat. A sudden climate shift like this is extremely dangerous to older people and babies specifically.
There are programs being run to inform elderly people what to do to not die in this heat. There was a heatwave in the Netherlands in 2010 in which approximately 500 more elderly people passed away than normally.
One thing people don’t often appreciate is that the southern US states are along the same latitude as the Middle Eastern deserts, rather than northern Europe. We’re not competing with Texas, we’re competing with northern Canada. If Saskatoon can’t handle Mexican weather, London can’t handle Middle-Eastern weather. It’s not built for it at all.
very helpful and informative graphic
“Low hundreds” are deadly here too, it’s just that pretty much all American homes have air conditioning (even if it’s just those loud shitty microwave sized units you stick in your windows) because they’d be uninhabitable in the summers without them.
Now imagine someone said all of this after the pacific northwest heatwave.
Repost, Tumblr has been glitching a bit lately. I wanted to add some extra thoughts.
“Lord and Lady of the Fright Zone“, standalone work and an illustration for my fanfic. Featured in @maireadralph‘s Entrapdak Zine; this is the full piece. Hordak ought to have been wearing a black crown, but I ran out of time, as the first two designs didn’t quite match my mental image. Perhaps that’ll materialize in some upcoming piece.
The background appears rather more dramatic than originally intended, but after sampling some colors from Hordak’s hair and cloak lining, I ended up with this smoky sky looming above a tenebrous, rocky barrenness surrounding the capital of Hordak’s dominion. I’m still relearning digital painting, and have some issues with light sources, but it’s coming together step by step. I’m quite happy with the result here, even if the background illumination ought to create additional shadows.
I have gotten some questions about the height difference between Hordak and Entrapta again, so I have included a screenshot from “Signals” on which the current arrangement is based, among other S2/S3 scenes. My Hordak has “gained” some height since the first drawings a year back, and he’s a few inches over seven feet tall in his current form. While I grant him quite a bit of muscle mass, his arms are still atrophied and protected by the exoskeleton, beneath which artificial muscle groups enhance his strength. I was going to post sketches of my hc’s concerning the functionality of the entire ensemble some months back, but ended up detailing it in the fics instead.
Hordak’s royal uniform was inspired by G2/MOTU 200x, and Entrapta’s by that of late 19th/early 20th century aristocratic fashions. I’ve sampled the colors directly from her coveralls and accessories, however aiming for a regal look befitting the Queen of Dryl.
Today, on this fateful day in sex ed, I have to teach 25 9th graders how to put condoms on wooden dicks without losing my composure. Wish me luck lmao
Now to find a way to discreetly transport this entire drawer to the other side of the building…
Today went well overall. Lots of great conversations took place alongside some… very silly ones lmao.
Here are some highlights from this morning’s lesson:
Me: *removes the wooden dicks from my bag and slaps them on the table*
Students collectively: o_O
That one student: nice
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Me: *demonstrating how to put on a condom*
Also me: *puts it on wrong the first time, even though I practiced twice beforehand* So everyone, here we see what not to do. Let’s try that again
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Me: *finished demonstration, holding a sheathed wooden dick* so what questions do we have about condoms before I unleash you all to practice on the models?
Student: *raises hand* yeah, I’m wondering how you’re feeling about your life choices up until this point?
Me: o-o
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Student 1: *raises hand* miss, why are the condoms so… slimy?
Me: thats lubricant, it helps get rid of friction that might cause discomfort during intercourse.
Student 2: *raises hand* can you use lube on a slip and slide?
Me: *genuinely considering the possibility*
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*during a conversation about excuses people have heard for not wearing condoms*
Student 1: I had a guy tell me he was too big to fit in a condom
Me: *opens a condom, puts entire forearm inside and pulls it up to my elbow* here’s why that’s not true
Student 2: I once saw a video of somebody that put an entire watermelon in a condom before, so unless that dude’s got a watermelon shlong, that’s cap.
Me: *slowly losing composure behind my mask* you have the right idea, but let’s refrain from using the word ‘shlong’ in class, please.
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Me: what are some ideas of things we can say to people who try to pressure you into having unprotected sex?
Student 1: tell them you don’t want their penis cooties!!
Student 2: penis cooties? Pretty sure that’s just herpes
Me, internally: like… you’re not wrong
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Me: alright everyone, time to return the wooden models up front. Remove the condoms by firmly grasping the base of the model and sliding it off. Don’t forget to throw it away please!
Student 1: FIRMLY GRASP IT
Student 2: idk if I can return it now, miss. I’ve become attached to mine(the wooden dick)
Student 3: yeah, most men are
Me: *trying to keep a straight face*
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Student 1: miss, why are the wooden dicks so shiny when you take the condom off
Me: oh, that’s just the lubricant from the condom.
Student 2: so you know you put the condom on right if your dick is shiny after?
Student 3: yeah! If your dick is shiny, you’re doing it right
Me: *trying to keep my composure pt. 36716159* uh, yeah that’s not necessarily the case. You see, these models are wooden. Penises are not.
Student 3: then why is it called morning wood?
Me: *internally self destructs*
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Me: *casually wiping off the lube from wooden dicks w/ a paper towel before returning them to my bag* so what questions do we have about the use of contraception?
Student: miss can you please not make eye contact with us while you do that?
This is gonna be a world heritage post, I just know it.
Rolleyes, laughter and even a bit of envy at getting things this much out into the open.
In a manner of speaking… :-P
*****
The only sex-ed I ever had at school was a single class in Third Form (13-ish to 14-ish so AFAIK equivalent to 8th grade / Year 9).
The class was an Extra Subject run by the same teacher who ran the twice-weekly Scripture class
(Scripture was part of our set curriculum, human biology wasn’t)
and the vague, unfocussed information he provided was to sex-ed described in the OP what a packet of past-use-by peanuts is to a pizza fresh from the oven.
*****
I’ve never made up my mind if Mister Scripture was shy, innocent, naïve or embarrassed but one thing’s for sure, 90 minutes of birds, bees and Bible quotations (none of which included The Song of Solomon) weren’t a good basis for reassuring a class of young male adolescents adrift without a map on a simmering sea of hormones
about why Things Happened whether wanted or not.
For instance there’s nothing even slightly erotic about going up to demonstrate a maths problem on the blackboard, yet if Things Happened in the ten steps between desk and blackboard, they required a quick sidestep behind the teacher’s chair before turning round
to face the (co-ed) class.
Mister Scripture didn’t offer a single Bible verse to explain that awkward phenomenon, and if he did, I missed it.
Yet he went on to marry Miss Geography, who wwas the epitome of TV Trope Hot Teacher (with a bit of Hot Librarian because of her specs) and when she got hitched to Mister Scripture it seemed likely to all of us that he knew rather more about the Extra Subject than he’d ever mentioned.
(Funny thing, many years later I saw the Belgian bande desinée “Le Petit Spirou”, and though everything’s exaggerated up to eleven for comedy - those stocking tops, for one - Spirou’s teacher is distinctly familiar.)
On the rare occasion during that 90 minutes when Mister Scripture got out of his Book and into physical reality there were several pupils, including me, who could have told him that The Higher Mind can say what it likes but The Lower Body
frequently
won’t pay attention.
Especially when going up to demonstrate continental drift on the wall-map in Geography class…
But we didn’t, because we were as shy and embarrassed as he was, and some who were less widely read (cough) might even have been
naïve
and innocent.
*****
Anyway, it all happened a long time ago, and it’s well known that the Past is a foreign country. They do things differently there. :->
Doesn’t matter, sweetie. You’re a natural talent and even a clued-in instructor would have had nothing to teach you. :)
