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hoarder-of-dragons · 4 months
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Spaghetti or cauliflower tacos. Who will win?
Given that I never tasted cauliflower tacos...it would win solely based on my curiosity to try them
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wiisagi-maiingan · 2 years
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Absolutely fucking shameful that I can google "how to find tornado shelters" or "[location] storm shelters" and instead of getting lists of emergency shelters organized by local, state, and federal governments, I get. . . ads for companies to build family shelters.
I keep saying it, but the disaster preparation and response in the US is completely left up to individual families and it's horrifying. And when it comes to tornadoes, if you don't have a basement or other shelter, your government's recommendation is to basically tell you to pray instead of offering communal shelters. This hasn't changed even while tornadoes are getting worse and worse throughout all the country and especially the midwest.
"Have an emergency plan, with an evacuation kit and somewhere to take shelter." But WHERE are those shelters? And why are our governments not helping their communities prepare?
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slashmagpie · 4 months
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“Pearl? Why are you in my house?” 
Pearl blinks up at Bdubs from where she’s sandwiched between the wall and the waterstream, curled up on herself in the narrow space. “Somebody destroyed all the lights in my base and now it’s full of mobs,” she says bitterly.
“It wasn’t me!” Bdubs cries, raising his hands.
“Well, I didn’t think it was you, but the way you just said that’s making me think—”
“No! I’d never! I swear!”
“...I believe you,” she says after a moment, and Bdubs feels himself relax. “Can I stay with you tonight? I don’t really feel like…” She gestures in the direction of her house.
Bdubs nods. “Oh, sure, for sure,” he says. Then, “Should we invite Joel over? His house got blown up too.”
“Ah, yeah, probably. Good idea, Bdubs.” She fumbles in her pocket for her communicator, eventually fishing it out. The screen is cracked. Her fingers shake as they tap against the glass. 
“Are you okay there, Pearl? You look a little…” Bdubs forces his hands to tremble. 
She glances up at him, face scrunching in confusion, before she lets out a small laugh. “Just the adrenaline, y’know.” She grins. “I’m red. It’s great.” 
“If it was anyone else, I’d think they were being sarcastic. But with you! With you, I’m pretty sure you’re being serious!”
She giggles, hitting send on the message and shoving her communicator away. Bdubs doesn’t feel his own buzz; it must have been a whisper. “You know,” she says after a moment, “I’m a little surprised.”
Bdubs blinks. “Surprised about what?”
“That there’s still three of us.” 
He laughs. “Yeah, I’m a little surprised, too! I thought for sure Joel would die today. For sure.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that.”
“Oh, no, never. But between you and me… that guy’s kind of a loose canon!” 
She snorts. “Throwing stones from glass houses, there, Bdubs?”
“Surely I don’t know what you mean.”
“Mhm.” She pauses, eyes glancing down to where her fingers pick at a stray thread on her hoodie sleeve. “That’s kinda what I mean, though. Joel doesn’t live here, and you’re making friends with half the server, I’m surprised I’m not spending tonight alone.”
“Pearl…”
“What?” She snorts. “I know how these games go, Bdubs. People don’t stay loyal. Not for long, anyway.” She glances up at him, eyes half obscured by her hair. “People like Joel, people like you? I know how this ends.”
And Bdubs—
Well, he can’t pretend he doesn’t know what she means. Can’t pretend he doesn’t remember Impulse yelling as Bdubs’ arrow had found home in his throat. Can’t pretend he doesn’t remember Etho backing away when Bdubs had tried to get just a little too close. Can’t pretend he didn’t fight when he promised he’d run. Can’t pretend he hadn’t taken advantage of his broken home. 
…He can’t pretend he doesn’t remember telling Martyn about their plans, or planning to do harm to Etho. Can’t pretend he doesn’t cross his fingers behind his back every time he makes a promise, just in case.
But at the same time, he remembers—searching for Cleo in a castle she’d been too dead to return to, pushing Lizzie to her death for a life he’d never received, taking two hands in his own and vowing to face the end as four instead of two, for once, for once in his life, choosing three and being pulled apart because of it—
Bdubs lets out a breath. “Pearl, hey, no,” he says. “I told you, didn’t I? I’m your weapon.” He gets down to his knees, lowers his head before her, feels her gaze burn into the top of his head.
“Bit late for that,” she says. “I’m my own weapon now, mate. Don’t need you to attack for me anymore.”
“Well, no—but—” He looks up at her. “Pearl. I’m yours. I promise.”
“Right. And you’re Martyn and Etho’s too, huh? We can share.”
“I’m using Martyn!” he protests. “That’s—that’s all it is—I’m usin’ him because he’s the first red and he knows his stuff! And Etho—”
“I don’t mind about Etho,” Pearl interrupts. “Like I said, I know you guys have your little thing going on. I don’t care about that.”
“I set a trap in his base,” Bdubs blurts.
Pearl blinks at him. “Excuse me?”
“I set a trap in his base. Tripwire hook.” He grins. “Right outside the bedroom. I—I think I got Grian, in the end? But—could have been Etho. I coulda—could’ve been Etho.” He swallows.
“And you’d have been okay with that?” Pearl asks, smile gone from her face, expression suddenly very serious.
“I—after I set it, I went up to them. Had a chat. Lied the whole time. I coulda—coulda told him. I didn’t.” 
“And you’re okay with that?” she stresses.
She sounds dubious. Bdubs can’t blame her. He feels sick, swallowing back the bile that’s building in his throat.
“I—Pearl.”
“Bdubs?”
“I learned my lesson, Pearl. I learned—don’t put all your eggs in one basket! Because—because either they die, and then you get left alone, or—or it gets you killed, and you die. You gotta—I have two hands. I can be loyal to multiple people. But then I learned—when you do that? People aren’t loyal back. They don’t trust you anymore. Nobody else…” He laughs. “I feel like I’m the only one who can trust people like that anymore!”
“So…” She frowns. “So you’re making friends with everyone so you don’t get betrayed or left alone?”
“Exactly.” 
“And you know none of us are gonna trust you for doing that.”
He swallows again. “Yeah, I know.”
“And you’re doing it anyway?”
“Well, what else—what else am I supposed to do? I can’t… I can’t go back, Pearl. That’s… I can’t go back. You know how it is.”
“…Yeah,” she says quietly. “I’m—I want you to win, Bdubs,” she says. “Out of everyone—I want it to be you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So… You better not make me regret this.”
He blinks at her. “Regret what?”
She bows her head to him. “I’m your weapon,” she says, an echo of his earlier words. “And a bit more of a dangerous one at that.” Her smirk leaks back into her words as she glances up and winks at him. “So use me well, alright, Bdubs? I want you to win this.”
Bdubs’ heart is in his throat. He swallows it back down. It burns.
“I’ll do my best,” he promises. 
The door slams open, startling them both out of their skin.
“Hey guys—uh. What are you doing?”
“Oh, for—Judas Priest, Joel, learn to knock!”
“You invited me over! Or, Pearl did—hey Pearl.”
“Hey,” Pearl says. “Come on in! Sleepover at Bdubs’ time.”
“I can’t believe this is the last of our bases left standing. It’s, like, the worst one.”
“Hey!” 
“There’s no space in here!” To punctuate his statement, Joel slumps down against one wall, kicking Bdubs in the ribs as he does so. Bdubs grunts. “See?”
“It’s definitely not the most spacious…” Pearl acquiesces.
“Anyway. What were you guys doing before I came in?”
“Swearing loyalty,” Bdubs says. 
“Oh.” Joel blinks. “Do you need me to do that? Because I’m a Mounder for life. Loyal to the end.”
Bdubs and Pearl glance at each other.
“Somehow I actually believe him,” Bdubs stage-whispers, and Joel squawks in offence as Pearl barks out a laugh.
“No, I think you’re good,” she says. Leaning her head back against the wall, she says, “This is probably our final night.”
The three of them are quiet for a moment.
“Well,” says Joel. “We gotta make it to the end then, don’t we?”
He’s looking at Bdubs. They’re both looking at Bdubs. 
Bdubs nods.
“May the best Mounder win,” he says solemnly.
Joel grins.
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Catherine Morland would have absolutely loved Tumblr, liking and reblogging about a million gifsets and metas per day and constantly falling in love with yet another ship and fandom!
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to that anon I got about my last posts: if you're hurt that I'm talking about antisemitism on tumblr rather than the Israel/Palestine conflict itself then you're going to have to make your peace with a star wars blog not being an effective platform for activism.
This is the point I've been trying to hammer home perfectly illustrated. I deviated ever so slightly from what's allowed on the subject to say that I can't participate in this website's idea of 'raising awareness' (distributing real facts and misinfo alike without a care and being a bunch of fanatic Jew haters in the process) and that I don't think I'm able to critically and accurately examine every piece of news that gets passed around here, and you're taking this to assume I don't care. So no, I'm not going to spend my time trying to prove that I do care to that particular crowd.
You're upset with me for not treating this like I did fandom and assuming I value fictional characters more than real people because of it, but it's precisely because this is infinitely more important that I'm not going to be doing real people the disrespect of giving my two cents on their suffering and deaths on the same platform I did STAR WARS.
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feymarche · 1 year
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grant wilson in that room with willy actively ready to tear him to shreds the moment he gets the chance 4hgfjcdkxsz my little guy
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nannerism · 1 year
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Hello again!! Hello!! I come with another 3D model!
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I give you humanized (wait, no, humanoid!) Home! (and tiny Wally!) She has been very fun to work on, which is impressive, since I've been working on her for about 5 hours now! Yeesh!
And before you ask: Ronnie, home isn't a GIRL! Home uses He/They/It!!! (I think!) Why is it FEMININE? GRR!!!
To that I answer! I have my headcanons! It is silly to headcanon an estate as trans, but I am a firm believer in Transfem Home!! (or at least, fem presenting agender Home! Either works!)
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She also spins! Look at her go...
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icedmetaltea · 3 days
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The difference between those who let you leave without any guilt tripping and those who don't is staggering (ft: irl metal)
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youngpettyqueen · 9 months
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My parents don’t have tumblr (thank god) which means they think my way of describing Hawkeye is hilarious. So far their favourites are “he endears me the way a rain-soaked alley cat endears a tender-hearted middle-aged woman” and “he’s a feral raccoon of a man with grabby hands and I think he bites”
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bonefall · 9 months
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Forgor if I asked this. But a question about Millie's Radio Collar AU. Would something like an under the skin microchip be possible? Idk if they actually make those kind of tracking devices, but would a Clan cat notice something was in their scruff and have it taken out?
Microchips don't have GPS; they are a thing that is scanned when a cat is taken to a vet or shelter. You can't track an animal through an implant.
Or, certainly not in the 2000s when Millie was collared. I referenced the Sirtrack catalogue for the device she wears, the same product that was used for Meerkat Manor. It was absolutely top of the line at the time, that show couldn't have happened without the advancements put into that collar.
So... short answer is no. That's not how microchips work lmao
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capfalcon · 6 months
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it is so much easier to be a pacifist when you're not in any danger.
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tinydooms · 15 days
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I just sassed my mother so bad I made a teenager cringe, but in my defense she told me to take my cat back to the shelter and I'm standing my ground.
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faytears · 2 years
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no bc how fucked up is it that hunter grew up surrounded by adults that did not give a shit abt him and had no moral compasses...this is all speculation but i cant help but think how unsafe an environment that must be for a child to exist in.  w the exception of Team RED these r all extremely manipulative people that hunter watched constantly backstab each other (which clearly impacted the way he viewed friendships in general) that include the likes of terra snapdragon and adrian graye.  even when he attained a position of authority they did not respect him and probably saw him as just some nepotism baby.  like no wonder hunter latched on to belos if all the coven heads were outwardly just creeps w ulterior motives.  there was literally no other adult he was sure cared abt him besides his uncle and belos knew that and used it to his advantage
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fridayiminlovemp3 · 22 days
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i neeed to stop obsessively hating on people but like if it’s bad why does it feel so gooddddddddd 🤨🤨
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scribblersobia · 4 months
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A woman will go to jail -
1. If they don't have a male relative.
2. And, if they have a male relative and it not safe to be with them.
_ Taliban, Afghanistan.
Ps: They want to protect the unprotected women. From whom you are protecting women? Kill them, atleast they will be at a better place.
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yuridovewing · 11 days
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sorry i keep bringing up the leafstar victim blaming scenes, i know some of yall are probably sick of it but i keep coming back to it and being bewildered all over again. like i cannot stress this enough- THEY HAD LEAFSTAR SCREAM AT AND VICTIM BLAME AN ABUSED PREGNANT LADY. THEY HAD HER SENT HER AWAY TO BE HOMELESS. THEY THEN HAD HER WANT TO PHYSICALLY ASSAULT HER FAMILY FOR BEING LIKE “hey we dont want her to have zero support actually??” AND. WE. WERE. SUPPOSED. TO. BE. ON. LEAFSTAR’S. SIDE.
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