visible human

Humans are stubborn. They will often disregard the dangers or foolishness of an endeavor if they believe it must be done.

Human-Megan was the first recorded example of this trait. She was called to the bridge during the time that a small landing party was sent to a planet she insisted was a “Death Star” simply because of its highly metallic atomic makeup.

Everything seemed to be proceeding as normal. The landing party arrived successfully, and began to survey the surrounding terrain, searching for any signs of life. Occasionally, the captain would glance in Human-Megan’s direction, in hopes that she would offer her strangely accurate insight on the progress of the mission; however, he was given nothing but incoherent mumbling about “bad feelings” and the need to “screw this noise”.

But then the mission fell into disaster. The landing party, as cautious as they were, found themselves ambushed by a group of cybernetic lifeforms, who dragged them beneath the planet’s surface after firing several devastating shots to their scouting vessel.

The captain frowned, pressing two of his four tentacles together as he considered their new situation. It would not be wise to send anyone to retrieve their fallen crew members – – it was likely they would be killed within the next few minutes. This in mind, he gave the order to resume flight towards the nearest inhabited system in order to refuel and collect new crewmates.

“What the hell?”

Those are for the bridge ceased preparations to resume flight for a moment, observing Human-Megan in confusion. She seemed suddenly distraught–she was trembling, her hands clenched into what her species called “fists”, teeth bared in something that was most definitely NOT a human smile.

“Aren’t you going to send someone after them?” she said incredulously, waving a hand harshly in the direction of the monitor.

“Human-Megan, I fail to see the logic in your statement,” the captain stated calmly.

“The logic in my–” The human interrupted her own words with a sound that set hairs on end and jolted the nervous system. If her shipmates didn’t know any better, they would have called it a growl.

“They’re our CREW MATES!” she cried, eyes darting back and forth as if silently damning all present for not taking her meaning. “More than that, they’re our FRIENDS! You can’t just–no, you WON’T just ditch them down there!”

The captain raised an eye-ridge. Was his human–was she threatening him? Despite himself, a shiver of fear raced down his lengthy spine–he had heard tales of what ignoring human threats had led to, and those tales were not to be taken lightly.

“Is that insubordination, Human-Megan?” he inquired, struggling to keep his own voice level despite the ever-growing fear in his stomach.

“No, that’s common-****ing sense,” she spat in return. “You don’t leave shipmates behind like that. You just don’t. What if that was you? Would you be okay with us just abandoning YOU down there?”

Again, confusion. “I believe you have met our first officer. He is perfectly qualified to act as captain until another can be appointed. There is no reason to lose crewmen unnecessarily.”

For a moment, he thought he had successfully gotten through to the human. She didn’t respond, simply staring at him, breathing erratically, mouth slightly open in such a way that for a moment he was forced to consider that he may have BROKEN his human.

But then she reacted. She pursed her lips and–spat at him.

The crew members who had done research on human culture physically recoiled in shock. She had actually SPAT at him–a human sign of absolute loathing and lack of respect. The captain himself was visibly shocked, observing his human almost blankly as his brains struggled to make sense of her actions.

She spun about, hissing a vile “Fine,” at those around her with a venom that made all near her flinch. Without another word she marched towards the lift, reaching out and grabbing an officer’s stunner directly from her waist before exiting.

Everyone resumed their work after a moment. Humans were strange, they were well aware of this by now. This was just another strange human behavior. Granted, human insight on situations was often valuable, but this was not one of those situations. This was the human refusing to see sense.

However, a few moments later an alarm was triggered, and a crew member appeared, breathing heavily, at the entrance to the bridge.

“Sir–captain,” he gasped. “The human–”

“What?”

“She–she stole a scouting vessel, sir,” the crewman said, his voice trembling. “She is en route for the planet’s surface.”

Chaos ensued on the bridge instantly. Their human was RETURNING to the danger? What could possibly have possess them to do something so illogical? The captain, minds reeling, immediately opened a comm line.

“Human-Megan, what are you doing?”

“The right thing, assholes,” a venomous voice shot back. “Why? You gonna stop me?”

“Human-Megan–”

“Oh, don’t ‘Human-Megan’ me,” she snapped. “My NAME is Megan. Just Megan. And if you’re gonna just leave them to die, then what do you care if I go after them? You weren’t all broken up when they got taken, why should I be any different?”

It was then that the comm line went silent. For much longer than was productive, the bridge remained still and silent, with baited breath, awaiting the fate of their human. Was she truly going back to that place? Perhaps she was simply “bluffing”, as they called it. Tricking them. She was being strangely vindictive today–was this more of this behavior?

However, after a few tense hours the GEV registered the presence of the scouting vessel–significantly battered and charred–returning to dock in the ship’s bay. The landing party had returned, injured but alive, led by a frighteningly frazzled and blood-drenched Human-Megan, stunner in hand and fire in her eyes.

It was with a strange mix of awe and utter terror that the captain approached the feral-looking human. “You…you were successful in rescuing them.”

For a moment, the human was silent. She turned to face the captain, no longer furious, but strangely aglow, radiating such strength that the captain was intimidated by her very presence.

“There’s something you should know,” she said, no longer furious, but victorious. “It is NEVER okay to leave one of your own behind. No matter the circumstances, no matter the likelihood that you’ll die getting them to safety, it is NEVER okay to just ditch them in a dangerous situation just because you might not be able to save them. Got it?”

The captain did “get it”, although not quite as she seemed to, and made a note to himself to upgrade the human handbook with a new insight:

“Humans are capable of impossible things. If crewmembers are ever in serious danger and it is likely a rescue mission will not be successful, humans will find a way to MAKE it successful regardless of the odds. We are eternally lucky that they are on our side.”

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Horizontal Sections of the Adult Male
Top-to-Bottom: Mid-section of skull, section at maxilla [hard palate between sections], section below mandible

Eugène-Louis Doyen was a revolutionary (if flamboyant and controversy-loving) Parisian surgeon who lived between 1859 and 1919.

Long before the Visible Human Project created its 1,871 “slices” of Joseph Paul Jernigan at 1 mm intervals, and created over 65 gigs of anatomical data (and later created 40 gigs of data with a female cadaver), Doyen presented a new way of visualizing the cadaver: longitudinal and horizontal sections, showing exactly how the human anatomy goes together in each area, without the context of seeing the full organs or bones.

Though the full usefulness of these unorthodox sections wasn’t truly appreciated until the advent of tomography in the early 1970s, they were noted to be helpful to early radiologists, and especially to the burgeoning fields of criminal forensics and forensic archaeology.

Atlas d'anatomie topographique. Eugène-Louis Doyen. 1911.

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Benophie AU: Roadtrip

(Ben footage from x)

inquisitr.com
New Study Finds That Transgender Identity Is Not A Mental Disorder
New findings suggest that it would be appropriate to remove the diagnosis of transgender from the current classification as a mental disorder in the WHO International Classification of Diseases (ICD), according to Psych Central.

The research, led by the National Institute of Psychiatry, interviewed 250 transgender people and found that it is not a mental disorder as once believed. Apparently, distress and impairment are the two essential characteristics of a mental disorder, and they found transgender people can experience some distress but not because they are transgender, but because of social rejection and violence.

You know how sometimes we make meme and social media references in real life?

The aliens certainly didn’t.

The captain had no idea what to expect from his decision to bring a second human aboard the ship. His only guidance in the matter had been the rather unhelpful suggestion to acquire one already pack-bonded with Human-Megan. Unfortunately, given human nature, this could apply to any number of humans, and attempting to ask Human-Megan herself for an organized list of them all proved useless. (He had been immediately accused of being a “stalker”.)

However, he did eventually become aware of a certain human who had been a “sister from another mister” for most of Human-Megan’s life. Upon inquiring about this new human, he was met with enthusiastic approval, mostly in the form of the repeated, painfully high-pitched word “yes”.

And so Human-Lynn was brought aboard.

At first, the crew were presented with nothing they were unfamiliar with. There had been a temporary scare upon first viewing Human-Lynn, due to the vibrant and multicolored crop of hair she bore. However, Human-Lynn had quickly ended their confusion by explaining the concept of hair dye, which, although it had left a few crewmembers nauseous, was understandable for human standards.

In addition, Human-Lynn was considerably less emotional, or so it seemed. Upon encountering disagreements with the crew, she would begin laying down insults in an almost offhand manner, and nothing seemed to cause her to be visibly furious. However, Human-Megan had assured them that she was simply “sassy” and “sarcastic” in nature, and that when she began to insult them in such a calm manner, she was indeed furious (although it was difficult to imagine that a being could be simultaneously calm and furious).

But then came the strange, and often illogical, conversations that often ensued between Human-Lynn and Human-Megan.

For instance, there was their first passage through a nebula since Human-Lynn’s arrival. Human-Megan, although she had borne witness to nebulae before, looked on in wonder almost identical to Human-Lynn’s. Both were seemingly rendered immobile, mouths slightly agape.

“Gorgeous.”

“Yeah,” Human-Megan affirmed.

“What’s the…how does this even…” After a moment of failed articulation, Human-Lynn let out a deep sigh. “Science side of Tumblr?”

“Space dust do the glow-glow,” Human-Megan responded almost seamlessly.

“Thank you, science side of Tumblr.”

Several more occurrences of seemingly cryptic conversations where yet to come. Occasionally, the two would make eye contact and mutter “same” for seemingly no reason at all, and once during the first meal rotation Human-Lynn had stood and bellowed, “AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!” much to the surprise and momentary panic of her fellow crewmembers.

At last, a member of the cultural research department approached the two during their third meal rotation and inquired about the nature of their seemingly meaningless conversations. It was his duty, after all, to collect data regarding new species, especially in regards to behavior.

He was met with general laughter, a sound still rather jarring to hear without appropriate warning.

“Holy…crap,” Human-Lynn breathed, wiping a tear from her eye as she shook with laughter. “An alien…wants to know…about memes. I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Memes…?”

“Yeah,” Human-Megan affirmed. “They’re like…I don’t know…references to popular culture on Earth? They’re usually pretty stupid, and either considered hilarious or grounds to murder someone because they’re that stupid.”

“Grounds to…murder someone?!”

“Not literally, dude. We’ve discussed this. Not literally.”

“There’s a lot of memes,” Human-Lynn continued in her friend’s place. “Spongebob is a few…oh, there’s the dog in the burning house. You know, the ‘this is fine’ meme?”

“Yeah, and Moon-Moon, and 'you shall not pass’–”

“John Cena–”

“Screw you, I hate John Cena–”

“These are not the droids you’re looking for, that one’s a classic–”

“And then there’s some that aren’t really memes, they’re more like Tumblr legends. Like the science side of Tumblr, and John Green, and Superwholock. But Lynn and I like to use those in real life because we’re weird.”

The researcher nodded, a gesture he had it adopted from the humans he studied, although the concepts they were referring to were far beyond his understanding. Perhaps this was one of those cases where you had to simply let humans be humans, regardless of how strange it was.

“I believe I have heard of these…memes,” he mused after a moment. “So…what is Rickrolling?”

Immediately the grins dropped from the humans’ faces.

“We don’t talk about Rickrolling,” hissed Human-Megan. “We never–EVER–discuss–Rickrolling.”

“Understood.”

Only Echoes

My ex’s ghost begins to haunt my apartment a week after the break up. I spot him sitting in our the breakfast nook, sunlight falling like dust through his torso to the rumpled rug in front of the small table. He’s staring out the window, parts of him fading in and out of view.

“No,” I say, grabbing the counter in case my suddenly weak legs betray me. “No.”  

He turns and smiles at me with the weight of the world in his eyes.

I grab my cell phone from the pocket of my sweatpants and call him. One ring. Two rings. Three. 

“Hello?”

My hand tightens around the edge of the counter until I can hear my bones scraping together. “You ass. You don’t get to do this to me. Make it go away.”

He’s silent for a long moment. Then he sighs. “My ghost?”

Yes,” I say. “Get rid of it.”

“You know that’s not how this works,” he says.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to haunt you,” I say. “You broke up with me. That’s how this is supposed to go. So stop.”

Stop or come back.

But he doesn’t say anything else before he hangs up.

I turn to scream at his ghost but, like him, it’s gone.

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“He’s one of those,” my sister says knowingly. She sounds far away and tiny over the computer’s speakers. “You better be careful. Sometimes they don’t leave.”

I consider my cup of cocoa. She’s holding a matching cup half a world away so that they’re connected. I wonder if she’s foregone her usual shot of baileys this time. “What do I do then?”

“Try to move on anyway,” she says. Behind her something peeks around the kitchen doorway and is gone before I can make out who. My sister’s been drinking for a decade and hasn’t once talked about quitting.

“Right,” I say and imagine the poor quality of the speakers hides the hollowness in my voice.

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black magic [m]

credit: x.

❛❛im one of the brightest witches at this prestigious magic academy and ur a human who somehow got admitted and everyone knows u dont ACTUALLY have magic but cant prove it so they hate u for it but i actually like you??? and have a crush on u??????? our paths have just never crossed until ur class blew up n somehow we became class partners and– hold on what do you mean we fucked up this spell so we wanna fuck each other’s brains out??❜❜ AU

COUNT → 18.430

GENRE → smut 

PAIRING → taehyung | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | mild cum play | explicit language | female masturbation (male if you squint) | oral sex | penetration | graphic dirty talk

NOTE → this was requested and inspired by @blueagust!!!!!! the idea went thru several stages and yelling over kkt but this is the final product :-D im sorry mom


You hated everyone at this fucking academy.

It wasn’t just that they always smelled like unicorn turds—and that wasn’t a compliment because unicorns had the nastiest smelling shit in the entire universe—but they were so arrogant and had this fucking superiority complex when it came to humans. You were sure if they actually lived with them and in human society instead of hidden away at some prestigious academy they wouldn’t pull this bullshit in the first place, but they still despised them.

Or maybe it was just one human they despised in particular.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so I just read some of your posts about martial arts, and if I understood it right, is that greater muscle mass doesn't actually make you stronger, it just makes it easier/faster to build up strength. Thinking of the upper body, if you have two individuals where one has more mm than the other (or a man/woman), on the assumption that both have equal capacity and training, the person with greater mm wouldn't directly be *stronger* because of the mm, but has just progressed faster? Is that it?

So, here’s the thing. Martial arts do not rely on strength, some techniques such as joint locks and throws require no strength at all. Muscle helps, but it is not comparable to understanding of technique. You’re not actually going to be build up a lot of muscle mass when practicing martial arts techniques by themselves. You will when doing endurance training and strength training separately, but that’s about it. Then, in the more advanced section, we get into the admission that its not about how hard you hit but rather where (and how deeply the force penetrates the body).

You don’t need to be physically “strong” to break bricks, for example. Rather, it’s a question of your ability to visualize past an object so the force carries through.

Most of martial arts is about manipulation of body mechanics to generate force. Muscles help, but not as much as most people think and certainly not in the way they think. The average athlete will have more muscle mass and muscular definition than the average martial artist. For fighting, endurance trumps flat physical strength. Too much of a certain type of muscle, such as that seen on a body builder, becomes detrimental. After all, muscle weighs more than fat. If you’re totally ripped, it becomes more difficult to move quickly which is detrimental and the amount of weight you’re carrying around reduces the length of time you can fight.

More than that, different humans develop visible definition in their musculature at different rates. In some cases, it requires a very specific, pointed regimen to get the look you see off of body builders and actors. Women have a very difficult time achieving visible definition, especially in their upper body. So, being able to see muscle doesn’t necessarily mean it isn’t there.

So, you’re still thinking about it wrong. Muscle mass (as in the size of your muscles) isn’t what’s important. There are essentially two different kinds of muscles that one can develop.

1) the ones gained by stretching/elongating the muscle over a period of time, which is what you get from most sports like running and general aerobic exercise.

2) the ones gained by tearing the muscles so they build up over time, this is what you get from body-building, weight lifting, pushups, and other similar exercises.

For a combatant, the first one is actually more important because it emphasizes building of endurance. Your muscles remain lean, you build up wind, though you won’t gain much in the way of definition. The second one is also important but in moderation as too much muscle mass will actually impede movement and slow you down. One is endurance, the other is strength. Endurance is far more necessary, because that’s what allows you to fight for a prolonged period of time without growing tired.

The problem is the vast majority of the population is only aware of the second and most obvious type of muscle. They place all the emphasis on it. Ironically, of course, this shouldn’t be news to fans of Dragonball Z. Where the problem of over emphasizing training on building up muscle mass gets addressed during the Cell Saga. (Kudos for anyone who remembers which Super Saiyan got their butt whipped.) In this case, a bodybuilder would be at a greater disadvantage in a fight as opposed to a runner.

The second thing to understand about women is that they have what’s called a subcutaneous layer of fat underneath the surface of the skin. For some women, it is very difficult to build up any sort of visible definition and sometimes even requires a specific type workout regimen to achieve it. This doesn’t mean these women don’t have muscle, it’s just not visible and that makes it hard to accurately judge how much. Women also develop muscle differently from men, having an easier time building up their legs and their core than the upper body. However, those are just as essential to combat as your upper body. Your core is your primary means of maintaining balance, and acts as the body’s centerpoint. If you’ve got a weak center, it doesn’t matter how strong your arms are.

The third thing to understand is about rippling muscles. The more visible the muscle, the easier it is to find the pressure points. Most pressure points on the body exist in the places where separate muscles meet, so the more definition someone has then the easier they are to find.

If you assume both have equal capacity and training, then it doesn’t matter how much muscle mass is visible or who has more.

The issue you keep running into is in thinking that muscle = strength, which it doesn’t. The second is the assumption that physical strength is what matters, which again it doesn’t.

Technical proficiency matters. Endurance matters. Wind, as in how much oxygen you can get into your body, matters. Balance matters, your core muscles as in the abdominal muscles are the most important muscles to develop. The rest of it? Less so.

 Physical strength can enhance, but only to a certain, limited degree. In martial arts, force is generated through the motion. Being able to deadlift 200 pounds doesn’t mean you can hit with anywhere near 200 pounds of force when your arm is moving. The amount of weight you lift doesn’t translate to force. Instead, we look to how force is generated through the movement of the body. To generate the maximum amount of force in a punch, you need to throw your whole body behind it.

This means your hand, your wrist, your arm, your shoulder are working in concert with your hips and your legs and your feet. However, there is a limit to how much force can be generated. A kick creates more momentum and is more powerful than a punch. Techniques where you spin, such as the spinning backfist or the wheelkick, are more powerful than the average martial arts technique. The more momentum you generate, the harder you hit. The same goes for jump kicks. The more momentum there is, the more force created. When you’re talking a judo or aikido throw, the point is to let the opponent’s body do the work for you. You get them into the air and their body in motion provides the force when they hit the ground. You don’t need to be strong, you just need to get them moving.

Martial arts techniques both offensive and defensive revolve around the concept of creating, negating, and redirecting momentum. This includes both yours and your opponent’s.

Here is a simple example:

Someone charges at you. You’ve got three options. You can stand there and take it. You can attempt to negate the charge by grabbing hold of them as they come and springing your feet backwards so you both likely end up on the ground. Or, you can get out of the way. (Maybe, you risk sticking your foot out to trip them.)

These are the basic concepts of martial arts defense.

It doesn’t really matter if it’s a big person charging you or a small one. It will matter a lot more if they are a linebacker, a wrestler, or someone who understands how to slam their shoulder into their opponent’s core to knock them over.

I get that this concept runs directly counter to the way combat is presented in media, and that’s why it ends up harder to comprehend. Just as many people end up discouraged when they start exercising to lose weight and end up gaining instead, because they were never taught that muscle weighs more than fat. That muscle will eat your fat, and help them achieve the body they want. All they know is weight itself as an aggregate is bad, if they are gaining then exercise must not be working, and they end up quitting because of it.

If you think about combat primarily in terms of strength then you will miss all the other fundamental pieces that are ultimately more important. When martial artists talk about “strength”, they’re usually referring to the generation of momentum rather or the technique’s effectiveness rather than how much you can lift or some other definition of physical strength.

Otherwise, the word you’re looking for fortitude.

-Michi

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CallMeBettyJo

Ch’ch’tk wasn’t certain what Rsisyk was saying, xir’s hearing barely caught sounds at those kHz. Usually Rsisyk was more polite about speaking in a range other crew could hear. Whatever CallMeBettyJo was doing this time had the Head Nutritionist flapping gripping palps. At least Lrangaka wasn’t losing fur. Again.

Ch’ch’tk looked at the fiber collecting in CallMeBettyJo’s lap and the pointy sticks she was manipulating. She was making the same absolutely adorable noises she sometimes made when doing her special nutrition projects.

Afraid to disturb her, xi asked Lrangaka what was going on. Once xi pulled attention away from CallMeBettyJo, xi explained, very quietly so as not to disturb the human.

“She got a package from home in the last stop. It had a selection of sticks and cord. She pulled them out today and started doing…that. It’s just so adorable.”

“It doesn’t explode? Or claw? Or emit poison gas?”

Lrangaka looked doubtfully at the human’s activity. “I don’t think so. It hasn’t yet and she’s been doing for over an hour.”

“What is the purpose?”

“CallMeBettyJo said she is [untranslated] a bed for Miss Priss Prudence.”

“Are we sure it doesn’t explode? Or go wandering into the engines? Or air filters?”

From inside the common room, “Bad Miss Priss, don’t play with mommy’s [string/cord/rope]. She needs it to make your bed. You need a comfy place to sleep, just for you, don’t you, [untranslated, indicating affection?].”

There was a multi-tonal, multi-lingual ‘awwwww.’

Ch'ch'tk watched, too. Xir admitted the activity was very soothing, much more soothing than so many human activities. And made a note in the Guide to Humans, apparently they did have some diversions that did not involve potential limb loss. The sticks were very pointy, but the tips weren’t hardened, in any visible way.

More traditional sketches, this time it’s the gang’s reference sheet. Trying to settle their final look.

(Will do humanized 5.0.5 later)

International Transgender Day of Visibility

On March 31, HRC marked International Transgender Day of Visibility (TDOV), which celebrates transgender people around the globe and the courage it takes to live openly and authentically, while also raising awareness around the discrimination trans people still face.

Realistic Sci-Fi

You know what I wanna see in my science fiction? Brand new starships launching with v1.0 operating software on critical systems. 

Software does not ship in states of perfection. There’s always some patch or critical upgrade that comes out four days after software launch day. You know that sometimes that patch has to come out four days after starship launch day, though, much to the consternation of the engineering and helms crew who have been flying at a 45-degree tilt because the right nacelle is cutting out every other cycle, but everyone’s too busy coping with the effects to look for the cause.

Like, obviously, if v1.0 weren’t able to drive the starship in most cases, it would still be in beta, and if it caused the anti-matter drive to overload under general usage conditions, it would never see release, but even though SpaceNavy coders are generally proud of their work and really hate when bad code goes out it does happen, usually due to ignorantly rushed timetables from Fleet brass. But you know there’s a coder somewhere waiting four days for the fuel injection code to compile only to find that it causes immediate catastrophic Total Ship Annihilation as soon as it’s turned on because she placed an extra closed bracket at the end of that seven-thousandth nested function. After 72-straight hours of line-by-line debugging, she finds it and starts the recompile all over again.

And no matter what they do, coders can’t contend with the actual user community. Like, SpaceNavy is chock full of modders posing as engineers and you know they’re always tampering and tweaking the code “to improve efficiency, Captain.”

In fact, “engineering conferences” are basically just modding community conventions, and the mod that gets all the acclaim is the one that makes the big glowy drive core glow green instead of blue. Half the attendees vow to come back next year with code that will cycle through all the human-visible colors.

I want to see replicators that just, no matter what beverage is requested, will only provide the absolute worst coffee anyone’s ever tasted. Of course, not having any real coffee while in transit, the crew just makes due. Of course after the patch FINALLY gets rolled out, orders come down from the Captain to roll it back because the new version gives other beverages, but can’t seem to make the terrible coffee anymore and everyone has become literally addicted.

Basically, give me actual corporate and military software in space. With mods.