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anything with logan and being back in florida ? would appreciate!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

sunburn ✢ logan sargeant (18+)

pairing: logan sargeant x reader (established relationship)

warnings: smut, porn with plot (lots of exposition sorry i got carried away), one use of y/n, soft dom!logan, switchy!reader, fingering, edging, unprotected p in v, lots of pet names, begging, lots and lots of praise, body part worship if you squint, cursing, logan’s a simp, reader is implied floridian, implied childhood friends to lovers, sunburns, fluffy intimacy

summary: it’s been too long since y/n has been back in the states and she is NOT used to the florida sun like she used to be, but don’t worry, logan knows how to take care of her.

word count: 3.5k

author's note: sorry i got soooo carried away with this i don’t know what came over me. this was NOT supposed to be smut but im just a florida girl crushing on a florida boy here y’all lmao. i’m down so bad for this man that i just went kinda crazy. also this was my first time writing smut so pls bare with me. this is inspired by my friend (and fellow logan girly) who just acquired a nasty sunburn lmaoooo. enjoy!!!!

it had been quite a while since you and logan had been back home together. well, not really, but the weather was typically a lot nicer in the winter months than in the spring and summer, and you were not used to it. after you and logan moved to london together full-time, you rarely saw the sun anymore, and your matching pale complexions certainly reflected that sentiment.

obviously, the miami race weekend was a big deal for the whole sargeant camp. aunts, uncles, cousins, childhood friends, and grandparents would be making their short trip down i-95 to see logan race, but it also meant that you and logan could spend a week together at home, in the sun, in each other’s company. a free vacation of sorts. logan’s parents were busy getting the house ready for the hordes of guests that were to soon occupy the space, so you and logan were more than happy to get out of their hair and into the back yard for some relaxation.

it was sunday, and you found yourself lounging out on the dock, lost in a romance novel that was probably making you lose brain cells, when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.

“y/n!”, logan yelled from where him and coco were playing on the grass. “have you been applying sunscreen?”

you put your book down, letting out a small huff at his question. logan often took a rather paternal role over you, not in a weird or demeaning way, but rather in the sense that he always has your best interest at heart. and you loved that about him, loved how he always wanted to take care of you without being asked.

you looked down over the chaise longue you were laid out on, thinking there was a bottle of SPF next to your drink, but all that was there was the can of sparkling water you had been nursing.

“don’t have any; i’ll be okay!” you called back, hoping that would be the end of it.

“you want me to bring you some? it’s no problem,” logan replied, positioning himself to get up off the ground.

“don’t worry about it; i’m coming inside soon anyways!” you half-lied, knowing that logan usually respected your wishes when it came to things like that. you knew you weren’t necessarily telling him the truth, but he knew you and your stubbornness, and he knew it was not his business to try to fix it.

another few hours had passed, and logan and the dog had long gone inside to find something else to do. you had stayed out, vowing to finish your book in one sitting. as you closed it, you stood up from the lounger, grabbing your long-abandoned can from the ground, wrapping yourself in the towel that you had been laying on, making your way back into the comfort of the house – and the air conditioning.

walking in through the kitchen, you pass logan’s mom, who was cooking dinner for the family.

“oh sweetie, looks like you got some color on you!” she exclaims, chopping up some vegetables.

“yeah, it’s been a minute since i’ve had time to tan! i missed the florida sunshine too much.”

“well, logan’s in his room, and dinner’s in about an hour if you’d like to freshen up,” mrs. sargeant said sweetly, motioning towards the hallway towards logan’s room.

upon your arrival, logan moved his laptop out of his lap and onto the bed next to him. you took the towel off your shoulders, leaving you in just your bikini, when logan’s eyes went wide with shock.

“what, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bikini before?” you quipped, reacting to his sudden change of expression.

“y/n, you are bright red, like ferrari red,” logan replied, serious as a heart attack. you make your way to the vanity over his dresser, taking in your current state. logan was right. you were burnt.

“what the fuck dude, i swear i wasn’t out there that long,” you snapped, poking and prodding yourself in the mirror, letting out a wince when you stumbled over a particularly sensitive area.

logan gets off his spot on the bed, making his way towards you, joining you in front of the mirror. his hands immediately fall to your hips out of instinct, but he makes sure not to grab too tightly due to your new look.

“baby,” he says, placing his chin onto your shoulder. you let out another wince, reacting to his touch. “i told you to wear sunscreen. now look at you, my little lobster…”

“this isn’t funny,” you pout, and he leans forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. you spin around in his arms, now facing him face-to-face rather than through the mirror.

“stop pouting baby, and go hop in the shower, please. the sooner you get some cold water on you, the better you’ll feel. i can feel the heat radiating off you from here,” logan said with a giggle. his hands linger around your ass, and he gives a slight smack to send you on your way, which elicits a shrill yelp from you due to the sensitivity of the area.

“are you at least going to join me?” you question as you make your way to his en suite, stopping in the door frame with your arms crossed across your chest. logan lets out another giggle.

“and listen to you whine the whole time? no thanks, plus i showered like an hour ago,” he replies, which garners a predictable whine from you. “if you make it quick, i might have something that can help you,” he adds, and you turn on your heel into the bathroom, shutting the door with a slam.

and he was right; the shower hurt like hell, but you know that had he been there, you wouldn’t have been able to properly soak in the cold water, so you silently curse him for being right.

you walk back into logan’s room, wrapped in your towel, when you see him sitting on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. he hears you approach, putting his phone down and grabbing the clear bottle off the bed next to him.

“i found you aloe; well, my mom did. she said your burn is one of the worst she’s seen,” logan said, presenting the bottle to you like it was a participation trophy.

“is that supposed to make me feel better or worse, logie?” you questioned, feigning offence from his comment.

“well, the comment probably won’t, but hopefully the aloe does,” he replied. “c’mere, baby,” he cooed, his arms outstretched, welcoming you into his arms. you take your spot on his lap, legs draped over his thigh, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep you in place. logan places a kiss to the bridge of your nose, and along your cheeks, leaning in to admire the newly-formed freckles that were threatening to peak out from underneath the harsh redness of your skin.

“your freckles are back; reminds me of when we were little, trying to catch fish with my dad in the backyard. you were so bad at it; still are to be honest, but it’s okay because you still look cute trying to bait a hook,” he laughs, his breath giving a cooling sensation to your cheeks, and you wish he would keep talking just to feel his breath against your skin.

“logan, baby, the aloe?” you suggest, knowing that the time he’s wasting is killing you. all you crave is the feeling of the lotion on you, and his hands being the ones to apply it.

“sorry, didn’t mean to get sentimental on you, just being here with you makes me think about stuff like that. i sometimes wish we could go back…” logan trails off, and you know what he’s thinking about. he often thinks about the memories of you growing up, how much he missed you when he moved away to the uk, and what it meant to get you back. you like to think of those moments too, sometimes, but he often gets in his head about it.

“i know,” you coo, lifting a hand up to card through the longer hair on the back of his neck, as a way to soothe him.

he lifts the bottle of aloe up towards you.

“may i?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow up in an inquisitive way.

“of course you may. how do you want me?” you ask, a mischievous look in your eye.

“do not say it like that, you minx,” logan shot back, your innuendo catching him by surprise.

“keep talking crazy like that, and we might have a problem,” he snapped, although with no actual malice behind it. “you can lay on your tummy first, though, and i’ll go from there, if that’s okay,” he said, his expression softening as he looked at you.

you climb out of his lap and onto your stomach on the bed next to him, and he straddles your back to get the proper angle.

“this okay?” he asks, tugging slightly at the towel that is still loosely wrapped around your back.

“log, you’ve seen me naked countless times; of course it’s okay,” you quip, turning your head so he can see the side of your face. he leans down, planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek, blowing a raspberry there. this elicits a giggle from you, wriggling underneath him.

logan drags the towel down your body slowly, his fingers barely grazing your warm, sensitive skin, standing up on his knees to pull it out from under you.

“i know we aren’t having sex or anything, but could you at least take your shirt off or something? this feels too clinical,” you say, causing logan to burst out laughing above you.

“you are not a real person, i swear to god,” he quips, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick motion. “is that better, princess?” he says sarcastically, using the nickname he only gives you when you’re acting like a handful.

between your fits of giggles, you let out a “mhm” that signals to logan that he is free to proceed. this evokes an eye roll from logan that you catch out of the corner of your eye.

his attitude doesn’t last long, however, because before you can protest, his lips find your shoulder blade, peppering kisses along the top of your back, feeling his stubble graze across your skin. it burns, but feels so good at the same time.

“so sweet for me, logie,” you groan, melting into his touch. he reaches for your hair, still damp from the shower, to move it out of his way, as he makes his way across the plane of your body.

all he can manage is a drawn out “hmmmmm” as he feels the warmth of your skin along his cheek.

he pulls away suddenly, and you whimper at the loss of contact from him.

“i know, i know,” he cooes, and you hear the bottle of lotion being opened just out of your periphery.

his hands make contact with your skin again, feeling the sensation of the cool liquid as he massages it in. his strong hands make their way up and down your back, causing you to arch only slightly, if it wasn’t for him sitting squarely on your ass.

“you’re killing me, logan,” you half-whisper, his actions genuinely taking your ability to speak at a regular volume, the intimacy of it all being just a little too much for you.

“feels good, huh?” he asks, and although you can’t see it, you can tell that he’s cocked his eyebrow at you, and you’re surprised he’s been able to behave himself this long.

his hands work swiftly, massaging the liquid in with long, deft fingers, the sensation driving you crazy.

“logan, i want you, please,” you whine, looking up over your shoulder to meet his gaze, your eyes softening in an almost begging manor.

“i thought you said we weren’t–”

“i lied. i’m a liar. i need you right now,” you beg, as logan stands back up on his knees to allow you to roll over underneath him, him now settled on your thighs.

“fuck, baby, i can’t say no to you,” he huffs, not sure exactly how to make the next move. he looks down at you splayed out in front of him, taking in the sight before him. a hand reaches down to caress down your chest, fingers grazing slightly over your nipple, causing your breath to hitch.

“we have to make it quick, okay? can you be good for me?” he asks, his hand lingering on your left breast.

you let out a whimper, shaking your head slightly.

“words, baby,” he sighs, his fingers massaging into the tissue of your chest.

“yes, i’ll do whatever you want,” you whisper, unable to find your voice with how turned on you were.

“that’s my pretty girl,” logan cooes, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, adjusting himself so he’s slotted between your legs. the kiss deepens, his tongue finding its way into your mouth, as he swallows your muffled moans, trying to avoid the awkward conversation with his mom later.

“gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispers, his hand running up and down your side, the warmth of his hand searing your sensitive skin.

“god, i feel like we’re in high school again,” you say, rolling your eyes at him.

“except i wasn’t nearly as good then as i am now, though,” he smirks, diving down to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to the base of your neck, softly nibbling on your pulse point.

“are you gonna prove it?” you ask, trying to rile him up.

this question evokes something in him, his breath against your skin coming hot and sudden, and you could feel the deep exhale from his nose.

leaning up to your ear, he whispers, “you are such a brat.”

the sensation from the whisper mixed with the sting of his words sends a shock straight to your core. he’s not always the best at dirty talk, but he still somehow knows exactly what to say and when to say it.

“touch me, logan,” you manage to squeak out, your breath growing heavier the more you took in his words, and he was eager to oblige.

with that, the hand that found comfort on your hip trailed its way down between your bodies, grazing the softness of your stomach, fingers oh-so-gently teasing your folds.

“so wet, huh? so worked up for me? you drive me so fucking crazy, you know that?” he growls, his voice rasping as he begins rubbing small circles against your clit with his thumb. “one or two, baby?” he asks, and you know exactly what he means.

“two, please”, you whine into his mouth, body arching up into him before he even has the chance to touch you properly.

“good girl, take it so well,” he groans, sliding two fingers into your cunt, almost too slowly. his voice is almost unrecognizable, the threat of being too loud taking over. his thumb continues its pattern on your clit.

you feel the tension building as he fucks his hand in and out of you, but not before you feel him slowing his pace down.

“i know you wanna come now baby, but we don’t have long. i’m gonna stop, and we can come together, okay?”, he half-whispers.

his hand moves from its spot between your thighs back up toward your lips, as he rests his fingers on your bottom lip, cocking his eyebrow at you.

“o-okay,” you squeak out, and with that, his fingers push past your lips, urging you to suck them clean, and you oblige, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself on his fingers.

your hands trail down between you two, your fingers dipping underneath his shorts and boxers, toying with the waistband.

logan removes his fingers from your mouth, opting to move back to your jawline, planting lingering kisses along the bone.

“quit teasing, baby, want you on top. let me see those pretty tits of yours, yeah?”, he smirks, knowing that him complimenting your body drives you crazy in the best way.

you oblige with a searing kiss to his lips, opting to pull his shorts down in one motion, cock bobbing free and slapping across his stomach. he reaches down to finish taking them off, throwing them on the floor with your long-abandoned towel.

he rolls you both over with ease, you now on top. your fingertips graze his chest, down to his abs, grabbing his cock and giving it a few quick pumps to make sure he’s ready.

“ready, log?” you ask, your hands now on either side of his head, his blue eyes sparkling back up at you, your hips and ass now up in the air waiting for his cue.

he leans up to chase your lips, trying to kiss you, just out of his reach.

“please, baby, i can’t take it much more,” he begs, using his arms to pull you down to him, sinking down on him, and meeting his lips with yours. now it’s his turn to moan into your mouth.

“fuuuuuck,” is all he’s able to get out, his hands finding their way to your hips, trying to help you relieve the lack of sensation. Your hips roll for the first time over him, and his hips immediately buck up into you.

“patience, baby. i thought i was the desperate one?” your words go right to his cock, making him buck up once again, making you speed up your motions. you feel the effects of his desperation on your body, the coil in your stomach winding tighter with every bounce on his cock.

“fuck, you’re close, baby; so am i,” logan pants, the physicality of it all catching up to him. he knows your body so well; he can always tell when you’re about to come.

with his observation, you lean back with your hands behind you on his thighs, your hips continuing to roll against his body, eliciting a low, grumbling moan from logan. he loved you like that, all cock-drunk and lazy on top of him. it also meant that he had a perfect view of your tits, both his hands reaching to grab at them as he continued fucking up into you.

“these are so fucking perfect. all mine. i can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” logan pants, both of your movements becoming lazier, as he rolls your nipples in between his fingers, feeling your already-tight walls close in on his cock.

you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching with his presence on your tits, and you know that he isn’t going to last long, either. you lean forward, diminishing the space between you two, giving logan the opportunity to bear hug you. his thrusts up into you send you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you, causing you to let out a muffled moan onto his right pec. your vision goes slightly blurry for a second until you hear a grunted “fuck, baby”, followed by the feeling of logan’s hips sputtering underneath you. he comes shortly after you, spilling into you.

You collapse onto his chest, your highs riding out together. he doesn’t loosen his grip around your back, planting a sweet kiss to the top of your forehead, pulling out as you lay pitifully on his chest.

“so good for me, baby, so sweet. fuck, i’m so lucky,” he whispers, rubbing your back where, just a few minutes earlier, he was applying aloe lotion. he rolls you both over so that you’re now facing each other on your sides.

you reach a hand up to caress his face, feeling the stubble from a week’s worth of no races, the hair rough against your smooth palm.

“logie, you fucked me so good i almost forgot about this damn sunburn,” you giggled, “but now we’re done and it just hurts again!”

“guess that means i’ll just have to fuck you again,” logan smirked, burying his head into the crook of your neck, eliciting more giggles from you. you begin to hook your leg over his thigh, bringing you even closer, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. you almost begin the cycle over again until you hear a knock on the door that has you both frozen in your tracks.

“dinner!” you hear his mom cheer from the other side of the door, and then her footsteps clearly walking back down the hall towards the kitchen.

“guess not,” you teased, eliciting an eye roll from logan, who quickly gets up to pull you into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

#logan sargeant smut #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader

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fox-mulder-gets-pegged · 1 year

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Been spending my time lately thinking of a House MD au where, through a series of accidents and lies and a bet he didn't rly intend to win, House ends up as a registered foster parent (he's still addicted to Vicodin and his normal dickish workaholic self but for some reason he cleared the requirements and trust me he's as stunned and mildly concerned as everyone else is).

Through further Shenanigans™, he ends up accidentally getting handed fostership of not one, not two, but three hellish but brilliant kids:

1. This total smartass 16 year old named Robert Chase who yeah he's a bitchy teenaged boy and a former rich kid and Australian with enough mommy and daddy issues to reawaken Freud after his dad dipped and absconded all parental rights and his mom drank herself to death, but he's also got a nice car left over from his rich kid days and an eye for detail and weirdly enough his best friend/mortal enemy (some other teen named Eric Foreman) and his on again off again girlfriend (Allison Cameron, totally won't last if u ask House) both work at the hospital as a candy striper and after school in the cafeteria respectively so House can get all the inside gossip from Chase. Plus Chase has no problems breaking and entering into patient's homes which helps bc since he's not employed by the hospital Cuddy can't complain as far as House is concerned.

2. A 14 year old girl who only answers to Thirteen (House knows he could look her name up in her file but honestly it drives Chase nuts that she won't tell him her real name and that's good enough for him) and who's dad was declared unfit after the death of his wife to Huntington's devastated him. She's a total nightmare, snarky and quick witted and freakishly smart even tho she puts most of those smarts towards things like shaving Chase's entire head (eyebrows included) bc he's trying to grow a sucky teenage mustache, and trying to take House's wallet bc she keeps calling him Old Man and he informed her he's actually only 25 but the stress of fostering has aged him prematurely and she's like 95% sure that's a lie but she wants to check his license and make sure bc everyone lies. She loves tormenting Chase by telling him his best friend and/or his girlfriend is hot and asking if they're single.

And 3. This 6 year old boy named Lawrence Kutner who's weirdly cheerful considering his parents got killed in front of him. He's way too chatty and excellent at puzzles and the only morning person in the entire house and therefore frequently tries to make breakfast (he likes to be helpful and he hasn't burned the place down yet so House doesn't feel the need to stop him). Once he told House he was gonna build a Death Star in the living room and House said lol sure go ahead whatever, only to return home from work to discover Kutner called himself out from school and has a huge wooden frame made of broken furniture in the living room. House rly can't argue since he did say go ahead. Benefits of fostering a 6 year old are 1. The babes love it, 2. Free excuse to leave work early/come in late/not show up at all, and 3. Justification for buying juice boxes and Ritz crackers. The neighbor kid Taub is his go to babysitter bc his mom volunteered him forcibly and Taub is lowkey praying that babysitting Kutner could lead to an in at Princeton Plainsboro once he graduates high-school and finishes medical school (it won't, House doesn't believe in nepotism unless it benefits him).

The adventures of House and his Foster Ducklings mostly revolve around being a Found Family, but do involve frequent plots such as:

House fired his brand new fellows again (he tosses em every three or so months, he hasn't found The Right Team yet) and will sometimes bring his foster kids in, hand em doctors coats, and tell patients that they're just a bunch of medical savants here to consult yes even the 6 year old he's actually Harvard's youngest graduate ever.

House sends the kids to break into a patient's home. They refuse. House tells them the first one to find black mold or lead paint or a dead animal or whatever gets $20. They agree. Chase drops Thirteen and Kutner off at a bus stop across town and drives over himself so he can get an hour and a half head start (ultimate fuck them kids moment, however Thirteen did steal his wallet so guess who's paying for lunch and their taxi ride to the patient's house? Net loss.)

Cuddy demands House does his clinic hours. House sends his foster kids to do his clinic hours for him. Tfw you go to the free walk in clinic for a sore throat and a cough and your doctor is a 6 year old boy who keeps asking for help with spelling whilst filling out your chart.

Wilson babysits them one (1) time since House doesn't trust Chase not to throw a party or sell his foster siblings on eBay if left as the one in charge. He wakes up with a big strip of hair poorly bleached right down the middle. Chase crushed up stolen sleeping pills and mixed them into a juice box, which Kutner 'innocently' offered to Wilson. Thirteen was going to bleach and dye his whole head blue (for practice, she wants to dye her hair but she's certainly not gonna fuck up her own hair until she has the method down) but Wilson woke up pretty quickly due to years of House drugging him. Wilson has not offered to babysit again.

Anyways this is my House Foster Ducklings au which I'm thinking about actually writing. Thank u 🫡

#house md #greg house #robert chase #remy hadley #lawrence kutner #i just think Chase and Thirteen and Kutner are the most House's Actual Kids out of all the fellows #give that man three incredibly smart self reliant kids with issues™#i do imagine a plot where House does overdose of vicodin #and the kids find him #and they're in the hospital #and House has to contend with the fact that he either has to give the kids up to better homes #or make smarter choices bc it's unfair of him to be overdosing and almost dying when he has three traumatized kids relying on him #love when there's some middle aged guy whos like 'no im not a dad' but has a gaggle of kids following him around #feel free to message me about this au

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lenaboskow · 4 months

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Anon hit the nail on the button with the living in the house for 6 years. I have watched live since S1. The other day I saw a post that said something like "is anyone embarrassed thar you shipped Buddie". Like, what condescending shit is that? What an attitude. Almost as much as Tommy the dude they love.

I have shipped a purple heart proud Latino single father who adores his Abuela and Tia. Raising the cutest kid ever. He fights for him every day. With his adorable 6" 2 golden retriever of a boyfriend. A man who busted open the door and said no, I got you. Tried to dig through dirt to get him. So devoted even Hen knew if he went down there would be to cut lines. Pulled him under a fire truck to save him from a sniper. On the other side, a man who, after being hit by lightening, still ran up a ladder to save his man. The number of times I heard them scream each other's names. The ways they are there for each other.

The giddiness they have around each other in interviews and off set.

Like, please, you have been here for a few weeks. Ship who you want but don't talk down to us who have been doing the Lords work for years now. Why would I ever be embarrassed. I'm proud of them.

"embarrassed that you ship buddie" am i embarrassed that i ship a slow burn ship with six years worth of history and build up? no. what was that person on?

the writers have really backed themselves into a wall here with buddie because they act just like the other couples on the show. the reason every other li has felt off is because buck and eddie are too much buckandeddie for there to be room for anyone else. when buck and taylor were at the diaz house that one time for dinner, it felt like taylor was the third wheel. when they tried to make eddie the third wheel during treasure hunt, it felt more like eddie was jealous of his bf's new friend taking up the attention (sound familiar?)

speaking on the interview part, i saw people saying the reason lou and oliver don't have great chemistry yet is because they just met. meanwhile that famous s2 ryliver interview was filmed around the same time frame, and they acted just like they do now. they just don't have chemistry.

i can't wait for the day buddie goes canon (because it's a 95% chance atp, unless something drastic happens) so i can watch everyone flock back to buddie. it'll be amazing.

#911 spoilers #911 #911 on abc #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buddie #buck x eddie #buck and eddie

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 5 months

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

May 13, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

MAY 14, 2024

Today illustrated that the Democrats have become America’s cheerleaders, emphasizing how investment in the nation’s infrastructure has created jobs and rebuilt the country. This week, the Biden-Harris administration is touting its investments in rebuilding roads and bridges, making sure Americans have clean water, getting rid of pollution, expanding access to high-speed internet, and building a clean energy economy, contrasting that success with Trump’s eternal announcements of an “Infrastructure Week” that never came.

The White House today announced that it has awarded nearly $454 billion in funding from the Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, including more than 56,000 projects across more than 4,500 communities across the nation. Those include fixing more than 165,000 miles of roads and more than 9,400 bridges and improving more than 450 ports and 300 airport terminals. It has funded more than 1,400 drinking water and wastewater projects and projects to replace up to 1.7 million toxic lead pipes, as well as more than 8,000 low- and zero-emission buses. It has funded 95 previously unfunded Superfund projects to clean up contaminated sites. It has improved the electrical grid and funded 12,000 miles of high-speed internet infrastructure, and exposed internet junk fees.

The White House explained that this investment is making it cheaper to install clean energy technology and lowering families’ monthly energy bills, and highlighted today the available rebates to enable people to take advantage of the new technologies.

On Wednesday, May 8, a report from the Semiconductor Industry Association and the Boston Consulting Group explored the “breathtaking speed,” as the president of the semiconductor organization put it, at which the industry is growing. In the Financial Times on May 9, John Thornhill reported that the CHIPS and Science Act, which provided a $39 billion investment in the semiconductor industry, has “primed a torrent of private sector investment.” With the influx of both federal money and an additional $447 billion of private investment in 83 projects in 25 states, the report forecasts that the U.S. will increase its share of global manufacturing capacity for leading-edge chips from today’s rate of 0% to 28% by 2032. Thornhill compared this investment to that spurred by Russia’s 1957 launch of the Sputnik satellite.

The Economist yesterday announced that the U.S. “is in the midst of an extraordinary startup boom,” and explored “[h]ow the country revived its “go-getting spirit.”

In contrast to the Democrats’ confidence in America, the Republicans are all-in on the idea that the country is an apocalyptic wasteland. At a rally in New Jersey Saturday, Trump announced: “On day one we will throw out Bidenomics and reinstate MAGAnomics.” He promised to extend his 2017 tax cuts for the wealthy and corporations.

But the gist of his speech was an angry, vitriolic picture of a failing nation full of “enemies” that are “more dangerous” than China and Russia and who are “going to destroy our country.” In his telling, the criminal case against him in Manhattan is “bullsh*t,” and President Biden has done more damage than the “ten worst presidents in the history of our country” combined: “[h]e’s a fool; he’s not a smart man…[h]e’s a bad guy…the worst president ever, of any country. The whole world is laughing at him.”

Trump lied that other countries are “emptying out their mental institutions into the United States, our beautiful country. And now the prison populations all over the world are down. They don’t want to report that the mental-institution population is down because they’re taking people from insane asylums and from mental institutions.” Then he riffed into “the late great Hannibal Lecter,” the fictional murderer and cannibal in the film The Silence of the Lambs, apparently to suggest that similar individuals are migrating to the U.S.

House Republicans this week are working to pass a nonbinding resolution to condemn Biden’s immigration policies, although it was Republicans, under orders from Trump, who killed a strong bipartisan immigration bill earlier this year.

The only way to turn back this apocalypse, Trump and his supporters insist, is to put Trump and his team back into the White House. From there, Republicans will return those they consider “real” Americans to power.

The last few days have added new information about what that means. On Thursday, May 9, Senators Katie Britt (R-AL), Marco Rubio (R-FL), and Kevin Cramer (R-ND) introduced the More Opportunities for Moms to Succeed (MOMS) act. Britt—who is best known for her disastrous response to Biden’s State of the Union speech from her kitchen—said the measure would provide a federal database of resources for pregnant women and women parenting young children, but that information excludes anything that touches on abortion.

The measure is clear that it enlists the government in opposition to abortion, but more than that, it establishes that the government will create a database of the names and contact information of pregnant women, which the government can then use “to follow up with users on additional resources that would be helpful for the users to review.”

A government database of pregnant women would give the federal government unprecedented control over individuals, and it is especially chilling after the story Caroline Kitchener broke in the Washington Post on May 3, that a Texas man, Collin Davis, filed a petition to stop his ex-partner from traveling to Colorado, where abortion is legal, to obtain an abortion. Should she do so, his lawyer wrote, he would “pursue wrongful-death claims against anyone involved in the killing of his unborn child.” Now Davis wants to be able to depose his former partner along with others he says are “complicit” in the abortion.

Antiabortion activists are also seeking to make mifepristone and misoprostol, drugs used in many abortions, hard to obtain. In Louisiana, state lawmakers are considering classifying the drugs as “controlled dangerous substances,” which would make possessing them carry penalties of up to ten years in prison and fines of up to $75,000.

More than 240 Louisiana doctors wrote to lawmakers saying that the drugs have none of the addictive characteristics associated with dangerous controlled substances and warning that the drugs are crucial for inducing routine labor and preventing catastrophic hemorrhage after delivery, in addition to their use in abortions. “Given its historically poor maternal health outcomes, Louisiana should prioritize safe and evidence-based care for pregnant women,” the doctors wrote.

Louisiana lawmakers also rejected a bill that would have allowed anyone under age 17, the age of consent in Louisiana, to have an abortion if they became pregnant after rape or incest. Passionate testimony from those who suffered such attacks or who treated pregnant girls as young as 8 failed to convince the Republican lawmakers to support the measure. “That baby [in the womb] is innocent.… We have to hang on to that,” said Republican state representative Dodie Horton.

Today, at the Asian Pacific American Institute for Congressional Studies, a nonpartisan, nonprofit organization promoting Asian American and Native Hawaiian/Pacific Islander participation and representation at all levels of the political process, Vice President Kamala Harris encouraged young people to innovate and to move into spaces from which they have been traditionally excluded.

“So here’s the thing about breaking barriers,” she said. “Breaking barriers does not mean you start on one side of the barrier and you end up on the other side. There’s breaking involved. And when you break things you get cut. And you may bleed. And it is worth it every time…. We have to know that sometimes people will open the door for you and leave it open. Sometimes they won’t. And then you need to kick that f*cking door down.”

Harris’s advice reflects the history that happened on this date in 1862, when the enslaved mariners on board the shallow-draft C.S.S. Planter gathered up their families, fired up the ship’s boilers, and sailed out of the Charleston, South Carolina, harbor. The three white officers of the ship had gone ashore, leaving enslaved 23-year-old pilot Robert Smalls to take control. Smalls knew how to steer the ship and give the proper signals to the Confederates at Fort Sumter, Fort Moultrie, and three other checkpoints.

Smalls piloted the Planter, the sixteen formerly enslaved people on it, and a head full of intelligence about the Confederate fortifications at Charleston to the U.S. Navy. In Confederate hands, the Planter had surveyed waterways and laid mines; now that information was in U.S. hands. Smalls went on to pilot naval vessels during the war, and in 1864 he bought the house formerly owned by the man who had enslaved him.

A natural leader, Smalls went on to become a businessman, politician, and strong advocate for education. After serving in the 1868 South Carolina Constitutional Convention that made school attendance compulsory and provided for universal male suffrage, he went on to serve in the South Carolina legislature from 1868 to 1874, when he was elected to the U.S. House of Representatives, where he served until 1887. When President Barack Obama signed an executive order establishing the nation’s first national monument concerning Reconstruction, he cited the life of Robert Smalls.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

#history #Heather Cox Richardson #Jesse Duquette #election 2024 #Biden Administration accomplishment #TFG hate speech #reconstruction #women #women's health concerns #reproductive rights #national database on pregnant women

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Why are people so mean to you? You're literally one of the nicest people of interacted with on the internet

Long answer below cut

Many reasons, though none which are actually legitimate lol. I mean, yeah I can absolutely be a massive fuckin ass, BUT if I popped off on someone, it's because they really, really, really put time and effort into having got me to that point.

Another reason is that a certain person who used to be a 'friend,' ... Well it's a whole can of worms but ultimately, the final result was her purposely lying in order to set me up to make me look like a terrible person, then wrote an entire ass book of a callout which was 95% just blatant lies and beyond distorted 'truths' to the point it wasn't even true.

Additionally, people make just... wildly incorrect assumptions about me ("sanity thinks he's better than everyone and has the biggest ego!" Or "sanity is so mean!")... despite knowing jack shit about me. It's so baffling given the fact my blog and everything I post is my CONTENT. I am not my content, I am just the creator.

Let's see... What else...... OH! I'm very edgy boi. And have very dark humor. GOD FORBID!

Oh, another reason is because even though I don't talk about it... Like... Ever. I have been open about the fact that, yes, I do look at and watch gore tapes. However, I never brag about that (anyone who does is fucking stupid), it's not a flex. I very vocally discourage people from going to look themselves, and have never, will never, tell anyone how to find it let alone send them direct links. I've been asked by people before, I blocked all of them without replyiny. AND SO, WHY DO I WATCH GORE? I am an extreme horror creator. I am a splatterpunk author and artist who does a lot of horror illustration that include gore. It's legitimately for RESEARCH /serious. And that should be obvious to anyone. I'm also going to mention that yes, real gore footage and images are completely legal unless it involves CSA - that is beyond illegal. Just the thought of that type of gore makes me physically ill. I never never nor will I ever look at illegal gore. Kids being harmed is a massive trigger for me and ugh- i just want to puke at the idea of someone seeking it out.

Hmmm...OH! Because ASF is my favorite movie. Why is it my favorite? Because it IS uncomfortable. It portrays horrific things that happen in the real world, and shows these things graphically. It's not supposed to entertain, IT'S SUPPOSED TO UPSET YOU. Yes, I'm working on a video essay explaining the importance of ASF.

Aaand people are sent into tizzies over...😨😨 EXTREME HORROR😨😨 SERIAL KILLERS THAT ARE ACTUALLY A REALISTIC PORTRAYAL OF SERIAL KILLERS 😨😨😨 GOD FUCKING FORBID?! UNACCEPTABLE 🙄

Also, because Julius and Killian are supposedly me fetishizing mlm. I AM A PANSEXUAL MAN. And frankly, if people actually bother to read about their dynamic then go talk to MLM folks IRL... You'd realize that Julius and killian are the farthest thing from fetishizing.

Hmmm... And at the core of it all? Yes, this is going to sound up my ass but the ultimate reason? Jealously.

It seems like more people hate me than actually do, just because the ones who hate me are really fucking loud and can't keep my name out of their mouth (even though I forget or don't even know they exist until they somehow wind up on my radar). And a few certain people have about 50+ alts that they use to never stfu about me.

As for Chris Piss, that's completely different from the usual stuff. Slimebeast is...sure something.

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heather-cox-richardson · 5 months

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May 13, 2024:

Key Quotes:

"The White House today announced that it has awarded nearly $454 billion in funding from the Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, including more than 56,000 projects across more than 4,500 communities across the nation."

"On Thursday, May 9, Senators Katie Britt (R-AL), Marco Rubio (R-FL), and Kevin Cramer (R-ND) introduced the More Opportunities for Moms to Succeed (MOMS) act...The measure is clear that it enlists the government in opposition to abortion, but more than that, it establishes that the government will create a database of the names and contact information of pregnant women"

The Economist yesterday announced that the U.S. “is in the midst of an extraordinary startup boom,” and explored “[h]ow the country revived its “go-getting spirit.”

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#democrats #republicans #politics #news

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Written in the stars

Chapter 3: Bright part 1

Charlottes pov

By the time Julie left for school with

her friend Flynn, i was already beginning to wonder about the numerous possibilities as to why the young girl lied to the guys about not being able to play the piano. From what I've seen in my time watching over her Julie really knew how to play. It seemed the boys were wondering the same thing because they walked back into the studio not too long after Julie had left, Reggie giving Alex and Luke a confused look as he said, "I wonder why Julie didn't tell us she could shred on the piano?" "And sing" Luke added. "That girl can sing" "It probably has something to do with her mom, You know?" Alex suggested "Must've been hard" i softened at that, knowing exactly what Alex was talking about. I had been the same way the moment i found out the boys had died. It was like something inside of my had snapped and the thought of even attempting to continue to play at the Orpheum had been enough to make me sick. If i had been alive longer, i knew i wouldn't have been able to play for the longest time. The boys inspired me to play and without them, it was like there was no point. Julie must've been feeling the same way about her mother. "Anyway,'" Alex announced as he made his way towards the ladder that led up to the crawl space. "I really feel for her" My eyes widened in panic and i was quick to hold onto my guitar and poof away, instead hiding behind some of the random junk that was below the crawl space and just out of view from Luke and Reggie. I winced when i made the tiniest of noises, Luke glancing my direction with a small frown before shaking his head and looking away after not seeing anything. "Yeah, but. ..now she's got music back in her life, just like us" Luke told them. "Yeah, I'm not sure you can call what we have a life" Alex countered before frowning as he looked around the attic. "Reggie, didn't you say you saw char's guitar up here?" Reggie hummed in agreement, his gaze lowering to the floor at the mention of me "Well, it's not up here" Alex said. Reggie's head shot up at that and i winced as i glanced towards the guitar in my hands. "W-What?" Reggie questioned, his voice so soft that it made me feel guilty for taking the guitar.

All i could think about was what could be running through Reggie's head, how the guitar had been one of the last traces of me that he had left and now it was suddenly missing. "Yeah, I don't see it at all," Alex commented. "Maybe you just thought you saw it, Why would char give up her guitar? She's loved that thing since the day Luke gave it to her." "I wouldn't just think that up" Reggie tried to argue, a look of pain and confusion on his face. "I. . .I saw it, I held it, It was there, I promise" Alex cleared his throat, "Oh hey, some

of the clothes we left behind are still

up here." He then began to drop some

bags down onto the ground and Luke's face lit up once again. "Sweet!'" Luke exclaimed as he quickly took his shirt off and went for his bag "Oh, same clothes since '95, boys" At that moment, the doors to the studio

opened up and i shrunk down even more, afraid that it was Julie. If Julie saw me then i was done for and i really wanted to make a better entrance than just popping out from around the corner Luckily it wasn't Julie, but her father -Ray. Reggie and Luke hadn't seemed to notice him and i watched in amusement as Ray walked right through Reggie who stumbled and whispered, "Oh, that was weird! But somehow I can tell this man has a kind heart"

"So how've you been?" Ray asked, the

question making Reggie still before

looking around in confusion

"Honestly, not that good," Reggie said

making I had to put a hand over my mouth to hide the laughter that almost slipped out. "See, we ate these hot dogs, and-" "Julie sang for the first time this morning," Ray continued, cutting Reggie off and making the boy frown. "She hadn't done that in almost a year You would've loved it" "Yeah, we saw 'cause we were" Reggie began realizing what was happening. "Oh!" He waved his hand in front of Ray's face, the man obviously not reacting since he couldn't see them. "Oh, I get it. He.. . He's not talking to us" Luke gave the boy a look before saying. "You are so lucky you can play bass." Reggie gave him a confused look and i smiled softly, wanting nothing more than to just hug the boy because of how oblivious he is sometimes.

"Pretty sure he's talking to Julie's

mom," Alex explained "She's such an amazing young woman" Ray continued as he walked over to the piano. "Every day she reminds me more and more of you." "Called it!' Alex exclaimed. "Oh, I'm, uh. ..I'm taking pictures for the real estate website, I don't really wanna move, but. . ." Ray hesitated and set the camera down while Luke, Reggie and Alex gathered around the piano. Seeing as the boys were distracted and i was intrigued by what Ray was saying, i stepped a little more out of the hiding spot, my guitar in hand. "I guess it's best for Julie." "Move?" Luke questioned, leaning onto the piano while Ray sat down. "There's so many memories of Julie playing next to you, and. .." Ray chuckled softly. "Carlos trying to sing with his missing two front teeth." Luke let out a shaky breath, his hand going over his mouth as he tried to hold back his tears. "Oh no, Luke, not you too," Reggie muttered while i struggled to hold back my own tears. Me and Luke always had been emotionally connected people, so it made sense that this was tugging at both mine and Luke's heartstrings "He. . .he's talking about moving, butbthe poor guy, he doesn't wanna move" Luke said while they watched Ray get up and take a picture of the studio. If we had been real, all four of us would've ended up in the picture with me just being further in the back. However, all that came up on the screen were four bright dots that Ray didn't seem to notice yet."It's like they grew up out here" Ray continued and that got to Reggie who also began to cry. "Oh man, now he's got me too" Reggie said as he tried to fan his face with his hands. Alex looked to him and then Luke before shaking his head.

"Okay, how am I the emotional one?"

Alex asked. "C-C-Can we go see my family and see how they're doing?" Reggie questioned He then hesitated before glancing towards Luke. "M-Maybe we can even try and see what happened to char?" My eyes widened at that and my mentally cursed myself for not thinking about how the boys might want to try and find out about what happened to me. "Yeah," Luke agreed. "Yeah. I kind of really want to find her. And listening to this feels. . wrong." "Hey, do you remember when the kids were at your sister's, and we came out here on our anniversary- " Ray began causing my eyes to widen as I quickly shook my head. "So wrong," i whispered in agreement with Luke although i knew they couldn't hear me. I poofed myself out of there without a second thought, instead appearing out in the park as I sat myself down on a bench thinking about how I'm going to approach the guys. As I an sat there I hear "hey Char you okay?" Willie said as he sat next to me, I gave him a small nod "yea just.......can I talk to you about something?" I asked "of course you can" he says and I explained everything that happened and how I'm to scared to show myself to guys "oh come on, from what you've told me these guys will love seeing you again" he said playfully shoving my shoulder. I couldn't help smile "yea yea I know its just......." I say softly and Willie smile dropped a little "you don't want it to happen again?" He says and I nod. He says his goodbyes and he skates off so he doesn't get in trouble and I sighed.

Holding my guitar in my hands,

I glanced down at the little doodle of Sunset Curve on the side. I had drawn it on there one day when i was with the boys and Luke had seen it and quickly grabbed my guitar to show the others. From there they had decided that would be their design and Luke had bragged about it

to anyone that he could for the longest time, thinking it was so cool that my design was their band logo. At the thought of all of the boys, I knew i had to get over my fears and just reveal myself to them. It was a question of how that i needed to figure out, After all, i never had liked to do things simple. But whatever it was, it would be soon, Really soon and i had the perfect idea on how to get things started.

*later that day*

Seeing Julie walking back from school, Julie clearly had a lot on her mind. there were three ghosts living in her mother's studio. "When did life get so weird?" Julie muttered to herself. "Hey!" I exclaimed causing Julie to shriek in surprise and almost stumble back. However, she was able to catch herself and her eyes shot up to lock with those of a me. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I said softly and Julia stared at me for a moment, her eyes flickering over the my long Blonde hair that was pulled into a half braided up do and the hazel eyes that looked so familiar. I could tell by the look on Julie's face that she felt as if she had met this Me before, but that was impossible but little did she know how long I've been around "It's okay. I wasn't really paying attention, so you just startled me a bit," Julie assured me, still a little wary on why some random girl was talking to her. "Oh, sorry. I'm Charlotte" i said, "I...just moved in nearby actually and heard you playing this morning. I was hoping to catch you when you got back and tell you how amazing you sound." Julie blushed a little, a shy smile on her face as she said, "You heard me play?" I nodded. "You're really good" i said. "Thanks," Julie told her before holding out her hand. 'I'm Julie." My eyes widened a bit at the sight of the outstretched hand and Julie was quick to pull her hand away. "Sorry" "No, no. Don't apologize. Where I'm from, we don't really shake hands," I said, hoping i didn't sound too weird. However, seeing as Julie's whole life was weird at the moment, she didn't think much of it. "Where'd you move from?" Julie asked and i went blank. "Oh, Tennessee," i quickly said, that being the only state to come to mind because of all the country music discussions me and Reggie had. "I used to live around here some time ago, but it's been a while so I don't really know anyone" "Well, now you know me," Julie assured me with a kind smile. "Does this mean we can hang out sometime?" I asked and Julie's smile grew a bit as she nodded. "Of course,'' Julie agreed. "I wish I could talk more but I've got homework calling my name and my dad will be waiting for me" "Oh, yeah. No problem, It was really nice meeting you Julie" i said "It was nice meeting you too Charlotte, I'll see you around" Julie replied before turning and walking towards her house. I pretend to walk the other way for a while before glancing back, It was only when Julie was out of view that i

finally allowed myself to relax.

Poofing back to the studio, i appeared in the crawl space and picked up my guitar once again. I returned it to its spot on my back before looking down, hoping to see the boys. Frowning since they were no where to be seen, i poofed myself to Julie's house and looked in through the windows until i eventually found the boys all looking around Julie's room. "She's not going to like that," i muttered, remembering the times i would come home to find all four of the boys hanging out in her room and looking around. She had been pissed to say the least and they learned quickly that her room was off limits unless i was there with them. I let my eyes flicker over the boys, chuckling softly at each of them- Luke staring curiously at a box, Alex attempting to pick up a picture frame and Reggie sitting on the bed with his eyes closed as he moved his arms across the bed spread. It was in that very moment that Julie decided to walk in, her eyes widening before she

exclaimed, "What are you guys doing

in my room?" All three boys panicked almost instantly "Uh. . ." they all

uttered, their mouths opening and

closing- "We were looking for the kitchen" Luke said, his voice going up a little in the end to show that he was lying. As if the fact that he was reaching for the small box wasn't enough. Reggie quickly pointed at the boy in agreement and Julie shook her head. "This. ..this can't happen. It's creepy" she told them. "'Get off my bed, please" Reggie was jumping off the bed in an instant. Luke raised his hand before calling out, "Hey, Julie." The girl looked to him and Luke let out a breath as he pointed towards the box. "What's in the box?" "That's off-limits," Julie told him causing the boy to chuckle

"Oh. Oh, okay. Girl stuff," he said to the boys while i couldn't help but shake my head and face palmed myself "Oh, like butterflies and glitter?" Reggie questioned. I furrowed my eyebrows and made a face at that. Butterflies and glitter? Really? "Oh, come on" Alex muttered in annoyance. "I'm sorry about them."

"It's none of your business," Julie

insisted. "And yes, there might be

some glitter." Reggie smiled at that

obviously happy with himself for

having guessed part of it correctly

Alex lunged for the picture frame, his

face lighting up as he was finally able

to come in contact with the frame

and lift it up. "Hey!" he exclaimed in

between laughs. "I actually picked

something up." However, that was

when the picture frame fell from his

hands and onto the bed "I dropped it."

"Is that your mom?" Luke asked,

stepping toward to look at the picture

frame. "Yes, and it's my favorite picture of us. So if you break it, I'll break you," Julie hissed, snatching the frame away "Hey, char told us that exact same thing" Reggie commented. "But she was referring to her limited edition records and not a picture frame." "Didn't she chase you around the house when she found you messing with her Queen album?" Luke questioned, looking to the boy who blushed. "Yeah, I'd never been more frightened of her than that day. But she gave in and let me listen with her after she had finished tackling me to the ground and forcing me to apologize. We listened to that thing for hours," Reggie said, smiling softly at the thought. I couldn't help but smile as well, distantly remembering the day I had spent lying on my bed with Reggie as we talked about anything and everything while listening to my records. That was the day both of them fully began to realize just how much they cared for each other.

"You guys talking about her isn't

gonna make this any easier," Alex

sighed, frowning at the mention of his

best friend. "We're getting off topic

anyways," he told them, noting the way Julie was still glaring at them. "Okay, well, sorry but you don't have the same opportunities char did because we're kind of unbreakable at this point.' "I don't get it," Julie said. "You guys can mess up my bed, pick up your instruments, but you can't pick up other stuff?" "I know, right? It's hard," Luke told her. "But for some reason, our instruments easy. "Yeah, like super easy," Reggie agreed and i glanced back at my guitar at that. It was pretty easy to pick it up. Why that was, i had absolutely no clue. Then again, the whole situation was weird. "Oh, and check out what I learned today." At that, his guitar suddenly appeared in his hands and Reggie fell back against a chair while i perked up. Had he really been able to summon his instruments just by thinking about it? "Yeah, that looked super easy," Julie muttered sarcastically while Reggie groaned in pain "Yeah, but it's like I always thought, our instruments are attached to our souls" Luke explained making me pull my guitar around so it was now in my hands and not lying across my back. My guitar was attached to my soul? "Hey. Everything okay?" the sound of Ray's voice brought me back to the conversation. "Yeah. I'm fine,' Julie assured him. "Okay. I thought I heard you talking to someone," Ray said. "Nope," Julie said, shaking her head. "Must've been my laptop...that I just closed" Ray let out a soft chuckle and knocked his knuckles against the door frame once. "Okay. If you need anything. .." He trailed off and then gestured towards the door. "Yeah. Thanks," Julie said before her father closed the door and left them alone once again "Your dad seems like the kind of guy who likes to barbecue" Reggie commented.

"I bet he has a great ribs recipe" "I don't know, But if you guys wanna talk to me, we have to do it in the studio. He's worried about me enough as it is" Julie told them. "He seems chill" Luke countered. "You should just tell him about us." "Idiot," i muttered before my eyes widened at the sight of Alex turning around. I quickly ducked under the window sill, counting softly to herself until i was sure the blonde was no longer looking that way. When i turned back around, Alex was sitting down and i let out a small sigh of relief. "You're kidding, right?" Julie asked "This past year, everyone's been watching over me, being super nice, as if they're waiting for me to snap. If I tell my dad I met a ghost band, I'll be back to talking to Dr. Turner three days a week." Luke clicked his tongue, "Yeah, you probably shouldn't tell him." He then turned and began to walk towards the box before looking to the girl helplessly. "Julie...' "0h my gosh!" Julie exclaimed in annoyance. "I thought I told you to leave that alone!" "I know. You just should've said nothing. This is like that time char put my Christmas gift under her bed and wouldn't let me anywhere near it when i was over at her house. Cause I couldn't stop thinking about it then and I can't stop thinking about this box now, so. . .what's in the box, Julie?" Luke asked. "It's just my dream box, okay?" Julie gave in. "Whenever I get a thought or something, I write it down and get it out of my mind" "Like lyrics?" Luke questioned. "They would be if I still wrote music like I used to with my mom," Julie said. "Now it's just full of stuff that doesn't make me sad." "But, I mean, you do play. We heard you this morning" Alex told her "In the garage?" Julie asked while Luke whacked Alex's arm. "So you were there too? How many other people heard me sing? Even my new neighbor did and I don't even know her yet!"

"Uh.." all three boys said in a high pitched voice at the same time.

"I don't...' "He was, like. .." "We were. . ." "Somewhere" Luke concluded before walking forward and laying across Julie's bed. "So, where is your kitchen. by the way?" "Okay, we need to set some boundaries," Julie told them. As

she said that, Luke smiled and for a

moment'For starters, stay out of my

room!" "Mm-hmm. Crystal clear. Let's go," Alex said. "We're leaving,'' Reggie announced as all three boys hurried towards the door. "Yes, ma'am! We are out of here." Reggie then began to strum his guitar as he walked through the door with the others and out of the room. They weren't gone for long before Alex poked his head back through. "Hey! Um, sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. Did you get back into your music program?" he asked, me smiling softly at his kind heart. "No. No, I didn't," Julie sighed, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry. That really sucks" Alex told her. 'Thanks," Julie said. "Is that it?" "Yeah. Yeah. This is getting weird," Alex muttered while Julie waved goodbye to him. He smiled weakly. "Okay." He then disappeared back through the door and Stephanie smiled a little more before poofing away. Little did Julie know, but she would soon be finding out that the three ghosts she thought lived in her studio was actually a group of four and that girl she had met a little while before was actually the very 'char' that the boys kept talking about. But for now, Julie was left alone in her bedroom with nothing but her own thoughts, the picture frame of her with her mother in hand.

#original character #julie and the phantoms oc #julie molina #julie and the phantoms #reggie peters #luke patterson #alex mercer

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incarnateirony · 2 years

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I am with you on hoping 2po disappears after end of Feb cause I just hate seeing the misery get spread for no reason other than they can’t stand to be wrong that others like you are right and that paying your way into expensive meet and greets does not equal having an “in” sighs god just get over it and f*ck off

mood. And it's been. so many years. and he never learns. And he doesn't want to. because he benefits from the attention and free con tickets he grifts out. That's why they're trying so hard to signal "SCRIPTHUNT HAS RAISED OVER 10K! *** IF YOU COMBINE US WITH THESE TWO OTHER GROUPS THAT HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH OUR MONEY FLOW" like some weird corporate tax evasion bs. no man yall barely got what, 4K. And it took you dozens of thousands of dollars in cons to get that. Like, do the math sherlock, even if you add yourself into all your other friends' work you still don't break even.

Con artists. And that list? Check the hateful, vengeful assholes in those sister groups. I've covered a bunch of them before. It's just a web of the same assholes with a few fringe attachments of specific new assholes per branch.

They've all stunted like this for years, they're the peak "DELUSIONAL" screamers that have never ONCE looked in their reflection to realize, uh. no. you were the delusional ones. You screamed market testing was delusional, berens' intent was delusional, an S15 confession was delusional until the scripts came out far later, the roadhouse was delusional, omissions were delusional, production distress was delusional, the pilot being real was delusional, the morals of the Winchesters were delusional--and guess what. All of those things were real. And 95% of psychotics think they're perfectly sane. So maybe everyone in that group orbit needs to reign in their delusional shrieking, tap the brakes, view the last 5 years of history, and then go see a doctor themselves.

That whole time they did the same shit. "well I have a friend who does interviews at cons and they say" "well I have a coffee runner friend and they say" "well I was in a M&G and--" guess what chucklefucks you were all idiots about all of those things anyway, no matter how confident you were in the last three points, because those sources are limited yeehaws that don't know any real shit and after FIVE YEARS you still haven't learned your goddamn lesson.

So they're just gonna go down screeching and screaming and denying and calling everyone else crazy while building their illusory world until they all ultimately will have no choice but to basically eat each other for the construction of lies they've both trapped themselves in and forced themselves to the end of the line on together. When they could just. Leave. And stop being delusional. And stop trying to make everyone as miserable as they are.

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Okay so I’ve recently responded to a @writing-prompt-s thing where it was basically that your teacher has your class analyse your own book and I did a whole thing about the teacher ignoring the obvious lesbians so the writer loses it and hijacks the class. Somehow I’ve had a few people request I continue that, but the thing is, I based it off of my old English teacher (who I’m like 95% sure was actually married to a woman IRL so her reaction would be much different) teaching on a book I’m already writing. Layni, Kennedy and Connor are already characters I have. So I figured I’d share a bit about the trio, if only to give me the chance to get proper notes about them down

Connor and Layni Warden are siblings who grew up in Kettringham, a small village with a close-knit community. They both work in their parents’ old carpentry, with Connor manning the front desk and crunching the numbers while Layni does her thing in the workshop. The pair are both elementals, but in this world each elemental is naturally attuned to one element. Connor is a fire elemental while Layni is an earth elemental

Layni is more introverted and reserved, but she’s still sweet and enjoys making snarky comments at times. The siblings both share a playful nature, though it’s a lot more evident with Connor, who is much more extroverted and cheerful. Connor is known around the village to be very friendly and often jokingly flirts with others, though he’s never expressed much interest in going beyond this. He’s one of those people that everybody just naturally likes

As for Kennedy, Connor doesn’t know much about her prior to her arrival in Kettringham. She arrived as a nomad during a time when Connor’s power grew out of control, something that does happen on occasion, and used her own abilities to put out the fires Connor caused. The siblings learned that Kennedy was a tephrakinetic, with the ability to control burnt matter, and she made it clear that she found these fires to be child’s play. The siblings showed Kennedy some hospitality as gratitude, allowing her to spend a night or two at their house while she was passing through. During that time they learned that Kennedy had a knack for wood carving, having made her own wooden brooches. Layni encouraged her to join them in the carpentry, which Kennedy agreed to do. Kennedy ended up staying with them to work in the carpentry, her talents lied in the finer details but she was quick to pick up what Layni taught her about the job

While Kennedy and Layni do date, it’s important to note that Connor is not made aware about this until at least the latter half of the book… which means that he continues to jokingly flirt with his sister’s secret girlfriend. Kennedy does find this rather annoying, but she’s not made uncomfortable by it and Layni thinks the whole thing is hilarious, so she allows him to continue. This is also one of the two reasons why the girls are keeping their relationship a secret, though the main one is that they’re uncertain as to how Connor would react to his sister dating the random traveller that moved in with them

There’s a lot more going on here, but I’ll save it for a future update on things or for when I write further into the book, whichever comes first. If you’ve read this far, I’m going to ask you to do me a favour; ask me questions about my story/worldbuilding/characters so I can consider things I might not have before and really reflect on my writing. I’m always happy to share more about these three idiots, as well as any other characters or whatever else

#writing #books #bookblr #writers #female writers #writing prompts #original character #characters #my ocs #my characters #character lore #Kennedy #Connor Warden #Layni Warden #ama #ask me questions #ask me stuff #ask me pls

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“What I meant is that those heterosexuals start blabbing about how it’s transphobic for gay people not to be attracted to them, and bi people agree because they can be attracted to both sexes.”

I appreciate that this definitely does happen. But I still maintain that bi people’s involvement in it has been overblown. I really don’t take the point that it’s bi people stoking the flames and that we know this because some of the people doing this SAY they are attracted to both dick and vagina. That was why I made those points earlier about trans people lying to suit themselves. Most of the time, when they say “I love girldick!” Or “I see transmen as men 100%”, they don’t MEAN it. Just like everybody else who plays along. It doesn’t mean they are actually bi any more than it means a trans lesbian is a real lesbian.

On top of the fact that straight trans people are perpetuating the majority of this, I’ve noticed that often their straight partners will ID as bi when their partner transitions (because they were with a man and now they’re with a “woman”), and will do the “well as a bisexual… as a member of the LGBT community…” etc and claim that anybody can like either set of genitals while, again, they are already in a relationship with the opposite sex and have no intention of ever being with the same sex.

I also often come across straight teenagers, or people in majority LGBT friend groups and activist groups in colleges (in my experience anyway), who will identify as bi to fit in and push the narrative of “its transphobic not to like penis” etc because that’s what they feel they are supposed to say, and they will be excommunicated from their friend groups if they say otherwise. You can say “how do you know they are straight” but I’ve come across many of these cases in real life with people I’ve known very well for a very long time and I can tell you it’s common. Sure, I don’t know what’s going on inside their heads and I would never correct somebody about their own sexuality but… I know. And I don’t think it’s even malicious a lot of the time! I think these kids are legitimately convincing themselves that they’re not straight because they find some members of the same sex aesthetically pleasing and don’t have enough experience to know what actual attraction is, and it’s anathema to them to be a “boring cishet”. Just look at the teenage girls convincing themselves they have gender dysphoria.

The entire trans movement is built on lies and “lesbians like girldick” is one of them. “I’m a trans lesbian and I like girl dick” is also one of them. I can tell you that almost never is the person saying that ACTUALLY bi. They don’t ACTUALLY like girldick, they just have one and want others to like it. Or they don’t have one but they are brown nosing transwomen as usual, the whole “omg you’re so pretty! You totally pass! I would never know you’re trans” are usually lies too. Those people don’t actually think those things, just like they wouldn’t actually sleep with a member of the same sex. Because they’re straight.

All that to say, I don’t deny that there are bisexuals doing this! I’m sure there are, and I condemn their behaviour! But I really do think the majority of the predatory, homophobic stuff that comes out of the trans movement is coming from straight people, regardless of whether they SAY they are attracted to both genitals. In my experience like 95% of the time they don’t actually mean it and have no intention of acting on it. It’s just a “progressive” thing for them to say.

I’m sure that some people lie about this to look like a good trans ally. But I don’t really believe that it’s the majority.

I’ve noticed that the lesbians* who play along never say they personally like dick, it’s always “some lesbians do, but not me”. “Some lesbians don’t mind it, but I just have a genital preference”. Speaking from experience, it’s all about lying to yourself just enough to not be harassed, but not lying to yourself so much that you snap out of it. That’s why lesbians will pull the “some lesbians, but not me” tactic when it comes to liking dick, because it’s a lie disconnected from ourselves which allows us to convince ourselves we believe it. Because extending that to ourselves is so blatantly untrue to us that it would peak us instantly (I am not talking about cases of extreme internalised homophobia where the gay person is essentially attempting to convert themselves).

It’s like, if I were to say “the sky can be green with orange polka dots, just not where I live”. That’s believable! Because I can look up and confirm that the sky above isn’t green with orange polka dots, but how do I know that it’s not in the next town over? Now, if I were to say “the sky is green with orange polka dots, I’m looking at it right now and it’s so beautiful! I love it so much!”, I can look up and see that’s not true. It’s going to instantly break that belief that the sky can look like that in the first place.

Where I’m going with this is that in my experience, people who are attracted to one sex will do the “some people like this sex, but not me” routine to make the lie more believable to them. It’s the people actually attracted to both sexes who are able to take it the step further and say “I like both sexes, so should everyone else”.

*I’m talking about lesbians in particular because that’s where I have personal experience.

#asks #anon

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday!

Sweet potato ranks No. 1 in nutrition of all vegetables.

Paris has a ‘hospital’ for neglected houseplants.

Daydreaming is good for your brain.

A litre of beer or a litre of coffee is as hydrating as a litre of water.

Cremation causes silicone breast implants to explode.

40% of working Britons have less than £100 in savings.

The IATA airport code for Sioux City, Iowa is SUX.

Your motivation to "get up and go" starts to fail at around 54 years old.

One-third of entrepreneurs think their chance of failing is zero.

In Russia, it is illegal to tell kids that gay people exist.

Microscopic mites are currently living and having sex on your face.

The baby name ‘Karen’ is on the edge of extinction.

Only 2% of the world's population has green eyes.

80% of the world's population have never been on an airplane.

Your nipples are as unique as your fingerprints.

In 1976, more than 100 marijuana plants sprouted in the Anaheim Stadium playing field in Los Angeles after The Who performed there.

In 2014, German police issued a fine to a one-armed cyclist for cycling with one arm.

Humans spend 13% of their lives not focusing on anything in particular.

Men appear in the newspapers three times as often as women and have done since 1800.

In 2017, the US secret service advertised for a 'social media sarcasm spotter'.

Sometimes, creating a little distance will help people recognize how much you actually mean to them.

A study by Wijnand A.P. Van Tilburg and Eric R. Igou has shown that adding a middle initial to your name makes you seem smarter. This status is brought to you by Lindsay J. Wesker.

A moose can dive underwater down to nearly twenty feet in search of food. This makes killer whales their biggest predator.

Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, has towns called Intercourse and Paradise. It takes six minutes to get from one to the other.

Male ladybirds can spend up to four hours mating with a dead female before realising something is wrong.

Greenland lost so much ice in the 20th century that it changed the angle of the Earth’s rotation.

A sex manual in Qing dynasty China outlined 48 different ways to fondle a mutilated foot.

In December 2020, a man from Kazakhstan legally married his sex doll after 2 years of dating.

Crocodiles are fast on their feet but cannot turn very well. If one is chasing you, run in zig zag lines.

In 2013, Bill Gates said that the Ctrl+Alt+Delete command was a mistake and could have been just a single button.

4.8 billion people own mobile phones whereas only 4.2 billion own a toothbrush.

“The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick” is said to be the toughest tongue twister in English.

A python from Australia became addicted to meth after living in a drug lab and was sent to rehab for seven months.

You have a better chance in getting into Harvard than becoming a Delta Airlines flight attendant.

It's ok and "I'm fine" are the two most common lies spoken in the world.

Men spend almost a year of their lives staring at women, a survey found.

According to Psychology people are constantly wishing for something, whilst overlooking that they already have.

Admit it when you're wrong and shut up when you're right. This is a simple way to drastically improve the quality of your relationships.

According to one survey, 95% of people claim they get nervous when they hear the words, “We need to talk.”

When you become really close to someone, you can hear their voice in your head when you read their texts.

No one really knows who invented the fire hydrant, its patent was burned in a fire.

Parents of newborn babies lose about six months of sleep during the first two years of their child's life

After drummer Pete Best was fired from the Beatles, he released an album called ‘Best Of The Beatles’. Buyers were disappointed to find out it was not a Beatles compilation album.

Humans are deuterostomes which means that, when they develop in the womb, the anus forms before any other opening. This means that, at one point, you were nothing but a bum hole!

When Fidel Castro seized power in Cuba, he ordered all Monopoly sets to be destroyed. Some believe the decision was because it symbolises capitalism but close friends believed it was because he always lost.

On September 11th, 2001, Roselle, a guide dog, saved the life of her blind owner by leading him all the way down from the 78th floor of the burning Twin Towers. The descent took approximately an hour in total and both safely made it out.

According to a study, male owners of luxury cars behave aggressively on the road not because of a corrupting effect of wealth, but because men who are self-centred and unempathetic are much more likely both to be drawn to high-status cars and to break traffic laws.

In the 1640s, the Dutch inhabitants of New Amsterdam built a 12-foot wall to protect the city. In 1664, the British bypassed the wall and took the city by the sea. The area is now called New York. They took down the wall and built a street now known as Wall Street

And, finally, it’s never too late to follow your dreams. Romanian ruler, Vlad The Impaler, didn’t start impaling people until his thirties!

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #tuesdaymotivation #radio

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I posted 1,671 times in 2022

That's 162 more posts than 2021!

84 posts created (5%)

1,587 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@combefaerie

@thessalian

@theyhaveacavetroll

@penflicks

@bonesandchekov

I tagged 577 of my posts in 2022

#james bond - 155 posts

#fate winx saga - 76 posts

#remington steele - 34 posts

#fate the winx saga - 29 posts

#ftws - 26 posts

#andreas of eraklyon - 22 posts

#saul silva - 18 posts

#october daye - 14 posts

#alec trevelyan - 13 posts

#love it - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#one of those used to be the villain and is still not on side but is putting up with bond for some ungodly reason even he can't fathom

My Top Posts in 2022:

today's hot take is that Andreas of Eraklyon is basically just the Chosen One who's grown up into a man with PTSD who's still being manipulated by the person who put him in that position to start with.

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Bond/Felix/Della Headcanons for Polyamory Day

I think the screencap speaks for itself, but just in case anyone had any doubts, here is a ship manifesto:

The above scene occurs.

This is the second time that Della kisses Bond again on her wedding day.

Della's idea of ways to pull her husband's best man over to where she wants him is to grip the fabric at the small of his back this way.

See the full post

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Raoul Silva/Tiago Rodriguez Headcanons

In honor of headcanons day, here are some about arguably my second-favorite villain.

He's Portuguese by way of Macau rather than being European. As a result, he speaks Cantonese, Mandarin, Portuguese, English, and Macanese with equal fluency.

He's got multiple sisters, none of whom know he's alive as of Skyfall.

He considers Tiago Rodriguez to be his name. Silva is an alias at best that comes from two of his middle names combined.

He was framed by General Chang when the Chinese stealth technology went missing in early 1997. The timeline lines up exactly with the events of Tomorrow Never Dies.

He's on some fairly serious pain medication more or less constantly and has some leftover health issues from being tortured for five months beyond the obvious damage to his face

His hair is that color naturally.

He was 008 during his time with MI6 - the one that M mentions calling in from Hong Kong during Living Daylights who "follows orders, not instincts".

He absolutely can't drive to save his life nor should he with the said pain meds on board.

His only pet is a small black rabbit.

He's got a playlist for just about everything (yes, including vengeance)

Like M, he's got terrible aim. He prefers explosions.

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Alec Trevelyan Headcanons

And of course, I can't do a post about my second-favorite villain without doing another about literally my favorite villain/character in the entire series!

Loves driving but frequently gets relegated to the passenger seat if Bond is present

He's the sort who has names for guns he likes

Comes from a working-class background but hides it now that he's a double-0. That crisp accent is hard-won and slips sometimes.

Alec didn't defect. Instead, he woke up after the explosion and was subjected to torture for months using a combination of physical pain mixed with the kind of drugs they use to cause amnesia during surgery. They'd hurt him, force him to repeat what they told him, and then make sure he didn't remember any of the actual events consciously. They'd then wake him up, "explain" things to him, and let him assume the pain and anger and fear he felt was the result of betrayal. He might never fully remember any of this.

He's allergic to mushrooms and certain other fungi.

He's always been fond of a good explosion.

Reports of his death have been greatly exaggerated. In fact, they're outright lies, because Bond could no more drop him off a satellite than he could voluntarily take a vow of celibacy. Instead Alec spent several years getting un-brainwashed.

He and Bond have a dog named Spring. She's a Staffordshire terrier and they name her Spring because she's bouncing up and down out of boredom when they find her.

On mission, he's all charm and elegance. Off-mission he's a cheesy chips at the pub and cereal for breakfast without bothering to get dressed kind of guy

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My #1 post of 2022

ok but for real - POV: you're Saul Silva. Your dad died at your hand because of a Burned One, you killed your best friend because he wanted to slaughter civilians, and the PTSD off of both of those things is off the charts, and that's before we get to the bit where you fought a war and had to imprison your former commander for war crimes. You raised your former friend's son because you're a good egg trying really hard to do the right thing.

And then - and THEN - in the space of a few months - you yourself get infected by the same thing that killed your father. You find out that the thing you killed your friend over is maybe not what you thought it was and those civilians were potentially actually enemies after all. You find out that the friend you thought you killed is alive and has been in hiding for 16 years, the commander you imprisoned gets free and has you arrested, and then you find out that your other friend who hides you and who helped you take down your evil commander is the literal Worst and that friend tries to kill you using your former friend who you thought you killed. Oh, and the former friend ends up dead again and now your foster son semi-hates you because you didn't quite tell him the truth about what happened to his dad.

Oh, and on top of all this, your other friend whom you've spent all these years with, who relied on you and whom you loved dearly, is now dead too because of your former commander.

How the fuck is Saul not rocking back and forth in a corner somewhere having a breakdown? How is he even remotely still sane?

67 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

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Sleepy Polar Bear Image Wins Prestigious Wildlife Photo Award

An Image Captured off the Norwegian Archipelago of Svalbard Shows a Young Polar Bear Drifting to Sleep on a Small Iceberg After Carving a Bed in the Ice.

— Li Cohen | Wednesday February 7, 2024

A Polar Bear (Ursus Maritimus) carves out a bed from a small iceberg before drifting off to sleep in the Far North, off Norway’s Svalbard Archipelago. Image Credit: © Nima Sarikhani, Wildlife Photographer of the Year

One of the world's most prestigious wildlife photography awards has announced its winner – and it's equal parts mesmerizing and adorable. The winner of the Natural History Museum of London's Wildlife Photographer of the Year award is Nima Sarikhani, for her captivating image of a polar bear sleeping on sea ice.

The photograph, called "Ice Bed," was captured in Norway's Svalbard archipelago, the museum says in its description of the photo. According to a news release, Sarikhani had spent three days looking for polar bears while aboard an exploration vessel in the area, but had been having no luck as they were immersed in a "thick fog."

But then, as the ship came across some sea ice, he saw it – two polar bears.

Those on board the ship tracked them for eight hours. And just before midnight, the moment that resonated with people worldwide finally happened.

"Under the light of the midnight sun, the bear used its powerful arms to claw out a bed on a small iceberg before drifting off to sleep," the press release from the museum says.

Sarikhani said in the release that he's honored to have won the People's Choice award, which is one of nearly 50,000 entries from 95 countries. It will be on display at the museum's Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibit through June 30.

"This photograph has stirred strong emotions in man of those have seen it," he said. "Whilst climate change is the biggest challenge we face, I hope that this photograph also inspires hope. There is still time to fix the mess we have caused."

Douglas Gurr, director of the Natural History Museum, said the "breathtaking and poignant image allows us to see the beauty and fragility of our planet."

"His thought-provoking image is a stark reminder of the integral bond between an animal and its habitat," Gurr said, "and serves as a visual representation of the detrimental impacts of climate warming and habitat loss."

Polar bears are known to dig themselves spots to sleep in, which are sometimes referred to as "day beds," according to scientist Thea Bechshoft at Polar Bears International. They're also known to take one- to two-hour-long naps, "especially after a good meal," Bechshoft said.

According to the museum, the area in which the polar bear was captured on film is among "the most isolated in the world." That area of the Arctic Ocean holds 19 polar bear populations that rely on the sea ice to travel and hunt offshore.

But according to a 2018 report by the Norwegian Centre for Climate Services, air temperatures in Svalbard have increased by 3 to 5 degrees Celsius over the past 40 to 50 years, conditions that have resulted in heavy winter rainfall and in some areas being "ice free most of the year." Other areas have seen ice thickness and extent decrease "dramatically," the museum said of the report.

"The period with sea ice over shallower water in much of the area is now much shorter than it was a few decades ago," said Jon Aars, who researches polar bears in the region. "While the bears that follow sea ice may still be able to hunt year-round, this is increasingly over deeper waters which may be less productive."

Less sea ice for polar bears to use as a way to safely travel has also led to the animals having less genetic diversity, Aars said.

"There aren't as many opportunities for different groups to mix," he said. "This is leading to increased inbreeding among resident bears."

Svalbard's polar bear population is still considered to be stable, but as global temperatures continue to increase, that may not be the case for long.

#Source: Yahoo News 📰 | CBS News 🗞️#Sleepy Polar Bear 🐻‍❄️#Wildlife #Photo Award 🥇

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3:16 am pt 24 April 2023 Monday

No one likes a spoiled b*txh. I he burned my stomach a minute ago. I’m tired of living and being in a world where god never wanted me nor never understood me. 3:18 am pt. A man can never understand a woman nor have sympathy or empathy for her. Not even god. 3:19 am pt

3:27!am pt incubus said he’s detached. He doesn’t like it when I’m happy. Ever. Since I was born. It seems. Maybe he made me like this so I would know him. That he is the one who is unnecessarily critical. 3:29 am pt maybe I learned it from him.

3:29 am pt acid throat pain. He is always calling Blake Shelton names. Calling everyone idiot. 3:30 am pt

3:31 he likes to fake people out. Call them friend then kill them and name albums after them. 3:31 am pt

3:32 am pt probably pretended to be in love with Jane, then project his own feelings on to her, blame her name an album after her.

3:34 am pt I will never feel safe around people again. I’m scarrred for life. 3:34 am pt

3:35 am pt it’s probably their favorite past time gas light make people crazy and then blame the people they abused.

3:39 am pt He’s trying to trick me and manipulate me. Trying to change history and my feelings. I never did anything to my sister like almost kill her. It was a very thin cardboard Barbie box and I was 8 or 9 years old. I think I always used very non-lethal things. Yet he did stuff that could have been lethal (definition ?) to me. Light plastic toy ball. Yet he used nearly lethal force on me again. I was always the one who got it a million times worse than I dealt. I fear what he would do next to me. Bcz he always wants to put me in a harmful situation for “karma.” 3:46 am pt. He is making me feel like I want to commit suicide Bcz he hates me that much. He tricked me. It’s not fair. (Near Right ankle pain 3:48)

3:50 am pt I wonder how many people they let live nice lives beautiful perfect bodies no pain , and how many are always miserable. Bcz they don’t want most people happy? 3:51 am pt. My sisters were ok it I’m the sacrificial lamb so I’m not ok. And I seem to never be allowed to be accepted according to Jesus Christ songs. Always rejected. Trampled like a rose. 3:54 am pt cruelty originates from Merlin (incubus offspring). 3:54 am pt mistakes and karma, same. 3:55 am pt I was rarely naturally happy. I always had to fake it so I would not be abandoned by mom. 3:56 am pt.

3:58 am pt I think incubus lies to himself about everything Bcz he has the power to make straight men gay. So he can make me into anything he wants to fit his agenda. 3:59 am pt

4 am pt tummy ache cramps again and hot stomach 😖😭

402 am pt he’s a wicked man. He never loved anyone. 4:93 acid throat pain 4:03 he’s too good at faking love? He did it to me. Cruel the way he hurts me. I feel like I was always in pain. 4:04 am pt I bet earth will always be hell.4:95 4:94 4:05 am pt

4:96 4:06 am pt at least I tried to become more honest. Bcz I wanted better relationships. I can’t even breathe most the time. He thought it was sooooo funny to make stroh and maryka say stuff about about hotness and he said body absurd and I didn’t realize it and I was working so hard for social causes b4 I realized it. He doesn’t care. He likes dangerous stuff every where. He prefers it. But he tricked me. Again. Truck m what? Probably his plan for my death. Trick me again and again and again and again again again again again again again again slave driver. 4:12 am pt he and the nicks are in a key club cult. He’s yelling no! 4:13 am pt he they love child rape they probably gang rape 11 year olds together Bcz they are in key club cult together. They probably did it with incubus magic in Vegas together. 4:15 am pt so sinister. If they allowed dugard and Ramsey then it’s probably Bcz that’s what they like. Bcz how would they know unless they tried it first? You kill me, incubus, everyone will assume that you like it. 4:17 am pt Bcz that’s why I’m the designated Jesus Christ to renew the apocalypse the way of life for the last 2000 years to repeat again. 4:18 am or am I going to badger you about it over and over again. 4:19 am pt and so everyone will see how shameless you are. 4:19 am pt

4:38 am pt when my bones 🦴🧠 and brain die it means god is a criminal. And a child rapist. He is not fighting to end this crime. He is supporting it to keep it alive. He is not trying to reduce human suffering, he is human suffering = key club cult. Harder to breathe. 4:40 am pt he is practicing his art of inflicting pain on me. It seems like everyday of my life. Getting worse. Like the earth and its people. You’d think in 70000 years of human existence we would have evolved already to not be rapists? Child rapists? In 2000 additional years? Seems to have actually become an expert in inflicting suffering instead of curing it and maybe inventing weird laws to create weird crimes. 4:43 am pt. People are very sophisticated. Many inventions. Yet we can’t have a pain free utopia for everyone. 4:44 am pt. Perhaps in our evolution we have de evolved. Unevolved. 4:44 am pt

10:58 am pt I don’t believe I deserve this punishment. You would relate if you were me. 11:01 am pt I was tricked! All my life living oblivious. 11:02 am pt

5:20 pmpt

6:10 pmpt if Scott knew like a psychic (Bcz he’s king David? Servo?) and he saw the cars on the side of the freeway in the near distance and he saw the body of avalos still alive, this would probably count as premeditated murder alike to premeditated rape of Shannon Ruth by Nick carter. If we are all addicted robots then I guess god incubus only defends those he told to do so verbally. Which is why I am losing my bones and then there will be others like myself, more sacrificial lamb/cow, to appease men and the economy. Incubus doesn’t mind child rape... Bcz he justified it. 6:16 pmpt 6:17 pmpt hot butt cheek right

6:18 pmpt acid head brain pain right left hips bone hot brain 6:19 pmpt Scott once took me to a road with a forest I think on the side of the road and it was very dark. I could barely see him but I saw a lot of stars. He is not afraid I guess. Incubus doesn’t mind torturing children with rape. 6:22 pmpt

6:23 pmpt I think he only had me born to be a slave. I am probably like a special bone bank to him. 6:24 pmpt

Clea 11:13 pmpt unfortunately, police are probably part of government Bcz they are supposed to enforce the law I guess? 11:14 pmpt if the police are part of s*x trafficking of minors then the government might be guilty of it, too. 11:15 pmpt I feel like this statement could get me killed. 11:16 pmpt

12:41 am pt it’s ion the Bible that the devil owns this world, the dragon. But I don’t know. Demon angels are clearly the devil but he did it anyway. Garrido. Already was a s*x offender. Men will excuse themselves all the time but they will come up with any reason to get rid of a woman. 12:43 am pt. It’s hard I guess when he says he’s god. Then he goes and gets the dragon tattoo on his leg. The left leg. Left hand = true. If he talks to you clearly directly saying he’s god, does that mean you are “true”? 12:47 am pt

I remember now that the bathroom smelled completely filled with marijuana only in the bathroom. I think there was an opening in the upstairs neighbor’s bathroom and it filtered into our bathroom. I think the neighbor was smoking it in their apartment. So some of the smells was probably coming from upstairs somehow. 12:49 am pt in year 2022. 12:50 am pt

1 am pt but he likes to mislead so maybe it’s not something I can believe in anymore. 1:01 am pt I don’t know what to believe anymore. He makes me feel like trash and then trashed me. 1:02 am pt. I feel that I have been treated as trash since I was a kid, probably started with my moms annoyance of me when I was a baby or a toddler or when I was 4 years old. But she told me a story once that makes me think it started when I was a baby. And when my mom came to the United States with me in her belly she said it was raining as if it was an omen of my fate. 1:04 am pt I feel that Scott played me dirty. And maybe he prejudged me. I don’t know why. Maybe it was a misunderstanding, Bcz we were operating on different beliefs. 1:06 am pt. I didn’t learn and I didn’t have the confidence to date the way Q believed in dating, which was probably the same as what Scott believed Bcz I think cumulatively we probably didn’t spend more than 3 months together = 2007 summer and summer of 2010 combined. He was already claiming “fell for an unethical whore” when he never told me he loved me. I really don’t remember that except the (cramps 😞😖😭) night in 2010 probably the last time we had dinner together before July 4th? Fuzzy memory. And he had sorta forced me into the back seat 💺 saying he wanted to make love 💗 and then July 4th happened and that was the last time I saw him I think 💭. Only that one time I remembered him using the word Love 💗 but not ever saying he fell in love 😻. Otherwise I think the word was absent most/99.99% of conversations. 1:12 am pt 1:13 am pt so I think 💭 he only dated me Bcz he had a secret mission/agenda to make himself look good and get rid of me. Probably to give himself a reason to go after teens. 1:14 am pt

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