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something incredibly American about an Allied trooper yelling brand names at Soviets until they recognize him as an ally.

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❗❗ANDROID USERS❗❗

Heads up to all android users, google is about to implement AI through A LOT of your google messaging apps, you can't just turn off Gemini, you HAVE TO TURN THIS OFF IN THE APPS SETTINGS THEMSELVES

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If I were a cat, I would simply choose not to be the most annoying creature on the planet.

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Being creative make brain hurty

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sobbing rn because I know shisui had no choice, they would've been slaughtered, or even worse, taken prisoner. but god. the show spent like five episodes letting us fall in love with this delightful boy, showing us that even though he's playful and a little bratty, he truly has a heart of gold, only for them to rip it away cruelly at the end. his capacity for love is limitless, and he fights for the people he cares about. even maomao, who he just met. the way his eyes dimmed when he realised his mom wasn't going to respond fucking broke me already, and one episode later he fucking dies. even worse, he died by suicide with a smile on his face. god I can't do this.

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Got drunk and made potatoes but now I’m off the high and the potatoes are almost done cooking and I’m staring at sliced potatoes in butter, Italian seasoning, rosemary, lemonade powder, and honey in slight fear of how this is gonna taste

Maybe I shouldn’t have judged my ex so hard for the spaghetti and pea incident

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My first major fandom was Doctor who so I tend to approach most plot holes with an “lol what’s canon amirite fellas” kind of attitude but then I stumble into a space where people are obsessed with finding The Truth in canon and I’m like idk bro and then they get mad at me

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There is a potion made that cures the curse of a werewolf. Unfortunately, it only removes the "wolf" part of the curse. Under the light of the full moon, the bearer of the curse becomes a were, which looks exactly like any other human, elf, dwarf, etc., but just feels very slightly anxious and unsettled. Weres are hunted by evil wizards because their blood is basically the perfect raw material for evil potions and charms.

­I like how this implies the wolf thing evolved as a selfdefence mechanism for weres

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I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do the dishes!

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art from April that BLEW up

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Please do not let debt collectors play in your face.

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People straight up do not realize that part of the reason manufacturing is not returning to the United States in massive waves is because we have things like “OSHA” and “environmental laws” and “minimum wages.”

It’s not even just about fair wages. It’s literally about the fact that you can’t dump industrial waste in a river here anymore.

Our cheap goods are so cheap because South American and Asians environments are being destroyed so you can buy a $40 pair of shoes every 3 months.

Cutting granite countertops has lead to a rapid increase in silicosis in the lungs out in California. All the working men and women in my family have died from pulmonary fibrosis. They were carpet layers, Post office workers, floor tilers. Staying safe in manufacturing jobs is annoying but also very, very expensive. Real manufacturing factories belch smoke and dust and grime that causes asthma and birth defects in surrounding communities. Everyone wants their manufacturing jobs back until they realize their kids are living directly under the Asthma Plant.

There will come a time when the workers in these countries rise up and demand better and things will start to even out, but if you want to honestly “do your part,” you gotta stop buying cheap shit for no reason.

Not every event needs to be celebrate with a baseball cap or a coozie or a t shirt or a keychain. Not every wall in the house has to have a picture or a cute phrase on it. The knickknacks are killing people.

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Make Me Your Empress - Chapter 19 is here!

Maomao and Jinshi interrogated her poisoner. Luomen followed up on Maomao and her newborn's health. Maomao made an unusual request of Rikuson.

An update to learn more about the culprit and get the main plot moving. Enjoy!

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Every self respecting con artist knows the first rule of running a con is to make it believable: and while frankly, this is much easier to do when you live in a world where magic and dragons exist, no matter where you are you can't start selling medicine to beautify oneself if you look like Miracle Max and the Albino from the Princess Bride had an unholy lovechild.

The second rule of running a con is to not stay in one place too long - unless of course, you're an evil royal adviser looking to take over a kingdom.

Thankfully, Peri knew these rules very well - or at least, the Nareldic version which is much less impactful for people not from around there - which was why she was currently attempting to wave goodbye to the adoring crowd of nobles and townspeople and extract herself as quickly as possible from the city before the drinking gourd hanging from her belt turned back into an extremely disgruntled dragon.

To be fair on the dragon, a drinking gourd is not exactly the most comfortable shape to be at the best of times, but especially not when you're being jingled and jangled around like an over enthusiastic apple picker shaking a tree too early in the season before being laid out by an unripe russet.

Still, Peri had been trying to get out of the town for a good four days now, ever since she had "slain" the "rampaging dragon" that had been terrorising the local guilds for the past several moons, but, Peri thought, the problem with being even a self proclaimed hero was that everyone expected you to sit down and enjoy what seemed like several dozen parties, endless thanks from what were really overdramatic townspeople, and fend off multiple requests to settle in longterm.

Peri was by now quite good at the latter, but it was still a hassle to deal with as much attention as she would receive every time she would relieve a city of their burdens - as well as the not inconsiderable amount of coins she could guilt out of the meister or local lord.

It was around ten in the morning by the time Peri had gotten a fair enough distance into the surrounding farmlands that there were only the occasional farmer or labourer she was passing by.

Checking the landscape, she carefully untied the loop securing the drinking gourd from her belt, and placed it on a mound to the side of the road near the ditch that ran between the highway and the field of terrytubers that lay parallel to it.

The gourd shuddered slightly, before morphing into what might have been an intimidating figure of a dragon, covered in sharp spikes; had it not been missing the majority of its tail or been bigger than the twenty centimetres long that it was.

The might-have-otherwise-been-scary dragon scurried up the hand Peri held out to it, scrambling up to her shoulder where it perched, a grumpy expression on its scaly face, and immediately began complaining.

"Coulda died, Agg could, Peri coulda made Agg squeeze hisself to death. Poor Agg, being so mangled, absolutely scrambled. Mean Peri hates Agg she does."

"Oh shut it you overgrown skink," Peri said affectionately, "that didn't hurt at all, and I know that for a fact."

Agg growled petulantly - "Peri don't know that, Peri not a witchy mind reader, she's not."

Peri snorted. "Maybe not, but I can still tell your melodramatic ogreshit apart from anything. You're worse than the last king we 'assisted', 'cept you don't want me to marry your idiot son."

Reaching up, she scratched Agg alongside his chin. "Come on you. You'll grow that tail back in no time, and besides, we've got enough of that spiced scootaroo you liked from that butchery to last us until we're well into the next territory, so shut your gob." She said affectionately.

Agg subsided a little, muttering under his breath dolefully occasionally as he perched on Peri's shoulder, the two scam artists soon disappearing into the late autumns noon dust haze. He wouldn't be fully finished with his woeful histronics for a good while yet, but Peri was used to that - besides, being the time of year it was, she was confident a moth or butterfly looking to lay its eggs somewhere would distract him before too long.