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Tell Congress: You Must Prioritize Climate Defense

As climate grief hangs heavy in the air today, our hearts are with the tens and thousands of Californians affected by the wildfires raging across the region and devastating their communities. The climate crisis is here and happening in real time, yet President-elect Donald Trump has appointed a trio of climate-denying nominees to head critical energy and environment teams—all of whom are expected to be confirmed by the Senate next week. If you haven't heard about these disastrous choices, here's a quick primer:

Former Congressman Lee Zeldin—who voted against the Inflation Reduction Act and helped defund public transit in New York City—has been appointed to head the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA).

Governor Doug Burgum—who has deep ties with the fossil fuel industry in North Dakota—has been tapped to lead the Department of Interior.

And last but not least, Liberty Energy CEO Chris Wright—who runs an oil and gas company dedicated to fracking—basically purchased his nomination as Secretary of Energy with a $450,000 contribution to Trump's campaign.

Regardless of what happens at next week's Senate confirmation hearings, we can't let Trump and his anti-climate cronies attack critical protections for our health and safety, for clean air and water, and for climate action. And neither should our leaders in Congress.

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[manhattan-gamestop]

Out of curiosity rb and put in the tags how many fics come up when you type your last name into ao3. Apparently even though my last name is uncommon there's like 500

[noornight]

Long distance besties. This definitely happened after the third movie (source: trust me bro)

Based on this

[troythecatfish]

Here’s a personal recommendation of something to take part in:

[bluewolfangel01]

*Takes place after Mc has died and they're now trapped in the celestial realm against their will, no matter what devilish acts they commit (probaly cause of Father's will or something)*

Rapheal: "Michael. Message from the Devildom."

Michael: "Yes Rapheal. What is it?"

Rapheal: *hands Michael a letter with the marked with the wax seal of the Demon King*

Michael: *reads the letter*

Michael: "So.... Unless we allow Mc to leave the celestial realm, the Devildom will declare war on us. And you are quite sure that they are all serious about this? About starting another war after a long period of peace, for a human soul?"

Rapheal: "I'm quite sure. Actually I'm suprised that they all had enough restraint to wait to send the letter."

Michael: *clearly deep in thought*

Michael: "I see."

Mc: "Told you they would start getting real antsy if I was kept here."

Mc: *in Michael's office, standing on the other side of his desk with arms crossed*

Michael: *holding his face in his hands*

Michael: "I should've known they'd do something like this."

Mc: "Yep, you should've. Anyways I'm gonna go be with my boys now. See ya."

Mc was immediately dog piled by their favorite demons upon their return to the Devildom and was not allowed to leave for a long while

(Also thank you to my wonderful mut @opiopal for the inspo)

[quixoticprince]

*In the voice of someone who's only media experience is jjba*: Wow, getting a lot of jjba vibes from tf2

Amidst the chaos and disappointments that encompassed my last two months, I had a fun connection about two of my favorite brain rot comics - you got an immortal(ish) with a harsh backstory who spirals into obsessive hatred that ends in the stealing of their obsession's bodies and subsequently haunt those family lines and those adjacent to them for generations - and I liken the Zeppelis, who shares the Joestar's generational curse by Dio/immortal creatures in general, to the Conaghers who I also see as helpers to the Mann line Its a really cool angle to look at Engie in, who since I was 14 was my least favorite character lol, this really elevated him for me

And so if the Manns are like the Joestars, that means like, Olivia Man is the equivalent of Joseph lol which is very funny to me

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

Ref sheet of OCs made specifically for Art Fight. I love how it turned out

[Image Description in the Alt Text and under the cut]

[Image description: A digital drawing showing 2 characters; one tall human man and one small alien-looking creature.

The man has tan skin, short wild hair, glasses, a white shirt over a green turtleneck, purple pants, and has a cane at his side. The alien creature is chubby, pink with lime-green accents, has big eyes with round eyelashes, and has a big slime blob as a tail. They are both drawn standing, holding hands.

There is text saying "The researcher + The subject", as well as "The subject's size changes depending on the weather of the environment: it gets bigger in humid environments, and smaller in dry ones."

Through the rest of the drawing are doodles, messy sketches of the two characters in various situations. End ID]

[duusheen]

Winterfest! 😁✨

Sterling 2.0 is building his own army of kids. Good for him 😌

[cocoa-rococo]

a rather indulgent and potentially hilarious muddy morals fic idea i can't get out of my head: the smiling dead either need to go back to paradise lost for something (or it's a sort of divergence from the pilot) and they need to get past diligence. so they end up assigning mud to distract him.

mud is panicking because he doesn't know how to distract a pretty violent robot from its goal -- especially one named diligence -- but after a few failed attempts and getting nowhere fast, he decides to say screw it and go for the seduction route (hey, the man's done more embarrassing things in his life than a little flirting).

and it... works? somehow??? as desperate as he is to keep the virtue's attention on him, diligence does seem to be into the flattery, at least, and far be it from mud to stop a plan when it's going well. in the end, however, he ends up fleeing with the others, happy to wipe his hands of the affair in the chaos and not tell anyone the specifics.

and that's when the Problem™ happens.

see, the Problem™ isn't that diligence is furious and wants some form of revenge, like he would've thought, (though he wishes that was the issue, he could handle that).

no, the Problem™ is that diligence is now apparently so enamored by the idea of having a supposed 'suitor' that they're now actually reciprocating, and strongly, to boot.

week after week, it's a flood of phone calls (where did they get his number?), gifts (where did they get his address?!), and bouquets (where did they even get those?! nothing grows here!), until the butcher shop is practically drowning in their letters of how they're waiting for him to return to paradise lost, finish what he started, come and take their virtue, already (he tore it up before the kiddos and ken could see, he's not. he's not even gonna start with that one).

mud is torn between a sense of pride for being able to apparently bag a virtue if he really wanted to, and wishing that he doesn't come back when he dies so he doesn't have to deal with all of this.

(diligence, all the while, is doodling hearts in the margins of their reports. their productivity has shot up in the recent weeks. everyone is baffled, but the smarter soldiers aren't going to ask them about it. after all, they saw what happened to trevor and patrick.)

[yetisidelblog]

Instead of taking bold action to defend our democracy from Donald Trump and his MAGA administration, lame-duck President Biden is using his remaining time in office to give Israel’s government more weapons to carry out its genocide against Palestinians.

The additional $8 billion in weapons transfers would include the same types of munitions used to kill 90 and injure 300 Palestinian civilians living in tents in what they were told was a safe zone.

At this point, the United Nations, Amnesty International, Human Rights Watch, Doctors Without Borders, the International Criminal Court, genocide scholars, multiple world leaders, and other organizations have concluded that Israel is committing genocide and ethnic cleansing in Gaza.

The Israeli military is targeting civilians, kidnapping doctors, letting babies freeze to death, and starving millions of people.

But that hasn’t stopped Biden and the U.S. government from supplying Nethanyahu with the resources to carry out this violence. It will be his legacy.

In two weeks, Donald Trump will replace Biden in the White House. We’re running out of time to pressure Biden to hold Israel accountable and do everything in his power to secure a ceasefire — add your name to our petition urging Biden to act NOW!

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[nadiajustbe]

I think the most beautiful thing about writing of Howl and Sophie's pair is that they are written as people before being written as a pair. Let me explain this very quick.

The thing about book Sophie and Howl is that they are not really fully fitting into any "classic" romantic trope. They are not exactly enemies to lovers, as their angry chats are definitely cannot be considered a life or death battle, they are not rivals to lovers because the only aspect of rivalry between them is the cleaningness of Howl's room. They are not friends to lovers, as their relationship just doesn't fit into "friendship" structure at the very start, nor they are roomates (yes, they live in the same house but that's not the core aspect of their relationships). Of course, you can go on and fit the name of the trope you found specifically for them, but that's the thing.

They simply cannot be processed through a pairings lenses only, in order to understand how they act in relationship you need to analyse them separately, as a characters first of all. Cause that's what the book itself does!

Sure, it doesn't have a whole lot of romance instead, but it gives us time to learn and observe the life of incredibly written, alive characters, understand them as personalities first of all, while slowly immersing the dynamic between two characters (in this case, Howl and Sophie) into work. They are written as personalities, both being fully separated and interviewing, changing eachother's point of view.

It's difficult to find a trope for them. They're are not a trope. They are Howl and Sophie, and that's probably the only way their dynamic can be properly described. Just as real people, they are not really fitting into the boxes of linial character progression, but go way deeper into being complex, filled with little differences and moments only people with their personality can have in romantic (or any different) kind of interaction. They're imperfect, and silly, and multidimensional and the reader knows them well enough to imagine them interacting way beyond of what the book says to them.

They are being people before being a ship, a pair of a trope — and that's why they work so perfectly charming in the end.

Howl and Sophie are unique in being themselves.

[scruncheduppaper]

seeing ppl on twitter’s takes about snowgrave kriselle makes me want to kill myself oh my godddd “its toxic” “regular kriselle better bc its healthier” DO YOU THINK I WANT TO SEE THEM MUSHY KISS AND BE LOVEY DOVEY AND HUG EACH OTHER??? NO!!! the APPEAL is that adding romantic connotations to their snowgrave relationship (which mind you very much already exists in canon) allow their relationship to become so much more interesting. do i think they’ll become truly endgame canon? do i think they’re in love with each other??? ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! AND I DONT WANT THEM TO!!! the POINT is that it’s supposed to be dark and interesting and exploratory of their characters in relation to the deconstruction of autonomy in video games through gender roles and principles of knighthood and the idea of the “damsel in distress”. not to mention that “shipping” regular kriselle and snowgrave kriselle isnt mutually exclusive either. in fact i think understanding both allows you to analyse their relationship much more fully and deeply than without considering the other side. and besides, isnt the fucking point of shipping to explore character relationships??? why would you want to Ignore nuance and depth rather than focus on it???? are you unable to handle anything deeper or darker than like fucking cocomelon??? if you hate character analysis and dark themes in relationships you can head on back there or smth idfk oh my lord i cant fucking TAKE IT ANYMORE

[bamfwizard]

my favorite ship dynamic of all time is "rivals to lovers to rivals again but serious this time but not serious enough to be enemies but also still lovers but kinda lowkey about it"

[kurara-black-blog]

Damn, Light legit thought people would find it ok to set up an explosive trap in your drawer just cuz you didn't want people reading your diary—

[scoobit9]

jeeves and the club for inverts

[jadewritesficshere]

Eddie x fem!reader (reader wears lingerie, no other descriptions of reader given except mentioning hitting that spot just right)

Contents: lingerie, both are a lil pervy tbh, humiliation, crying, praise kink, sub!Eddie, this is literally just horny ramblings

18+ only

It wasn't every day you came back to your house and your best friend had broken in. Maybe, every other week at best.

Usually, Eddie would be high eating your snacks (you were thinking about getting a lock for the cabinets). Or he would be watching whatever show you recorded and tease you about spoiling it (you threatened to use the VHS to beat him over the head and strangle him with the VHS ribbon if he did).

But, you had no clue Eddie was even in your house today. His van wasn't parked in your driveway when you came home. His shoes weren't in a haphazard pile at the front door. You had 0 clue he was there.

Not until you heard a thump coming from your bedroom. Which, your first thought went to the knickknacks you had that someone could be stealing (they wouldn't cause to a normal person it was junk but to you they were memories).

You grabbed a knife from the kitchen (you weren't gonna die without a fight, besides you learned a thing or two from the horror movies Eddie made you watch). You quietly pushed your bedroom door open and-

Shit.

Eddie was standing in your room in front of your mirror. Miles of pale skin just on display, scattered with contrasting dark tattoos he had. Nothing on, save for your lilac lingerie.

The palest purple lace bra, you can see from the back isn't even clipped correctly, missing the hook entirely. But the color is striking on Eddie. The lace thong cuts high on Eddie's ass, and you try not to gawk at the little black heart tattooed on his cheek. Eddie's scars seem softer amongst the lace.

How often did Eddie do this? Come over and put on your lingerie? Stand in front of the mirror and rub his fingers over his one hardened nipple. You couldn't see from where you were, but you knew his cock was hard. He'd be leaking all over your underwear, marking them.

Eddie lets out a little moan and it ignites a fire in your gut. You lick you lips as you watch Eddie, which maybe makes you a pervert but really it is your house and he is wearing your clothes so if anyone is-

Fuck why is it so hot?

"So-" you clear your throat. Eddie let's out a screech (that you are pretty sure ruined your eardrums) as he whirls around. He tries to cover himself with his arms, curls in on himself. And Holy cow he is hard.

He is big, so big, the tip just peeking out of the waistband of the panties. You can see the pearly translucent precum already dripping onto the underwear.

"I- fuck, I'm aha listen I can exp- i can explain!" Eddie fumbles over his words. You blink a few times tearing your eyes away from his massive dick (oh it would feel so good it would hit every spot just right).

Eddie's face is red, tears welling up in his eyes. "Oh Baby, no," you rush over, pausing when Eddie flinches. You gently put a hand out on Eddie's shoulder, drawing him into a hug, " It's- it's okay. Please don't cry." "Don't hate me." You gasp in shock, pulling back to look in his eyes," I could never!"

Eddie's eyes are wet, filled with unshed tears. His nose is turning a bit red, from embarrassment, shame, or sadness you can't tell. But his cheeks are such a pretty pink you think it'd look nice elsewhere on his pale skin.

Eddie hides his face with his hair, shuffling his feet a bit. "So..." you pause unsure how to ask it politely so you just go for it," I can see this is a kink thing...but like, what kind?"

Eddie shrugs," Wanted to feel pretty..." You frown," You are pretty Eddie." Eddie shakes his head and gestures to his abdomen," Not with these."

Eddie really should not be drawing your eyes any further south then his face. Cause your pulse kicks up and the fire inside you lights back up your spine. You can't help but notice his dick is still hard as a rock.

"You are too pretty." "Not really." "Yes!" Not-" You shove Eddie lightly, causing him to stumble back and fall onto the bed. Eddie's eyes widen in shock as he peers up at you.

"Don't talk about my best friend that way! You are too pretty. And handsome. Funny. So talented," You sigh and step forward, into Eddie's parted legs. Eddie leans up on his elbows and blinks rapidly at you. "You're so fucking pretty Baby." You murmur, hand reaching out lightly touching his thigh.

Eddie let's out a whine before looking startled at himself. You can't help but notice his dick twitch under the pale purple lace. "You like being called pretty?" You smirk. "Like when you call me Baby," Eddie replies softly.

You aren't sure who moves first, but suddenly your arms are wrapped around each other. Your lips meet Eddie's without hesitation. His are slightly chapped but still soft, molding perfectly against your own.

You run your hand down Eddie's neck, to the pale bra strap and snap it. He gasps and you take the chance, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes of weed, mint gum, and just Eddie.

Eddie moans against you, hips bucking forward seeking friction. You pull back, gasping for air. Eddie let's out a whine," No, come back-" "I ain't going anywhere Baby."

Eddie's eyes flutter shut as he bites his lip. He hums as you kiss his jaw, lightly nipping at his pulse point. He shivers against you, hips bucking forward again. You suck lightly as you decide to give him some relief.

Your hand snakes down, grasping him firmly. You lightly squeeze through the lace, giving just enough friction as you move your hand.

"Look so good in my lingerie Baby, you should wear it more often." You murmur between kisses. Eddie nods absently, gasping and moaning beneath you. "Got a red pair that has some nice straps, you'd look so metal and so so pretty."

Eddie freezes, mouth falling open. His brow wrinkles slightly as he moans, pleasure overtaking him. His hips spasm, even his thighs twitch, as he comes. You can feel your underwear get soaked along with part of his stomach.

You stroke him through it, extending his pleasure until he whimpers and pushes at your hand. You pull back, smiling softly at his face. Eddie's eyes flutter open, darting down to your lips. "Kiss?" He asks quietly, unsure. You simply smile and kiss him again.