Aries:Machiaviellanism - the denial of the relevance of morality, holding the view that any means can be used if it is necessary to maintain power. Taurus: Epicureanism - the pursuit of pleasure, above all. Gemini: Existentialism - the belief that there is no universal “meaning of life”, the individual is free to create his own meaning and build his character from his actions. Cancer: Idealism - the idea that the material world and reality merely is a product of consciousness, sensation, imagination and perception. Leo: Solipsism - the belief that the self is all there is, that everything else just is a product of their perception. Virgo: Skepticism - a way of life devoted to inquiry, investigation and doubt: always questioning the certainity of things. Libra: Dualism - the belief that everything is made up of polarity and can be sorted into two categories (such as body and mind, good and evil) which cannot exist without one another. Scorpio: Nihilism - denial of the existence of any “truths”, holding the belief that life is ultimately meaningless. Sagittarius: Empiricism - the belief that true wisdom comes from experience. Capricorn: Stoicism - emphasizes the discipline and mastery of the emotions in order to reach a wiser, rational, and peaceful mindset. Aquarius:Surrealism - the rejection of the rational, the negation of the normal; celebrating contradiction, the imagination and the bizzare. Pisces: Romanticism - emphasis on strong emotion and receptiveness, celebrating the imagination, the transcendental and the supreme value of art.
jim kirk not being an annoying dudebro, no weird/sexist interpersonal relationships with “foxy” alien ladies
the horrified look on bones’ face when spock starts laughing out of delirium
the sequence where the enterprise is basically decapitated and dismembered and then set on fire is pretty spectacular (also when kirk and chekov are running around being badasses in the wreckage)
chekov being a motherfucking pimp, literally flirting with anyone and telling outrageous lies about russia
also chekov being an absolute sweetheart and getting everyone else into their escape pods before getting in himself
the sequence with the beastie boys playing in the background was actually super-cool and not cringe like guardians of the galaxy
sulu is a bad bitch. this is just a fact. super cool. super gay. very pilot.
uhura kicking ass, sacrificing her own safety, saving spock lmaooo
jaylah being super rad, unsexualised, intelligent af
thank the lord for simon pegg he did a great job integrating women without making it sexualised and unnecessary, integrating sulu’s homosexuality without making it this huge deal, making the film funny without making it cringe niiceeee
the photo of the old cast was a lovely touch. very well done.
chekov and sulu lowkey dancing to the beastie boys while flying a motherfucking starship
i’m just really happy that chekov got so much more airtime, he was a central character with a lot to do and anton did a marvellous job
the dedications to leonard nimoy and anton at the end
“to absent friends” — did the camera linger on anton? idk?
it was just a really well balanced film with good action, lovely set design, comedy, tragedy etc and i think it was the best of all the three films so far
i miss you a lot anton, thank you for a lovely performance.
The fact that it was a proper assembly film, not just focusing on the Big Three. Everybody has an important role to play in putting the threat together.
I loved the way the Universal Translator worked. Can’t-remember-her-name spoke her language, then a couple seconds later the translation played.
‘Is that classical music?’ ‘I believe so.’
‘At least we’ll die together.’ *transport* ‘WELL THAT’S JUST TYPICAL!’
Scotty gains an adopted daughter. Don’t try and tell me otherwise.
The final dedication where the entire crew joins in.
I read a short story where a woman character “always looked forward to her period” because it was “a reminder of her womanness” and YES! The story WAS in fact written by a male!
*my uterus hits the self destruct button and tissue and blood begins falling out of my vagina*
Man I love learning history because sometimes you learn things that’s not widely known just like how Beethoven’s Fur Elise was actually made for one of his students that he was in love with named Therese. She was a mediocre piano player so he made a melody so easy that even she could play it and impress people (hence the very iconic tune in the beginning) but then he finds out that she was engaged to a different man and so Beethoven basically made the other parts so that she can never play it and if that’s not petty culture then idk what is.
Beethoven’s Symphony No.3 Eorica was originally going to be called The Bonaparte Symphony, since Beethoven was a big supporter of the French Revolution and thought Napoleon was going to bring freedom and democracy to Europe. Then Napoleon crowned himself emperor in 1804. When Beethoven found out, he flew into a massive rage and tore off the top part of the Symphony which contained the title and ripped it up. Not only did he rename it, but also subtitled the new version “in memory of a great man”, as if Napoleon had died and this piece was an in memorium.
Rewriting music because out of spite was the norm for Beethoven.
is that no teacher ever called him James by accident, or that Ron never was called “Bill-, eh Charl-, no Per-, argh!”
As a younger sister who knows this struggle all too well: THIS IS REAL. Pretty sure 70% of my past teachers still think I’m called what my sister is called in fact.
Imagine Fred being called Percy by McGonagall accidentally and then he gets so offended that he refers to her by “Professor [insert any other name but McGonagall” for the rest of the year, costing Gryffindor a considerable amount of points one at a time.
From then on, she vows to just call them all Mr Weasley.
Until Ginny comes along and she calls her Mr Weasley by accident and Ginny “accidentally’ calls her Sir and it starts again.
It’s lightly off-topic but also slightly relevant but I have long cherished this mental image of Professor Snape saying something snappish to Harry in just the wrong tone of voice and Harry absentmindedly, wearily, and completely accidentally responding with, “Yes, Aunt Petunia.”
I think this is why most of the teachers refer to them by their last names
“One pervasive feature of the post-#MeToo landscape has been distraught men apologizing for their gender, fretting about old drunken hookups and begging for guidance on what they can do to help. (Of course it took only moments to transform a mass catharsis into an emotional labor factory.) O.K., fine. You know what you could do to help? Everything.
How about Matt Damon refuses to show up to work until his female co-stars are paid as much as he is? How about Jimmy Fallon refuses to interview anyone who has been credibly accused of sexual assault or domestic violence? How about Robert Downey Jr. relentlessly points out microaggressions against female contemporaries until he develops a reputation for being “difficult” and every day on Twitter 4,000 eighth-graders call him an “SJW cuck”? How about Harvey Weinstein anonymously donates $100 million to that legal defense fund and then melts into the fog as though he never existed?
How about hundreds of male movie stars spend months developing a large-scale action plan to help female farmworkers battle systemic gender inequality? How about men boycott Twitter? How about men strike for International Women’s Day? How about men take on the economic and social burdens of calling out toxic patterns of gendered socialization? How about anyone but the oppressed and John Oliver lifts a finger to change anything at all?
Sexism is a male invention. White supremacy is a white invention. Transphobia is a cisgender invention. So far, men have treated #MeToo like a bumbling dad in a detergent commercial: well-intentioned but floundering, as though they are not the experts. They have a chance to do better by Time’s Up.
Only 2.6 percent of construction workers are female. We did not install this glass ceiling, and it is not our responsibility to demolish it.”
Men need more practice being uncomfortable, so they can get better at it - good enough to doing something constructive (rather than oppressive or destructive) about it.
Y’know Lamb’s Quarter? A common weed throughout the continental US, tolerant of a wide variety of soil conditions including the nutrient-poor and compacted soils common in cities, to the point where it thrives in empty lots?
These plants are close relatives, and produce extremely similar seeds. Lamb’s quarter could easily be grown across the US, in people’s backyard and community gardens, as a low-cost and local alternative to quinoa with no sketchy geopolitical impacts. You literally don’t have to nurture it at all, it’s a goddamn weed, it’ll be fine. Put it where your lawn was, it’ll probably grow better than the grass did. AND you can eat the leaves - they taste almost exactly like spinach.
This just… drives home, again, that a huge part of the appeal of “superfoods” is the sense of the exotic. For whatever nutritional benefits quinoa does have, the marketing strategy is still driven by an undercurrent of orientalism. You too could eat this food, grown laboriously by farmers in the remote Andes mountains! You too could grow strong on the staple crop that has sustained them for centuries! And, y’know, destroy that stable food system in the process. Or you could eat this near-identical plant you found in your backyard.
the older i get the more it’s clear that being smart doesn’t get you very far if you’re not disciplined. there are tons of people who are brilliant but not disciplined. they have amazing ideas but cannot finish a project. they are creative and innovative but cannot execute a plan. i see how important it is to set deadlines and boundaries for myself an to be disciplined.
In 300 years someone’s gonna make a Hamilton-esque musical with Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders and teenagers on the internet are gonna stan Donald Trump like “uwu my trash son Donald being a drama queen as usual” and I’m gonna have to do it. I’m gonna have to come back from the dead and destroy the planet.
It’s a little overly rosy to assume there will be human civilization in 300 years
"We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day they would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth."
