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[souuadd]

- June.

[ghostbees]

"First meeting" from the BSJ Fall 2012 issue

[imaxsecrett]

[hqjogosvorazes]

CAPÍTULO #001: 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐑.

𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 [ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 ] 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀?

A Colheita foi um verdadeiro sucesso: grandes dramas familiares, lágrimas perfeitamente capturadas pelas câmeras, mais voluntários do que qualquer outra edição dos Jogos Vorazes. O efeito esperado por Presidente Snow quando anunciou o tema do Massacre Quaternário foi superado, tudo foi muito melhor do que ele previa, todas as peças em seu devido lugar. Além de todo o sucesso e as grandes expectativas para esses Jogos, havia um bônus: seu recado estava dado; era possível ver no rosto dos Vitoriosos que eles sabiam exatamente o que estava acontecendo. A rebeldia e a coragem se esvaíram de seus rostos a cada familiar sorteado.

Os três dias que seguiram a Colheita foram dedicados a reassistir os melhores momentos, editados para ficar ainda mais emocionantes, e para entrevistar familiares e fazer comentários iniciais sobre os tributos. Nos bastidores, os trens partiam dos Distritos em horários diferentes, os mais distantes primeiro, para que todos chegassem juntos à Capital.

Luxuosos como mais nada que os tributos tivessem tido contato anteriormente, os trens possuíam comida suficiente para alimentar multidões, quartos confortáveis, mesas de reunião, tudo para receber aqueles que, em breve, seriam enviados para a Arena. A recomendação geral era simples: comer o máximo possível, para que os corpos desnutridos parecessem mais saudáveis ao chegar na Capital, e planejar uma estratégia junto de seus mentores. Quando chegassem, não haveria tempo para mais nada: estariam ocupados demais sendo a atração principal do maior evento dos últimos cem anos.

Embora vangloriados, nos bastidores ainda eram tratados como animais. Saíram dos trens fazendo fila, andando um passo por vez para que não tropeçassem uns nos outros, diferenciados apenas pelos uniformes, todos pretos, com números dos Distritos no peito para que fossem identificados com facilidade. Não havia motivo para decorar seus rostos, logo seriam apagados da história.

Dos trens para o saguão principal do Centro de Tributos, logo seriam apresentados para suas equipes, que os tornariam bonitos, desejados, perigosos. O show estava prestes a começar.

✷     INFORMAÇÕES OOC   ,

Finalmente, a abertura do rp! Nessa primeira semana, as interações terão três cenários: o Distrito, logo após a Colheita, e os trens, para tributos, mentores e staff do mesmo distrito; e o saguão principal do Centro de Tributos, para todos interagirem entre si, apenas no primeiro dia após chegarem na Capital, quando os tributos serão apresentados às suas equipes e etc. Todos esses locais foram desbloqueados na página.

Atentem-se: as interações são limitadas ao primeiro dia em que os tributos chegam na Capital e os dias que o antecedem, além de flashbacks. Interações fora disso serão liberadas conforme o plot central anda. A ideia é que seja claustrofóbico mesmo, exatamente como seria de fato, mas não se preocupem que o plot andará rápido. A regra também se aplica a mentores e staff.

Aproveitem para se habituar ao cenário, aos personagens, e às conexões nesse primeiro momento. Não se preocupem, logo teremos o andamento do plot, com drops e eventos.

Por último, e mais importante: divirtam-se! 

[stanestreet]

As a November 2024 report by the think tank the Other Half puts it, what are described as “mercy killings” are “very frequently the violent domestic homicide of elderly, infirm or disabled women by men”. Women are the majority of unpaid carers – 80 per cent, according to the King’s Fund. But, strangely, they appear much less likely than men to become “mercy killers”.

This discrepancy is impossible to separate from the wider belief in society that women are a kind of property owned by men. It is seen as a woman’s natural obligation to look after a man, but when a man has to look after a woman, it becomes an unreasonable imposition.

Hence the sympathy a man can draw on if he kills his wife while feeling overwhelmed by her needs. Mungall claimed to have seen an expression in his wife’s eyes “like an animal who needs to be put down and cannot say it” – a comparison that makes him the owner and her the pet.

Are we really supposed to believe that a man who feels that way about his wife is incapable of pressuring her into applying for a medically assisted suicide? In response to concerns from critics of the bill about this possibility, supporters of the bill have pointed to what they regard as its extensive safeguards. Simon Opher MP, a former GP and a member of the bill committee, has even said it is “judging doctors harshly to say that they will not spot coercion”.

Personally, I find Opher’s statement less reassuring and more indicative of a disturbingly blasé attitude to the possibility of abuse. In the limited window of a consultation, it is all too easy for a doctor to miss the signs. A YouGov survey for the charity SafeLives found that half of healthcare professionals felt unable to identify domestic violence. Sometimes, the doctor in question might even be actively untrustworthy: think of Harold Shipman, whose victims were predominantly elderly women.

The more common scenario, though, is the patient who, through lengthy cruelty and coercion from a partner or carer, becomes genuinely convinced that she (or sometimes he) is a burden who would be better off dead. Such a person may even refuse treatment, causing a curable disease to become terminal and placing them within the purview of the bill.

Legislators should be profoundly alert to this danger. Left unaddressed, it could place the state in the grotesque position of becoming a lawful accomplice to abusers. Yet unaddressed it remains. Of the nearly 50 individuals who gave oral evidence to the Public Bill Committee, not one was an expert in male violence or coercive control. (Jane Monckton Smith, an academic who studies femicide, was called but unable to attend; the committee did not attempt to find a substitute for her.)

From the start, the Terminally Ill Adults Bill has been a rush job – in the words of one former Labour adviser, “a quick-and-dirty policy development process that wouldn’t be close to good enough for 99 per cent of the laws made on our behalf”. If it becomes law, Labour risks turning the healthcare system into an executioner for those most in need of protection.

How the assisted dying bill could unleash male violence

[starryh4ze]

i wanted to make this because i feel it’s important that we talk about acne more often.

i personally struggled with acne for 2-3 years, and it was horrible. as i said in the prompt, my skin never felt clean even when it was freshly washed, it lowered my self-esteem, it just fucked with my overall mental health. i tried everything i could and eventually the only thing that helped was accutane.

i know so many girls who have gone through the same thing but i still feel like it’s not talked about enough. i want you to know that it does get better. i love u 💗

harry styles - 2011

[its-scoots]

A boy is playing sick games with my heart on Snapchat and I just don’t know what I will do!! Where is a fainting couch when you need one. He has curly hair I can play with you guys like who gave him the right?!?!?!

[tygasims]

lara lexington's lookbook

001 - hair by @simstrouble , top by @serenity-cc , coat by @charonlee , jeans by @backtrack-cc , boots by @jius-sims 002 - hair by @arethabee , top by @joancampbell-jcb , pants by @deliciousthings 003 - hair by @arethabee , top by @seoulsoul-sims , jeans by @backtrack , shoes , purse & accessories by @cocogamess 004 - hair by @simcelebrity00 , dress by @b0t0xbrat

part i here.

[souuadd]

- Cheaper Than Therapy -

[ghostbees]

"Knows nothing of practical gardening", from the BSJ Spring 2015 issue

[imaxsecrett]

[ballpitwizard]

click (2006) walked so severance could run

[ace-up-your-sleeve]

sorry but being able to play piano and violin on top of being able to play guitar is kinda hot 🫢

[stanestreet]

But the tragedy of our descent into tribalism isn’t just that it makes us into useful idiots for powerful, terrible people of all political persuasions. It’s that it traps us in a stunted place, a perpetual adolescence in which we substitute having the right politics for having a personality, in which we can’t even articulate who we are without an enemy to define ourselves against. If hate is a shelter, it’s also a cage—an intellectual and ideological Hotel California that offers protection from the elements but also keeps us from growing, or going, anywhere. You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.

Kat Rosenfield, To the Woman Who Trashed Me on Twitter

[souuadd]

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