if you ever need a good cry just read up on st thecla, who was sentenced to die by beasts for defending herself from a rapist, and how in the amphitheater the most fierce of all of the creatures, a she-lion, fell at her feet and groomed her, and then protected her from all the other animals, culminating in a confrontation with a he-lion, where the exhausted, wounded lioness kills him but dies in the process, and how witnessing this fueled the women of the city to rise in protection of thecla when they realize the lioness can no longer protect her
like the detail that its a lioness who comes to thecla’s defense is really highlighted in the text and the detail that she dies protecting the girl from a male lion is also highlighted and thats so significant considering the fact that thecla is to be killed because she fought off a powerful man from raping her, and that paul basically abandons her (TWICE), but then its the women of the city who protect her chastity, who take her hands while she is lead to the amphitheater, who step up and call out the atrocity of the sentencing and denounce the governor and support thecla in a voice so loud that “the whole city seemed to be shaken”, and drug the next round of beasts to sleep, like.
a girl ripping the crown from the head of her rapist, surrogate momma lion’s tearing rabid bears to pieces, women shaking cities to the ground with their voices its a good saint story
"Muggleborns in Hogwarts starting a film club and introducing Purebloods to any number of Teen romantic comedies"
What Muggleborns should do is start a film club and make Purebloods watch something that will scare the shit out of them. Make them watch Alien. Silence of the Lambs. Final Destination. Saw.
Show a them marathon of the best of Muggle horror and watch their eyes widen and faces go pale as they realize just how fucked up Muggles are.
Remember when Trey parker and Matt stone went to the oscars in dresses and whenever anyone asked about it they would avoid the question with ‘it’s such a magical evening and everyone just looks so spectacular we’re glad to be a part of it all’ and they were on Acid the whole time.
The Doorway Effect: Why your brain won’t let you remember what you were doing before you came in here
I work in a lab, and the way our lab is set up, there are two adjacent rooms, connected by both an outer hallway and an inner doorway. I do most of my work on one side, but every time I walk over to the other side to grab a reagent or a box of tips, I completely forget what I was after. This leads to a lot of me standing with one hand on the freezer door and grumbling, “What the hell was I doing?” It got to where all I had to say was “Every damn time” and my labmate would laugh. Finally, when I explained to our new labmate why I was standing next to his bench with a glazed look in my eyes, he was able to shed some light. “Oh, yeah, that’s a well-documented phenomenon,” he said. “Doorways wipe your memory.”
Being the gung-ho new science blogger that I am, I decided to investigate. And it’s true! Well, doorways don’t literally wipe your memory. But they do encourage your brain to dump whatever it was working on before and get ready to do something new. In one study, participants played a video game in which they had to carry an object either across a room or into a new room. Then they were given a quiz. Participants who passed through a doorway had more trouble remembering what they were doing. It didn’t matter if the video game display was made smaller and less immersive, or if the participants performed the same task in an actual room—the results were similar. Returning to the room where they had begun the task didn’t help: even context didn’t serve to jog folks’ memories.
The researchers wrote that their results are consistent with what they call an “event model” of memory. They say the brain keeps some information ready to go at all times, but it can’t hold on to everything. So it takes advantage of what the researchers called an “event boundary,” like a doorway into a new room, to dump the old info and start over. Apparently my brain doesn’t care that my timer has seconds to go—if I have to go into the other room, I’m doing something new, and can’t remember that my previous task was antibody, idiot, you needed antibody.
I finally learned why I completely space when I cross to the other side of the lab, and that I’m apparently not alone.
this is actually kind of great and it’s nice to know there’s something behind that constant spacing out whenever i enter a different place