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gemstarstarlight · 10 days

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IDK if you've seen Crown of Candy yet, but it's treatment of Not-Christianity is much better even if ultimately still negatively-oriented. It's more centered around the historical institution with Not-God being more of a force than a sapient being, and the pagan representation turns out to be sinister so it's consistent in not endorsing any strain of divinity in particular. Ravening War likewise does some interesting stuff with church-drama that doesn't cast genuine faith in a bad light.

I have watched both of those and I agree with you! It’s definitely a bit better because of all of that. It’s also more my genre anyway, which made it more fun.

It’s so tricky because there’s truth in both Comida and Fantasy High’s depiction of religion. I’ve met the Bobby Dawns and read up on the Belisabeth Brassicas. I understand that God can feel distant, like a force and nothing more. I am so angry and grieved at the damage the church has done to people. Any time there is a grasp for power or a putting down of others or another goddamned cult I want to just cry because this isn’t what it’s supposed to be and it’s horrible to just watch. Also I do believe that as much as possible there shouldn’t be an endorsement of one religion over another in entertainment, so not endorsing any particular religion in Dimension 20 is good.

But I feel such a connection with characters like Sir Morris Brie. Because I’m a Bible-believing Bulbian. I’ve studied my god and I’ve also met him. And he’s not like Helio at all. He loves me. Has always loved me. Has always wanted what was best for me. Has grieved with me when I’ve lost everything in little ways over and over again. Has been my father and friend when I haven’t been able to trust one and didn’t know how to have the other. And I’ve been able to trust the Bible over and over again even if I haven’t always agreed or understood.

And it’s just never represented. D&D has always felt like the closest thing to representation for me, as a Bible-believing queer person. And Dimension 20 (again, understandably, it sounds like Ally’s experience was awful and part of healing has been leaving) rarely if ever portrays someone with genuine faith in a Christian-esque god. Or if they do, it’s portrayed as toxic or ill-informed. And that sucks, frankly.

I get it, I truly do. No one gets more irritated than I do at bigoted ignorant Christians and I will fully doxx myself by saying I have been to the American South and I would NEVER live there willingly because of the culture.

But I tend to listen to the more neutral Dimension 20 campaigns. It took me so long to try A Crown of Candy. Because I don’t just respect my religion; I love my God. And I hate to see the slander, especially because some of it is true and even more especially because some of it is not.

#thanks for the ask op sorry for the vent #maybe that wasn’t what you were expecting but it did make me think #tbh a big part of biting the bullet was realizing some of the best D&D play comes from ACOC #yes I keep watching clips of fhjy every time there’s a cool game mechanic thing done #yes I cackled and said “got him” along with Lou when Zac did Mindless Rage and Brennan realized he was got good #and I may have actually watched the latest episode because it’s all high level combat and I’d like to get better as a player myself #and because watching it fucking rules #but at the end of the day #I wish Christians weren’t afraid to create content that explores their own religion more #(in a narrative way rather than a teaching way)#and I wish non-Christians could see more of the good of the God I know #christianity #dimension 20

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enqmind · 13 days

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I'm kinda losing steam, so have the first part of this. (Also, I've been working on this for over a month. I need some encouragement T-T)

The Once and Future Queen

Pre-Raphaelite!Konig/female model(?)!reader, 2.9k words

Warnings: (Likely) Historical innaccuracies, pretension, Dante Gabriel Rosetti slander (aka: accurately describing what he did), TF141 are here with bells on.

Reader notes: Light enough to be easily lifted by Soap, has a family, lives somewhere in England, working class, Victorian.

Part I: Walpurgia's Night

König was not a poet.

Neither in his native German, nor this bizarre tongue that felt like speaking three at once.

He was a man of few words, it only made sense to him that those words be simple and straight to the point. This attitude only made his fellows in the Brotherhood look upon him with rather some disdain.

With this he was fine, he wasn’t there to mince pretty words and use them to entice young women to fulfil his whims and stroke his ego.

The whole concept of poetry was a rather strange one to him to begin with. It seemed too prone to misrepresentations to his mind.

After all, one could not scream a painting of a lover’s embrace, or softly whisper a woodcut of a bloody battle. A bold statue of a conquering hero could not be turned dreadful by a tone of voice or a stuttering delivery.

No matter how honest the poet, the reader could turn their words to lie in another voice. Be that spoken aloud or just within their own mind.

It was a folly, he would say if asked. In a particularly thunderous mood he would claim it made men mad. Drove their confidence into levels that tipped straight over the precipice of insanity. That otherwise merely passionate men were made Narcissus with the products of their souls. Or worse, made monsters.

He had stood there, at the side of a young, lost, woman’s grave. The earth there turned fresh despite her being buried there years ago.

Simple folly then seemed like madness, and his work thus changed.

The word of the Bard became ash in his mouth.

Smitten Juliets, sweet Cordelias and even poor Ophelias losing their glitter and shine. Becoming naught but shadows flickering at the limbus of his sight.

Never honest. Never real.

Thusly, he became a Nazarene.

Vicious Judiths, loyal Ruths and penitent Marys Magdalene became his bread and butter.

Until he recalled that these too were written in verse, and so the word of the Lord became as cinders.

An unguided man, he wandered this foreign land as lost and adrift as the island itself.

Perhaps it was a misunderstanding that brought him to this festival, but he was loathe to confess that he had wished to become drunk upon this Ale as he considered matters French, Roman and British for his work.

It was here he saw them, on the day of Pentecost that these English did call Whitsun.

In this place to the North, far from capitals both ancient and modern.

This dying breed, these men of Morris. Dancing with their bells and handkerchiefs and swords never meant for battle.

It captivated König.

Here was legend, myth and mimesis.

Representation of ancient truths without the lies of verse, except only —perhaps— to gild the lily.

He took his sketches of the five.

The leader with his distinctive hat and fashionable beard.

The man dressed in rich colours and shine, like a jewelled beetle.

The one with the swarthy skin and bearing of a grand thespian.

The fellow with the piercing eyes and head shaved like warriors from the far side of the ocean.

The largest of them, covered in darkness with a skull blacked upon his face.

The One Four One, the side was called.

The crowd laughed and clapped and cheered along to each of the dances, enraptured by this tradition that was petering out to its end.

How it was worth the scorn that König had heard his cosmopolitan brothers heap upon it, he did not know. To him, these men were like warriors without a battle to fight.

König was a draughtsman and a painter, so he drew and he painted.

Captured the likeness of these men and their dance. Portraits of them in their mismatched gear titled with their odd nicknames, no sillier than his own.

It kept him busy, back in his studio engulfed in smog and soot. Now become home as well, for Morris men were far from fashionable amongst his former patrons.

The Earth had nearly completed her circuit ‘round the blazing Sun when he received a letter from the man that the side called captain.

They were planning to travel to a new village for the next Whitsun, and König was welcome to meet them there. Price would arrive first, then Soap and Ghost, and trailing along would be Gaz and Roach

He was rather confused that the invitation requested he join them in late April, as Whitsun would not be for weeks to come.

He said as much when he accepted their kind invitation, expressing that he would be honoured to join them.

A simple note was the only response he received as he packed up his meagre home .

‘The crowning of the May Queen must be honoured.’

Another of these strange island customs.

He pictured an austere woman in the fullness of life, tall for her sex and as imposing as Demeter while she ruled the growing season.

König sketched such things as he travelled by train and then coach and then buggy to a new village.

Was this queen special? he wondered. The ur-queen of life and growth, perhaps. So important that the near last of the Morris must attend her coronation.

He near vibrated with intrigue at the thought.

Here would be true magic and mystery, unsullied by the madness of verse.

Price met him at the village’s inn, on the day of his arrival, buying him a drink and then a plate of food after passing his gaze up and down the near starving artist.

He muttered something under his breath about brotherhood, it dripped with such disdain that König did fear it might land in his ale.

After, Price perked up.

“You’ll enjoy this,” he promised.

Any wondering König might have done about how they would fill the time until May Day was quashed by the villagers. After all, surely a large man like him was there to help.

He had no heart to say no, and was press ganged into helping them.

On the third day, his job was to help erect a pole festooned with ribbons.

This was where Soap and Ghost found him. One large man became two, their third securing the pole so well that naught but the mightiest gale could bring it down.

After each day of hard work the villagers fed and watered them well. Women presenting them with stews and puddings, men with bread and ale, the children with wild berries and juices.

The three men of the side ate well, reminding König to as well when he became too absorbed in his sketching of the day’s events.

On one occasion, Ghost and Price caught him by the arms, Soap taking his papers and charcoal, refusing to return them until he cleared his plate.

He almost snarled, but the gnawing pain that had settled into his gut asserted itself and cut him off.

Soap laughed and he and his comrades watched, quietly pleased as König ate.

He was not a Morris man, but he felt like one in the waning days of the month. Working, feasting and resting together.

He wondered if this would last, if he was merely an understudy for their absent members. Standing in their spot, keeping their mark ready until they could arrive.

This uncertainty lasted until the twilight of Walpurgia’s night, the last sunset before the queen was crowned, when the quintuplet once again became whole.

Pulled along like the sea, König followed the moon of the three to the place where buggies made their stop.

He sat on the bench and kept watch for them as they passed the time with practice. It was difficult for him to maintain his vigil, fascinated by how they danced as though nothing were missing at all. The glint of their blades and shadows of Roach and Gaz danced as much as they did in the golden hour.

Only the distant sound of horses kept him from putting the image to paper.

Hoofbeats blended with the stomp of the rappers into one melodious tune.

König watched as two figures leapt from the buggy, running at full pelt down the road. The sound of their steps and laughter joined the steady rhythm until they slipped into the dance, replacing shadows like they were always there.

It was as the buggy drew to a halt that he realised that there was no absence for him to fill.

A woman’s laugh rose from the buggy, drawing five wide smiles and a curious look.

Gilded by the setting sun, she stood above them all —even Ghost and König — glorious like a queen.

This must be her, the monarch of May. Surely she was who the One Four One came to honour, bringing with them a foreign pretence of a king to make record of the ceremony.

She was not Demeter, far too soft and kind as Soap lifted her by the waist from the buggy, dancing them into a spin before setting her to the ground.

Immediately she was surrounded and towered over, the side as her court and her court at her side.

“And so the summer queen arrives,” Price greeted, laughter in his voice as he doffed his hat into a deep bow.

It was a wry grin she shot back, curtseying low.

“Of course Captain, this is not an occasion that one could afford to miss.”

She turned her eyes to König, lit ablaze as the stars crept out to shine.

“And who might this be?” she asked, looking him up and down as one might a castle.

“A sixth for a five man band? Why, was including Ghost not challenge enough?”

The man himself huffed.

“Her majesty jests,” Soap declared with a conspiratorial grin. “T’was no issue with Ghost at all. Excepting, of course, his demeanour.”

That earned the Scot a cuff around the head that hurt not at all, if his wide smile bore fair witness.

Price beckoned König over.

“To honour the occasion, we invited a titled man to oversee proceedings. A majesty in his own right.”

A hand fell on his shoulder.

“A delight, my queen, to present to you a king; König.”

Those eyes flew wide, and pretty lips parted in a gasp, before she curtseyed low again..

“Nothing but a pleasure, I’m sure,” she smiled, so beautiful that it made his hands twitch. “To meet you is like a gift from above.”

She wore admiration on her face like another lady might wear powder and rouge.

“You know my work,” he realised.

“Yes. I had the pleasure of seeing it as I attended my lady during a trip to the city.”

The smile she wore was enchanting, almost enough that he didn’t parse what she said. Almost.

“Your lady?”

“Away from here I’m a mere lady’s maid.”

“A poet,” Gaz corrected, “one who pays for room and board by masquerading as a maid.”

She gave him a look that seemed to sigh ‘not you too’.

König’s heart fell to his feet.

“Not much of one,” she murmured, looking up at him, embarrassed.

“Tosh.”

Ghost’s simple comment brought a smile back to the queen’s face. She tugged his shirt to draw him down for a kiss on the cheek.

König watched them. He wondered how much of the platonic nature of her affection was pure falsehood. How deep could the lies of verse go?

Price’s hand fell again onto his shoulder, the look in the man’s eyes somehow both concerned and warning in the same expression.

“We’ll get your bags to your Mam’s and then circle back to the pub, hmm?” he said to her, hand tightening on the painter’s shoulder.

König found himself almost frogmarched into helping as the others, including their queen, unloaded the buggy of bags and cases.

“Later,” was the captain’s quiet warning.

The Morris men and their queen conversed with bright smiles and open laughter.

Even the taciturn spectre was light. He shared a story with the newcomers of how one girl (soft and kind with a sweet, dark, face) commandeered he and König to help her pick some upstart elderflowers. She’d sat on Ghost’s shoulders to reach blooms to pluck alongside König. A little princess who crowned them both in flowers and thanks.

Gaz puffed up in pride when König called her a braves Mädchen.

“Just wait until tomorrow. You’ll see her be really brave.”

To a man, the One Four One nodded in agreement.

“I just hope I can do her justice,” the queen sighed.

Roach patted her on the back with a reassuring grin. The silent conversation between them enough to draw her shoulders back.

“You’re right. Just… one more pass?”

He laughed, it running through the group like a plague. Affecting even König through his veil of misery.

He didn’t speak much, even as they made their efforts to include him in the conversation as though nothing were amiss. To them, he supposed, there was not.

He was no fool. He was aware that to educated and uneducated men alike, his aversion to poetry was bizarre.

The expression colouring Price’s countenance told him as much when the queen went into her family home to put away her bag and be smothered in love.

König told him that he could not stand that which would disturb the grave of a young woman as she slept eternal.

He had expected confusion, perhaps more scorn, but instead he was given sympathy.

Soap put his hand on König’s arm.

A frisson of disgust ran through the side.

“We heard about that,” Price rumbled, “foul business.”

“Were you friends?” A question asked by all, but spoken by Gaz.

He threw his thoughts back to her gentle face and broken soul. They spoke as infrequently as they met. Even as she sat for him, but those silences were amicable. Amicable.

“Ja.”

Delusion as it may be, she and he were kindred spirits. This he knew in his heart.

“I get how you feel,” Soap commiserated, “that guy’s a cunt.”

It began slowly and then came out of his like a torrent. Chuckle into raucous laughter.

How direct. How clear. How unpoetic.

It was like a veil had been lifted.

The defiler wasn’t a tortured poet, a grieving husband, Alighieri descending into hell.

“He is a cunt,” König stated. “Ja. Only a cunt would do that.”

The hand on his arm turned into an encouraging clap.

“There you go. He’s a cunt. You gonna let a cunt like that ruin something for you?”

That was wha he’d been allowing, wasn’t it?”

“No. Not anymore.”

“Good man.”

They were swiftly joined by the queen and her family, familiar from about the village.

The queen mother made shooing motions at them.

“Get a shift on lads,. They won’t light the bonfire without the guest of honour!”

The side gave their greetings and the group headed onward.

The queen’s family was a curious bunch, asking questions about what everyone had been up to on their travels and an inordinate amount about König.

“So… I hear you’re a painter,” her father had begun.

“Ja. We’ve already had this conversation.”

“... Right. I just didn’t know you were that painter…”

The man awkwardly moved into interrogating Gaz with his wife.

Odd fellow, but not unlikable.

It was not an unpleasant walk, König found himself rather enjoying it. Somehow folded into another band without meaning to.

He stole glances at the queen as they went, the dark shadow washed away. His heart was for from repaired, but now he no longer needed to second guess her quite so much.

She fidgeted while he looked at her. Dutifully, he averted his gaze as he noticed each time.

No wonder she was the guest of honour; even in dusty travelling clothes she was wonderful.

He wondered if she would be willing to sit for him.

Soon enough they reached the inn.

The bonfire was small and rather hastily made. He didn’t doubt that they built much more impressive ones to burn traitors in effigy.

Gaz and Roach were hurried off to place their bags in the side’s room as the innkeeper strode up to the party.

“Ah, good. You’re here!”

König could have sworn his heart stopped when the man put a hand on his back.

“Light the bonfire so we can ward off the witches, then.”

He looked at the innkeeper, nonplussed.

The hand patted.

“Happy wall purge is knack, König,” the man grinned up at him. He looked so proud.

König nodded, a small smile playing on his own lips.

“Frohe Walpurgisnacht.”

He was handed a flaming torch and the gathered village folk cheered as the pile caught flame.

“From now on, we’ll know our May Queens will be safe from witches!” the innkeeper called to further cheers.

It was a strange feeling being the centre of attention like this, but it didn’t feel so unnatural as it should. Explaining the traditions of Walpurgisnacht to the queen and other curious souls wasn’t as harrowing as he’d have expected if told he’d be required to do so when he had arrived.

He expressed as much to Price as the bonfire died down and the side bade the queen and her family good night.

The captain shrugged and slapped him on the back.

“Sleep, it’s a big day tomorrow.”

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #konig x reader #cod fic

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 1 year

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Could we get some headcannons with an (female) Alien farmer x Maru? For a girl who loves space so much I can’t imagine how she’d react to a real extraterrestrial

Maru x Fem Alien Farmer

You can change the pronouns for this as you wish. I tried to keep it so it can still be read as gender-neutral if you so wish. But yeah, it'd be interesting to see how she would react.

I'm setting this in a world where aliens come in peace from far across the galaxy. They are looking for a new home as their own planet is succumbing to the expanding sun that will soon swallow their planet whole. Luckily, Earth happens to be just the place.

So yeah, aliens are a new thing to Earth, and Maru is so excited to hear one will be coming to Pelican Town. She can barely sleep and spends all her time researching this newly arrived alien race to see what they are like. She wants to make this new resident as comfortable as possible.

She spends a lot of time ranting to Penny and Leah about it. Demetrius, too. He's more interested in the biology of your alien species, while Maru wants to know everything about the culture.

"I wonder what she's like!", "I hope we can make her feel welcome here."

Once you arrive in town Maru is the first to greet you. She comes with Robin to help you unpack your belongings, and although she tries to not act too forward, she can't help but ask you what all this stuff you've brought with you is for. She's fascinated.

"Sorry, but what does this do?", "That's incredible!"

Over time, you two develop a relationship. You two bounce back ideas and information on your home planets and share the theories your kind had on the other's. Maru also protects you from the... Racism? Xenophobia? Extraterrestrial-phobia? I don't know what to call it. General dickheadery, we'll go with.

Yeah, we all know who it is. Pierre Morris! Morris tries to make you feel welcomed, and even goes to the length of personally visiting your house to say hello (quite the surprise, given what you've heard). But it's clear he just wants your money. Depending on how naive you are, you almost give it to him. But that offer get shaken away when he starts acting odd.

It's very obvious he has little respect for you. He fears you, for sure, but has no respect. You know if he was more powerful than you he would crush you like a bug. I'm sorry for this Morris slander Morris fans, but I'm tired and this is how I'm writing it. If it helps you feel better Pierre sucks too.

Back to the point, Maru steps in. She politely destroys the man's ego with her brilliant mind. I'd love to give you an example of dialogue, but unfortunately, I can't come up with something that witty. Point is, nobody's messing with you or Maru. And since she's so nice about it, it'd only make them look worse if they retaliated.

I'm gonna say it; Demetrius isn't happy about the relationship. Once it gets romantic, I mean. He doesn't like the idea of his daughter dating something like you (yes, he uses those words). He has absolute respect for you, sure, but it just irks him.

You don't care though. You do it anyway. It's a little awkward and there are quite the cultural barriers, but you make it work. Slowly, Demetrius starts to come around, but it takes time. In fact it takes time for the whole town. I mean, they only recently found out about this alien thing in the first place! They just need time to adjust.

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#ieatsmallorphansnamedtom #old ask #sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #sdv hcs #stardew valley hcs #sdv maru #stardew valley maru #sdv maru x reader #stardew valley maru x reader

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nitewrighter · 2 years

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Have you seen the stuff from DRCL? That's the Dracula manga adaptation where it all takes place at a boy's boarding school with Shin-ichi Sakamoto as the artist.

God reading the cast for the manga is such a journey.

"Boys' boarding school? You're really going to try to be MORE misogynist than Bram Stoker?"

"Oh good they kept Mina (the best character)"

"Lucy has some kind of... gender-fluid thing going on okay that's interesting..."

"Renfield has been gender-swapped to being a deranged nun--also a an interesting choice."

"Joe Suwa (John Seward) and Quincey Morris bully Mina---BOOO BOOOOOOOO SLANDER BOOOOOOOOO"

Wh-Where is Dracula. Is Lucy now Dracula.

AND THERE'S NO JONATHAN??? NO POOR MEOW MEOW???

Like I would say there's definitely inspirations from Dracula but it definitely strikes me as too many degrees removed to really be an adaptation of Dracula--like I do love the concept of Vampires as possessing both masculine and feminine power and that making them terrifying, but Quincey Morris being black and the worst bully smacks of classic manga racism to me.

Also like the art is gorgeous but I'm not really the biggest fan of mangas where a significant part of the plot is "This character is treated like shit and is miserable." Like I could never get into Hell Girl for that reason.

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cinisemperium · 9 months

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// As the person who 1) got Claw to start roleplaying, 2) is their best friend and writes with them constantly, and 3) introduced them to Madeline Miller & Song of Achilles, I think I know them better than you do, anon, and can say with confidence that they are a brilliant and capable writer who deserves far better than slander from some craven coward hiding behind anonymity on the internet.

You heard it here, folks. If Morri likes my writing, that's all I care about.

Ahhh Morri, you beautiful fucking soul. It's by and large because of you that I'm finally confident in my writing! You're always there to hype me up and I appreciate the fuck out of you.

To think this all started because I said I like to rizz up my ship partners LMAO

#( ooc || mun talks )#starsasunder

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Unnatural Law

We Must Protect Rich White Guys

Stephen Jay Morris

7/13/2023

In Al Gore’s 2006 documentary, “An Inconvenient Truth,” he presented factual evidence of an upcoming catastrophe: the climate crisis. Not only did he discuss the urgency of the impending situation, but he offered solutions to prevent it. Solutions such as lowering your carbon footprint and avoiding fossil fuel.

So, what did the oil companies do? They threatened their Republican representatives with ceasing donations to the G.O.P. unless they committed to run a campaign against Al Gore and his “Ecological Army.” Fox News attacked Gore by discrediting him with claims that he used tons of gallons of jet fuel to fly to his speaking engagements. You know? Labeled him a hypocrite. Also in CHUD fashion, they wealth-shamed him and aired aerial photos of his mansion.

You see, to take a left wing view of anything, you must be poor. After all, all leftists must take a vow of poverty, as do Catholic priests and nuns. Donkey shit! If you are going to slander somebody, try not using paralogical arguments.

At any rate, that is a major tactic they use—personal defamation. That way, the focus is taken off the issue and spotlighted, instead, on the individual’s shortcomings. Libel replaces the facts about Big Oil’s destruction of the earth and its atmosphere. Al Gore’s movie was right on the money.

Meanwhile, as the CHUDS are calling Al Gore an alarmist, they are telling the world that transgender people are grooming kids to be homosexuals. These halophiles only want to drink liberal tears. What the fuck are they good for? Sucking off WASP billionaires? Then Trump goes to court and the Newsmax reporters show their ugly, dolorous mugs. They sound almost robotically monotone: “We must protect rich white guys.” “We must protect rich white guys.” “We must protect rich white guys.” Ad-nauseum.

Today, I heard on the radio that Texas hit 110 degrees and two days ago, the state of Vermont experienced unprecedented flooding after nine inches of rain fell in less than five hours. The weekend leading into July 4th saw the highest ever recorded global temperatures. The southern portion of America is experiencing an unrelenting “heat dome,” while the northern portion of the country is seeing tornadoes, hurricanes, violent storms, and other extremes. Any meteorologist will tell you this is not normal for this time of year. If the world unites, we can begin to stop this onslaught of natural disasters. But the conservatives think their money and profit is more important than the welfare of humanity! While farmers’ crops are drying up and blowing away in the wind, the rich are snorting coke off a prostitute’s ass! But leave it to the conservative propaganda machine to spew that these are dignified, American gentlemen who want a clean cut, Christian country.

The only way to fight against this crisis is to counter the CHUD propaganda with educational facts to the contrary. When a liar calls you a liar, you are winning the climate struggle. There is a global youth movement and they pissed to the max. They are willing to damage property to give notice of the planet’s destruction, as well as hold nonviolent resistance protests. We should all support their efforts.

Meanwhile, the political Right is in shambles. The Religious Right is living their “End Times” fantasy, the fossil fuel companies are panicking that their great grandchildren will have to get jobs, and the White Power creeps are worried that all food will become kosher. The Republicans will build a giant tomb in Washington D.C. for Trump after he dies from a massive heart attack.

After Florida submerges into the Gulf of Mexico, oil drilling rigs will be above sea level because human remains become dirty energy. It’ll be better than dead dinosaurs!

America has the worst conservative movement in the history of the world!

#stephenjaymorris #poets on tumblr #american politics #youtube #anarchism #anarchopunk #anarchocommunism #climate crisis #climate politics #climate justice

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Brenda tilted her top of your head and claimed within a fabulous sound, “Isn’t that your work? It turned out already very hard to me to gain access to the entire body!” Then, the attorney at law employed from the Smiths finished the bail procedures. Tanya was discovered that evening and given back home safely. Nevertheless, Hillary’s passing away was indeed beyond Nora’s goals. Nora realized the moment Hillary passed away. Nora then hurried to your crematorium and produced an upset picture. It turned out permit her undetectable foes imagine that Hillary acquired indeed been burnt! She did not prefer to die. Regardless of whether it harmed, she failed to need to die…

Brenda was speechless.

Nora nodded and did not say whatever else. Brenda withstood up, her thinner hip and legs wearing a pair of red-colored high heels. She walked slowly and gradually behind her and stated, “Elaine has reported you to definitely the greater-ups. She asserted that you beat up a colleague to vent your own sensations.” Nora increased her eyebrows. “What otherwise?” Nora could not assist but have goosebumps. Could this person speak far more commonly? As Nora stood up instantly, Brenda requested. The agony in the physique manufactured her curl her fingers uncontrollably. She wanted to open her vision, but she could not. She recognized she might pass away. Nora investigated Hillary and inquired, “Have you examined her?”

Nora investigated Hillary and expected, “Have you looked over her?”

Brenda sat in a vehicle and investigated Nora, who has been napping at the front person seat. She pursed her lip area. “Is this everything you intended by our online business ?”

When Nora woke up the following day, she casually gathered her cellphone and got a look. However, she suddenly saw that an new amount got dispatched her a note. “Do you intend to understand how you obtained with child in those days? I notice you the truth.”

When the law enforcement officials stumbled on the Smiths to arrest Tanya, she had really considered that another party was returning on her using the purpose of submitting her to prison. At the moment, she experienced already thought of helping to make a trip to law enforcement station to see that which was taking.

She believed that Jill was relevant to that unfamiliar company, so Brenda and Morris extended to concentrate on this case.

Nora disregarded her ideas. She was already inclined from the bed furniture and falling asleep. Nora looked like she did not cherish this at first glance, but she was really delivering one other special event the opportunity to relax. All things considered, these were still cannot apprehend their foes this period, let alone know who they were… Nora reported solidly, “Mia will weep at your house.”

Brenda: “…Work.”

With this, she withstood up and remaining.

Ever since the other celebration needed to slander Tanya, they must possess a file backup plan… In that case, she would surpass them at their very own video game and find out what type of conspiracy these folks were approximately!

“She was poisoned, nevertheless it doesn’t seem to be poison frequently.” Nora frowned. When Hillary was sent, she experienced already applied her heartbeat. During that time, her heartbeat was very chaotic. Brenda inquired, “So was it poison or otherwise not?” Immediately after Brenda had her into the Smiths, she found that Justin was standing up for the doorway, waiting around for them. The auto discontinued and Brenda was approximately to wake Nora up when Justin suddenly made a shushing gesture. She did not prefer to perish. Whether or not it harmed, she failed to need to die…

Brenda was speechless. Brenda endured up, her thinner feet donning a set of red-colored high heels. She walked slowly but surely behind her and reported, “Elaine has documented you to the better-ups. She mentioned that you overcome up a colleague to vent your own emotions and thoughts.” Nora raised her eye brows. “What otherwise?” Ever since the other bash want to slander Tanya, they should have a back-up plan… In that case, she would do better than them at their very own sport and discover what type of conspiracy they had been as much as!

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