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It's me😬

The friends that are chronically 30 minutes late are so important to have because they teach u patience and the meaning of loving someone so much u let ur anger go. I have not mastered either yet but I’m sure it’s coming

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meet dark fantasy Soap in all his glory (or filth, mostly)

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Jedi Archive Series: Creche Gardens, 5th Centaxday, 3622 ATC. [3 of ?]

Closeups under cut!

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Hidden Gems of TV Writing

Have you ever heard of Robert and Michelle King? While their names might not strike a chord, series like “The Good Wife”, “Brain Dead”, Evil”, and the recent “Elsbeth” will probably ring a bell. To be up front, I never got in to “The Good Wife”. (That may be about to change.)

In 2019 I got hooked on the television series “Evil”. It is a fascinating fictional look at a female psychologist who works with the New York City’s District Attorney as a consultant, a priest in training who is working with the Catholic Church to investigate possible demonic possessions or miracles, and a scientist looking at scientific explanations for what appear to be evil manifestations or other unexplained phenomena. The show’s writing is witty, sometimes controversial, and always intriguing. It started out on CBS before being picked up by Paramount+ in 2021. Regrettably Covid followed by the Screen Writers Strike killed it. I believe it could easily have continued for several seasons if not for that one-two punch. (It can be viewed streaming on Paramount)+) One of the subtleties of the series was the discreet political references. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evil_(TV_series)

Segue… My sister Kathy watches more current TV shows than I do. On the whole, her tastes are different from mine. She enjoys romantic comedies and love stories, I like crime documentaries or anything based on Stephen King. She’d been nagging me to watch a few new shows, including “Elsbeth”. She insisted the main character reminded her of me. That steered me away from watching it. But, during one weekday afternoon when I was suffering from a prolonged case of writer’s block I watched the first episode. Perhaps because I saw the resemblance between myself and the quirky Elsbeth I wasn’t immediately drawn in. It’s a series about a lawyer who “temporarily” relocated from Chicago to New York. Elsbeth Tascioni is assigned by the Department of Justice ostensibly to oversee some controversial arrests by the New York Police Department. However, there’s a subplot. She’s investigating an NYPD police captain’s possible corruption. The interesting thing about the crimes is that they occur at the beginning of the show. The viewer follows Elsbeth as she uses her quirky vision to track down killers. She is like a Sherlock Holmes/Monk character. Similar to “Evil”, there are subtle political references that pop up here and there. By the third episode I was invested. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elsbeth_(TV_series)

I always watch the credits at the end of films. Yes, I know. A lot of people do that. Sometimes there are little “surprises” after the credits. That isn’t why I wait and watch. I love film and appreciate the skills of the people who use their talents and training to bring movies to the screen. I seldom watch the credits after television shows. It happens sometimes. If a show has great characters or creative scripts I’ll check out who did the work. If the directing is impressive or the editing sharp I want to know if the talent has worked on other projects. Imagine my surprise when the names Robert and Michelle King appeared in the credits of both shows.

In June 2016, I discovered “Brain Dead”. Described on Wikipedia as a “political satirescience fiction[1][2][3]comedy-drama” (that's a mouthful) it kept me hooked from the first episode. During the hectic days of the presidential campaigns, the show brought enough ironic humor to television to tickle my funny bone. Centered in Washington, D.C., the premise is based on alien bugs infesting the brains of Congress members and other random people—obviously, a conspiracy to take over the government of the United States. Documentary filmmaker Laurel Healy takes a position working for her brother, Senator Luke Healy. She discovers the conspiracy and proceeds to investigate further. While the alien bugs manipulate members of Congress, occasionally, their interference causes the heads of the affected to explode. Rather than give the entire plot away, I encourage viewers to find this gem and watch. With our current political situation in the US it will provide an amusing look at the environment we live in. The show was supposed to last four seasons, with the bugs going on to Wall Street, Silicon Valley, and Hollywood. I would love to have seen the expansion of the alien control; the show was canceled. Perhaps some streaming service will pick it up. It’s more pertinent now than ever. And we need to be able to laugh at the insanity of the current political climate.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/BrainDead

Perhaps you have already been aware of the incredible talents of the Kings. If you have watched any of the shows they created and wrote, you are fortunate. They are able to combine serious subjects with satire and tongue in cheek humor, taking the edge off controversy while acknowledging its existence.

Source: Hidden Gems of TV Writing

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Enrique Gonzalez - The transfigured night, 2022. Oil on board / 145 x 145 x 5.5 cm. .

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vibes are off. gonna lay face down on the floor until further notice.

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Mermay 21-30 by Christophe Young

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Me: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love this. So good!

Come Softly

Frankie Morales x nonbinary!reader

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist

Summary: At Will's wedding, Frankie noticed your back pain.

Warnings: Chronic back and neck pain and feelings around that. Ablism. Misgendering.

Immersivity: Reader uses they/them pronouns. Reader dresses more fem for the wedding (dress, talks about heels), reader has chronic back/neck pain.

Written for @mani-pedro I had this idea in my head for a while but I saw you were in pain rn and needed comfort so I decided NOW IS THE TIME

Written also for Disability Visibility! Theres one more technical day left as it goes through May, BUT I have a few who reached out about extensions so if you need one just hmu!!!

1.4k Words

A/N: Yes this is a version on my LAL universe you'll recognize the names Alice and Lorelei okay I just like using them in other stories!!

The night had been going well, honestly. Frankie had convinced you it was okay to wear your flats, the ones with doctor Scholl's support built in to help the body pains, and although it did upset you that your body couldn’t handle the sexy heels you used to rock back in the day, you do feel more comfortable.

Only Benny’s girlfriend, Alice, had made a comment about the shoes, but you didn't feel like a fight tonight. You didn’t know what Ben saw in her, especially when it was clear to everyone but Ben that Santi was in love with him. Ben was a mystery to everyone, including Will. Despite the outgoing personality, he kept his secrets to himself.

You danced slow to Come Softly To Me by the Fleetwoods, Frankie’s arms wrapped around you. Frankie looked handsome as ever, his little tuxedo and bowtie, grinning like an idiot the whole time he stood to the right of Will for his wedding. Frankie loved his friends dearly, and seeing them happy made him happy. You thumb at your engagement ring. You and him were next.

He rubs at the known sore spots, the backless dress allowing open access. “How are you feeling? I notice you’ve been sitting a lot.”

You want to lie and say fine, but you knew you needed to trust Frankie with your pain, love him enough to share it.

“My back hurts…” You mumble into the crisp, starched dress clothes. 

“Usual spots, or more whole back?”

“Whole upper back and then that spot lower right. By my ribs.”

Frankie hums, starts rubbing at that spot to ease it. Frankie knows all your usual pain points, the pain and him long enemies. You once joked that him and your back were enemies, but Frankie insisted it wasn’t your back that was the problem, but the pain. You know he doesn’t want to issue the blame to your body, but sometimes it’s like you can’t separate the two. Your body and pain were one most days, it was just a matter or how much. You never could medicate to pain free, only manageable. 

🎶‘I want, want you to know

I love, I love you so

Please hold, hold me so tight

All through, all through the night’🎶

“Feels nice…” You love how he touches you, whether for pleasure or to ease the pain, sometimes both. His longer fingers knew intimately the ways in which you hurt, the ways you tingled and aches and thrummed. He knew how to take so much of the pain away. Never all of it, but much of it. He was a pilot, an engineer. You body was like a plane to him, something his hands were capable of bringing to their highest performance.

In the early days of dating him, it was a rare fight, but his attentiveness did, in fact, cause one. You were tired of chasing a cure. While you tried new things to ease the pain, you gave up searching to cure pain that had been with you for so long. Your neck and back were fucked, they always would be. Frankie hadn’t given up on you, and you found it sweet… but sometimes you had wondered if he was trying to cure his way into a partner who could sit at barstools without a backrest, who could go on long hikes, who didn’t need a heating pad packed every vacation and a medicine cabinet full of remedies.

You wondered if he wished he had a partner who could wear heels.

It had caused a fight, and you tried to break up with him, tried to free him… but Frankie never let you go.

“No.”

That was his response to the break up. He didn’t mean it in a possessive way, in the way of ‘you are never allowed to leave me’ but in the way of ‘I know what you’re doing, and I won’t allow it.’

Since then he’d made you feel like it was his pleasure to care for you, that it was something he enjoyed, something he’d do whether or not you were disabled.

Dum-dum, dum-doo-dum, dooby-doo

Dum-dum, dum-doo-dum, dooby-doo

Dum-dum, dum-doo-dum, dooby-doo...

The song fades away, and Frankie pulls you towards the bathroom. “Come on, I got some icey hot patches.”

In the family bathroom, you try to protest. “I don’t need it… I’ll be fine.”

Frankie turns you around, using the open back to access the two pain spots. Your heart clenched, realizing he’d packed icy hot for you in his wallet, just in case… 

The relief was damn near immediate.

“There we go.” Once again you are maneuvered, this time to him where he gave your lips a peck. 

You frown at him. “But I can’t cover up the patches…” 

He looks at you with a question. “So?”

“People will see…”

“Baby…” Frankie grabs your shoulders. “Listen to me. You’re in pain, this is a treatment. Don’t be embarrassed. I got your back, always.”

You knew he did. You smile at him. He always did.

*

Frankie was talking to Ben, Santi, and Alice although that last part was not voluntary. You were over by the snacks talking to Will’s new wife, Lorelei, and he was waiting for a chance to go rejoin you… but you two seemed to be getting on so well. It was nice when their partners got along; no one liked Alice, and it made an issue.

“Well, they have back pain.” Ben starts explaining why your neck and back hurt all the time, which snapped Frankie back to reality.

“Hm?” He turns back to his friends (and Alice.)

Alice speaks quick to deflect, “It’s nothing! Just saying she looks very pretty with those shoes.” She gestures to you. 

“They” Santiago correct. “And no, you fucking weren’t, you were being a bitch.”

Frankie’s eyes widened. It takes a lot for Santi to call a woman a bitch; his mother would kill him.

Ben turns to Santi. “Jesus Pope! Relax”

“No!” Pope points at Ben. “Your girlfriend is a bitch and she’s rude to everyone, including you! Everyone sees it but you’re so blind you can’t see you deserve to be treated-!”

“Hey!” Frankie stepped in between his two friends, veins thrumming because he knew she said something about you but there was another matter to deal with. His hands kept the men apart. “We are not doing this at Will’s wedding.” He turned to Alice. “Are you going to tell me what you said?”

Alice hesitated for a moment, then her face settled, dropping the mask of innocence. She is about to stand on her shit. “She- they or whatever, is making a scene at someone else’s wedding. It’s embarrassing to watch.”

He turns to look at Ben as Ben looks at his girlfriend, confused. He’s seeing her for the first time exactly as she is. “Why would you say that… They’re in pain…”

Alice tried to refute that you were just looking for attention.

Frankie turned back to Alice. “Do not. Ever. Speak about my fiance like that. Ever.”

She glares right back. “You can’t tell me what to-”

“Get out.” Ben’s voice from beside Frankie. When she looked shocked, he insisted. “I mean it. We’re fucking done, Alice.”

She took a step forward, and when Benny flinched Santi stepped between them. When he was angry, Santi was a fearful sight.

Alice stormed off. Ben, anxiety over finally breaking up ran off in another direction, Santi taking off after him. Frankie wandered his way back to you.

*

On a long bench outside, you lay on Frankie’s lap while he rubbed your neck. Only a few straggles from the wedding party and those not ready to end the night remained. You watched Will and Lorelei dance their last dance. Santi and Ben danced in the corner.

“What was all that about? Earlier?” You asked, eyes on the others.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“I thought a fight was about to break out. I tried to keep Lorelei distracted, didn’t want her to see a fight at her wedding.”

Of course you’d noticed. You always did.

Frankie sighed. “Alice said something shitty, Ben decided it was his last straw.”

“OOOHHHH! That’s why Santi and Benny are finally dancing together. Did you stop the fight?”

Frankie thought back. Usually, he was the peacemaker. But he wasn’t sure he was the calmest person in the room that moment. Definitely calmer than Santi and his anger issues though.

“We got it figured out. I think she’s gone now.”

He rubbed your neck, getting right at that spot right where your scalp ended.

“Thank you for taking care of me, baby.”

“Always gonna take care of you. Always.”

THANKS FOR READING ILYYYY

So happy with so many great submissions to my event!

and thank yall so much for all the support while i struggle with my anxiety. it has not been easy <3

Please consider reblogging to support artists and writers

tagging usually plus thos whove expressed chronic neck/back pain to me as well. I suffer from it pretty bad so this was near and dear to me.

@my-secret-shame @missdictatorme @sunshineispunk @pedge-page @miraclesabound @clawdee @max--phillips @kewwrites

appriciate y'all. Wen to the doctor, got back on anti anxiety and anti depressants. Hopefully will be feeling better soon.

Other piece written for event is Joel x deaf!reader

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Me: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love this. So good!

Come Softly

Frankie Morales x nonbinary!reader

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist

Summary: At Will's wedding, Frankie noticed your back pain.

Warnings: Chronic back and neck pain and feelings around that. Ablism. Misgendering.

Immersivity: Reader uses they/them pronouns. Reader dresses more fem for the wedding (dress, talks about heels), reader has chronic back/neck pain.

Written for @mani-pedro I had this idea in my head for a while but I saw you were in pain rn and needed comfort so I decided NOW IS THE TIME

Written also for Disability Visibility! Theres one more technical day left as it goes through May, BUT I have a few who reached out about extensions so if you need one just hmu!!!

1.4k Words

A/N: Yes this is a version on my LAL universe you'll recognize the names Alice and Lorelei okay I just like using them in other stories!!

The night had been going well, honestly. Frankie had convinced you it was okay to wear your flats, the ones with doctor Scholl's support built in to help the body pains, and although it did upset you that your body couldn’t handle the sexy heels you used to rock back in the day, you do feel more comfortable.

Only Benny’s girlfriend, Alice, had made a comment about the shoes, but you didn't feel like a fight tonight. You didn’t know what Ben saw in her, especially when it was clear to everyone but Ben that Santi was in love with him. Ben was a mystery to everyone, including Will. Despite the outgoing personality, he kept his secrets to himself.

You danced slow to Come Softly To Me by the Fleetwoods, Frankie’s arms wrapped around you. Frankie looked handsome as ever, his little tuxedo and bowtie, grinning like an idiot the whole time he stood to the right of Will for his wedding. Frankie loved his friends dearly, and seeing them happy made him happy. You thumb at your engagement ring. You and him were next.

He rubs at the known sore spots, the backless dress allowing open access. “How are you feeling? I notice you’ve been sitting a lot.”

You want to lie and say fine, but you knew you needed to trust Frankie with your pain, love him enough to share it.

“My back hurts…” You mumble into the crisp, starched dress clothes. 

“Usual spots, or more whole back?”

“Whole upper back and then that spot lower right. By my ribs.”

Frankie hums, starts rubbing at that spot to ease it. Frankie knows all your usual pain points, the pain and him long enemies. You once joked that him and your back were enemies, but Frankie insisted it wasn’t your back that was the problem, but the pain. You know he doesn’t want to issue the blame to your body, but sometimes it’s like you can’t separate the two. Your body and pain were one most days, it was just a matter or how much. You never could medicate to pain free, only manageable. 

🎶‘I want, want you to know

I love, I love you so

Please hold, hold me so tight

All through, all through the night’🎶

“Feels nice…” You love how he touches you, whether for pleasure or to ease the pain, sometimes both. His longer fingers knew intimately the ways in which you hurt, the ways you tingled and aches and thrummed. He knew how to take so much of the pain away. Never all of it, but much of it. He was a pilot, an engineer. You body was like a plane to him, something his hands were capable of bringing to their highest performance.

In the early days of dating him, it was a rare fight, but his attentiveness did, in fact, cause one. You were tired of chasing a cure. While you tried new things to ease the pain, you gave up searching to cure pain that had been with you for so long. Your neck and back were fucked, they always would be. Frankie hadn’t given up on you, and you found it sweet… but sometimes you had wondered if he was trying to cure his way into a partner who could sit at barstools without a backrest, who could go on long hikes, who didn’t need a heating pad packed every vacation and a medicine cabinet full of remedies.

You wondered if he wished he had a partner who could wear heels.

It had caused a fight, and you tried to break up with him, tried to free him… but Frankie never let you go.

“No.”

That was his response to the break up. He didn’t mean it in a possessive way, in the way of ‘you are never allowed to leave me’ but in the way of ‘I know what you’re doing, and I won’t allow it.’

Since then he’d made you feel like it was his pleasure to care for you, that it was something he enjoyed, something he’d do whether or not you were disabled.

Dum-dum, dum-doo-dum, dooby-doo

Dum-dum, dum-doo-dum, dooby-doo

Dum-dum, dum-doo-dum, dooby-doo...

The song fades away, and Frankie pulls you towards the bathroom. “Come on, I got some icey hot patches.”

In the family bathroom, you try to protest. “I don’t need it… I’ll be fine.”

Frankie turns you around, using the open back to access the two pain spots. Your heart clenched, realizing he’d packed icy hot for you in his wallet, just in case… 

The relief was damn near immediate.

“There we go.” Once again you are maneuvered, this time to him where he gave your lips a peck. 

You frown at him. “But I can’t cover up the patches…” 

He looks at you with a question. “So?”

“People will see…”

“Baby…” Frankie grabs your shoulders. “Listen to me. You’re in pain, this is a treatment. Don’t be embarrassed. I got your back, always.”

You knew he did. You smile at him. He always did.

*

Frankie was talking to Ben, Santi, and Alice although that last part was not voluntary. You were over by the snacks talking to Will’s new wife, Lorelei, and he was waiting for a chance to go rejoin you… but you two seemed to be getting on so well. It was nice when their partners got along; no one liked Alice, and it made an issue.

“Well, they have back pain.” Ben starts explaining why your neck and back hurt all the time, which snapped Frankie back to reality.

“Hm?” He turns back to his friends (and Alice.)

Alice speaks quick to deflect, “It’s nothing! Just saying she looks very pretty with those shoes.” She gestures to you. 

“They” Santiago correct. “And no, you fucking weren’t, you were being a bitch.”

Frankie’s eyes widened. It takes a lot for Santi to call a woman a bitch; his mother would kill him.

Ben turns to Santi. “Jesus Pope! Relax”

“No!” Pope points at Ben. “Your girlfriend is a bitch and she’s rude to everyone, including you! Everyone sees it but you’re so blind you can’t see you deserve to be treated-!”

“Hey!” Frankie stepped in between his two friends, veins thrumming because he knew she said something about you but there was another matter to deal with. His hands kept the men apart. “We are not doing this at Will’s wedding.” He turned to Alice. “Are you going to tell me what you said?”

Alice hesitated for a moment, then her face settled, dropping the mask of innocence. She is about to stand on her shit. “She- they or whatever, is making a scene at someone else’s wedding. It’s embarrassing to watch.”

He turns to look at Ben as Ben looks at his girlfriend, confused. He’s seeing her for the first time exactly as she is. “Why would you say that… They’re in pain…”

Alice tried to refute that you were just looking for attention.

Frankie turned back to Alice. “Do not. Ever. Speak about my fiance like that. Ever.”

She glares right back. “You can’t tell me what to-”

“Get out.” Ben’s voice from beside Frankie. When she looked shocked, he insisted. “I mean it. We’re fucking done, Alice.”

She took a step forward, and when Benny flinched Santi stepped between them. When he was angry, Santi was a fearful sight.

Alice stormed off. Ben, anxiety over finally breaking up ran off in another direction, Santi taking off after him. Frankie wandered his way back to you.

*

On a long bench outside, you lay on Frankie’s lap while he rubbed your neck. Only a few straggles from the wedding party and those not ready to end the night remained. You watched Will and Lorelei dance their last dance. Santi and Ben danced in the corner.

“What was all that about? Earlier?” You asked, eyes on the others.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“I thought a fight was about to break out. I tried to keep Lorelei distracted, didn’t want her to see a fight at her wedding.”

Of course you’d noticed. You always did.

Frankie sighed. “Alice said something shitty, Ben decided it was his last straw.”

“OOOHHHH! That’s why Santi and Benny are finally dancing together. Did you stop the fight?”

Frankie thought back. Usually, he was the peacemaker. But he wasn’t sure he was the calmest person in the room that moment. Definitely calmer than Santi and his anger issues though.

“We got it figured out. I think she’s gone now.”

He rubbed your neck, getting right at that spot right where your scalp ended.

“Thank you for taking care of me, baby.”

“Always gonna take care of you. Always.”

THANKS FOR READING ILYYYY

So happy with so many great submissions to my event!

and thank yall so much for all the support while i struggle with my anxiety. it has not been easy <3

Please consider reblogging to support artists and writers

tagging usually plus thos whove expressed chronic neck/back pain to me as well. I suffer from it pretty bad so this was near and dear to me.

@my-secret-shame @missdictatorme @sunshineispunk @pedge-page @miraclesabound @clawdee @max--phillips @kewwrites

appriciate y'all. Wen to the doctor, got back on anti anxiety and anti depressants. Hopefully will be feeling better soon.

Other piece written for event is Joel x deaf!reader

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some of my personal favorite moments from the LADbible interview

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Pressed flower collage of a comet moth, by Helen Ahpornsiri

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And this is also why so many counselors and therapists aren't great at their jobs. Finding one who can meet you where you are at is extremely difficult.

hey here’s a secret: self esteem and self worth are actually different things.

I struggled for the longest time because people (usually therapists) assumed I had poor self esteem. But I don’t. I genuinely think I’m a wonderful, kind and strong person who makes meaningful art and puts kindness out into the world.

But self worth is believing you are worth something just as you are. On your bad days. That you’re not your productivity, or your creative output, or your usefulness to others. Just as you are right now.

And so long as you think your worth is tied to any of those things you’re going to burn yourself out in a self imposed meritocracy. You are worthy of love and care and kindness just as you are. And of food and joy and rest. You never have to earn any of these things.

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Idk where this came from tbh just felt like sharing my Foxiyo angst with the world 🫡

(I may have sketched this whole thing out before realizing that *that part* with Vader and Fox takes place on a ship, not on the ground… forgive me)

((Also please ignore any weird crops. I blame Tumblr’s image compression habits))

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im having A Day™️

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he got that shit on

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Sneaky kisses

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What caused the rapid disappearance of a vibrant Native American agrarian culture that lived in urban settlements from the Ohio River Valley to the Mississippi River Valley in the two centuries preceding the European settlement of North America? In a new study, researchers from Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis reconstructed and analyzed 2,100 years of temperature and precipitation data—and point the finger at climate change.

Employing proxies of prehistoric temperature and precipitation preserved in finely layered lake sediments, somewhat analogous to tree-ring records used to reconstruct drought and temperature, the IUPUI scientists have reported on the dramatic environmental changes that occurred as the Native Americans—known as Mississippians—flourished and then vanished from the Midwestern United States. The researchers theorize that the catastrophic climate change they observed, which doomed food production, was a primary cause of the disappearance.

“Abrupt climate change can impose conditions like drought. If these conditions are severe and sustained, as we have determined that they became for the Mississippians, it is virtually impossible for societies, especially those based on agriculture, to survive,” said paleoclimatologist Broxton Bird, corresponding author of the new study. “From the lake records, we saw that the abundant rainfall and consistent good weather—which supported Mississippian society as it grew—changed, making agriculture unsustainable.” Bird is an assistant professor of earth sciences in the School of Science at IUPUI.

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