#then gandhi ruined everything

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Apparently city-states start out as a settler at turn 1. Never really gave it any thought, guess i always just assumed they spawned in with it already built.

#civ 6 #settled just north of here #was such a good location #spread out so fast #then gandhi ruined everything #apostle spammed to hell #from behind a one entrance mountain range #bastard

[fruitwaterz]

why jfabe is NOT!!!! boring and lifeless and proving that wrong, an informational thread discussing their relationship and dynamic, because honestly im getting tired of ppl saying their boring

contains s3 spoilers!

The relationship between JFK and abe from Clone High is something alot of people within the community discussed, especially before s3, being talked about more after s2's finale. Many speculated that the two would remain friends or even become more than that.

Now with season 3 out, we have a lot more things to work out with, specifically episode 3. It's something a lot of people are too afraid to admit, but jfabe/abefk would make the show a lot more interesting, rather than its repeatable joanabe plotline.

So, I'm here to talk about the inner workings of this pair, why their so interesting, and why they work out so much, whether platonic or not. If ur not a fan of jfabe/abefk, or heavily dislike the ship, I'd recommend turning away from this post.

Introduction, the who, the when, the why, the how...and their differences n similarities

So, we all know these two characters. JFK the beloved, Abe the hated. Something that many people picked out of the 2020 clone high fandom. But what if i told you that the beloved and the hated were truly meant to be together from the start?

What we already know is that they are the complete opposite of each other in many ways. JFK is meant to be a parody on 90s jocks from highschool movies and tv shows. Abe is the weak nerd who desperately wants to be cool.

JFK is buff and shorter, Abe is tall and lanky. JFK is a douchebag, Abe is the nicer guy. The list goes on and on. And they even have stuff in common, such as the fear of abandonment and the fear of ruining things.

But one difference i can note is that Abe is way more naive than JFK, JFK is portrayed as empty-headed, but not empty-headed enough to not realize whats going on. Of course, despite the differences, both characters make a really good team.

And this was even evident in s2 ep10, aka the finale, where they both realize that they make a great "duo of bros who'll remain friends for the rest of their lives". Jfabe shippers were FEEDING on this shit back then you have no idea

So with this stuff out of the way, it's time to talk about my favorite episode out of season 3.

Bible Humpers: A Much Needed Praycation

This episode revolves around JFK getting tired of having meaningless sex with girls and partying hard, and decides to seek out a new life when he and Abe discovers the prayer pals club, hosted by Lady Godiva. And at first, Abe is happy to see that JFK is taking on new opportunities.

"Where the slut goes, the wing slut follows."

But eventually, JFK starts straying away from Abe and his friendship, to the point of even FORGETTING about the broniversary that Abe had planned for the both of them (he literally baked a giant cake for him, look at me and tell me thats straight cmon now).

Seeing how Abe had already lost Joan and Gandhi, he didn't wanna lose JFK either, and does everything he can to make him happy and thats so clear. And even at the end of the episode, it's revealed that Abe even respected his choice on ultimately choosing celibacy.

He really does care a bunch for JFK, liking him for who he truly was (compared to JFK's other dates) and respecting his choices. And despite choosing celibacy over Abe, the two still remain close, which really tells you how great their bond is.

So something HAS definitely changed throughout the years, from them hating each others guts to potentially becoming clone highs next couple...which didn't happen, and I'm still petty about it i will admit.

But even if they didn't become canon at the end, you could really tell that some people who worked on this episode wanted them to be a thing, and that's a good enough sign for me that they could hopefully become canon in the next season if we ever get one (still petty though).

Let's circle back to season 1 again. I'm not making a jfabe thread without mentioning Litter Kills: Literally, which is another episode that jfabe shippers fed on. In this episode, JFK's close friend Ponce dies, and he's left to grieve over him.

And in this episode, we see a side of JFK that we never saw before. He starts wondering why the hell he's feeling all of these emotions, because he's a Kennedy, and he's not used to them. But Abe helps him realize that emotions like this are normal.

And even if the two hated each other, Abe apologized to him in the end and finally realized his mistakes. It seemed like Abe disliked him, yet he cares about him. Abe never knew what if felt like, because he hasn't lost a friend close to him.

So he starts berating Cleo for comforting JFK and was even aggressive towards JFK as well, believing that he was only doing all of this just to take Cleo away from him. That was all because he NEVER knew what it was like. But he finally understood.

He was sorry, but he felt like he couldn't do much to help because he didn't experience the same thing. So he just hugged JFK and held him...for a really long time.

But that was just enough for JFK, all he needed was comfort, and Abe chose to do that. So even at the episode, he couldn't help but ask JFK if he was alright. And by the next episode, JFK was already feeling better. All it takes is someone to tell you that its gonna be okay.

So what I'm trying to say is despite their own anxieties, flaws, characteristics, whatever, their PERFECT for each other. I don't like how people label them as "boring", when their so much more deeper than that.

Jfabe/AbeFK is one of my comfort ships for this exact reason. Their lore, dynamic and relationship goes beyond that, i don't ship them just because i think their cute, but because their interesting, and it may seem like im going insane over a white boy ship, but i truly, truly, from the bottom of my heart, love this ship to pieces, and hopefully people can see that through me. Thank you, clone high.

#clone high #analysis #clone high season 2 #jfk clone high #clone high 2023 #jfabe #abefk #clone high abe #clone high reboot #clone high season 3 #clone high spoilers #i GUESS the alternate title for this should be “in defense of jfabe/abefk” because some of yall needa hop off of a harmless ship #i hope this converts some of you i managed to do that w some mutuals on twitter #long story short jfabe is just a really underrated ship with interesting lore and potential and i never got why people hated it #so now that ur reading this watch the mr peabody and sherman show if you want another good history show to watch (shameless plug) #im so rabid about this ship someone hold me back. no one gets them like i do (except for like 5 people) #yes im the same guy who wrote that one jfk character essay and the jfabe queerbaiting essay can you tell i like them a normal amount #bai

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I think a thing that is pretty obvious now is that Israel is NOT going to STOP, so what we have to do is to MAKE them STOP.

People listen! Do what you can to help Palestine. Make posters, post about it on social media, talk about it, write about it, donate, sign petitions, call your congress, boycott, protest and etc!

I know it might not feel like enough. But it's still something, especially if everyone does it! If people in the past were able to start revolutions and overthrow governments. Who says we can't do anything now? There's power in teamwork, even if you're working with strangers to stop a fucking genocide!

Also important note, when I say protests I'm not talking about those violent protests that we see on TV. No.

You people remember Mahatma Gandhi? He was a wise man. We should follow his footsteps.

Trying to stop violence with more violence will only result in more hurt and death. And that's the last thing anyone needs right now.

But that's what governments of many countries do. They use MILLIONS on weapons that they send off to Israel (or Ukraine, Russia, etc) instead of actually trying to stop the fucking conflict. That kills people. Kids, women, men, seniors die. Soldiers on BOTH sides die. Meaning that not only are thousands of lives lost.

But families lose family.

Another thing people always seem to not think about is that war is not just killing each other. It's also about recovering from it. And not every country is able to do that!! Especially in Palestine's case because of how poor it is already. Because the amount of damage war does to a country is unimaginable. Not only is the economy and everything fucked, but so are people, physically and psychically. PTSD and C-PTSD will affect so many. So many that generational trauma will affect people decades later. So Israel is not only taking lives and ruining lives of the people that are lucky to survive. But also ruining lives of generations of Palestinian people that aren't even born yet!

There's people still affected by WW2 because of generational trauma in 2024, my own damn parents included. Generational trauma is not a fucking joke.

Hah, but obviously this will only happen if there will even be any Palestinians alive to have children. Since Israel isn't fucking stopping. Israel doesn't care about Palestinians! They kill everyone in sight and take over Palestinian territory!

One step at the time. The first one being: making as many people aware of the genocide and working together to stop it.

I want to summarise this with;

STOP THE FUCKING GENOCIDE

PEOPLE SPEAK UP

#free palestine #free gaza #palestine #gaza #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #israel #gaza genocide #fuck israel #stop israel #stop genocide #stop war #fuck war #fuck genocide #important

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Rewriting s2 in my head tbh so its more in character to s1 with the og cast and humor wise. I think its just me being petty but idc anymore. KAHLOPATRA DESERVED MORE OF A PLOTLINE I NEED DRAMA I NEED ANGST (I don't mind the og plotline I just want more of them)

Also context basically cleo was cancelled(and her cat died and her stuff was burned while she was gone. And shes no longer cheerleading captain not trying to torture her just going off whay the show would do in s1 humor) in the beginning of it so now alot of people don't like her ill prob rewrite her thing in that one episode to her getting twitch and some people loving her again like the school starts yo love her then hate her again and Cleo really wants to be the best and the queen bee so she learns that Frida likes girls and they have this thing. Cleo tries to get with her and Fridas like hey I don't think you're all bad you just need educating or whatever so you don't keep saying bad stuff and bla bla Cleos using her for popularity cause Fridas the most popular girl in school at first she thinks Fridas weird but she really grows to love her even does that thing that she did in that one scene that's like 'gasp! Oh that's weird I felt bad for you...even though everything's going great for me' so she's surprised cause she's like woah romance isn't dead. And she tells frida and fridas like woah you're using me and you thought I was weird at first? That's not okay I can't believe you and she skateboards away sadly and cleo runs after her idk what else but they'll end up together!!! Eventually!!! I just want Cleo to go through real development let me cook

And Topher and Abe because Abe is back to the main character and I feel like they would've had a funny plotline but I think the writers didn't want to make Abe a plotline cause Joan was the mc of s2. Its kind of weird making them friends tho I think they'll still be frenrmnies or whatever by the end of the season I don't think their friendship is healthy tho and Abes clinging into the idea of getting some type of friend to be Gandhi because he misses Gandhi alot (notice topher and abes friendship necklace is silver and Gandhis and Abes is gold) tophers pulled out of his shell but he manages to have a weird crush on the one guy that will talk to him. Shocker. He's still in denial in the rewrite I probably won't go too much into it just make it implied that hes 'faking' a crush on Joan(or not idk Im just making it where he has a weird onesided thing with Abe think Joan season one but more 'I want to wear your skin straight male ally way and ruin our friendship to make us into a weird rivalry' if he likes Joan too even funnier) and calls her his compulsory heterosexual female crush.

#clone high #topher bus #clone high frida kahlo #clone high abe #clone high fanart #clone high cleo #kahlopatra #tophabe #clone high topher #clone high frida #fanart #abe lincoln

[frida-kahl-of-the-rocky-horror]

Antisemitism is evil

Genocide against the Palestinians is evil

If you disagree with either of these, please leave my page

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Further Reading:

Yes it’s a Genocide

TL;DR: there are many classifications of genocide, and one of such classifications is ethnic cleansing. Israeli military and government forces claim they are doing a Nakba 2. The first Nakba is the definition of ethnic cleansing, by UN definitions, which is a form of genocide. Israel has admitted that they are committing genocide.

No criticizing Israel is not antisemitic

TL;DR: if criticism of Israel or being pro Palestinian equates being antisemitic, then here is a list of raging antisemites (direct quotes included): Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Mahatma Gandhi, Malcolm X, Fred Hampton, Nelson Mandela, Albert Einstein (is Jewish), Stephen Hawking, Frida Kahlo (is Jewish), Noam Chomsky (is Jewish), DJ KHALED, Muhammad Ali, Jimmy Carter, Ben and Jerry (the ice cream people), Bernie Sanders (is Jewish), and Susan Sarandon.

Why Israel hates Palestinians (and why it’s unjustified)

TL;DR: Early post Zionist radical philosophy was to get back at the Germans and kill 6 million Germans senselessly for their systemic murder of Jews. This was rejected by Israel, but this thought process and reaction to historic European antisemitism was channelled into mistreatment of Palestinians. Europe is to blame yet Palestinians are the ones suffering,

I am very well read

TL;DR: Someone called be a slur and told me to pick up a book, I responded with a list of books which I read, a good chunk of which are from pro Israel Zionists and anti Israel Jewish and Palestinian academics

Antisemitism Post #1

TL;DR: a critique of white leftists who thing all Jewish people must categorize themselves as “good Jew” or “bad Jew”. Ethnonationalism like Zionism is dangerous but so is bigotry such as antisemitism. I also use my personal story of hating Belgians.

Antisemitism Post #2

TL;DR: if you replace “Israeli” with any other ethnicity or nationality and it’s bigoted, then your statement is antisemitic. If your statement isn’t bigoted and a rightful criticism of government or military positions and actions, it’s not antisemitic. It’s not antisemitic to criticize a genocide.

Patriotism vs Nationalism vs Jingoism

TL;DR: A Patriot loves their country, she celebrates when it does right and criticizes it when it does wrong. A Nationalist loves their country, she celebrates it when it does right and ignores when it does wrong. A Jingoist loves their country (or at least a specific version of it), celebrates when it is right and when it is wrong, because their country is unable to do wrong in their eyes. Everything can be justified.

Antisemitism Post #3

TL;DR: the Jews don’t control Hollywood.

Rebutting the “It’s Complicated” Claim

TL;DR: it’s not complicated, it’s apartheid

Antisemitism Post #4

TL;DR: Israel is Antisemitic, non Ashkenazi Jews frequently face discrimination, especially in Netanyahu’s Israel, but it’s always been this way with Yiddish language bans, forced sterilization of Ethiopian Jews, and European supremacy in all corners of government

Extremism is Sometimes Justified

TL;DR: one person’s terrorist is another person’s freedom fighter, and if you claim all extremism is bad, you support European colonial control of Africa, Haiti, the USA, and so many other evil regimes.

Yes Israel is a Colonial Project

TL;DR: Direct sources from the founders of Zionism calling the creation of Israel a colonial project and referring to Palestinians as the indigenous peoples who are in the way

Continued:

In a few months more journalists have died in Gaza than in WW2.

Gaza: Israeli company plans luxury beach side Apartment on the ruins of Gaza

A Message from a Palestinian Friend

People who are not Israeli or Palestinian are allowed to engage in discourse on this issue, especially Americans

Goat Jewish Boi Slays

The Post that Blew Up

Debunking idiotic Israeli arguments

Where’d you Come From, Where’d you Go

USA is the most diverse country on earth

Direct quote from an Israeli cabinet minister calling this conflict a war on Gaza not a war on Hamas (what happened to the plot??)

I love Jewish men who love humanity

Israel doesn’t care about peace

#israel #palestine #gaza strip #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #gaza genocide #gazaunderattack #news on gaza #save gaza #gaza #free gaza #i/p conflict #i/p #jumblr #muslumblr #jerusalem #don’t be antisemitic just be anti genocide #anti zionisim #i stand with gaza #gazaunderfire #stand with gaza #war on gaza #i stand with palestine #i stand with israel #zionism is sexy #irish solidarity with palestine #solidarity #jews for palestine #jews for ceasefire #israeli #am yisrael chai

[raisinushigher]

ok SO i finally manned up and watched the leaked reboot episode (not all of it, the source im watching it from is uploading it in increments and they aren’t all out yet) and im not even gonna lie to you. i fucking love it im SO excited to see more of the new clones, i think frita is a fun character and i feel like she’s gonna give cleo some character development finally, jfk is still good, im happy with joan too and abe is just. i gotta have a whole seperate section for him. im REALLY excited. him almost saying ableist slurs was kinda far like hed never do that regularly, in season 1 he never talked like that, but i do really like where this is taking his character - like it’s really re-establishing how he really means well and just wants to help but manages to mess everything up due to how oblivious he is. and i think my favourite thing out of it so far is the switched perspective. in season 1 it was joan trying to catch abes attention while he was dating cleo, and now in the reboot it’s abe trying to catch joans attention while she’s dating(?) jfk. it’s a very interesting and exciting thing, the reason abe is so hated is because his role combined with how dumb he is made him insufferable to most people, and now that’s just completely switched up without ruining his personality in any way. did i mention i love this. one last thing about abe and then to the extra little stuff i wanted to talk about :o)

um this. Yeah. i. this made me so sad 💀 this and the part on the dock where he mentions feeling lost without gandhi and how he’s upset because he thinks he’s avoiding him is just so,,, he misses him so bad,,,,,;, and he doesn’t know he’s stuck in the locker still,,,,, and he needs him so badD. RAHHHHH. AND LIKE. GANDHI WOULDVE BEEN THERE FOR HIM DURING THIS EPISODE 1000% IT AOULDVE BEEN SO MUCH EASIER ON HIM,,, ok now im done

really not much to say here. i wanted scudlertron and i got it ive been FED. also i absolutely love scuds grey streaks and how his voice sounds different and older but not in a jarring way but instead a way that actually sounds natural. butlertrons voice is amazing also. jfk’s needs a little work but like. again it’s unreleased. who cares. he’s wonderful as always regardless. the little b plot mr b and scud have going on in the episode was continuously a breath of fresh air while watching it, it’s so goddamn nice seeing them just talking again, feels like a warm hug from an old friend idk :o)))

these two walking together,,,,, just seeing van gogh again is also so so good even though i don’t talk nor think about him that much at all i love him very much

and one last thing. im so goddamn excited for this trio

tldr: ilove it so much im so excited

#long post #phew!!! #clone high #clone high cleo #clone high jfk #clone high joan #abe lincoln #clone high gandhi #mr butlertron #cinnamon j scudworth #clone high van gogh #clone high spoilers #mine

[finny-propaganda]

One of my favorite scenes from A Separate Peace, taken from chapter four:

A French examination was announced for one Friday late in August. Finny and I studied for it in the library Thursday afternoon; I went over vocabulary lists, and he wrote messages—je ne give a damn pas about le francais, les filles en France ne wear pas les pantelons—and passed them with great seriousness to me, as aide-mémoire. Of course I didn’t get any work done. After supper I went to our room to try again. Phineas came in a couple of minutes later.

“Arise,” he began airily, “Senior Overseer Charter Member! Elwin ‘Leper’ Lepellier has announced his intention to make the leap this very night, to qualify, to save his face at last.”

I didn’t believe it for a second. Leper Lepellier would go down paralyzed with panic on any sinking troopship before making such a jump. Finny had put him up to it, to finish me for good on the exam. I turned around with elaborate resignation. “If he jumps out of that tree I’m Mahatma Gandhi.”

“All right,” agreed Finny absently. He had a way of turning cliches inside out like that. “Come on, let’s go. We’ve got to be there. You never know, maybe he will do it this time.”

“Oh, for God sake.” I slammed closed the French book.

“What’s the matter?”

What a performance! His face was completely questioning and candid.

“Studying!” I snarled. “Studying! You know, books. Work. Examinations.”

“Yeah ...” He waited for me to go on, as though he didn’t see what I was getting at.

“Oh for God sake! You don’t know what I’m talking about. No, of course not. Not you.” I stood up and slammed the chair against the desk. “Okay, we go. We watch little lily-liver Lepellier not jump from the tree, and I ruin my grade.”

He looked at me with an interested, surprised expression. “You want to study?”

I began to feel a little uneasy at this mildness of his, so I sighed heavily. “Never mind, forget it. I know, I joined the club, I’m going. What else can I do?”

“Don’t go.” He said it very simply and casually, as though he were saying, “Nice day.” He shrugged, “Don’t go. What the hell, it’s only a game.”

I had stopped halfway across the room, and now I just looked at him. “What d’you mean?” I muttered. What he meant was clear enough, but I was groping for what lay behind his words, for what his thoughts could possibly be. I might have asked, “Who are you, then?” instead. I was facing a total stranger.

“I didn’t know you needed to study,” he said simply, “I didn’t think you ever did. I thought it just came to you.”

It seemed that he had made some kind of parallel between my studies and his sports. He probably thought anything you were good at came without effort. He didn’t know yet that he was unique.

I couldn’t quite achieve a normal speaking voice. “If I need to study, then so do you.”

“Me?” He smiled faintly. “Listen, I could study forever and I’d never break C. But it’s different for you, you’re good. You really are. If I had a brain like that, I’d—I’d have my head cut open so people could look at it.”

“Now wait a second ...”

He put his hands on the back of a chair and leaned toward me. “I know. We kid around a lot and everything, but you have to be serious sometime, about something. If you’re really good at something, I mean if there’s nobody, or hardly anybody, who’s as good as you are, then you’ve got to be serious about that. Don’t mess around, for God’s sake.” He frowned disapprovingly at me. “Why didn’t you say you had to study before? Don’t move from that desk. It’s going to be all A’s for you.”

“Wait a minute,” I said, without any reason.

“It’s okay. I’ll oversee old Leper. I know he’s not going to do it.” He was at the door.

“Wait a minute,” I said more sharply. “Wait just a minute. I’m coming.”

“No you aren’t, pal, you’re going to study.”

“Never mind my studying.”

“You think you’ve done enough already?”

“Yes.” I let this drop curtly to bar him from telling me what to do about my work. He let it go at that, and went out the door ahead of me, whistling off key.

#im sorry. i saw a quote from this scene and i had to just. I HAD TO POST IT #godddddddddddd #this scene makes me so ill because #like its literally key to understanding phineas and gene's dynamic and both of their characters and just #UGH. #UGHHHHH #a separate peace #long post #asp

[mohabbaat]

I hope bjp wins cause otherwise it’ll be a messy coalition which will fight amongst themselves and ruin everything

atp it's like being caught between a rock and a hard place. both the options are equally bad. on one hand, i truly do not want bjp to come to power again because of the constant fuck ups of the past 8 years. on the other hand, i agree with what you said. if the coalition wins it will be super messy cause of the power struggle and the lack of unity between the main players. also, i cannot take rahul gandhi seriously and imagining him as the pm is impossible for me. 😭 so i really don't know who i will even vote for and the elections are right around the corner. 😭

#asks #koi ek handsome politician hi le aao bhai. cause acha toh waise hi nahi hai koi.

[lovedbythesun]

Robert Rosen on John, Paul, obsession and John’s reaction to Paul’s arrest in Japan (bolded)

RR: If you read Nowhere Man, you're gonna spend a couple of 100 pages in Lennon's head and you'll see what that's like. The neurosis and the occult, and the insecurity and the anger and the rage and the petty jealousy and the absolute expression of joy when McCartney was busted in Japan for trying to smuggle in marijuana.  And you'll also get the creative genius, the guy who went down to Bermuda, knowing it was time to break out of his seclusion and get back into it and release an album. After five years, the painful creative struggle to reconnect with his muse and the love he felt towards Yoko and towards Sean. I mean, that's all there. It's like the beautiful part of Lennon and there was indeed, a beautiful part, with the part that was heady and angry and resentful and jealous.

Host: You just described his reaction to the Tokyo drug bust with Paul. There's been definitely conflicting accounts, what the state of their relationship was not just the 1980 but throughout the whole of the Beatles solo years, where he definitely had the signs of an obsession with Paul's career and his successes. At the same time publicly talked about I don't pay attention to Wings, I don't pay attention to my peers. I don't pay attention to Jagger, or Dylan or all that stuff. Yet. You see things like the tape diary he did in 79, where he clearly is paying attention very much to Paul's career. Overall, did you get an impression of where things stood regarding his feelings toward Paul?

Robert Rosen: That is like a huge part of Nowhere Man because he spent so much time thinking about Paul and writing about Paul and obsessing over Paul. And everything Paul did, it drove him..every time he heard a Paul song on the radio, especially Coming Up off McCartney II that it would make him jealous. He saw his life as him and Yoko being either up or down in relation to Paul and Linda. And he just flat out said, I know this is not the way to be. There was like, the jealous part of him, that would just go crazy over something Paul did..and nobody's paying attention to me now. And there was that part of him and then there was the larger part of him, where he wanted to be like Jesus and Gandhi and Mohammed and Buddha, and he wanted to follow the path he wanted to follow the way, he wanted to merge with God.

It was just this constant struggle between this man who wanted to be pure and this man who wanted to take drugs and have sex with May Pang and just like, oh I bought this beautiful house in Palm Beach and Paul's gonna read about it and that's a great victory over McCartney and oh, Yoko just sold a cow for a quarter million dollars and it's gonna be in the papers and Paul's gonna read about it.  That's another great victory over McCartney and it's just like Yoko did it, she used her magic powers to have Paul busted in Japan and this is not in Nowhere Man because this is what he wrote in the diaries that I couldn't quote from the diaries but he was just so overjoyed that say, it was like the high point of 1980 up to that point and he writes, go to jail, go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200 - that's the thing from Monopoly and I'm not quoting from the diaries, I'm quoting from the Monopoly board, right [both laugh].

You know, that's what John wrote and he was just "oh, Paul's still in jail, maybe they'll keep him there for a couple of years and they let him out after only 10 days but the Wings tour was ruined and it made him happy.” 

- Robert Rosen / Something About The Beatles Podcast / 10/08/2022 (x)

#john lennon #paul mccartney #the beatles #satb #i can't believe i had transcribed half of this #before i learned i could use a website to auto-generate the dialogue #ah well...better to draw poison from the wound directly i suppose #it must have been love once #but the schadenfreude here takes my breath away #so much so it makes me question a lot of things #i have a hard time believing he thinks of paul as a ...real person here? #i can see him being petty and like hahHA that album was shit #or even being weirdly obsessed with paul's marriage failing? #but prison... #jesus christ

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Exploring the Rich Cultural Heritage of Lucknow with Taxi Yatri Tempo Traveller

Lucknow, the capital city of the northern Indian state of Uttar Pradesh, is a treasure trove of history, culture, and architectural marvels. Known for its gracious hospitality, mouthwatering cuisine, and exquisite craftsmanship, Lucknow offers a unique blend of the old and the new. To fully experience the beauty and charm of this city, there's no better way than to embark on a journey with Taxi Yatri Tempo Traveller in Lucknow. In this guide, we'll explore the top tourist places in Lucknow and how you can make the most of your trip with the convenience of a Tempo Traveller.

Bara Imambara:

Our journey begins with one of Lucknow's most iconic landmarks, the Bara Imambara. Built in 1784 by Nawab Asaf-ud-Daula, this architectural marvel is a testament to the grandeur of Mughal and Awadhi architecture. The main attraction here is the Bhool Bhulaiya, a labyrinthine maze of narrow passages and staircases that can leave you feeling delightfully lost. The Bara Imambara is also home to a stunning central hall, known as the Asfi Mosque, and offers panoramic views of the city from its minarets.

Chota Imambara:

Located just a short drive away from the Bara Imambara, the Chota Imambara is another gem of Lucknow's architectural heritage. Also known as the Imambara of Hussainabad, this elegant structure was built by Nawab Muhammad Ali Shah in 1838. It is known for its intricate chandeliers, beautiful gardens, and the elaborate Tazia procession held here during Muharram.

Rumi Darwaza:

Often referred to as the Turkish Gate, the Rumi Darwaza is a magnificent gateway that stands as a symbol of Lucknow's architectural excellence. This imposing structure is a prime example of Awadhi architecture and was built in 1784. The Rumi Darwaza is an ideal place for photography enthusiasts, and its stunning design is truly captivating.

Lucknow Residency:

The Lucknow Residency is a historic site that played a significant role in India's struggle for independence during the First War of Independence in 1857. This sprawling complex includes the Residency Building, the ruins of several other buildings, and beautifully maintained gardens. A visit here will transport you back in time to the days of British rule and the heroic tales of the Sepoy Mutiny.

Hazratganj:

For a taste of modern Lucknow, head to Hazratganj, a bustling shopping and commercial district. Here, you can explore a wide range of shops, boutiques, and street vendors selling everything from traditional Chikan embroidery to modern fashion. Hazratganj is also famous for its street food, so don't forget to savor some mouthwatering chaat and kebabs.

Janeshwar Mishra Park:

If you're looking for a serene escape from the city's hustle and bustle, Janeshwar Mishra Park is the perfect place to unwind. This sprawling urban park is one of the largest in Asia and offers a serene environment for a leisurely stroll, picnicking, or simply relaxing by the lake. It's a great spot to connect with nature and enjoy some tranquility.

La Martiniere College:

La Martiniere College is not just an educational institution; it's a historical masterpiece. Founded by Major General Claude Martin in the early 19th century, the college boasts stunning architecture, lush gardens, and a rich history. The college's Constantia building is a remarkable example of Indo-European architecture and is a must-visit for history and architecture enthusiasts.

Indira Gandhi Planetarium:

For those interested in astronomy and space, the Indira Gandhi Planetarium in Lucknow is a fascinating attraction. It offers educational shows and exhibits about the universe, stars, and planets. It's a great place to visit with family, especially if you have young aspiring astronauts in your group.

Bhimrao Ambedkar Park:

Dedicated to the memory of Dr. Bhimrao Ambedkar, one of India's founding fathers and social reformers, this park is a symbol of social justice and equality. The park is adorned with impressive statues, intricate architecture, and beautifully landscaped gardens. It's a place of reflection and a reminder of the principles upon which the Indian Constitution was framed.

Aminabad Market:

No trip to Lucknow would be complete without indulging in its world-famous cuisine. Aminabad Market is a paradise for foodies, offering a delectable array of street food, sweets, and traditional Awadhi dishes. Don't miss the chance to savor the iconic Tunday Kababi's kebabs or indulge in the mouthwatering basket chaat.

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[returntosaturn271995]

Excerpts From Kasher In The Rye: The True Tale of a White Boy from Oakland Who Became a Drug Addict, Criminal, Mental Patient, and Then Turned 16

“As you go back through the creaky secret rooms of your memory, you find places damaged by time and neglect.”

“t gave me a private thrill to know that I wasn’t the only piece of damaged machinery out there.”

“My mom told me stories of how scared she was, of how he threw her around, but to be honest, I never believed her. It wasn’t until years later, when I started throwing her around myself, that I thought there might be something to the story”

“I found a wall calendar in a pile of his stuff as my family and I did that sick divvying of the loot that happens when someone dies”

“My mother is a third-generation divorcée”

“addicted to being right” (What makes people need it?)

“To this day I cannot think of psychoanalysis without picturing turtlenecks.”

“What bullshit. I wasn’t too angry. I should have killed him for saying so.”

“This was my chance to ruin everything. I loved doing that.”

“I was angry, of course I was. I also worshiped him a bit, of course I did.”

“I slowly started sharpening my tongue on the whetstone of Oakland Public Schools. If I couldn’t win all the fights, I’d certainly win all the rounds of verbal sparring. People fucked with me so I learned how to fuck right back. I started to hone the questionable skill set of the class clown. In short, I became an asshole.”

“ I transitioned smoothly between angry out-of-control kid into frightened out-of-control kid”

“I could tell questions were out of the question.”

“People called me the Gandhi of the playground. Wait, no they didn’t, they called me white bitch”

“The world looked like my underdeveloped oyster.”

“The victim of frequent, severe, man-sized beatings at the hands of his father, eventually his personality fractured into so many pieces that he just picked them up and shaped them into whatever fit the situation best”

“I fucking remember that—believe me, you would, too.”

“ They tell you that you feel loopy and disoriented, but no one tells you that it crawls through your skin, filling in every place of deficit, every gaping crack where your humanity didn’t fuse.”

“You know how parties are supposed to be fun? Now imagine the opposite of that.”

“My father took himself so seriously because no one else did.”

“St. Ides, the patron saint of cirrhosis”

“Our circle of normalcy included four of the seven layers of Hell”

“DJ always became somewhat more articulate when he was finding a way to call me fat. The Lakota Sioux called me “Swims with T-Shirt”. 

“DJ, perhaps too dumb to be afraid, broke the silence, turning to me and saying, “Fats, you at the end of the line. You’ll slow us down.” Fats complied”

“I firmly believe that everyone should get punched in the face at least once in their life. It builds character. Getting your ass kicked teaches you that your body isn’t a glass menagerie figurine that could shatter at any trauma. You gotta get lumped up sometimes. Then heal and know you are all right.”

“He laughed like the universe.”

Urban psychedelia

“Her eyebrow twitched and I could feel her set her clinical phasers to kill mode and gear up”

“She grinned and I wanted to rip her face off with my mind.”

“a first-class sociopath.” First-class. I guess if you’re going to be evil, best to do it in style.”

“the topical anesthetic I’d been dabbing at my life was starting to wear off.”

“There was something I found so phenomenally satisfying about the process of cracking a therapist’s professional armor.”

“I’d knock “shave and a haircut,” and he’d answer back, “two bits.” I guess we did that just to let each other know that someone else was there who understood. One night I knocked and no one answered. Nate was gone. He’d been released. That night, I cried myself to sleep, hyperventilating, terrified, and I really didn’t know why.”

“My grandfather, Dick the Dick, had been an English professor at a local community college. Lecturing on such topics as “Spousal Abuse: How to Do It!”

“The Seneca Center for the Severely Emotionally Disturbed Youngster”

“I’ll tell you, there is nothing quite so distracting to a lecture on the Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria as the low, deep thudding of a severely emotionally disturbed youngster’s head repeatedly slamming against an inadequately padded cell door.”

“Fuck it is the great battle cry of the drug addict.”

“I stole like an animal. Oh wait, animals don’t steal”

“My mom starts screaming at me, “You’re high! What are you on?!? What are you on?!?” Which is like the worst thing ever to scream at a dude who’s freaking out because he’s high.”

“The moment you sink to a new low is the same moment that your conscience becomes compromised to the point that it won’t rebel against the indignity you are putting it through.”

“Life was the wound. Life seared and stung. The world stung. I was born a mess of paper cuts, the world was a pool of lemon juice I’d been shot into. So I found drugs, I found a painkiller that made me able to ignore the wound. I could walk upright. I could go forward. I could navigate the acidic reality. Of course, if you are wounded, and you find a medicine that makes you numb, you don’t correct for the wound.”

“There came a point where I was all wound. I couldn’t see where I stopped and where the wound began”

“The great irony of the addict is that the thing he takes, which is the only thing that has ever made life feel good, stops working long before he considers the possibility of life without it. That first day I’d gotten high, I’d promised myself a life where I’d never stop. I never wanted to not feel that way again. The fact that I hadn’t felt that good in years hardly registered with me.”

“I was going to save him. I never considered he wouldn’t let me. Or that it wasn’t my business to.”

[seasoredelight]

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[bag2bag-shortstay-hotels]

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About Noida

Noida is a seemingly attractive modern city that lies close to the capital city of India. The city comes under the National Capital Region to approach rapid growth in different sectors. Sky-high towers, lengthy flyovers, sophisticated IT parks, business centres, and graceful gardens retain the metropolitan charm of the city. Noida is full of life with a range of leisure options like street food joints, shopping malls, fancy cafes, theme parks, and nightlife places. The city has everything to delight business travellers, leisure travellers, and couples. To meet the ever-growing demand for convenient accommodation, Bag2Bag Rooms provide hotels in Noida. Also, there are many hourly hotels in Noida available to book through Bag2Bag Rooms. The availability of  enables more flexibility during your stay.

Noida thrives on its fast-paced lifestyle and flaunts the vibrant urban culture! The city is also a little heaven for gourmets with diverse food options. Bag2Bag Rooms offer couple friendly hotels in Noida across the main localities. You can find suitable accommodation wherever you need in Noida with Bag2Bag Rooms.

Best time to visit Noida

The summer season in Noida experiences scorching hot conditions to ruin travel plans. Travellers most often flock to Noida between the months of October and March to witness the charming sceneries of the city. The benevolent weather and pleasant breeze make it suitable for vacation. Make use of the Noida hotels offered by Bag2Bag Rooms for different purposes. The famous festivals in Noida include Ram Navami, Nag Panchami, and Janmashtami. Locals usually celebrate these festivals with great fervour. Book the hotels in Noida on hourly basis via Bag2Bag Rooms and enjoy the convenience.

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As Noida is a magnificently planned city, travellers will find no trouble in securing the best transportation options. The city has excellent rapid metro and bus transport facilities. The major expressways in Noida include DND Flyway, Noida- Greater Noida Expressway, and Yamuna Expressways. Travellers can rely on Ghaziabad or Anand Vihar railway stations to use train transport. The nearest airport to Noida is Indira Gandhi International Airport in Delhi. Grab the hourly hotel room booking in Noida  freshen up in a while. You don’t have to pay too much when you avail the hotels in Greater Noida. Travellers can always look for cab and auto-rickshaws to commute within the city. Bag2Bag Rooms has encompassed flexible stay options across the city like Noida Sector 62 hotels, hotel at Noida Sector 18, and so on.  

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Noida guarantees a riveting shopping experience for all travellers. From bustling street bazaars to swanky malls, shopaholics can indulge in diverse shopping options. Are you ready for a compelling shopping session? To immerse in street shopping culture in Noida, head to the colourful places like Savitri Market, Brahmaputra Market, Atta Market, Kanchenjunga Market, Indira Market, Lal Market, and Sunheri Market. You can buy home decors, accessories, silk fabrics, bangles, shoes, handbags at astonishing prices! There are several hotels in Greater Noida that caters to the demand of travellers. To treat yourself to the finest luxury, book 5 star hotels in Noida via Bag2Bag Rooms. Noida is home to many futuristic malls that endlessly amazes shopaholics. The fanciest shopping malls in Noida are Great India Place Mall, DLF Mall of India, The Gardens Galleria Mall, Wave Mall, Grand Venice Mall, Spice World Mall, Shipra Mall, and Sab Mall. With Bag2Bag Rooms, you can secure the best hotels in Noida and cherish a comfortable stay.

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The availability of hotels for few hours in Noida will facilitate the accommodation needs of different travellers. Bag2Bag Rooms provide hotels near Noida City Centre and other prime localities. The best hotels in Noida will cater to the needs of travellers looking for an affordable stay. Use the 5 star hotels in Noida in case you need to cherish the luxury like never before.

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[eduminatti]

BLIND FOLLOWING: PREVALENCE AND REPERCUSSIONS

Each one of us has at least one person in our life who we admire the most. We consider it to be our ideal. It might be any celebrity or politician or writer or anyone around us. Their actions and work admire us the most; they are an inspiration to us who have changed our lives with their thoughts and actions. We purposefully follow them to build their character traits in us. We follow them inside out because we want us to be the one of their kind. 

The passion and deliberation through which we imitate them are just out of love.  schools in Dehradun mention as a child, we want to be like our mother, she being the most affectionate, caring, and loving to her child. So every child wants to inculcate these traits as behavioral habits. When we grow, we greet a number of people and get influenced by a few. These are the people we admire and adorn the most, as there is something in them that connects us to them without actually greeting them. 

If we take an example of Swami Vivekananda or Mahatma Gandhi, they were born in India but have inspired and influenced a number of people around the world. The principles of Non-Violence and Ahimsa of Mahatma Gandhi have made his Mahatma. Also, his contribution towards the freedom of the nation through his principle was revolutionary all over the world. After many years of Indian Independence, Sir Martin Luther King Jr. adopted his principles to fight for the rights of blacks. 

Similarly, Swami Vivekananda is an inspiration to many of us even today. We read his biography, admire his wisdom, follow his love for the nation, and adorn his every life incident that is nothing less than a motivational story. Even today, there are people like Priyanka Chopra Jonas, Sushmita Sen, etc., who have brought revolution through their work for social welfare at the national and international level. 

They are a role model for today's generation and are working towards girl children, women's empowerment, and other social causes. Their work is appreciated all over the world, but there are certain people near us who might not have done something on such a large platform, but still manage to be an ideal personality for a few people. 

Following these people to reform your inner self isn't bad. When this following turns to the blind following makes it worse. Every person is a unique version of self, but blind following ruins it. Your multiple experiences and observations give a very different perspective. That is your character trait combination creating a unique you. 

But when you practice the culture of blind following, you cannot be that unique personality, and even if you are not able to be someone else completely, this might give you happiness or satisfaction for a certain time is not forever. One fine day you will realize that you have lost yourself from yourself, and that zest of life is now missing. 

Observing your ideals and following them on social media to be aware of everything they are doing is not harmful. This combines the experiences they share with people all over the world and helps you find a solution when you face difficulties in life. This way, we do not leave our individuality; instead, we embrace it through our experiences and life lessons they teach us while public addressing. 

Many times, when we feel low or lack that spark we owe, then they help us bring back that sparkling me, so we take motivation from them and their lives to stand by the hard times. So the thing is, everything that is done within certain limits is goods, but when it travels beyond, it is a mess, a disaster. 

#blind following #blindfaith #blind faith mask

[bitsandbobsandstuff]

never let you go (2)

Summary: After losing the woman they love, Bucky and Steve make a desperate decision with unimaginable consequences. 

Characters: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, mentions of demons and gore. Brief hints of SMUT. Swearing. Bucky and Steve are not exactly nice. A very brief appearance by my favorite Hunter (SPN crossover).

Prompt: “Heartache is one thing, but this…this is worse.”

A/N: This is my submission for the fantastic @sherrybaby14 for Sherry’s Fall Into You challenge, thanks babe for hosting. This is a dark story fam, different than my usual writing. Bucky and Steve really do make some bad decisions, so please heed the warnings. This is a short series, only 3 parts.

Want to find all my stories? Search #bitsmasterlist or try the link in my bio!

Previously...

“How did you do it?”

“Hmm?” Steve murmurs, drifting toward the balm of sleep. Bucky says nothing, simply snuggles closer, his steady breaths puffing warm on your skin.

“I remember what happened.” Softly the confession falls. “Please don’t lie to me. Tell me how you did it. How you brought me back.”

Both men stiffen. Bucky stops breathing. Steve stops stroking his hair. Dread fills you, cold as ice. You know then, whatever price they’ve paid? It will tear the world apart.

Breath tickling the back of your neck, Steve murmurs so quietly, you strain to hear.

“We made a deal.”

*****

“The greatness of humanity is not in being human, but in being humane.” Mahatma Gandhi

*****

Along the glass smooth lake, the tufts of grass are wrapped in furry white frost. Fog rises in slow curls from the mirror of dark blue, warm water battling cold air, while white ice crackles along the edges in paper thin sheets. Each morning you walk out to the lake, the ice creeps further, a bitter omen of what will come.

It all feels surreal. Impossible and improbable. An endless winter waiting in the wings. 

From the outside, life is the same. The world turns, the sun rises in the east. Bucky still giggles madly at cat videos on YouTube and Steve still argues that cough syrup tastes delicious. For the three of you, nothing has changed.

But for the world, it has.

Part of you wants to hate them. It was the most selfish, self-sacrificing act either has ever committed in their long lives, but no matter how monumentally fucked up the situation, it changes nothing. Regardless of the road ahead, there are no limits to the love you feel for them both, and one truth burns with a steadfast certainty - you will always follow in their footsteps.

Perhaps that fact will be your downfall.

Staring bleakly across the clear lake, you think back to that night, when they explained everything. With the proverbial cards on the table, the most complicated question of your entire life now looms.

What will you do to save them?

*****

Eyes downcast, they sit beside each other on the edge of the bed, overgrown children awaiting punishment. Fingers linked atop your head, you pace a short path in front of them, back and forth, breathing fast, words locked in your throat. When they finally burst free, both men flinch.

“Explain what you mean. I don’t understand, Steve. What does a deal with a demon mean? What is that?”

Refusing to look up, Steve remains silent, nervously pinching the callouses on his palm. Bucky stares mutely at his toes, wiggling them into the ropey blue rug beneath the bed. He cracks his knuckles and you can tell he’s mustering his courage. Wetting his lips, he finally meets your gaze.

“It means exactly what Steve said. I know it sounds insane, but it was a real demon. Like the kind you find in - in fairy tales or something. We met a couple guys and they told us how to find her. Said you can make a deal, whatever you want, the demon’ll give it to you...” Bucky trails off, losing steam; another deep breath and he plows on. “...she gives it to you in exchange for 10 years. Those are the contract terms, the regular deal. At the end of the 10 years, that’s it. She comes back to collect, and you’re sent - down. To hell.”

Disbelief clenches like an iron fist, heavy and suffocating. It makes no sense - demons don’t exist. Something else must have happened, some unknown magic, a wormhole, an alternate reality, a time loop maybe. Each ludicrous option seems more likely than their calm explanation, they must be wrong. If demons existed, SHIELD would know. There would be a documentation, strategies, fighting methods.

There would be safe guards to stop idiots in love from making disastrous decisions.

“Bucky, what you’re saying makes no sense. Demons aren’t real,” you say carefully, and goosebumps flare across your skin when Steve lifts guarded eyes to yours. “Steve? They’re not real. It was something else…right?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

Every fiber of your being screams this must be a nightmare, any moment you’ll wake up. Maybe you weren’t on the roof that day, maybe this is all a sick lucid dream. Maybe you’re alive and asleep in bed, and when you wake up Bucky will have stolen all the pillows and Steve will be in the kitchen making oatmeal.

Wake up, you chant to yourself. Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Nothing happens. Chest heaving, you spin away, hot tears burning your throat.

“So that’s what you did? You sold your souls to a demon? And in 10 years she comes back and - drags you to hell?”

“Wait,” Bucky says earnestly. “You didn’t let me finish, it wasn’t that. We didn’t sell our souls. That was the regular deal, but not for us. There’s no 10-year limit, we’re staying with you. All three of us, we get to stay together.”

He pushes off the bed and comes toward you, arms reaching for a hug. Surprise blooms over his face when you place both palms flat on his chest and shove. Stumbling back, he hits the mattress with a shocked bounce.

“No,” you grit out, “Tell me you’re not that naive. It had to cost something, so what was it. What did you give her?” Stubbornly, Bucky’s mouth tightens. Fine then. Turning to Steve, you cup his chin, tilting his face until you glimpse the swirl of shame glowing in his blue eyes. “Steve. Tell me what you gave her.”

It takes all of five seconds for him to give in; Steve never could keep a secret. Not from Bucky. Not from you.

“It wasn’t our souls,” he mumbles. Misery seeps from his skin and he stares intently, begging a forgiveness you never realized you had to give. “She asked for - humanity. That was what she wanted. We gave her our humanity.”

At his admission, a fresh urgency, a new panic, fills the hollowness in your heart.

“Your humanity? What does that mean? What happens now?”

Shrugging helplessly, Steve looks back to his feet. “I guess since we gave her that, then maybe we’ll - change. Maybe we’ll become - different.”

It clicks, then.

Different.

Two battle hardened soldiers, potent super strength flowing through their veins. If you take away their good hearts, strip out the kindness and patience and compassion, extinguish the beautiful tenderness that illuminates them from the inside, what remains?

Brutal violence powered by deadly strength. Something cold and destructive. It seems obvious now, why the demon offered this choice.

Stay above and be in love, happy and content for 10 years before death comes calling.

Or stay above and be in love, happy and content for as long as life allows, with one chilling caveat - abandon who you are.

Without a conscience to keep them in check, the scale of violence two super soldiers could wreak across the globe is breathtaking. And if they leave their humanity in the dust and use the serum thrumming in their veins for something dark and terrible? The outcome remains the same.

Someday in the future, death will still come for them. And with a list of innocent deaths attached to their names, it all means the same thing.

No matter what, they’ve damned themselves to hell. It’s only a matter of time.

“But she promised nothing changes between the three of us,” Bucky interrupts the morbid train of thought, gesturing at you, at Steve, at himself. “Other things might change, but she said the three of us, we’ll stay the same. We won’t change, not when it comes to you. We can make this work, I swear.”

His words make you want to scream. How could they be so stupid? How could they not realize?

“God dammit Bucky! You’re telling me that eventually every bit of goodness that makes you human, that will disappear? What then? The world has two psychopaths with fucking super powers? Is that what you’re saying?!”

“But we can fight it,” Bucky argues, rising again. He takes one step and you shove him harder, knocking him back. Frustrated, he slaps the bed. “We can. I know we can. This was a way around it.”

Before you, they both melt into blurry shadows as the tears spill over, rivers of sticky heat dripping down your neck, soaking the ragged collar of your shirt. Hopelessness shatters your voice.

“No you won’t, Bucky. You can’t. So now what? Huh? How am I supposed to save you?”

Deflated, Bucky hesitates before standing again. Cautiously, he steps forward, ignoring the hand you push against his chest, ignoring the bite of your nails scratching his skin. He murmurs your name, an imploring plea, and the sound breaks you. Trembling fingers curl into a fist and you slam your knuckles against the steel of his sternum, anger fading into fear. He says nothing, lets you expend your rage all over him, wild fists punching him over and over, until you collapse. Then he catches you easily, sitting on the bed, cuddling you in his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, holding tight to your halfhearted struggles, before you finally give up. Burying your face against his neck, he rocks you gently, terrified tears drenching his skin like a spring rain. “But she gave you back. That was enough for us to say yes. You were worth the price.”

“I’m not, nothing is worth this,” you sob hysterically. Guilt pours out, overwhelming and soul-shattering. “This will kill you both, it’ll ruin you. I ruined you.”

“No.” Steve says fiercely. Gripping your arm, he gives a harsh shake. “You did not do this. This was our decision. We knew exactly what we were doing, sweetheart. This wasn’t a mistake.”

Steve moves closer, wrapping his arms around you both, one palm on the warm heat of Bucky’s shoulder blade, the other cupping your face. Pressing his lips to your forehead, the solidity of his presence a quiet reassurance. Tangling your hand in his hair, you tug hard, aching to bring him closer.

Maybe, you think, if you hold tight enough you can keep them intact. Humanity. Souls. Hearts. Whatever they’re made up of inside, maybe if you love them hard enough, you can save them.

“He’s right,” Bucky murmurs, trembling lips at your temple, “This was all on us. But if we had to choose between losing you and doing this again, we’d still do this. We’d choose you. We’ll always choose you.”

*****

There are five people who know the truth.

Nick Fury and Maria Hill. Steve tells them but keeps the specifics of the deal vague. Deep down, he knows Nick would lock them up if he knew everything. They were furious, but in different ways. Fury screamed at them for 30 straight minutes, before storming out in a swirl of black leather. Following close behind, Maria gave them a tight-lipped nod and somehow, that silent disappointment was worse.

And then there were the other three.

Natasha, Tony, Sam. All three received perplexing text messages asking them to meet at Bucky and Steve’s apartment; when they arrive, Sam knocks on cautiously and Bucky meets them with a blank face, wordlessly handing each a fresh bottle of whiskey.

“You’ll need it,” is all he says.

With each Avenger clutching their liquor, Bucky and Steve proceed to explain everything. Their sorrow, their grief. The inability to find any future without you. Their anger at everything, at the world, at each other. Calmly, they each offer their perspective and they see Tony looking confused, Sam looking uneasy, and Natasha looking - strangely resigned.

When they finally finish, there’s a long silence, until Natasha snaps the cap on her bottle of whiskey and takes a long swig. She wipes her mouth and asks.

“What did you do?”

Steve looks at Bucky, who stares determinedly at his feet. Nodding to himself, he rises slowly, walking into the bedroom. Beyond the doors, they hear the hum of low voices and then it creaks open. Bucky hesitates for a breath. 

Then he leads you forward.

At the unexpected sight, Tony tumbles off the armchair with a garbled shout and Sam leaps to his feet.

Natasha still sits calmly.

“So. You met the Winchester boys,” she states. Defiance in his eyes, Bucky shoots her a cool glare.

“Yes,” he says shortly, and she simply nods. Carefully setting her bottle of whiskey on the floor, she rises gracefully and tiptoes toward you. Instantly, Steve and Bucky lean into a protective stance, mirrored snarls on their lips, but Natasha brushes them aside. With no hesitation, she wraps you in a fierce hug.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” she whispers in your ear. Burying your face in her hair, the sweet scents of lavender and leather swirl, so unequivocally Natasha.

They explain everything then. The deal, the magic, the price. All down to the last, gruesome detail. At the end of their story, the room is silent. Tony is the first to respond, ashen faced, shaking with unspeakable anger. He heaves his full bottle of whiskey into the fireplace and it explodes with a crash of flames, before he barrels through the front door with a resounding boom.

Sam sways where he stands, his vision folding along the edges. He wants to understand, he does. More than anyone, he saw the depths of grief into which they sunk, but this? He never considered this. But instead of screaming, he says nothing, just hugs you gently, thinking bizarrely of delicately spun glass. Shoulders sagging under the burden of knowing, he silently follows Tony, his footsteps as heavy as his heart.

And Natasha? Well. Standing in the doorway, she smiles sadly.

“I spoke to them too, you know. Found a crossroad in Colorado. Nine years ago,” she confesses. “One year to go.”

The door clicks shut, leaving them to ponder a new horror.

*****

The official SHIELD report stamps your return with CONFIDENTIAL block letters, and the file is buried deep in the vaults. It leaks to the press as a simple solution, a fake out, a way to throw the bad guys off the trail. Here you are, alive and well, on leave for an indeterminate period.

New York becomes too much. Hostile and loud, too many questions, too many opportunities to let the truth slip free. In the middle of the night, the three of you tangled in a mess of sleepy limbs, Steve offers a solution.

At sunrise you leave.

Refuge comes at a secluded cabin in upstate New York, a mossy pile of logs Steve fell in love with years ago and purchased on a whim. Hidden deep in the trees, it overlooks a crystalline lake and when you step inside, it smells of dust and mothballs. With a mop, a few dust rags, and a bit of elbow grease, it quickly becomes a home.

There, life finally moves forward.

Mornings with bitter coffee, mornings with breathless runs, mornings lazing in a massive claw foot bathtub, big enough for three.

Evenings by the crackling fire, evenings full of books and music, evenings filled with Bucky’s sweat slicked hair tangled in your fingers, with Steve’s quiet groans between your legs, with your shaking cries echoing off the walls.

Sheer perfection. Every waking moment. 

After a few weeks, Bucky and Steve tentatively return to combat, agreeing to short missions that never tear them from your side for more than a few days. Stepping up together, they take on the world once more, protecting the innocent, righting the wrongs. Each time they return, they come refreshed and relaxed, full of sweet words and excited laughter, familiar bits of your former life spilling into the comfortable home the three of you have made together.

They seem so happy. So bright and wild and bursting with love.

It makes you wonder. Maybe, just maybe, Bucky was right. Maybe they found a way around the inevitable. Maybe the demon changed her mind. Maybe they’re safe.

Maybe it worked.

*****

Until slowly and certainly, things begin to change.

*****

Bullets are pinging around them, sparks flying through the air. Steve moves confidently, smoothly dodging every bullet slung their way with a flick of his shield. Behind him, Bucky slinks along, his gun at the ready. When they cut around the corner, three men put up a cursory fight, before all three are taken down with a flick of the shield and two well-placed bullets.

“Like taking candy from a baby,” Steve mutters. Sifting through a pile of paper, he gathers up the files, stuffs them in a secure pocket at his hip and motions for Bucky to leave.

They hear a faint moan.

Propped against the wall, sits a hostage. Mouth taped shut, feet tied together. Blood streams thick and heavy down his face, congealing in a warm pool along his collarbone. Death is imminent, even across the room they can smell it coming. As they come closer, the man registers footsteps and opens his eyes, blinking blearily at the two men looking down. Recognition when he sees the familiar red, white, and blue, a glimmer of hope cutting through the pain.

Staring down, Steve twitches his fingers, an unconscious motion to help, before something inside denies the move.

How peculiar.

Turning away, he issues a rough order at Bucky.

“He won’t make it. Put him out of his misery.”

Bucky gazes at the dying man at his feet.

Shrugging, he raises his pistol and pulls the trigger.

*****

Sunlight streams through the tall windows of the living room, as you laze on the couch. Down the hall, you hear the shower running, the sound of Steve’s off-key baritone singing as he soaps the red stains of death from his skin.

When he shuffles into the living room wearing sweatpants and a soft green shirt, his tired eyes find you. The lingering stress falls away and he bounds forward, flopping on the couch with a careless oompf. Dropping a kiss on your forehead, he carefully arranges a pillow in your lap, and plunks his head down. Post shower, his blond hair is wet dark and squeaky clean, the spicy scent of body wash still lingering.

“Scratch my head?” he asks, adding a sweet pout that never fails to make you give in. Dragging your fingers through the damp strands, you rub his scalp and he sighs happily. When he stretches his feet over the edge of the couch with a wide yawn, his muscles shift and twist, reminding you of a lion you saw once at the zoo. Big and lazy, soaking up the warm golden sunshine.

“Nothing but a big lazy cat,” you murmur, one hand in his hair, the other rubbing slow circles over his heart. Closing his eyes, he grins at the comparison. Catching the hand at his chest, he brings your palm to his lips and presses kisses along each finger, before linking his hand to yours. Moments pass, and his body goes lax, a low stream of steady breaths as he drifts to sleep.

In the shifting afternoon sun, you stay there, watching the light play off his pale eyelashes. You think about Steve. Warm skin and golden hair. Sharp claws retracted; teeth hidden. Deadly to everyone, except those he loves.

*****

“I gave you the intel, I gave it to you!”

Bucky stabs the knife into the muscled meat of the man’s thigh, and the responding scream reverberates off the walls. Like flame hot metal through butter, the pale skin is splayed open, revealing marbled streaks of yellow fat, white bone gleaming beneath. Blubbering incoherently, bloody spit foams in the corners of his mouth, wild eyes rolling back in his head.

“I gave it to you, I did, I did, I did, please!”

There is a pause and for a blessed moment, the man believes he has a reprieve. Swollen eyes fly open, meeting bright blue and Bucky smiles.

And then he punches the knife handle straight through the man’s thigh bone. It cracks and splinters apart and the man screams and screams and screams and Bucky laughs and laughs and laughs.

“Did you think I fucking cared?”

*****

The sticky scent of maple syrup wakes you.

Crawling from the empty bed, you wrap the feather down comforter around your shoulders and shuffle from the bedroom, eager for the source.

The sight catches you off guard. Unimaginably soft.

There in the kitchen, Bucky stands in nothing but skintight black boxers.

Hair twisted in a messy knot, he shimmies through the small space, dancing absently to the music tinkling from the small speaker propped on the windowsill. On the stove, he has a flat skillet coated in butter and filled with bubbling silver-dollar pancakes. Along the edge of the counter, he taps out a rhythm with his spatula, tap tap tap-a-tap-a-tap, and your heart swells at the gentle domesticity.

When he whirls around, he discovers you watching from the doorway, sleepy and rumpled. He lights up, a honeyed smile on his lips, and stretches out a hand, a wordless request. Tripping into his arms, he tucks you safe against his chest.

“Morning baby,” he murmurs, warm breath tickling your ear. “God you look beautiful. How’d I get so lucky?”

The words are simple, lovely phrases he’s shared a million times before, but still your belly flips. Rubbing your cheek against his hot skin, you relax. Let yourself believe everything is perfect, while Bucky dances you slowly around the cozy kitchen until the charcoal crisp of pancake flavors the air.

“Buck, I think your pancakes are burning,” you breathe against the sandpaper stubble along his neck.

He merely hums.

“Let ‘em burn. I’m dancin’ with my girl.”

Mellow notes of smoky jazz drift through the air and you burrow closer, until Bucky pulls you down to the smooth kitchen tiles. The feather comforter pillows beneath you, the searing heat of his mouth tracing down your neck.   

*****

“We’re out of time, set the bombs off. Now.”

In all the time he’s known known Steve Rogers, Sam has never heard his voice like this. Brittle. Cold. Devoid of emotion. On the ground below, amid soaring walls of steel and glass, screaming voices echo off the tower buildings. From his perch high above the melee, Sam stares watches people streaming from the front doors. He hesitates.

“There are still people inside,” he responds.

On the other end of the line is a bone crunching thunk, a truncated scream. Steve’s voice returns.

“Did I fucking stutter? Set it off. Now.”

Again, Sam hesitates, the trigger clenched in his sweaty hand. He shakes his head.

“Negative, Cap. There are still - “

“Jesus Christ, Wilson, you fucking pussy,” Bucky snarls. He rips the black box from Sam’s numb fingers and shoves him aside. Without pause, he flips the switch.

Across the street, the building rumbles and sways and in the space of a breath, the world is rent apart: glass shatters, steel beams screech, concrete explodes. All those still inside, fighting their way to freedom, go down in a crush of rubble, screams and shouts silenced by the thundering rush of crumbling stone.

Stalking around the corner, Steve is sliding the shield onto his back. Without a glance at the crowd below, he rushes at Sam.

“When I tell you to do something, don’t you ever fucking hesitate. You understand?”

Beside him, Bucky snorts and flings the device to the ground. He grinds it under his heel and strolls away, resuming his stance above the disaster. Blanching at the rage in those blue eyes, Sam takes a wordless step back.

“Yeah. Yeah, I understand.”

*****

The last time Steve came to the familiar meadow, was because he needed space to let the rage in his heart spill into the world. In the desolation of those black nights, he screamed his fury into the heavens, broken beyond repair.

This time is different.

Velvety night drips through the sparse tree branches as you walk through the dense forest, Steve leading the way, Bucky close behind. Slivers of moonlight streak through the dark trees, illuminating the huffs of frosty white breath.

When you reach the clearing, Steve slips his warm hand through your gloved fingers, Bucky curves a protective arm around your shoulders. Together, they lead you toward the middle of the field, until they come to an abrupt halt.

Bemused, you stare at them. Under the shy glow of white moonlight, they look carved from marble.

Fallen angels, maybe.

“Is everything okay?” you whisper, eyes roving uncertainly between them.

From the depths of his pocket, Bucky pulls free a black satin box. It sits in the palm of his hand and he looks nervously at you, over to Steve, back to you. He clears his throat.

“We’ve been talking about this forever.” A crooked smile lifts his lips. “Since the first night you spent with us. This here, what we have with you, it’s the only thing we want. We don’t need anything official, but we thought you should know. We’ll love you forever, sweetheart. If you’ll let us.”

Gently, he opens the case, revealing a dark ring set against white silk. Eyes wide, you watch as Bucky lifts the simple band, two strings of delicate black vibranium twisted into an infinity circle. As he holds it aloft, Steve nudges him, and they both fall, kneeling to worship at your feet.

“What do you think?” Steve murmurs. Tentative, hesitant. As though the answer could ever be anything other the words rolling from your tongue.

No matter the circumstance, the love you have for Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers is the one shining light in a world of darkness.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Of course. I love you both so much, nothing will ever change that. Forever.”

Under the raw, naked gleam of the bright night, you kneel before them, face to face with their delighted smiles. Together they reach for you, pulling you into the safe haven of their arms.

*****

“God dammit Rogers! You’re out of line with this shit!”

Leaning over his desk, Nick Fury wipes irritably at the fat beads of sweat dripping down his temple.

Across from him, Steve and Bucky sit in matching leather chairs, both still wearing their combat uniforms. They look like heathens, covered in dust and blood, the pervading reek of death defiling the pristine shine of the SHIELD office. Bucky sits with his legs sprawled open, Steve with one ankle balanced on the opposite knee.

Both are smirking.

“Are we though?” Steve shrugs, eyes wide. “If you’re not gonna do your job, someone has to pick up the slack. Like always.”

Nick grinds his teeth so hard they nearly crack. He sees red.

“That’s it, you cocky sonofabitch. We’re done with this. Effective immediately, you’re relieved of your duties. Both of you.”

Steve tips his head back and laughs, an inhuman sound. Nick feels his gut twist.

“Really? Buck did you hear that? We’re ‘relieved’ of our duties. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds like a fucking relief,” Bucky drawls. He picks at his fingernail, scraping dried blood from beneath and flicking it away. Tilting his head, he looks up at Fury with a poisonous smile. “But I dunno, the thing is Director, we’re pretty happy with our jobs. Pays the bills and gives us something to do, so I don’t think we’ll accept your offer. Another day, maybe. That sound good Stevie?”

“Sounds great, Buck.”

At a loss for words, Nick stares. Over the decades, he’s encountered some genuinely fucked up people, a common currency in this line of business, but this? This right here? This is a whole other level. Every hint of remorse, every bit of humanity, every last fragment of goodness is gone. Disappeared. Nothing more than ashes in the wind.

It is a bleak world, when superheroes become the monsters they hunt.

Steeling himself, Nick presses his fists into the desk to hide the shaking tremor of nerves.

“One last warning Rogers. Turn in your weapons and go home. Stand down, or I will make you.”

“Oh please,” Steve sneers, delight in his voice, “give it your best shot. I can’t wait to see how that goes.”

Smoothly simultaneous, they stand. The sound of raucous laughter follows them through the door and into the hallway, before abruptly ending as the heavy wood slams shut. Wide-eyed, Nick sinks slowly into his creaking leather chair.

The skin along the back of his neck tingles.

“Motherfucker,” he whispers.

*****

Standing at the edge of the dark lake, gentle ripples slide along the edges of cracked ice. It grows so fast now, stretching frozen fingers to claim the sheet of blue. Like a parasite, hardening the shoreline, freezing the world to stone.

The wicked irony of the metaphor is not lost.

Staring at the mobile phone clenched tight in your icy fingers, you turn it on for the first time in weeks and the screen lights up with a sea of notifications, red blips and blinking green lights, texts, emails, voicemails. Indicators of an increasingly desperate world beyond the confines of your comfortable bubble. Scrolling through, the names are an endless loop and your heart plummets.

Natasha, Sam, Tony. Nick Fury.

While Steve and Bucky have said nothing, the question itched at your brain. Upon each return, you begged them to tell you: what happened, how were they feeling, what did they see, was anything changing? And over and over, they answered with bashful shrugs and dashing smiles, fervent kisses pressed to your lips as they murmured the same response.

Nothing changed. Everything is good, we feel fine.

Nausea rises, thick and sour. Why did you ever let yourself believe them?

Before, they agonized over morality, what was right, the cost of their decisions. But now? The evidence of their lies glare up in black and white. Thumbing through, you see the increasing alarm in every message, descriptions of all they’ve done. Bombs, gunshots, torture. Blatant disregard for lives, for their team, for anything and anyone other than themselves.

Any semblance of humanity whittled away to nothing. Shattered by a desperate wish and a bargaining dance with a red-eyed demon.

Fuck.

Finger hovering over the latest message from Natasha, you brace yourself and click it open. The words jumble together, swimming black letters.

Nat: Dean Winchester. 785-555-0128. Call him. Please.

Eyes shut, you tip your face up to the sky, sucking in a lungful of sharp air.

For all the darkness circling their souls, the truth is, it remains pure and clear when it comes to their love for you. Bright smiles in the morning, rich laughter teasing through the day, sweet caresses in the night. The unconventionally beautiful relationship among the three of you created remains flawless.

Just as the demon promised.

Selfishly, you want that to be enough - if only it could be - but no. Some wrongs need to be righted, and this tragedy now rests squarely in your hands. Maybe you can save them. Maybe.

And if you can’t?

Heart hammering wildly in your chest, you punch the number, lift the phone to your ear and wait. It rings for so long, you nearly give up, until a gruff voice finally answers.

“Hello?”

*****

End

*****

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India Vs. World Farm Mechanization and Technology

Indian agriculture is experiencing a quick change with expanded automation and the presentation of new agriculture innovations. When compared with nations like the USA, Canada, Brazil, France, Germany, Italy, Australia, Russia, South Korea, Japan, and China, be that as it may, we despite everything have an extensive approach in accomplishing food security through ranch mechanization. As per a report by the Indian Council of Food and Agriculture.

(http://icfa.org.in/resources/doc/reports/RTC_Farm_Mechanization.pdf), just 40% to 45% of Indian agriculture has been automated. Contrast this with mechanization rates in different nations – 95% of US farming, 90% of Australian agriculture, 99% of Japanese agriculture, 97% of South Korean farming, 75% of Brazilian agriculture, and 91% of Chinese agriculture. It should be noted, in any case, that these mechanization rates can shift as per various harvests. Cultivating for certain yields –, for example, rice, for example – is profoundly automated while cultivating for different harvests –, for example, cotton – might be nearly less mechanization. There can likewise be a distinction in mechanization rates for crop planting and yield reaping exercises.

All things considered, the high agricultural creation in these nations unmistakably exhibits the verifiable connection between the utilization of automated farm executes and a higher crop. In the event that India is to keep up in the worldwide food creation stakes and satisfy the needs of her own developing populace, a more profound mechanical entrance is basic. This can be supported with ideal government motivating forces, ecologically practical approaches, and an expanded creation of ranch apparatus by Indian farm gear makers.

India Vs. World

Other than the conspicuous contrasts in the atmosphere, crop species, and land sizes, there is a disparity difference between the utilization of farm apparatus in nations like the USA, Canada, Germany, France, Italy, Russia, South Korea, Japan, China, and Australia, and the remainder of the world. In numerous Asian and African nations – and this incorporates India, regardless of our present advancement – a great part of the farm work is as yet manual and provided by men, ladies, youngsters, and menial worker animals. This influences general profitability and proficiency and it is one of the main reasons why the Indian agricultural segment lags behind as far as agricultural output.

There is no doubt that utilizing various sorts of farm apparatus like tractors, harrows, turners, rotavators, consolidates, seed drills, harvesters, cultivators, sprayers, and irrigation system pumps would eliminate time and exertion, and redirect the work of farm laborers to other important yet less difficult farm chores. It would likewise resolve the developing issue of the work lack in rural territories. While 56.6 (http://censusindia.gov.in/Census_And_You/economic_activity.aspx) of the Indian populace is occupied with horticultural exercises – rather than 2.5% of the populace in the USA, 1.3% in the UK, 1.4% in Germany, 2.8% in France, 1.2% in the Netherlands, 4% in Italy, 3.6% in Australia, 5.3% in Argentina, 9.4% in Brazil, 9.4% in Russia, 27.7% in China, 2.9% in Japan, 11% in Malaysia, 32% in Indonesia, and 42.7% in Bangladesh – quick urban turn of events, development of other modern divisions, and government plans, for example, the Mahatma Gandhi Rural Employment Guaranteed Annual Work Scheme has opened up increasingly rewarding openings for work for the provincial youth and has prompted a consistent migration from country territories to urban regions.

There has been a climb in farm compensation so as to hold work, however, the occasional idea of farming work, just as the drudgery in question and an impression of the work as low status, are extra reasons that cause individuals to settle on other accessible business ways. The rural to urban relocation has likewise been influenced by an expanded utilization of manufacturing plant created devices instead of craftsman made devices. As indicated by the Indian Journal of Agricultural Economics, movement from rustic zones to urban zones has been happening at the pace of 3.15 percent every year and it is normal that by 2020, 35 percent of India's population will be living in urban territories.

The Indian Economic Survey of 2017-2018 appraisals that agrarian work will diminish by 25.7 percent by 2050. This will unfavorably influence work-intensive crop, for example, wheat, rice, sugarcane, groundnuts, and cotton.

With agricultural mechanization, just a couple of farm laborers would be expected to achieve a bigger measure of work. It would improve cultivating productivity, cut down on the reap and post-gather misfortunes, and produce a higher and better nature of crop yield. Whenever applied wisely, farm mechanization and innovation could likewise help with maintainable farming rehearses.

Farm Mechanization in India and Other Countries

Farm mechanization in India must be adjusted and changed in accordance with suit explicit regional conditions and necessities and must be associated with the more extensive rural approaches and the social and social structure of the Indian cultivating network. Applying such procedures to cultivating in Bangladesh and Indonesia has just exhibited positive outcomes. As per Bangladesh's Farm Machinery and Postharvest Process Engineering Division, farm motorization made it workable for the nation to raise the yearly agrarian yield from 11 million tons (1971) to 30 million tons (2007). Utilizing agricultural innovation, Indonesia is pushing towards independence in rice creation. The Indonesian government reported a national rice creation of 79 million tons in 2016, and increasingly across the board agricultural mechanization will permit them to put 200,000 hectares of extra farmland under rice development.

In contrast to the broad farmlands in the USA (444 acres average), Canada (820 acres average), Russia (10,000 acres average for corporate farms), and the European Union (620 acres average for bigger farms), and separated from some huge farm in Punjab, Haryana, Maharashtra and some different states, the normal land sizes of Indian farm are just around five to seven sections of land. This utilizes huge farm apparatus illogical and even outlandish now and again. A larger part of these little farmers are from financially ruined foundations and can't bear the cost of the extremely high buy and upkeep costs of the farm apparatus.

While the Indian government offers 25 percent to 50 percent sponsorships for purchasing the apparatus under the Sub-strategic Agricultural Mechanization (SMAM) plan of the National Mission on Agricultural Extension and Technology (NMAET) plan, a large number of the minor farmers would even now need to take out credits for the buy, and a considerable lot of them are probably going to be discovered ineligible for the advances since they can't outfit the insurance that most money related organizations require to embrace the advance hazard.

A potential answer for this would be the utilization of littler and nearly more affordable homestead apparatus, for example, power turners. Farmers can shape co-agents to purchase or recruit the farm actualizes and hardware and they can share these case by case for plowing, gathering, and post-collect activities. Under the SMAM plot, the Indian government is building up custom employing focuses in rural regions and offering impetuses to Indian business visionaries to do likewise. Research and development focus and Indian agricultural equipment producers are additionally being urged to think of increasingly imaginative farm advances to suit Indian conditions.

Somewhat, European nations like Germany, France, and Italy face comparable issues as India does with regards to contracting farm measures also decrease in the general number of homesteads. In 1900, European farmers framed half of the population and by 1950, their numbers had tumbled to 30%. Fast urbanization is one reason for this. More youthful individuals incline toward the draws of the urban areas and maturing ranchers, with nobody to take over after them, may auction their agricultural land, either to another farmer, to a rural organization, or to a non-rural substance. The circumstance in the USA, Canada, Russia, and Australia isn't a lot of various. The Canadian and the Russian governments are offering different motivating forces for their residents to take up cultivating; in Russia, this incorporates free land for cultivating. They've additionally made their ways for horticultural migrants. Australia, as of late, has become a famous goal with Indian farmers, especially from Punjab; they sell their couple of sections of land in Punjab for 4 or 5 crores and use some portion of that cash to purchase a few thousand sections of land of agricultural land in Australia.

Movement isn't altogether an answer however, as working farmers keep on wrestling with an expanding absence of talented and experienced specialists. Most European farms are profoundly motorized, thanks to a limited extent to the budgetary help and sponsorships from the EU's Common Agricultural Policy, and agricultural machinery producers regularly refer to the presentation of the SMART farm apparatus as a practical answer for the issue of farm work lack. Be that as it may, over the long haul, the decrease in the homestead numbers means a diminished client base for ranch hardware, SMART, or something else.

In 2005, the EU corrected its agricultural machinery industry strategy to class tractors as cars and applied guidelines that neglect to consider the farm apparatus segment's particular specialized gauges and market requests. These guidelines may likewise be incompletely answerable for the general decrease in tractor deals in Europe.

In Germany, tractor deals fell from 100,000 out of 1951 to 34,611 of every 2013, and in Italy, tractor deals dropped from 42,000 out of 1987 to 12, 186 out of 2016. The farming business sector stayed down in 2016 in the UK, the Netherlands, and Belgium, while Spain, Austria, and Denmark demonstrated shockingly in good spirits results. The European agricultural market seemed to balance out in 2017 and a few examiners anticipate an upward swing in 2018, in spite of the fact that CEMA financial specialists keep on prompting alert.

 For the agricultural machinery industry, this spells a requirement for higher interest in promoting and appropriation to arrive at the contracting client base. There will likewise be an expanded rivalry between the different tractor brands, for example, John Deere, AGCO, ARGO, Kubota, CLASS, and CNHi for a lot of the restricted market.

Indian Farm Technologies and Sustainable Farming

Indian agriculture is reliant generally on the Monsoon downpours. A progressively boundless utilization of water system innovations like dribble water system framework and water gathering could diminish this reliance. It should be noticed that these aren't actually 'new' advances for Indian farmers. They are just present-day renditions of the bamboo pipe, stone channels and tanks, and other water system frameworks that have been generally utilized in Indian agriculture.

India, it should be remembered, has a long history of agriculture and it was just unavoidable that Indian farmers thought of methods to manage the continuous floods and dry spell that happened throughout the hundreds of years; their endurance relied upon such advancement. These water protection procedures discover notice in Vedic writing, in Chanakya's Arthashastra, and different other Indian memorable and scholarly messages, and are bolstered by proof discovered during archeological excavations and by existing structures. Numerous conventional advance wells, water supplies, tanks, underground water pits, check dams, trenches, and embanked directs are as yet being used and are as effective now as they were in ancient times.

The Jaintia farmers of Meghalaya and the Adi farmers of Arunachal Pradesh have since a long time ago utilized bamboos to fabricate a system of water channels to set up drip irrigation system frameworks to irrigate areca nut, betel vines, dark pepper, and other manor crops. Since bamboo is accessible all over India, there is no motivation behind why this training can't be adjusted and actualized on a more extensive premise all through the nation.

Bench terrace irrigation system is another basic practice used to flood patio farmlands in uneven territories. This includes tapping common streams and directing the water with the goal that it streams persistently from the upper to the lower patios. Stone dividers are set up to forestall soil disintegration and hold run-off water to flood the fields.

The Indian government has likewise been empowering such customary practices as they are feasible and environment-friendly.

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