the origin of the disease




  • Masamune: If Ieyasu and Mitsunari were both drowning, who would you save?
  • MC: Well, both duh.
  • Masamune: No, but you could only save one of them.
  • MC: Hmm, I would probably save Mitsunari then, because I know Ieyasu is an excellent swimmer.
  • Ieyasu: ..suppose I was holding an anchor? Who would you save then?
  • MC: Well, why don’t you let go of the anchor?
  • Ieyasu:
  • Ieyasu: It’s a family heirloom.
  • MC: I’m leaving.

Bytesized Doodles 340 – The Fox and The Rose Garden –  A timid young fox made his way through a rose garden in search for a gift for his love.

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Stefan Karl Stefansson, famous for his role as Robbie Rotten on the children’s TV show LazyTown, has seemingly made a miraculous recovery from cancer.

A few months ago, the 42-year-old was reported to be in the “final stages” of liver cancer, but he has since told RUV that he is cancer free following two surgeries.

He was originally diagnosed with bile-duct cancer (cholangiocarcinoma) in 2016.

“The damn disease is gone,” he said. “Until it comes back, whenever that will be, which will hopefully be never. Life is now. It’s almost a miracle that I’m still here.”

According to reports, he is now working on a stand-up comedy routine which will poke fun at him living with cancer.

[Rhodey opens the door to Tony’s apartment to see Steve on his doorstep after civil war]
Steve: Hi, is Tony here?
Rhodey: Yes.
Steve: Can I talk to him?
Rhodey: No. You can talk to me.
Rhodey: What do you want to talk about? Life? Love? Common symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases?

Tuskegee syphilis experiment- Between 1932 and 1972, The U.S public health service conducted a study on a rural black community living in Tuskegee, Alabama. The purpose of the study was to observe the natural progression of syphilis in African-American males, however the disturbing factor was how deceitful the programme was to an already poverty-stricken community.

201 men signed consent forms to be apart of this. All of which were under the impression that after the disease had been injected into them, they would eventually be treated and cured. This never happened, even though penicillin was widely available. Free medical care, meals, and free burial insurance were issued to the participants for taking part in the study. After funding for treatment was “lost”, the study was continued without informing the men they would never be treated. 

Here’s the really sick part: None of the men infected were ever told they had the disease and were originally told that they were part of a treatment plan for “bad blood” (which is essentially a local term for general fatigue and anaemia). After 40 years of exploiting basic human rights, the victims of the study included numerous men who died, 40 wives who had become infected and over 19 children born with Congenital Syphilis.

And here it is!! I tried my hand at lineless art and I think it looks alright? I just wanted to draw an avatar for this blog and it turned into this lol ( @bleusarcelle are you happy lmao I was originally gonna do a hanahaki disease icon ) but yeah I really like how his hair turned out actually! And as promised, here’s the Redbubble link –>

Bucky: The first time you saw me, I bet you didn’t think: “We’re going to be great friends”
Tony: The first time I saw you, I wished you’d go back to Russia. You know I don’t like change.
Bucky: I grew on you, though.
Tony: Eventually. Like moss, or a skin disease.

I’ve seen a lot of complaints about the word “goyim” or “goy” that it’s a “derogatory term for not jews”. I’ve heard other people say that it makes them uncomfortable, or makes them feel “othered”.

Let me just address those things piece by piece:

The word goy translates as “nation”, and while it is often used to refer to non-jews, in liturgical text it is almost as often used to refer to the jewish people. It is true that In colloquial and secular speech it means “non-jew”, but that in itself isn’t derogatory. It’s perfectly normal for a minority group to have their own word which describes “anyone who is not us” - which is the correct usage of the word goyim. By the way, as far as minority groups go, there are almost as many people in the United States alone who openly identify as gay (and are willing to publicly tell that to pollsters) as there are Jews in the entire world. We represent 0.18% of the world’s population, so you better bet we have a word to describe everyone else.

If someone is bothered that they are feeling “othered” by being called by an exclusive word that means “non-jew”, it means that they are used to everything being about them, and it makes them uncomfortable that for once another group is allowed to have a shared national experience and leave them out of it.

Regarding it being used as a “derogatory term” on this website, it’s very easy to explain why that is. We are constantly harassed by non-jews on this blasted website, submitted gore and graphic photographs of piles of our own dead, given threats about how we are going to be killed in (yet another) genocide. Shot in a firing line, gassed, poisoned, or any other sort of nonsense. And when we’re not being openly threatened, we are being told about our culture and religion (read: goysplained) by outsiders whose entire source on judaism is what they read on the internet. We get our holy texts intentionally misquoted, intentionally mistranslated, and taken out of context in order to paint us as “the ultimate evil” - something we’re familiar with for thousands of years as a blood libel (originally non-jews would take their children who had died from disease - or even kill their own children - and break into jewish households, put their kid in the oven, and then spread news all over town that the jews use the blood of their children to make matzah, resulting in a riot and property damage and massacre of the jewish community in almost every country we’ve lived in, but the basic idea is spreading false information about the jewish people in order to incite violence against us).

Even when we aren’t being targeted by blood libels, goyim generally show a ridiculous amount of ignorance and apathy (i don’t know and I don’t care) about our position (like major national social justice events planned on Yom Kippur and the like).

We do have other hebrew words to describe non-jews. Bnei Noach (noahide), Geir Toshav, and the like. You want to be called by those names instead of “goy”? You have to earn it. Show that you’re willing to be open minded and learn. To be tolerant, and to support us when others are harassing or threatening us. To spread posts about antisemitism as posts of utmost importance, and not just to do it on tumblr. Be a real-life ally to the Jewish people. Until you do that, you’ll forever be nothing more than another goy, just like the ones who threaten us and harass us. Because if you’re not with us, you’re nothing more than a goy against us.

Dragon Age Meta: The Biology and Life History of Lyrium, and Dwarven Physiology

Here is part 2 of 3 treatises on lyrium so far!  It’s nearly 2000 words.  Why am I doing this?  Because science, and I think this is a plausible explanation of how some of Thedas works.  And because my nerdy brain won’t let me rest until I get these headcanons down.

Here is Part 1: Pathophysiology of Lyrium Addiction and Withdrawal.  I’m going to go back and revise it a bit later based on this post as well.

Part 3, Pathophysiology of the Blight Disease and the Origin and Rise of Red Lyrium, has been split off because this is getting really, really long; I’ll post it tomorrow.

ALSO if you actually read this all the way through THERE MAY BE ANATOMIC ILLUSTRATIONS I DOODLED as a bonus!

In Dragon Age: Inquisition, Bianca Davri tells Varric that lyrium is alive, and the cause of red lyrium is the Blight, which only affects living things.

But what is naturally occurring lyrium, anyway?

Lyrium’s most likely analogue in our world is a fungus.  Lyrium does not appear to grow in sunlight, making photosynthesis impossible, and is found deep within the earth, as are many molds, deep mushrooms, and lichens.  Lyrium also shares characteristics with fungi like mycelia, AKA a fungus’ branching, thread-like vegetative form.  There are reports of fungi that may cover over a mile (there is a fungus in Oregon that is believed to be 2.4 miles in diameter and is still only one organism) by way of these projections… which could also be referred to as veins.  Lyrium veins are present in both Dragon Age: Origins and DA2, and it is constantly mentioned that lyrium must be mined, despite the fact that you can walk into pieces of it in the Deep Roads – clearly there must be more, much more, beneath the surface.

If lyrium is a living fungus, that allows it to be infected by the Blight.  

Why hasn’t lyrium been known to be alive before?  There may be several answers for that.  Its fruiting bodies or rhizomorphs (the bits of lyrium that Hawke or a Warden stumbles upon in the deep roads) may be so hardened that it seems like to a soft type of mineral, like talc.  Given that a rhizomorph is made up of millions of tiny threads of hyphae, you could take a rhizomorph and crumble it, and if the fungus is rather hard, it would not seem unlike a mineral.  Keep in mind that no one has developed the microscope in Thedas.  

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Lamia (October 21st)

“Shh,” Mummy says, pressing two fingers to my lips. “You need to be quiet now. Alright, baby? Just…just stay quiet and Daddy will come and get you soon.” Her voice quivers and breaks as tears run freely down her face. Leaving tracks that are immediately washed away by more, staining her pale and sunken cheeks.

“Mummy!” I squeal, unable to contain my panic. “Mummy! Who are those people?”

“Just some doctors that need to talk to Mummy,” she answers, casting quick, nervous glances behind her. The crashes and bangs begin to sound louder in the other room.

“Are they going to make you better?” I ask, hopeful. So hopeful.

Mummy smiles sadly but otherwise ignores my question. Her body seems to answer by rattling her frame with painful coughs she tries to muffle with her hand. The hand curls into a fist once she has finished and drops to her side to hide the effect it has on her. It’s useless though. I’ve seen the blood on her lips too many mornings for even childish ignorance to save me now.

From around her neck, Mummy unclasps the silver locket I have always admired. Leaning toward me she fastens the chain, leaving the pendant to hang just below the band of the mask around my neck.

Then she whispers in my ear, “I love you. Always remember that.”

Quickly, she raises the mask to cover my mouth and nose, places a kiss on my forehead and then she’s gone.

With the cupboard doors shut, I can’t see anything. The strong smell of bleach burns my nose despite the mask. The noises in the other room continue and I strain my ears to try and hear Mummy before jumping back when a scream suddenly pierces the air. I want to call out but I don’t. I want to cry but I don’t. I just wrap my arms tightly around myself and shut my eyes, trying to shut out the world.

More screams. Crashes. Thuds. Each shaking the frame that hides me. I still refuse to give in to my urge to sob and squeeze my eyes so tight I can see stars.

The cupboard doors open again but when I open my eyes it’s not Mummy. It’s a dark monster with empty bulbous eyes and a long nose. Quick flashes of light moving over me burn my eyes like the bleach burns my nose. Behind the monster a bright orange glow appears, making the room hotter as it grows.

“Gotcha!” the monster growls.

A bright light. Rough hands. I can’t breath.

~ from the mind of my alter-ego Sophia Sparks

(Day Twenty-One of Spooky Story Month)