#Doomsday Prepper Challenge
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I've put together a fun lil Stardew Valley Challenge designed to be hard for casual players like myself ( I'm sure some people will think this is easy). Gonna type it up and post it it here. OK, here goes.
The Doomsday Prepper Challenge
Premise: You've just found out a startling truth, the apocalypse is imminent, the world will end in 2 Years! So you quit your job and go head out to your Grandpa's farm where you hope to stockpile enough supplies and become self sufficient enough that you can survive the coming end. Can you get your farm in order and your supplies all ready before time runs out?
What you need to do/collect under the cut.
You do not anticipate most of the rest of Pelican Town surviving the apocalypse so don't bother making friends you'll lose anyway. (You can still fulfill quests, attend festivals and make friends to unlock things, but you're doing that to reach your end goal.)
You need to get married (kids not required) Gotta have a spouse to help repopulate the planet. Theoretically you should pick Harvey but if you can think of a good reason why your farmer would pick someone else go ahead.
Complete the Community Center (no Joja route, the Junimos are magic you could use them on your side.)
Unlock Ginger Island- Build the House and Farm Obelisk there, have the recipe for the island totem and at least one crafted one in storage (essentially you need to be able to get to Ginger Island and back without relying on Willy.)
Upgrade all your tools to iridium quality
Have a fully upgraded backpack
Fully upgrade your house ( up to having a cellar- the optional upgrades of extra rooms not required)
Have a Calendar, Mini Fridge, Telephone, Farm Computer and Dresser in your house.
Have both a cat and dog
Have 500,000 gold in the bank
Have at least one of all the following farm buildings: Fully Upgraded Coop, Fully Upgraded Barn, a Stable, a Silo, a Well, a Mill, a Shed and a Fishpond
At the end of your challenge your Silo(s) must be full
Have at least one (or the number listed) of the following machines/items on your farm: A Workbench, A Woodchipper, 3 Tappers, 5 Furnaces, An Oil Maker, A Fish Smoker, A Dehydrator, A Charcoal Kiln, A Crystalarium, A Recycling Machine, a Bone Mill, A Mayo Machine, A Cheese Press, 5 Preserve Jars, a Loom, 5 Kegs, A Seedmaker, A Worm Bin, A Bee House, 5 Crab Pots, A Lightning Rod, A Solar Panel and A Mushroom Log
Have an Armory- A full chest (so 36) weapons. Scythes are included as weapons.
Have a First Aid Kit- A chest with 100 Energy Tonics, 100 Muscle Remedies, 100 Life Elixirs, and 100 pieces of cloth ( for bandages)
Your Dresser should have at least 50 articles of clothing in it not including hats and rings.
Have a Supplies Stockpile- 100 of each type of Bombs, 50 Tents, 50 Cookout Kits, 999 Sap, 999 Coal, 999 Fiber, 999 Wood, 999 Stone, 999 Hay ( in addition to your full Silo), 500 Clay, 100 Copper Bars, 100 Iron Bars, 100 Gold Bars, 100 iridium Bars, 100 Refined Quartz, 100 Pine Tar, 100 Oak Resin, 100 Maple Syrup, 100 Batteries and 300 Seeds of any type.
Have a Food Stockpile (some categories on this list overlap, you cannot count things for two categories)- 112 (a year's supply) Cooked Dishes, 112 Drinks, 112 Dried Fruit or Mushrooms, 112 Smoked Fish, 112 Preserves, 112 Berries, 112 Eggs, 112 Milk, 112 Cheese, 112 Vegetables, 112 Fruits, 112 Flour, 112 Sugar, 112 Oil, 112 Vinegar, 112 Rice, 112 Forage, and 112 Mushrooms
Ending: You did it! You're all set for the end of the world! What now?
...oh.
After talking to Grandpa's Ghost and waking up to an un-ended world you realize you were wrong, the world isn't ending at all! Sell as much of your stockpile as you want ( all of it is really fun) and find your farmer's happy ending. Did you marry someone you didn't actually care about? Divorce them and chase your sweetheart! Really want to get into Slimes? Go nuts! This is your life and there's no deadlines anymore. ( My Farmer on my successful play through divorced his wife, married his boyfriend and is now a Perfection Run.)
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🧬 it's midlife crisis time! josie's on her grind at work, and she's putting in some much needed safety nets for the future...
it's nice to finally have a good use for mr. cahill's old bunker.
#ts4#the sims 4#simblr#gameplay#occult legacy challenge#dean legacy#dean legacy: gen 1#josie dean#girl's a doomsday prepper
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2025 Trend Predictions
Those wallets that attach to your phone become hugely popular for women, to the point where people will speculate if purses in general are going out of style (they’re not).
Hippie “stomp clap” folk music OR Imagine Dragons-type music makes a resurgence
People stop whining about how dating sucks now and start taking matters into their own hands by doing more IRL events: speed dating, matchmaking, etc. Like dating apps, it’s initially judged and seen as “cringe” before catching on
Move over, matcha: the newest mainstream drink fascination will be the delicious thai tea. They have so much in common already: an iconic color, rich flavor, originating from East Asia, where they’re already popular in their respective countries.
A smoothie as a meal becomes super popular again - “I don’t have an ED! It's just convenient.” (or, with the way things are going, people might not even outwardly deny having an ED)
“Doomsday prepper” mentality goes mainstream, people will be very keen on learning apocalyptic survival skills and jarring things
Old fashioned YouTube style challenge videos come back: stuff like chubby bunny, cinnamon challenge, and the ice bucket challenge
Among conversations about “the death of the it girl” we have our first monocultural “it-boy” we’ve had in years
An increasing interest in print media- more zines? (please let this be true)
Customized, personalized pizza becomes big. Videos like “did you guys know that you don't have to put tomato sauce on your pizza? You can use any sauce you want! I just used buffalo ranch, it's a m a z i n g, you have to try this!”
People care a lot more about having “chic” cutlery/houseware
Chewing tobacco, AKA dip or chew, becomes BIG (though Zyns have been on the Bubbling Under Trend Charts for a while)
More BS conspiracy theories, allowing for more people to parade as pseudo intellectuals
Coffee, toffee, and caramel scents carry on the gourmand trend in fragrance
The “it-bag” is from Burberry or a similar brand, as quiet luxury continues to reign
No one cares about Thanksgiving or most festivities, people come online to complain about how no one cares about Thanksgiving or most festivities anymore
Worrying about if you’re getting enough electrolytes will become a “thing”
Everyone reads my stuff and thinks it's great :D
#the one i made 2 yrs ago was scary accurate so lets do another!#trends#trend prediction#thoughts#music#fashion#predictions#fragrance#thai tea#print media#pop culture#list#2025#internet#2025 predictions#society#culture
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SEE YOURSELF (18+)
Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Fem!Reader / Enzo x Fem!Reader Series: Day one of the October challenges. | Masterlist here. Prompt: Edging/Orgasm denial Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT. Not much plot. Note: Here we are to kick this off. I hope you all enjoy.
You knew you were a little stubborn.
It had been something that had been stuck with you since you were a kid. You knew how to really dig your heels in about certain things, an odd mix of patience only making your stubbornness stronger in certain ways. You could really hold your ground when you had your mind set on something, as much as that was both a virtue and a flaw depending on the situation. It was usually only in hindsight that you could tell the difference.
If anything, it felt like you noticed most things in hindsight these days.
You knew your little on-and-off partnership with Murray might come back to bite you in the ass, and it wasn’t like what you had found yourself doing as entirely legal. Given that you had been raised up by a family of Doomsday Preppers, it wasn’t like you were unfamiliar with things like paranoia and secrecy. You had also gotten particularly skilled at forging documents–nothing overly official, but an ID or driver’s license here and there. Passports were always extra and something you didn’t like doing often, but it was the thing that got someone like Murray on your radar.
He always brought you the more…interesting work. You should have figured that he’d bring you something that really got you in over your head.
That moment eventually came in the form of a sudden appearance from the man himself and an exhausted looking stranger in tow.
Though, the following months were a surprise too. The evolution from taking him in as a begrudging favor, to something closer to friends, and now occasionally pulling each other into bed. Really, you knew Dmitri was an attractive man, as much as the situation he brought with him was nothing but a headache sometimes. He was rather soft-spoken, yet he had a wit to him that had drawn you into him very easily after a while. Intelligent, introspective when the moment was right, and almost playful in others.
As much as your initial goal was to get him set up so he could leave, it was hard not to feel like you wanted to keep him around sometimes. Some days it felt like you both would dance around the subject, as much as you eventually landed on it in the end.
It was hard to ignore the way the gazes started to linger, too. The way a part of you had wanted to test the line, yet struggled to find the courage to really do so in ways that were noticeable. You had thought, at least.
Obviously, that viewpoint had shifted once the facades started to drop and one night you found your hand gripping at the hair on the back of his head, Dmitri’s mouth on your own.
Really, you didn’t fully know what this was supposed to be between the two of you. The first night, you had just figured it would be just that. The second night, it kind of threw things into question. Along with the odd tender moment shared between the two of you that felt much more than just this unnamed thing between the two of you. Yet, neither of you seemed to want to put a name to it, to say exactly what it was. Sometimes it ate at you, while in other moments you didn’t really care to dig into it.
The current night fell more toward the latter.
Dmitri could be hard to read sometimes, especially when things turned more physical. Sometimes it felt like the both of you were trying to scratch an itch that neither of you could get at otherwise, while other times it felt more intimate than that.
The look in Dmitri’s eyes was more amused than you were used to, currently, however.
The night had started slow, lingering touches and kisses coming across as more sensual. It hadn’t taken you a terribly long time to figure out where things were headed, and it had you responding in kind. Really, it had been a while and you couldn’t help the small building eagerness that started to drive your actions. Yet, Dmitri seemed to have his own plans, stopping your wandering hands from progressing too far with a frustrating sense of patience. His touches were the opposite, trailing along toward the parts you wanted him to touch the most before he would change course.
By the time you found yourself laying on your back on your bed, you had an idea on what he was trying to do.
Still, you found yourself shutting your eyes as Dmitri’s mouth pressed against the side of your neck. You parted your legs to let him lay between them, pressing his body against your own as he dropped his kisses down to the space that connected your neck to your shoulder. You ran your hands down his back, trailing your fingers over his spine before resting on his lower back. You lifted your hips somewhat, grinding yourself against the hardness of his cock through his boxers. Dmitri responded in kind, pressing himself against you and gave you a taste of the contact you were seeking. Yet, it didn’t seem to deter him too much from his slower pace.
Mercifully, however, he seemed to catch on to what you were wanting as he moved to pull your underwear down your legs. You shifted forward somewhat, spreading your legs a little more so you opened yourself for him a little more. The action pulled a small groan from him that almost dissolved into a chuckle at the end.
“You are very eager tonight.”
“You’re being a terrible tease,” you replied, taking in a short breath when you felt him press a finger along your folds and stopping to rub against a certain spot.
“You don’t seem to mind.”
“I’m starting to, actually…” you muttered, sounding half-hearted even in your own ears as you gently rolled your hips against his hand.
Dmitri kept his attention on your clit with his fingers, sometimes circling it in a way that had you gasping somewhat before he’d slow down with more deliberate strokes. He was close to what you needed, yet always a short ways off. It was slowly starting to kill you. All the while, he remained nearby, watching your reactions and you knew he would change up his motions if you showed too much of one.
You wanted to control your reactions, take him by surprise, yet you knew it was pointless. You had already been pent up and he was only making that worse.
So, it had you moaning outright when he finally inserted his fingers. The slight stretch was welcomed, his fingers pumping inside almost feeling like a relief. You gently rocked your hips against his movements, not wanting to give too much but also wanting him to touch just a little deeper.
You welcomed the kiss he pressed against your mouth as he leaned over, parting your lips for his tongue with a small sigh. You rested your hand against the back of his neck while you dropped a hand down toward his lower abdomen. At meeting no protest from him, you dropped that hand lower to palm at him over his boxers. The action pulled a small moan from him against your mouth, pressing himself a little harder against your hand. You started to stroke him somewhat, trying to match the pace he set with his fingers still inside you.
It was difficult to keep that up, however, when he curled his fingers somewhat to swipe against a spot inside you that shot little sparks of pleasure into your core. At the small whimper you let out, Dmitri took the time to pull back from the kiss somewhat to guide your hand away from where you were touching him.
“You want me to touch you?” you asked.
“Yes,” he replied, “But it defeats the purpose.”
“What would that be?” You might honestly just do what he wanted if it meant it would release the tension building in your gut.
“No matter how close you get, I’m not letting you cum tonight unless it is on my cock.”
“I-I’m more than ready,” you said, the combination of his words and another brush against that spot inside you almost making you moan.
“I know. You are soaking my fingers. I know you are more patient than this, though,” Dmitri replied.
You were patient in some sense, but this was certainly a test of that. Still, you couldn’t help but take in the sensations he was pulling from you, hitting just the right spots enough to really have you squirming somewhat. You could feel that familiar tension building toward that moment you were craving, Dmitri keeping up his pace with his fingers. You were left to grip one of your thighs and the bed when he moved further down so he knelt down at the edge of the bed.
Just as it felt like you were crawling closer to that edge, he slowly pulled his fingers out. You groaned somewhat, feeling your walls pulse in the absence as you let your head fall back somewhat in frustration. While a part of you wanted to tell him to stop playing around, you couldn’t help but admit that a small part of you was curious. What it would feel like to finally climax after you had been pushed toward that moment again and again. Yet, you knew there was only so much you could take. You figured there was only so much Dmitri could take, too, yet he was making a particularly good show of indifference at the moment.
So, you didn’t say anything when you felt him start to kiss the inside of your thighs, his hot breath against the sensitive skin there as he kissed his way further up. Very close, yet didn’t put his mouth on you just yet.
While the excitement from before was starting to ebb out, you knew the anticipation was putting a flutter to your stomach. The curiosity was keeping you playing along for the moment, yet you couldn’t help the way you wanted to buck your hips or at least touch yourself. Still, you let him do what he wanted for the moment.
Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer until Dmitri shifted one of your legs to settle against one of his shoulders before he bowed his head down. The feeling of his tongue dragging along your sensitive folds pulled a small sound from you, one of your hands coming down to rest in his hair. Moreso for something to hold, considering you doubted he’d let you guide him this time around. As much as you craved something deeper, the prodding of his tongue inside you was pleasurable enough.
Though, you weren’t too sure if it was a good thing if he had worked you up beforehand or not.
Your clit was particularly sensitive and begging for attention when Dmitri finally swiped his tongue over it, the feeling making your legs tense somewhat. The alternating between his tongue against your clit and the light sucking had you struggling not to grind yourself on his mouth, pulling a few drawn out gasps and moans from you. Though, the addition of another finger pushing inside you had you letting out a short cry.
“Dmitri–fuck…”
“Not yet,” he warned as he parted his mouth from you for a moment, watching you squirm somewhat at him pushing a second finger into you again.
“You’re…terrible,” you managed to get out around a small moan.
“If you could see yourself, you would understand why I do it,” he commented before reattaching his mouth to your clit again.
You moaned again as he sucked at your clit again, the combination of his fingers pushing you into that familiar territory again. The growing tension in your gut made you tighten your hold in his hair, moving your hips against him until you felt him press you down against the bed with his free hand. This was starting to become rather torturous, as much as you were feeding off the mounting pleasure he was giving you.
In particular, you could feel that pressure moving down toward your core as Dmitri kept his attention on your pussy. You let out a few moans, trying to keep your hips still as he curled his fingers somewhat, tongue flicking against your clit. You took in a short breath, feeling your walls start to twitch somewhat as you could feel yourself growing dangerously close.
Dmitri pulled back, removing his fingers from inside of you. You let out a small noise at the sudden absence, your walls twitching somewhat but you could already feel that sensation becoming less intense from the lack of stimulation.
“I want to cum so badly, please…” you muttered around a small breath as Dmitri stood up at the end of the bed.
“Not yet,” Dmitri repeated, shifting the last of his clothing down to release his hard cock.
He climbed back up onto the bed, crawling over you so he could press his mouth against yours in a hard kiss. You responded instantly, pressing back into the kiss with a small sigh as you wrapped your arms around the back of his shoulders, his body pressing against your own in a way that was somehow both not enough and a little overwhelming at the same time.
You lifted your hips somewhat, feeling his cock slide against your folds. The sensation pulled a moan from Dmitri against your mouth, him pressing back in return as he ground himself against you somewhat as you met his motion with another small roll of your hips. He parted from the kiss with a small inhale, letting out another short moan as you rubbed yourself against him again.
As much as the words were right on the tip of your tongue; how much you wanted to feel him inside you, thankfully you didn’t have to say anything at the moment. Dmitri shifted somewhat, you feeling the tip of his cock press against your entrance as you wrapped your legs around his hips somewhat. You let out a soft sound at him pushing inside, his cock stretching you open a little more with only a little bit of a sting given how wet you already were. While he could push in further with little resistance, Dmitri still went slower than he needed to.
Though, the feeling of his cock fully inside you was enough to where you didn’t feel the need to complain much. Still, you moved your hips against him, really wanting some movement. Dmitri rolled his hips against yours in turn, another somewhat slow movement as you tried to urge him to move a little faster. You were only met with a small, breathless huff in amusement and another small roll of his hips.
“I have never seen you so needy for me.”
“That is completely of your own doing–oh, fuck.” You cut yourself with a small gasp when he pressed into you with a bit of a harder thrust.
“You have been really good for me, just a little more,” he muttered into your shoulder.
You gripped a little tighter onto his shoulders as Dmitri’s thrusts became a little harder, setting a rhythm that was easier for you to follow. Still, despite that, you were still ridiculously close and each thrust of his cock rubbed against you in a way that made that fact hard to ignore. You really didn’t know how long ‘just a little more’ was in Dmitri’s mind, yet you tried your best to prolong your looming orgasm, trying not to move too much at points in increasingly poor attempts at trying to hold back.
Shutting your eyes for a few moments, you tried to focus on anything outside of that pressure building up in you again. It was rather difficult, however, as you could hear Dmitri panting in your ear, his increasingly frequent moans and the sounds of your bodies meeting together as he thrusts grew faster. You let out a small, strained noise almost as a warning–to yourself or him, you weren’t sure–as you could feel that light fluttering deep inside you.
The seconds almost seemed to drag on, each press of his cock against your walls and prod against that spot inside of you pushing you closer and closer to that edge. Dmitri’s thrusts were coming faster and deeper, the pleasure of those sensations making you moan and cry out more than you really had control over.
“Dmitri…” you moaned.
“I know,” he breathed, letting out what sounded like a curse in Russian.
Mercifully, it seemed like the moment you had been waiting for was not as far off as you had been feeling. After a few more seconds, as much as it felt like time was dragging on indefinitely in the moment, Dmitri let out a deep moan and lifted his head to look at you again.
“Cum for me,” he finally said, a command that took a few seconds to register but you were more than happy to oblige.
You started to move your hips in time with his own again, only having to really hold on for more than a few more thrusts before that building pressure finally moved further down. You pressed your head back against the bed as your pussy clenched around Dmitri’s cock, the rush of your orgasm washing out his short praises and comments as you did so. Nor did you really catch the moment when Dmitri buried himself deep inside you and came with a low groan into your neck. You moaned and whimpered a little as the effects of your orgasm started to ebb out, your walls still clenching and fluttering lightly as your mind seemed to return to you.
Dmitri still lay on top of you, his chest pressing against your own as he was catching his breath. You willed your legs to relax from where you still had them curled against his hips, which prompted him to shift to pull out of you before laying down against your side.
“You are okay?” he asked after a few moments, which made you nod lightly with a small chuckle.
“Yes.”
You placed your hand over the arm Dmitri slung across your middle, smiling softly at the feeling of him pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.
“I’ll get you back for this,” you muttered, feeling the tickle of Dmitri’s mustache against your skin as he grinned. “Just probably not tonight.”
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Yellowstone: Boss Mare Series: Part IV
You have an ill mother and a pantry stocked with Hormel chili to thank for your temporary appointment of the ranch cook. It’s the middle of the afternoon when you follow Jamie up the wide front porch steps and through the large main door of the main house. It reminds you of your father’s house in the northwestern part of the state. Large, grand, picture perfect. You’re wise enough to know every foundation has cracks though and perfection doesn’t exist.
That knowledge doesn’t stop you from pleading your case for a job in the ranch’s kitchen and with John Dutton facing the fourth night of canned food for dinner, you gain your job as interim cook. Things may change when Gator’s mother rallies from her heart attack and he returns to Montana, but for now, the kitchen is yours. You’re also given a room and small bathroom over the kitchen to stay in until a more permanent plan is made.
You impressed them that first evening with a simple meal of green salad, a pot roast with potatoes and carrots, and a simple chocolate cake for dessert. You were told the big challenge though was feeding the bunkhouse. That’s why you’re thankful for running into Walker that evening. Despite his telling you to leave the ranch as soon as possible, he gives you the list of favorite breakfast foods in the bunkhouse.
“If you find that biscuit recipe,” he told you by the stream, “you’re golden.”
You spent half the night searching through books, boxes, and drawers in the kitchen. It’s almost midnight when John Dutton comes into the kitchen and finds you sitting on the floor with binders and recipe cards laid out in front of you. You wait to see what he’s going to say, to do. Is he going to scold you for being out of your room? For going through things that he didn’t give you permission to go through? Instead of saying anything, he just retrieves a glass from the cabinet, steps over you, and fills it with water from the tap.
“You know we’re not going to give you a written test, right?”
You nod. “Yes, I know. I, uh, I was just looking for a specific recipe.”
He drinks the water and sets the glass in the sink. “Let me guess. The biscuits?”
“I heard they were a favorite.”
“Well, you heard right.”
He goes over to a cabinet that holds multiple liquor bottles and reaches into the back. He pulls out a stack of worn, stained index cards held together with a rubber band. Carefully, he pulls out one and hands it to you. It’s the biscuit recipe. You glance at the others and he chuckles.
“You gotta earn the other ones.”
You stand up from the floor. “Fair enough. Thank you, for this. For everything.”
He nods in acknowledgement and points at the card in your hand. “How about we trade a secret for a secret?”
You shift uneasily on your feet. “Okay.”
“This thing you’re running from, is it going to come looking for you?”
“I don’t know,” you answer. “I don’t know if I’m worth going after, to be honest.”
“Husband?”
You curl your toes into the stone floor and force yourself to nod your head. “Yes. And my father, possibly. Like I said, I don’t know if they consider me worth tracking down.”
He hands you another recipe, roast duck in a wine sauce. “Where did you come from?”
“Between Yarnell and Rexford. In the-”
“Kootenai National Forest, I know it.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Doomsday preppers? Hoarding guns and ammo, that kind of shit?”
You shake your head. “No. Nothing like that.”
“The only other groups that like those types of areas are cults or communes.” He gives you a brief head to toe scan. “And judging from how much you’re set on proving your worth, I’m going to say you’re no hippie.”
“No sir.”
He hums quietly and hands over another card, chestnut dressing with currants. “My family’s safety comes first. This ranch comes first. If anything threatens it, the threat will be swiftly dealt with. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. If anyone from my old life comes around, you will be the first to know. But please know, no matter what they say, I don’t want to go back there. Ever again.”
“Alright. That’s all I need to know for now.” He hands you one more card before putting the rest in his shirt pocket. “That one is also a breakfast favorite around here.”
You look down at it and see it’s a hashbrown casserole recipe. You smile as you run your fingers over the oil stains and neat handwriting on the cards. They are more than just the roadmap to your success; they’re pieces of trust. That is something that has been severely lacking in your life. Hopefully, that won’t be the case anymore.
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re: stormchasing au kenny would be getting crazy insane footage and everyone’s like how does he not die (he does). he’s very controversial because people accuse him of being a bad influence because he takes too many risks, and because he’s just doing it for fun (mostly. Unbeknownst to them he’s trying to figure out an easier way to collect data than deploying heavy probes and can’t be assed to contribute to science until then).
Wendy works for the nws and is tasked with approaching kenny to try to get him to actually do science. She considers just driving in front of a tornado instead.
Cartman is the dude from twisters who was buying everyone’s land out from under them when they’re desperate due to just having lost everything in the storm.
Tweek is a bit of a doomsday prepper and has an insanely high quality storm shelter but since Craig is part of someone’s stormchasing team he’s sucked into compiling an extensive database of locations they could bail to last minute. It’s mostly impractical because it’s such a real-time issue but if he doesn’t do it he will actually lose it.
Heidi is the best navigator in the business but won’t work with anyone who challenges her decisions once a tornado touches down.
I said this in the tags on the anon someone sent momo but if we were going 1:1 w twisters i see kyle as javi which is why I personally am not abt to do a twisters au. Sorry style nation but they’re giving javi and kate dynamic wise… except I do not see stan doing all that calculus so tbh maybe kyle is both of them in one.
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I think you’ve talked a bit about how doomsday preppers are kind of like. Posers? For lack of a better term atm. Like focusing too much on guns and canned food and not enough on literally anything else.
Do you know of anything I could bring up to maybe shift their focus to longer-term community-oriented approaches to. well. Doomsday prepping? My dad spent this morning telling me how important it will be to be able to loot and shoot and dismissed my concerns about, say, any scale of agriculture or water cleanliness.
I dunno, I think I'd have to actually know the guy in order to know how to talk to him, but from this description he just doesn't sound like a very serious person and is probably more excited to be in a new fandom than actually worried about the uncertainties of the future. I've never had a whole lot of luck just witnessing to those guys, I'm bad at talking under the best circumstances and it's a bazillion times easier to get reds into survivalism than the other way around, so imo the best thing to do is challenge those ideas when they come up (assuming both that it's safe to do so and he's not gonna be a big asshole about it, of course) and he'll remember those conversations once reality inevitably proves him wrong.
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BLOGTOBER 10/16/2024: NEVER LET GO (2024)

I was very ambivalent about this movie, but I have to say that it kept my attention the whole time. Sometimes I felt frustrated by how gimmicky it is, but once it got going I seriously wondered whether it was worse for the characters if what happens to them is truly supernatural, or whether it's actually a lot more grim if it's all mundane. Sometimes I felt like its fairy tale affection was too slick and pretty for the movie to be convincingly scary, and other times I thought it was really pretty effective. In any case I was actively thinking about this movie the entire time it was on, which puts it ahead of a lot of other, more successful movies.

As you can see from the trailer, Halle Berry and her two young sons (who are very good, I've seen some good kid actors in horror recently) live way out in a primordial forest where their only defense against an omnipresent "evil" is the holiness of their ancestral cottage, to which they are literally tied. The kids aren't sure whether their mom has made up the threat, which only she perceives, but testing the nature of their reality only creates bigger problems. Generally speaking, I don't love movies that constantly pester you about whether or not "it was all a dream"; I think if you're going to do that, it has to be motivated by something better than just wanting to outsmart the audience, and few movies take that challenge seriously. Because of that, I usually take movies literally, since little meaning is added by saying "Ha ha it was all FAKE"--but in this case I couldn't help thinking, this is about congenital mental illnesses, right? I mean what else could it be? But I got very hooked into the game of saying to myself, "Well if X was real then it's bad because of Y, but if X is an illusion, then it's actually way worse because of Z! (or vice versa)" So, that's definitely something.
At some point I also started thinking, is this what it's like to be a doomsday prepper or a member of some sort of xenophobic separatist faction? Like, what you're doing seems obviously grim and abusive to other people, but in your mind you're living out this fable-like fantasy where you and your kin embody pure wholesome righteousness and everyone and everything else is corrupt and contaminating? So your forced isolation and austerity and occasional violence has this glow of love and dignity about it, which makes it a pleasure to doom yourself to one inevitable problem or another? That's an interesting way to think about it.
It's curious how Alexandre Aja has this split personality where he makes merciless slasher movies, and then he also wants to do these kind of glamorous fantasies like this and I guess HORNS which is probably better forgotten. Maybe you can make the argument that some of his movies seem to combine raw horror with archetypal fairy tale material, like CRAWL and THE HILLS HAVE EYES may permit that sort of interpretation, somehow. I don't know. He's an odd director, and I guess that's about all I have to say about that.

#blogtober#2024#never let go#alexandre aja#halle berry#horror#fantasy#psychological thriller#percy daggs iv#anthony b. jenkins
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Comfortember Day 4: Warmth
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character
Warnings: Alcohol (Spiked hot cocoa), Slight angst if you squint, otherwise this is another addition to the anthology of teeth-rotting fluff entries
Summary: Tori and Dean find there is nothing better than relaxing in front of the fire after a long day. (Continuation of Day 3)
Word Count: 1192
Day 4 of @comfortember's November Challenge with the prompt "Warmth"
Everyone has an image that they associate with the phrase 'Log Cabin'. Some conjure the image of a decrepit, falling-apart-at-the-seams, overgrown with moss cabin worthy of a slasher film ala Friday the 13th. Others go the complete opposite, seeing a structure fit for a billionaire; polished mahogany, floor-to-ceiling windows, think glamping.
Bobby's cabin fell closer to the serial killer lair side of that spectrum. To be fair, it was a safe house, which meant it wasn't supposed to stand out. But Tori had to give it credit, while the outside could use some work, the inside wasn't half bad. That is, by hunter standards. It had all the necessities: running water, plumbing, a gas stove, and a store room in the cellar stocked with enough supplies even the most advanced doomsday prepper would be foaming at the mouth.
The bed in the other room left something to be desired. The mattress was worn enough that the morning after the first night, both Dean and Tori woke up sore and Tori even had indents of springs on her back. After that, they'd switched to the couch until the next run where they could bring a new mattress. The sofa Tori lounged on was threadbare, but she thanked god that Dean had the foresight to bring blankets from the Bunker.
They'd spent the afternoon running around the immediate area, and Tori watched Dean's inner child slowly start to heal. Once they'd been out there long enough for the tip of Tori's nose to turn rosy and Dean's cheeks red from the wind, they'd made their way inside. After warm showers and the finest MREs they could find, Tori went out and grabbed some firewood while Dean went in search of matches. Between the two of them, a fire burned hot and bright in the hearth.
Tori was snapped from her thoughts, eyes trained on the dancing flames in front of her by Dean handing her a mug.
"Careful, it's hot." He said, making sure she had a good grip on the ceramic before letting go and gingerly sitting on the couch next to her so as to not displace either of their drinks.
"What's this?" Tori's brows furrowed as she stared down at the brown liquid in the white mug. Finally, the familiar notes of cocoa met her nose and Tori huffed a laugh.
"Really?" Tori tilted her head at Dean, "What are we five?"
Dean was already taking a drink from his cup, green eyes filled with amusement meeting Tori's dark ones over the rim.
"Just try it, would ya'?" Dean lowered the cup from his mouth, swiping the foam from his upper lip with his thumb.
Tori rolled her eyes but complied. She blew across the rich brown liquid, seeing the steam emanating from it. The mug was warm against her lips as Tori took a sip from it. The cocoa was still hot, but manageable as she took in the flavors. She damn near spit it out, instead, she choked it down. It was hot cocoa alright, the telltale aftertaste that could only be attributed to the boxed Swiss Miss powdered shit. But what made her nearly die by sugary drink, was the unexpected, harsh taste of whiskey.
"Goddamn." Tori coughed, much to Dean's amusement, hiding a laugh behind his cup. "How much booze did you put in this?" Tori's voice was horse from the unexpected dose of hard alcohol
"What?" Dean shrugged his shoulders in feigned innocence. "Thought we both could use a bit of pick-me-up."
Tori, now knowing what was awaiting her, took another sip, feeling the familiar burn trail down her throat. It wasn't all that bad, at least where powdered cocoa was concerned. The whiskey added some richness, biting through the overwhelmingly sweet taste of chemically laced chocolate
"I think the amount of whiskey you put in here constitutes more than just a simple 'pick-me-up', Dean." Tori poked a finger into Dean's side.
"Stop complaining and just enjoy it." Dean clinked his mug with Tori's.
He was careful not to spill their drinks as he wrapped an arm around Tori, tucking her into his side and pulled the fluffy Sherpa blanket over his lap.
Tori rolled her eyes but didn't deign to reply, simply laying her head on his chest as her gaze once again returned to the blaze across from them. She sighed, a small contented smile on her lips. There was nowhere she'd rather be, her body swarmed by the warmth of the man next to her, the flames before her, and the alcohol flowing through her system.
It was nice, just to relax here. No worries about the next case or the world ending. Just plain and simple peace and quiet. Tori felt her mind settle, the thoughts that normally overtook her consciousness quieted to a whisper, then ceased altogether. It had been a while since she felt this still, this grounded in reality. And she knew Dean felt it too. He hadn't mentioned hunting outside of inquiries into what Sam was doing back at the Bunker. Tori knew he was enjoying himself just as much as she was.
"Penny for your thoughts, Sweetheart?" Dean's voice rumbled in his chest against her ear as he spoke.
Dean's free hand had begun to absentmindedly trace lines on Tori's bare upper arm. Tori tipped her head up, trying to catch a glimpse of that handsome face she knew by heart even if she was blind.
"Just thinking," Tori started, nestling her cheek back against the textured fabric of Dean's Henley, the now-empty mug cradled in her hands in her lap.
"About what?" Dean's hand moved up to gently toy with her hair, his lips pressed against her crown. "What's goin' on in that pretty head o' yours?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Tori replied, pulling away only to put her cup on the coffee table before returning to Dean's embrace.
She was set up against his chest, sitting sideways with her legs draped over one of his thighs. Tori's own hand traced shapes and letters against his chest as she craned her neck again to catch Dean's gaze.
"Just thinkin' about how much I love you." Tori mumbled, eyes tracing the lines of his face like her fingers traced against his shirt.
His signature smirk spread across Dean's face as he admired Tori. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip as he looked away, always the shameless flirt.
"Well, I suppose that's allowed." He took another drink.
"Asshole." Tori half-heartedly swatted his chest with the back of his hand, causing Dean to snort a laugh.
Dean set his drink down, hand now warm from the ceramic mug, cupping the side of her face, forcing Tori's fake pout to look at him. A pout that Dean kissed away gently.
"Yeah, but I'm your asshole." He murmured against her lips before pulling away and tucking her back against his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head.
Tori just grinned into his skin, letting the crackling of the fire, the alcohol running through her veins, and the warms encapsulating her body, lull her to sleep in Dean's arms.
#dean winchester fanfic#dean winchester fanfiction#dean winchester imagine#spn fanfic#spn fanfiction#supernatural dean#supernatural fanfiction
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reiterating that jake’s transitioning into a lone survivalist was a slow-going process:
jake learned to build shelters and “bushcrafting” through trial and error. mostly self-taught, initially taking resources from various renovations to the park family’s houses and properties in order to build his own makeshift shelters. detailed in his “Woodworker” cosmetic: “Over the years, he dragged equipment out from his family's opulent renovations to work on his own project. [...] There was distinct satisfaction in sleeping in a shelter built from scratch. It was Jake's favorite way to unwind.”
jake has always been interested in the outdoors, but his family’s wealth and luxurious lifestyle was far removed from this particular fixation. his father was not supportive. unsettled by the way jake reminded sam park of his own missing father, strictly discouraging jake’s wanderlust.
jake “rejected his privilege and left everything behind to find himself,” according to his “Nonconformist” cosmetic. and lore from “The Stranger” cosmetic implies he started out by being a vagabond:
“On the road. Town to town. Yeah, it can be a hard life sometimes. What most people don't know, the journey IS the destination.”
his “Babyface” and “New Utopia” cosmetics also suggests he trained as a doomsday prepper:
“Be actively prepared for anything to go down and always ready for emergencies, disruptions or other deadly situations. Doomsday cometh!”
“Who needs the comforts of the modern world? Take on all challengers as a self-sufficient soldier of a new utopian society.”
he seemed to have learned skills from a prepper community. this experience most likely happened before jake decides to travel to south korea, backpacking through the country’s rural regions to meet the people his grandfather had saved. jake felt as if he could not return to his birthplace without the necessary skills to travel through yanggu county’s isolated areas bordering the demilitarized zone.
while a part of him wanted to connect with them and their concept of a fresh start, jake was not interested in the community’s ideologies, grifts or gimmicks. he was interested in the training, preparations for living off the grid. including homesteading, farming, hunting, basic emergency medical training, self-defense and handling firearms.
he spent two years learning the skills he needed; jake left the prepper community, and inevitably headed for the vast, fathomless wilderness. alone.
#PARK ,JAKE.#SCRIPT.#anyone can be called a survivor but jake is a bona fide Survivalist#thinking abt the blorbos but also ive been meaning to do hc stuff for agess
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added:: geoffrey mccullum from dontnod's vampyr. canon info can be found here, modern au under the cut. trigger warnings apply.
geoffrey grew up in ireland, a middle child in a full family which ran a farm in the middle of nowhere. geoffrey is YOUNG when his father comes home one night, not himself, and slaughters each member of the mccullum family, geoffrey only survives by hiding til the police can reach their isolated little homestead. his brother is killed in the confrontation with law enforcement.
alone and with a fragmented identity, geoffrey takes on a survivalist mentality as he lives through the foster system. bouncing from home to home, meeting other kids and knowing all his connections are temporal, he looks out only for himself. he's prone to odd behavior, sneaking out but not quite causing trouble, excelling at school and showing up in his bed before his foster parents could think to check on him. he says strange things, views events in an alien way, challenges assumed perspectives, and in general, is cynical.
eventually, he is adopted by carl. the gentleman was an ideal father on paper, holding a steady job at a local butcher shop for years, having a reasonably healthy social life. he was simply a man who never found the right woman but wanted a child to pass his inheritance to when he died. but carl never had intentions to be a FATHER. rather, he kept a quiet doomsday mentality and wanted to train a new soldier to brace himself for the end.
from the age of thirteen, he is raised in a household of paranoia. carl sees violence in every shadow, but steels them both to it. geoffrey attends school and football in the day, but in the night, he is taught combat, observation, living off the land, history and philosophy, negotiation— he is taught to THRIVE regardless of the circumstances. carl makes no attempts to be a parent, and never asks geoffrey to call him pa.
carl dies in one of the scenarios he hadn't prepared for: a car accident. geoffrey is left with his money, his BUNKER, and dozens of jars of freeze dried food. he donates the food, holds onto the deed for the land, and moves to the united states with a student visa. it's a hard journey to naturalize there, but he's got to be free of ireland, can't think of going back.
he's still paranoid, in his own right. he stews in conspiracy theories, he looks for patterns in what others neglect, and assumes manipulation is behind most of what he sees. college smooths some of his rough edges, but the "damage" is too deep in his being to be undone, and he's awkward in the eyes of others. he's seen too much, STILL sees more than others, and has no interest in playing the social GAMES that others involve themselves in. he's funny, and he can be charming, but he is always one moment away from saying something so strange that he'll seem out of place.
geoffrey earns a degree in history, heavily leaning into pre-law courses. he's been working in butcher shops through college to make ends meet but now, he sets up shop in a hole-in-the-wall office. he's proudly a PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR, putting all of his odd skills to use in hunting those he's hired to care about.
TLDR; geoffrey's family was killed by his father, orphaning him at a very young age. he spends some years in the foster care system and then is adopted by a paranoid doomsday prepper. after his adopted father dies, geoffrey moves to the united states and becomes a private investigator. he's a strange man, but kind, selfless, and intelligent.
#ooc#( geoffrey ) verses.#car accident //#murder //#prepping //#death //#paranoia //#doomsday //#uhh idk-- ask to tag#casually does not make him murder his brother in his modern verse .....
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Status Report
I'm two weeks in to my no spending challenge with 10 more days to go.
fresh produce depleted early on, but i am saved by the free bananas and oranges provided at my office
i swear i'm not a doomsday prepper, i just have a ton of canned goods i guess?
made an exception for the lunches with friends that were already on my calendar before this experiment started. it made these outings felt more like special events
having these self-imposed guardrails in place definitely stopped me from ordering takeout or buying stupid junk food and other little treats that i don't need
noticed that i spend a lot of time online shopping and putting things into my cart, even when i know i'm not actually going to complete the purchase. why am i wasting my time like this?
This has been a good exercise insofar as it highlights how much stuff I already have and all the unimportant things I waste a lot of money on.
While StPauliGuy is away for the next few weeks I've set a personal challenge for myself.
No buying anything.
I am going to eat the food that is currently in my fridge, freezer and cupboards. I am going to use the cosmetics and toiletries I already have. Do I really need any more clothes? Absolutely not. I ran out of paper napkins yesterday so I switched to using cloth. I've got a hankering for a sweet treat so I'll use a box of cake mix or brownie mix I already have.
Exception: I'm allowed to buy more dishwasher detergent.
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True and terrifying
#10 year challenge#antibiotic resistance#biology#medical science#microbiology#microbes#health#survival#doomsday preppers#science#memes
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Super-Rich Are Prepping for the Apocalypse
There’s just one problem: They’re fucking dumb as shit. From The Guardian and Douglas Rushkoff:
They sat around the table and introduced themselves: five super-wealthy guys – yes, all men – from the upper echelon of the tech investing and hedge-fund world. At least two of them were billionaires. After a bit of small talk, I realised they had no interest in the speech I had prepared about the future of technology. They had come to ask questions.
They started out innocuously and predictably enough. Bitcoin or ethereum? Virtual reality or augmented reality? Who will get quantum computing first, China or Google? Eventually, they edged into their real topic of concern: New Zealand or Alaska? Which region would be less affected by the coming climate crisis? It only got worse from there...
the CEO of a brokerage house explained that he had nearly completed building his own underground bunker system, and asked: “How do I maintain authority over my security force after the event?” The event. That was their euphemism for the environmental collapse, social unrest, nuclear explosion, solar storm, unstoppable virus, or malicious computer hack that takes everything down.
This single question occupied us for the rest of the hour. They knew armed guards would be required to protect their compounds from raiders as well as angry mobs. One had already secured a dozen Navy Seals to make their way to his compound if he gave them the right cue. But how would he pay the guards once even his crypto was worthless? What would stop the guards from eventually choosing their own leader?
The billionaires considered using special combination locks on the food supply that only they knew. Or making guards wear disciplinary collars of some kind in return for their survival. Or maybe building robots to serve as guards and workers – if that technology could be developed “in time”.
I tried to reason with them. I made pro-social arguments for partnership and solidarity as the best approaches to our collective, long-term challenges. The way to get your guards to exhibit loyalty in the future was to treat them like friends right now, I explained. Don’t just invest in ammo and electric fences, invest in people and relationships. They rolled their eyes at what must have sounded to them like hippy philosophy.
This was probably the wealthiest, most powerful group I had ever encountered. Yet here they were, asking a Marxist media theorist for advice on where and how to configure their doomsday bunkers. That’s when it hit me: at least as far as these gentlemen were concerned, this was a talk about the future of technology.
One prepper and “architectural investor” J.C. Cole who had witnessed the downfall of the Soviet Union, noted:
“The primary value of safe haven is operational security, nicknamed OpSec by the military. If/when the supply chain breaks, the people will have no food delivered. Covid-19 gave us the wake-up call as people started fighting over toilet paper. When it comes to a shortage of food it will be vicious. That is why those intelligent enough to invest have to be stealthy.”...
Most billionaire preppers don’t want to have to learn to get along with a community of farmers or, worse, spend their winnings funding a national food resilience programme. The mindset that requires safe havens is less concerned with preventing moral dilemmas than simply keeping them out of sight.
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hiii no worries if you dont want to answer but i'm just wondering if you could recommend any recent aus tv shows?
hello and oooh yes I absolutely can!!!
In Limbo / watch on ABC Iview! Stars Ryan Corr and Bob Morely, a kind of dramedy ghost story about 2 best friends, one of whom dies and becomes a ghost bound to the other until they figure out why he's still stuck on Earth. Really lovely and they're such a great duo!
Class of '07 / Amazon Prime - easily in my top 5 shows of the year, comedy about a group of women who are at their 10 year private all girls school reunion when the apocalypse happens and they're all stuck together surviving.
True Colours / watch on SBS ON DEMAND - murder mystery about an Aboriginal woman who has to go back to her home town to investigate the strange death of a young woman.
New Gold Mountain / SBS ON DEMAND - period drama murder mystery about a group of Chinese gold miners during Australia's initial gold rush who are falsely accused of murdering a white woman.
Preppers / watch on ABC Iview - created by Nakkiah Lui, comedy about a young Aboriginal journalist who gets cancelled and runs away to her grandmother's land only to find her grandmother leased it to a bunch of hapless doomsday preppers.
The Unusual Suspects / SBS ON DEMAND - comedy drama about a group of filipino Australian women who try to heist a necklace from a rich white woman and it goes sideways.
Firebite / NITV and/or AMC - vampire drama about Aboriginal father-daughter vampire hunters hunting a vampire who came here during colonisation on the First Fleet.
The Newsreader (ABC) - starring Sam Reid and Anna Torv, about a local news station trying to keep afloat in the 80s, follows 2 tv journalists who fall in love and things just get messy. Honestly it's the best Australian drama in recent memory and season 2 is only a few months away!
Aunty Donna's Big Ol House of Fun (Netflix) & Aunty Donna's Coffee Cafe (ABC) - 2 comedy sketch series courtesy of the iconic trio that is Aunty Donna. Great if you grew up loving The Young Ones, Monty Python or SNL when it was good.
I notice you have a shiv/sarah snook icon too. while it's not as recent as the one's above, the 2015 period drama The Secret River stars Sarah Snook and Oliver Jackson Cohen as 2 married convicts sent to start a new life in early colonial New South Wales and the challenges they face. It's not one of my favourites honestly (it's a little racist in spots because it's made by white women) but it's great performance from Sarah ❤️
Not sure what kind of shows you're into but hopefully there's something that tickles your fancy there.
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