Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.
If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.
A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.
There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.
There is no plan.
Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.
We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.
This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.
We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.
People are dying.
People are dying.
People are dying and there is no plan.
More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.
My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.
Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.
But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.
She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.
So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.
These ten ducklings were found orphaned and they were brought to a pet duck called Stella who had just hatched nine of her own two weeks prior. She immediately claimed the ten as her own.
whenever bruce does something that annoys babs she will literally lock bruce out of the batcomputer. unbelievable.
cass accidentally shoplifts so much stuff whenever they go anywhere because she'll pick something up, see something else she likes, stick the first thing in her pocket and then immediately forget about it
jason only keeps TWO backup respirators on him when standard procedure is three ("my helmet is already ventilated so that counts as three respirators and i only have a limited amount of space on my body so i need to prioritise" "you dont need a pocket JUST for jelly beans")
tim once fractured his wrist trying something on his skateboard and when bruce was like WHY tim just flashed a peace sign and said yolo
he goes through stephs utility belt to do some maintenance and one of the pockets has ONLY PIZZA ROLLS IN IT and when steph sees them shes like oh sweet i forgot about those and then eats them
Every Single Afternoon bruce wakes up and has to read about something stupid duke did that morning. duke why did you blow up that warehouse. duke how did you get to Japan and back while we were all asleep. was there a zombie apocalypse this morning???
bruce had to go pick up damian from the police station because he got pulled over for speeding in one of bruces cars. damian is 11.
I was so confused in Japan when people called it “31 ice cream”
i learned that number 31 is hidden in the logo of Baskin Robbins to represent it’s 31 original flavors when the ice cream restaurant first opened in 1945
I have a very strange relationship with cereal. I'll forget it exists for months at a time, then I remember that not only does it exist, it is one of humanity's perfect foods. Then I'll eat like 4 boxes in one day before some eldritch god takes the knowledge from me again. (Probably for my own good.)