Aiya Van Kooten everyone
When Aiya Van Kooten stood face-to-face with a burglar in her bedroom, her left eye twitched, then she went into “predator mode”.
“I screamed at him… jumped off my chair, leaped over my bed and sprinted after him down the stairs,” she said.
This is the best story of my life
“Although she was the only one home, Van Kooten said she had no regard for her safety - instead, she said she was just overwhelmed with “rage“….. ummmmm Hero!!!
Haha, badass Muslim woman. Love it!!!
This lady is so awesome. She lives with her grandma and was studying and had a towel on her head and no shoes but she chased them out of her garden, kicked one up the arse as he climbed a fence, they dropped a camera and laptop, she flagged down a passing driver to help her continue the pursuit, and it turned out he was ex-military, and they finally caught one of them in a park and pinned him as the police arrived. Now she’s going to visit the burglar in prison for the next few months to help with his rehabilitation.
So in summary:
This lady doesn’t just defend her home and loved ones, she will hunt you down, team up with other skilled individuals, get you put away, and then teach you the consequences of your actions until you’re a valuable member of society once more.
Seriously she’s a frigging superhero.
Textpost Edits: Tenth Doctor edition
QI rewatch: Groovy
[which is so relatable that it almost hurts]
how to get a boyfriend
put peanut butter on a pinecone and roll it in bird seed. hang it up outside. wait.
//Holy buckets I need to get to sleep. I have the first day of class tomorrow and then work after that… Alright, goodnight! David out!
Doctor Interrupted ~ gingerten
His head hurt. The voices were too loud today, both in his head and down the halls. John couldn’t think, could hardly move, it was so damn loud. He dropped onto his bed in his empty little room, blank walls staring back at him with expressionless superiority. “Walls,” he muttered, biting his lip. “So stuck up. Think you’re so big. So… important. Like you… hold ceilings up or something.” He sighed and gripped the sides of his head, closing his eyes tight to the world outside.
There were murmurs in the halls these day. Murmurs of fearful truths. People were disappearing from their beds at night and the objective of gaining sanity was becoming more and more a saving grace than ever before within these walls. Staying meant danger, and in this case, the danger was apparently fatal.
He’d been here for years now, longer than any other patient still here, and he lived in constant fear of being taken. Sleep was rare, and taken in snatches, tiny little naps in hidden corners of hallways. Last week, he’d lost the last person who’d been here since he’d been admitted. A young girl just down the hall from him supposedly died in her sleep. That was the official story. It wasn’t one he believed.
At least therapy was going well. He was so close to freedom. He could taste it. He just needed to keep his delusions to himself. Make them believe that he didn’t think he was who he had claimed. He was no alien. No special man of the stars. Simple little John Smith, ready to go home. He hoped he could be convincing enough in his next review session. He didn’t know how much longer he could last in this place.
A small knock on John’s door signaled it was finally his turn to be reviewed once again. A nurse waited outside his door, and guided him down the bleak halls to the small room which served as the therapy room. Standing inside was the usual doctor who John talked to, as well as a new man. His face was familiar, but for some reason John couldn’t say why. He held a clipboard and a pen, and was dressed just as the rest of the nurses and other doctors, but there was an unmistakably predatory way he looked at John as he entered the room, as if he were his next meal. His therapist motioned for them to sit, and when they did, he began to speak.
"John, this is our newest head of psychiatry here at the hospital, whose name also happens to be John Smith. He’s taken a shine to your particular case, and he’s here to help me and the rest of the board finalize our decision on your release." As the therapist was talking, Doctor Smith started to scrawl away on his clipboard, taking notes. The nervous demeanor of the patient. The way he looked about the rom skittishly, as if he wanted to bolt. The tiredness showing through in his red and slightly puffy eyes.
"Now," his therapist began, "have you still been having those dreams? The ones where you’re an alien who travels through space and time in a big blue box?" As he paused to let John talk, Doctor Smith simply sat there, without so much as a word, as he watched John’s every little move.
Right now, 500 light years away from Earth, there’s a planet that looks a lot like our own. It is bathed in dim orangeish light, which at high noon is only as bright as the golden hour before sunset back home.
NASA scientists are calling the planet Kepler-186f, and it’s unlike anything they’ve found. The big news: Kepler-186f is the closest relative to the Earth that researchers have discovered.
It’s the first Earth-sized planet in the habitable zone of another star—the sweet spot between too-hot Mercury-like planets and too-cold Neptunes— and it is likely to give scientists their first real opportunity to seek life elsewhere in the universe. “It’s no longer in the realm of science fiction,” said Elisa Quintana, a researcher at the SETI Institute.
But if there is indeed life on Kepler-186f, it may not look like what we have here. Given the redder wavelengths of light on the planet, vegetation there would sprout in hues of yellow and orange instead of green.
Read more. [Image: NASA Ames/SETI Institute/JPL-Caltech]