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Because they’ve advanced the success and growth of those fields for just as long as men, even when they weren’t afforded the opportunity, the recognition, or the grants. Onward:

Rosalind Franklin (July 25, 1920—April 16, 1958)

Originally posted by bhagatkapil

Rosalind Franklin was a chemist and, get this, X-ray crystallographer. As far as titles go, you can’t do much better than crystallographer. Her work in understanding the molecular structure of DNA laid the foundation for the discovery of the double helix. She also made significant contributions to understanding the structures of RNAs. And viruses. And coal. And graphite. Her work was not fully appreciated until after she passed away. Two teams of all-male scientists who used her work to discover great things later went on to win Nobel Prizes.

Rebecca Lee Crumpler (February 8, 1831—March 9, 1895)

Originally posted by pylonss

Rebecca Lee Crumpler spent most of her professional life being the first at things. She was the very first Black woman to become a physician in the United States. The first (and only) Black woman to graduate from New England Female Medical College. She authored Book of Medical Discourses, one of the very first medical books written by a Black person. Every obstacle she powered through was done in an effort to provide care for other people. Hero. 

Mary Anning (May 21, 1799—March 9, 1847)

Originally posted by rejectedprincesses

Mary Anning discovered the first full Ichthyosaur skeleton at 11,  the very first Plesiosaur at 22, and then opened up her own fossil store front a few years later. We repeat: She opened up her own fossil store. We could go on and on, but Rejected Princesses (@rejectedprincesses​) already did it best in this biographical comic. While you’re over there, check out their whole archive and the dozens and dozens of women’s life stories within.

Follow these too:

  • She Thought It: Crossing Bodies in Sciences and Arts (@shethoughtit​​) is a database dedicated to shedding light on women making strides in both science and the arts. A whole bunch of great things.
  • Lady Scientists of Tumblr (@scientific-women​​) promises everything you could ever want from a feminist science round-up blog: intersectionality and equal representation of all scientists who identify as female. Hell yeah.
  • Math Brain (@ihaveamathbrain​​) backs the novel idea that women are indeed capable of understanding math. Shocking. With the perfect amount of sarcasm, they tackle the idea some bozos have that women just don’t have the mind for mathematics.

Alright designers you have to scrape off your charred on skin and dirt you’ve had since childhood and create an entirely new ensemble from the jungle around you

Make it work!

Originally posted by doafhat

Daya’s “Sit Still, Look Pretty” is a completely awful song for a wide variety of reasons, but one line that has always driven me particularly insane is “Snow White she did right in her life with seven men to do the chores, ‘cause that’s not what a lady’s for.”

Like wow. Let’s ignore the obvious for second and pretend she didn’t just seriously say that ladies aren’t meant to do chores. I don’t care if you’re a lady or a gentleman, if there are chores to be done you are meant to do them. But no, what really bothers me is her choice to specifically use Snow White as an example. It makes me think she’s not at all familiar with the story of Snow White. Snow White did do the chores. In fact, that is an important part of her story and an important example of her autonomy and strength. In the story, Snow is a young girl fleeing from an evil witch who just tried to have her killed. She is forced to find someway to survive alone and abandoned in the woods. She comes across a lodging where there is potential for food, shelter, and some measure of protection from the witch. Upon meeting the owners of this lodging, she decides to think on her feet and negotiate a living arrangement. The dwarves are hard-working coal miners, but their busy schedules and dirty occupation have led to their house being a filthy mess. Snow sees this need and capitalizes on it by offering her services as a homemaker. She has no money but she decides to barter for sustenance and shelter with her skills, which shows bravery, resourcefulness, and exceptional fortitude in the face of daunting circumstances. She is certainly not less of a girl because she did chores.

But seriously that song sucks so much. “You get off on a 9-to-5/dream of picket fences and trophy wives”?? Are you dating guys exclusively from Mayberry? Who seriously thinks like this? Why would you release a song like that in 2016?


I watched episode one of Ballykissangel and was thrilled to see Glendalough in the opening credits! In 2007, Mr. Birdy and I did a two-week trip to London and Ireland. 

We made a point to visit the Valley of Two Lakes as it is the site of some family history.  Over a hundred and fifty years ago my father’s father’s grandfather’s family were miners at Glendalough. We’re pretty sure that some of the unmarked gravestones beneath the Round Tower are those of our ancestors (not the pretty Celtic cross headstones, just plain old granite squares flat on the ground).

Mr. Birdy was a bit grumpy when we started out that day, as he may have imbibed too much in Dublin the night before, but by the time we had walked the Miner’s Walk, and then climbed up into the mountain he was his old self. 

It was a very good day.


AN: Chapter 1 and 2 were posted separately, but this is the WHOLE fic (chapter 3 included). I don’t know why, but it feels like it belongs all together. Don’t ask me to explain it, because I totally can’t. It just does.

Summary: Neverland is more than a place of adventure and eternal youth. To Lucy, Neverland is home. [NaLu] [Rated T] [Peter Pan AU]

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I am a lost boy from Neverland

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan

And when we’re bored we play in the woods

Always on the run from Captain Hook

“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me

Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free”

–“Lost Boy”, Ruth B.

The first time she sees him she thinks she is dreaming. He is a mere shadow dancing on the moon, his silhouette growing bigger and bigger until he is framed by her bedroom window with a back drop of inky night and bright stars. She blinks, slow and with eyes still heavy with sleep, and he is gone. 

In the morning she thinks that the vision of a pink haired boy must be derived from her loneliness.

The house she grew up in is no longer the home she once knew. It hasn’t been since her mother died. The bustling household has turned stale, the rooms quiet. Mrs. Spetto, her governess, has been fired - the cook as well. The maid only comes once a week now, to dust and do her father’s laundry. Lucy looks forward to her visits, even though she is ignored in favor of getting chores done. It breaks up the monotony of her days. 

At night, usually after dark, her father comes home. He doesn’t say hello, doesn’t ask about her day, instead he walks up the stairs and to his study. He shuts the door behind him. He goes to bed after she has fallen asleep, and leaves for work - or wherever else he goes - before she wakes. She can’t remember the last time they had a conversation. The most she ever hears from him is the sound of his pen scratching against parchment that leaks through the cracks in the copper keyhole.

Still, she is lucky. She is not blind to the children begging outside her front door. She sees them, filthy and dressed in rags, through her bedroom window. She knows that while she is housed by a roof and ornately decorated walls, their home consists of alleyways and makeshift boxes. Many of their lungs are blackened by soot and coal from working at the factories, she can hear it in the way some of the older children cough. As lonely as she is, she knows things can be far, far worse. 

Still - she knows that things can be far better as well. 

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Humandroids and 1st-gen Tactical Dolls

You may have seen them working in coal mines or some human-like robot being waitresses at restaurants, yes they are Humandroids. Invented in 2033, they are the masterpiece of the robotic industry, possess high intelligence in order to assist human, who were on the verge of extinction after the bloody WWIII and ELID infections. They are the main workforce of society today.

The next step would obviously to put a “militarization” chip in a Humandroid, give it a gun, and we have the 1st-gen Tactical Dolls (we usually call them T-Dolls). They were made in 2054, possess the fighting capability of a normal human soldier. Even today, they are the backbone of most PMCs in the world, including our biggest enemy. Luckily, we have a surprise for them.

from the old girls frontline wiki

My Arrow Flies Ch. 1

Hunger Games AU: When Hiccup Haddock is reaped for the 74th annual Hunger Games with Astrid Hofferson, he thought it was the end. All he had to rely on were his crafting skills, a bow, and his meager hunting knowledge. Meanwhile, Astrid Hofferson just wants to survive-and keep an eye on Hiccup.

Read the version here. -katurdi

My arrow flies

Strong and true

I won’t miss my mark

Nor feel any rue

This cruel world

Is all we knew

Our lives painted gray

With a hazy hue

The birds who sing

Haven’t got a clue

Of the lives we live

While they simply flew

We might say goodbye

One day quite soon

To this life we live

And start anew

My arrow flies

Strong and true

My aim won’t fail

Neither should you

Hiccup POV


I cursed under my breath, watching the rabbit I was hunting skitter away. I tossed my long auburn-colored bangs out of my eyes, trudging to the tree my arrow hit. I grabbed the arrow with one hand, yanking it out. I reached back, sliding the arrow back into my quiver. Tightening my hold on my hand-made bow, I silently followed my prey.

I was hoping to make a nice meal for my father- or, relatively nice. We’re used to eating half-baked bread and the meager amounts of grain the Capitol gives us. Why do I want to make a nice dinner? Today is the Reaping.(1) Usually after the Reaping is over, everyone celebrates. Well, almost everyone.

Lucky for me, I know how to hunt. I’m also pretty good at making traps, but someone might find them and take my game. My mother, Valka, taught me how to hunt when I was little. Well, littler. She died in a mine explosion when I was eleven. No one found hers or anyone else’s bodies.

Even though hunting or and even stepping foot in the woods is illegal, I do it anyway. In fact, more things are illegal here than things that aren’t illegal. Some of the many illegal things are owning weapons, hunting, going outside the district, and generally being happy. Sarcasm so included.

“District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in safety.” I muttered sarcastically. I glanced over my shoulder, making sure no one was following me. Even in the middle of the woods, you tend to worry about being caught. Courtesy of the Capitol, of course.

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Idk if if it’s just the editing but something I like abt forged in fire is how they show the contestants helping each other out even if they’re competing with one another like the first time the challenge was having to use a manual coal forge there was a guy that had no idea how to work it and his fire was dying out and a guy that works with coal a lot was like “pull the slide on the bottom to empty out the ash and soot that’s what’s smothering your flame” and another time the second challenge involved making a knife guard by casting it from bronze and two of the guys had never done casting before and the one that works with people that do was helping them by saying stuff like “make sure the bronze is several hundred degrees above melting before you pour it otherwise it’ll start to solidify during the pour and won’t fill the mold properly” it’s like cute

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Based On : “Imagine Dwalin walking you home shirtless and you find it hard to get anything done because you keep staring at his muscular chest”

Words: 1,411
Characters: Dwalin x Reader 
Notes: fluff + some steam 

You looked down at your feet as you walked, nodding in sync with your steps as your shoes hit the pavements with loud clicks, echoing throughout the streets.

The sidewalk glistened with the rain that had fallen over the town of Dale earlier, and the moon that hung in the sky above made it notably beautiful. You welcomed the distraction eagerly, as to keep your prying eyes off of the dwarf that walked next to you. The earlier day had been quite busy- with Thorin Oakenshield’s Coronation coming up and you as head-seamstress, you had been rushing about gathering materials for all the stunning gowns and exquisite suits.

However, you had lost your way and had ventured deep into the south area of the town- far away form where you usually venture. Luckily for you, Dwalin had noticed you wandering about after hours and had offered to lead you home.

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President Trump’s unfortunate and misguided rollback of environmental protections has led to a depressing and widespread belief that the United States can no longer meet its commitment under the Paris climate change agreement. But here’s the good news: It’s wrong… Those who believe that the Trump administration will end American leadership on climate change are making the same mistake as those who believe that it will put coal miners back to work: overestimating Washington’s ability to influence energy markets, and underestimating the role that cities, states, businesses and consumers are playing in driving down emissions on their own.
—  Michael Bloomberg, “Climate Progress, With or Without Trump,” New York Times, March 31, 2017
The Meaning Of "Merit" In The Market

The low wage employee works hard at his job, and contrary to the opinions of some men, so does the successful entrepreneur and businessman.  But it is not actually hard work that justifies the wealth of the rich, or that makes them “deserving” of their wealth; it is the right of property.  

Let us use the example of a  popular actor and a coal miner.  The actor   makes tens of millions of dollars a year, while a coal miner in a certain part of the country makes less then a dozen an hour. Why is this the case ? Does the coal miner not work as hard as the actor? The simple reason for this is because the coal miner himself, dozens of his friends at the coal mine, the workers at the local dairy, the workers at the local diner, and the workers at the local bank all choose to take the money they have rightfully earned and invest it in that actor in order to enjoy his films. If one accepts the principle that the coal miner should have the right to use the money that he has earned digging for coal, however he chooses, then one must also accept the fact that the actor has a right to  the collective wealth that has been willingly invested into him, and into his commercial activities.  

It is only what free men willingly do with their own property that accounts for wealth in a free society. 

stereotypes among the german states

Bavaria: They only drink beer and eat Bavarian veal sausage, Dirndl and Lederhosen, no one can understand their weird accent, yodelling, very wild and proud but also rather “not-so-smart” people, conservative

Hamburg: filthy rich, arrogant, cold, pretty hard to get to know them better because they don’t open up to just anyone, very beautiful women, Fischköpfe (fish heads), tolerant and open-minded

Hesse: they talk a lot, down-to-earth and boring, they drink Appelwoi

North Rhine-Westphalia: loud, sociable, straighforeard, they work in coal mines, weird accent, they absolutely love Fasching, crowded with people, cities everywhere

Berlin: rude af, terrible accent, gruff, working class people,  they have a dry sense of humour, are socialist, and hipsters

Saxony: they speak by far the worst german, they have a big ego and are squarrelsome, plain

Thuringia: hillbillies and tree huggers, sluggish and lazy, boring

Bremen: they’re bad at football but they still love it, sympathetic people who can laugh at themselves, nice humour, Werder Bremen sucks though

Saarland: narrow-minded, german but also french it’s really confusing???, they like eating and talking  (at the same time), smol and they once had a football match against Germany

Baden-Wuerttemberg: a young state, they hate their Bavarian neighbors, Spätzle, stingy but also hardworking and intelligent, yellow feet?

Brandenburg: they act like the people in Berlin but they fail at it, poor and lazy, not many foreigners but all the more neo-nazis, nice sausages, chav

Saxony-Anhalt: the void, it also looks like texas but in smol, silent

Lower Saxony: business-like and down-to-earth, they don’t like fun and fuss, conservative and stubborn

Rhineland-Palatinate: hoggish, very mysterious state no one knows shit about them wow

Mecklenburg-Hither Pomerania: laid-back, farms with horses and cows, they have the Baltic Sea

Schleswig-Holstein: proud and don’t talk much, they have the North Sea, direct neighbor of denmark and just as weird as them, they basically behave like Scandinavians

yr-glasoed-gymraeg  asked:

Hey, I saw that you did the hogwarts houses thing for Team Gold, I was wondering if you could do the same for teams COAL and BTCHR? =3 Also what year they'd be in wrt to RWBY? Also may I use them in that fic I'm gonna right, It totally counts as revision for uni right, I mean Potions is practically chemistry isn't it XD (Long rambling ask is long)

Well, why not do everybody while we’re at it:

here you see A Southern Girl, returned home for the first time in several months — but only for ten days! after which i commence my tour of the post-industrial west, from pittsburgh to manchester to essen —

(this was unintentional. this was so unintentional. i only wanted to bumble around in germany for the summer, and here i am, signing releases that allow me to visit coal mines. i am working in corporate development for the largest coal-mining company in germany. thrilling, i know.)

exited philadelphia in a grand fashion, fresh from a) my magnum opus in semiotics on the Communicative Practices of Particle Physicists (got an A twelve hours after submission. i have never been better at a subject.), b) one lengthy round with my boyfriend on my absent, insufferable, never-does-the-dishes, showers-for-an-hour roommate’s side of the room (is it less meaningful given that she’d already moved out?) and c) “ice-cream flavored” frozen yogurt. what a world.

in any case, prepping for a v. celibate summer by rereading the scarlet letter (of all things); learned that the “broom and mop” are “women’s tools of magic.” take that as you will!