No-time-for-your-stupid - NoTimeforYourStupid

(Transcript for those of you with screen readers bcuz I couldn’t figure out how to attach it to the image itself on mobile for some reason)

Person 1:

Chekov's Cat: if you see a cat in the first act, it will probably be relevant later. (example: Alien)

Shrodinger's razor: an unopened box may or may not contain the solution to the story; there's no way to know without opening it. (example: Monk)

Occam's gun: the simplest way to kill off a character is to shoot them. (example: Bambi)

Person 2:

Chekov's Box: If there is a container introduced in the opening act, it will be opened later.

Schrodinger's Gun: Treat every gun as if It's loaded unless you've checked it yourself.

Occar's Cat: If you hear strange noises at night, it's probably a cat.

Person 3:

Chekhov's gun: a narrative principle that states that every element in a story must be necessary, and irrelevant elements should be removed.

Occam's razor: if you have two competing ideas to explain the same phenomenon, you should prefer the simpler one.

Shrodingers cat- a cat in a box with poison that has a 50% chance of breaking, we will not know if the cat is dead or alive until opening the box leaving the cat in a perpetual state of uncertainty

Excuse me???

the Orpheus and Eurydice of it all gets even better when you learn in the comics Edwin spent his time in hell not getting wripped apart but having to walk as he listened for the thing behind him follow, not being able to look back and see what it was

When absolutely 0 of Biden’s accomplishments have made any kind of news, and we’ve been fed a steady diet of fear and panic for 3 years, no one gets to be shocked when he loses the next election to Donald 2.0.

Posting anything positive about the president here will get you called a capitalist bootlicker.

What do we expect to happen?

Anger sells better. Anger feels better, it feels righteous.

It’s easier to protest against a president you don’t like then to actually remain in charge and keep pushing ahead, even if small, consistent accomplishments are all you receive.

“Rich kids should go to public schools. The mayor should ride the subway to work. When wealthy people get sick, they should be sent to public hospitals. Business executives should have to stand in the same airport security lines as everyone else. The very fact that people want to buy their way out of all of these experiences points to the reason why they shouldn’t be able to. Private schools and private limos and private doctors and private security are all pressure release valves that eliminate the friction that would cause powerful people to call for all of these bad things to get better. The degree to which we allow the rich to insulate themselves from the unpleasant reality that others are forced to experience is directly related to how long that reality is allowed to stay unpleasant. When they are left with no other option, rich people will force improvement in public systems. Their public spirit will be infinitely less urgent when they are contemplating these things from afar than when they are sitting in a hot ER waiting room for six hours themselves.”

— Everyone Into The Grinder

Y’all don’t even know how much I need this in my life now…

From the new Lockwood and Co fic I'm working on:

Lucy stumbled out of bed, ready to strangle whoever was repeatedly ringing her bell in the middle of the night. Or very early morning? She wasn’t sure, she hadn’t gotten a clock for her bedside table yet and didn’t know where she had put her watch before falling into bed a few hours ago.

When she opened the door all thoughts of murder vanished as quickly as they had come. It was George and he looked like he had been through hell.

"What happened?" she asked anxiously.

"What happened?!" George yelled, obviously not caring about waking her neighbors. "You happened! We had a case with a fetch today and that thing looked like you for Lockwood! He thought you were dead and went mental. He hugged it, thinking it was your ghost! He wanted to follow you into death!"

Lucy gasped. No! That couldn’t be true. Had her leaving caused what she had wanted to prevent by leaving?

"Is he...?"

She couldn’t say the word out loud.