August 29, 2005
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ugust 29, 2005.
Eighteen years.
A lot of time has passed, things have changed, people are lost.
Today is the eighteenth year after life in New Orleans was forever changed when Hurricane Katrina made landfall in Buras, Louisiana, spun to the left and hit New Orleans with a glancing blow. If it had hit head on, the city likely wouldn’t exist today.
Evacuation came a little late, we left on…
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cheapest houses in del sol valley don't even look that bad... ft. these apartments by @beansbuilds
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Uh, this might be my own personal desire for Audrey to be slightly less awful than canon (in part so she can’t be fully blamed for Chloe’s actions the way ML writers tried to), but was Audrey actually feeling bad for Zoe when she cried? I know it might be more of a general discomfort with vulnerability and sadness, but to me it felt like maybe Audrey does care that she made her kid so distressed, even as an akuma.
You are not hallucinating. She felt kinda bad that Zoe was crying. This is an SL exclusive.
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Showing stock market tickets of boycotted companies and then celebrating a random 2-3% drop in value as a marker of a successful boycott is one of those things that online activists regularly do that rly just undermine their position of authoritativeness among anyone who's looked at the stock market more than twice
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The hunting grounds of hircine
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The s'more sisters are officially my favorite of your ocs, sorry to the well designed angel brothers with great lore and equally great jokes about them, these filths got my heart now
s'more sisters figured out how to survive hell they are thriving!!!!
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i hate how commodity and capitalism has ruined so much storytelling . i hate how sequels and prequels and whatever else all ring like merch sales; i hate that i as an author have to include any social media following i have as a marketable trait; i hate that everything feels like a xerox of a copy of a dream of a memory.
i hate that my nostalgia has been turned into profit. i hate that companies fear consumer backlash so no real commentary may be made; i hate that companies care more about quantity over quality. i hate that so many artists and creators are being overworked to the point of complete collapse rather than being allowed to tell the story their way. i hate that every point of representation has to be fought for. i hate it i want us all to go back to living in a cave .
when you sit with friends over a bonfire and the night is getting long and people start telling this slow, almost hypnotic story - in this quiet voice, like they don't expect you to listen while they say the most fucked up shit you've ever heard - that is storytelling. who cares if the punchline is car hand hook door. storytelling has always been about community, about us all sitting in the dark, choosing to fill the silence while the last embers are dying. we forgot that storytelling is spellwork. hallucinating together, our breaths held, waiting for the ending we already knew was coming.
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