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young man. what is that you have found.

I said young man. you picked it up off the ground.

I said young man. you should put that thing down.

I don't think! that! you! should! eat that!

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I need somebody to teach me how to do homestead stuff because I'm at a loss

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I've made a free to use gallery on toyhou.se of GW2 assets I re-created on Krita, for personal use. You can use them for your profiles, folders, snippets, or whatever else you'd like. Enjoy!

Assets here

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this just in you can double up pride flag scarffs with the new racing scarff + the flowing silk backpack

if you want that scarf you have 2 days to get the achievement done YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO BE GOOD AT RACING ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS FINISH THEM A FEW TIME

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When you dash with your warclaw and accidentally kill innocent wildlife

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Redid the entire facade of the homestead house because I'm not fond of the thatch roof and wood look

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req'd by @urlocalllama

BOOOM! :)

text: JUST BLOW THE DAMN GATE, CANACH

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I have been thinking a lot about what a cancer diagnosis used to mean. How in the ‘80s and ‘90s, when someone was diagnosed, my parents would gently prepare me for their death. That chemo and radiation and surgery just bought time, and over the age of fifty people would sometimes just. Skip it. For cost reasons, and for quality of life reasons. My grandmother was diagnosed in her early seventies and went directly into hospice for just under a year — palliative care only. And often, after diagnosis people and their families would go away — they’d cash out retirement or sell the house and go live on a beach for six months. Or they’d pay a charlatan all their savings to buy hope. People would get diagnosed, get very sick, leave, and then we’d hear that they died.

And then, at some point, the people who left started coming back.

It was the children first. The March of Dimes and Saint Jude set up programs and my town would do spaghetti fundraisers and raffles and meal trains to support the family and send the child and one parent to a hospital in the city — and the children came home. Their hair grew back. They went back to school. We were all trained to think of them as the angelic lost and they were turning into asshole teens right in front of our eyes. What a miracle, what a gift, how lucky we are that the odds for several children are in our favor!

Adults started leaving for a specific program to treat their specific cancer at a specific hospital or a specific research group. They’d stay in that city for 6-12 months and then they’d come home. We fully expected that they were still dying — or they’d gotten one of the good cancers. What a gift this year is for them, we’d think. How lucky they are to be strong enough to ski and swim and run. And then they didn’t stop — two decades later they haven’t stopped. Not all of them, but most of them.

We bought those extra hours and months and years. We paid for time with our taxes. Scientists found ways for treatment to be less terrible, less poisonous, and a thousand times more effective.

And now, when a friend was diagnosed, the five year survival odds were 95%. My friend is alive, nearly five years later. Those kids who miraculously survived are alive. The adults who beat the odds are still alive. I grew up in a place small enough that you can see the losses. And now, the hospital in my tiny hometown can effectively treat many cancers. Most people don’t have to go away for treatment. They said we could never cure cancer, as it were, but we can cure a lot of cancers. We can diagnose a lot of cancers early enough to treat them with minor interventions. We can prevent a lot of cancers.

We could keep doing that. We could continue to fund research into other heartbreaks — into Long Covid and MCAS and psych meds with fewer side effects and dementia treatments. We could buy months and years, alleviate the suffering of our neighbors. That is what funding health research buys: time and ease.

Anyway, I’m preaching to the choir here. But it is a quiet miracle what’s happened in my lifetime.

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I love making/designing Carrd pages that are meant to be in-character for Guild Wars 2 businesses in some way. So - I figured - I might as well show off some of the ones I have. A lot of the images are using GW2 images, stock images, or some logos I made myself! The latest one I'm working on is for my character, Tristan's, shop. (I'm trying to do this from scratch!)

Tristan's Repairs (in Ebonhawke)

Check the read more for some other ones I've made.

Some others I've made - usually based off of existing websites (for bakeries/cafes, colleges, farmers market pages, etc.)

Phoebe's Coffee & WizardTea (in Garenhoff)

Crumby Loaves Bakery (in Applenook Hamlet)

Krytan Farmers Markets (a group of Farmers Markets throughout Kryta)

Magical Academy of Garenhoff's Enchanted (a college in Garenhoff)

Some of the posters made for events on these above sites were made with Canva's assets as well. If you made it this far - thanks a bunch for taking a look! I hope to make more Carrds in the future.

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There was this park near where I grew up. I remember we’d just moved to the area so I was around six and we drove past and saw this waterfront area. My parents decided to check it out so we went for a walk. It was a lovely park, there’s a lazy slough, lots of trees, extremely picturesque. My parents ambled along the trail enjoying the nature while my siblings and I ranged around in their orbit like excitable moons.

Then I saw something odd. Something vibrantly alive down by the water that was entirely the wrong color. I called back my vital scouting info and my family gathered around me. We looked down the steep verge toward the slough, screened by underbrush. We couldn’t quite make out what it was. The only thing we could agree was that it certainly wasn’t a duck. However it was about duck sized and roughly duck shaped. It just wasn’t a duck.

This led to some heated debate amongst my siblings and I but we were forbidden to scramble down the muddy hill to harass the mystery animal. Reluctantly we continued down the trail, speculating wildly when a chicken popped out of a bush in front of us with a train of several chicks.

We froze. The chicken did not. She placidly herded her little puffs across the trail, pecking happily for seeds, unbothered by our proximity. My family had not yet delved into farming and this was the first time any of us kids had seen a chicken up close. It was like a fairytale thing, a creature we had seen over and over in books was suddenly here in the wilderness of the park. We all realized the mystery creature had likewise been a chicken.

Another couple came up the trail and saw us staring.

“Is this your first time at the park?” They asked?

We nodded.

They informed us that this park had become a dumping ground for unwanted chickens. Once the chickens were dumped they were park property and the locals didn’t mind the eccentric additions at all. No one looked after the chickens, but they got on surprisingly well.

As the years went by we visited the park regularly. Signs were added to warn people not to dump off chickens or they’d be fined. They were also excluded from snatching the existing chickens. The hope was that the chickens would eventually run their course and the park would go back to normal.

It did not.

Instead the menagerie grew. Peacocks cropped up occasionally, turkeys; and one visit we saw guinea fowl. But there were always chickens. Eventually feed dispenser were installed so park goers could pay a quarter to enjoy the motley flocks.

Because we’d moved into a house with land my mom started up a chicken coop and we got our very own chickens at the feed store like proper folks. The first rooster we had was a gentleman, politely clucking at us when came into the coop, but the second proved troublesome a year later. He either adored or hated me. Every time I entered the coop he’d dance and flounce and brandish his spurs.

My mom didn’t want to off him frankly she didn’t know how at that point but his fascination ended with him flying at me and the rooster was sentenced to banishment.

We drove to the park.

We saw him there for years afterward, clucking dutifully around a small flock of hens. He did pretty well in exile.

Anyone who’s kept chickens knows that eventually there’s always a tragedy. Ours happened when a neighbors dog broke into our coop and slaughtered the flock. I was absolutely distraught, my lovingly hand reared chicks all decimated in a flurry of senseless bloodlust. I have not loved a chicken since. They are too fragile to bear it.

After a few days of mourning my mom offered that she knew where to find some more chickens. To make up for the massacre she planned a night raid with us. We stayed up past our bedtime and drove to the park with tarp covered kennels in the back of the truck.

We crept down along the gravel parking lot, looking up into the trees, spotting the telltale lumps of shadows that meant chickens. We quickly developed a strategy. We picked a chicken branch, creeping close underneath. Then we reached the end of the branch and gave it a good shake until the roosting chicken glided down to the ground in confusion. It was easy to scoop them up and we went home the proud new owner of a handsome flock of chickens.

The Take a Chicken Leave a Chicken park is still a beloved feature of its neighborhood to this day.

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I say this with 0 jugment and honestly mostly just approval/respect but after seeing that charr head tunnel I'm 100% sure a lead designer at anet is into vore

the face scrunch? The spit drops?? Idk maybe I'm just kink brained but this + how many bosses and events have you get eaten and fight in the stomach of are selling it for me

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Just a few more hours

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funniest recent guild wars 2 experience happened while in a rift hunting squad. we've got a full squad, 50 people. we get to lake doric and commander calls a 5 minute bio break. everyone goofs off and runs around for 5 minutes. then we wait. 6 minutes. maybe he's getting water, a snack. 10 minutes. someone busts out a harp and plays us some beautiful music. 15 minutes. people start jokingly questioning where commander is. "did he fall in." "is he coming back." "did he die on the shitter." 20 minutes. "oh my god," says one of commander's guildmates. "will locked himself in the bathroom." "what?" "are you joking?" "no, he's in discord right now. he can't get the door open." jokes abound. "dude must have rattled the foundation of the house" "yeah he's never living this one down." 25 minutes. "will is live streaming from the bathroom." "I'm scared to look." "he's got his phone camera on to show us that the door is jammed." 30 minutes. people are getting antsy. "can someone else in the house get the door open?" "no he's home alone." "uh oh lol." "i g2g soon..." 35. our ranks have dwindled. the squad is half gone, half scattered across the map to do tier 1's. our harpist has left. 40. "he's trying to call out the window for help." 45 minutes. "jesus fucking christ," commander says, "fuck." "he's back!" "how was your bathroom break." "I don't even want to do this map now," commander says. "let's not do lake doric right now. let's go to mount maelstrom." there are less than 10 of us left in squad. we dutifully follow him to mount maelstrom. commander goes to map chat. "doing rifts, 3 t1 1 t2 1 t3 on red tag. i locked myself in the bathroom for an hour." ?????? he announces it to the whole map. unprovoked. no one told him to do that. but i guess the people needed to know.

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guild wars is an insane setting because it's a normal fantasy world but also the closest elf analogue that exists is humanity. what people would at first glance assume to be ""elves"" are actually just vaguely humanoid plant monsters made to serve an unbelievably ancient god-dragon that's also a living jungle and also all of the plant people are at maximum 25 years old because their entire species are basically collectively babies in terms of how long they've existed in-universe. also the orcs are giant cat people. the gnomes are rats. the dwarves are normal but also they're steadily going extinct and also all living rock people now. nobody even knows what a horse is