1. rynnay:

    watch both their faces go from “courteous TV smile” to “not paid enough for this bullshit”

    Reblogged from: dedalvs
  2. lavenderpatil:

last-snowfall:

lavenderpatil:

last-snowfall:

deducecanoe:

ppyajunebug:

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure –
But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.
Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.
Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.
Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured – by their classmates –for having been born.
Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle – but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)
Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.
Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again – the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone – the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?
Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.
Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.
Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes – in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.
Imagine the ghosts.
Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield – it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)
Imagine the students unable to trust each other – everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.
Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.
Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.
Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.
Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.
Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.
Imagine the students who leave the wixen world – hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.
Imagine the students who never use magic again.
(Image source.)
(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
lavenderpatil
because everyone should read it

I think… I could be wrong… but everyone Prof Trwylany (sp) said would die at the beginning of every term DID die in the battle of hogwarts? BUt yeah. The year after that was probably filled with grand speeches about those who sacrificed their lives, and how they would rebuild hogwarts, etc. meanwhile… the kids knew. They were there. They knew what it was really like. And the incoming first years probably had a very different relationship with the older kids, who’d seen shit, than in years past. I think there’d be a long year of seriousness and severity… or everyone would try to put on a happy face and pretend that Colin Kreevy wasn’t working on the school paper any more because he was dead. Stiff upper lip. But with a very subdued attitude.

Imagine the seventh years who came back. Because nobody finished their seventh year. That year was a loss. But the ones it really mattered for were them. Imagine the older kids who are up in the night because they can’t sleep for bad dreams hearing the crying from the lower dorms and finding that little girl who can’t make pincushions but can make Fiendfyre hugging her knees, and saying, “You know what, bring your pillow up, you can sleep on my bed while I read.” Imagine the new first years, the ones who hear the story on the train, who’re eleven and still young, seeing an older student sitting alone staring blankly and going over to them and saying, “D’you want some of my chocolate frogs?” because they can’t think of anything else to do. Imagine one finding someone who’s sitting staring at nothing one day and asking in a quiet voice, “Do you need a hug?” and then staying for an hour while the older student cries and cries and hugs them, because some eleven year olds are really smart (and some eleven year olds already came to the school from Bad Shit) and know that sometimes it helps to hold someone you could look after. Imagine the older students who look at these younger ones coming in, all new and safe and bright, and swearing on Merlin’s grave that nothing will ever, *ever* hurt these kids. Imagine the alumni of Dumbledore’s Army, who refused to let the fucking Death Eaters win when they were here and kicking and sure as she won’t let them now, finding things to do on weekends, organizing things, refusing to have it so that people just stay there alone being sad. Fuck the third-year rule: *everyone* can go to Hogsmeade, you just buddy up the young kids with the older kids and I mean, fuck, *who’s going to be a threat to the older kids now*?Imagine them making up insulting nicknames for their old enemies, taking Voldemort and the Carrows and Lestrange and metaphorically spitting on them every time they use them. Imagine Ron volunteering to take on the Boggart that takes up residence in the one class cupboard because no, look, the stupid thing *still looks like a bloody spider* and look it’s fucking hilarious when you take its legs off and tie it up with a bow. And the class laughs. Imagine Harry staying at the school for a couple years, even when he’s done, because once people understand how the charm worked - how because he let Voldemort kill him it meant that nothing Voldemort could do could hurt any of them anymore - everyone just feels *better* when he’s there. Imagine the nights where everyone leaves the common rooms and camps out in the Great Hall and drinks Butterbeer and tells stories and cries and sometimes there are shouting matches because people get so raw, but in the end everyone falls asleep in a pile together. Imagine all the really, truly inappropriate jokes the survivors make, the ones that make their parents’ eyes fill with tears and terrify the first years, because actually when you’ve been dragged face-first through Hell the *worst shit* becomes fucking funny. Imagine how the owls don’t have to be kept in the owlry anymore, because every kid needs the animal they brought with them; imagine that for the kids that lost theirs, or never had one, their friends finding them some, buying them some. Imagine the girl who knows the Cruciatus Curse breaking down crying because she can’t believe she did that, she can’t ever believe she would and she knows she’s wrong and evil and tainted, and Ginny holding her while she cries and when she calms down, Hermione tells her the story of Regulus Black, and about how just because you made shit choices once that doesn’t mean you can’t make better ones now. Imagine that people have been dealing with this kind of horrible shit all through human history, and people are out there dealing with it today, and yes it absolutely sucks and it’s horrible and the scars it leaves are real and heartbreaking and sometimes people are too badly hurt to go on, but also former child-soldiers play team games and laugh at funny stories and refugee kids with horrible stories love colouring books with bright colours and play games with the friends they’ve made in the camps. And these are kids who fought. Who fought like little demons. Who *chose* to fight. So yeah, it could be awful. It could be nothing but bleak from beginning to end, a year (a decade) of sternness and unhappiness. But it doesn’t have to be; it isn’t guaranteed. (and as @tygermama notes, we Muggles have been figuring out this shit: we give it names and throw our best guesses at it, and some of them are good. So there’s help there, too.)

This is my favourite response to this ficlet so far, oh my goodness, thank you.

:3 I’m really glad you liked. The original point is really good - the place is going to be a mess, not just in the building but in all those messed up kids. And it’s not going to go away or be easy and some of them will be too messed up and too hurt to thrive again, and a lot of them will have to redefine “thrive”.
But all these kids were fighters. And I’d like to think they kept fighting. Just now the fight is find some way to live a worthwhile life, instead of bring the bastards down. So I had a sudden swell of Feelings. :3 

You’re very right. My whole motivation for writing this was the dearth of fics we see dealing with the aftermath of the war - or, more accurately, the students, especially those not in the DA. So it was dark, and unhappy, and depressing, and all of that, because I was focused on that part.
Your addition has made it bittersweet in a really good way, though, and the reminder that the students are fighters and that they would heal each other is a good one - and one that I kind of forgot about, when I was writing this, and thinking about only the sad things. Thank you for this. :)

I like to believe that for the next 7 years, the Sorting Hat places students at random - or at what appeared to be random.   For nearly a decade the Hat altered its usual method for sorting, but by the time it reverts, it has done something for Hogwarts no one else could have achieved - by placing those with kind hearts, intelligence  high spirits, and bravery into a House so many could only ever see as nursery for evil, it rebuilt Slytherin House for an entire generation.  It became a House no longer associated with shame or fear, and made all its members - and the families and friends of those students - proud to have been part of what they would always believe was the greatest House at Hogwarts.
Now there’s a story I’d write if I were J.K. Rowling…

    lavenderpatil:

    last-snowfall:

    lavenderpatil:

    last-snowfall:

    deducecanoe:

    ppyajunebug:

    thelethifoldwitch:

    Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

    But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

    Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

    Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

    Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

    Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

    Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

    Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

    Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

    Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

    Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

    Imagine the ghosts.

    Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

    Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

    Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

    Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

    Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

    Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

    Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

    Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

    Imagine the students who never use magic again.

    (Image source.)

    (From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

    Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
    lavenderpatil
    because everyone should read it

    I think… I could be wrong… but everyone Prof Trwylany (sp) said would die at the beginning of every term DID die in the battle of hogwarts? BUt yeah. The year after that was probably filled with grand speeches about those who sacrificed their lives, and how they would rebuild hogwarts, etc. meanwhile… the kids knew. They were there. They knew what it was really like. And the incoming first years probably had a very different relationship with the older kids, who’d seen shit, than in years past. I think there’d be a long year of seriousness and severity… or everyone would try to put on a happy face and pretend that Colin Kreevy wasn’t working on the school paper any more because he was dead. Stiff upper lip. But with a very subdued attitude.

    Imagine the seventh years who came back. Because nobody finished their seventh year. That year was a loss. But the ones it really mattered for were them.

    Imagine the older kids who are up in the night because they can’t sleep for bad dreams hearing the crying from the lower dorms and finding that little girl who can’t make pincushions but can make Fiendfyre hugging her knees, and saying, “You know what, bring your pillow up, you can sleep on my bed while I read.”

    Imagine the new first years, the ones who hear the story on the train, who’re eleven and still young, seeing an older student sitting alone staring blankly and going over to them and saying, “D’you want some of my chocolate frogs?” because they can’t think of anything else to do.

    Imagine one finding someone who’s sitting staring at nothing one day and asking in a quiet voice, “Do you need a hug?” and then staying for an hour while the older student cries and cries and hugs them, because some eleven year olds are really smart (and some eleven year olds already came to the school from Bad Shit) and know that sometimes it helps to hold someone you could look after.

    Imagine the older students who look at these younger ones coming in, all new and safe and bright, and swearing on Merlin’s grave that nothing will ever, *ever* hurt these kids.

    Imagine the alumni of Dumbledore’s Army, who refused to let the fucking Death Eaters win when they were here and kicking and sure as she won’t let them now, finding things to do on weekends, organizing things, refusing to have it so that people just stay there alone being sad. Fuck the third-year rule: *everyone* can go to Hogsmeade, you just buddy up the young kids with the older kids and I mean, fuck, *who’s going to be a threat to the older kids now*?

    Imagine them making up insulting nicknames for their old enemies, taking Voldemort and the Carrows and Lestrange and metaphorically spitting on them every time they use them.

    Imagine Ron volunteering to take on the Boggart that takes up residence in the one class cupboard because no, look, the stupid thing *still looks like a bloody spider* and look it’s fucking hilarious when you take its legs off and tie it up with a bow. And the class laughs.

    Imagine Harry staying at the school for a couple years, even when he’s done, because once people understand how the charm worked - how because he let Voldemort kill him it meant that nothing Voldemort could do could hurt any of them anymore - everyone just feels *better* when he’s there.

    Imagine the nights where everyone leaves the common rooms and camps out in the Great Hall and drinks Butterbeer and tells stories and cries and sometimes there are shouting matches because people get so raw, but in the end everyone falls asleep in a pile together.

    Imagine all the really, truly inappropriate jokes the survivors make, the ones that make their parents’ eyes fill with tears and terrify the first years, because actually when you’ve been dragged face-first through Hell the *worst shit* becomes fucking funny.

    Imagine how the owls don’t have to be kept in the owlry anymore, because every kid needs the animal they brought with them; imagine that for the kids that lost theirs, or never had one, their friends finding them some, buying them some.

    Imagine the girl who knows the Cruciatus Curse breaking down crying because she can’t believe she did that, she can’t ever believe she would and she knows she’s wrong and evil and tainted, and Ginny holding her while she cries and when she calms down, Hermione tells her the story of Regulus Black, and about how just because you made shit choices once that doesn’t mean you can’t make better ones now.

    Imagine that people have been dealing with this kind of horrible shit all through human history, and people are out there dealing with it today, and yes it absolutely sucks and it’s horrible and the scars it leaves are real and heartbreaking and sometimes people are too badly hurt to go on, but also former child-soldiers play team games and laugh at funny stories and refugee kids with horrible stories love colouring books with bright colours and play games with the friends they’ve made in the camps.

    And these are kids who fought. Who fought like little demons. Who *chose* to fight. So yeah, it could be awful. It could be nothing but bleak from beginning to end, a year (a decade) of sternness and unhappiness. But it doesn’t have to be; it isn’t guaranteed.


    (and as @tygermama notes, we Muggles have been figuring out this shit: we give it names and throw our best guesses at it, and some of them are good. So there’s help there, too.)

    This is my favourite response to this ficlet so far, oh my goodness, thank you.

    :3 I’m really glad you liked. The original point is really good - the place is going to be a mess, not just in the building but in all those messed up kids. And it’s not going to go away or be easy and some of them will be too messed up and too hurt to thrive again, and a lot of them will have to redefine “thrive”.

    But all these kids were fighters. And I’d like to think they kept fighting. Just now the fight is find some way to live a worthwhile life, instead of bring the bastards down. So I had a sudden swell of Feelings. :3 

    You’re very right. My whole motivation for writing this was the dearth of fics we see dealing with the aftermath of the war - or, more accurately, the students, especially those not in the DA. So it was dark, and unhappy, and depressing, and all of that, because I was focused on that part.

    Your addition has made it bittersweet in a really good way, though, and the reminder that the students are fighters and that they would heal each other is a good one - and one that I kind of forgot about, when I was writing this, and thinking about only the sad things. Thank you for this. :)

    I like to believe that for the next 7 years, the Sorting Hat places students at random - or at what appeared to be random.   For nearly a decade the Hat altered its usual method for sorting, but by the time it reverts, it has done something for Hogwarts no one else could have achieved - by placing those with kind hearts, intelligence  high spirits, and bravery into a House so many could only ever see as nursery for evil, it rebuilt Slytherin House for an entire generation.  It became a House no longer associated with shame or fear, and made all its members - and the families and friends of those students - proud to have been part of what they would always believe was the greatest House at Hogwarts.

    Now there’s a story I’d write if I were J.K. Rowling…

    Reblogged from: tristianmakhai
  3. pangurbanthewhite:

chikaderp:

wildunicornherd:

thinksquad:

Here is a Science fair project presented by a girl in a secondary school in Sussex . In it she took filtered water and divided it into two parts. The first part she heated to boiling in a pan on the stove, and the second part she heated to boiling in a microwave. Then after cooling she used the water to water two identical plants to see if there would be any difference in the growth between the normal boiled water and the water boiled in a microwave. She was thinking that the structure or energy of the water may be compromised by microwave. As it turned out, even she was amazed at the difference, after the experiment which was repeated by her class mates a number of times and had the same result.
It has been known for some years that the problem with microwaved anything is not the radiation people used to worry about, it’s how it corrupts the DNA in the food so the body can not recognize it.
Microwaves don’t work different ways on different substances. Whatever you put into the microwave suffers the same destructive process. Microwaves agitate the molecules to move faster and faster. This movement causes friction which denatures the original make-up of the substance. It results in destroyed vitamins, minerals, proteins and generates the new stuff called radiolytic compounds, things that are not found in nature.
So the body wraps it in fat cells to protect itself from the dead food or it eliminates it fast. Think of all the Mothers heating up milk in these ‘Safe’ appliances. What about the nurse in Canada that warmed up blood for a transfusion patient and accidentally killed him when the blood went in dead. But the makers say it’s safe. But proof is in the pictures of living plants dying!

NO, YOU PIG-IGNORANT ASSWIPES.
SOME KID’S CLASS PROJECT IS NOT REAL SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH. YOU’VE HEARD OF “DOUBLE BLIND”, RIGHT? CALL ME WHEN IT’S PUBLISHED IN NATURE.

the structure or energy of the water

what the fuck does that even mean you realize that a water molecule is made up of three fucking atoms and if you rearrange it it isn’t water anymore and you would fucking notice

the problem with microwaved anything is not the radiation people used to worry about

Here is a handy diagram I drew of all the different types of radiation:

Microwaves != nuclear reactors, so calm your tits.

it’s how it corrupts the DNA in the food so the body can not recognize it

…do you understand what DNA is and how eating works? DNA is a jumble of protein in the middle of each cell and it tells the cells in that particular organism how to make more cells. Your body does not care about whether your food has any DNA in it or not. The chemicals it cares about are things like vitamins and sugars, as well as inorganic shit like salt.
(You can denature DNA by heating it or using chemicals like urea. It is like what happens when you fry an egg, which is basically a big glob of protein—the strands break apart and it looks like tiny white strings. Very cool.)

Microwaves agitate the molecules to move faster and faster.

I…just…that is the fucking definition of heat, whether you’re heating something over a flame or in a microwave or using the Sun. The difference is that microwaves mostly affect the water molecules in your food and they don’t need to use as much heat. Water boils at 100°C, which is just about as hot as water can get before it just turns into steam; but that’s like the lowest setting on your oven. Oven- or stove-cooked food tastes different partly because it uses higher temperatures and partly because heat is transferred in a different way.

This movement causes friction

That’s not what friction is.

It results in destroyed vitamins, minerals, proteins and generates the new stuff called radiolytic compounds, things that are not found in nature.

Let’s take these one at a time.
Vitamins are classified as water-soluble or fat-soluble. So cooking things in water will dissolve the water-soluble vitamins (C and all the B’s). Just plain heat doesn’t do that, so microwaving veggies—which keeps the water in—is actually a healthier option.
Proteins: Breaking the chemical bonds in proteins (denaturing) is a part of any cooking. However, denatured protein is still nutritious—that’s why you can meet your protein intake with foods like fried eggs and baked chicken.
Minerals are just chemical elements, like off the periodic table—sodium, iron, potassium. (Vitamins and proteins are very complex combinations of elements.)
Which brings me to the “radiolytic compound” bullshit. When you talk about breaking apart, say, iron—you’re talking about breaking down the iron atoms themselves. Which is a whole lot different than breaking the bonds between atoms. It takes hella radiation. You need shit like gamma rays—the OOOH SCARY NUCULAR radiation—which we’ve already established do not come from your microwave.

things that are not found in nature

What the shit does that even mean? You all know radioactive elements occur in nature, right? In rocks and also in living cells. That’s right, you have this radioactive kind of carbon INSIDE YOU. You get it by eating those delicious plants. We can tell how long ago something died by how much of it is left.
Tons of shit that occurs naturally is horribly bad for you. And tons of shit that never existed until we cooked it up is great for you—like the chemical compounds in a lot of medications.
PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE THIS SHIT ARE WHY CHILDHOOD DISEASES THAT CAUSED SERIOUS ILLNESSES AND/OR DEATH THAT WE NEARLY ERADICATED WITH VACCINES ARE NOW COMING BACK AND WHY CONSPIRACY THEORIST TWATS ARE ASKING CITY COUNCIL NOT TO FLUORIDATE THE WATER AND WHY GLOBAL WARMING WILL WRECK OUR FUCKING PLANET.
LERN 2 SCIENCE. Think before you reblog. And microwave your veggies.

This was incredibly amusing to read. Thank you so much for sciencing.

This was a thing of beauty.

My rebuttal to the original post is a lot simpler: Snopes says it’s false. [x]
That said, the sciencing reply was pretty amusing. :p

    pangurbanthewhite:

    chikaderp:

    wildunicornherd:

    thinksquad:

    Here is a Science fair project presented by a girl in a secondary school in Sussex . In it she took filtered water and divided it into two parts. The first part she heated to boiling in a pan on the stove, and the second part she heated to boiling in a microwave. Then after cooling she used the water to water two identical plants to see if there would be any difference in the growth between the normal boiled water and the water boiled in a microwave. She was thinking that the structure or energy of the water may be compromised by microwave. As it turned out, even she was amazed at the difference, after the experiment which was repeated by her class mates a number of times and had the same result.

    It has been known for some years that the problem with microwaved anything is not the radiation people used to worry about, it’s how it corrupts the DNA in the food so the body can not recognize it.

    Microwaves don’t work different ways on different substances. Whatever you put into the microwave suffers the same destructive process. Microwaves agitate the molecules to move faster and faster. This movement causes friction which denatures the original make-up of the substance. It results in destroyed vitamins, minerals, proteins and generates the new stuff called radiolytic compounds, things that are not found in nature.

    So the body wraps it in fat cells to protect itself from the dead food or it eliminates it fast. Think of all the Mothers heating up milk in these ‘Safe’ appliances. What about the nurse in Canada that warmed up blood for a transfusion patient and accidentally killed him when the blood went in dead. But the makers say it’s safe. But proof is in the pictures of living plants dying!

    NO, YOU PIG-IGNORANT ASSWIPES.

    SOME KID’S CLASS PROJECT IS NOT REAL SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH. YOU’VE HEARD OF “DOUBLE BLIND”, RIGHT? CALL ME WHEN IT’S PUBLISHED IN NATURE.

    the structure or energy of the water

    what the fuck does that even mean you realize that a water molecule is made up of three fucking atoms and if you rearrange it it isn’t water anymore and you would fucking notice

    the problem with microwaved anything is not the radiation people used to worry about

    Here is a handy diagram I drew of all the different types of radiation:

    The Electromagnetic Spectrum Cheat Sheet

    Microwaves != nuclear reactors, so calm your tits.

    it’s how it corrupts the DNA in the food so the body can not recognize it

    …do you understand what DNA is and how eating works? DNA is a jumble of protein in the middle of each cell and it tells the cells in that particular organism how to make more cells. Your body does not care about whether your food has any DNA in it or not. The chemicals it cares about are things like vitamins and sugars, as well as inorganic shit like salt.

    (You can denature DNA by heating it or using chemicals like urea. It is like what happens when you fry an egg, which is basically a big glob of protein—the strands break apart and it looks like tiny white strings. Very cool.)

    Microwaves agitate the molecules to move faster and faster.

    I…just…that is the fucking definition of heat, whether you’re heating something over a flame or in a microwave or using the Sun. The difference is that microwaves mostly affect the water molecules in your food and they don’t need to use as much heat. Water boils at 100°C, which is just about as hot as water can get before it just turns into steam; but that’s like the lowest setting on your oven. Oven- or stove-cooked food tastes different partly because it uses higher temperatures and partly because heat is transferred in a different way.

    This movement causes friction

    That’s not what friction is.

    It results in destroyed vitamins, minerals, proteins and generates the new stuff called radiolytic compounds, things that are not found in nature.

    Let’s take these one at a time.

    • Vitamins are classified as water-soluble or fat-soluble. So cooking things in water will dissolve the water-soluble vitamins (C and all the B’s). Just plain heat doesn’t do that, so microwaving veggies—which keeps the water in—is actually a healthier option.
    • Proteins: Breaking the chemical bonds in proteins (denaturing) is a part of any cooking. However, denatured protein is still nutritious—that’s why you can meet your protein intake with foods like fried eggs and baked chicken.
    • Minerals are just chemical elements, like off the periodic table—sodium, iron, potassium. (Vitamins and proteins are very complex combinations of elements.)

    Which brings me to the “radiolytic compound” bullshit. When you talk about breaking apart, say, iron—you’re talking about breaking down the iron atoms themselves. Which is a whole lot different than breaking the bonds between atoms. It takes hella radiation. You need shit like gamma rays—the OOOH SCARY NUCULAR radiation—which we’ve already established do not come from your microwave.

    things that are not found in nature

    What the shit does that even mean? You all know radioactive elements occur in nature, right? In rocks and also in living cells. That’s right, you have this radioactive kind of carbon INSIDE YOU. You get it by eating those delicious plants. We can tell how long ago something died by how much of it is left.

    Tons of shit that occurs naturally is horribly bad for you. And tons of shit that never existed until we cooked it up is great for you—like the chemical compounds in a lot of medications.

    PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE THIS SHIT ARE WHY CHILDHOOD DISEASES THAT CAUSED SERIOUS ILLNESSES AND/OR DEATH THAT WE NEARLY ERADICATED WITH VACCINES ARE NOW COMING BACK AND WHY CONSPIRACY THEORIST TWATS ARE ASKING CITY COUNCIL NOT TO FLUORIDATE THE WATER AND WHY GLOBAL WARMING WILL WRECK OUR FUCKING PLANET.

    LERN 2 SCIENCE. Think before you reblog. And microwave your veggies.

    This was incredibly amusing to read. Thank you so much for sciencing.

    This was a thing of beauty.

    My rebuttal to the original post is a lot simpler: Snopes says it’s false. [x]

    That said, the sciencing reply was pretty amusing. :p

    Reblogged from: theheartspeaksloudest
  4. melissaannandthecool:

Just a reminder

    melissaannandthecool:

    Just a reminder

    Reblogged from: kwieduwilt
  5. Hello Anonymous,

    I’m unsure what your point is.  Would it matter if I were a Republican?  Would that make the idiocy of the Republican mindset on this any different?  Or would my opinion hold more/less merit if I were Independent or Democrat (or any other party)?  If you care to know my affiliation, just ask.  In the meantime, I offer the following…

    There are not many Republicans, even moderate ones, who will say what I have said - that FREE healthcare means NO mandate, that it means NO extra costs to the citizen upon seeking care, and that if it means raising taxes to cover EVERYONE then that is PERFECTLY FINE because it is expected and reasonable.  Hell, at this point there aren’t many on ANY side of the aisle who would say the same thing.

    The whole purpose of the mandate was to avoid raising taxes - and yet that is exactly the effective method the mandate achieves, which Chief Justice Roberts pointed out, by the way.  But everyone’s forgotten that the origination of that mandate was from a Republican think-tank.  There’s NOTHING wrong with raising taxes for good social programs like universal healthcare, education assistance, environmental conservation, social welfare, etc.  - it’s the bad ones I have a problem with (like pointless wars, bridges to nowhere, corporate welfare, wars for oil, and incentivizing pro-life clinics at the expense of pro-choice ones).

    Do I sound more or less like a Republican when I say things like THAT?  I do wish people would worry less about whether a person’s RATIONAL point is coming from a conservative or liberal view and focused more on the fact that it was objectively rational.

    Less “us vs. them” and more “we’re in this together so let’s just do the right things” and maybe there wouldn’t be botched implementations of what never should have been treated with such politicking in the first place.

  6. dedalvs:

kirravevina:

If you’ve seen HBO’s smash hit Game of Thrones then you’ve already gotten a taste of David’s impressive linguistic work; but did you know that David has also created languages for other shows including Defiance, Dominion, Star - Crossed and The 100? Here’s what David had to say about his dreams - and they expand beyond Hollywood.  ”My life’s dream is to create an enduring work of art. The medium isn’t important. The way I see it, creating a work of art - a novel, an album, a language, a play, a show, a film - isn’t about being remembered. Ultimately all individuals are forgotten, and that’s fine. The purpose of art is to connect to others across time and space - not to teach, so much as to let another individual know that they’re not alone - that someone else faced the challenges they’re facing; was burdened by the fears and insecurities they’re burdened by; had the hopes and dreams that they have. This way even if someone somewhere else is in a bad place and has no friends or family to speak of, they know there’s someone out there in the world that understood - or understands - what they’re going through- someone who’s on their side.”(Whoa. If that isn’t inspiring, I don’t know what is.)President of the Language Creation Society, David works as a language consultant and lives in Santa Ana, California with his lovely wife Erin and their cat. Are you interested in following David and his work? Check him out here - right on Tumblr. 
Tumblr : http://dedalvs.tumblr.com/
Are you a dreamer? Tell me your story! Let’s change the world. Follow www.kirravevina.com to see #THEDREAMERS added to my blog every week!

This is a cool series, btw. Check it out!

    dedalvs:

    kirravevina:

    If you’ve seen HBO’s smash hit Game of Thrones then you’ve already gotten a taste of David’s impressive linguistic work; but did you know that David has also created languages for other shows including Defiance, Dominion, Star - Crossed and The 100? Here’s what David had to say about his dreams - and they expand beyond Hollywood. 

     ”My life’s dream is to create an enduring work of art. The medium isn’t important. The way I see it, creating a work of art - a novel, an album, a language, a play, a show, a film - isn’t about being remembered. Ultimately all individuals are forgotten, and that’s fine. The purpose of art is to connect to others across time and space - not to teach, so much as to let another individual know that they’re not alone - that someone else faced the challenges they’re facing; was burdened by the fears and insecurities they’re burdened by; had the hopes and dreams that they have. This way even if someone somewhere else is in a bad place and has no friends or family to speak of, they know there’s someone out there in the world that understood - or understands - what they’re going through- someone who’s on their side.”

    (Whoa. If that isn’t inspiring, I don’t know what is.)

    President of the Language Creation Society, David works as a language consultant and lives in Santa Ana, California with his lovely wife Erin and their cat. 

    Are you interested in following David and his work? Check him out here - right on Tumblr. 

    Tumblr : http://dedalvs.tumblr.com/

    Are you a dreamer? Tell me your story! Let’s change the world. 
    Follow www.kirravevina.com to see #THEDREAMERS added to my blog every week!

    This is a cool series, btw. Check it out!

    Reblogged from: dedalvs
  7. cognitivedissonance:

natalie-ann:

asmilinggoddess:

thefuuuucomics:

cognitivedissonance:

darthmobius:

cognitivedissonance:

I have bronchitis. Thanks to the ACA, I was able to get medicine for $0. #ThanksObama

LIES.
that came from taxes I paid.

Well, let my know how much I owe you and I’ll drop a few pennies in the mail. War comes from taxes you paid, and I personally dislike the amount I pay going for that… Maybe we should check “yes” or “no” on our 1040 forms this year for allocation of tax dollars.
I’m sorry you think I’m lying, but I’m not. I qualified for the Medicaid expansion under the ACA, which is partially funded through taxpayer revenue. I don’t think the IRS mailed you a letter saying, “Nah nah nah nah naaaaaaah! This year’s tax dollars went to pay for medicine for poor people mwahahaha!” Who knows? Maybe YOUR portion of tax dollars went to a Hellfire missile that took out a village in Afghanistan. Ooh, how exciting for you!
Comfort yourself with that thought as I use my inhaler, which I would not have been able to afford without the ACA.



#gonna need obamacare to afford treatment for that burn jackass

what the fuck is wrong with Americans who aren’t on board with free healthcare. I’m Canadian and I don’t care that I pay extra taxes so a little boy in Alberta can have open heart surgery, or an elderly man in Nova Scotia can get the heart medication he desperately needs. It’s called taking care of your people. I’m glad I pay so that people can have a good quality of life. It’s called being a decent fucking human being.

This ↑


 Reblogged this before, but kinda still think it needs saying -“free healthcare” isn’t free to anyone except the recipients.  I pay for my healthcare through my employer - meaning I pay hundreds of dollars a month for the premium in addition to the portion my employer pays, and I STILL have to pay a deductible of $3000 AND for doctor visits and prescriptions.  The ACA doubled my premium and quadrupled my deductible and 95% of what used to be covered medications at $4 a prescription are now not covered at all - the rest cost $75 per prescription.  I’m not paying “a little more in taxes” so everyone gets free healthcare - I am paying THOUSANDS more and only a VERY small number get anything from it.Those who cannot afford healthcare are required to pay, too, at almost the same rates I do but for worse coverage - and are FINED if they don’t get it. No reasonable person is against getting the needy some affordable healthcare. In fact, I want everyone to have free healthcare beyond just basic services. What we’re against is how fucking stupid the ACA actually is. If people can’t afford coverage then FINING them for not having it solves nothing. Making ANYONE pay for basic healthcare is a fucking joke. All “paid” insurance should be for care above and beyond basic care. Instead we have a truly stupid implementation that only helps a very small number of people. I’m glad they do get helped - but I am irate at the grossly inflated taxes to help so few when it should have been to help everyone.And the reason it became this stupid is because of the Republican ideas to mandate the coverage or pay a fine and to make the coverage private rather than government.  By doing that the insurance companies simply did the math and divided up costs amongst all the people who were already covered.  This was not to keep them from losing money - it was to ensure they made even MORE profits.Socialized medicine in a capitalistic country results in an idiotic healthcare plan. THAT is the problem.Had this been done via more intelligent (i.e. Non-partisan politics) everyone’s tax bill would have gone up about $50 and every person would have healthcare.  That would have been fine. What we ended up with was not.

    cognitivedissonance:

    natalie-ann:

    asmilinggoddess:

    thefuuuucomics:

    cognitivedissonance:

    darthmobius:

    cognitivedissonance:

    I have bronchitis. Thanks to the ACA, I was able to get medicine for $0. #ThanksObama

    LIES.

    that came from taxes I paid.

    Well, let my know how much I owe you and I’ll drop a few pennies in the mail. War comes from taxes you paid, and I personally dislike the amount I pay going for that… Maybe we should check “yes” or “no” on our 1040 forms this year for allocation of tax dollars.

    I’m sorry you think I’m lying, but I’m not. I qualified for the Medicaid expansion under the ACA, which is partially funded through taxpayer revenue. I don’t think the IRS mailed you a letter saying, “Nah nah nah nah naaaaaaah! This year’s tax dollars went to pay for medicine for poor people mwahahaha!” Who knows? Maybe YOUR portion of tax dollars went to a Hellfire missile that took out a village in Afghanistan. Ooh, how exciting for you!

    Comfort yourself with that thought as I use my inhaler, which I would not have been able to afford without the ACA.

    what the fuck is wrong with Americans who aren’t on board with free healthcare. I’m Canadian and I don’t care that I pay extra taxes so a little boy in Alberta can have open heart surgery, or an elderly man in Nova Scotia can get the heart medication he desperately needs. It’s called taking care of your people. I’m glad I pay so that people can have a good quality of life. It’s called being a decent fucking human being.

    This ↑

    Reblogged this before, but kinda still think it needs saying -“free healthcare” isn’t free to anyone except the recipients. I pay for my healthcare through my employer - meaning I pay hundreds of dollars a month for the premium in addition to the portion my employer pays, and I STILL have to pay a deductible of $3000 AND for doctor visits and prescriptions. The ACA doubled my premium and quadrupled my deductible and 95% of what used to be covered medications at $4 a prescription are now not covered at all - the rest cost $75 per prescription. I’m not paying “a little more in taxes” so everyone gets free healthcare - I am paying THOUSANDS more and only a VERY small number get anything from it.

    Those who cannot afford healthcare are required to pay, too, at almost the same rates I do but for worse coverage - and are FINED if they don’t get it.

    No reasonable person is against getting the needy some affordable healthcare. In fact, I want everyone to have free healthcare beyond just basic services. What we’re against is how fucking stupid the ACA actually is. If people can’t afford coverage then FINING them for not having it solves nothing.

    Making ANYONE pay for basic healthcare is a fucking joke. All “paid” insurance should be for care above and beyond basic care. Instead we have a truly stupid implementation that only helps a very small number of people. I’m glad they do get helped - but I am irate at the grossly inflated taxes to help so few when it should have been to help everyone.

    And the reason it became this stupid is because of the Republican ideas to mandate the coverage or pay a fine and to make the coverage private rather than government. By doing that the insurance companies simply did the math and divided up costs amongst all the people who were already covered. This was not to keep them from losing money - it was to ensure they made even MORE profits.

    Socialized medicine in a capitalistic country results in an idiotic healthcare plan. THAT is the problem.

    Had this been done via more intelligent (i.e. Non-partisan politics) everyone’s tax bill would have gone up about $50 and every person would have healthcare. That would have been fine. What we ended up with was not.

    Reblogged from: geekruminations
  8. tristianmakhai replied to your post:
    That first ep of season two made be sit back, stunned. They came bolting out of the gate with it. But, boy, it really gears up season 2, and look out for season 3. Man. They do an excellent job up to 4. Five is…not bad, but not as tight.

    Yeah I am digging S2. Much love for how they did Diaz’s backstory. Also…PeckStein broshipping hardcore and dislike idea of them being more

  9. momentary-ecstasy:

    Sometimes I just get really sad about Bering and Wells. 

    Still haven’t watched the last 2 episodes means never having to be sad about B&W. Legit.

    Reblogged from: rosesama35
  10. So Rookie Blue was a bit rough for the first half of S1…but looks like it found its legs with the first ep of S2.  Holy shit.

    Dunno how big of an outcast it might make me in that fandom, but I think my fav char is Diaz.

  11. anneboleyns:

    Rick O’Connell: a summary

    Reblogged from: crazycat9449
  12. danytargaryenz:presented without comment (x)

    danytargaryenz:

    presented without comment (x)

    Reblogged from: plusxonexforever
  13. tristianmakhai:

    sassy-spoon:

    When friend is clearly upset but they don’t wanna talk about it but you wanna help but don’t know how and you just kinda

    image

    winters-discontent definitely

    Reblogged from: tristianmakhai
  14. tristianmakhai:

    mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh:

    Female BAMFs Throughout History

    Someone needs to go back and add the names of these amazing women.  Remind me to do it if no one else has.

    1. Ching Sheh (read about her here)
    2. Nancy Wake (read about her here)
    3. Lyudimila Pavlichenko (read about her here)
    4. Rukshana Kausar (read about her here)
    5. The Gulabi Gang (read about them here)
    6. Neerja Bhanot (read about her here)
    7. Zainab Bibi (read about here here)
    8. Susan Khunhausen (read about here here)
    9. Parinya Charoenphol (read about her here)
    10. Juliane Koepcke (read about her here)
    Reblogged from: tristianmakhai
  15. Have a shit ton of things on my mind so spent some time in my Oblivion game while trying to solve some major life issues.  Eventually found myself becoming impatient waiting on a vendor NPC to show up so I could sell a bunch of stuff - so impatient that when she finally arrived I just shot her in the face with an arrow and didn’t give a fuck that she died or that all the other NPCs started screaming for the guards.  

    I fully expected the to be hauled off to jail, but that didn’t happen.  I’d forgotten how much time I spent persuading everyone in that building to like me so I could get better vendor prices - and it resulted in them  whomping all over the guards for attacking me.  

    That’s when I began plotting.

    I ran over to the mages guild to do the same thing - only this time I shot the guildhall leader during an active quest for her (the active quest marked her “essential” so she can’t die).  When the guards arrived I yielded to the guildhall leader, and watched her attack the guards.  But then I got to witness the most impressive display of battle-magic this side of an Oblivion gate as every mage in the entire building swarmed to defend her when the guards fought back.  

    I did this repeatedly for just under an hour until I no longer felt frustrated with life in general.  There is no therapy in the world as satisfying as this.

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