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Climate change has made many natural disasters worse than they were before, especially hurricanes, tornados, wildfires, and flooding. So I am curious:
Please reblog for more votes!
In the Tags: you answer + general area you live in. No need to be too specific.
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We were so robbed of Ed being a passive aggressive little shit about wanting Stede to propose and it going right over Stede's head btw
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whenever i feel self conscious about sharing my sketch work i have to remind myself that this is my sketch vs final for a lot of my skirt designs lol
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Alecto postponed means more time to gaslight myself about Anastasia and Alecto
I think they should have a pool scene too
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I love this because like 99% of this kind of paleoart is patriarchal Man the Hunter type fantasies but these guys are just like “fuck it we’re outta here”
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Okay because the folks on the @sweater-cat2 poll were saying the responses weren't sufficient, let's expand those numbers a bit.
I'm going to define "skein" as "equivalent to a full skein even if it's made up of eight little yarn balls left over from various projects" so make an estimate based on that.
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“Why are you circling?”
“I need to find a better parking spot.”
The parking lot stretches on for miles, and the entire back half is empty as a bucket in a drought. You look at the driver, perplexed and perhaps a little bit afraid. “There’s plenty of open spots back there.”
“I know.”
“You hike on the weekends. For fun. I run marathons.”
“True.”
“We can walk an extra fifteen feet to get out of the car a little sooner.”
But there is no reply. The driver is deep in the grips of Asphalta, who is a neutral god, neither good nor evil, only single-minded in her pursuit of her sole portfolio. A parking spot must be found. The best parking spot. To give up the parking spot to another is to betray her ideals. To steal a parking spot before it can be occupied is to make sacrifice.
She doesn’t care how many open spots there are, only that her faithful find the best of them. And if sometimes that means blocking sidewalks or stealing spaces supposedly reserved for management, or mall police, or any number of other groups, that’s fine by her.
We never said she was a nice god.
She costs more time than she saves, requiring endless circles and searches that could be skipped entirely if a more remote slot were to be selected. By the time one of her truest adherents had claimed the perfect place and slipped into it, the sales are exhausted, the shelves bare, the passengers bored and immune to the parking fever that has gripped their driver. And yet the warm glow of her approval will wash all the disappointment and darkness away. All will be forgiven, in Asphalta’s embrace.
But don’t try to sneak into a handicapped spot if you don’t need it. She will see what you have done, and she will not forgive you for it.
Beware the wrath of the goddess who controls your ability to park, unless you really enjoy peeing in your car.
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A lucky capybara has given you a blessing! ✨ May it last the whole year and more!
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I'm turning 30 this month, and for some reason have become suddenly interested in material possessions. like what if,,,,,,,,my couch was nice. what if my sheets were nice. is this what happens to you??
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Okay but so much of the character of Sam Vimes is influenced by him being a former alcoholic tho. I don’t think it’s possible to discuss his unbreakable moral code without also discussing his addiction.
There is significant parallels between how he does not touch alcohol EVER starting from Men at Arms and every other ways that he holds himself accountable in the books.
One minute late to storytime with his child would be one minute too much, because once you excuse one minute late then you can excuse five, ten, and then fifteen minutes late. -> one drink is too many drinks because one drink « tends to arrive in five glasses ».
« If you do a bad thing for a good reason you’ll do it for a bad one », « If one part of the machine breaks down it all breaks down » and « who watches the watchman? Me. » are all different ways of saying that Vimes cannot allow himself to make even one exception in how he behaves. Will not, yes, and that’s very admirable, but this will not is the result of a CAN NOT because what would happen if he did is not, in fact, unthinkable. On the contrary, he knows very well what would happen if he did break one of his many rules, and this is exactly why he doesn’t break them.
« One drink is one too many » is basically the center of his character’s moral code. And it hits so hard because he’s not being rigid for the fun of it, he’s like that because he knows. It’s a sliding slope and he’s been on it and at the bottom of it and he KNOWS how quickly it slides.
And it’s so interesting to see how he applies that core concept to all other aspects of his life, cultimating into the guarding dark.
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Some gideon the ninith, arriving at canaan house
I cause tlt brainrot again.
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drew 6 pages of ianthe getting rejected because i am sane
(ignore the inconsistencies this took way too long ! i've been working on this since last year)
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Pretty wild that the french language is a descendant of latin. Like not only is it a domesticated version of vulgar latin, but, like, the pug version of it. Specifically selectively bred for the purpose of being cute and useless. Arbitrary spelling and frilly pronunciation to the point where nobody notices if you only pronounce two thirds of the letters and not a single consonant. Language so imprecise that you have to be a native speaker or an university linguistic professor to have any confidence in your assumption that you know what the fuck someone is saying.
How the fuck is french like "oh no, I can only fit like 21 unique words into my cute little vocabulary, so all of them need to have like 35 separate meanings, and you have to listen to my distressed snortling really carefully to deduct from context whether the word 'bouton' in this sentence means a doorknob, flower bud, button, pimple, or a secret fifth thing that I just made up! ó^ò"
Meanwhile latin, long dead and still haunting us, pulls its bloody head out of a mammoth carcass mouth full of gore like "I have a specific verb for aggressively penetrating a man's left nostril."
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