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quaranmine · 10 months

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losing my mind a little at these stupid people on twitter who are convinced that everybody is lying about the poor air quality in the us and canada being caused by wildfire smoke, and it is ACTUALLY some shadowy/govt conspiracy group trying to poison everybody

i feel like i am losing braincells as we speak

their main point for this being "actually poison and not smoke" is that the air does not "smell smoky." they're like "it smells like chemicals! it smells like burning plastic! it's so acrid! this cannot be smoke!"

first of all....fires can burn a lot of things besides just plain wood? if it has destroyed homes or human development, it has burned A LOT of different materials that may include plastics, rubber tires, chemically treated wood/materials, sealants, etc. other compounds can also be formed through combustion--heat can cause chemical reactions! this is one reason why smoke inhalation is a risk, because in addition to the ever-present risk of particular matter (PM2.5 especially) it can carry other gaseous pollutants. literally just google "why does wildfire smoke smell like chemicals" and the answer is: they also release volatile organic compounds. there's tons of gaseous compounds in smoke, it's been studied over and over.

like i understand the fear of "omg this doesnt smell like my campfire!" but it literally takes just one google search and the most basic understanding of things burning in large quantities to explain why it smells like chemicals. i dont expect people to be environmental scientists or experts in the subject or know this off the top of their head. it is completely normal and rational to get freaked out by this. but how conspiracy-brained do you have to be to IMMEDIATELY assume there is some Widespread Multi-National Secret Plot to poison american citizens instead of just...fires smell bad??????

like no, this isn't normal. the fire season is worse than usual this year. it IS normal to have a fire season (fire is a normal part of ecosystems) and for some years to be worse than others, but it IS being exacerabated by climage change. more frequent droughts, hotter temperatures, and drier weather can all increase the severity of fires. it sadly looks like this summer will be very bad. if you want to get "conspiratorial" about it, look no further than the usual suspects of climate change: industrial pollution, corporations, oil company lobbying, etc.

but as for the air quality in the US and Canada RIGHT NOW, no you are not being poisoned by a shadowy conspiracy organization that the media is lying to you about, you are just. experiencing pollution.

#environmental science with quara

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nbroyalty · 10 months

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So since the Good-Omens-Season-2-Leak-Fandom-War has started to calm a little in the past week or so, I'd like to calmly share my thoughts on the matter:

(ALSO OBVIOUS SPOILER WARNING, I WILL BE GOING OVER BREIFLY ABOUT THE LEAK, SO IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT, DONT CONTINUE READING THIS POST AND EITHER:

A. GET OFF OF ALL GOOD OMENS MEDIA FOR A GOOD BIT IN CASE IT IS STILL OUT THERE (ESPECIALLY TIKTOK AND TWITTER)

B. GO HUNT DOWN THE LEAK YOURSELF SINCE ITLL BE BETTER TO SEE IT THAN TO HEAR ABOUT IT

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

I send my condolences to the living author, everybody working on the show, and anyone who didn't want to see the spoiler and are quite upset about it. I sympathize with you and understand that it fucking sucks to be spoiled (thanks amazon prime...)

On the other hand, I myself went out of my way to find the leak since I have no self control (if you're looking for it, search up the leak on YouTube and scroll through a few vids) and it has only further pushed my excitement for season two. I cannot wait to see the scene because all we have gotten to see was a small, blurry quip of the scene (or at least me from what I had found) and it is only pushing my love for the show, Aziraphale, and Crowley even more (thanks amazon prime!)

I've also come across many tiktoks talking about their excitement, but going out of their way to talk about wanting to see a kiss scene between them forever, causing a small spark in the community that only pushed the wildfire from the leak.

Let me be clear: They do NOT need a kiss scene to express their love, being ace, supernatural beings. I'm not saying they shouldn't have one and that I'm upset about it, if anything the opposite is true, but I hate that a good portion of the fandom feels like it is required. I would be just excited about them holding hands, or hugging, or even having one of their heads on the other's shoulder.

We don't NEED a kiss scene, but we WANT a kiss scene, if that makes any sense.

Again, I send comfort and apologies to the authors (dead or alive since Gaiman apparently said before it had always meant to be a romantic piece of media) for this being leaked and having no control over the wildfire, but I hope this doesn't sour or dampen anyone's mood when season 2 comes out.

#good omens season 2 #good omens #gos2 #gos2 leak #gos2 spoilers #neil gaiman #terry pratchett

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nidailylife · 9 months

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8.20.2023. Backyard walk souvenirs. #clouds #trees #shrubs #rain

Everyone expecting Hurricane Hillary to hit Los Angeles today. Here beside the Angeles National Forest to report that it just started raining, less than an hour ago.

I know everyone's a little scared, but i remember back when LA used to get heavy rains every winter. I remember flooded roads every year and a few rare flooded houses. We used to joke about how out-of-towners would come to LA for a sunny Christmas, completely unaware that winter could be rainy every day for us, during the entire season. 😅🎄🌧 LA will withstand heavy rain. We used to do it all the time.

Now heavy winds....I dont know about. But i do know that my parents grew up where tropical storms were frequent, and we didn't do anything to reinforce our LA suburb house this week. I hope everyone can afford to be equally unconcerned.

In the past couple decades, people have been building houses encroaching past wilderness preservation guidelines. This is how so many houses burned during the SoCal wildfires. Builders ignored safety standards for how distant a house should be from the foothills forests. I've lived in the foothills for many years, and I've seen flooding miss my house by just one neighbor. It's a very close border between a house safe during extreme weather, vs a a house that's not. So to all those who bought a house built in the past decade, that's right up against the foothill forests, i hope you're ok. I know we have to clear the brush around our houses to protect from brushfires, but i hope there are enough plant roots in the soil to prevent any rain flood from becoming mudslides. Because that used to be a thing we'd have to worry about in LA, back when we'd get rain every winter.

I hope the reservoirs fill up. I hope its managers have done some new prep to catch even more water. I've grown up here with constant drought warnings. It'd be nice to just enjoy this rain water and not have to worry about much of its other side effects.

#walk souvenirs #clouds #rain #plants #trees #shrubs #los angeles

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chesedelhim · 2 years

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i know spring doesnt start til april but come ON its late february there should not still be snow on the ground

#fire.txt #NOT looking forward to the extreme amount of fucking flooding we're gonna have this year only to immediately get crashed into another gddam #n fucking drought and wildfire season bad enough to fill my fucking trailer with smoke again #i hate this #i drive up into my mountains and the cascades and all i see is dried lake beds and the burn scars on the trees that are still standing and #the growth Struggling its way back up and all i see through that is people who dont give a shit about how much old growth we lose #how many significant species the habitat loss. the loss of plants and wildlife and things that fucking matter #as long as it puts another fuckin dollar in their pockets #im sick of it! im mad!

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orcelito · 3 years

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Yo I am sick and tired of living during catastrophic times

Can politicians fucking do smth about global warming already?? Or are their heads too far up their asses in denial to bother empathising with all the people dying of their negligence?

#speculation nation #no need to answer. i know what the answer is.#saw a post on the record setting head in many regions and i am just like #i wanna stop seeing this around. stop Experiencing it #tho the extreme heat in the midwest was like two weeks ago. now we have a ton of thunderstorms #but im sure it'll return #and im worried about the west coast. which is gonna be hit hard by this #and there keeps being such severe wildfire seasons every year and this year is no exception #and i have several friends living over there so i am Worried.#and just in general. it's horrifying.#there is so much evidence for climate change. and even if there wasnt like what's the big deal with trying to take care of the world?#those capitalist pig politicians dont have a lick of empathy or consideration for poor people. aka the people who are hit hardest by it all #the rich people can afford to buy boats while the rest of us drown #metaphorically rn of course. but who knows about the distant future lol #they value money over lives. if and action gets them even One dollar more they dont care if it kills hundreds #it gets me so angry. quite frankly some heads deserve to roll.#death ment/#sorry about the random politics post. woke up from a nap and saw that and got livid #dont worry this is how i feel All the time ❤

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se0kluvr · 5 years

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bought some masks nd im insecure

#just ordered some black surgical masks for flu season #it's starting i feel it in my bones & i wanna be prepared #i ride the bus to go college nd there's ppl sniffling coughing around me lately #plus the cold weather is making my throat hurt so i bought some on a whim #im just insecure bc ik it's a common thing to use in korea/asia in general and #i dont wanna be clowned as a kboo fhghjkl #im doing this for my health but ik my friends will clown me dghjkl #plus im insecure about how I'll look bc ive never worn one & i just hope i dont look stupid #had to order some bc theyre not common in stores in cali ?? which idk why #we get flu season pretty hard & in the summer there's wildfires in the mountains #and my city is so close to the mountains to the point where uf there's a fire #there's ash in the air! and guess what? we all just breath it in!#bc masks arent common here fhfgnk #seeing ppl breathe in bad air like that just makes me so anxious #anyways i stocked up on masks for the spring & summer #personal

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ursie · 2 years

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I find it so funny how the "favorite season" is so reliant on where you live

Like I live in the desert so summer inherently sucks ass(120° with NO clouds causes so many damn migraines and sun burns you straight up can't leave your house. Also as someone who has had their electricity cut of b4 that should be a fucking human rights violation + monsoons which r great aesthetically but mosquitoes suck and So Many Car Crashes) fall/spring are the same thing and it's livable weather that is also a usually still uncomfortably hot(migraines but less) and winter lasts 2 weeks but it's nice to not have to use the ac(it gets like 30° minimum at night)

So literally everyone I know has the winter of fall as their favorite season (because it's the one least likely to kill you or your pets. Those 'dont leave things in your car' PSAs are NOT joking + everyone is a complete asshole during summer and it's completely understandable) but my cousins from Oregon HATE winter and like summer

I'm sure I had a point to this but it ended up just being about how much the desert sucks. At least we don't have to deal with many natural disasters other than wildfires(oh yeah. Those ALSO make summer suck severely. No trees in most places- I live in a valley- but brush fires start so quickly)

Omg that does sound awful and literally it’s like. Completely reliant on where you live like in the Midwest it’s kinda relative because every season sucks we get. All the weather 😭 all the disasters especially if you live near water. That said I would literally never live in a desert I just would get too warm 😭

#you’re literally so valid anon #anon #asks

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bonesofapoet · 4 years

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Blood of the Holy

[matt murdock x you]

author’s note: hey hi hello, if some of you recognize this format + writing style but not the blog, i used to share my work on my main @ladyofstardvst and caved on making a writing blog. yall dont need to sift through my non-writing shit just to find my work. i’ve never written for this nerd before but here we are with a study of a sort! be kind! i take requests now! tw for blood, implied violence, swearing

word count: 1894

ao3: here

Most people couldn’t stand the neon in the dark.

It was garishly bright, it was harsh, it was annoying at best. The sign would blink and linger behind your eyelids, stain the shadows in the dark like sunspots, make an impression that washed out the relaxing calm, the blanket of the night.

It keeps most people awake, Matt Murdock explained on that very first night. It doesn’t bother me, obviously. Take the bed. It’s not as noticeable in the bedroom.

But it didn’t bother you either. The contrast caught your eye on the second night; the colors would paint the monochromatic neutral tones of the apartment, how they would mix and melt into the chipped brick walls, the trim, the beams of the ceiling. How if you were in the right place – the right cushion on the couch, far enough back into the kitchen – it looked like a painting come alive right before your eyes. Something that would go on to live in a local indie gallery, something inspired by vaporwave, or whatever they were calling neon nostalgia these days.

Still. Silent. Chiaroscuro. Art in the wild.

It was like clockwork, the blinking. The colors coming and going at the first peek of evening shadow, only to blink right off at the first knock of the sun’s rays on the horizon.

After the third, fourth, tenth, twentieth nights it had become a comfort of sorts, namely for the days Matt Murdock wasn’t there to press you into the wall and kiss you senseless, or weave each other stories under the moonlight with a nest of blankets and concrete beneath you. When he wasn’t there to ghost his fingertips over your skin as you drifted off to sleep, so painfully content that you always wondered if this beautiful man with a devastating secret would be the end of you.

You never knew, but he often asked himself the same thing.

Then there were days that damned neon was the only constant about Matt Murdock, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Daredevil.

Moments of lovesick peace would only last so long.

Your skin would crawl on the nights sleep wouldn’t come. Mug of tea, coffee, something stronger cradled in your hands while your mind wandered, your feet wandered, your eyes drifted around this space of his, this little hideaway of yours. You would always hear him before you saw him, adrenaline spiked and oh so weary. Some nights he was covered in so much blood you didn’t know where it ended and his own crimson suit began.

“You’re still awake,” he would say, scowl tugging his mouth down, always sounding surprised. As if it was unusual, for you to be restless on the nights he donned devil horns to go hunting.

And you’re still alive, would be your reply.

He would stay close until dawn. You would gravitate toward him just the same, moths to flame, flowers to the sun. Conversations were hazy and hushed in the early morning-late night blur. They walked that fine fragile line between this is not okay, Matt, and you know you can’t shove me away as easily as everyone else, you stubborn ass.

Unspoken vs spoken. Horror vs love.

Clockwork, nonetheless.

Until one day, the clock shattered.

Matt Murdock doesn’t come home.

Then it’s days. Weeks slipped into months. Months slipped into a blend of minutes, moments, denial casually catching hold within as you found yourself still in his apartment – your little hideaway - watching the steady blink blink blink of the neon sign through the dirty, frosted window panes of the kitchen. Then the living room, then the kitchen counter. Cold tea, day old bitter coffee, something stronger untouched and unloved in the mug that hung loosely in your hands.

Those feelings of heartache and unease and an angry I fucking told you so lingered at the back of your mind, the tip of your tongue. The last time you saw him had been reenacted so many times, it began to feel like a dream. A nightmare. The flesh made into ghosts. Phantom lips brushed yours in such a gentle, such an urgent way that your pulse began to spike at the memory. The loss. The longing.

You thought about how you had gotten here, of all places, here – this apartment, this man’s life, both of you entwined with secrets and lies that could end both of you forever-

Everything was safer in the dark. What Matt Murdock hadn’t known – well. That wasn’t how he had met his end, after all.

It was almost too much to think about, on some occasions.

Until one day, when the clock began to tick once more.

You heard him before you saw him, the familiar cadence of his footsteps descended from above. The quiet slide of the roof access door snicked open and closed in the unholy hours of the night, the unholy hours of the morning.

The silence was new, however, and your eyes drifted up to see a shadow at the top of the staircase, frozen and tense and so very familiar.

“You’re still awake,” he said, and the tears were suddenly there; the ones that could never come, the ones that never seemed to leave. They were present, and the noise that left your throat wasn’t coherent, wasn’t normal, but a strangled laugh escaped your lips anyway.

“You’re still alive,” you replied. If not for the routine, your answer wouldn’t have been so intelligible. “You’re alive.” came the raspy whisper.

His silhouette nodded, began to limp down the stairs into the apartment proper. Began to finish his long journey back to you, back to everything, really. The mug in your hands was no more – placed safely, if not hastily – on the table, and you met him halfway.

“Yeah,” he said, voice quiet and so very hesitant as he clawed off the scarf covering his eyes. “I’m alive.”

There’s the hint of a smile that catches in the neon blink, one that you dreamt of sometimes, on the long nights. Shared breaths, lovesick grins, stray tears being gently brushed away followed in a fog, in a rush, in slow motion that threatened to dismantle so many things about his time away.

And then -

“Where the fuck have you been?”

He’s holding your waist, fingertips splayed, grip firm if only to convince himself that finally – finally, he’s here, you’re here, you're together. Your own hands slid to his shoulders, but you stepped back to keep him a few inches away.

Your gaze was hot and strong and analytical – Matt could feel your eyes as they saw bruised skin, torn clothes, battered, bloody knuckles. He’s been in worse shape, both you and he knew that, but he also knew he was no drawing, no painting, nothing close to a work of art worthy of a museum either. There were bloody, violent masterpieces under guard at the Louvre more worthy than he.

Had he asked you, you would have disagreed.

He can’t see the sorrow drowning the color of your eyes or the way softness carved a home on your expression, carefully melting away the tension, the anger, the fear. He can’t see you, but he does and even after all this time he still knew how to read the air around your mood shifts and the lilt of your voice. Still knew that after all he’s put you through – he felt a weight lift off his shoulders, Atlas freed at last.

He may have lost touch with many things, many people, but not once had he ever lost you.

“I’m sorry,” he began, emotion becoming thicker in his voice with every breath, every word that tumbled past his lips. It had always unsettled him, how you could unearth what he tried to hide, tried to bury.

Moths to flame, flowers to the sun.

He condensed the happenings since the building collapse after his stint with the Defenders, his words spilling out quick and quiet, rushed and worried.

But if he hadn’t finished what he started, what was he doing here? What was he doing with you? Why now?

“Let me – let me get this straight. Were you going to let us think you died, until – when? You got your shit together? Killed Fisk?” his fingers tightened where they held you, unseeing eyes wandered anywhere and everywhere except right in front of him, right on you. You knew that look. Your voice softened. “Or were you just going to disappear? Like this meant nothing – like this means nothing? And as grateful as I am that you are – why are you here, Matt?”

He shook his head, ignored the cracks that broke open his heart like dropped glass. Your name spilled from his lips like a holy hymn that golden haloed angels could never hope to sing. No one could recreate the most divine sound in all of creation. Matt Murdock would always swear you were a goddess incarnate, no matter how sinfully blasphemous it was. “You mean everything.” he pulled you into him, moved so his face was close to yours.

“It’s not that simple,” he said after, and you deflated in an instant. The amount of times a variation of this conversation had been voiced between you – you would never know. It was like a renegade wildfire: possible to lessen, impossible to tame.

It was as quick as the changing of the seasons, how he took on the urgency you’ve only witnessed a handful of times - when he allowed you in the presence of Daredevil himself. You remembered what he asked of you lifetimes ago, between hushed words and bloody gauze, hands slick with red and a needle poised between your fingertips. How if danger ever came to your door, you would listen and you would trust, and you would let him do whatever it took to keep you safe.

To keep you both safe, you tried to correct. He would nod, and you would ignore that he never agreed to such a thing.

“We need to go,” was all he said, but you knew. You remembered.

The strongest jolt of fear slammed into you, bleeding a black and white, us and them mentality. It threatened to smother the blinking neon, the bright washes of blue and white felt muted, felt so very distant when you realized that someone was coming here, someone figured it out, figured it all out.

Oh.

That wasn’t the answer you hoped for.

Us vs them.

“So it’s finally happening.”

Matt’s hands fell away from you, one slid to twine your hands together and squeezed. He was solid, he was grounding. You looked into his eyes. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you,” he took his free hand, lifted it to brush your cheek with tattered knuckles, bruises blossomed like night blooming flowers. He left a trail of soft burning flames when he traced a path down to your jaw where he stopped and cupped your face ever so gently. “That’s the one promise I knew I’d never break.”

Fear melted away when you closed the distance to kiss him, felt that heavy soul twine with yours; all was suddenly right with the world for the first time in a long time, even if the anguish of this city was about to come crashing down on your shoulders all over again. It tore at your heart, this kiss, because it was so very reminiscent of the first time he ever kissed you. Bright eyes, flushed faces, the thrill of something new ignited all around you. The future painted with vivid neon instead of muted pastels. It felt bittersweet, and you knew down in the marrow of your bones that this could very well be the last thing you would ever share with Matt Murdock, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Daredevil.

“I know,” you whispered against his lips. “I trust you.”

Once those words were in the open, there was no going back.

Your secret could wait.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock imagine #daredevil imagine #matt murdock oneshot #daredevil oneshot #matt murdock #daredevil #charlie cox #kas writes #marvel imagine #marvel one shot

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help-i-need-a-cool-username · 4 years

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So the RWBY birthdays are released and its got me thinking:

Does this trash the team RWBY becomes all four Maidens theory?

I dont think so.

1. i dont think they had all the birthdays picked out. With them not releasing them till vol 8 makes me think they created them pretty recently. And weve know Ruby's was on Halloween for ages

2. This could be foreshadowing.

All four of them have birthdays during a different season, just not the ones we thought they were going to be the Maiden of

Yang's is in summer (July). Yang's name means "Sun". One Yang's allusions is the concept of Yang (think yin-yang). Yang (the allusion) represents many things including light and heat. Yang's semblance involves catching herself on fire, and fire is the main source of light and warmth. And part of her name means "dragon," you know the creature that breathes fire? All of this reinforces Yang's personality yes, but lets look a little farther. What is July known for? Being the brightest and hottest month of the year, and being the main month of summer. Summer, the season of unrestricted sun. The season of unrelenting heat. The season of wildfires. Even the season of campfires if you wanna keep stretching.

But most importantly Summer is the name of her mother. Both her chosen mother and the one who raised her. And Yang is Summer's daughter. Many of us believe Summer was the Summer Maiden, just going off the naming pattern of known Maidens. So Summer died or dies, and in her last moments she thinks of her daughters. And Yang is the one shes thinking of in the moment that she goes. Maybe theyve been dormant inside Yang since Summer's death, or maybe Summer is still alive.

Blake is Yang's opposite. Literately the Yin to her Yang. Yin represents darkness and cold, Winter's two defining features. Yin is silence as well, something that is can be heard in winter as the animals are gone. And most importantly, winter is the opposite month to summer.

So how does she get it? I hate to say it but looking at the situtaion that is Volume 8 for Penny isnt good. First you have the obvious: Penny is a robot, and Ironwood has the off switch. Secondly we know there will be several Pinocchio elements this volume (giant whale anyone?). And lastly she has a huge target on her, not just from Ironwood but also Salem's side.

Ruby is on the receiving end of a one-sided rivalry with Cinder, the Fall Maiden. Ruby has defeated Cinder twice now, and as time goes on we see Cinder slipping. Its a pretty good bet that if Cinder died itll be in battle, and if Cinder can chose itll be against Ruby. The transfer will happen via the last person you saw.

Ruby also has several things in her favor that has already been shown to us. 1) Her name. "Ruby Rose" = "Red Red". The naming pattern for Maidens is either having the exact word in your name, having a word that strongly associates with that season, or a color associated with that season. "Pyrrha" meant red, and so does "Ruby". 2) Team RNJR. Ruby quite literally replaced Pyrrha, a Fall Maiden. 3) Her colors. Red: one of the more dominant leaf colors in fall. Black: the color of death, and fall is the season of decay.

This leaves Weiss with Spring, which is her birth season. Although many think of spring as warm, the reality is its cold. It can continue to snow into June in some places. Fall on average has warmer temperature then spring. How she gets these powers from Raven I have no idea. Maybe Raven is dying in Yang's/Qrow's arms and because Yang has been taken Spring goes to Weiss, as she was in Raven's line of sight. Or maybe Weiss gets Spring from the Maiden after Raven.

3. It could be Southern Hemisphere seasons, not Northern

In the south the seasons are reveresed. January is summer, May is fall, July winter, and October is spring.

Lets start at the beginning of the year: January. Summer

First of all we have not yet met Summer, and she could be anyone. However the Summer Maiden is believed to reside in Vacuo. Outside Menagerie, Vacuo is known as a safe haven for faunus. We were told this in Volume 2. And who's a faunus? Blake, who was born in January, the second month of summer.

May: the third month of fall

As Ruby's partner Weiss also has more contact with Cinder then the others. Maybe its a two-on-one battle and Cinder happens to be thinking of Weiss when she dies. Maybe Cinder kills Winter and Weiss goes to fight Cinder for revenge, and wins

July: the second month of winter

Again we come to the subject of Penny, and how she is in close physical contact with RWBY this Volume.

October: the second month of spring

I have thought about the Raven-Ruby relationship for awhile now. Unlike most people i do not think Raven hates Ruby. Raven has complicated feeling towards Ruby no doubt. Raven may hate Taiyang and/or Summer, but her feelings for Ruby are unknown (i could actually write forever on this topic). Im 90% sure she has a portal to Ruby, the other 10% is due to the uncertainty if the bond has to go both ways. Heck, they might get one-on-one time in a future volume and we can see their actual feelings and relationship develop. Now I know what your all thinking, why wouldnt it go to Yang? Well heres one way it could go down. Raven is smart. She knows hows how these powers transfer. Raven might not want to put more burden on Yang, or maybe sees this as her last act of mercy towards Yang. In order not to transfer the Maiden power to her daughter she'll have to think of another woman. Maybe shes scrambling and is picturing young Yang and Ruby playing in the backyard, or she's thinking of Qrow and begins thinking of all the times she seen him happy in the last few years, and many of those moments are training Ruby. Maybe she's killed instantly and she happened to be looking at Ruby when she went down. Maybe she bleeds out and Ruby is the only female there as she dies. Maybe she gifts them to Ruby on purpose.

#hinacu rwby #rwby #fall maiden #winter maiden #spring maiden #summer maiden #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #penny polendina #rwby allusion #rwby allusions

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nedeljkovicsaysno · 4 years

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Y’all realize that if we get another S3 the expectations for that entire season are gonna be sky high like:

DONT come at us with that weak “hell week” shit, we’ve been through druck AND wtFock and have the scars to prove it, if it’s not hell for at least 3/4 of the season I’m not about it

Oh, your Even didn’t paint a fucking masterpiece, should-be-in-museum-and-immortalized mural of your Isak in a huge wall in the city center for the world to see? Oh. *sips tea*

If we’re not crying at least six times a week (day?) y’all aren’t trying hard enough

Really curious to know what else they could possibly pull to make me into a LITERAL INSOMNIAC with DESIGNER BAGS UNDER HER EYES for the duration of the season

It’s gonna be Uh. REAL HARD. To top that Willem squared chemistry. and the whole shower scene like y’all really took sander to heart with that all the way or no way thing but we’re not focusing on that

Who’s gonna provide the masterful facial expressions that are perfect for memes like Jens and Milan?

Sander’s one-liners? Amai dat is duur.

I didn’t think it was possible but Robbe “Angel of the Lord” Ijzermans has fully proved to me that a gentle, sweet Isak who isn’t made of 1000% sass at all times can WORK and honestly idk if anyone can pull that off like Willem H

I refuse to accept anything but 100% flatshare solidarity from now on. A supportive kollektivet or no kollektivet

There are gonna need to be widely available and meaningful clothing pieces that the characters wear during extremely poignant moments (Romance hoodie, H&M and pull&bear shirts) on sale at an affordable price for us broke clowns🤡™️ to collect in peace and cry over

Honestly after “O Helga Natt” and the acoustic version of “Wildfire”, two of the best fucking songs of all time i mean they both SLAP in VERY DIFFERENT WAYS, is there even anything else that could hold a candle?

Milán Hendrickx wins best Eskild remake. I thought it was Hans for a while but no. Milan is the greatest IMO and no one after him will be able to topple that #1 spot sorry i don’t make the rules. His faces? His support? Ughhhhh a true god among men

I could literally go on and on and on but I digress

No idea how the most chaotic painful s3 remake became my absolute fucking favorite Isak season after the OG but here we are and for the record I have fucking adored every s3 remake that’s been made for various and different reasons and I never thought anything could beat Skam France for me but BOY HOWDY

Thanks for coming to my ted talk i ramble when I’m tired and emotional

Goodnight clowns 🤡❤️

#wtfock #skam remakes

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