#we can absolutely buy ourselves the time to save ourselves

[reasonsforhope]

The 1987 Montreal Protocol, which phased out the production and use of chemicals that were depleting the ozone layer, has long been considered one of the most successful environmental treaties in history. New research finds that the global pact achieved another unforeseen benefit: delaying the melting of Arctic sea ice.

In a study published Monday in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, researchers from the University of Exeter and Columbia University found that the implementation of the Montreal Protocol is delaying the first ice-free Arctic summer by up to 15 years. That’s because the chemicals banned under the agreement are also potent greenhouse gases.

“Our results show that the climate benefits from the Montreal Protocol are not in some faraway future: the protocol is delaying the melting of Arctic sea ice at this very moment,” Lorenzo Polvani, one of the study’s authors, said in a press release. 

The study authors ran a series of climate models based on two different scenarios: one that included levels of ozone-depleting substances that would be expected if the Montreal Protocol never existed, and another accounting for the global treaty. The researchers concluded that the protocol is postponing the first ice-free Arctic summer by a decade or more, and entirely due to the phasedown of ozone-depleting chemicals. 

The Montreal Protocol was created to address a hole in the stratospheric ozone layer over the Antarctic. The ozone layer protects the Earth from harmful ultraviolet radiation that causes skin cancer and cataracts in humans. The treaty phased out almost 100 chemicals — including aerosols used in hair spray and other products, refrigerants, and solvents — that were found to be responsible for destroying stratospheric ozone.

Those banned chemicals, collectively called ozone-depleting substances, or ODS, are also potent greenhouse gases, with up to tens of thousands times the global warming potential of carbon dioxide. The report authors estimate that 1 metric ton of avoided ODS emissions leads to 7,000 square meters (more than 75,000 square feet) of avoided Arctic sea loss. By way of comparison, 1 metric ton of carbon dioxide emissions results in about 3 square meters (about 32 square feet) of sea ice loss. 

Given the potency of ODSs as a greenhouse gas, the authors are not surprised at this outsize impact on Arctic sea ice levels. “Nonetheless, such a large mitigating impact of the Montreal Protocol on Arctic sea ice loss is remarkable if one keeps in mind that the protocol was aimed at preventing ozone depletion in the Antarctic stratosphere, and little was known of its effect on Arctic sea ice when the protocol was signed,” the authors noted.

According to their projections, the Montreal Protocol has already prevented more than half a million square kilometers (about 193,000 square miles) of sea ice loss. By 2030, that amount will rise to more than 1 million square kilometers, and to 2 million square kilometers of prevented Arctic sea ice loss by 2040.

-via Grist, 5/24/23

#arctic #arctic circle #arctic ocean #arctic ice #sea ice #climate change #global warming #sea level rise #montreal protocol #cfc #hfc #greenhouse gasses #carbon dioxide #if we hurry #we can absolutely buy ourselves the time to save ourselves #as someone constantly looking at good news developments in the environment and green tech I truly believe that #good news #hope

[urbancripple]

To able‐bodied people, wheelchair users have a certain mystique. They’re constantly asking us about how our bodies do or don’t work, whether we can have sex, why we haven't just killed ourselves yet. But despite their intrusive questioning, there is one area that ableds seem to be absolutely certain about: the existence of ultra‐convenient readily‐available accessibility modifications and mobility aids.

As wheelchair users, how many times have we been told to “put some chains on that thing!” As we struggle through the snow? How often is it suggested that we get a hand‐bike so that we can cycle to work like our coworkers? If I had a nickel for every time someone suggested I attach some tried‐and‐true motor to my chair, I’d have enough money to pay someone to invent it.

People are constantly sending me links to articles and videos to supposed life‐changing mobility aids that can climb stairs or move over rough terrain. They tell me that things can’t be that difficult with a constant stream of new, convenient doo‐dads being put out in the world. Hell, when discussing how difficult it is to find a single‐story home in Seattle (existing or custom), the suggestion was made that I simply build a multi‐story home but also put an elevator in.

Here’s the thing though: has anyone, wheelchair‐user or otherwise, actually seen any of these so‐called solutions in person? The stair‐climbing wheelchair? The magical snow tires? The super fast motor? I haven’t. As for the elevators and hand bikes, I can count the number I’ve seen on one hand and I’d need way more fingers and toes to show you the price tag.

Despite their near non‐existence or insurmountable financial cost, people keep telling me I just need to “get me one of those…” and continue to cast my existence and the problems that come with it in a mythical light.

An elevator for your house starts at around six‐thousand dollars. If you want one that doesn’t look like the rickety stair‐lift at your local Eagle’s Club, it’ll cost you upwards of sixty‐thousand.

The price of an average, entry‐level bike is four‐hundred bucks. If you want an accessible hand bike, you’re going to start around a grand.

Custom wheelchair tires can vary anywhere from two to five thousand, often times costing more than the chair they’re attached to.

That stair climbing chair? Eleven grand. Want something that’s a little more “every day”? That’ll cost you seventeen grand. Just need a motor for your day chair? Six grand and it weighs fifteen pounds.

Now, some folks might be thinking “sure, it’s expensive now, but the price will come down as technology improves and more people buy these devices”. But with an employment rate of roughly 7 percent (before COVID) and rules governing the amount of money disabled people on SSI can have in the bank (no more than two-thousand dollars), most wheelchair users can’t even save up to buy one of these devices. And no, insurance won’t cover any it.

A lack of accessibility is not something we can just “tech” our way out of and disabled people should not expected to purchase access to a world that everyone else gets for free. Talking about mobility aids you’ve never used or seen when someone is trying to explain to you the barriers they face in their day to day life due to a lack of accessibility isn’t helpful, it’s dismissive. Quit doing it.

#disability

[homesweetgoodneighbor]

As the holidays speed towards us like a bullet train, here are more ways to support/survive the fiber artist in your life. (You might as well print and save these, because we fiber artists will never learn our lesson.):

DO:

Make them stop each day before they hurt themselves. @gootspatrol made mention of this in a comment and I added it to a reblog, but I want to say it again because it is fucking IMPORTANT. All fiber arts are pretty much repetitive stress injuries waiting to happen. People think our crafts are easy peasy and have no clue that even "easy" things can also injure a body if done too much for too long. Do not work through the pain, folks. It absolutely will come back to haunt you.

Tell them to step back and work on another project if they are getting frustrated with the one they are currently working. I promise you we ALL have multiple projects going. Sometimes a project is just being fucking argumentative, and the situation devolves into such cussing and threats that anyone overhearing will be sure you live with a serial killer. Putting it down and doing another for a while, or at least until that one also becomes the bane of our existence, always helps.

Remind them their bladder exists and isn't meant to be ignored. Yes, I know that sounds silly, but many fiber artists already have ADHD, and we are notorious for ignoring bodily processes. Forgettingto eat is one thing, but much as we'd love to, we can't will our bladders to go away.

From time to time gush at how amazing their project is looking. Your fiber artist will always invariably say "It sucks sweaty donkey balls. I want to set fire to it, but I spent too much damn money on it." Ignore that. They say that because none of us can take compliments. Inside we are squeeing that you noticed. (Note: Be genuine or say nothing at all. We can sense false praise faster than a cat can hear the canned food being opened.)

Be a buffer towards those who do not understand. Tell those who dismiss your loved one's work as anything other than "hard work filled with love" to fuck all the way off. Do feel free to be creative when doing so. You will immediately be a super hero and probably prevent that other person from having their brains ripped out through their nostril by a crochet hook.

DON'T:

Laugh when we say "Next year I will start earlier/make less/buy gift cards instead." Yes, we know we are just kidding ourselves and living in denial. It's a design flaw in a fiber artist's nature. Just hug us and move on.

Have a calendar counting down the days to the holiday they are working towards. Do not even mention time. Doing so will send them spiraling into an almost barbaric berserker frenzy. They will become the whirling dervish of the cartoon Tasmanian devil with fiber and notions being flung about. There is high probability you will be sucked into it and put to work. Unless you feel up to being conscripted into detangling a ramen noodle pile of yarn, sorting thread, or being used as a dress form dummy every ten minutes, just keep your mouth shut.

Play the "Let's mess up their counting by nonchalantly telling a story of our ancestor in 1583 who had 5 goats and worked 50 hours a week and made 100 clocks that told 20 different times..." Look, fiber artists are willing to do something that is so repetitive as to be injurous. Do you think a few more of such actions to turn you into a tasteful decoration will discourage them? Remember: we work with fiber, and a noose is nothing but a bunch of fibers twisted together and tied into a neat knot. Don't fuck with us.

Love y'all! Please take care of yourselves! Be safe and I hope to see lots of pics of finished projects!

#fiber arts #fiber crafts #crochet #knitting #embroidery #sewing #hand sewing #weaving

[vaguely-yandere]

just read the playboy(seriously WHAT IS THE GN TERM I’M CRYING SHITS AND SHITTING TEARS TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT) and i raise you this:

worshipper yan and playboy yan alliance

-poised darling

YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSS!!!!!! absolutely yes. i also think the gn term would be 'player' but that term is so outdated oml so we'll go with playboy, like how girly yan and housewife yan are traditionally fem but can be gn

(i made playboys text black and worshippers red <3)

now, as poly or combined... either way, youve got all the power in the world and own half of it. ehehehe, i imagine playboy and worshipper being friends, not extremely close but theyre both extremely manipulative and use each other a lot in business related things. i can def see worshipper yan having a cult or being in a family thats in a cult or something like that and doing a lot of recruiting at parties and playboy yan is just happy to throw a party! (and be apart of weird cult orgies)

and then they meet you. neither of them are possessive in a traditional "i wanna lock you up in my basements forever so no one can ever ever see you ever and im going to kill your parents and friends and family because how dare they lay their eyes upon you" way so that makes them unlikely to be competitive and more willing to share! they can both agree that you are perfect and deserve all the money in the world and while playboy isnt as... culty as worshipper, they definitely both think of you as divine and holy.

they follow you everywhere, whether you like it or not. playboy buys your life out before you even notice and worshipper distracts you by, well, worshipping you! if you didnt have a god complex before, both of them will be sure to give you one <3

"i love you, i love you more than the moon and the stars, i love you more than the earth beneath my feet, i love you- fuck, i love you so much, i cannot put it into words... you make me go insane with it, i feel like my brain is melting out of my ears every time i cast my unworthy gaze upon you, my love."

worshipper yan kissing your calves, gently taking your shoes off while you sit on the softest, most comfortable bed youve ever felt in your life, fluffy comforter and blanket practically cradling you already as playboy crawls in bed beside you, kissing your hairline.

"we've agreed to share you, you know." playboy hums, reaching down to stroke worshippers hair, guiding you to their rightful place between your legs as they kneel. "we just couldnt keep you to ourselves, it felt too selfish.."

"we didn't wanna be rude and limit your holiness.. you deserve to be worshipped by many more than just us, darling.." worshipper looks up at you, the way a suicidal warrior looks up at heaven. desperate, hungry, relieved, in awe, their eyes fluttering back shut as they lean into playboys touch.

"but we wanna be your favorite, how did you say it worshipper?"

"disciples."

"disciples, my darling. concubines. whatever you want, we'll be it for you. we're obsessed with you. we compare our collections of things that make us think of you. of pictures. clothes we've stolen."

"that you've stolen, i would never steal from my god."

playboy scoffs, leaning in and whispering in your ear. "they stole your underwear from me, you know. found em in the bathroom, hand down their pants, underwear shoved basically up their nose and those cute eyes of their rolled practically all the way into the back of their skull from the pleasure.." they giggle, putting their hand on your thigh. "we fucked each other while screaming your name, it was quite erotic."

"playboy!" worshipper scolds, resting their head on your thigh. "you said we'd keep that a secret!" they look back up to you, pouting. "i swear i didn't give them my virginity, my darling, i saved that specifically for you and you alone."

"ah, right. i remember now. we masturbated and made out while sharing our collection of you related items. much more sad when you say it like that though.."

worshipper gently, with shaking hands, grabs your hand and holds it, barely able to look at you. "we did kiss, my love, i apologize.. i hope you can forgive us for such sin without you there."

playboy kisses your neck almost shyly, wrapping their hand around yours and worshippers. "we'll make it up to you, dont worry.. i'll be sure to teach worshipper how to properly please you.."

aaa, i just love the idea of playboy guiding worshipper through sex, showing them how to use their mouth, how to stretch themselves out, how to properly ride you, how to fuck you, everything and theyre such a blushing, moaning, shy little mess as playboy guides their hips and whispers in their ear and pinches their chest and reaches between their legs to show them how to make themselves feel good too and playboy just grins at you over their shoulder <3

"see their face? that means theyre gonna cum soon."

"f-fuck, just from- ah!- just from me..?"

"just from you, baby~"

#worshipper yandere #playboy yandere #yandere x y/n #asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere smut #poised darling

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - Jan 21st - Week 3

Here’s everything I read this week! I hope you find something you enjoy! 

~*~ 

Hello. I've Been Waiting by j_gabrielle

Non-powered AU where Steve and Tony are in their late 20s and were high school sweethearts, married a year after their graduation - as Steve had wanted to save and then use his own money to buy Tony a ring. Though it hurt him to let Steve go to join the army, Tony knew it would have hurt both of them even more if Steve had stayed at home, miserable. They skype when they can, send emails (and the occasional letter because Steve is old fashioned that way - although Tony will never admit the amount of glee that fills him at seeing the physical envelope in his mailbox), and keep in touch as much as possible.

But there are still the long periods of time when there is no contact, and Tony can't help but worry and fret terribly about his husband overseas. One such period of time, Steve and Tony's friends (Bucky, Rhodey, the rest of the avengers, ya know), are surprised to get a group email from Steve - but happy at seeing that the reason: Steve is coming home early from his tour and wants to surprise Tony.

arei’s thoughts: I’m a sucker for Steve surprises Tony with a military homecoming. Short and sweet and lovely. 

A ghost for Christmas by gottalovev 

When she died, Peggy left Steve an old house in Connecticut. When he decides to spend Christmas there, Steve finds out that it's already inhabited... by a very handsome and kind of annoying ghost.

arei’s thoughts: this was so cute and the way that Rhodey came into it was really great. Loved it. 

Something On My Mind by Thahire

During a team game of Never Have I Ever, Tony finds out that Steve has done—some things with men.

Things spiral from there.

arei’s thoughts: tony finding out about steve’s sexual past in a game with the team is a pretty niche trope and one i absolutely adore. Loved this. 

Arrangements by Neverever 

Tony has a no-strings attached, no-personal information, all-sex relationship with Steve. But things can change, can't they?

arei’s thoughts: FWB that doesn’t stay FWB is always a lot of fun. 

Magical Moments by Becci_chan

It hadn’t been Steve’s best idea when he’d asked Tony to go with him to the Christmas market. Steve had only needed someone to keep him company, because sometimes crowded places still made him nervous. And because he liked Tony. A lot.

arei’s thoughts: it’s pure Christmas fluff. Plus, you know, Steve not knowing he’s head over heels for Tony is always fun. 

Teeny Tiny OctoTony by MountainRose

Tony finds something in a HYDRA base, and it's about four inches tall and has a goatee.

And tentacles.

arei’s thoughts: i’m a big fan of tony as a octopus. They’re so smart?? And this one’s telepathic-ish bond with his octo counterpart was adorable! 

All Roads Lead To by Anonymous

After Obadiah's betrayal, Tony hides in the depths of the Midwest to become a mechanic.

The Avengers come into his life anyway.

arei’s thoughts: I love the idea that some things are inevitable, and how this team came together was lovely. 

Beyond Imagination by nakurumok

Tony swears he is fine. Really.

Sure, he was injured in the battle (only slightly), his suit was shut down after he was hit by some magical beam, crashed into the ground and lost conscious for nearly a day. But he is fine. Totally. Unquestionably.

Except, if he would admit it, he feels like he had gone through a few rounds of boxing with Hulk, while without the suit. He feels dizzy, and the ground seems floating under his every step and his head hurts like hell. But despite all of these, he is fine.

… and has he mentioned he sees Captain America, who should only exist in the comics, standing in his kitchen?

arei’s thoughts: The way things came out slowly and then all at once was lovely. It was clear that something was wrong, but how it played out was just--so nice. 

we pick ourselves undone by laramara

It might appear that award-winning surgeon Tony Stark, the head of neurosurgery at Shield Hospital, well and truly has his life together. Now if he could only figure out how to tell people that his father, world class neurosurgeon Howard Stark, is locked away in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s, devise a way to get Chief Fury off his back for good, and work out what the hell he’s going to do about the weird on-again-off-again thing he has going with the head of cardio, he’d finally have everything sorted.

arei’s thoughts: I loved the setting of this and the softness between Tony and Steve in contrast to everything around them. So well done. 

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #captain america #iron man #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

[a-hackneyed-premise]

Everything's going wrong, and I really feel like I'm about to lose it.

Firstly, we're stuck in a maisonette with rising damp and mould, and the freeholders are doing precisely NOTHING about it all.

This has caused major respiratory conditions for all three of us. The worst of the damp and mould is in my disabled son's bedroom - this is what it currently looks like in there

The wallpaper and plaster have fallen away, the wall itself is actually wet, I'm cleaning mould up every day. We've had to throw away toys, bedding, books, and clothes of his that have been destroyed by mould.

We can't move, because we own the flat and no one will buy it with this problem, and we can't fix it ourselves, because its a structural issue that is the responsibility of the freeholder, and they have done nothing but ignore our pleas for the last 2 and a half years.

Ok, ready for the rollercoaster that's making me lose it? Strap in.

Now, as my son is disabled, and we're a relatively low income family, we were able to apply to the family fund for a holiday, something we've not been able to afford to do for YEARS.

This Friday, we're due to fly out to the south of France for a week. The FF awarded us £500 towards the holiday, but we had to pay the rest out of our savings, costing us just about £1200, and depleting our savings to nothing. We figured it'd be worth it - the holiday park we're going to sounds utterly perfect for him, with lots of nature, wildlife, and secure facilities with easy access. Something we simply wouldn't have even considered without the FF's help. Yes, it was still expensive, but the memories would be utterly priceless.

A couple of week's ago my car's engine light came on. Honestly something I'd probably be ignoring right now normally, but my husband was due to take his driving test in it this week before we fly out, and we are pretty sure that you can't take it in a car with the engine light showing. We managed to get it seen, and it requires around £800 worth of repairs. I cannot function without a car - it's absolutely vital for transporting my son and keeping him safe.

As I mentioned before, we've all had respiratory problems linked to the mould. My poor son seems to have a permanent frog in his throat. I've been diagnosed with asthma following a cough that I've had now since last November. A few weeks ago, my husband developed a similar nasty cough. And last week that cough suddenly got worse. He was vomiting due to the cough, in pain from head to toe, shivering and shaking.

Yesterday it was so bad, we called NHS 111, and they were so worried, they sent out an ambulance.

He's been admitted to hospital with pneumonia caused by the damp and mould. He can't take his driving test (obviously) and we are most likely going to lose out on our holiday.

I'm self employed but been unable to work much due to illness, but I'm going to have to put that aside.

So, I'm begging you, please help out a struggling artist, mother to a disabled child, and wife to a terribly ill husband. If I can book in a few pet portraits, I'll be able to cover our mortgage this month, and hopefully recover some of our lost holiday money, as well as keep my car on the road.

Here are some examples of my work.

Mostly I work in coloured pencil on pastelmat, although occasionally I can also do drafting film (if the subject allows for it) Commissions are £140 for an A4 piece and that will include postage to anywhere in mainland UK - outside of the mainland, of course I'll have to charge extra for postage.

I appreciate these aren't cheap, but a lot of work goes into them. If you could please reblog to get this seen, I would appreciate it so so much.

I am in the process of setting up a website for these, but feel free to contact me here in the meantime.

Thank you so much for taking time to read, and reblogs to signal boost are hugely appreciated

#artists on tumblr #pencil artist #personal shizz #please help #please reblog #i'm genuinely scared for the future right now

[whenthewallfell]

hey I’m obsessed with your hunger games posts (both the art and the written analysis)

i just reread the series for the first time since I was a teenager and i forgot how hard they slap. I love ur posts about gale (he’s just a mess bitch) (and by bitch i mean character) (but also I mean bitch)

I was wondering if u have any thoughts on finnick (or if u have any fanart of) he’s always been the character I relate to and find the most complex and interesting. i so desperately want to know ur take on the tragedy that is finnick odair. I’m also tempted to send u my own analysis on him but idk if it would be at all appreciated

So there's this kid, right. He's only 14, and already people can tell he's gonna be a looker. Rather than wait for him to get older and have more of a fighting chance, they send him into the annual death match then and there (side note, this is a weird choice for a career district, right? We can all agree that. It's weird.) He wins because he 1. knows he's hot and 2. knows how to use that.

He's smart, resourceful, and understands the value of sex appeal. At 14.

Two years on and he finds out that he's a little too good at the charming Victor act. He's forced into prostitution, not to save himself but the people he loves. (THG is all about self sacrifice, about what we do for others at risk of ourselves. It's the aspect of humanity that Snow exploits throughout the series.)

But he's a survivor. He takes a shitty situation and makes the best of it, building a business around pillow talk and turning himself into the most valuable commodity rumours can buy. He successfully mentors a Victor and falls in love with her knowing full well it puts him AND her in even more danger (sorry to keep harping on about this, but oh look how love is once again its own form of rebellion, gosh it's like it's a running theme or something)

And then he joins THE rebellion, knowing that it will put them all at risk but also realising that if not now, then never. He marries the love of his life, becomes the big brother to K+P (his relationship with them is so sweet I can't even), sheds the Capitol persona that's kept him alive for a decade, begins to heal from all the trauma...

...and dies. No fanfare, no heroic last stand. He dies fleeing for his life, torn apart by monsters, just one more death in a sequence already filled with casualties. Blink and you'll miss it. It almost feels meaningless, and unfortunately that's the point – people die whether we want them to or not. It's devastating, but then so is war.

Finnick is a man built on contradictions. He acts like a playboy but is devoted to one person. He seems arrogant and self absorbed but will do anything to protect those he cares about. He's a main character but he dies like an extra.

And I'm still not over it.

(op thank you I'm amazed anyone's interested in my ramblings, and also absolutely send me your thoughts, I'd love to hear them!)

#the hunger games #finnick odair #annie cresta #odesta #finnick deserved better #and that's exactly why he had to die #i hate it #this isn't analysis so much as me crying on my keyboard #also if haymitch is katniss down the line #finnick is peeta #also also i think finnick is the reason annie won her games #it's a little TOO convenient that after her meltdown the arena floods and she's the only decent swimmer left #like who did he sleep with to make that happen #rambles

[thediktatortot]

It would be real nice if Billy Anti's practice what they preached.

Stay out of the Billy tag all together if it's that triggering for you. Why are you in there? Why do you want to make yourself upset? If you think we are such bad people who are so racist and so abusive and 'probably hurt our own siblings' then why do you stick around?

I don't go sitting in the TERF tag because I feel the need to make myself upset. I don't want to be upset, I want to be happy and live my life the way I want too and the last thing I would want to do is put something I know is going to get seen by the people I don't like in a place where they WILL see it.

It just doesn't make sense. Do you guys know how to have fun? I know shits hard right now in life, I really do, I've not had anything going for my life since I was about 16 and I realized I had ADHD and my life wasn't just hard because I was stupid & a Millennial who was somehow ruining everything for Boomers.

The world is dying, the corporate greed is off the charts and the white Fascist Nazis are taking more and more important rolls in our life every day all over the world.

So please tell me, why do you guys want to spend what little time we have to enjoy ourselves and have fun, wanting to hurt yourselves?

Stop triggering yourself if that's really the issue, and if all you want to do is be mean to people because you feel out of control in your life and you feel like there's something you should be doing to 'make things better' then take a step back and look at yourself.

You're not making anything better by bullying and harassing people online. That will change absolutely nothing for anyone.

No ones going to get better at being anti-racist because you decided to bully someone online for liking something you don't.

No one's going to be better humans and stop killing queer and black people because you doxxed some random artist in another fascist country for drawing fictional people.

No one's going to stop the pay gaps from continuing to rise because you decided to joke around with a corporate social media and told people to kill themselves for buying something they have to use in their every day life.

No one's going to start housing homeless people and stop murdering Trans people on the street because you decided to call out someone for being racist or homophobic on a blog post and subsequently got them booted offline because all their accounts are now locked.

It doesn't do anything.

It just hurts more people and creates more hurt people who hurt people. It does nothing. You aren't being activists at all and nine out of ten times you are hurting someone who is trying to do better and trying, just like you, to just survive.

If you want to make a difference in the world, take care of yourself. Do better FOR YOU and people around you will want to do better too.

You can't force people to do better. You can't force people to want to be better. People have to want to allow themselves to start getting better and it can be hard for people to let their old pain go and start to change because change is fucking hard.

You don't get change with being a dick online. You get change by helping people want to be better, teaching people better ways of existing, SHOWING them how just being a nicer human can make your life so much easier.

Stress is a killer man, I've been having panic attacks since I was a teenager and let me tell you, it doesn't get any easier. You want to make yourself a happier place to surround yourself with because no one is going to do it for you.

If you want to see a difference in the world, then do something that can make a difference. Volunteer in your community, raise a drive for people in need, find a study that you are interested in that can be expanded upon for the benefit of the world, teach yourself a new skill that can save you money on plastics and gas, read a book by an author who has nothing in common with you, talk to people.

We aren't all singular units out here guys, we are a community and we are a people who go through bad shit all the time and we should be trying to help each other get to a better place in our lives, no matter what.

#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove Anti #Aren't you tired? #Tator Rants #Fandom Critical #Fandom Wank #Non Fandom

[neptune-ian]

same here i dont like to label myself as an xyz fan. if i like smth i like smth if i dont then i dont or can ignore it. i dont get why we need to label ourselves as stans and whatever else words to say we like or dont like smth. also i dont actively need nor want to be apart of fan bases cause thats where the crazies or delulus are. even the haters are childish and immature its like you havr to pick a side and absolutely stick to it you cant simply like nor dislike an aspect its like the internet will look down on u for not being one side or the other

i dont geg what happened to simply liking music sometimes it feels like you have to do so much just to either idfk get the attention of the members or you have to constantly be doing smth relating to the fan base or always be on guard so you dont offend anyone. honestly i have distanced myself from that aspect and i find sometimes the groups are more enjoyable when its not smth you personally pander for if that makes sense? like maybe its just my age or the fact that im getting much older or but if i saw an idol in public i wouldnt need to chase them yaknow?

maybe if i was at a younger age id want to be buying as much merch as i can but its so expensive to support these groups to go to their concerts honestly takes ages to save up for if u arent rich. it just kinda sucks that i didnt have kpop when i was younger, wouldve loved to collect photocards but i kinda just watch the groups from afar on a screen these days

also i just dont care these days like the shit that people fret about online when it comes to idols doesnt affect me in anyway sure at one point we have all been a lil delulu about celebs or idols but if it dont happen it dont happen. by the time the newer generations get married or whatever else i will be dead anyway cause idols cant just date fans or the chances of actually dating them is slim to none for most of their fans. plus its still going to take years before idols can freely date without backlash

idk these r just my thoughts

Agree! The same thoughts as you especially about streams and fanwars!!!

People are too invested for nothing to the point of just hating other groups/fans and even their own group just because of different opinions about a group/an artist. Their only motivation is to either hate or actually give up their own life for their idol(s) which is crazy as it can intensify the parasocial relationship.

The issue like « let’s stream them to top1 » as if that was the ultimate goal. Sure showing support is needed and appreciated and even valued but arguing with your own group because not everyone streamed or whatever is a big red flag! Can’t I just enjoy a damn music once in a while without having to listen to it until it reaches 10B views??? Even if it means being a « lazy fan » why couldn’t I just enjoy their art at my own rythm?? What will I win? Won’t the artist(s) already be happy to simply know that I enjoy their art?

That’s so messed up

#neptune’s talk #neptune’s anon ask

[astroangel23]

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Pile 1: Hello pile 1 :) Your body needs you to take the time to treat it as your temple. Your body feels as if you've been putting it on the back burner recently. You may have been putting more of your time into the needs of others over your own needs; as there is nothing wrong with caring for the needs of others, it's important to treat your own self with the grace and kindness you put out into the world. You may find it boring to incorporate physical fitness into your routine or that you don't have time but your body is begging you to find some kind of routine of physical movement. Don't be scared to try new things outside of the normal gym setting, going outside for a daily walk or jog, using YouTube to find a yoga/pilates instructor that fits your speed (it doesn't have to be an intense amount of physical movement), or a Zumba class. The ultimate message from your body is to get that ass moving but also allow your body to rejuvenate with sleep, let your mind and body rest equally as much as you are moving 🧨💃🤸‍♀️ 🧘‍♀️🚴‍♀️☀️

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Pile 2: Hi pile 2 :) When I started shuffling for this pile the song Throw It In The Bag came on and the Gifts hard flew out. Your body wants an upgrade when it comes the the clothes you're dressing yourself with. You're currently underselling yourself on an expressive, creative level. You could have been focused on saving your money for a while now, ignoring your sense of style. Throwing on whatever and going on with your day. But your body needs you to wear clothes that represent how much of a creative person you are; expressing yourself through your clothing is going to boost your confidence on all levels. We have the queen of pentacles on the back of the deck, so it's safe for you to go out and buy you a new outfit (that doesn't mean go out and splurge, the thrift card also wanted to pop out so there is absolutely no shame in getting creative with your spending. The clothes don't wear us, we wear the clothes) Your body wants you to step outside of your comfort zone to try out new pieces of clothing; it's never too late to reinvent ourselves 👠👒👗👛🛍️

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Pile 3: What's up pile 3 :) Your physical body needs you to stop comparing yourself to others. You're breaking your own heart, tearing down your own confidence, holding yourself back from growth on your own path by looking at others as if they are more deleboped, better than you, more beautiful than you are. You're creating this illusion that you are not worthy and it's the furthest from the truth. It's important to look at others on a soul level, not judge them by their flesh, by their physical body. Yeah they may have a body that you deem as perfect, but are they happy are on a soul level? Are they as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside? Maybe you're new to physical fitness and you compare your knowledge to someone that has been at it for years. They also had to take that first step, they also started with zero knowledge at some point. Don't be afraid to ask for help from others on how to get started on your journey or if you aren't comfortable with asking, Google, watch YouTube videos, educate yourself. This illusion that you are stuck where you are at because you haven't been taking the steps needed towards taking care of your physical health is only holding yourself back from actually taking the moves needed. Give yourself the room for trail and error when learning what your body needs. Let go of the judgement, get out of your head and get moving instead. You got this, pile 3. You are more than capable for complete transformation in the body, mind, and spirit 🤍🧠

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[quanblovk]

Who did it?

Out of nowhere, Dragato angrily approaches the dining table and slams his fist down while holding an empty milk carton.

Sir Dragato: I don't care how great or noble you are.....ANYONE WHO LEAVES THE MILK CARTON IN THE FRIDGE JUST BECAUSE IT HAS ONE DROP LEFT IS UNBECOMING OF A WARRIOR!!!

Sir Falspar: oh! There's milk left? Can I finish it? I love milk!

Sir Dragato: yes Falspar, you can.

Sir Falspar: yay! ^o^

Sir Nonsurat: It wasn't me, I was out all morning making sweet love to Arthur's wife!

Sir Arthur: I know I let you have affairs my wife but do you have no shame blurting that out loud?

Sir Nonsurat: What is there to be ashamed about? I take pride in our forbidden romance! It's the most beautiful form of love!

Galacta Knight: Really?! I didn't know love could be so deep...

Sir Dragato: Don't listen to him, Galacta Knight. Nonsurat! You're being a bad influence on our new recruit.

Sir Nonsurat: hmph....

Sir Dragato: Now WHO DID IT?! I demand that they immediately go to the store and buy new milk!

Sir Arthur: Now now, Dragato, this isn't something to fuss about. You could always go and buy new milk yourself. No need to fight.

Sir Dragato: Arthur...you don't understand. We are star warriors, the greatest army in all the galaxy. The very fate of the universe are within our hands and yet....a person who leaves things unfinished...you think they should be allowed to be in this army?!

Sir Arthur: *GASP* You're absolutely right...How could I be so blind? We will investigate this matter immediately! Clear the table!

Sir Nonsurat: Eh-?! Wait, right now?

Sir Dragato: What's wrong? NERVOUS BECAUSE YOU'RE THE CULPRIT?!?!

Sir Nonsurat: Nonsense! I'm lactose intolerant!

Sir Dragato: Oh....Hey wait! What in the four stars have you got against dairy products?!

Sir Falspar: I don't think that's what it means-

Suddenly, the door bursts open as two people walk in. It was their comrades, Garlude and Jecra. They seem to be in a good mood!

Jecra: Good afternoon, gents! Haha!

Garlude: Good afternoon!

Sir Falspar: Oh hey guys! We're trying to find out who didn't go to buy new milk just because the carton had one drop left.

Jecra: WHAT?! I didn't know we were interupting something so serious....

Garlude: Truly something unforgivable....to think there was such a person amongst us.

Sir Nonsurat: No way....you guys are actually serious about this...

Sir Dragato: OR MAYBE IT WAS YOU!!! HUH, MILKBOY?! What do you have to say for yourself?!

Milkboy (Falspar): It wasn't me! Also milkboy sounds really weird, please don't use that word ever again.

Sir Dragato: Way ahead of you, realized it the moment I said it....

Sir Arthur: come join us, Jecra! Garlude! Your testimonies would be of great use. Help us find the culprit!

Sir Nonsurat: A-are you serious? But I promised dear Guinevere that I'd take her to that fancy new Floralian restaurant-

Sir Dragato: SAVE YOUR DAMN DATE FOR LATER, MOON BOY. WE'VE GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS.

Moon Boy (Sir Nonsurat): *gasp* MOON BOY?! AND YOU DARE BELITTLE OUR LOVE?! Draw your weapon, WE DUEL!!!

Sir Dragato: AHA! SO IT WAS YOU! YOU'RE BEING SO DEFENSIVE ABOUT IT!!!

Sir Nonsurat: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT I'M LACTOCE INTOLERANT?!?

Sir Arthur: Enough! Both of you! Stop acting like ruffians! This is no time to fight amongst ourselves, we should focus on the main problem at hand. Now, then. Everyone sit down.

They all complied and took their seats at the dining table. However, it was rather small and their wasn't enough seats. So Falspar just climbed on top of Dragato. Everyone seems unfazed by this, including sir Dragato himself.

Jecra: As expected of Sir Arthur...such a great leader!

Garlude: He's a man who takes charge and controls the situation....just like his father...

Sir Dragato: Of course! He's our leader afterall. With him, we'll be able to weed out traitors in no time!

Yamikage: Hey.

Sir Dragato: Oh hey, so as I was sayi-....

Dragato turns around to see a ninja hanging upside down from the ceiling, looking at him with a rather bored expression. Though his eyes quickly light up when they meet with Sir Arthur's. They both wave a little at each other before returning to their usual expressions.

Sir Dragato: .......I-

Yamikage: Hey, Dragato, Hey everyone.

Sir Falspar, waving from the top of Dragato's head: Hey Yamikage~!

Sir Nonsurat: Greetings to you too.

Galacta Knight: Hello!! T-that'll be the last time I talk, I gotta get back to my train of thought.

Jecra: Hey. Ninja.

Garlude: Hello, Yamikage. What were you doing up there?

Yamikage: Classified. I heard something about a traitor so I came down.

Sir Arthur: Oh no, there isn't a traitor-

Sir Dragato: THERE IS TO ME!!

Sir Arthur: Ah, we're just looking for the person who didn't go buy new milk after drinking it all. You'd be of great help! Come join us.

Yamikage: Hmph, I see. That's a rather silly thing to do for a man like you but I'll play along.

Sir Arthur: Now then, if we're all settled. I'd like to start with Sir Falspar first. You wake up the earliest out of all of us, not to mention you have a fondness for milk. Tell me, what did you do this morning at the kitchen?

Sir Falspar: Well alright......It goes like this.

Sir Dragato: ......Aren't you going to-

Sir Falspar: No no, leave something for the next part!

Sir Dragato: what? What do you mean by that-?!

[TO BE CONTINUED

when i feel like it -3-]

#kirby nintendo #my fiction #kirby fanfiction #my art #digital drawing #doodle #kirby right back at ya #hoshii no kaabii #galaxy soilder army #gsa #sir Falspar #sir Dragato #Sir Arthur #Sir Nonsurat #sir galahad #sir percival #sir lancelot #Jecra #Knuckle joe's father #Garlude #Yamikage #Who did it? #queued post

[charlesandmartine]

Tuesday 23rd April 2024

On our last morning on the Shamwari Game Reserve we were not permitted a lie in. Oh no, still lots to do. So we had a half hour warning at 06.30 to present ourselves for breakfast and then Raymond was to take us to the Shamwari Rehabilitation Centre to see what they do with defective animals. Unlike Born Free, the object is to fix the problem and get the animals back out into the wild where they belong, and frankly we were amazed at the time and dedication they were prepared to put into saving animals. This is an impressive new facility built as recently as 2018 for the Shamwari Game Reserve and it is an integral part of the conservation work they do on site. We saw a white rhino orphaned at birth so had been hand reared, being fed milk till 18 months old, with the plan that it'll be released when 2 years old. Being a wild animal it butts the keeper rather badly when the milk run is ready to be performed. They needed a routine to pacify the animal first before delivering the white stuff and the method devised is to blindfold him and put earmuffs on first. Rhino needed companionship, and surprisingly this is provided by Frank the sheep! They didn't get on initially but now they are inseparable.

This team is remarkable. They have Patrick the giraffe, abandoned at birth and reared also by hand. I imagined a giraffe at birth might possibly be the size of a giant stick insect. Apparently a new born giraffe is a good 2 meters tall! Patrick is doing fine. A new avenue for the centre is vultures. They have recently received some 50 or so vultures who have been injured and are now in the process of recovery. Vultures are useful in cleaning up carcasses and preventing rats and blowflies which restricts the spread of disease. A major success story was the surgery performed on a severely injured white rhino left for dead after poachers cut his horn off and basically leaving a hole in its head! Rhino are still very much sought by poachers who can get $1M for a horn in the US which buys an awful lot of corrupt officials turning blind eyes!

Other inmates are elephants, jackals and meerkats. These are long-term projects and release to the wild takes time, ensuring that the animal will be able to cope on its own.

We took a wide loop back to the lodge on the lookout for any animals we might have missed, but it was like the apocalypse had come, there were none to see! So we settled up, paid a vast amount in tips, jumped back into the VW (now exceedingly clean after the staff had valeted it) and roared off down the dusty road replacing the dust removed with a bucketload of fresh dust and out towards the main gate heading for Port Elizabeth and our replacement hotel; The Hacklewood Hill Country House, built 1898 for Mr & Mrs Mattingly. Now a five star Victorian boutique hotel somewhat favoured by Trailfinders I think. This is home for the night although we shall have to abandon it tomorrow morning in favour of a very early flight to Johannesburg and then on to Kasane in Botswana where we shall be transferred to the Chobe Game Reserve.

ps What a fantastic experience this section of our trip has been. Shamwari has been great both for service and terrific food we have been provided and also for the insight into the animals and their habitat we have been voyeurs to. To be feet away from the majesty of lions, the power and size of elephants, the height, grace and elegance of giraffes is absolutely mind blowing. To see close up the endangered, hunted, but thankfully protected rhino is quite awe inspiring. It is easy to forget that these animals are entirely wild, would easily kill you, but are in their natural environment and are living the life they deserve. After the recent rains the vegetation is so lush and green and the animals are loving it.

pps We have begun our course of anti malarial tablets essential because of the risk in Botswana. We have been warned of side effects!

ppps Superb meal tonight at the hotel. Ostrich steak, really nice and eating out here is so cheap!!

#Shamwari Rehabilitation Centre #Port Elizabeth

[paperclipninja]

1941 thoughts

Just finished re-watching ep 4, after getting side-tracked by the opening sequence last night that led me to this post about the significance of the music Bentley plays for Aziraphale, and I tell you, nothing can convince me that we're not going to get a third part to the 1941 story in season 3. NOTHING.

The 1941 sequence in season 1 gave us the beautiful moment with the books being saved, Crowley walking on actual fire (pretty much) for Aziraphale and was part of a series of flashbacks showing that Crowley shows up for Aziraphale time and time again. Lovely, heart feeling many things here (as is a certain angel it seems).

The 1941 minisode in season 2 is an immediate continuation of the scene from season 1, with grateful Aziraphale insisting there must be something he can do to repay Crowley *fans self*, we discover that hell caught on to Aziraphale and Crowley's alliance at this time and Aziraphale steps in to help Crowley out of a pickle with angry Mrs. H. But that's not all.

We hear Aziraphale call Crowley his friend, twice. First, when trying to placate Mrs. H by offering to fill in for the magic show 'on behalf of my...good friend here' and then back at the bookshop, after Crowley thanks Aziraphale for getting him off the hook, 'no need to thank me, that's what...friends are for'. This is a significant insight imo, Aziraphale almost catches himself on both occasions but rather than stopping himself, he allows the follow through without correction.

We also get the unwavering indulgence and support of Crowley for Aziraphale's magic show; from the practice and Crowley pre-game inspo speech in the bookshop, suggesting a bigger act, 'isn't there somewhere we can buy tricks?', to the amazing bullet catch. I know the bullet catch scene has been discussed a lot and I'm not going add any new insight there, so as has been confirmed and observed, this is the ultimate display of trust between the angel and demon (I mean, as we find out, if Aziraphale tells Crowley to 'trust me', he does!), showing us yet another aspect of their deepening relationship.

Cue the dressing room with the coupliest couple who ever didn't couple, a radiant Aziraphale interrupted by Furfur, whose attempt at a gotcha moment is thwarted by banana-fish-gorilla-shoelace-with-a-dash-of-nutmeg (Aziraphale getting Crowley out of a pickle yet again) and we find ourselves watching the two drinking wine over candlelight and toasting to shades of grey. Ok ok ok.

Both the bullet catch and the photo swap-out happened while the miracle blocker was on. Which means that both Crowley and Aziraphale were put in positions to protect the other using only themselves, their own skill and thinking. The throw back to season 1 paintball and knowing Crowley is not a fan of guns, and repeatedly seeing that Aziraphale isn't great at magic, simply emphasises how big a deal both those instances of stepping up for each other actually are. But they also show something else I think.

They demonstrate that Aziraphale and Crowley's ability to perform 'miracles' is attributed to more than them being an angel and demon with special powers. There is a role that will plays for each when required, perhaps the influence of their time with humanity, but also the power of connection. I was going to say love, and perhaps it is love too, but the connection Aziraphale and Crowley have to one another means that they want to ensure the other is safe, will take a risk and bet on themselves in a time of need because they trust each other and don't want to let the other down. Also something to consider when thinking about why their 'tiny half miracle' to hide Gabriel was so powerful (that's a whole different post though). So what's my point here?

The minisode ends with our two faves very relaxed and enjoying one another's company, but also knowing that the trust there is absolute and reciprocated when it matters. There was a bit of a revelation for Aziraphale at the end of the season 1 sequence, they're now very in sync and on the same page it seems at the end of the season 2 scene, but it still feels like there's another piece. There are so many references to 1941 and when you view the season 1 and season 2 1941 parts right after one another, they read as a self contained developing story.

But you know what stories have? A beginning, middle and end. Right now, it feels like we've only seen two of those. And I will remain on this hill until proven otherwise, because as the lyrics of 'Moonlight Serenade' (the tune playing in the Bentley at the opening of ep 4) say:

Let us stray till break of day in love's valley of dreams. Just you and I, a summer sky, a heavenly breeze kissin' the trees.

And there's still a whole night before daybreak, just saying.

#good omens #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #when I say I'm obsessed with the 1941 stuff I cannot emphasise just HOW obsessed #good omens spoilers #it's a whole story within a story with its own arc and I am dying because it's so good

[eaglefairy]

This is more like it! I finally have more to write about than just "we did sidequests"!

Started with a bang today, as Tranquil Morax locked on and started a battle immediately upon loading the game. I was expecting to hear the Sword Valley theme and nearly jumped out of my skin at instant You Will Know Our Names

Not sure if I've mentioned it before, but my roommate has quite the abysmal talent for the platforming in this game. Mechonis Field has many edges just perfect for falling (or accidentally jumping...) off of so our progress is going slowly, to say the least

Ok confession time: I've only ever used sword drones on Fiora, so I had no idea what shield drones or gun drones did. Shield on just Fiora is...cool? I guess?? It happened to be useful in exactly the battle we tried it out in (Hush Chop moment) but we both agreed that we wouldn't use it again

Then we tried gun drones and now my roommate won't use anything else

I wasn't actually looking at the screen when she did it, so all I heard was a truly massive number of hit sounds and my roommate's gleeful cackling. (She showed it to me again and I can agree that it is in fact spectacular)

First-ever use of a fall defence gem recorded when my roommate (extremely fall-prone in-game as discussed) went down the great battle scar for items

31 H ETHER FRAMES

oh this is a mess. This is just terrible.

So to explain: joysticks are funny like that in when you're shopping, it's very easy to nudge a direction and buy the maximum number of equipment pieces when you meant to buy just one. So that was 1 million+ gold down the drain

And of course selling back to the shop does not give you what you paid for it so I was like "just reset, it autosaved when you discovered the machina refuge"

Well first she loaded the last manual save again as opposed to the last autosave, so there was that minor heart attack again

Upon loading the autosave we found ourselves...at the great battle scar. Not at the refuge. Apparently it doesn't autosave when you discover that secret area?

Well no problem, we can just go back. Two steps taken and Sharla is sailing off the edge of the Mechonis. I die laughing forever

My roommate's takeaway from the Sharla flashback cutscenes is that Reyn isn't Gadolt, he's better than Gadolt

Oh good news she's completely forgotten who Zanza is. Egil mentioned him in the chapter 14 intro cutscenes and she literally said "who's that?"

This is the point where Alvis first brings up the true Monado stuff while Shulk is dreaming in Memory Space and I can tell she didn't quite know what to think of it. She was definitely startled by Zanza being "the progenitor of the Homs"

What intrigued me though is the implication that Vanea might not actually know the truth about Zanza and Arglas. Of course, it's likely she's being purposely obtuse so as not to overload the party with information while they still don't trust her (or so that the writers don't give the game away to the audience too early)

Vanea's design is absolutely throwing my roommate off. (I am long since used to the robot titties so it doesn't faze me anymore. and it's definitely not worse than anything in the second game!)

And we finished the night by doing a little affinity grinding to get Sharla and Fiora and Fiora and Melia up to pink (but not, unfortunately, Sharla and Melia) and a little colony 6 reconstruction. Overall a very productive day!

#xenoblade chronicles 1 #roommate chronicles part 1 #fun day! honestly I'm impressed we made it through all of mechonis field in one play session

[ysabelmystic]

Please tell me about the boat story. Oh and can you also tell me why your family made you get drunk when you were a kid I forgot to ask about that

Okay so basically my grandparents had a time share in at those old condo Hawaii thanks to my grandpa’s “service” in the navy. Every other year, all six of us would cram ourselves into this one-bedroom condo and spend a week or two fucking around on the beaches of Kauai. This particular year, we got to do something Extra, and go on a snorkeling tour out at the more remote islands. A tour complete with an 8 hour round trip boat ride, fancy sandwiches and fresh fruit, and unlimited mai tais.

So, for background, my grandpa is the most obnoxious, self-absorbed dumbass I’ve ever met. He wants to be Elon Musk, he’s a flat-earther, he’s an mlm hon who tries to sell his products to strangers in public, he tried to cure his skin cancer with essential oils, he’s ex military, he cooks hamburgers to rare, he’s Chevy Chase in national lampoons vacation franchise, he makes a 500+ photo long slideshow every holiday that includes his cousins open casket funeral and pictures of the car vs train accident that killed them, he flirts with waitresses, he gets mad if you out-pun him, he thinks the silent treatment is a punishment, he’s friends with a local self-taught artist who draws like the average 5th grader (it’s not a stylistic choice), he maims squirrels for fun, he tailgates cars on purpose, he hates animals… basically, his greatest contribution to the world will be dying since he’ll no longer be a waste of oxygen. And what does a waste of oxygen do on a boat ride with unlimited mai tai’s?

Get fucking CRUNK of course

Now, not only did the tour have fancy sandwiches, but they also had unlimited red Hawaiian Punch. That drink was a forbidden and thus very coveted thing in my house so my brother and I probably drank 8 cans apiece. We also ran into rough seas during the last leg of the trip. I guess my grandma took one for the team because she somehow ended up below deck with two sleepy, seasick children on her lap.

This, unfortunately for us all, now meant that my grandpa was left unsupervised.

I don’t know how long we were knocked out for, but I woke up to my mom standing over us, whispering to my grandma with a very concerned look on her face. (Fake names from this point).

“Bev? Bev. Bev. Your husband is-“

The loudspeakers turned on and she was interrupted by the captain.

“Sir! What you’re doing is just stupid. If you fall in the ocean, we will not be coming back to help you. I repeat; we will not stop this trip to save you. Get back in the boat and stop being stupid.”

Silence.

“Don’t do that again”

Queue my mom and grandma looking absolutely fucking mortified.

Apparently that dumbass saw the waves and thought it’d be fun to walk the plank. Every time the boat went down off the back of a wave, he’d jump, and somehow, he did this several times without actually falling into the water.

My grandma does not believe in showing emotion. After getting off the boat she was the maddest I’ve ever seen her. She ripped the keys out of her husbands hand, pushed him into the back seat, and drove him to the condo while the rest of us went out for dinner.

Quite frankly I wish he had fallen off the boat, and the captain had followed through. Because the next time we went to Hawaii, he spent a 9 mile hiking trip harassing different people to buy his mlm granola bars and vitamins since his “business” had just gone international…

Anyways… to answer the other question.

My parents believed that wine knowledge was an important life skill. So when I was like 12 I was allowed to have tiny sips of wine, and at 15, once or twice a week, I’d get a half glass of wine with dinner (occasionally more if I agreed to help my mom grade papers).

At 17 I was allowed to have alcohol whenever the family was drinking (so like if my mom made margaritas on a Friday night I would be allowed a margarita or two) so I wouldn’t go overboard when I got ahold of it in college.

Unfortunately this did not stop me from going overboard I just knew that 1) I could be very productive after 2-4 shots of rum and 2) the optimal “good time” range was 5-8 shots and that’s how I lowkey became an alcoholic until I discovered weed!

[the-himawari]

A3! Tsukioka Tsumugi - Translation [N] Sunny Blanc

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Tsumugi: I’m home.

Azuma: Welcome back. What a beautiful flower you have there.

Tasuku: Did you go to the flower shop again today?

Tsumugi: I still have my subscription, after all.

Hisoka: That one where you can buy one flower a day, right?

Homare: Has the flower shop’s subscription piqued your interest as well, Hisoka-kun?

Hisoka: I’d be interested if there was a marshmallow subscription.

Tsumugi: Fufu, it would be great if there was a marshmallow subscription out there.

Guy: The flowers Tsukioka receives everyday are nice and bright.

Azuma: They’re pretty and cheer you up.

Tsumugi: I’m happy if you say so too. Anyways, this came to me at the flower shop earlier… But we create and receive bouquets in our upcoming show, don’t we? To prepare for our roles, how about we take requests from the other members and actually try making bouquets ourselves?

Homare: Hm, so you are going to something like a bouquet specialty store, so to say.

Tasuku: The role I play doesn’t make nor receive any bouquets… But, well, I guess that’s fine.

Guy: We must make them while considering our budget.

Tsumugi: Ah, that’s true. This role study might get pretty pricey depending on the case.

Azuma: Leave that to me.

Tsumugi: Eh, but…

Hisoka: If Azuma says so, then it’ll be fine.

Tsumugi: …Alright, we’ll count on you then.

Azuma: Fufu, no problem.

-pause-

*knock, knock*

Tsumugi: Come in.

*door opens*

Itaru: Morn’.

Tsumugi: Good morning, Itaru-kun. What’s the matter?

Itaru: The thing is… sorry this is so sudden, but I’d like you to make a bouquet, Tsumugi.

Tsumugi: A bouquet…?

Itaru: I have to bring one for a client tonight, but I’ve been working so much overtime lately it totally slipped my mind. I doubt I’ll have time to go to a flower shop today either… So can I ask you to do me this favour?

Tsumugi: You’ve been busy these days, huh, Itaru-kun… I don’t have my tutoring job today. If you’re alright with me, then I’ll take care of it.

Itaru: For reals? I owe you my life…! Seriously, thanks.

Tsumugi: Fufu, you’re welcome.

Itaru: Btw, the recipient’s a guy. It’s for his retirement celebration.

Tsumugi: If it’s for a retirement celebration, then I’m thinking yellow, orange, and green for the colours.

Itaru: You have such a strong grasp on this stuff, huh?

Tsumugi: I just learned it naturally since I love flowers. By the way, is there a colour you’d like to include, Itaru-kun? Like a colour that the retiree evokes…

Itaru: Umm, blue?

Tsumugi: Blue, huh…

Itaru: Is that colour a bust?

Tsumugi: Ah, not at all! That’s not what I meant… I’ll give it a try.

Itaru: As long as you don’t force yourself. Err, crap. I gotta get going… It’s on the way, so I’ll drop by the dorm in the evening to pick up the bouquet.

Tsumugi: Alright, I’ll prepare it by then. (If it’s for a retirement, then I suppose positive flower language would be fitting.) (There’s not many blue flowers in the first place, so I have to go search as soon as possible.)

-pause-

Tsumugi: (I’m glad I found find the perfect flowers for the occasion.) (I also purchased the wrapping paper and ribbon, so let’s make the bouquet right away.) (It’s a bit drab with only blue flowers, so I’ll add some brightly-coloured ones too… After aligning the lengths, bundle it into a bouquet shape and wrap it up… there.) (Decorate it with a ribbon and place it in a special bouquet bag…) Yay, finished!

-pause-

Tsumugi: Here’s the bouquet you requested.

Itaru: Thanks. You seriously saved me. The bouquet’s beautiful. I’m sure he’ll absolutely love it.

Tsumugi: Fufu, I’m glad I could help.

Itaru: Ah, sorry. I’m in a rush, so I’ll thank you later.

Tsumugi: Sure, take care. (I hope he enjoys the bouquet.)

-pause-

Itaru: I’m back.

Tsumugi: Ah, Itaru-kun. Welcome home.

Itaru: Tsumugi, I seriously owe you for today. He totally loved it. He was saying it was flashy, pretty, and he was impressed with the rare blue flowers.

Tsumugi: Really? That’s great.

Itaru: Ah, right. Here… I got some baked sweets from the client, so I’ll share my loot with you.

Tsumugi: Eh? You’re the one who received them, Itaru-kun. You don’t need to give me this many…!

Itaru: Nope, this isn’t even enough to cover how much you helped me. I’m gonna thank you properly with something else later. So just take this as a token of my appreciation for now.

Tsumugi: …Alright. I’ll take them gratefully then.

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