#scientific inaccuracies
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"tHeRe aRe nO ScIeNtIfIc iNaCcUrAcY In qUrAn!!"
https://quranx.com/25.45-46
Hast thou not turned thy vision to thy Lord?- How He doth prolong the shadow! If He willed, He could make it stationary! then do We make the sun its guide;
Then We draw it in towards Ourselves,- a contraction by easy stages.
Allah makes the shadows change length by moving the sun. He could stop it moving any time he wanted.
https://quranx.com/37.6-10
We have indeed decked the lower heaven with beauty (in) the stars,-
(For beauty) and for guard against all obstinate rebellious evil spirits,
(So) they should not strain their ears in the direction of the Exalted Assembly but be cast away from every side,
Repulsed, for they are under a perpetual penalty,
Except such as snatch away something by stealth, and they are pursued by a flaming fire, of piercing brightness.
The stars are set into the underside of the layers of heaven, and are missiles to be fired at demons.
https://quranx.com/25.61
Blessed is He Who made constellations in the skies, and placed therein a Lamp and a Moon giving light;
The moon gives off light, rather than reflecting it.
https://quranx.com/15.26
And We did certainly create man out of clay from an altered black mud.
https://quranx.com/55.14
He created man from clay like [that of] pottery.
The first human (Adam) was made from clay.
https://quranx.com/86.6-7
He is created from a drop emitted-
Proceeding from between the backbone and the ribs:
Sperm comes from "between the backbone and the ribs," and humans are created from it, with no involvement or mention of the egg.
https://quranx.com/23.14
Then We made the sperm into a clot of congealed blood; then of that clot We made a (foetus) lump; then we made out of that lump bones and clothed the bones with flesh; then we developed out of it another creature. So blessed be Allah, the best to create!
Bones grow first, then flesh onto it.
https://quranx.com/71.19
"'And Allah has made the earth for you as a carpet (spread out),
https://quranx.com/2.22
Who has made the earth your couch, and the heavens your canopy; and sent down rain from the heavens; and brought forth therewith Fruits for your sustenance; then set not up rivals unto Allah when ye know (the truth).
https://quranx.com/20.53
[It is He] who has made for you the earth as a bed [spread out] and inserted therein for you roadways and sent down from the sky, rain and produced thereby categories of various plants.
The Eartth is a carpet, a couch, a bed. i.e. flat.
https://quranx.com/16.15
And He has set up on the earth mountains standing firm, lest it should shake with you; and rivers and roads; that ye may guide yourselves;
The mountains hold the Earth still.
The usual excuse is that it's either a "translation problem," in which case we can't trust anything the quran says in English, or that it's a metaphor. Science is specific and precise. Metaphors are, by definition, unscientific.
Sometimes the excuse is one then the other, without the person realizing how stupid they sound.
#islam#quran#science#LOL#funny#religion#scientific inaccuracies in the quran#scientific inaccuracies#religion is a mental illness
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*deep breath* Yeah this is inaccurate let me list all of them out.
1. This thing is implied to be a ceratopsian which all of them are herbivores, which they should have eyes like that of a goat’s eyes horizontally slit than vertically slit like what you’d see on a predator like a cat or a snake
2. Its feet should look more dinosaur-like rather than elephantine.
3. The front limbs should be sprawling but I’ll excuse it because it is hard to give a 2D drawing a sprawling position unless it’s from the front.
4. The legs are too short but the body and tail proportions are correct for a ceratopsian ironically.
5. Too many spikes on it’s tail I’ll accept it if those are more rather made out of keratin which I am surprised that none of the carnivores in it’s local environment haven’t gone extinct yet...
I hope this taught yall something and btw if I remember correctly this is my first post
#ceratopsian#ornithischia#dinosaur#dinosauria#inaccuracies#kosmoceratops#awesomebro#scientific inaccuracies#ceratopsidae?#marginocephalia#leptoceratopsidae?
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Totality
Fiona made me write an eclipse fic.
Scully gently shut the door behind her, the crisp blue duffle with leather handles in her grip; the go-bag she always left in her car, just in case. It had been a just-in case, Mulder had to admit. They’d had to fly to Idaho with no time to pack, and had worked a grueling five days straight on a series of local murders with only enough time to catch maybe four hours of sleep a night and pop into a shabby JC Penneys once for more underwear. They were both overworked, overtired, and their suits–of which each of them only had two–were overworn; ripe with the scents of stale sweat and stale coffee and stale eau de morgue.
Scully looked weary as she handed over the bag to where Mulder stood in front of their rental car’s open trunk.
“How far away is the airport again?” she asked, squinting up at him as he deposited her bag next to his and slammed the trunk closed.
“Only about an hour,” he answered, mentally girding himself for what he was about to tell her. “But, I uh,” he went on, “pushed back our flights to this evening.”
Her posture visibly slumped. “You…what?”
Mulder bit his lip, hoping he hadn’t made a horrible miscalculation. He knew she wanted nothing more than to get home, slide into a hot bath and pull the covers over her head for three straight days. She’d certainly earned it.
“Hop in the car,” he said, moving to the driver’s side door. “I have a surprise.”
He was exhausted himself, his nerves shot. He was running on caffeine and cortisol, his skeleton rattling with every step. But this…she would like this. He was sure of it.
“Mulder,” she said wearily, a whine in her voice that he’d rarely had the opportunity to hear. But she said nothing more and reluctantly dropped into the passenger seat, leaning her head against the headrest and rolling it to look at him beseechingly after she’d clicked her seat belt on.
Mulder turned the ignition and the sedan growled to life under them.
“It’s a good surprise,” he assured her.
She only sighed, and they bumped out of the hotel parking lot and onto town’s main drag, the sun shining on the shabby line of depressing suburbia. Ten minutes and five stop lights later, Mulder pulled into the mostly empty parking lot of a dying mall, the tires popping over stray gravel and broken glass. He cranked the wheel and the car swung over the cracked asphalt in front of a defunct Frederick & Nelson, turning in a reflex angle and stopping when the sun shone in full through the windshield. He killed the engine.
Scully opened her mouth to say something, but he reached into the inner pocket of his suit coat and pulled out a couple scraps of cardboard, handing one over before she could voice a complaint.
It took her a moment to register what he was handing her.
“Eclipse glasses?” she said, sitting up a little in her seat.
Mulder had found the black polymer lenses next to the cash register at a local coffee shop that morning, the bespectacled co-ed working it disinterestedly telling him he could have two pairs for a dollar.
The upcoming eclipse had been in the news recently, but he’d mostly ignored it–back east it would only be partial at best, the path of totality only hitting the Pacific Northwest and parts of Canada. Four murders and a rough case later, he hadn’t given it another thought. Until that morning in the coffee shop.
“We’re in the path of totality here,” he explained. “We’ll only get it for about a minute and ten seconds according to the local newspaper, but I thought you might like to see it.”
A look Mulder couldn’t read crossed over her face and he swallowed.
“The next full eclipse over North America won’t be until 2017,” he went on nervously. “I can probably change the tickets back if you-”
Scully reached out and put a warm hand on his arm, cutting him off.
“I’d love to see it,” she said delicately. “Thank you.”
Despite the dark smudges under her eyes, the soft smile she gave him quieted any lingering apprehension about his decision, and he gave her a smile back.
“I figured we could get on the hood, lean against the windshield,” he said.
“What time does it start?” she asked, popping her wrist out from her sleeve to look at her watch.
“In about five minutes,” he grinned.
Scully fingered the glasses and then opened her car door. Energized, Mulder did the same.
“I ask you to avert your eyes,” he said drolly, putting a hand on the warm hood of the car before awkwardly lumbering his way on top of it, the metal plane thumping loudly under him as it dented to accommodate his weight and then popped back into place.
Scully, opting to watch, looked on primly.
Once he was settled, he held out a hand.
“Milady,” he said, and she settled her warm palm onto his, grabbing on while she put a foot on top of the tire and dexterously swung herself up next to him.
“Nimble,” he complimented her, reluctantly letting go of her hand.
She shrugged and leaned back gingerly against the windshield, mindful of the smear of desiccated bugs across the face of it.
“Here, wait,” Mulder said. He sat up quickly and peeled off his suit coat, rolling it into a ball to tuck behind her head, pillow-like.
“Thanks,” she said quietly.
“Don’t mention it.”
Mulder could feel something ineffable pass between them. He coughed once awkwardly, and then pressed his eclipse glasses to his face, the sharp cardboard edge digging into the skin behind his ear.
“How do I look?” he asked.
“Like a dork,” Scully said, delicately donning her own, in, Mulder hoped, solidarity.
She looked nothing like a dork, Mulder thought, eyeing the sharp lines of her face. She looked like a space girl, sleek and silver, an otherworldly beauty.
He cleared his throat. “So do you.”
Scully’s face was tilted to the sky and he turned to follow her gaze.
“It’s starting,” she said, her voice a little irreverent.
Mulder looked at the sun, dark through polymer lenses of the protective eyewear. The moon was just beginning to edge itself in front of its celestial sister; incremental, pendulous.
Lacking the pillow he’d given Scully, he raised his arms up and bent his elbows, resting his head back against cupped hands. Beside him, Scully breathed serenely. He caught a whiff of his fusty clothing and hoped his jacket had fared better in the olfactory department than his shirt.
They were silent for long minutes, watching the gradual procession of moon across sun. The day was bright but began to take on a verging luminosity, and Mulder raised his glasses up to take a look at the dark shadow of the car under them, which took on an off-putting sharpness against the dusty asphalt.
“What do you think ancient peoples made of solar eclipses?” came Scully’s voice, a little dreamy. “What must they have thought?”
It was an invitation to oratory. A small gift. Mulder smiled.
“Cultures throughout the world had wildly different theories,” he said, and Scully turned her head towards him, her eyes hidden behind the dark lenses. “Most of them, obviously, wildly incorrect.” Despite the fact that he couldn’t see her eyes, her look was encouraging.
“The sun being devoured was popular,” he went on. “From the Norse mythology of Sköll,” at this she smiled. “To Asian cultures like in Java and Vietnam that variously had creatures or monsters swallowing the sun. It was commonly held in ancient China that a celestial dragon attacked and devoured it. Here in the Northwest, the Pomo people’s name for a solar eclipse is ‘Sun got bit by a bear.’”
The bear, Mulder mused, was widening its jaw. It was getting gradually darker, and he could feel the temperature start to dip. He put his glasses back on and looked back at the sun.
“The Inca and Ancient Greek believed eclipses were a sign of a wrathful and unhappy god.”
Scully hummed. “The word ‘eclipse’ comes from the Greek word meaning ‘abandonment.’”
“Right,” Mulder said, “though I think I prefer mythologies of a more solicitous nature.”
Scully raised her glasses to give him a look. “Solicitous?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Mulder couldn’t help his grin. “In Australian oral traditions, the moon falls in love with the sun and chases her across the sky. If caught, the sun plunges the world into darkness. Medicine men recite magical chants to combat the evil omen. In German mythology, the sun and the moon are married. One rules the day while the other the night. When the moon is lonely, he’s drawn to his bride and they come together to create a solar eclipse.”
She looked at him frankly. “You know a weird amount about eclipses.”
“I like to impress you.”
“Is this why you were so late getting back to the hotel this morning? Research? My coffee was cold.”
“But are you impressed?”
“I wasn’t impressed by the coffee…”
Mulder gave her a long look, the odd light turning her hair a hazy copper wool.
“I like the German one best,” she finally said, plunking her glasses back on and leaning back to gaze at the sky.
“Me too,” Mulder said.
More long minutes of silence between them with the occasional car whooshing past on the roadway. Mall security drove by them slowly and Mulder gave the rent-a-cop a small salute. It was impossible to see Scully with the glasses on, so he kept taking them off.
“You’re going to permanently burn your macula,” Scully said from beside him, not taking her eyes off the welkin of the heavens above them.
He ran his eyes over the brushstroke of freckles on her nose. She was goddess-like; as luminous as a star. If he was the moon, he’d chase her through the sky, too.
“You lose enough photoreceptors you won’t pass your next firearms recertification.”
He was tempted to tell her that in all the years he’d known her, her shine hadn’t damaged anything but his poor, lonely heart, but pulled his glasses back down and looked to the sun. It was nearly covered.
He sighed and felt her hand reach for his. His heart beat hard once against his sternum.
“You can take them off during the totality,” she said, squeezing. “And should. It’s supposed to be incredible.”
“You ever seen it?” He asked her quietly. She was still holding onto his hand.
“I missed the one in ‘79.”
“Me too,” he said.
Around them, the air had taken on a distinct chill and the light shining down had grown metallic. Next to the car, in the long shadows of the trees along the edge of the mall driveway appeared little crescents. The colors on the mall’s signage dimmed and brightened. Mulder sat up and pulled his glasses off and blinked, shaking his head. The world felt odd, he couldn’t properly adjust his vision. It felt decidedly like the moment after someone takes your picture with a bright flash.
Scully still held his hand and squeezed it.
“It’s called the Purkinje effect,” she said calmly, pulling off her own glasses with her other hand, and looking around with a wondrous smile. “As we near totality and the light dims, our eyes transition from photopic vision–which uses the retina’s cone cells to deliver full colors and fine detail–toward scotopic night vision, which relies on rod cells to detect objects in low light. When the light’s intensity dims in an eclipse, colors with longer wavelengths like red will look darker as the cones become less active. But rods are sensitive to shorter blue-green wavelengths, and those colors will appear to shine. It’s not just you. It’s the rod and cone cells in your eyes trying to make sense of the sudden dimness.”
Scully put her glasses back on and looked up at the eclipse. Mulder felt a surge of something so like love that his eyes burned.
Scully pulled in a sudden inhale of breath.
“The totality,” she said, pulling off her glasses and gazing up. “It’s starting.”
Mulder raised his eyes to the heavens. The world was dusk-like, the stars in the top of the dome of the heavens were winking on. In the bushes nearby, crickets began to chirp.
The eclipse itself was like nothing he’d seen before outside of a big budget movie. The moon was utter blackness, but along the upper edge of the eclipsed sun was a hot pink half-ring that erupted into a single bring spot along the edge of the moon’s shadow like the diamond in a giant engagement ring formed by the rest of the sun’s atmosphere.
And then the flaming plasma of corona as the moon reached complete totality. Second contact. It was a living thing. Streams of white light danced around the ring of the black moon. Scully gasped in pleasure and Mulder couldn’t help but exclaim: “Wow!”
He pulled his eyes from the eclipse itself and looked around. Along the entire horizon, all 360 degrees of it, was in full, brilliant sunset. Everything else was the darkness of post golden-hour. He turned toward his partner and locked eyes with her. Her smile was brilliant, and she held his gaze for only a moment before canting her face back to the eclipse itself.
“This is incredible,” she said breathlessly.
He had found, as the years of their partnership wound on, that their job turned them into ecstatics, subject to mystical experiences. This was perhaps the most transcendent of them all. He would remember the moment forever.
“It is,” he agreed.
A sharp flash, and Scully squeezed his hand.
“Third contact,” she said. “Put your glasses back on.”
He did as she asked, and they leaned back and watched in silence as the moon continued its journey, as the sky relit and the nighttime animals calmed, as the world came back to itself.
Eventually, Scully sat up. The light was still odd, seeming to come almost from inside her, and she lowered her glasses and leaned in to him. For a heady, divine moment, Mulder thought she was about to kiss him, but instead she pressed her cool lips to his cheek, her hair falling down to brush along the skin of his jaw.
“Thank you, Mulder,” she said, and then straightened, the cool air rushing to fill the space she’d just been.
“You’re welcome, Scully,” he said, his voice a little rough. He lowered his glasses slowly and watched her slide off the hood of the car, watched her stretch and smile to herself; a Mona Lisa grin gently stretching the planes of a face with the same faultless symmetry of the celestial bodies sliding across the sky.
#the x files#fanfic#my fic#ficlet#prompt#msr#please forgive the scientific/historical/canon inaccuracies#i really should have been working
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#rottmnt#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt donnie#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#unpause rottmnt#unpause rise of the tmnt#dr stone#watched dr stone recently and my first thought was that rise donnie#specifically would've based his entire personality on Ishigami Senku#i imagine he'd make his bros sit through a marathon with him#but only so he can pause every episode and explain all the scientific inaccuracies/ways he would've done this and that#donnie and senku friendship canon
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#yes I know Kip is not a frog#but Twig wasn’t exactly a lizard when she was a charmander was she#we can have a little scientific inaccuracy#as a treat#pmd2: text post boogaloo#the present is a gift au#stuff by sofie#pmd2#pmd eos#pmd explorers#pmd sky#pmd#pokémon mystery dungeon#pmd dusknoir#pmd grovyle#pmd darkrai#pmd celebi#future trio
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Ehh I'm starting to obsess over Welcome home and I can't get this damn caterpillar dude out of my head.
Anyways I noticed that despite him being a humanoid caterpillar he has 8 limbs instead of 6 limbs.
Which means that he cannot be classified as a caterpillar but rather as an arachnid.
Anyways my headcanon is that he got adopted by caterpillars and never realized that he was an arachnid himself and now is just vibin as a caterpillar wannabe.
Or the better headcanon....
He was adopted by a caterpillar family but was too afraid to admit that he in reality was an arachnid because most people are scared off of spider, scorpions and other.
Poor frank when he finds out that all of the spying was for nothing....
#Clown probably just forgot how insects are classified but who cares.#I like my headcanon#Almost tagged this as hello puppets out of reflex lol#welcome home#howdy pillar#frank frankly#arachnids#insects#Kris out here nitpicking scientific inaccuracies once again#I'm am complaining about the most unimportant things here I swear to God.
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Brawl Spore is thought to be an ancient relative of Breloom. It is always eager to take on any opponent, especially those much larger than itself. In the absence of a willing combatant, it will spread rage-inducing spores to continue the duel with otherwise cowardly pokemon.
in other words what if my dinosaur was more dinosaur
#ghost post#art#digital art#pokemon#fakemon#breloom#paradox pokemon#man i didnt realize i liked breloom this much but this is the second breloom form ive drawn#its got dilophosaur frills like in jurassic park#it can have a little scientific inaccuracy. as a treat
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Me watching the Wild Blue Yonder: ok but bodies don't decompose in space meaning that species just looks like that normally
#doctor who#doctor who anniversary#doctor who spoilers#doctor who special#dr who#when ure distracted by tiny insignificant scientific inaccuracies cuz its just something interesting that you know
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Honestly the eclipse makes me think about the final shots from The Rite of Spring segment of Fantasia and how every time I watch it I just have to sit there and stare at a wall for a few minutes processing it all and I wonder if literally anyone else feels the way I do about that segment
#scribs speaks#despite the ever present scientific inaccuracies it's just... so much#the song opens with you drifting through the emptiness of space only to stumble upon an empty planet full of nothing but stone and fire#and you watch as it slowly shifts and changes#from microbes to ocean life to fish to lizards to dinosaurs#and you watch the life of the dinosaurs in their world of survival#and how they all waste away due to a cataclysmic event#until there's nothing left but bones#which get swallowed by the earth and the ocean#all while the moon slowly eclipses the sun#and then you drift outwards once more to the music while watching the eclipsed sun sink behind the planet#all of it slowly getting darker and darker#ahhhHHHHHHHH#okay I'm done back to writing
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Never forget the ocean. Even in the most landlocked of deserts its veins run thick. Its blood is not only the blood of every plant and animal, but also that of every human and every wet breath you take. Most importantly, to forget the ocean is a grave injustice to Earth's most formidable organism.
You may assume we're parasites of the ocean, flushing it with poisons and stealing its blood, but there is not an inch of water that has yet to taste flesh. Everything returns to the ocean, so do not forget it.
#tma#the magnus archives#the vast#the ocean#i love the ocean sosososo much#but i am biased#tw unreality#tw horror#writing#poetrt#? i think this is a free form poetry but. idk i never actually paid attention to poetry in english#outside of pulling it apart#tw scientific inaccuracies#although accurate philisophical accuracies#the ocean is alive
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#i’m on a rock lobster kick right now#<- normal sentence#titless since 2020#pollz#ignore the scientific inaccuracies of the song rock lobster
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“2000 years ago people believed that the sun and the universe revolved around a flat Earth... including the men who wrote the bible.
Just imagine what we will know tomorrow, courtesy of the brave men and women who continue to ask "why" instead of contenting themselves with 'God did it’.”
#christianity#bible#bible study#bible nonsense#flat Earth#scientific inaccuracies#religion#science#what science is#science vs religion#religion vs science#god did it#religion is a mental illness
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saying something while dying in space woudl be so incredblily intimate actually like that sound isn't going Anywhere except like. Inside of you. Do you get it
#like your last words and no one will hear it but you and it will be in your bones n shit#but that's assuming you're like. Able to talk to begin with. But ignore that scientific inaccuracy for a second
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The other day the bestie had a friend over for board games. Somehow I ended up spouting Sonic lore (as you do) but tried to stop myself before I got too into it
The guest said something along the lines of “wow seems like you know a lot about this/have an opinion”
Which friends, was the wrong question
Because without another word I reached over to the bookshelf on my left, pulled out a random handful of Sonic IDW comics, and ,without looking, spread them out so they were visible
Every single person in the room, from besties brother, to besties brothers girlfriend, to friend guest, freaked out. “WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE THOSE??” They screamed while laughing
I just shrugged “I like Sonic as a story”
Meanwhile bestie was cracking up in the corner because she has been privy to a few too many of my sonic rants and has been watching me rapidly amass that collection of comics
She knew where this was going
#anyway#fun night#they also got me to rant about The Meg which is a movie that makes no scientific sense#and is fun because of that and I will and HAVE yelled at the inaccuracies while watching#they got a kick out of riling me up#hope I didn’t scare off guest friend#but if I did then hey#his loss
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a pet peeve of mine in cartoons is when they have turtles leave their shells
this is not physically possible. their shells are part of their bodies and cannot be removed
#i have a lot of pet peeves and they all boil down to scientific inaccuracies#'oh but mushroom its just for fun these cartoons arent meant to be educational' kindly shut up#kids are always learning everything is educational#the only things they know about the world around them are what they see and what theyre told#if they are constantly told that turtles can leave their shells theyre going to believe it#im not saying kids are stupid im saying theyre trusting
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I had a dream I was watching The Bee Movie and at the end of the movie Barry came out as a trans woman.
In other words…. Barry was a lesbeean
#I needed to make this pun#I love LGBTQ puns and I love bee puns#Perfect combinaton#I’m a huge bee lover and know a lot of interesting facts about bees and the insane amount of inaccuracies to real life bee anatomy in that#Movie makes my brain hurt#I’m fine with things being changed/exaggerated for the sake of a cartoon. Heck I love shows starring magic talking horses and bears#BUT THE FACT THAT ALL OF THE WORKER BEES ARE MALE IS SO ANNOYING#in real life all worker bees are female#I guess that lesbeeans were too powerful for The Bee Movie#scientifically accurate Bee Movie where a male bee explodes and Barry is a girl and Vanessa realizes she’s a lesbian#I’d watch that#Dream I had#lesbian#trans#Barry the bee#the bee movie#Barry b benson
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