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Consider: chainmail.

Traditional plate armor is heavy, loud, limits your range of motion, and you'll cook in it. Plate armor is also hard to make and maintain. Chainmail however is lighter, quieter, provides freedom of movement, allows airflow, and any 16 y/o who likes fantasy can make it. You could even make it from plastic if only humans can turn into zombies to up the benefits. Even without the brain barrier to stop them damaging their bodies there's only so much power possible from a human bite. If predatory animals can be turned please go with metal. They use something similar to chainmail for shark divers nowadays, it normally leaves bruises but no broken skin. Speed and stealth are just as important as strength and durability during a zombie apocalypse as limited resources means you will have to fight and avoid other humans as well as zombies. Remember kids, plate armor won't stop a bullet!

why don't people in zombie apocalypse stories ever just wear suits of armor? you think any zombie is gonna get their shitty rotting jaws through this?

I'm gonna rip and tear my way through the zombie apocalypse completely unharmed because none of the undead hoards will be able to get through my plate mail

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As a young autistic child, I thought the only religious option for me was to be an evangelical Christian. I'm also a little shit and cannot accept things that don't make sense just because a figure of authority tells them to me. So here's the 6 steps I took doing a deep dive trying to make sense of things and save my faith.

Step 1.) Fully read an NIV copy of the Bible at 10 y/o and take notes about any questions. (The Internet is useful to define the words used.)

Step 2.) Observe the people in your church. What are they saying, doing, believing? Is it consistent with what you've read? Take notes on any questions.

Step 3.) Internet and library time! Research the theology and actual history of Christianity and the region at the time. Take notes on any questions.

Step 4.) Talk to your Church leaders, join a ton of Bible studies, and take a college level apologetics course to try and answer your questions. Take notes on any questions.

Step 5.) Become an atheist at 17 y/o because there are no good answers to your questions.

Step 6.) Spend the rest of your life knowing more about Christian theology, Biblical history, and Apologetics than the people trying to convert you.

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This is my dumb dumb. He was 150lb last time I weighed him and is always *extremely* excited to see young kids. The family I adopted him from as an older puppy had a 5 year old son he played with a lot, so he gets super playful and affectionate around anyone near that age. But he's 3x the size he was then and kids get knocked down easily and then are scared of dogs. Unless the kid has been around and done well with a 50lb+ excitable dog I try to limit their playful interactions and even then I'm watching like a hawk. He sits quietly for pets from other kids but he stays in a heel position the whole time.

I recently started working in a daycare with kids 3-6 years old. As soon as I get home I have to change my clothes because his nose is glued to my pants while he looks at me with sad betrayal in his big brown eyes.

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CW! Discussions of child abuse, neglect, and the omegaverse.

I've always done this thing for my younger siblings where I'd make blanket forts or even just arrange mats, blankets, pillows, and other soft things on the floor in a safe out of the way place and we'd just chill there. When things got bad at home growing up I'd make one and we (my siblings and I) would hide and decompress there until things blew over. I've also always been particular about who was allowed inside, my siblings had a standing invitation, younger cousins had to ask first but were always let in, cousins my age or older and all adults were not welcome ever. When I made my first close friendships in my early teens I started doing it for them at my house after the first few sleepovers. I also used to (and still do if I'm being honest) trade blankets, pillows, and hoodies with my best friend because the smell of her laundry soap combined with the slight mustiness of the old house she lives in made me feel safe.

When I was 16 I mentioned this to someone as a funny story (I'm blaming my autism (positive) for my lack of filter) and they said, "oh, you're into those (derogatory) fanfictions." It took me about another year to stumble onto the omegaverse and realize what they meant. Apparently I display characteristics of an omega such as nesting (including being territorial over my nest only letting pack and pups in) and collecting scents from my people (I also sniff people I'm close with when I hug them, everyone smells different and it's soothing okay) and my traumatized autistic ass has been doing it since I was 10. (It's legitimately funny to me now that I've grown as a person and I'm out as Transmasc because of the whole premise behind the omegaverse.)

After I figured it out I stopped nesting for a few years out of embarrassment, but it was honestly so stressful not to. It had all started as a way to comfort my siblings when things got bad at home and distract them into having fun, but had turned into one of the only things I could do to feel completely safe myself. Neither of my siblings had it great growing up because their primary caregiver was also a child, but I took the brunt of the verbal abuse and harsh "punishments" where I could and made sure everyone was fed and clean. Those quiet times in my nest away from everything were the only times I could relax even a little. My kiddos were safe, happy, and comfortable in easy eyesight so I could let myself breathe. I deserve to do something that makes me more comfortable now even if it makes some people uncomfortable. I survived my childhood, my genetically terrible body, and my abysmal mental health all while raising two human beings I'm so incredibly proud of now their grown. I deserve to have a nest if I want one, as a lil treat.

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CW! non-graphic discussions of food. See tags for further details. If I need to add tags to avoid someone seeing anything they don't want to, PM me and I'll add them.

To the person who once tried to control what I put in my body by telling me I "put enough cheese on my soup to upset even the French," I didn't have a good comeback then but I've come up with one now.

"It's a good thing I'm the one eating it then and not you. Also what right do you have to speak for the French? You have zero French heritage and are as white American as it gets. At least the cheese I'm eating isn't made out of plastic America-boy."

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Selfishness is born of scarcity. Humans are naturally pack animals, we will protect our own unless there's not enough for us.

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I'm crying in the shower listening to a playlist that is entirely Mitski and Hozier. Because I may be body, mind, and soul a disaster twink, but I am filled with the same wistful yearning as a closeted lesbian falling in love for the first time.

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Came home after 10 days at my parents recovering from a tonsillectomy to find my apartment flooded and the majority of my belongings ruined.

The only thing I'm upset about is having to talk to people and let them in my house.

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When you realize you're over twice (Walker)Percy's age and have to reassess your whole life. I have students the same age as this boy I'm panicking!

gonna say the shift from seeing percy as a cool older kid when i first read the book to now seeing him as my little brother i need to protect at all costs is mind-boggling

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Stop telling people

You can't love others until you love yourself

I couldn't love myself first

It's still hard to believe I'm good

But I could love others

Every bit of hatred and brokenness I felt

Poured out as compassion

Undying devotion to those who earned it

Attempts to help, to save you before

You were shattered beyond use and recognition

Like I had been, like I was

I still wouldn't love myself if not for you

Because how can I be bad, evil, wrong, broken

If someone so fundamentally opposite of that sees me as worthy

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In S1 Ep32 'Grilling In the Name Of,' the dad's and kids are captured by orcs and put in a cage over a fire to be cooked after being covered in butter and herbs. Henry brings up that last summer Lark and Sparrow learned how to pick locks to break into his and Mercedes Oak-Garcia's things. He then asks if they remember how to do it and if the twins will pick the locks on the cage. My favorite bit is Lark saying, "it's no fun if you want us to do it," Henry without missing a beat saying something like, "That's good because I only wanted Sparrow to do it," and Lark immediately picking the lock. If I remember right Lark opens his lock and Sparrow doesn't open his.

Anyway all that to say they only learned how to pick locks about age 11 canonically, and then proceeded to make it everyone's problem.

I like to think that lark asking if any of the kids know how to pick locks was just like. a teachable moment in his mind bc you’re fucking telling me lark and sparrow weren’t lockpicking lawyer stans from the age of 4????? and then when scary eldritch blasted he was just like well okay not the time to teach the next generation to do crime

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Sherlock Holmes modern adaptation but the main characters (Sherlock, Watson, Mrs. Hudson, Irene Adler, and maybe even Lestrade) are all vampires and they’ve just been doing their thing since the time period of the original books

Irene gets to be from New Jersey like she is in canon and she’ll occasionally show up and help Sherlock with a case but they don’t ever date or hook up or anything

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Laufey is a Bond girl and no one can tell me otherwise.

A single light illuminates the stage in the villain's club and there she is in her evening gown and red lipstick. Crooning into a microphone, all moral ambiguity and sadness, seducing 007 with her eyes.

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are you taking part in no nut november

In this current climate?! Are you fucking insane? The dopamine i'm receiving from ringing the devils doorbell is the only thing stopping my mental health from collapsing into itself like the house at the end of the film Poltergeist. Let's not be silly, anon.