the technological era

How the signs are Misunderstood

Aries~ A lot of people think Aries is a very traditionally “masculine” sign, in the sense that they take control and are very tough. They don’t feelphased by the cruelties of life? Right? Nope, Aries is the baby of the zodiac and approaches life with an almost niave optimism. They are very sensitive, amd while they are very resilent amd strong, people tend to overestimate them. Others tend to put them in situations that deep down overwhelm them.

Taurus~ Some may view this Archetype as very boring, stuck in their ways and emotionally hollow. However, the Taurus archetype tends to express much like a cat.
Their emotions are very internal, steady and subtle. But just because something is subtle… it does not mean it isn’t there.

Gemini~ Two faced. Gossipers. Backstabbers. Boy oh boy, do people love to hate on Gemini. I wonder if it’s just a trend? However Gemini is like a chameleon.
Boundary disillusionment.
Gemini is so easily taken advantage of and confused in this era of technology and social media.
Gemini is actually very free flowing, and stress free when expressed in a healthy way. Gemini can be your best friend, your mother and your wing man all at once.

Cancer~ Overlysensitive, reactive is a better way to put it. The Cancer archetype is very patient, especially with others emotions. They stay calm in chaotic situations. They are your rock and you didn’t even know it, let alone take the time to thank them.

Leo~ Selfish. Leo can be very tolerant, almost to a fault. Leo is very happy go lucky, and wants everyone to have a good time. They are extremely generous, especially with their presence and warmth. They like to make people feel comfortable.

Virgo~ Control freaks. Virgos are very laidback and let loose a lot more than you might think. As long as things have a precise foundation, where they feel safe, why not dance on top of it? Some of the most fun people you will ever meet will have strong Virgo aspects.

Libra~ Hmm maybe Vain? Or shallow? Libra is an air sign. And they think and feel very deeply, they do have an eye for beauty and perfection. They chase after it because why not? Life is short, why not have beautiful things? Libras are very zen and spiritual deep down. They usually only share this with people they are close to, because while they’re friendly to everyone and love to socialize, they also like to keep things to themselves. Libra is actually very private with things they care about.

Scorpio~ Sexual deviants. My god, I could go on and on about this but I’ll spare you. Scorpio is about purity, truth and intimacy.
Intimacy doesn’t always have to be sexual.
For example, A father and his child playing and laughing together; The moment is intimate because their guards are down. There is no facade, or a need to be something your not in order to be loved.
It’s a moment of truth and purity, when humans can truly bond, and love.

Sagittarius~ Wild and free. Not that those are bad things, Sagittarius actually responds very well to organization amd structure. Earth exalts in Sagittarius, while they always seem so carefree, they are very sensitive and put a lot of high expectations on themselves. They feel down when they feel they aren’t fulfilling their highest potential.

Capricorn~ Cold. Standoffish. Capricorn can be so warm and loving it would just blow your mind. While they tend to keep to themselves, They love to have fun. Just keep it simple and let them know a week in advance. They will laugh with you and cry with you and miss you when you leave.

Aquarius~ Know it all. Weirdo. While Aquarius is usually very modern and is always flying forward into the future, They do value traditional things. These things may seem random and misplaced to you, but it makes perfect sense to them. Some see them as cryptic and hard ti understand, but their words flow out so eloquently. So in touch. So grounded.

Pisces~ Self-destructive. Airheads. Pisces can be very into self-help and obscure health facts and practices. For example, using a copper tongue scraper because its good for your kidneys. They love nature and resonate with it so easily. If anything they’re are the most in touch with reality. The reality of emotion. The reality of the things we can’t explain.

Talon: Clawing to the Top

Alright, everyone, craziness went down today, but one of the things I’m most HYPED about is the confirmation that Talon is run by a council of leaders.

Most importantly, these leaders disagree with each other.

This is a big deal.  We know so little about Talon’s structure that it’s great to finally get some news on the internal hierarchy of the organization.  Some of the things I’ve pulled together are statements or implications made by Blizzard, some of it is just putting the pieces together, and a lot of it is pure speculation.  I’ll try to keep it clear what’s what.

To start off with, I’m going to be dropping my main hypothesis:

[Main Hypothesis]: the “global conflict” that Doomfist’s faction within Talon has been trying to spread is the Second Omnic Crisis.

[Subset Hypothesis]: the group within Talon that is trying to prevent this is none other than Sombra and Reaper.

As a sort of guide, when I say [Factual Lore] these are things you can double-check in Overwatch dev interviews, Chu’s GDC talk, heroes’ biographies, etc.  When I say [Implications], I’m talking about trying to read in between the lines, to assess what certain things are trying to hint at or indicate.  When I say [Hypothesis] I’m just speculating and constructing a discussion point.

We’re gonna go way, way far back, all the way to the beginning:

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How the signs are Misunderstood

Aries~ A lot of people think Aries is a very traditionally “masculine” sign, in the sense that they take control and are very tough. They don’t feelphased by the cruelties of life? Right? Nope, Aries is the baby of the zodiac and approaches life with an almost niave optimism. They are very sensitive, amd while they are very resilent amd strong, people tend to overestimate them. Others tend to put them in situations that deep down overwhelm them.

Taurus~ Some may view this Archetype as very boring, stuck in their ways and emotionally hollow. However, the Taurus archetype tends to express much like a cat.
Their emotions are very internal, steady and subtle. But just because something is subtle… it does not mean it isn’t there.

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Explaining Vikings And Other Barbaric Badasses

Now I’m a huge fan of the show Vikings, and my heritage comes from all over the world including that particular line. But my mother repeatedly expressed her pride on 3 of her ancestors, Native American’s, Germans, and the fuck mothering Vikings. It got me thinking… How the hell would we politely inform an alien that our past ancestors not only excelled at torture and bloodshed, but some cultures like Vikings took it to an unbelievable level. I imagine it would go something like so: 

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“Human-Erica, I have a question regarding something we had discussed in our,” Grek’laz cleared his throat and moved one of his elongated arms to cover his mouth, a human like movement he had adopted while attempted to gather his thoughts upon speaking to one of the six humans aboard their ship. “Our um,” he tried to find the right words to discuss what he had learned, “Our Human Cultural Class. It was a brief history detailing the predatory and hearty nature of humans.” 

Erica brushed her hair behind her ear, raising a brow curiously. Grek’laz among many other species had often come to her and the other humans with questions regarding their Death World up bringing, it was rather fun seeing them learn something new about their species. “Grek you can ask anything, I told you all before. What’d you learn today?” 

Grek’laz pointed to above Erica’s bed with two of his tendril like fingers. The tall alien creature easily dwarfed the human before him, but the stories they had heard made him instinctively hunch forward, a method his species used to appear non-hostile. It didn’t help the humans had told him the smaller of their species could be the more violently inclined, a claim he hadn’t yet learned was a joke or serious.  Where he pointed at, there lay a blade behind some ancient and primitive symbol. The blade had strange yet simply carvings, and was rusted by the thousands of years it had been handled by the family. “That weapon, the… You claimed it was a sword, if my words are correct. We learned those symbols belonged to a tribe of warrior humans from you pre-technological era. Called ‘Vi-kin-gs’,” he slowly pulled the words out as he expressed it with the upmost respect. 

Erica kept her brow raised and nodded slowly, “Yes, and?” she encouraged him to continue. 

“We heard that these… Vikings… Were some of the most concerning warriors of their time? But that they… Revealed in battle? Craved it even?” He asked with hope that it was not true. He knew humans were seen as a military force not to be trifled with, but the ones he had known were peaceful, to think there use to be a clan that craved nothing more than battle was, to him, terrifying. 

Erica merely nodded, “Yep, my ancestors were Norse, or viking as they were called as well. They were some crazy bastards, the old beliefs they held said that to enter the highest of the heavens with honor meant you had to die bravely in battle. Only true warriors did. This lead them to be pretty creative, to say the least, in areas of hurting.” 

Grek’laz gulped, rubbing the back of its neck nervously, “I… I do not understand?” He questioned. He was morbidly curious. Though part of him did not wish to know. 

“The Blood Eagle, was something one of my ancestors went through if you want to believe the old tale.” 

“B-Blood Eagle?” He gulped again, “That sounds terrifying alone, dare I ask what it was?” 

“Do you dare?” She smirked, showing off the dense and wicked teeth all humans possessed. He nodded, much to his own dismay. “It was a fascinating process, though admittedly brutal beyond all standards. One of my ancestors had made a grave offense and attempted to steal the land of a Jarl, a ruler of such, and this Jarl was brothers to the King of all the land. My ancestor was punished with the Blood Eagle. It was said if you could take the pain without wincing, you would enter the heavens called Valhalla. But if you winced or cried out, you be damned.” She cleared her throat, hoping to spare Grek some of the details. The Elorians were more pacifist than most species. “They started by cutting your back open with a knife,” she could already see him flinch and look more and more nervous. “They then break open the back of the ribs, sometimes hammering them open. Then finally they pull the lungs out and rest them on your shoulders to look like the folded wings of an eagle.” 

Grek’laz looked as though he was about to vomit, just imaging the process made him sick. “Your ancestor … I weep for the torture, he must’ve been in such pain.” 

“Who knows? Stories say he never even made a sound, other then to scream to the Gods they believed in that he was coming very soon.” She chuckled softly. This was funny to her? Grek was truly terrified.

“Your world truly faced a monster, no offense, Human-Erica.” Grek gulped again in a panic. 

“Oh those were just the Vikings, humans all over the world were doing stuff on that level.” 

“THEY WHAT?!? YOU’RE KIND ACTIVELY TRIED TO FIND MORE CREATIVE METHODS OF INJURING AND HURTING EACH OTHER?”

“Oh Grek … I really hope they tell you about the Spanish Inquisition,” Erica laughed before patting his side, for his shoulder was at least 2 feet higher than her. “I’m heading to the mess hall, join me if you want,” she nodded before making her way out. 

“I believe… I have lost my appetite,” he grumbled quietly. Humans… They were terrifying because they remembered these practices, whose to say they didn’t plan to use them if their enemies deserved it?

tabula rasa

Tabula rasa is a Latin phrase that literally means “scraped tablet”, or in modern English terms “clean slate”. My AP Lang teacher used to constantly say this in class as a reminder for the students to clear our minds, specifically before we would take practice tests. In the era of technology and instant gratification, the human attention span has decreased, and we are always thinking of way too much, and our brains are moving at a thousand miles per hour. When you get too overwhelmed with all that is around you, just set aside a moment that you can have to yourself and make your brain a tabula rasa. Focus your mind, and keep moving forward.

sildae  asked:

Pairings prompt: Well hell. All of them?? (Okay, okay. #2 Rexsoka.) (oh, you think I'm done...?)

Thank you for not going, “1-28. And 33-40.”

2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”


The sharp, unstable shaking of the 501st flagship drowned out the emergency sirens wailing in each cabin and along every corridor, even for Ahsoka’s highly sensitive montrals. Admiral Yularen’s broadcast command of “Non-essential personnel, evacuate to the escape pods immediately,” was certainly lost to the complaints of a damaged ship. But it was impossible to mistake the strobing alert lights, flashing bright orange every ten meters and successfully conveying the immediacy of the situation well before the Separatist droids began trickling in.

Honestly, it was like a bad dream. No matter how many droids Ahsoka carved through, every new corridor brought her face-to-face with more. The task wouldn’t have felt so daunting if she wasn’t the only Jedi on the ship; whenever the Jedi Council had a special mission to complete these days, her master somehow ended up as one of the first candidates selected.

Clearly, the enemy didn’t know that, though. One of the fleet ships had already been destroyed by cannon fire, but the flagship was still intact, only periodically earning a volley of lasers. The amount of droids swarming the corridors felt like an invasion than anything else– what would they be there for except to capture Anakin, one of the most successful Repbulic generals? 

Ahsoka reached that conclusion before rounding a corner and running into a squad that pointed at her, shouting, “Look! We found a Jedi!” But that was all they managed to say before a couple rudimentary swings of her lightsaber decapitated all seven of them.

As much as the clones added a variety of color to the blaster fire breaking out in some corridors, Ahsoka was quick to order them to escape pods before they could be of much use. She sliced her way through roughly two enemy platoons alone to make it to the bridge where she found the officers still busily sending emergency transmissions, and locking down whole sections of the ship overrun by the Separatists in attempted containment.

Captain Rex was here guarding the bridge entrance with some of his men, blasters trained down the corridor as a last line of defense for all the unarmed and unarmored officers. That was the problem with the essential personnel: they were the hardest to move, both because they didn’t want to leave their post, and then once they did, the ship had roughly five to ten minutes left before neglected systems began malfunctioning.

“Admiral, you need to move to the escape pods!” Ahsoka shouted over the incessant whine; at least it sounded a little more muted on the bridge. Her announcement caused several heads to swivel, look at her, and return to their previous work. Yularen, though, was a little too wrapped up in a conversation with the coms officer to answer.

“What about you, Commander?” Rex asked from the doorway.

For the first time since the alarms started blaring, Ahsoka’s lightsabers hung on her belt again. “I’ll lead the droids into the hangar bay and try to buy you time to get away. Once I’m there, I’ll shut off the magnetic shields.”

Rex’s visor whipped around faster than Yularen. “Have you lost your damn mind?!

A gray-clad officer shouted that the engines were failing, and more droids were closing in on the bridge.

“Sir, now is not the time for insane heroics!” argued Rex, deeces dropping from a corridor that had lost his attention. 

A frown bent her mouth for only a moment. Rex never contested Anakin’s ideas, even while they seemed to get more farfetched as the war dragged on. If anything, Rex met most suggestions with hesitant approval– not outright challenges as he did with her.

“I know what I’m doing,” she told Rex evenly, nearing him as if proximity would help better convince him. “I’ll be fine.” And before he could disagree, contending her rank with his experience as she knew he would, Ahsoka pulled him down into a light headbutt that stalled all conversation.

Releasing her captain, she glanced back at Yularen to see she finally had his attention. “I’ll take out what droids I can, Admiral, but you have to leave now!”

Ahsoka took off sprinting away from the bridge, lightsabers once again humming at her sides. Every B1 battle droid she came across barely managed to report, “There’s the Jedi!” before its head flew right off its body in one quick slash of a lightsaber.

Halfway to the main hangar, she also heard, “General Grievous wants her alive!” Unfortunately, that droid also met a swift end before it could elaborate. Two corridors later, the familiar premonition of incoming fire tugged at the periphery of her senses. Ahsoka pivoted just in time to divert the laser bolt– but she’d expected a B1 shot, not a B2. The force of it still knocked her off her feet and straight into a wall.

The wailing sirens were all but white noise now, drowning out every other sound around her. Ahsoka only realized the enemy was closing in when she opened her eyes to see a line of B1s fencing her in, aiming their weapons on her crumpled form. She closed her eyes again and inhaled. Reaching out, she felt the familiar presence of the Force, directly around her, directly around the enemy, permeating the corridor, the level, the ship. And she pushed out. 

The nearest battle droids flew back as if from an explosion; the successive rows of B1s and B2s fell like dominos. Ahsoka popped to her feet and continued on her mad sprint down the hall. Her lightsabers were more useful behind her, blocking red laser bolts flying from the constantly growing horde following her. WIth as much as the flagship shook from increasing enemy fire, it was a wonder so many clankers stayed on their feet. The few droids she bumped into trying to cut her off from adjacent hallways ended up littering the floor while Ahsoka hardly even slowed her pace. 

R7-A7, Ahsoka’s astromech since she landed in the 501st, already sat snugly in her Eta-2 Actis-class interceptor by the time Ahsoka slid into the hangar bay. Only a couple LAAT/i populated the bay now, as the rest of the gunships and every fighter pilot were already occupied in the space battle. 

The controls for the magnetic shield– barring the bay enjoying its life support from open space– were set into a recess in the durasteel wall on the opposite end of the bay and protected by a ray shield. Ahsoka hadn’t even reached the halfway point before the enemy fire caught up to her as the droids filtered into the hangar. Thank the Force they were terrible shots. 

“Arseven!” Ahsoka shouted into her wristcom. She was met with happy bleeps. “Bring the ship over here; I’m going to need a fast getaway.”

She heard the welcome roar of her interceptor powering on across the hangar floor. A handful of droids pivoted and began firing at the ship, as Ahsoka skidded into the far wall. The ray shield, no bigger than a standard doorway, stood next to a screen of buttons. Ahsoka input the code she never thought she’d have to use; the ray shield blinked off, and all that was left was the clunky lever, about as big as Ahsoka’s head. 

R7-A7 blocked all enemy fire descending in the interceptor next to Ahsoka, and she immediately hopped into her seat. She sealed the cockpit, diverted more power to shields, and warned her astromech to be ready to take off. 

Ahsoka closed her eyes once more, trying to keep her nerves calm in a ship barraged by enemy fire. She focused her attention into grasping hold of the Force around the lever and pulling it down. The nearing enemy only helped raise her anxiety, but just as a B1 started climbing onto the wing of the ship, the lever swung down, the magnetic shield disappeared, and everything not bolted to the ground slipped toward the open hangar doors. 

After the initial moment of free floating, Ahsoka returned the recommended amount of power to the engines and steered her ship out into space, avoiding the floating droids and lazily spinning gunships. 

The danger was nearly over now. A second fleet had come to the rescue, sliding out of hyperspace behind the Separatist ships, diverting all their attention and leaving Ahsoka free to look for her men.

“Arseven,” Ahsoka said, rolling her interceptor over the port side of the damaged flagship and scanning the void for life signs, “switch to the pod frequency.”

R7 chirped, the coms crackled, and soon her cockpit flooded with the voices of very chatty soldiers. Immediately after their accountability checks, the conversations strayed. Ahsoka’s attention focused more on locating the wandering pods until a certain comment caught her montrals.

“…and Captain Rex got kissed by the commander.” A mixture of laughter and incredulous noises followed before the first amended, “A Keldabe kiss.”

“You coulda told me it was a real kiss and I’da believed you,” a second said. The laughter roared anew.

“WHO IS THIS?” a third voice broke in. “NAME AND RANK.”  

A tense silence followed until one brave soul declared, “Found the Captain.” The next wave of laughter surged from numerous pods as Rex raged on, threatening blindly.

Ahsoka patched her own frequency into the conversation then. “Wait… what’s a Keldabe kiss?” Her distinctively female voice cut through the clone chatter with surprising ease. All communication immediately dissipated into an awkward silence Ahsoka felt even in her own ship.

“…Guys?”

bugdaboss  asked:

Ok so hi! Um…I'm a 14 year old Christian who wants to be a witch, but I don't know how I can get stuff for spells and I don't want my family to know…got any advice?

Hey there!! And welcome to the witchy family! I apologize this has taken so long, I just wanted to make sure I gave you plenty of info! I’m so happy to hear from fellow young christowitches. I’m a closet witch too, so my best advice to you is: EXCUSES AND CRAFTS.

You can make all your witchy things right at home!! But you’ll need some excuses because unfortunately “for my witchcraft” doesn’t alwayst go over well. XD

Heres a few things you might like to do that are easy,

JARS:

You can create jar spell and call them “decorative”.  That also makes them fantastic for gifts to others as well!!

JEWELRY MAKING:

I bought loads of unpolished crystal arrangements on amazon for super cheap, and made my own witchy jewelry! You can wear them according to their magickal correspondence everyday! But everyone else won’t know it’s more than an interest!

COOKING/BAKING:

Herbs!!! There is probably a good amount right in your kitchen! Picking up baking as a “hobby” makes its easier to get new herbs and essentials by saying they’re for a “new recipe”. Cooking/bake with intent is a wonderful every day crafting. You can even leave a little food on your plate as a spirit offering.

DRINK TEA:

Tea has all kinds of magickal properties- drinking is beyond casual. You could also get tea leaves/grains (without the bags) and practice tasseomancy (tea leave/grain divination)

Stir things sunwise for positive energy. (Stir opposite for enemies :P )

CIRCLE CASTING:  

This was one of my main problems I faced. How the heck do i cast a circle in a carpeted house?! Answer: Crocheting!!! Crochet a long line of whatever color you choose (remember  color correspondence!) And boil it in water infused with salt (and any herbs you’d like)

MEDITATION&MINDFULNESS:

You can literally do this at anytime. Stay grounded, stay in the moment, take a little to check in with yourself and the energies around you. If you actually have time to set aside for meditation, fantastic! Its a very healthy thing for your body and mind, which I think is a plenty good excuse.

SMELLS:

Who doesn’t love good smells?? You can buy essential oils and incenses with the excuse being because they’re more natural than those plug-ins.

NOTEBOOKS

My grimiore is a spiral notebook. It looks like a regular notebook, I carry it around with me everywhere. When someone asks, i say it’s because i like to write and draw. Which is completely true! You don’t have to have a rune-inscribed, leather bound, aged book for your magick to be real!! Its no less powerful than any other book. Its yours!

TECHNOLOGY:

This is the era of tech witches!! Witches use whats at their disposal. There are loads of apps, daily horoscopes, tarot, rune divination, moon phases, oils, candle, digital altars & grimiores , calendars,.. just about everything!!

SIGILS:

I constantly make sigils for anything and everything. They look like beautiful designs. You can draw them on you; if you wear makeup you can draw them on with that and then rub it right into your skin. You can draw them with chalk outside, you can draw them in the corner of your test, they work literally everywhere for everything!! If you want them to be secret, lemon juice is a fantastic invisible ink as is white chalk on white walls, dew on Windows, steam on mirrors after a shower ect.

DRYING HERBS/FLOWERS:

I have a vase in my room, and when I see an herb or flower I’d like to use for crafting I pick it and put it there. It just seems I like flowers, but the flower will die and dry up. You can also put them between the pages of big books to press them! Then there you have it!!

CANDLES:

You can make your own!! I say it’s a craft/hobby, you can infuse it with oils and herbs and flowers ect and carve things into them!! These are amazing personalized helpful gifts as well.

You can also get tea lights or birthday candles because they’re smaller, come in colors, and theres also battery powered versions.

MIRROR SPELLS:

A casual compact mirror you can take with you anywhere is easiest to use. you can use a dry erase marker to write on it so it wipes off clean and quick!!

COLLECT STUFF:

Find a cool rock, KEEP IT. You can paint sigils on it, use it in spells, charge them with specific intent, make a pendulum, ect.

GLAMOUR:

Charge and sigil everything!! Mirrors, hair brush, makeup, lotion, perfume/colognes, soaps, toothbrush, toothpaste, ..literally anything works!!

COLOR CORRESPONDENCES:

Buy a green wallet for wealth. Wear a blue shirt for your job interview. Buy a yellow school binder for success. Wear something pink to family gatherings for positive family relations, ect.

LEARN:

Research research research! Learn all you can. If a recipe calls for an herb you’ve never heard of, look it up. If you find a rock or crystal, try and identify it. Explore your craft and it’s history, and find friends on the way!!

ABOVE ALL:

Make everything your own!! This is your craft, do it your way! There is no such thing as wrong. We all have magick, embrace yours !

I hope this helps some, happy crafting!! ☽○☾ - M

ok then! what’s this thing I sometimes mention about “chinese AU”?

Yeah nobody asked but I will say anyways lol!

so! I have this idea of an ancient china where a Dib membrane lives.

His father is a recognized alchemist and expert in medicine and technology (for that era), Gaz would be a master in martial arts but she mostly keeps a relaxed life, but Dib, he… loves supernatural stuff, and in that times that’s a common theme but Dib had to push even harder and got into dark magic stuff,

Dib has grown as a dark sorcerer who can manipulate chinese zombies (those who have a yellow paper in the forehead) and that kind of stuff, I wanted to get his personality beyond and make him as a mad scientist, you know he is mostly surrounded by dead corpses that he uses to make his zombie servants lol.

Zim, well I got this as if Operation impending doom 1 succeded ad zim was sent to earth, but when landing his ship has an accident and zim dies D:! but Dib saw everything and gets everything to his lab making zim one of those zombies under his command, zim doesn’t remember  thing but Dib wantsto know more about him and with the ship he start to get new and incredible knowledge!

also they make a lot of nsfw scenes XD


so this is it :D is my first time making an AU so please don’thate me ;A;

Okay, everyone is speculating those things in the desert were Pink Diamond’s ship (wheter it’s another hand or a pair of legs, uh…), it does look similar in material to the hand/arm ships we’ve seen.

But here’s the thing, weren’t the armships supposed to be Era 2 ships?

Peridot assures the bridge in space travelling technology between the two Eras is huge.

“ These aren’t your Era 1 Light Kites, your gonna be pretty much bending reality if you turn on the gravity engine. ”

And Era 1 ships apparently looked like this, according to Centi’s story

So, I can’t help but wonder how Pink Diamond’s ship (which probably was built in Era 1) looked so modern for its time.

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Marjane Satrapi To Helm ‘Radioactive’ Marie Curie Story

Oscar-nominated Persepolis director Marjane Satrapi is set to helm Radioactive, based on the 2010 graphic novel by Lauren Redniss, Radioactive: Marie & Pierre Curie: A Tale Of Love And Fallout.

Born in Poland in 1867, Curie (née Skłodowska) moved to France in 1891 and married Pierre in 1895. They worked together to develop the theory of radioactivity, techniques for isolating radioactive isotopes, and discovered two elements, polonium and radium. The pair were at the dawn of a new scientific and technological era which ushered in the nuclear age.