#physics classes in cp

[copper-dragon-in-disguise]

no no no i refuse i will not take fucking principals of marketing i refuse to take that fucking class

[crooked-wasteland]

Taking out the themes of Colonialism and Tourism from Lilo and Stitch is to dig the foundation of the story out from under itself.

One of my favorite examples of how the white washing of colonized peoples affects their wellbeing was the scene at the very beginning of the 2002 animated movie. Lilo is late to her dance class, a class that teaches the traditional Hawaiian style.

While I think most are aware of this fact, Hula is a choreographed story. I learned Hula from my own dance teacher as a child, who was a native Hawaiian. I was inspired by how the motions told the stories of Hawaii's mythology and I understood the reverence for the art even then.

So the fact that Lilo is both a dancer and a student of her culture is important. It bleeds seamlessly into her storytelling around Pudge the Fish. Her beliefs and customs around Pudge, while often elevated as autistic coding, is also just a way to show how White colonizers erased native culture. Lilo truly believes Pudge can control the weather, much like many Polynesian and native American mythologies have the same beliefs to their lore as any other religion.

But instead of her beliefs being valued or understood, especially in regards to her trauma and how a bad storm resulted in her parents' car crash, Mertyl, the very white American girl from the mainland, calls Lilo crazy. And in 2025, we have to be more aware of how colonialism and religion also go hand in hand. All religious beliefs outside of the white Christians' magical man from the middle east are obviously silly little stories and fairy tales.

And Lilo fights back. Physically and without restraint. She defends herself and in that way defends her culture.

But every time Lilo fights back against the colonialism that is actively alienating her from her own home, she is told she's in the wrong.

Just like how Stitch is considered an abomination for merely existing.

Lilo and Stitch connect on the grounds of their shared anger at social structures they don't understand, a sense of powerlessness, and a longing for stability and community.

Lilo replicates colonialism onto Stitch in the sequence where she tries to make him like Elvis Presley. Trying to construct this idea of Stitch that is more understandable and palatable to others. Her crayon chart and use of the words "good" and "bad" is Lilo's way of trying to fit in. It's her child's mind attempt at accepting assimilation.

And it is reinforced through Nani's journey of finding a job. She's not seeking a job out of her own needs or desires, but because the US Government in the form of CPS will claim her unfit to take care of her sister if she doesn't. Nani is constantly creating a different version of herself to be accepted, assimilated, all while Lilo is attempting to do the same to Stitch. And Nani's reasoning of trying to keep custody of Lilo in the face of an abstract entity that has unimaginable power is a perfect allegory to Hawaii and her struggle to maintain her culture in the face of colonialism and gentrification.

If you remove the colonization themes from Lilo and Stitch, you have removed the fundamental structures that keep the story together.

[faggottonystark]

I put her thang in the dryer . Look at this fucking lint trap😭

Ok doing my laundry for the first time at home since i left for college directly after one of my moms cat blankets load and there were no dead bugs this time. at least

[zebulontheplanet]

How has your experience been going to a college specifically for disabled people? And were you in special ed in school?

I was in special ed in school because of my CP and autism and I didn’t enjoy it at all. Is the college experience different?

Hello! Good question.

My experience for going to a college for the disabled has been…bleh. I like my college. It’s great! But I only like the curriculum and the teachers.

My school was originally aimed towards those that were physically disabled. Slowly it turned to cognitive and developmental disabled. Now, there are only a handful of physically disabled people, and it’s all developmentally disabled people. Which isn’t bad! Just putting in perspective.

A lot of my peers in the school, are pretty “normal”. A lot of them have “minimum” disabilities. (This isn’t invalidating their disabilities, this is just saying that their disabilities don’t really affect them academically or in everyday life. They can pass as neurotypical.) So when I came, I thought I’d be surrounded by people who understood and cared. It quickly came up that this was NOT the case.

My peers have no idea how to deal with me. And although they talk to me, I’m not “normal” enough to get past the small talk phase and move onto the friend phase. And I don’t understand it. I’m a good student. I passed this term with all As, and yet people still underestimate me and act like I’m not capable even though I’m top of my class.

It’s very disheartening, but sadly my reality.

I was not in special education during high school, I was homeschooled basically all my life.

It is different here because we have more freedoms, but again, there’s no guarantee that you’ll make friends, or be understood even by people like you.

[princess-of-the-corner]

If the movie writers wanted a plotline with a parentified sibling who ultimately decided giving their sibling over to the system/a supportive neighbor friend so that they could be free to pursue their career, then they should have made a different movie. Instead of the movie whose name literally means "Lost and Stitched Together", that's part of Found Family™️ the Franchise. And preferably with white characters instead of pulling apart an indigenous family through CPS.

YEAH EXACTLY LIKE

I, in theory, get the idea. A message about how as important as family is, sometimes it's not enough and you need outside help makes sense.

But not with the movie whose entire theme and plot was about how a loving family, blood or not, is the most important thing and separating a loving is bad.

And I think it's especially fucked up because. In the original movie? Nani was doing decently and was fine with the whole situation, the problem was that Lilo and Stitch are self-sabotaging.

I don't mean this to dunk on them. Their reasons make sense. Lilo is dealing with the grief of losing her parents, and Stitch is a genetic experiment designed to destroy things.

But Lilo is causing problems. She's letting her coping mechanisms get in the way of prior commitments(feeding Pudge instead of going to Hula class), she got into a physical fight where she straight up bit Mertle, instead of waiting to be picked up from class she sneaked off when the teacher was distracted to walk home which makes Nani look bad as she tries to chase her down because she's not where she's supposed to be. Etc.

Nani had a decent job at a resturaunt, but Stitch got her fired by being destructive. And as she tries to get a new one, his destructive nature keeps ruining her chances over and over.

But despite everything, Nani was trying. She didn't care that she had to put her own dreams on hold for a bit. She was never frustrated or bitter about losing out on part of her life because that's her sister damn it!

So changing her to someone who is doing this more out of obligation but is cool giving her sister up to pursue her dreams as soon as there's an option that isn't 'be placed with strangers' is....... oof.

Tangential note:

I'm also getting more and more pissed about them making Jumba a full villain.

Like. /Maybe/ if only the original movie existed and Jumba's reformation was left more up in the air.

But three movies and a whole ass series have Jumba being a morally-questionable but very loving uncle to Lilo. So anyone who loves this franchise on more than a surface-level 'Stitch is a marketable plushie' level is going to be pissed as FUCK about this choice.

[stilesinwonderland]

PondDunk Modeling Series

A NEW SHOW IDEA FROM ME? More likely than you think! Anyway if you’re new here I always come up with random show ideas that GMMTV could come up with for either their branded CPs or if they wanted to switch things up—WHICH THEY SHOULD!!

SO hear me out:

Pond=Pon (teehee)

Dunk=Chai

Pon is an underwear model and Chai is just starting out in the field but he’s built a particular interest in Pon—at first it is a physical attraction after seeing him actually working in person, then it’s his focus and dedication, but when he sees how reserved and shy he is, Chai really wants to peel his layers back.

Secretly, they each watch each other work from the back of the set. Chai has absolutely no idea that Pon is also interested in him while he is flirting but one time Chai catches Pon and there is a funny scene with that.

To convince him to spend time together, Chai begs Pon to teach him modeling methods, and we get a scene similar to Dirty Dancing. Warm hands on hips, guiding, finger running along chin to turn it upward. Chai tries to control his breathing but nearly passes out lol

Pon always wears a robe when he’s done modeling and I imagine him pulling it closed with a scandalized look with a funny tune playing in the background

Pon also models for art students for some extra cash (maybe to support his family? Some backstory there)—possibly nude—and Chai happens to find him there because he was considering trying the class. Pon falls off the table and Chai has to treat his wounds but laughs the whole time

Pon is obsessed with Chai’s waist and likes to run a finger up and down them, while Chai likes to grip Pon’s biceps tightly—and his shoulders for sure.

They are majorly flirty with each other. Innuendo central !!!

When Chai gets his first Huge modeling gig with a major brand it gets someone’s attention who starts writing letters and eventually stalks him—I imagine it becoming pretty dangerous for both of them

For some reason I see a scene of them being chased into a cemetery? Maybe Chai has a long-lost brother who is jealous or something lol. A classic creep works too

P’Jennie has to be there as a competing model! I think her and Pon have to have some kind of ridiculous beef where they just look at each other like 🤨😒 all the time.

Pon doesn’t exclusively underwear model of course, so one time he is asked to model for a company and doesn’t know that he is paired with Chai. This is before they are together, but close to the boiling point for Pon. He isn’t even sure what is holding himself back at this point. Is it his work? Is it his insecurities? Chai seems surprised that they are paired up too, but seems to go along with it, eager to work as always.

As they pose, it seems that they gravitate closer and closer, and the lump in Pon’s throat grows. He tries to swallow it down, but as they direct each other to meet the other’s eyes, he nearly chokes on it.

Chai smirks knowingly, his hand sneaking up behind them to stroke his spine where the cameras can’t see. Pon’s gaze goes dark.

“Perfect!” The director exclaims as they stare at each other—their eyes break apart—“now look here!”

Following the shoot, Chai sneaks into Pon’s room and backs Pon into a corner. He lifts an eyebrow. The air is heady, and all Pon can think about is that hand against his back, the finger tracing his spine. Chai’s brown eyes are darkened. “Good job at the shoot today,” Chai tells him. His voice is thick.

Pon clears his throat, cursing at how it gives away how much he is affected. “I should be saying that to you. I have been teaching you.”

Chai takes a step forward, an important one. “I don’t think there’s anything else you need to teach me,” he says, with finality.

When they kiss, their arms wrap around each other desperately because they have both been waiting, the tension snapping, nearly audible in the air.

—

Oh yeah, and most importantly:

LONG HAIR POND???

(Thanks to @sharktofu for brainstorming with me 🫶🏻)

[starathsbunker]

For those who don't know, I am an adult with cerebral palsy. It's a condition I was born with, and although I was treated for it until age 10, my CP was then ignored thereafter. I didn't even know I had cerebral palsy until I figured it out for myself in a Special Education class at age 24, because my parents never told me what my disability was. Once I was properly rediagnosed, I sought out treatment for my mobility and pain issues, and found out something deeply concerning.

The medical community does not know what to do with adults with cerebral palsy. In fact, the definition of cerebral palsy didn't mention it can occur in adults until late last year.

The majority of studies, treatment and resources go to children, which is fine, but no one seems to care that children with cerebral palsy grow up to be adults with cerebral palsy. Once you've aged out of pediatric care, it's pretty much "Good luck!" and any medical support you have drops like falling off a cliff.

I found an article recently entitled "Adults with cerebral palsy fear aging in an ignorant world", which you can read here.

The article talks about what I have experienced in my life. Despite CP being a known condition, adults with CP struggle to get treatment for the pain, mobility issues, and most terrifying, the loss of physical ability that comes with getting older. Finding a medical professional who specializes in CP is hard enough, but knowing how to take care of it? How the decline progresses? How to make it better for the people who have it? Almost nobody knows.

Most of this falls on the medical community for not committing resources into studying it in adults. This article states that according to a study done by The National Library of Medicine, 4% of funds allocated to studying cerebral palsy goes to examining it in adults. Four percent. I suppose I should be grateful for that much.

To be fair, cerebral palsy is more like a spectrum condition instead of an all-encompassing malady that can be explained in simple terms. It affects everyone differently, depending on location (one limb, one side, two limbs or all sides/limbs), brain damage that causes it (which can cause speech, swallowing and cognitive issues), severity (functionally independent to fully in wheelchair), muscular issues (too tight or too loose), pain severity, and balance issues.

“It (CP) is never the same disorder twice. If you have seen one individual with cerebral palsy, you have simply seen just one individual with cerebral palsy.” -- Dr. Michael Shevell

I was struck by the article above because I read that other adults with CP, some much older than me, are worried about the same thing I am: How to treat the damage CP does to the body that makes us age faster than an able-bodied person. It's kind of comforting that I'm not alone in this, I thought, but then, Oh God, other people like me are worried about it.... are they getting any help? IS there any help?

The answer is "kind of." Physical therapy, exercise, and other tactics can be used to maintain strength, mobility, and balance to a certain degree. But once you are old enough, once the degrading starts, there seems to be very little anyone can do.

And that makes me angry. It was bad enough that my disability was ignored by my parents as a child. By doing so they set me up for failure as an adult, because I didn't know how to work within the limitations of my disability. I was taught to be an able-bodied person, and so I lived that way until my body gave out on me and now I can't work. I go to doctor's appointments and therapy sessions instead. I live in poverty, dependent on the food shelf and state assistance because my Social Security Disability doesn't pay me enough to live on. I survive. That's it.

Now, as an adult, I work hard to maintain my independence and mobility. I am terrified of losing either. I go to physical therapy every other week, do exercises daily, and walk as much as I can. I am fortunate that I have medical professionals in my area who know how to treat the symptoms of my CP, even if they are not fully educated on the condition itself as experts.

But my future of physical health is largely unclear. I will do what I can, as long as I can, until the CP catches up with me. It already did that once in 2019, when I had to stop working because I was unable to get out of bed. When will that happen again? Will I have to stop walking? Will my good knee give out? Will my bad hip stop supporting me? Will I fall and injure my good hand, and become unable to feed myself? Will I have to use a cane, then a walker, then a wheelchair, before I'm 50?

This is why studying cerebral palsy in adults is necessary. I am known for my anxiety, but I know I am not the only one with CP who wonders about this. The CP communities I am a part of know more about the condition than the medical professionals do sometimes, and we educate each other. It shouldn't have to be that way. No one should have to wonder about these things and how their condition will worsen in the future. Things are getting better but... for now, I'm scared.

That is what it is like to be an adult with cerebral palsy in today’s world.

[youre-amazing-say-it]

The Marks We Hide

Paring: Peter Parker x OC, OC X OC's Mom, Peter Parker x Tony Stark (scene at the end)

Warning: anxiety, emotional abuse, physical abuse, flashbacks, physical marks of abuse, condescending mother, reporting to CPS, calm Tony stark

Word Count: 2.3k

Midtown High’s debate team room was a safe haven for Carrie Mitchell. She could be loud, bold, and passionate—everything that felt held back at home. The room was filled with trophies and pictures of winning teams from the past, including one from last year, where Carrie smiled proudly, holding the state championship plaque.

During practice on Thursday, Peter Parker watched as Carrie excitedly led a discussion about environmental policy. Dressed in a smart navy blazer, she shared her ideas confidently. "Studies show that companies are responsible for sixty percent of global emissions," she argued passionately.

MJ, sitting next to Peter, nodded in agreement, and even Flash chose to take notes instead of making his usual sarcastic comments. Just as Carrie was about to talk about rules in Europe, her phone buzzed on the podium, interrupting her. The change in her expression was clear; she looked tense and a bit scared.

“What did I tell you about keeping your phone on silent?” That voice echoed in Carrie’s thoughts, along with the sound of her phone crashing against the wall. “When I call, you answer. Do you think my time is worthless?” “I’m sorry,” Carrie stammered, her fingers trembling as she silenced her phone. “As I was saying…” But her words lost their spark, her gaze darting to the device lying face down. Mr. Harrison, their debate coach, raised an eyebrow. “Everything alright, Carrie?” 

“Yes, sir. Sorry for the interruption.” The reply was instinctive, accompanied by a forced smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Peter noticed her shaking hands and the anxious glances she kept stealing at her phone. It was as if the vibrant version of Carrie was slipping away, leaving behind someone desperate to blend into the background.

After practice, he walked alongside her in the hallway, concerned about her demeanor. “You okay? You seemed a bit off back there,” he asked, noticing her distraction. “I’m fine,” Carrie replied hastily, a hint of urgency in her voice. “Just remembered I need to text my mom about dinner. She likes to know where I am.” Peter hesitated for a moment before suggesting, “Can we get pizza before heading home? Ned found a new place that—” but Carrie cut him off.

“I can’t,” she said, the words spilling out before she could think. “Mom needs me home right after school. Maybe another time?” Peter quickly pivoted, proposing, “What about lunch tomorrow? That history paper is a real challenge, and you’re way better at citations than I am.” Carrie’s eyes lit up for a brief moment with excitement, but then her phone buzzed once more. “I should really get home. Rain check?” she called over her shoulder as she hurried away, her phone in hand and her focus clearly elsewhere. She nearly bumped into a freshman on her way out, lost in her thoughts.

The next morning, Carrie was absent from her usual spot in AP Literature, where she was always eager to discuss the readings. It felt wrong—she never missed class. As the day went on, Peter noticed her absence in Calculus too, which left Ned looking worried. “Is Carrie okay? She was supposed to help me with derivatives,” he said, his voice tinged with concern. “Maybe she’s sick?” Peter replied, but unease settled in his gut. It wasn’t like Carrie to simply vanish.

Finally, Carrie walked into Chemistry just before lunch. Peter's chest tightened at the sight of her; a bruise was visible under her right eye, and she wore a turtleneck on a warm day, shifting uncomfortably as she set her backpack down. “What happened?” Peter asked quietly, trying to mask his concern. “Oh, this? Just a little kitchen accident,” she said with a tone that was too bright, but Peter didn’t buy it. He recognized the signs of an injury and pressed gently, “Carrie, if something’s wrong, you can talk to me.”

“I said I’m fine! Okay?” Carrie snapped, but Peter noticed her hands shook as she opened her textbook, betraying the confidence in her words.

As the week continued, Peter observed even more strange behavior from Carrie. In gym class, she spent an unusual amount of time in a bathroom stall instead of changing with the others, finally emerging in long sleeves. When Coach Wilson asked her about this, she produced a doctor’s note claiming a skin condition. The excuses were plausible, just like her perfect attendance and grades, but despite her efforts to maintain the façade, Peter felt deeply that something was off. 

Two weeks later, an incident finally pushed Peter to action as the debate team prepared for the state championships, with Carrie chosen as their lead speaker. After a regular practice session, she and Peter remained behind to refine their arguments. "If we lead with the economic impact statistics," Carrie suggested, her voice animated and confident as she spread papers across their shared desk, "then follow up with the environmental data..." Her thought quickly vanished when she glanced at the clock. 

"Oh no," Carrie whispered, panic washing over her as her hands began to shake while she stuffed papers into her bag. "It's 5:30. I was supposed to be home at 5. I lost track of time. I can't believe I lost track of time." Peter watched as the panic overtook her.

"Time management isn't that difficult, Carrie. Or are you too stupid to read a clock? Is that it?"

The click of heels in the hallway made Carrie freeze mid-motion, her face paling when Anne Mitchell appeared in the doorway. Anne looked both perfectly put together and terrifying. Her designer dress and immaculate makeup screamed 'successful businesswoman,' but the icy glimmer in her eyes sent Peter's spider-sense reeling. “Mom! I'm so sorry, I lost track of time, we were just—” Carrie stammered, her voice trailing off as Anne interrupted.

“Carrie, sweetheart!” Anne's voice, honey-sweet and deceptively warm, instantly shifted as she noticed Peter. “You must be Peter Parker. Carrie's told me so much about you.” Peter watched in both fascination and horror as Carrie seemed to shrink beside him. “It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Mitchell,” he managed, though a sense of foreboding settled over him.

“Please, call me Anne. Carrie's mentioned what a help you've been with her debate preparation.” Her smile was perfected through practice, yet there was a subtle chill in her tone when she added, “Though I do wish she'd mentioned staying late today. I had dinner all ready...” Carrie's whispered apology hung heavy in the air as she attempted to explain, “We were working on the state championship arguments—” but Anne's glacial demeanor cut her off. 

“Of course you were, sweetheart. Always so dedicated.” Anne's eyes hardened slightly, a sharp contrast to her previously sweet tone. “Why don’t you gather your things? We're already running late.” Carrie moved with mechanical precision, hands shaking so badly that she dropped her debate notes, scattering papers across the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she muttered, dropping to her knees to gather them, but Peter caught the brief wince as her hand inadvertently brushed her ribs.

“Here, let me help,” Peter offered but was met with Anne's light laughter, a sound that felt anything but cheerful. “Oh, Carrie's always been a bit clumsy. But that’s our girl, isn’t it, sweetie? Always in such a rush.” The words, though seemingly innocent, made Carrie flinch. She clutched her books to her chest like a shield and quietly said, “I'll see you tomorrow, Peter.” 

Just as they turned to leave, an impulse overtook him. “Actually, Carrie forgot her Chemistry notebook,” Peter called out, hoping to offer her a small lifeline. “I can run it out to your car—” But the sharpness of Carrie's response gave him pause. “No!” she paused, “I mean, I can come back for it tomorrow. We don’t have Chemistry until the afternoon anyway.” The tension in the room thickened, leaving an uneasy silence in the wake of her words.

But as they walked away, Peter had already palmed the notebook and followed at a distance. He told himself he just wanted to make sure Carrie got her notes for tomorrow's test. Then he saw it.

Around the corner, Anne's pleasant demeanor suddenly shifted as her fingers dug into Carrie's arm. "Losing track of time? Making me come all the way down here? After everything I do for you..." Carrie’s attempt at an apology was quickly interrupted. “I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to—” 

“Lower your voice,” Anne snapped. “You embarrass me by being careless, and now you want the whole school to hear? Do you enjoy humiliating me?” With each harsh word, Carrie shrank back, trying to disappear. Peter stood frozen, the Chemistry notebook forgotten, as he watched them go.

The sound of the building's heavy doors closing echoed in the empty hallway. Peter remained in place, rethinking every interaction he'd ever had with Carrie in a new and unsettling way. The weight of the moment struck him hard as he processed what he had just seen.

Peter hurried into the elevator at the Tower, sneakers squeaking on the polished floor, still wearing his school backpack. His hands fidgeted as he rehearsed what to say. When the elevator doors opened, he rushed out. 

"Kid? Thought you had debate practice today," Tony said, looking up from his workbench. Peter stammered, "I did, but we finished early. Mr. Stark, I need help. It’s about my friend Carrie from debate. I think something’s really wrong. Her mom came to school today, and she was nice at first, but then—”

“Whoa, slow down.” Tony interrupted, focusing on Peter. “Take a breath, kid. Start from the beginning.” 

Peter stopped pacing, gripping his backpack. "Carrie Mitchell. She's really smart and helps everyone with their homework, but lately, I've noticed things. Like how she always wears long sleeves, even in gym. Today, she had a bruise under her eye, said she hit a cabinet, but I know what a ring mark looks like. Her mom showed up at school—” He began pacing again, words pouring out. "She acts so differently around her mom, like she’s trying to disappear. Her mom was nice when I was there, but after, I followed them. She changed, saying awful things and grabbing Carrie's arm, and Carrie just took it. I feel like I have to do something, because what if next time it’s worse? What if—”

“Peter.” Tony's voice broke through. “Breathe.”

Peter was shaking as he spoke. "Sorry. I just... I should have noticed sooner. Carrie always has these perfect explanations for everything, and I wanted to believe her because she's my friend. But today, when I saw her mom—" His voice cracked. "She was so scared, Mr. Stark. I could tell."

Tony quickly began pulling up holographic screens. "FRIDAY, get me everything on Carrie Mitchell and her mother. School records, medical history, police reports—" The AI replied, "Anne Mitchell, age 42. Three domestic disturbance calls in Boston. Multiple relocations. Carrie Mitchell, age 16. Honor student. Emergency room visits for broken wrist, concussion, fractured ribs—"

"Oh god," Peter said, feeling weak as he sank into a nearby chair. "They hurt her before. In Boston. And nobody helped?" FRIDAY added, "Her father tried to file for custody when Carrie was seven, citing abuse concerns. The case was dismissed after his death in a car accident."

Peter fidgeted with his sleeves, feeling anxious. "Mr. Stark, what if telling makes it worse? What if her mom finds out?" He jumped up, restless. “I can’t just do nothing. In debate, she’s amazing—confident, smart, funny. But when her mom shows up, she shuts down. She gets scared, and I—”

“Kid,” Tony said gently but firmly. “The first step is calling CPS and making an official report. They'll send someone to talk to Carrie at school tomorrow. That’s standard procedure,” Tony explained, pulling up the number. “They’ll interview her somewhere safe.”

Peter ran his hands through his hair. “She’s going to panic when they pull her out of class.” “Probably,” Tony agreed. “But it’s better than doing nothing. This way, there’s an official record. Evidence.” He glanced at the documents FRIDAY had found. “Those hospital records from Boston and your statement—it all connects.”

Peter nodded, feeling the pressure. “Okay, let’s make the call,” he said, drumming his fingers. “She’ll probably be mad at me for telling.” Tony gave him a reassuring look. “Maybe at first, but you’re doing the right thing, Pete. Sometimes being a friend means making the hard choice.” Peter’s mind raced with the thought of Carrie going home after what her mom said in the hallway. “She looked so scared. What if—”

“Peter,” Tony interrupted, squeezing his shoulders. “You did good, kid. Coming here and telling me.” Peter sighed as he sank into the chair, his leg still bouncing. “I just hope she understands why I had to tell someone,” he said quietly.

“She will. Maybe not right away, but she will,” Tony replied. As the elevator continued downward, Tony said, “You should head home. Get some rest. I’ll have Happy pick you both up before school.” Peter nodded and grabbed his backpack, hesitating for a moment. “Mr. Stark? Thanks for helping me.” 

“Anytime, kid,” Tony said. As the elevator doors opened, Peter pulled out his phone, staring at his last conversation with Carrie about their history project. After typing and deleting a few messages, he finally put his phone away. Tomorrow would be complicated, messy, and probably awful, but it was better than pretending he hadn’t seen what he saw.

Part 2: The Questions We Answer

[brain-gains]

26 January 2025✨

Today i studied 11 hours 30 mins🗿.

~starting study at 7 am and after 3 hr of class and 2 hrs of sleep now It's 5Am. In this period i have competed;

◑Physics 3 cp math revise+ Qus solve.🐥

◑Math 3B revise.+ 9C note📑

◑BanglaHw.🐧

◑ICT cp 4 (Book reading +Qus sove+ Mcq)🐣

◑Biology Zoology 🩻

✪Got 76% on Chemistry weekly test( 2nd height)+ 74% on ICT mock test.

[aqours]

anyways if i'm going this deep in lemme share this teen mom Ashley fic idea i had i'd love feedback on the idea

this is completely unrelated to my other idea regarding this this is an entirely different can of worms i'm putting this under a readmore just bc it's a bit long and also filled with dead doves so only open and eat it at your own discretion

so basically the idea goes like this- when they were teenagers (her 14 and him 16) Andrew and Ashley got into some kind of big fight (still working on it) most likely due to him having a girlfriend in hs at the time. during this period, in an effort to make a point and piss him off, Ashley gets a boyfriend of her own (who just so happens to have messy black hair and green eyes wow what a coincidence) who was in a class with Andrew. some incident happens where Ashley "accidentally" leaves her phone with explicit texts on view (but also tis like the 90s so maybe i'll redo that) and Andrew talked with his classmate and then uh there was another second missing person, and after an intense argument Ashley and Andrew "slept in the same bed" and anyways a month later Ashley announces she's pregnant casually at the dinner table putting the pregnancy test she put right on it.

"Huh. Not the reaction I was hoping for."

"Forgive me for not being particularly fucking thrilled at the idea of being a grandmother at 32, Ashley."

"You know, if my kid has a kid at 15 and their kid ALSO has a kid at 15 you could be a great-great-grandma at only 75."

"Please shut the fuck up, Ashley."

and Andrew is in complete denial it is. it's been 6 years and every single person except Julia refuses to believe it isn't. at one point when Alexis "Alex" Graves is a baby she makes a comment she has her father's (green) eyes with a wink and grin at Andrew. during the Burial Route when Mrs. Graves is trying to plead with Andrew she finally says "... If you won't do it for yourself, do it for your ------------------" and it's like his brain physically blocks out any insinuation with he's the father with white noise. so he's been living as the kid's uncle officially and has no idea how to act around this kid most of the time.

Ashley is not a good mom by any means and has had CPS called on her more than once but incompetence won't remove the child entirely and she does like. actually love this kid but her obsession with Andrew is clearly more important to her, the fact this kid keeps him tethered to her even if he won't admit, and also because she spoils the kid however she can to try to prove she's a better mother just because her daughter is happier than she was, when learning Alex hit another kid to get their candy she was outright like fuck YEAH if you want something take it!!! girlboss gatekeep gaslight to this four year old and Andrew at least tried to teach the kid right from wrong in response. during her first birthday Mrs. Graves asked Ashley if she was gonna do anything and Ashley didn't see a point the kid is 1 they won't remember the birthday there's nothing they'd want and she doesn't seem to process the point of a birthday for a baby isn't about toys and fun but to celebrate their life. when Ashley suggests they can get by on mugging people Alex says she can pose as a homeless sad kid and for the first time in a while at her Ashley lights up and says THAT'S why you're mama's favorite <3333

babies don't make everything better the co-dependent toxic satanic demonic summoning cannibal incest game's plot now also includes a 6 year old that has also eaten people now with two of the most awful parents imaginable around her and if anything Ashley might get colder once her mom is dead because now there's no way

thoughts? i really want to write this but i'd love feedback

[joanofexys]

jo i need to know more abt angel's trauma

Angel angst!!! This boy is so packed full of trauma and I'll dig it all up

tws for pretty much everything in AFTG ever

At four years old Angel's mother goes missing and he starts becoming the target of his fathers abuse. His father's treatment leaves him scared and confused. He's beyond spoiled once his mother goes missing. Suddenly his father bringing home gifts nearly daily. But every time he makes a mess, he's too loud, he cries, he complains he's being hit. If his father comes home and seems to be having a bad night he could be being given a new toy and in the same breath receiving 10 new bruises.

CPS was contacted for the first time when he was five years old by his kindergarten teacher. She had seen bruises, he was a lot quieter than other kids, flinched at things no one else did. When he got scraped up on the playground he wouldn't even cry. But when they show up at the door they meet a very charming, but tired, father, mourning his missing wife. He welcomed them in to a slightly messy, but still well kept, house with his quiet son who hid behind his legs. They asked to speak with Angel alone and sat down with him at the kitchen table.

"Did you find my mommy?"

There's silence for a few minutes. Because how do you tell a little kid that his mom's probably not coming home? That you're not here about his mom but because they have to ask if his other parent is hurting him? And when they do ask all Angel does is deny, deny, deny.

"Are you gonnna take away my daddy too?"

They leave. Nothing happens. And if Angel doesn't get hit that night for doing a good job, well, nobody but him knows.

CPS gets called a few more times throughout the years. Angel gets good at lying. His father has perfected the grieving widow, single dad act. By age eight it escalates from just getting hit. Things are thrown, he explains away the visible cuts as accidents on the playground. He dropped a plate while his dad was at work and tried to clean it up by himself. The cuts lead to nasty scarring under his shirt, they all keloid, and even when they heal they still hurt.

Sometimes he'll get a week or two where his father's hand is light. Where nothing gets thrown. Maybe a few days where he doesn't get hit at all. Of course he doesn't know it then but it was always following one of his father's murders.

And then he's 10 years old. Alone in a hospital bed with a cut up face and more broken bones than he's ever had. And everything hurts. And he wants his mom and he hates his dad. When the strangers step into the room he's old enough he knows no one will ever come with news about his mom and he's angry enough that he won't lie about his dad. And he's ten and all he wants is to never see his dad again. He doesn't care about any of the charges they're talking to him about, about them pressing him to confess that this had been happening for years, and he especially has zero interest in sitting in a court room and having to look his father in the eye.

He meets his first foster family before he's even discharged from the hospital. He was quiet when they first met him. They knew he was in rough shape but thought he would be easy enough. They're nice. A white picket fence type of family. Angel hated them. They were the polar opposite of what he was used to and he thought that was what he wanted. But when realized it was something he missed out on for the past ten years, something people just got while he had to be taken out of his home to get it, he was just so mad. Seven months. Seven months of therapy, of being taken out of classes to see counselors, of family vacations. Seven months of yelling that they weren't his family, of slammed doors, of fights on the blacktop. He left his "siblings" alone for the most part. Preferred to ignore them. Kept his fights to other students at school. But the last month he started yelling at them too. Never tried to hit them or physically hurt them but he certainly intended to be mean. The behavioral issues became too much for them and that family decided to let him go.

He doesn't care much for his other foster families. He knows he won't be staying with them for long. That he causes too much trouble. His next one has a dog. A chocolate lab. He likes the dog. His foster brother in his next family has a cool guitar. He tries to teach Angel before the two of them split up and move to different homes. There's the little girl when he's 12 who's even angrier than him. He likes that she's angry. He hopes she'll do something with it. One of his foster siblings gets the head torn off their teddy bear by their foster family's son. They leave it in the backyard. Angel steals some of the mom's sewing supplies and messily stitches it back on. The head is crooked and doesn't have enough stuffing. But when he puts on their bed their face still lights up. He's in detention near constantly. He ignores the look on foster parents faces every time one of them has to pick him up. There's the house that says a prayer before every meal. The house that always has fresh flowers on the counter. The house with the broken grandfather clock that chimed at random times. The house that fed the stray cats. Little things that differentiated every foster home, things that were unimportant when he was only with them so shortly, but things he remembered regardless.

Then he was 14. Two months in with a new family when the police showed up at the door. He's sure some kid got fed up with the fights and their parents decided to press charges or something. Instead they start asking about his dad. No elaboration on what it's about at first. And he's 14 and he's scared and he's being pressed to talk about a man who he hasn't seen in the past 4 years who nearly ended his life. And then they bring up his mom. He's 14 and he's angry at the world and he puts on that stupid tough guy act all the time, but he's never really stopped wanting his mom. They found her. She's dead. His father's confessed to her murder and the murders of 12 other women who resembled her. Does he know anything about it? They don't get far. He's sobbing, hyperventilating, begging for his mom. They offer to let him testify. He doesn't want to. He doesn't show up for the trial at all. The news mentions that Matteo Di Fiore, convicted of murdering his wife, Sofia Di Fiore, and 12 other women has a son. No name is ever given. He's a minor and he's already been in the system for years.

He gets home from the police station at 3 in the morning, following 7 hours of questioning, and promptly wrecks his room. Destroys books and toys and any other sentimental item he held onto from former families. He breaks two vases, cuts up his hands bad. They scar. Within the week he's placed somewhere else.

And like the flip of a switch he's that quiet kid again. Like his concerningly quiet 5 year old self. The eldest daughter in his new foster family, going into her senior year, decided that teaching him to play Exy was a good chance for bonding and could get him out of his shell. He had no reason to say no. He makes the high school team as a backliner and they play through that school year together. He's with that family for 5 months before one of the parents has a job opportunity and they have to move out of state for it. They offer to start adoption process, take him with them, but he doesn't want to leave.

He meets Harper Shaw later that year. Second semester, biology, they're 15 years old. She sits in front of him, they become lab partners, and study partners after that. He thinks she's a genius. Part of the cheer team and top of her class. She knows nothing about him, about who he was. It was a relief. He asked her prom, she said yes.

8 months together and then they find out she's pregnant. And it's terrifying. Harper wants to keep the baby. Angel isn't going to tell her to do otherwise. They're together for a little while before they realize it's just not gonna work that way and they decide to co-parent. A little while later and they're welcoming Phoebe Sofia Shaw into the world. Angel has never been more scared in his life. He thinks he's gonna be a terrible dad, he's determined to be a halfway decent one.

They get through high school. Angel's still flitting through foster homes, but he's half moved into the Shaw's place. It's overwhelming for them both. They try not to fight about it. He tries to remember how to breath when Phoebe cries. Tries to remember that he can always call Harper's parents to take Phoebe for a bit if he ever needs a moment. Harper gets accepted to college, Angel never bothered to apply to any. She'll make the move to PSU, he'll go with her and start working full time to support them.

Then he's called into his coaches office and David Wymack is sitting there. He knows the foxes. How could he not? One of their star players was in the news for his connections to the mafia. They had, by some miracle, won finals. He asks for some time and with Harper's encouragement he, stupidly (in his opinion), signs the dotted line.

Starting college is so much worse than he imagined. Andrew fucking Minyard put together who he was and why he fit the bill for the foxes before he even moved in for the summer. He has no clue what he wants to study or what classes to even take. Phoebe is entering the nightmare toddler stage where her favorite word is no and nothing seems to make her happy. Wyamck and Abby and even Bee seem more than happy to help out with her when Harper can't take her and he's stressed beyond belief but that only does so much.

He spends most of his time pacing in the court building or fox tower's hallways on the verge of tears, silently begging Phoebe to just go to sleep. People are assholes about him being a teen dad, people are worse to Harper. It brings back some of his temper. He might not be with her anymore but she's still his best friend. His work load is worse than he expected, yet nowhere near what Harper has on his plate, and keeping his grades up is a struggle. Surprisingly, it's Kevin who proves to be the most help with that. He loses a lot of sleep and ends up spending most nights at either Wymack or Abby's place because there's only so much, being woken up in the middle of the night by a screaming toddler, that most college students can take. He seriously considers dropping out multiple times in that year alone.

And this is hella long now so we're gonna wrap it up there, but I promise Angel doesn't drop out and he really loves his daughter and he loves the foxes too and it all works out.

[corviddusk]

from my bluesky

Lolicon/Feral/Paraphila Hot Takes

This is a series of fakes centering subjects such as CSA, CSEM, vCSEM, Pedophilia, Zoophilia, and Necrophilia from the perspective of someone who's been in both anti and pro paraphilia spaces and well as anti and pro ship.

1. Yes, if you're into lolicon (specifically if you are sexually aroused by vCSEM) you are a pedophile. It might be as a person with typical pedophilia or autopedophilia. There are types and subtypes of pedophilia, fictional content is something that is liked by all types of pedophiles past those who like fictional content. Fictophilic pedophilia is still pedophilia. You are engaging in fantasizing sexual abuse of children. That is a form of pedophilia.

2. Both proship and antiship communities lead to grooming and brutalization of children. Anyone who is inviting children into debates on pornography, knowing their a child, is a groomer. Yeah talking to a 13 year old about how incest porn is hot and trying to get them into it is grooming. (This is a vague to a specific incident)

3. As a human trafficking survivor myself- calling illustrated materials vCSEM is correct and should be done ESPECIALLY when it's of real children.

4. I don't take issue with the term CP, it is pornography. Pornography has never included consent it's only included being sexually gratifying to people. I'm allowed to call the videos and pictures of me from when I was a kid CP. I did fucking porn as a kid, I don't care if that makes you whiny or it's icky. That's what I was forced into. That's what happened. It's what my abusers see it as. It's specifically in my case CSAM.

5. Feral porn being something you're sexually aroused by when it comes to depictions of something that is a real existent animal means you're a zoophile. If you get any arousal from the idea of ACTUAL animals even conceptually, you're a zoophile.

6. Zoophilia, Pedophilia, and Necrophilia are disorders that should be treated by medical professionals. There is no such thing as any of these three conditions being non-disordered as they all come with attraction and wishes that necessarily include a lack of consent. Intervention prevents crimes.

7. Being sexually aroused by Guro that *includes death* makes you a necrophile. If you're aroused by porn with it you're a necrophile.

8. I believe the classifications by Anil Aggrawal are accurate in describing the disorders aside from class 1 as in those cases they are more likely than not unrelated to any genuine attraction to the object at hand that the paraphilia is centered on. The attraction comes from roleplay itself.

9. No paraphile regardless of their risk of offending should be around their object of attraction unsupervised when it comes to paraphilias which requires the "object" (not literal object but object as in sentence structure kinda way) to not be able to consent. Literal objectophilia is fine however, as it's not leading to harm as the object is not capable of being harmed in any meaningful way. Being attracted to real physical objects is not a disorder unless it causes distress and should not be lumped in with ones that require harm to another party if acted on.

10. Paraphilia spaces are deeply unsafe and often lead to becoming more and more okay with illegal actions. These spaces should only exist with a supervising therapist.

11. Sometimes there's a difference between an actual paraphilia and a recurrent sexual fantasy reliant on past events and closer to a flashback. However it is not fully inaccurate to label someone in this case as a paraphile. It is between them and their doctors. The doctor has the final say.

[jaymoriarty-knight]

As Scott settled at the table in the corner with his salad he asked Bobby, "what's your major?"

Bobby sighed. He sat across from Scott and fidled with his fork. "Accounting."

"You don’t sound happy about it."

"Cause I'm not. I kinda hate accounting."

"But then why are you in accounting?"

"My parents want me to. And they'll only help me with tuition if I major in acccounting. I have a theater practice minor, though."

"Could you double major?" Scott started eating his salad.

Bobby shrugged. "I might. I'm just gonna see what the course loads are like first."

Scott nodded. "That makes a lot of sense. Thank you again for supper, I really appreciate it."

Bobby waved Scott off, "no problem man."

Scott gave Bobby a tentative smile. Bobby didn't hesitate to return it in full force.

"What are you taking then?"

Scott chewed a bite of salad before answering. "I'm going to do social work. I haven't decided exactly what, though. Child welfare or CPS, maybe."

"Interesting. I don't think I've ever met someone who wants to do that. Closest I've ever heard is probably some guys wanting to be cops."

Scott swallowed hard. "I...I want to help kids who are struggling. I was put in an orphanage for a while, and then in fostercare for a while. I ran away and was homeless for a couple of years. Matt and Marc took me in and saved my life. They gave me a chance to be normal. Matt and Foggy made sure no one would try and take me back to my foster home, right up until Matt and Marc adopted me. I want to help other kids who are going through what I went through. I want to do good."

Bobby's eyes widened. "That sounds really sweet and cool. Way more motivational than accounting or theater."

Scott's cheeks pinkened. "Its personal, I guess. I'm not invested in law like Matt and Foggy, so I can't do that. But I wanna be able to help and do something to benefit others. But I think you should do theater. It doesn't matter if people will think it's "helpful" or whatever. If you like it you should do it. Stuff like theater and novels are really good resources for learning about things and seeing how we should or shouldn't treat other people." Scott sounds entirely sincere and a little intense. "Theater is a beautiful thing and shouldn't be taken for granted. Actors are artists and incredibly talented. And acting takes work, just like anything else. It being an art doesn't invalidate the effort and skill it takes."

Bobby was stunned for a long moment. "I really think I'm gonna like you," he finally managed, grinning. That was more or less how Bobby felt about theater, only he couldn't articulate it like Scott could.

Scott gave a tiny laugh. "I...I have some thoughts on things, if you can't tell."

"I can, actually. And it's really sweet of you to share."

"You keep calling me sweet," Scott noted.

Bobby flushed, but Scott didn't seem to notice.

"Sorry, I can stop," Bobby mumbled.

"I don't mind," Scott shrugged. "It's kind of nice."

Bobby's flush deepened and he couldn't think of a good response, so he asked, "what classes do you have tomorrow?"

"I have creative writing, psychology 1000 and Cyc-1173."

"All in one day?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"That seems like a lot."

"Well creative writing is 75 minutes, psychology is 50, and Cyc is also 50. I think I have all 3, 3 times a week."

"What are your other days like then?"

"Well, I should have had academic writing this semester, but I took it while I was in high school. I have intro to Spanish. Oh, and a physics class and lab, too."

"Yeesh. Seems like a lot."

Scott shrugged. "I was better at school than I was anything else. Especially math."

"Ah, that's where we differ. I was abysmal at math."

"I guess math just wasn't for you." Scott shrugged. "It's not for everyone. I was really good at physics and trigonometry, though."

"I could never remember all the equations and formulas and stuff. Which is weird, I have no trouble remembering lines or monologues."

"It's a different kind of memorization, though. Acting is more physical memory, right? You say lines with specific actions?"

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, blocking."

"Whereas trig formulas are more thought based. You need to be able to think with them, so you need different memorization techniques."

"Damn. You should go into teaching instead of CPS."

Scott smiled a little. "I thought about it."

"I think you'd be good at it."

"Thank you Bobby."

Bobby grinned and shoved salad into his mouth to avoid saying something stupid.

The two finished eating in comfortable silence. Scott got up first and washed the dishes, his way of thanking Bobby for cooking.

"Thank you for being so nice Bobby. I'm gonna crash now I think. I need a good night's sleep before tomorrow."

"Sure, no problem. You don’t mind if I have the TV on?"

Scott shook his head. "I'll be okay."

"Sweet, thanks."

Scott got ready for bed and tucked himself in. He knew it was early, but he'd been awake all night last night thinking, and truly stressing, about meeting his roommate and starting university. He hoped he slept better tonight. Scott found himself wishing he'd brought one of Steven's blankets to curl up with. They were nice and warm, fuzzy and made for the perfect source of comfort.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Study proposes a test for the Anthropic Principle

The Anthropic Principle—stating that the universe we live in is fine-tuned to host life—was first proposed by Brandon Carter in 1973. Since then, it has sparked significant debate.

Now, a paper published in the Journal of Cosmology and Astroparticle Physics, authored by Nemanja Kaloper, a physicist from the Department of Physics and Astronomy at the University of California, Davis, and Alexander Westphal, a professor at the Deutsches Elektronen-Synchrotron (DESY), describes for the first time a way to experimentally test this assumption.

The anthropic principle (AP) can be formulated in different ways. These range from a simple description of the facts—"if we are here observing it, the universe evolved with the conditions necessary for the emergence of intelligent life," known as the weak AP—to something a bit more radical: "the universe had to evolve in a way that led to our existence."

This stronger interpretation, called the strong AP, often ventures into metaphysical territory, suggesting a kind of "design" and moving beyond the realm of scientific inquiry into the universe.

The problem with the AP, according to many scientists, is that it is not particularly useful as a scientific tool because it does not generate testable, quantifiable predictions that could both expand our knowledge and subject the principle to scrutiny. Without this, it remains more of a philosophical conjecture than a scientific hypothesis.

The AP does, however, suggest that for our universe to develop as a hospitable place for carbon-based life, it must have started with a set of rather specific initial conditions. We infer this by observing, for example, the values of certain constants used in the equations that describe the universe—such as the gravitational constant, the electron charge, and Planck's constant—which must be "just right." Otherwise, we would have a very different and, most importantly, inhospitable universe.

By establishing the precise initial conditions implied by the AP and calculating, based on current physical models, how the universe would have evolved to its present state, we could compare the outcome to actual astronomical observations. Any discrepancies between theory and reality would provide a measure of the validity of the AP.

The new work by Nemanja Kaloper and Alexander Westphal offers some specific predictions that could find observational confirmation in the coming years.

To understand their proposal, some key elements in cosmological research must be outlined:

Cosmic inflation

In the earliest moments of its existence, the universe underwent a period of rapid expansion: in just 10-36 seconds, it grew from an infinitesimal size (almost zero) to a macroscopic scale (some theories describe it as the size of a grape or a soccer ball). After this, the expansion slowed down, continuing at rates similar to those we observe today.

The physics during this early phase was highly unusual, dominated by quantum phenomena (governing the infinitely small) that influenced the subsequent evolution, enabling the formation of structures—galaxies, stars, and so on—that we see today. Although direct evidence for cosmic inflation has not yet been found, it is a robust theory with anticipated observational confirmations in the coming years.

Dark matter

You've probably heard of it: experimental observations tell us that a significant portion of the universe—about five-sixths of its matter—is composed of something we cannot directly observe. We call it dark matter, but its true nature remains unknown. Many hypotheses have been proposed, all awaiting experimental confirmation, which is expected in the near future.

Axions

One of the candidates for dark matter is the axion. These particles—or, more likely, an entire class of particles—are extremely light (much lighter than the electron, for instance). Axions were initially proposed to explain a quantum phenomenon known as CP symmetry violation, which involves the weak nuclear interaction, one of the four fundamental forces (the others being gravity, electromagnetism, and the strong nuclear interaction).

However, researchers noticed that certain characteristics of axions—believed to have formed in great abundance during cosmic inflation—align with those expected for dark matter, such as their minimal interactions with both themselves and ordinary matter. Observations of black holes could confirm their existence in the coming years.

Testing the AP involves combining these three elements.

"It is possible that the LiteBIRD satellite discovers primordial gravity waves close to the current limits, which match high-scale inflation," explains Kaloper. "Most cosmologists would feel this confirms high-scale inflation." LiteBIRD (Lite (Light) Satellite for the Study of B-mode Polarization) is an experiment that the Japanese Aerospace Exploration Agency (JAXA) plans to launch in 2032.

"It is also possible that we discover signs of ultralight axions by surveying supermassive black holes in the universe. The axions affect the spin-to-mass ratio of black holes, and this could be observed," Kaloper continues. Many experiments are already studying black holes, with more set to begin operating in the near future.

"Finally," adds Kaloper, "it is possible that future direct dark matter searches discover that dark matter is predominantly not made up of ultralight axions. In which case, we'd think that the anthropic principle fails."

However, this outcome is not guaranteed.

"On the other hand, if direct dark matter searches find that dark matter is, in fact, ultralight axion," Kaloper continues, "then I think we'd agree that the anthropic principle in fact passed this test; indeed, this might happen."

"I find it particularly interesting that both of these options might be experimentally tested in the not-too-distant future," Kaloper concludes.

"And that—as far as my collaborator and I know—our specific example is the first case where the anthropic principle might actually fail the test, as opposed to simply declaring that it does not apply.

"The point is, that the presence of high-scale inflation and ultralight axions with masses m > 10-19 eV would imply that dark matter 'must' be an axion: for typical initial conditions, we'd end up with way too much dark matter, and we'd desperately need the anthropic principle to constrain it.

"To find that axion is not dark matter, we'd infer that the initial conditions were not just unlikely (which can be fixed anthropically) but extremely unlikely, which really does not even fall under the domain of anthropic reasoning."

So, we will need to wait a few more years, perhaps even longer, to gather all the necessary evidence to either falsify or confirm the anthropic principle. But what if it proves unable to pass the test?

"Without changing any of the other premises (universality of gravity, early inflation and superradiant phenomena), the failure of our simple formulation of anthropics would suggest that different rules govern the initial conditions," explains Kaloper.

"Either different initial conditions are not equally probable, some being biased by new dynamics as yet not understood, or that some initial conditions are altogether impossible. Alternatively, the real theory of cosmology might be more complicated than we thought."

"One could also imagine more dramatic scenarios, but at least for now, to me those seem as flights of fancy," concludes Kaloper.

[unnervinglyferal]

Jumping off your post to say that a) you’re right, and b) sometimes middle-class parents abuse their kids *worse* because everybody thinks they’ve got money, the kid is fed and clean etc., so there’s nothing wrong and nobody pays any attention even when things are very obviously not okay. My best friend was literally thrown through a fucking window by his father and almost died, and CPS did *nothing*, because his father is a doctor and they believed the prick when he said it was an accident. A 17 year old does not go flying backwards hard enough to go through a window on “accident”.

Yeah, that's the shit. My father was never even physically violent, but my family still sucked so bad I'd rather live in a crackhouse with people who occasionally were physically violent than with them.

[nothorses]

Adding my two cents to this: First off I think it'd be great if public schools were improved, as they do provide food for kids, a space away from potentially abusive parents, and a way to socialize with other children. In that regard, public schools are necessary, and I am suspicious of people who want to tear them down completely.

But on the side of homeschooling, a lot of kids have physical or mental disabilities that prevent them from school being worth it, or face such extreme bullying that removing them from the situation is the only way to solve the problem. Some of those things can be fixed (better aid for bullied students and better resources for disabled kids), but others can't to a real extent. I personally had to drop out of school multiple times, then study and go back to school, then end up dropping out again, just because my disabilities prevented me from learning at all in a public school.

But still, if those things are fixed, it'd be easier for kids to not be sucked into whatever echo chamber their parents are in.

...And on the other hand again, the government interfering too much with what happens inside the home can be abused, such as more surveillance inside the home making it easier to tell if the household is too queer or supports abortions in places that outlaw those sorts of things.

Basically, it's a complicated subject, and thanks for taking the time out of your day to talk about it.

It is complicated! And I think it requires a lot of complicated solutions; providing more options, and making them more viable, is often the path to greater accessibility. That means schools need to be made more accessible to and supportive of disabled students, and it means homeschooling needs to continue to exist, and to be better supported, so that it's a viable option as well.

The surveillance thing is a great point, and I will say that I think that comes down closer to social work/CPS. Providing support should, imo, look more like providing curriculum, funding, connections, and resources to folks who homeschool.

Someone added to another post of mine that in their country, homeschooling entails teachers physically visiting homes to teach them lessons a few times a month; that's a great option! We could also be providing workshops on how to teach or for students directly, camps and part-time learning options; online options like classes, tutoring, and study sessions; funded field trips and other opportunities public school students get access to; and whatever else could help supplement learning, social connections, and connections with local homeschooling folks to better support that learning.

Encouraging some level of participation in some community-based events can itself do a lot of good to catch and minimize abuse, and maybe there is a need for some requirements there, if only to better disseminate resources, options, and connections to kids who might need it. But like. I'm not an expert on any of this, and I'm kinda just dreaming anyway. 🤷‍♂️