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"... bought... copper... from... this... shady fucker... bad quality... zero stars... "

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On April 16th 2025 the US federal government has proposed to change the interpretation of the endangered species act so that it no longer protects habitat.

This is open for public comment until the end of May 19th. Please comment and make your voice heard.

Wildlife need their habitat. If the ESA redefines harm so that habitat is no longer protected, the implications for wildlife would be catastrophic.

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Hi hello look at my concept of creatures in my oc's story yayyyy

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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And they keep getting people who really want them to join, but they don't because "listen guys, my life is already shit, I'm not going to make it worse." Not because they worry about their kids or whatever- they are actually a young adult who simply gets into other shenanigans with the powers.

Villians occasionally go to them but they are stopped and the chara just goes "bruh I just wanted lunch" so every villain collectively goes "oh...guess we won't bother them." And instead bother the good guys who pester them to join their ranks.

"They should join us! With their powers come great responsibilities-"

"If they join you, we are screwed! Plus, lots more property damage, and I'm tired of constantly repairing my evil lair."

more characters with superpowers who look into the whole superhero thing and decide "hm no i do not want to participate in this actually"

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Hi hello look at my ocs Jex and Gambit, make headcannons and guess about em in the replies

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i love characters who are like oysters emotionally

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"Omg why would you write that? Thats awful." Because it means something to me, Carol. Just because I write about dark topics doesn't mean I support those dark things. If anything, I am writing to condemn them, maybe even to cope with my own experiences.

There is also no "perfect victim" or even a perfect person. This applies to the characters as well. Abuse and trauma comes in so many forms, and so does healing from those experiences. If I write it, maybe people will realize the complexities of the topic. Maybe. If we write about the complexities and gray area aspects of trauma and abuse, then maybe others will grow to understand the topic more and be more empathetic towards survivors instead of expecting them to act in a certain way.

I'm not gonna santize my writing or stories because it makes you uncomfortable- it's supposed to be uncomfortable.

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Ya know what else is good? APPLES. But they go bad so quickly, right? It's a shame. BUT NO LONGERRR- I got a recipe from the 30s-40s in Tennessee and Appalachian area that makes it to where apples are good for a year. Sulphuring apples! It's a real thing!

Have I done it? No- but I've met people who did this in their childhoods and they swear it tasted good! Google says they looked like this:

Google also says that some dried apples are still treated with sulphur, and this method was used a lot in WW2!

i need you to be aware that you can make a giant batch of caramelized onions to keep in the freezer and defrost at will. that is legal and they can't stop you. they can't take this from you

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Me: hey the hiring freeze, trans executive order, ice stuff, and the bad evil robo money car man and more affect me and people I care about.

Family: uhhhh it's actually good, promise. Hell yeah, the Gulf of America!

Everyone who says you can convince family to see things dont realize that in order to change a mindset, they have to already have a bit of doubt. Love? Familial connection? It's not the movies, its not gonna change them without that doubt already being there. I hope it works for others, I really do, but I haven't seen it irl

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Yall want random world building writing lore for a story i wanna write and havent talked about on tumblr? OF COURSE YA DO- here's a one shot about some of the gods. It's old writing so if you've seen it, nooooo

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It was 1847, and even he could not process the amount of suffering that his followers had endured. His sister was flooded by new souls by the minute: what once was a trickle was now an unending hurricane. While years were something that they had come to realize are short, these last few were certainly longer than most of the ones that have lived through. And there was nothing they could really do about it. Tuathas were closing their veils, shutting other fae and trade out for fear that their ways of life would be affected. Wrath boiled in those of the sick and starving, as food that was grown was now being torn from their hands and exported across the sea. "We told you this would happen!" "You called us paranoid!" "We can not let you in, they will follow." These sayings echoed across the hills to those fae who still tried to have a connection to the outside, to those who were now stuck. What once used to be a connected community and otherworld was now shattered, and no one could do anything about it.

It wasn't often that he stood amoung mortals and fae, but this man's pleas were just....it wasn't often that he got a prayer that asked for him to burn the one speaking the prayer. To burn the field and house that he now called a temporary home. It didn't take long for the diety to disguise himself as a fellow man, offer a drink and bread, and let the other spill his sorrows.

"We go out fer one week. One. All I wanted was fer my son to see his seanmháthair. To witness the ports she lived by. See another person that he looked like." The man muttered. "And now, we are stuck. Years, its been. Men I fought alongside with now refusing to let us back into our home for fears of that queen and her men finding the realm. I say let them find us but they are all cowards who claim we would be destroyed."

"Cowardice and following orders isn't the same." He paused. "But I understand the need of that revenge."

A mumble. A guttural growl. The man's rough, scarred hands pulling at the unfortunate cut strands of his hair.

"What I want most is for my wife and son to live. I give them my portions, I try to steal from the trash of those soldiers without gettin' fined, and they are still much skinner than I. Exhausted, frail, sick-" A cough. "As much as I am grateful for that old man to claim I was he son, I want to burn this sorry excuse of a farm just to spite them all and bring them back to the tuatha. Get them food, treatment- but we can't. I am going to die watching them go to Báal first."

The diety hummed, soon to get up and leave before a thought went through his mind. He could empathize with this man. As could many. But for some reason, he saw a spark that could be kindled. While he didn't wish this offer on anyone, it could provide justice.

"I understand. It is painful to lose a child. I lost my daughter recently. She put up a wonderful fight, but she didn't make it in the end." He took a drink. "The summers are now too cold. Moist. An unfortunate reaction to the unbalance her death caused."

"What was her name?"

"L̶̑͠o̴͌̔s̶̓̕t̵͖̕"

A halfhearted chuckle came from the man, soon bouts of laughter before staring back at the other. Anarwn's face was still, his eyes refusing to leave the man.

"I must be losin' my mind."

"Unfortunately, yer not." The diety hummed, "I can not assist much in terms of helping your family. There is an agreement amongst us that involves that weak barrier. It is something mortals made, and it is something they control. However, burdened are not apart of that agreement. Not at first, anyhow. We tend to leave them alone for the first few decades as their bodies adjust."

"...I don't see how that would help my situation."

"If a burdened came up to you demanding to be let in, would you refuse?"

Anarwn didn't expect to hear from that burdened for a century. He knew that there might be a possibility of worship due to the open nature of the agreement, but the man understood what he was walking into. Anarwn gave him all the details, the pains, the responsibilities, the knowledge. It was more than what his peers often did.

But then a flame caught his attention. Heat radiating across a building, any liquid quickly evaporating into the air as soon as it left a bottle, and the earth itself becoming scorched due to the extreme heat and light that beamed in multiple directions. All at the center of a healer's hut.

Damn. I thought they would have lived. A sigh. Perhaps he would have to grab Ailgus early.

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"Look at your old art to be inspired and see how much you've grown!"

They say when I have both angst doodles and shitposts from idk 3 or 4 years ago like this shit. Yes I've improved thank God but WHAT WAS HAPPENING

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No cuz that man in the back clearly knows it's a uncomfortable and potentially dangerous situation that is playing out in front of him, but he's looking away- a willful bystander, which is why she knows the hatpin is her best line of defense. She knows others probably won't help because *they haven't already*

i bet there were guys in the 1800s who were super fucking Reddit about everything, but no one had the right word yet for why those guys were so annoying. so they just had to wonder

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Forgot I never posted this oc anywhere. Figured the omega forensic anthropologist werewolf would fit in here 🥰 I'll answer questions bout them if ya want!

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you know what’s a trope that never gets tired is when theyre bouncing around in the plot and suddenly an important name crops up- it’s blorbo bleebus. and some dude is like who the hell is blorbo bleebus. and we immediately cut to our new friend blorbo bleebus pulling the most absolutely buckwild shit you’ve ever seen

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NOOOO ITS CLOSINGGG. I can only imagine how much work it's gonna be to deaccess the artefacts there omg

If you have ever been tempted by a Paleozoic Pal, like a a stuffed trilobite or a full size eurypterid body pillow, now's the time to buy one, before they and a really lovely little museum are gone for good 😭😭😭

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