theoretical structures


Distant Quasars Show That Fundamental Constants Never Change

“From a physics perspective, it’s long been assumed that the fundamental constants and the laws of nature really are the same everywhere and at all times. However, one particular dimensionless constant, α, the ratio between the electric charge, the speed of light and the Planck constant, has been shown by a number of previous studies to show variations both the farther back in time we look and at different locations on the sky. However, new observations by a team working at Arecibo observatory, of the quasar PKS 1413+135, have placed a very tight constraint on the time variations, casting doubt on the previous findings. To only 1.3 parts in a million, the fundamental constant α once again appears to be truly constant.”

We assume that the fundamental constants are truly constant, but they don’t have to be. The speed of light is the same everywhere, but it could have been different elsewhere, either in space or in time. The same is true for other constants, like Planck’s constant, the gravitational constant, or even the fundamental charges or masses of particles. You might not think it’s likely, but the evidence indicated otherwise. Over the past 20 years, time variations and spatial variations in the fine structure constant, which determines the force of the electromagnetic coupling, have been observed to about 5 parts in a million in different locations and at different distances. It was a disputed but intriguing finding, but new evidence was just released conflicting with those results. Instead, the fundamental constant, α, once again appears to be truly constant, to better than 1.3 parts in a million, thanks to the new results from Arecibo.

There’s always more work to be done, but one of the greatest puzzling results from the astrophysical community might not be a puzzle after all!

Narrative structure as Dean/Cas possibilities/viewpoints in Dabb Era

I’m sitting here trying to remember the “lesson” of all the cases this past season and really I do think it’s all going to point to what’s coming next for Dean and Cas. Besides some mirrors that portray Mary against Sam and Dean’s histories, there’s been a few cases of one sided love (12x07 and the one with the camping couple where the girl was leaving but the guy loved her more than she loved him) , one of a lover “saving” another by dying with them (12x13), one accidentally getting a best friend killed (12x06), two settling for a reanimated sibling instead of living without them (12x11 and 12x20). I’m sure there’s more (but since I mostly stopped caring deeply where Dean/Cas was going I stopped looking at this show through the meta/predictive lens). It all feels like possible depictions and shades of Dean and Cas’ relationship as it has now found itself. Which situation are they most like? We can’t really tell… for one, because the season isn’t done, and for two because we are given multiple relationship avenues/labels for them while simultaneously committing to none. We see no definitive outcome/depiction for Dean and Cas in a way that can be deemed consistent.


This right here is why it has looked like there’s no narrative structure this season (well, this and the fact that the few Mary mirrors we have been given have just seemingly been shown with no greater purpose than to recap old history, PLUS with no brotherly conflict this year the show hasn’t focused any structural efforts towards the Dean/Sam relationship depiction so when it compares Dean/Cas to siblings it’s a bit jarring). In Carver era, for example, the Dean/Cas relationship was ALWAYS depicted by interspecies/interracial relationships or same sex relationships, or sometimes both. Because of this CONSISTENT defining structure you could always tell the “status” of Dean and Cas’ relationship by looking at these particular “C” plot character mirrors/folds.

In Dabb era this is no longer the case.

My mind compares it to a car now being put in reverse (exclusively romantic being dropped for mixed ones), that has hit the metaphorical gas, but is miraculously being dragged forward by something stronger, a narrative burnout if you will. And that something is the text. The mirrors no longer need to be so precise because Dean is being fairly verbal to Cas this season, and Cas’ problems (the main two being he’s still probably suicidal in his need to clean up his messes while protecting Dean and Sam and he’s feeling eternally “put out” by Heaven by which this season human/Angel interaction “rules” gets an extended highlight and a full episode) are what is driving half the story and have been given a fair bit of text/dialogue themselves.

The whole thing feels like a now blended label of what Cas is specifically to Dean. But since the text is creeping towards being more clear, the subtext and structure can theoretically, therefore, be more loose if the storyline was still a possibility on their radar. Really, I don’t know how I feel about it. As many of you know (or hell, might not know since I mostly converted my blog into an art blog), I was a loud canon supporter and structural meta writer who supported Carver hard (I thought we were headed fast into canon text in S9 before I realized Sam’s “cure” was going to derail the storyline), but became fairly jaded because it became increasingly clear that he was going to leave the subtext as subtext. Like Korrasami, Destiel was canon because of the narrative mirror comparisons (which told the story where the characters would not put said feelings into actual words/text), but easily ignored if it wasn’t your thing. Text is harder to ignore, obviously. So here I am making this post because I’m beginning to see talk of canon again.

While the structured narrative subtext is no longer romantic exclusive for Dean and Cas, the text is, somehow, amazingly, getting closer for Dean to either tell Cas explicitly some feelings in text, or for Dean to give Cas a big romantic gesture (whether this will be healthy is unlikely, but let’s face it… Dean loves in unhealthy ways) of some sort (most possibly in a way that “saves” Cas and/or mourns him in death). I always said I’d be honest with how I felt the show was portraying Dean and Cas and this is currently it. This is what it looks like they are currently doing and setting up. But make no mistake, without a cohesive romantic mirroring structure the whole thing looks narratively weaker and all together more unlikely to lead to canon (regardless of SPN’s history with this storyline’s execution or rather lack there of). But on the plus side, those that want/discuss canon will no look as “delusional” when discussing this possible narrative scenario because it’s definitely no longer being told mostly through wardrobe cues/lighting and other characters. Dean and Cas are using words and actions. We just don’t know yet what *exactly* is going to be said/done between them and we still likely won’t know the true extent for some time.


Star Wars Fanfic

Part of a series of time travel oneshots (Time Force Continuum)

Summary: A rebel loth-cat and a snippy padawan swap places. Only one of them didn’t exactly go to the right spot.

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Everything was way too bright. Sunshine streamed through the tent, glaring at Ezra through the gap in the material door. The boy was about to roll over and go back to sleep, only he didn’t remember going to sleep in a tent. He could have sworn that he laid down in his bunk with Zeb snoring below. Edging up Ezra fingered his lightsaber as he felt out around him. There were a lot of people outside the tent, bustling around and yelling commands. It sounded like the rebel base, only slightly different. Suddenly Ezra’s senses touched a blinding light in the force. The boy instantly recalled his presence and hid himself under layers of shielding, hiding as best as he could. Despite the fact that the light was so easy and warm Ezra was so used to hiding from anything remotely force sensitive and he wasn’t about to let go of the habit that had kept him alive for so long.
Ezra stiffened and stood up, the presence was coming towards him, karabast! Unhooking his lightsaber Ezra scanned for an exit, though theoretically the whole structure was an exit, it was just material and he could easily cut through it with a single swipe of his sabre. Unfortunately downing a tent in a populated camp would surely be noticed.
Ezra saw the shadow of a looming being and for a second he though he heard a cold harsh hiss of Vader’s respirator.

The tall man tore back the floppy excuse for a door and stared with wide eyes at Ezra for the briefest moment before his surprisingly young face morphed into a dark scowl.
“Where is Ahsoka?” The man asked. Everything about this guy screamed ‘do not mess with’ from his posture to his voice, even his force presence.
“Don’t play games with me. One moment Ahsoka was here and the next she’s gone and you’re in her place. Who are you and what have you done with my padawan?!” The man growled stalking a step closer to Ezra.
The man did look familiar, Ezra knew he’d seen him before but he couldn’t recall where.
“Anakin!” Another voice snapped, “He’s just a boy!” The other voice said as the man with a well-trimmed beard came into view.
“This boy is where Ahsoka should be!” Exclaimed the taller man gesturing roughly to Ezra.
“Master Skywalker?” Ezra asked finally recognizing the man. Ezra only vaguely noticed how Anakin’s head snapped towards the rebel. “And Master Kenobi?” Ezra felt weak in the knees, he was so glad that it wasn’t an enemy. The rebel sat back heavily in the bed and ran his hand over his recently cut hair, “I must be having a dream. Or a vision, like the one of Yoda. And you’re alive! Well, of course you’re alive.” Started Ezra gesturing loosely to Obi-wan, “You sent out the message. But Master Skywalker, I thought you were dead. Everyone thinks you dead. Ahsoka thought you were dead.” The last part was quiet. He couldn’t, Ahsoka, the loss was still too fresh.

Ezra’s mind quickly switched gears and he jumped up with a smile on his face, “Kanan will be so happy to know that you’re alive! Maybe you can help him. He, hasn’t been much of himself lately … Though I’m sure with other Jedi around he’ll feel a whole lot better. I try my best but there’s not a lot I can do.” Ezra gave another excited jump and continued, not actually paying attention to the confused looks the two Jedi shared, “And the Rebellion! If you two helped I know we could turn the tides! We’d finally be able to defeat the Empire and bring back peace!”




Everything was way too dark. The black depth was dotted with the occasional red specks that, to Ahsoka, indicated a storage facility. The low rumbling of the engines tried to lull her back to sleep.
But the cold darkness, more than just the inky shadows around her, squeezed at her heart and yanked at her force senses. It was like the stain of Dooku, only worse, much, much worse and way too close for her liking.
The whole ship reeked of the Dark side. In fact, Ahsoka’s breath hitched, whoever the fiery darkness belonged to was still on board.
She hastily clamped down on her presence, hushing it till it was hopefully dull enough to seem like just another crew member.
Slipping off the crates she had been sleeping on Ahsoka tried to get her bearings. At the present she had no idea where she was. Last time the Togruta checked she had dropped down onto her bed in the 501st and the 212th’s campsite. Someone would have woken her if they had to move and they certainly wouldn’t have dumped her in a storage hanger if they couldn’t.
Ahsoka snuck around and scouted out the area. Judging by the hum of the engines they were probably in hyperspace, and on a rather large ship. Though the last judgment partially came from the sheer size of the storage hanger. It was huge, the ship was at least the size of a Republic Cruiser. Skulking around the larger crates and the tall shelves Ahsoka found out where the door was, and the fact that there was only one door. There were also a couple of vents she could get into if she climbed the shelves and had a force assisted jump. But Ahsoka would rather not climb into the vents unless she had to. She didn’t know this ship and if it was a big as she though it was then it was likely she’d get lost. The Togruta reached out subtly, as to not draw the attention of the darksider beast, and tried to grab her master’s attention. Ahsoka couldn’t feel him. She couldn’t feel the vast light that was her master, all she could feel was the dark burning that drenched the ship in the colder side of the force. The padawan tried Obi-wan as well but the darkness stifled the bond to her grandmaster.
Frustration and a hint of fear bubbled up but Ahsoka quickly let them out with her next breath.

Suddenly the room felt much colder as the only doors hissed open. Ahsoka hid, jumping silently behind a stack of crates and stifling her breath.
Harsh light spilled into the inky depths of the hanger. The force was so cold yet at the same time that burning darkness was horrifically close. The Jedi learner dimmed her force presence to nothing as the hiss of a respirator echoed on the walls.
“I know you’re in here. Come out.” A deep baritone voice hung in the air. He was, nothing was supposed to be this cold, nothing should be this dark.
Oh sweet force what had she walked into?
Ahsoka clenched her teeth and tried ease down her nerves. The darksider, Sith, he was definitely a Sith what else could hold that much darkness? Wasn’t alone, there were other beings outside the blast doors, probably waiting in case she tried to run.
The shadows were weighing down on her, trying to drown her. She had to get out.

Ahsoka smoothly ran and leapt, latching onto one of the towering shelves before scaling it silently with ease. Using the force she wrenched open a vent and launched herself up towards it, the force boosting her movements. As Ahsoka jumped something tugged at her ankle, pulling her off balance and forcing her to dive back down to the floor. The all-powerful essence cushioned her improvised landing. Rolling to keep her momentum the Togruta whipped out her sabres, igniting them and stood battle ready.
Ahsoka didn’t know how long she’d last but if she was going to go out, it was going to be fighting.  




“The Empire?” Obi-wan asked while his former padawan took an entirely different route.
“Ahsoka thinks I’m dead?”
“Yeah, you’ve been missing for” Ezra quickly counted, “sixteen years.”
Anakin gawked, “That’s not possible.”
“Anakin’s right, he hadn’t even joined the order then. I believe you have us confused with another pair.”
Ezra shook his head, what where they getting at? “The Negotiator and the Hero with No Fear right? Rex and Cody are your commanding troopers and Ahsoka was Master Skywalker’s padawan.”
There was only a small beat of silence as a light scowl crept across Anakin’s face. “What do you mean was?”
“Don’t you remember, she, left the order.” Now Ezra was confused, why didn’t Master Skywalker remember something so important?
Before the taller man could cry out his disbelief the tent flap was opened and Rex slipped in.
Ezra flinched at the white armour and his fingers twitched towards his sabre.  
“I’m sorry Generals but we’ve got a schedule to keep, you can’t just keep talking to the Commander all day.” The Clone only had eyes for Anakin and Obi-wan before he turned to Ezra. The only outward sign of Rex’s surprise was how he stiffened ever so slightly.
“Rex?” Ezra started joy radiating from his as he recognising the clone’s markings, “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell us these two were alive?!” The Rebel stepped towards the Clone feeling more at ease with a familiar person.

“I’m sorry kid but who are you?” Rex asked, he didn’t expect to be recognised by a Jedi outside of the handful he knew. The kid was probably a learner still, but that still begged the question, where was Commander Tano?
“It’s me Ezra Bridger. Don’t tell me you ran into a pipe again.” The boy said with a smirk, like he knew him.
Rex bristled, he ran into a pipe that one time and everyone gossips about that embarrassing moment?
“Look kid, sir I have never met you before.” Rex responded honestly, choosing to not even acknowledge the pipe comment.
The orange cladded kid folded his arms with a playful smile, “Yeah right. Still Rex you should have told Hera or Kanan that you knew some other Jedi.”
Rex sighed, he didn’t know what was going on but he was curtain that it was Jedi business. The Captain pulled off his helmet and looked the kid in the eyes, “K-Sir I have never met you before.”
In an instant the boy jumped back and ignited his lightsaber.
Staring straight at Rex he opened his mouth, “Who are you?!”
Every instinct Rex had was screaming at him to defend himself but he pushed past that as he heard the hiss of General Skywalker’s sabre, “You said it before kid, I’m Captain Rex of the Five’o-First.” Rex said calmly holding his free hand up, “I may know your name now sir, but I still don’t know who you are. So would you like to tell us how you seem to know me?”

“You’re not Rex. You’re not the Rex I know. But, he, he was the Captain of the Five’o-First and he was friends with Ahsoka. And he knew and worked under Master Skywalker.” Ezra’s head was spinning, what in the name of the force was going on?! “He also told good stories about his brother Cody and Master Kenobi, and the battles of the Clone Wars.”
Ezra took in a shaky breath as Anakin slid in front of Rex, keeping his Captain safely behind him.
“You, you sound like him, you talk like him, in the force you feel like him, you have the Jaig eyes on your helmet in the same colour. It’s the same kriffing helmet too. You just don’t look like him.” Ezra deactivated his lightsaber and tried to take in calming breaths, he was panicking and he knew it. Something just didn’t feel right, something just felt wrong.
“This isn’t a dream is it.” Ezra whispered.

His General noticed that the kid was panicking and lowered his weapon slightly and once the boy switched his off so did Skywalker. Rex’s General slowly edged closer to the boy clearly not sure what to do. Captain Rex on the other hand slipped right by General Skywalker and gently grabbed the boy, Ezra’s shoulder.
“Hey kid it’s alright, no one’s gonna hurt you. Here just sit down.” Rex started gently pushing the teen down onto the bed. He’d dealt with some of his brothers having a panic attack, it wasn’t often but sometimes the war got to them. “General can you get Ezra some drinking water?”
“Sure.” Responded Anakin putting his long legs to work and hurried out of the tent.




“Guard the door and monitor the vents. Make sure she can’t escape.” Commanded the thundering voice.
The men in white scrambled to obey the Sith’s commands. The men weren’t vod, the armour was wrong it looked flimsy and too clean. Imposter’s then, they were probably planning an attack from behind. Ahsoka had to stop them! That was, if she could get past the looming monster of darkness.
The door closed behind the last of the Clone imposters as they hurried about their duties. As soon as the door shut the bay was plunged back into darkness with the only light being the small cargo lights, Ahsoka’s sabres and the Sith’s life support suit.
A ghastly breath was drawn in by darksider, “Ahsoka?” Her name was drawn out in that deep voice and it sent a spike of fear down her spine. How did he know her name?!
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” The snippy padawan snapped, her bravo squashing some of her fear. Ahsoka was about to turn off her lightsabers and use the cover of darkness to hide but the hangers lights suddenly clicked on.
The Togruta winced and closed her eyes against the blinding lights then she realised that she was open to attack. Ahsoka jumped back using the force to boost her and guide her. But the padawan nether heard the hiss of a sabre nor felt the danger of an attack. When Ahsoka could open her eyes she found the Sith exactly where he was before, having never moved an inch.
He had the perfect opportunity to attack, why didn’t he? Was he waiting for it to be a fair match? Because if he was then he’d have to wait several more years before she would probably even prove a decent opponent. Unless this guy had a low lightsaber aptitude? Ahsoka doubted it.
The pawawan shot destress and determination across the bond to her master, hoping that he would figure out she was in trouble.
The man, if he could even be called that seemed to stiffen ever so slightly. Did she broadcast her emotions aloud? If so why did he stiffen instead of attacking? And why was he just standing there?

After a cold moment the Sith started to move forward and Tano tensed. The Sith seemed to hesitate then stepped back to where he was. “Ahsoka, what are you doing here?”
She’d like to know that herself, “Wouldn’t you like to know, Sith.”

Ahsoka was getting desperate, she didn’t know what this Sith was doing or what his motives were. He hadn’t even tried to kill her and yet he had a ship full of fake vod. Ahsoka knew that whatever his plan was she wouldn’t like it. She needed to contact her master, she needed to warn him about the danger. Ahsoka doubted that she would live through this so she had to make sure that someone knew. The Togruta grabbed the force and pushed past the cold, latching onto the training bond and following it to her master.
Skyguy’s end was a bit rough around the edges, which was weird, but it was still there. Ahsoka was so relieved when she found it, and he was so close.
Master, there’s another Sith and they’re-
But Ahsoka cut herself off when she reached the end and only found that dark burning in the spot where Anakin Skywalker should be.
Ahsoka snapped out of the force the world sharply coming into focuses around her. The Togruta barely registered it when she dropped her sabres.
The Sith stepped forward arms outstretches as if to steady the teen but he thought better of it and stayed where he was.
The fiery darkness was all around her and the padawan hugged herself, as if to shield herself from it. Ahsoka slowly looked up to the Sith with sad pleading eyes, “Master?” It was little more than a croaky whisper.
The man didn’t say anything but his silence was conformation enough.
Before Ahsoka stood her master, Anakin Skywalker a Sith.




It wasn’t long before General Skywalker returned with a canteen of water and by then Rex and General Kenobi had managed to calm down the kid a little.
“I’m sorry. I realised that I’m not where I’m supposed to be.” Ezra said before taking a drink from the canteen.
“That’s an understatement.” Skywalker said folding his arms and raising an eyebrow.
“Ezra who is your master?” The older general asked.
“Kanan, Kanan Jarrus.” Came Ezra’s instant response.
Rex recognised the name, the kid had said it before when he said that Rex should have told him about other Jedi. What did he mean by other Jedi?
“You might know him better as Caleb Dume?” Ezra added with a question in his tone.
The two Jedi shared a glance, “Do you know him?” General Skywalker asked Obi-wan.
Kenobi toyed with his beard, “Yes I know a being in the Temple by that name. Although he is thirteen.”
“Thirteen, as in years?” Anakin asked with doubt that could be seen even several klicks away.
“That’s the only person. He’s only an initiate.” Informed General Kenobi.

Ezra chocked on the water he was drinking, “Kanan’s thirteen?” He spluttered. “I wonder what he looks like without his beard?”
“If he’s anything like Obi-wan then he’ll look baby faced.” Suggested Anakin with a humorous tone.
“Considering he’s younger than me I’d bet.”
“If you don’t mind how old are you kid?” Rex asked trying to be polite.
“Older than you.” Ezra said with a playful yet snide smirk, “I’m sixteen.”  
“If you’re anything like Anakin then I pity your master.” Obi-wan said somewhat mimicking Anakin’s earlier joke.
“Hey,” Master Skywalker protected as Kenobi smirked.
Rex spoke up, “In my book-”
“Experience outranks everything. I know.” Ezra said with an eye roll. He knew Rex’s motto.
Both Jedi and Rex looked genuinely surprised. “I’ve worked with the old man a couple of times.” Ezra said with an easy shrug.
“Old man?” Rex asked looking half insulted.
“Yeah well where, when I come from you have this bushy white beard” Started Ezra gesturing around his own jaw, “and a shaved head with a-” The Rebel froze. He didn’t have the scar. Rex didn’t have the scar from when his chip was removed.
Ezra grabbed Rex’s head and twisted it from side to side looking for the scar.

“Karabast!” Ezra cried standing up and letting go of poor Rex’s head, quickly turning to the Jedi, “You have to get it out.”
“What?” Asked Master Skywalker.
“The chip, you have to get the chip out!” Ezra said starting to get frantic. He didn’t know when the order was activated, for all he knew it could be tomorrow. He couldn’t just let them all die. He couldn’t let Rex and his friends suffer.
“Ezra calm down, what chip?” Master Kenobi inquired gently.
“The chip. All the clones have chips inside their heads. You have to get them out now!”
Rex looked alarmed and Anakin was scowling.
“Why do we need to remove them with such haste young one?” Kenobi asked somehow managing to remain neutral.
“Because otherwise the Clones will kill the Jedi.” Ezra blurted.
A hand sharply took his shoulder and spun him around. “What?” Started Rex, “My brothers and I would never do such a thing. How dare you even-”
“Not you the chips! The chips make you and your brothers little more than droids.” Explained Ezra.
“And, how would you, know that.” Questioned Rex as he jabbed the Rebel’s chest.
“Because Kanan told me. Because you told me, because Ahsoka told me. Because Wolfie and Gregor told me! Because you all watched as it happened.” Ezra cried waving his arms the feelings for those he cared about ringing clear in his voice and through the force.
The tent was silent, the only thing that stirred was the breezes that brushed against the material structure.

“You, Gregor and Wolfie removed your chips before the order. But you didn’t manage to convince anyone else.” Bridger started quietly.
“What happened to the rest of my brothers?” Came a near whisper from the Captain.
“Some died fighting the Jedi, but it was mostly the Jedi who were whipped out. Others stayed in the army and served the Empire. I’m sorry but I don’t know what else happened. I’ve only been told bits from, well mostly you and Kanan with a little from Ahsoka, Wolfie and Gregor.”
“So Ahsoka’s fine?” Rex asked.
“I.” Ezra couldn’t look at him, he couldn’t look at Master Skywalker or Master Kenobi so he stared at his feet as he shifted them. “She survived the extermination. But, she.” Ezra swallowed trying again and looked straight at Rex. “She died recently saving Kanan and I from a Sith.”
The shock and cold emptiness jumped out through the force shaking Ezra’s core. Some of the emotions came from Rex and a little from Kenobi though most of them radiated from Skywalker.
“No. She can’t be. She was here only a few minutes ago, how can she be dead?!” Rage and other dark emotions started crawling out from Master Skywalker, “Who killed her?” He snapped.
Ezra tried to remain calm, this was to be expected, Anakin Skywalker was Ahsoka’s master after all.
“A Sith named Darth Vader.” The Rebel answered.
The anger died a little and Master Skywalker faltered, “I, I haven’t heard of a Sith by that name.”
“He appeared around the start of the Empire. And he is not someone you want to mess with.” Ezra said as he shuddered. He never wanted to be near Vader again, if he could help it.




Ahsoka took a step forward. “Master, that’s really you isn’t it.” Ahsoka quickly scooped up her lightsabers and kept gradually moving forward. “Master, where am I?” She asked tenderly.
There was a pause for a moment before the huge man answered, “In hyperspace.”
The Jedi padawan snorted, “I guessed that. But where are we?”
Another pause, was he trying to be dramatic or did he actually need to think about it?
“On my flag ship, the Devastator.” He finally replied.
“And where are we going?” Ahsoka pressed.
“That is none of your concern.” Her master responded.
Ahsoka didn’t manage to resist the urge to roll her eyes even as she stepped closer to the dark presence.
“Can you at least tell me why you’re, different?” Ahsoka said not being able to stomach the word, Sith.
He seemed to carefully consider this question. “The galaxy is no longer the one you left it as. The Clone Wars has finished. It finished almost sixteen years ago.”
Ahsoka froze as her stomach churned. Sixteen years, it had been at least sixteen years!
“It can’t be. You’re lying.” The padawan tried but she could feel the truth in his words.
“I will not lie to you Ahsoka.” Confessed the Sith.
“The vod.” Ahsoka started grabbing at her chest, “What about my vod?” She asked as she looked at the dark man with wide imploring eyes.
“No longer in service.” Informed her master in that cold voice that echoed throughout the hanger. Her look must have done something though because he master took a step forward gently, “The ones who survived retired.” He elaborated sounding a smidge less harsh.
“Did. Did we win?” Ahsoka asked softly.
The Togruta let out a small sigh, all of their work, all of the loss had not been for nothing.
“Follow me.” The Sith, Ahsoka’s master instructed before turning and walking towards the door. “Do not bother trying to escape, we will be in hyperspace for several more days.”
Ahsoka followed, “I could hide from you for longer than that.”
The door opened and her master paused tilting his helmet towards her just a fraction. “Do you wish to test that theory?”
Once again Ahsoka was reminded that Anakin, the beautiful bright light was now a burning darkness within the force. He was a Sith, she should stop thinking of him as her master.

The fake troopers raised their blasters at her when she exited.
“Stand down.” Commanded Skywalker his voice booming through the volocator. “Return to your posts I will deal with the Togruta.”
The impostors in white saluted then ran off to their duties.

The hall was quiet with the faint sound of footsteps in the distance. Ahsoka and her master were alone again.  
Her master, the Sith started moving again striding down the hall at an impressive speed for someone only walking.
“What do I call you? Do you still go by Anakin Skywalker or do you go by something else?” The padawan asked not really wanting the answer.
“Anakin Skywalker is dead.” Said the cold voice far too easily, “My title is Darth Vader.”
A stiff breath entered Tano’s lungs. This was all one big mess. One impressive pile of poodoo.
“What happened to you?” Ahsoka asked softly.
For a second she thought her twisted master didn’t hear her, then the armoured man spun around so fast Ahsoka almost tripped backwards.
“You left me.” Vader hissed.
Ahsoka’s eyes widened, “What, I would never-” Started the padawan, but Darth Vader cut her off.
“Padme betrayed me, Obi-wan burnt and maimed me!” The dark lord growled.
“No” Ahsoka started to deny, “we would never-” She paused. The young Togruta felt his searing rage through the force. She had felt her master’s anger before but never like this. The padawan didn’t want to believe it, but between the force singing ‘truth’, the wrath behind his words and the sheer power of his fury that expanded though the force she couldn’t be ignorant any longer.  
The young Togruta set herself, setting her determination in a new goal. “Well I won’t leave you! Not this time.” Ahsoka ended softly.
The man’s rage faltered, if only for a moment.
“Say whatever you please youngling, it will make no difference.” Said the Sith with his diminished rage that faded every second. Her master spun on his heels before proceeding down the corridor.

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Ereri: Relationship and Character Analysis

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→ A comprehensive look at the dynamic found within the relationship between Eren and Levi. This essay covers elements including their emotional support for each other, moral structures, a theoretical take on their romance, fanworks, as well as many other aspects. We discuss relevant issues and controversy, invalidating stereotypes around abuse and their age gap through close analysis of important scenes in order to show a healthy viewpoint on this relationship. It is our goal to provide the ereri community with an all-inclusive guide to the ship - to inspire to others or to simply spread awareness for the positive elements the relationship embodies.


ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ʜʏᴅʀᴀᴢᴏɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴏʜɪᴄʜᴀᴘᴇᴀᴜ

this is mean and very anti-intellectual of me but i hate it when ppl are like ‘matriarchy is just as bad as patriarchy because it’s heterosexist’ or even worse ‘it substitutes one oppressor for another’ like who cares about the enormous human cost of patriarchy and male supremacism when you can rag on theoretical social structures that barely even exist in the historical record lmao right??

Psychology: Crazys, that honestly need help, who helped created this fucking ciriculum that I cry to pretty much everynight.

B.F. Skinner: A radical behaviorist, he developed the theory of operant conditioning – the idea that behavior is determined by its consequences, be they reinforcements or punishments, which make it more or less likely that the behavior will occur again.

E.L. Thorndike: Through his work and theories, Thorndike became strongly associated with the American school of thought known as functionalism. He is well known for the puzzle boxes he built for cats to escape from.

Albert Bandura: According to the social learning theory there are some necessary traits that are to be adopted while learning in a social situation, these traits are attention, retention, reproduction, motivation and self-regulation. He was responsible for the Bobo doll experiments.

Max Wertheimer: Gestalt psychology formed partly as a reaction to the atomism of the structuralist school of thought. Unlike structuralism, which focused on breaking down mental processes into their smallest possible parts, Gestalt psychology took a holistic approach. According to the Gestalt thinkers, the whole is greater than the sum of the parts.

Abraham Maslow: Created the hierarchy of needs. Starting with physiological it then goes to security, social, esteem, and finally self-actualization.

Wolfgang Kohler:  Kohler attempted to prove that animals arrive at a solution through insight rather than trial and error. His first experiments with dogs and cats involved food being placed on the other side of a barrier.

Harry Harlow: He conducted experiments on the social development of young monkeys. Harlow’s work instead demonstrated the absolute importance of developing safe, secure, and supportive emotional bonds with caregivers during early childhood.

Lewis Terman:  Terman’s Stanford-Binet IQ tests (later called Stanford Achievement Tests) became a common measurement used in public schools, job aptitude, and military induction tests.

Ivan Pavlov: Considered the inspiration for Behaviourism, his work on classical conditioning with dogs was the foundation for the era where external actions were more highly valued than intrinsic factors.

John Watson (if i hear one Sherlock or John-Lock shit I will kill all of you): He is considered the father of Behaviourism. Working on stimulus conditioning he is most remembered for the unethical “Baby Albert” experiments. Mistress guy.

Wilhelm Wundt:  He founded modern psychology and was associated with the theoretical perspective known as structuralism, which involves describing the structures that compose the mind. He believed that psychology was the science of conscious experience and that trained observers could accurately describe thoughts, feelings, and emotions through a process known as introspection.

Sigmund Freud: Founder of psychoanalysis, he began dream interpretations as a legitimate psychological step. He introduced the Id, Ego, and Superego as well as psychosexual stages. Cocaine addict. (we will have a few posts on him later)

Hermann Ebbinghaus: Hermann Ebbinghaus was a German psychologist who pioneered the experimental study of memory, and is known for his discovery of the forgetting curve and the spacing effect. HOUSEY, can’t store ish

Alfred Binet: pioneer in intelligence (IQ) tests, designed a test to identify slow learners in need of help-not applicable in the U.S. because it was too culture-bound (French)

Robert Sternberg: intelligence; devised the Triarchic Theory of Intelligence (academic problem-solving, practical, and creative)

Howard Gardner: devised theory of multiple intelligences: logical-mathematic, spatial, bodily-kinesthetic, intrapersonal, linguistic, musical, interpersonal, naturalistic

Charles Spearman: intelligence; found that specific mental talents were highly correlated, concluded that all cognitive abilities showed a common core which he labeled ‘g’ (general ability)

anonymous asked:

hi, can you summarize socialism for me? i know essentially nothing about it (except bernie sanders is a socialist...) and i hate liberals so... help a lesbian out?

 Bernie Sanders isn’t a socialist. He’s a social democrat. If he were a true socialist, he wouldn’t have blamed the perils the white working-class face on immigrant labor. He and other social democrats espouse the Scandinavian “socialist” model but those aren’t actually “socialist”. They’re left-liberal. 

I can’t really summarize an entire social, economic, and political movement for you adequately, but I’ll attempt to list some basic principles. At their core, socialists (and leftists in general) are anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist, anti-fascist, anti-racist, anti-military, and anti-police. 

This differentiates them from liberals and left-liberals, because liberals believe that reform - through petitioning, assembly, litigation, and legislation - can change the system from “within”. They believe in “regulated” capitalism, “regulated/demilitarized” police, and “regulated” imperialism. As we’ve seen, “regulations” on violent systems of power and control do nothing to stop them. No matter how much people try to “regulate” capitalism, for instance, the capitalist boom-bust cycle continues. This post (aggressively yet beautifully) sums up the differences between liberalism and socialism. Ultimately, liberals still like capitalism and still rely on the state to “help” them enact change. Leftists disagree with this ideology. 

Here’s a post-election example of the futility of internal reform. JP Morgan & Chase is the biggest bank in the US (and arguably, in the world). Its stocks soared from about $65 to about $80 after the election. Stocks went up because the board and investors are happy to know that de-regulation legislation is on the way, which’ll make it significantly easier for Chase to make profits (through unethical, unconstitutional, and harmful practices). So even if liberals think that “regulating” these banks or bailing them out will somehow “teach them a lesson”, in actuality they continue to consolidate their power and expand their profits. 

Leftists believe in the utter destruction of these systems, returning ownership of the means of production to the people rather than to the top 1% (the ruling class), and above all, the abolishment of class-based society (based on the working-class/proletariat rising up and gaining class consciousness). 

Leftists base their political-economic ideology on the formative works of Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels. You should read The Communist Manifesto to get started. Also, check out this list of texts that are relevant to understanding communism/leftism from a theoretical, structural perspective. Of course, praxis involves understanding theory and engaging in concrete action. So community work, protesting if you can, donating to dual power organizations, helping your local organizations out, and more are all just as important as understanding theory. 

Hope this helps. Good luck. Keep a dictionary beside you, remember to look up terms that you don’t understand, reflect on what you’ve learned, take time to be sensitive and gentle with yourself. Seek out community action in whatever way, accounting for time, financial constraints, and ability. Don’t give up when you’re frustrated. You can always ask me questions, too, but I’m also a beginner socialist and not an expert so I’m learning just as much as you are. 

About Homeworld (Steven Universe)

So the last episode (”When It Rains”) brought up a few interesting details about Homeworld and the gem civilization that got me thinking.

First off, there’s the fact that Peridot didn’t know what rain was. Not that she’d never seen rain before, but that the entire concept of rain was entirely alien to her.

Now, rain isn’t exactly a rare phenomenon. Pretty much anywhere that has a thick enough atmosphere, it tends to rain something. Some planets rain sulfuric acid, or glass, or diamond, or ammonia, or molten steel, but the overall phenomenon of “rain” is everywhere. So it’s especially odd that it apparently doesn’t rain on Homeworld.

It may just be that Homeworld just doesn’t have that much of an atmosphere (rocks don’t have to breathe, after all), but when you couple that with more details in the episode and in other episodes, a very intriguing possibility comes up:

“Homeworld” may not actually be a planet, per se.

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