#nothing against vegan food generally

[superbeans89]

They didn’t even try to make these sound appetising.

‘Shut up and eat your cubes’ :/

[oneforthemunny]

Can you do a series for nepo baby of how her pregnancies went. Like cravings, her attire, what emotions she went through, the birth(s), how Eddie handled it, something with Wayne and nepo baby’s parents involved. I really LOVE when pregnancy fics are in depth

so overall nepo baby had a pretty good pregnancy each time- obv she was pregnant six times lol. she's one of those people who say like they enjoyed being pregnant, and she meant that.

she was sick a little, but nothing horrendous, and tbh a lot of the reason she felt so well was she was pampered the entire time. prenatal massages weekly, she went to birthing classes, and did yoga and had a birth coach/ doula. she spared no expense, neither did her parents or eddie.

the worst was with vega bc it was unexpected and was considered a 'geriatric pregnancy' so she was a little more on edge. the symptoms hit her a little harder and she was on bed rest for a long while.

eddie was so enthralled watching her pregnancies, watching how she grew, feeling the babies grow and move, and just how every single pregnancy was different.

she had the biggest cravings with the twins, duh, and they were the weirdest. she craved halloween pumpkin reeses during her pregnancy, and eddie had to scour the earth for them- paying too much to get them, because the easter ones would not cut it!!! she doesn't eat a lot of processed food as a mom (she's one of those that is into organic and farm to table, not vegan or almond mom like extreme, just more so free from preservatives bc they're harmful) and tried her best during her pregnancy but she got the weirdest craving for cosmic brownies and cool ranch doritios... together, when she was pregnant with zarah. eddie's in heaven bc fuck yeah he loves those, but also... together???? doesn't dare question it bc her hormones still rage from time to time.

she's insatiably horny all through the pregnancy with persephone. more emotional and cries all the time with kensington (eddie swears thats why kensie is emotional). with the twins she's sick the majority of the time and swells a lot, but to eddie its a win because her boobs are huge. the third trimester is the worst with them and she's super tired but tries not to be bc she wants to be with her other babies, and eddie has to constantly tell her to slow down and take it easy. zarah she's got the weird cravings, but it's her best pregnancy. everything's easy and relaxed (just like zarah in general) and she's just glowing and happy and excited. then with vega her hormones are on level ten and she's all over the place, mood swings left and right, and eddie is thrown each time lol (we'd expect nothing less from the mini queen of chaos vega).

I hc on my last blog she'd do home births, just for more intimacy and privacy. I think the twins and vega would be in a private hospital, just because it's safer and they were more high risk. eddie was a wreck each time, just so nervous because he thinks it's "hippy california ways" to give birth at home and is against it, but she wants it so they compromise. he makes sure there's some medical person there to help, not just the doula because it makes him feel better.

I think she'd do the classic 90's all white maternity shoot. probably a naked one for eddie too bc he loves her like this, thinks she's sexy anytime but she'd also just like to document her body when she was pregnant with her babies.

farrah throws her a baby shower each time in malibu, and it's always with the theme of the babies birth flowers (they miscalculated with the twins since they came early-ish lol). eddie always gets the flowers pressed and preserved for her. it's very bright and pretty and classic... then there's corroded coffin in their black and leather lol. and she really wouldn't have it any other way because that's authentically eddie.

the nursery's are always very personal and classic, but baby nurseries. she wants bright colors and pretty things, child things that aren't tacky but aren't dull (no beige toy babies sorry).

eddie always has a rocking chair, but like one of those comfy ones, because he's very serious about skin to skin time. he likes to rock the babies to sleep in it, most of the time falling asleep with them on his chest.

I think for the first few months, they'd keep a bassinet in the room with them for the baby to sleep in bc it's easier and they're both a little scared.

the hospital outfit is always the same for every girl, a tiny white gown with pink frills that nepo baby actually wore coming home that her mother gave her. she at least gets a picture for her mom, and saves it.

I'm thinking of doing a full pregnancy fic (no smut or very minimal, it's not the center focus lol) of rockstar!eddie and nepo baby, but which pregnancy would you like to see???

[cyberpunk-20xx]

about masc!V's VA

cw for general spoilers and mentions of typical-canon violence

I always find it strange that people find masc!V's VA emotionless, or even annoying or plain bad. I'm not gonna say anything about fem!V's VA because I don't pay attention at all to it cus if I do it gives me dysphoria.

I don't, on the other end, find it that strange that most people I've seen with this opinion are in fact cis men.

To me masc!V's VA is actually super emotional, but not in the conventional likeable, heroic way. Jaded and reserved at the same time. I like the VA a lot for doing what I consider great work at presenting us a character who has lived from 2050 to 2077 in a deeply fucked up world where hope is so sparse. A world that we have no idea how fucked up is, even reading about the ttrpg because to me Cyberpunk Red is much less fucked up even if it is already a dystopia.

Just as a reminder, in CP77's NC society:

Amputation without actual health concern is highly encouraged all for the sake of pure performance. And nothing else. Your physical body is socially just disposable. The only way to keep up with the world that keeps eating itself is just to upgrade, and if you don't have the money for it? Fuck you, fuck your ideals, fuck your dreams.

You get suicide baited on the regular by the fucking street advertisements.

Violence against marginalised people is at an all-time all. Sex workers have it even worse than in the real world and that's saying something on how women and queer people are treated in general.

Acid rain is normal.

The majority of the animal population is extinct in the whole world. The cattle industry has collapsed and unless you're Kerry Eurodyne levels of rich, meat is either made of worms or insects and it's not even something hidden or taboo. In fact, it's shown explicitly in ads. Real vegetables and organic food in general is scarce as well. We might, irl 2023, start to be desensitized about it because we're on the brink of the ultraliberal hell that the game is portraying, but human's civilisation started with agriculture, and cattle culture was a big fucking part of that, regardless of one's ethics and morals about meat consumption (do not clown about veganism on this post, people are allowed to value animal life regardless of this video game blurb). In various quests, namely Panam's and River's, we can see firsthand how the collapse of that industry has rotten individuals and left the land in ruins.

Even a mondial star like Kerry or a fixer queen like Rogue are just, in the end, the bitches of the corps they sold out to, and unable to fight back. In fact, they've both given up entirely until V comes crashing into their life, with Johnny in tow. The fandom paints them as charismatic individuals but I really just think that's the rose-tinted glasses effect of us knowing what they used to be, when they tried, and them just being... Pretty conventionally attractive, quippy and sarcastic. But really even those two people who we are presented with as Succesful Individuals TM just... Man they just fucking suck, okay? They're miserable, they don't like themselves, they don't like who they are anymore, they don't have any speck of joy left in their lives, they're both estranged from their kids, alone, and just going on because death is scary. They're so human. They're at the top of the world and in the end they're still nothing in the face of it. Love them both so much but they're heartbreaking.

V always starts the game after having lost everything. Any other fucker in their place would have most likely finished just like a certain Heywood kid with spikey brunette hair. V is an exceptional individual for even having a chance at a second life.

V pretty much has brain cancer and is promised a painful, slow agonising death unless they basically kill themselves, and the less painful way to go is to gobble down medication but then that means giving the body up to Johnny. Johnny's first interaction with them is: violent physical assault and suicide baiting. It's hell. V is in hell. It could not be me if I were honest, I would not bother fighting it and I would not only alt+F4 from life, I would do as Johnny wishes at this point and erase us both at once.

V's so traumatized that when they lose Jackie, they're still able to function, but not enough to see a blatant trap coming. And when they have to carry Evelyn's corpse out of that tub, they don't have a breakdown, they just tank it. Which is not badass by the way, if you frame this as anything positive you need therapy yourself tbh boo you deserve better.

V's also a cold blooded murderer very easily if you want to take that path, and I'd even argue that the game makes it very hard for them to not be a killer honestly. Even the "non-lethal" optic mod doesn't work that well past a certain point. I've yet to try my hand at a pacifist run.

If you want V to be a good person, a hopeful person, someone who does not sound deeply suicidal and terribly fucked up, someone who's not used to death and treason as their daily lot, someone who's going to make you feel good about yourself when interacting with the world... I don't think you understood the game you were buying, nor that you were paying much attention while you were playing.

I'll be the first to admit have my own biases and gripes with the game's bleak looks on life, at its pretense at being "cyberpunk" when it truly only has the "cyber" part down, but at the same time I gotta give it to it, it's cohesive within its own universe and tone. V's canon, vanilla character makes perfect sense in the settings we are presented with. Masc!V's VA just does a good job of translating that.

But I guess that's not all of it, the difference between my interpretation and the one I made this post about makes sense because it is true that masc!V's VA does not act like the normal hero archetype at all, but like an anti-hero, except without the whole "charismatic leader" bullshit tone and bravado, unlike… Well, Johnny himself.

Masc!V's voice is not only not the voice of a good guy, it also fails to be the voice of a leader, of someone who's got it all figured out, of, well, the alpha male. It commits the crime of not being Good and not being Manly, at once! It even dares to be human and vulnerable at times! No wonder it gets haters lmao.

And the people I see bashing on masc!V's VA are always fucking kissing Johnny's ass for being who he is in the flashbacks, in the legends and at the beginning of the game. And that, to me, is pretty self-explanatory why I cannot relate with their opinion on masc!V's VA.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 103 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: putting up a new fence

I heard some people were surprised by the pig facts? I guess I'm being a redneck again? XD That's just stuff you learn when you grow up in the countryside.

"and their manure is great for composting." And omg, the smell of pigs is really quite something... I generally avoid going into the pig's barn at my grandparents in law's farm. Can't get that smell out of your clothes, your hair... A few years back someone in the area where I live fertilized their field with pig manure and it was dreadful... Luckily only happened once. Even the farmers around here were complaining.

"at around three or four hundred kilos" My fucking horse weighs 450 kilos. So that really, reaaaally big for a pig.

"Part of me did consider immediately trying to send it for slaughter" I wonder what would happen, if people were to eat meat from Monster Pig...?

"But as I got closer, I saw that they were scars. Shot scars, most of them, with some that looked like they might have been from spikes or axes." Nago/Okkoto?

"The first year they did it there was a lot of trash left behind we had had to clean up, but apparently someone bashed the right heads about it, since last year there was barely a cigarette stub left." Shit like this is actually a problem, there doesn't even have to be an event. Some people will just litter their trash, other people are just careless. And that trash then lands in the food for our animals.

"But instead, I felt it settle next to me, the meat of it sinking into the spaces left by my position. It was pressing up against me, and let out the most contented sound I have ever heard from a pig. The message could not have been clearer: ‘Friend’." Awww! But yeah, that farmer always fed Monster Pig. He never treated it badly. Of course Monster Pig thinks he's a friend. Until now he didn’t even do anything against it, so one could argue he’s complicit with the Fear?

"When you explained the situation, I hoped you’d have some special trick for dealing with it, but I suppose welding scrap metal around the pen and filling it with cement just about works" Our first problem being solved with concrete!

"Those pigs didn’t deserve what that thing did to them. Tearing them apart and eating them." Go vegan? Or, vegetarian would actually be enough for that. It’s something you should always be aware of when you eat meat. (Disclaimer: I'm a flexitarian. So I do still eat meat. Hell, my grandpa in law turned his pigs into delicious smoked meat...)

"Oh, and if you’re hungry, I’ve got some bacon in the freezer I’m going to cook up. ... What?" Lol. It sounded earlier like this was a transcribed statement. So Dylan Anderson did not write it down himself (because of that bit about "Oh, uh, when you’re writing this up, make it’s clear that we’re near the Marlborough Forest"). Still funny, that the transcriber would include the “What?”.

JON: "I currently have nothing to indicate where Gertrude might have travelled next, but I… I have a hunch Kurt Anderson might be able to help." He stops himself there. Was he going to say "I Know"? Still in denial about that?

KURT: “Yeah, but he didn’t say how. Told me some weird guy turned up afterwards, and she went off with him in a real hurry. So Gerry suddenly turned up with some horrible news. Can’t remember if we hear what it was exactly?

Interesting how Kurt Anderson doesn't notice he's been compelled until he gets the juicy stuff pulled out of him...

KURT: [Afraid] "What are you?!" I'm sure this hurt Jon. Now even others refer to him as... not human. He did absolutely chose to use compulsion here though. Why play investigations on hard mode if you can just cheat your way through it? And Jon later says he likes it. To be completely honest, I would use the hell out of that myself. Would probably save me a lot of nerves and time.

Jon finally puzzled together that the tunnels are a blind spot!

DAISY: "Right. So, if he’s not paying attention, and I kill you down here…" Oh man, I HATED Daisy back then.

Jon meeting up with murder cop, upon his wish alone and not because Elias told Daisy to escort Jon, heavily suspecting Elias can't watch (and therefore protect) him just so he can organize a bit of safety for the others <3

JON: "No. No. I was, I was… I was thinking. This… Section 31 unit that, that you’re a part of –" DAISY: [Insistent] "Not a unit! Just paperwork." JON: "Right but, but… what do they think about Elias?" DAISY: "Best avoided. Pretty harmless. Um, crimes involving the Institute get people sectioned, but he’s not an active threat." JON: "If we had evidence that he was an active threat, that he was killing people, he, he was the one threatening to make all of your stuff public, do you think they’d move against him?" DAISY: "… Maybe." Martin's stunt in MAG 118 is a JonMartin collaboration!

DAISY: "You sure you want to talk with that thing running?" JON: "Oh. Um, I-I… I didn’t … didn’t realise I’d turned it on." Was there ever an instance, where Jon unknowingly turned on the tape recorder himself? I think it was always the tape recorders acting on their own. Maybe Jon doubts his own mind, questioning himself if he's the one doing this? (I mean, we know that as least most of the time it's not him, it has happened plenty of time where the recorder was out of reach or Jon wasn't even there at all.) Also, since the tape recorders do work in the tunnels, it is kind of implied that the tapes are not the Eye.

@a-mag-a-day

[francis-writes]

Living with Gorr on Earth HCs

(AU where he lives because no one can stop me) i found this today in my note app. i actually wrote it some time ago and then completely forgot about it

I actually don't see him as a big city kind of person. He would prefer to live with his s/o and his daughter in the countryside, in a house with a garden. (Am I into cottagecore? Yes. But I am not projecting it into him, Gorr loves this lifestyle too, I can sense it with my cottagewhore-radar). You grow many vegetable, grain and fruit species from different planets (at the beginning you were unsure if this experiment would work but surprisingly most of the crops grew well on the Earth) so your farm is mostly self-sufficient, at least when it comes to food.

Another headcanon, not connected with relationship, but I am convinced that Gorr is a vegan or at least a vegetarian. He may slashed gods, but he would never hurt an innocent animal.

You came to terms with Thor and the rest of the group and you live in - almost - friendly relationship. But you rather don't have contact with gods and don't deal with them anymore. Gorr gave up on his plans of revenge; you had possibility of helping Avengers and fighting for good but without longer hesitation, you decided to leave this "warrior lifestyle" (but nobody knows whether forever or is it just a holiday) and enjoy living in peace for some time.

Gorr isn't from Earth so it may take him some time to get used to on this planet (it wasn't specified in the movie how looked planet he came from so I will just assume it was technologically advanced at the level of Asgard, just much-much-much poorer).

He appreciates some of the inventions that make life easier (washing machine, cars, tap water), he especially loves the fact that medicine is so well-advanced but most things are either overwhelming or annoying for him.

Despite the fact that he isn't interested in popculture himself, Gorr likes to watch your favourite movies or read your beloved books (it's even better if you read it to him).

Gorr is a very good and careful listener, he authentically pays attention to what you're talking to him and he tries to remember details about you. In general, he likes to talk with you, you spend a lot of time on conversation since the day you met. If you hate small talk (just like me😅), you finally found great company. Gorr doesn't understand aimless blabber neither and he likes to tell you about his life (you appreciate the fact that he trust you enough to share with you stories about his family and home; these are very cherished but at the same time painful memories for him), his home planet, but also about faith, ethics and the point of life.

One of the things he really enjoys on Earth, is a great diversity of music. He loves listening to different genres and discovering new artists. If you have nothing against it, he often takes your hand and dance with you in the kitchen or in the garden.

Despite trying to live in peace, Gorr would quickly engage in some form of activism. He's very sensitive to any signs of injustice and he's not gonna just sit back and do nothing when so many bad thing happens. He will do whatever he can… and honestly, you love him for that.

[aikoiya]

Questions About Veganism

I got some questions for vegans & vegetarians in-general.

I've always believed that humans are just as much a part of the ecosystem as any other animal. That everything has a place, so that must mean that we have one too.

However, biology dictates that that place is as an omnivorous predator. So, wouldn't not playing that part cause more damage than playing it? Like, for instance, when they killed all the wolves in Yellowstone & that lead to deer or moose overpopulation, which caused them to overeat & all kinds of environmental problems such as landslides as a result of there not being enough plantlife to feed all the herbivores. So, obviously, meat eaters are important to the environment, right? They keep herbivores from overeating.

Also, theoretically, you should eat a well-balanced diet that's suited to your biological needs. Example, modern pandas evolved from vicious carnivorous bears that primarily ate meat, but something happened in their environment where their primary food source was depleted & in order to survive, they began to feed on bamboo, eventually resulting in the fat, lazy puffs of fur that have a difficult time reproducing that we know now. However, the thing is that pandas' guts are ill-equipped for digesting plant matter & it isn't like they stopped eating meat altogether. I've read that they'll sometimes snatch up small animals & eat them if they can, so it certainly isn't some moral choice.

Thing is, if that's the case & we are also just animals ourselves, then why is it that it's perfectly fine for other animals to eat other animals, but it isn't okay for humans, as animals, to eat animals? Not to mention the fact that quite a few animals eat their own kind. Even infants of their own kind. Hell, herbivores can be shitheads.

Did you know that some sheep will trample orphaned lambs to death when a farmer tries to get them to adopt?

And did you know that unless a herbivore is obligate, they're still likely to eat meat, sometimes not even when necessary? Herbivores are only as vegetarian as their options.

Animals are no better than us.

Now, I'm not saying this against the lifestyle choices that people have made, I just don't completely understand it & that makes me curious is all.

Also, why against eating dairy & eggs? Like, so long as the farm is cruelty-free & free range & no, like, chemicals or anything & they only sell unfertilized eggs, dairy & eggs don't really seem to hurt the animals as far as I can see.

And what about sheep? Shearing isn't painful & if their wool is left to grow, they could die of heat stroke in the summer & they could even get mold or wool maggots.

And not to mention, there's no possible way to stop producing dairy & eggs without it resulting in the extinction of cows. And once they do die off, what would ya'll suggest be done about the meat?

And now that I think about it, shouldn't there be a way to induce lactation in cows without getting them pregnant? I mean, we've figured out how to do it in women, so logically there should be a way to do it in cows. That way, no more excessive breeding or the slaughter of infantile bovine & we still get to keep real dairy.

For that matter, what about severely invasive species such as lionfish? Those little shitheads are destroying ocean habitats! Do we just let them keep killing sea life until the ocean is nothing more than an aquatic desert??

Then whose got the moral high-ground? Those who did their best to prevent it by killing as many lionfish as possible & then eating them? Or the vegans who did everything in their power to stop them, thus allowing the destruction of entire habitats just so they could say that they saved a few even if it resulted in the permanent collapse of entire ecosystems & the deaths of thousands, possibly millions more?

As for wanting to cause just a little less pain... The sad truth of the matter is that not eating animals actually doesn't prevent pain. In some situations, an animal that might've been killed quickly with as little pain as possible, might instead be ripped apart by other animals.

Did you know that many animals will just start eating their prey before their even dead?

If there's one thing you can say about humans, most of us prefer our food entirely dead before we eat them & we, just as a species, tend to try to make death as quick & painless of a transition as possible.

For that matter, what's the consensus on roadkill vegans & fallen fruitarians? Roadkill vegans are basically vegans that eat meat provided they died by means other than being killed by humans. And fallen fruitarians are those who only eat fruit that's fallen off the vine on its own. So, no soy, no roots, none of that.

I also recall a French story about a wolf named Bobtail, I believe, & how Paris was seiged by wolves, but I can't remember the full story atm.

Something else of interest is that the big thing is not wanting to cause harm.

But, like, how long until there comes a type of vegan that won't even eat vegetables because they too were once alive? I know that that's kind of catastrophizing, but it makes me wonder. It just seems like a slippery slope.

I mean, we already seem to be heading in that direction as I've recently heard rumors that plants can communicate & react to pain.

Ya'll heard of fallen fruititarians? Fallen fruititarians (not the official name) are those who only eat fruit that's already fallen off the vine on its own.

So... what then?

What if it's true? What if plants can feel plain, even if it isn't the same sort of pain that we do? Injury is still injury. And the plants still react to said injuries. And if it turns out that they can communicate?

Well, how long until things slip further?

At what point does it come down to survival?

No hate, just curious & honestly very incredulous.

Random Stuff Masterlist

[jewishbarbies]

'like it’s literally infuriating the way people have latched onto that as almost the new veganism'

That specific Youtuber is also Vegan and says that "She doesn't understand how anyone could not be vegan?" Unless you have a food sensitivity disorder, but she still thinks people should at least be vegetarian.

That's not even the most of what she's said, including some things about trans people that was exclusionary of nb people, and some other stuff I can't name off the top of my head.

Honestly, I've been holding off blocking her for a while because I liked her commentary, but at this point it's just gotten too obnoxious for me to ignore.

Also, the Youtuber is: 'The Queer Kiwi' if you want to block her.

being able to follow dietary restrictions, especially self imposed ones, is a privilege in the sense that most people either can’t afford and/or don’t have access to the things they need where they live. it’s so hard for some people to even go to a store, either due to sensory issues and/or disabilities. I don’t eat pork and shellfish, and it’s really hard sometimes to afford kosher food or find it at the stores in my area. if you have enough compassion for animals that you refuse to eat them in any capacity, you have enough compassion to give human beings grace when they can’t adhere to the same diet. or, even respecting bodily autonomy and a persons right to choose what they eat. I have nothing against vegans or veganism in general but the entitled attitude and lack of care for human beings that often seems to come with it drives me fucking insane.

[mudskip-muses]

okay its on their verses pages but heres the fallout verse info for gundham and kaz uwu

Gundham: When the threat of nuclear war became inevitable, Hope’s Peak began placing their ultimates in vaults around the world with the hopes that their superior talents would help restore the world to its former glory in the furture. Those that did not agree were forced into their cryo pods, with Gundham being one of those that was unwilling unless his mother was saved as well. This was denied as they only had enough space and funding for the ultimates, and Gundham was put in his pod against his will after being knocked out with chloroform after his refusal. His Devas, which had been with him when he was rendered unconscious, snuck their way into his cryo pod before it was frozen and woke up along with him in the post-apocalyptic future. 

Wishing more for despair than reform, Junko sabotaged the Hope’s Peak vaults with the hopes that every class but her own would stay frozen indefinitely. With some vaults this was effective, with others the inhabitants simply awoke later or earlier than planned. Class 77-B was placed in vault 77 respectively, their own pods waking up staggered, with most of them being gone by the time Gundham awoke. Setting out to learn of this new world, he hopes to eventually find what exactly happened to his mother, if she perished like most, or if she somehow became a ghoul after the bombs dropped.

Misc Fallout notes:

Gundham can be written in any Fallout verse by simply changing the location in which his vault was placed by the school

He’s still rather ignorant to the wastelands, but seems to be adapting well with the overwhelming desire to survive. He still holds bitterness for what Hope’s Peak did however, and should he find any survivors of the vault program that were responsible for placing students in the pods, he may not react too kindly…

In this verse he is no longer a vegan, finding survival to be more important when food is so scarce, but he will still choose fruits and vegetables over meat whenever possible

He will either be written in a solo verse where he alone set out from the vault to search for information on his mother and this new world he now lives in, or he will be in a connected verse with my Kaz and his fallout verse.

In the joint verse, he and Kazuichi leave the vault together with their options limited and friends scarce. They hope to find information about their old classmates and Gundham’s mother, as well as help the inhabitants of the wasteland whenever they can. 

In this verse, Kazuichi fixes up an old bus they found to run on solar power, it being slow, but mobile. The interior has been modified as a living space, as well as a work area for Kaz, and a specialized kennel-like room at the back for any animals Gundham rescues.

Gundham nurtures the animals back to as good as health as he can despite the radiation, as well as studies what they once were and how they changed since his time. He then either releases them when he’s through with his work, or sells them for caps if it comes to brahmin, dogs, cats, etc. He also does health checks on animals in settlements and teaches their owners how to better care for them. 

In this verse, Kazuichi also builds Gundham a robot dog that he can bring into fights without the fear of it dying. It’s modeled after a generic mutt, and most of the time stays on the bus to protect it while he and Kaz are away. Despite being nothing but programed commands with a basic voice modulator collected from wasteland mutts, Gundham has taken to calling it Daisy his “hellhound”

His outfit consists of a vault 77 suit, his old coat, scarf, and other accessories such as his piercings and boots, all of which were put in vault storage after he was frozen, along with all his other classmate’s belongings. He doesn’t have his “scar” or makeup however, since that sort of thing isn't readily available in the wasteland, nor does he believe it important anymore. His hair is also styled without the curl, it simply falling in a messy shag that he tries to trim regularly

His way of speaking is also different, his old archaic way of speech mostly abandoned as he adjusts to this new world, Gundham not seeing much of a point in it anymore. He feels it’s important he learn to live in this new world, and that comes with the need of others understanding him instead of being deflected by his old way of pushing people away

His main weapon consists of a animal tranquillizer gun modified by Kaz, no matter if it’s his solo or joint verse as it’s obtained from vault storage, made to fire at deadly speeds, which can also be adjusted to a safer speed when he needs to just capture or knock something/someone out. The ammo is specialized reloadable tranquilizer darts that can be filled with poison, med-x, simple knockout fluid, and pretty much any liquid in a pinch. He wears the pre-filled, labeled vials hooked about his belt, and they only become “active” when loaded into the gun, where the needle is set upon closing the chamber. Extra fluid and vials are kept in his coat and travel pack

His melee weapon is a walking cane, something he uses to help traverse the world as well as to fight. He also keeps a switchblade in his boot as a backup, as well as a simple pipe pistol on his belt, also built by Kazuichi, that has been weighted and altered to Gundham’s preference for ease of use if he runs out of tranq darts or the situation calls for it

Kazuichi: When the threat of nuclear war became inevitable, Hope’s Peak began placing their ultimates in vaults around the world with the hopes that their superior talents would help restore the world to its former glory in the future. Those that did not agree were forced into their cryo pods, with Kazuichi being one of the ones that went willingly. He only really had his dad after all, as well as his classmates, and he’d much rather survive with the latter than die with the former.

Wishing more for despair than reform, Junko sabotaged the Hope’s Peak vaults with the hopes that every class but her own would stay frozen indefinitely. With some vaults this was effective, with others the inhabitants simply awoke later or earlier than planned. Class 77-B was placed in vault 77 respectively, their own pods waking up staggered, with most of them being gone by the time Kazuichui awoke. He was very reluctant to leave the vault, but with very little supplies and even fewer options, he set out for the nearest settlement in hopes of learning how to survive in this new world.

Misc Fallout Facts:

Kazuichi can be written in any Fallout verse by simply changing the location in which his vault was placed by the school

He is not adjusting very well at all, often paranoid by distant noises as well as haunted by the sights of monsters and disfigured animals as well as people. He’s still kind to the ghouls, but he often lives in fear with the thought that his father became one. What had once been the hopes of escape leading to a new future changed to a paranoia induced nightmare where he could show up at any time. 

Kazuichi often has nightmares and will only sleep in settlements unless he has a traveling companion. He trusts people even less than he used to with the state of things, however, and it may be hard to win him over

Whenever he’s in a settlement, he offers his mechanical expertise to its inhabitants for caps, and will occasionally find a robot to fix up and sell. Most robots however, he keeps for his own protection until they become too damaged to use, or someone offers him too many caps to refuse

Thanks to his love of nuka-cola, he manages to always have at least a handful of caps on him at all times, which is a nice change from his old life where money for food was never a sure thing

He will either be written in a solo verse where he alone sets out from the vault with the reluctant goal of learning to survive, or he will be in a connected verse with my Gundham and his fallout verse.

In the joint verse, he and Gundham leave the vault together with their options limited and friends scarce. They hope to find information about their old classmates and Gundham’s mother, as well as help the inhabitants of the wasteland whenever they can. 

In this verse, Kazuichi fixes up an old bus they found to run on solar power, it being slow, but mobile. The interior has been modified as a living space, as well as a work area for Kaz, and a specialized kennel-like room at the back for any animals Gundham rescues. 

In this verse, Kazuichi also builds Gundham a robot dog that he can bring into fights without the fear of it dying. It’s modeled after a generic mutt, and most of the time stays on the bus to protect it while he and Gundham are away. Despite being nothing but programed commands with a basic voice modulator collected from wasteland mutts, Kazuichi has noticed Gundham’s tendency to refer to it as Daisy his “hellhound” and will often do the same

His outfit consists of his old blue mechanic’s jumpsuit getup with a 77 plastered on the back overtop his symbol

Because hair dye isn’t readily available in the wasteland, Kaz’s hair starts to show his black roots over time, it only ever being redone every once in a blue moon when he can find the means to bleach it and alternative ways to color it, but it’s never as vibrant as it was before the vault. 

Makeup is something he tries to find regularly to feel normal again, and should he have eyeliner he will wear it

Contacts are also something he can’t obtain, Kazuichi now forced to wear his black square glasses that he found with his things in the vault's storage. They’ve been taped, glued, and melted back together multiple times and he’s always looking for someone to replace them

His main weapon is a junkjet he found in the vault's storage, it being modified by him to shoot with even more deadly force than it’s typical wasteland counterpart

His melee weapon is a 30 inch wrench he found in the vault that he keeps strapped to his belt

He also carries around a multitool and his old toolbox that was kept in the vault’s storage, which he uses to store various things alongside his travel pack

His backup gun is a pipe pistol modified for his specific use, though he only uses it when absolutely necessary

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Two trailblazing trans women have been elected to the National Congress of Brazil

On Sunday, Duda Salabert left her home in Belo Horizonte – the capital of the Brazilian state of Minas Gerais – and went to vote wearing a bulletproof vest. A few hours later, she was elected as the congresswoman for her district by a landslide.

In São Paulo, Erika Hilton experienced something similar. Together, they are the first trans women in Brazilian history to be elected as federal deputies. They will face a hostile environment: after the general elections last weekend, the National Congress is more socially conservative than ever.

While Salabert and Hilton are pioneers at the federal level, they are not new to politics. After spending much of their lives as activists, they have been popular city councilors for the past two years. In addition to having been a municipal politician, Salabert was also a Portuguese teacher at one of the best schools in Belo Horizonte. She was dismissed from her job last year, she claims, because of parental pressure and constant verbal threats. Despite this, however, her career in politics has gone beyond the fight against transphobia.

Salabert – who uses her social media platforms to talk about politics and share vegan food recipes – has put the environment at the front-and-center of her platform. When she was elected councilor, she promised to plant 37,000 trees – one for each vote received. In the recent federal elections, she boasted of running the first “carbon-free” campaign in history, without using pamphlets, flags or stickers. Her proposals include reducing the use of pesticides and diversifying the economy away from natural resource extraction.

The death threats that Salabert and Hilton consistently receive, though, have nothing to do with their policies. They are attacked online and in-person almost exclusively because they are trans women. Hilton, who is Afro-Brazilian, has also faced racial discrimination, in addition to transphobia.

Continue reading.

[anoms-world]

11 ppl dont change dont let them lie at you evyone have a comfort zone to back to no matter how harmfull it can be sometimes and of course dependent on the inviroment if its against you or with you wondering who whispering in the shadow now yea everone deserve to live to die peacefully 12 pleaser be like creepy talkinginf personal about themself yet objictvly toward you being slow low defensive teaser are crazy lol they think you talk personal toward them yet objetively toward your self lol they think you are attacking as they do oh and they wish for spices often their wish become true tho you didnt hope for that at all real toxic and you were weak motivated by their blind whispers weird and funny they will deny that do they can not see their shadow? 13 the sad truth is you have to fight and being silence is your fight against life theifs 14 its hard to believe that i rather take damage to just talk my way to not feel alone its seems the only way i know so well with teasers (well at least they serious now staring at the mirror and im sorf of liying at myself throgh that for any kind of comfort for my spirit) i just hate words judgment long personal talk and gosib generally words used for aggrisive personal intuetion

15no i really dont want to forget tho things looks nice now as if was deceved oh and repeat all the pain no thx 16dont joke about food they real seroius about eneregy sources even if you dont need much of it for mind function 17sharing is caring yea espicially when sharing pain no wonder most of us gone unconst all the time 18as much the heart is wide it become empty way too soon i dont think its a good thing its fine if its work for you no judgement

19im inautopilut mode for long time now bc the grip 20for some reason i still remember the wober of street cat who 21we almost best friend wen no one around it make me fierce

22laugh it off if u want im trumalized by nice i knew there was something behind that i feel depressed u cant fool me dont worry im keeping everyone secrites include mine 23 im leaving ihave nothing else i just think being slave for back forth commincain or objective mind stimulation even f fake and natural or emergency needs which requied money depend on your best self often its not even there

-it seem everyone need an enemy geneticly include me as a result -remeber every creature yea even the small one in this world wiill eat you alive when you weak or desprate or sleeap for chance or change -it make me sad to realize no one really care orignaly and they would leave you at the road if they had to -it seem a bit off for me to act as if you were sinsitve by my ballshit when the fact maybe you are the first who can or would approve and handle in ways no one would imagine -never rely on hope it will tear you apart you either would be the one who tear them self apart in defense ooor tearing someone else aparat in attack in another i rathar to attack my self to stay distand frome massive ways keep hating you hate to have to avoid dting brokrn mentallt over and over again while you attack yourself rathar attack others to stay close the exact oposote lmao a real sad story agony? irony?no nono its a thing and its real -the thing is between being hunted like animal by ur closest one orthe factu triedto pleaseall theseyearstrying to pleasethem whileu lost ur real self true identityalongtheway plus not even giving a fuck about ur falling confusedtears

going vegan… i will stop writing for now (until my device reach out then i would draw i have some repeated things) …something off about being nonvegan like evil smart vibes which unhuman to me …. its just meh .. do:coffee hawthorn chimal ginsinsing fennel pumpkin seed black eyed peas lentins oats sardine peanutbutter apricot carrots pineapple lemon lime grapefruit flax seed/oil black seed oil grapefruit grapeleaves garlic onion cherries green tea red wine green bean ginger barly malt soy okra spinach blue/black berry

dont:cashew potato tomato mango coconut meatmilk orange chixkpeas butter beef liver selt water corn oil white vinger frucose cheesecream/chedder pepper alltypes

before i go i have theory about the shadow ppl i think they are just ppl suck out the life from ur child hood which created the personality u have today or whatever left of you in some rare lifes if you want to say its also the reason why u have love and hate relationship with them as u become older unless overloaded to even comberhence/care or or no love and hate thing which would be great which imposiple and too late the boundry are too crosed its why you have comfy looped confusion of your own and shadow reminder in return which had to hold on personal believe for mental peace chance unless already forget or already distracted

i wonder if its just the old spirit memories and they arent even mine for guideness and to recognise for the connection within tho we arent similar or even close at all it must be deferent for connection yet its almost like simon relationship oh i forget it faster than me it can be slower than you who knows?! its by how you build ive never knew someone who was able to change their basic building entirly only the ilusinal one who like to lie in positive twisted confinsing way yea too many types most of them weirded by you XD its awesome!! not really, them confidant XD yea!

maybe maybe its your first memory first stroke and trauma XD love/hate? then comfy?

some twitch ppl have some real good vibes XD hint for what going on sure you can feel it tho its not real for me sometimes yet enough to fill time before something else do so im hopping from channel to another

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did i mentioned i had the worst brain fog this week >.>

its why i find late activeties helpfull to some extended level

[hedgewitchgarden]

Recently, a student in one of my classes had a question about offerings. The student is vegan and they were concerned they might be asked to make offerings of meat, or even perform an animal sacrifice. I’ve heard this question before – like this time, most of them are hypothetical. Gods rarely ask us to offer something that would go against our ethics.

If we lived in a Pagan society where offerings were a regular part of our culture, we’d grow up seeing how this is done on a regular basis. We don’t, so Pagans and polytheists have to learn from what we know about our ancestors, and from each other.

In 2016 I wrote Why We Make Offerings, a post that lists the reasons why offerings are good and necessary. That post stands on its own. In this post, I want to discuss what we offer, and why.

Food and drink

Most offerings to the Gods, to our ancestors, and to other spirits are offerings of food and drink. We make these offerings in part because that’s what our Pagan ancestors did. If it worked for them, it will probably work for us. Or at least, that’s a good place to start.

Offering food and drink is an act of hospitality. If you invited your favorite entertainer or political leader to your house, you would greet them, offer them a comfortable seat, and then offer them something to drink and/or to eat. You would practice good hospitality. This was especially important in ancient times, when traveling was slow and dangerous and accommodations were often difficult to find. Some Gods – notably Zeus and Odin – were known to disguise Themselves as lowly travelers to test the hospitality of Their followers. Those who were generous were rewarded. Those who were not… were not.

Beyond hospitality, the act of sharing food and drink brings people together. It’s why family meals are important, and why church potlucks are a common practice in churches across the religious spectrum. When we share food and drink with our Gods, we proclaim that we are family – we belong to Them.

Offer what’s good

OK, but what kind of food and drink? Traditionally, people have offered what they had, especially what they had that was of value. In our time, libations of beer, wine, and spirits are common. While few things are truly rare in the contemporary West, these are less common than most other drinks. And there is historical precedent for offering them, at least in certain cultures – that the Egyptians offered beer to their Gods is literally carved in stone.

Some deities are known to prefer certain drinks. The Morrigan is known for liking red wine (it’s not hard to guess why) but in my experience, also good whiskey. Cernunnos almost always says “I’ll have what you’re having” – if it’s good enough for me, it’s good enough for Him. I have been asked to make special, specific offerings – so far I’ve always been able to do so when asked. But these are one-time things, not on-going demands.

Except…

The Neoplatonists say the Gods need nothing. Whether that’s true or not, it’s pretty obvious that beings who are the mightiest of spirits have no tangible need for token amounts of food and drink. A few years ago I started thinking about this, and decided to try to find something more useful to offer. I was told in no uncertain terms that my weekly libations were to continue as is. The Gods may not need offerings of food and drink, but clearly They want them.

And that’s reason enough to give them.

When you’re asked for something you can’t give

Sometimes, though, we’re asked for something we don’t feel right about giving. Or if we’re not explicitly asked, we feel pressured to do it because that’s what other people are doing.

The first question is whether this is something you can’t give without violating your ethics, or just something you don’t want to give up.

Danu asks very little of me, but in 2014 She asked me to sacrifice something I didn’t really want to give. There were no ethical considerations involved – I just wanted to hang on to it. She insisted. I relented and gave it to Her. Nine years later, I’m still convinced I did the right thing.

On the other hand, if you’re an alcoholic and need to stay away from alcohol, offering wine is a problem. If you’re a vegan, offering meat is a problem.

If you’re asked to offer something that you can’t give, simply say “I can’t do that, will you accept this instead?” In most cases, the answer is yes. If the answer is no, ask what else you can give.

What’s more important, obedience or staying true to your virtues? It is rare that our Gods “test” people with dilemmas like this (though I know it happens on occasion). On the very few occasions I’ve been asked to do something I didn’t think I could honestly do, I said no. As with the special offering to Danu, years later I’m still convinced I did the right thing.

A word on animal sacrifice

I’ve never made an animal sacrifice. I’ve never been asked to make an animal sacrifice. I doubt I ever will. It’s not part of my religion. But I have friends for whom it is an important part of their religion.

I explored this topic in 2014 in a post titled Sacrifice and the Fear of Real Gods. If you’re interested in the practice, go read it.

Our ancestors made animal sacrifices in part because that’s what they had to offer. And also because in the time before refrigeration, eating a whole cow before it spoiled was a challenge even for large families. Sacrifices were essentially a community barbeque with ritual. Offering some to the Gods reinforced the idea that They were part of the wider community.

The people I know who perform animal sacrifices raise their own animals. They’re treated with respect – they have far better lives and far cleaner deaths than the animals who are slaughtered to make your hamburgers and fried chicken. If you feel called to do this, learn to do it right or don’t do it at all.

More modern offerings

Your labor can be an offering, if you ritualize it. Money can be an offering, if it’s intentional and if it represents a true sacrifice and not an attempt to buy favor. Really, anything can be an offering if it’s given in reverence, and in the spirit of hospitality and reciprocity.

The longer I practice and the more I make offerings of food and drink, the more I’m convinced that the ritual involved is what’s really important – at least for us.

What to do with offerings

I discussed this as part of this 2020 post titled Approaching the Gods with Offerings and Service. To summarize, sometimes you leave them on the ground. Sometimes you burn or bury them. Sometimes you consume them yourself – what the Egyptians called “reversion of offerings.”

Just make sure you don’t leave food that will be harmful to animals likely to eat it. I find it disrespectful to put offerings in the trash or pour them down the drain. That presents a hardship for some who live in urban environments, and some people I respect see no problem with it. If in doubt, ask first.

Give what you have

I’m always happy when people ask what they should offer. It shows they’re taking it seriously.

Our Gods are not capricious and They are not cruel. They can be demanding, but in my experience – both firsthand and secondhand – They rarely ask us for offerings we cannot give. If you have nothing else, clean water is almost always an acceptable offering, especially if you’re pouring it on the ground in a libation. This is what I do most times when I’m traveling, though sometimes I’ve found a bottle of wine or whiskey and offered it.

Offerings are one of the core spiritual practices for me, and for many Pagans and polytheists. They help me maintain relationships with my Gods, my ancestors, and other persons in my life.

Offer food and drink.

Offer what you have.

Make offerings to the Gods.

[glitter-ribbons]

Hello there!

...right, so my name is Subaru, last name isn't important, will never be important, so no need to ask for it, yes, this is my actual name, no, I was not named after a car, yes, I was named after the Pleiades cluster, anyway, moving forward!

Pronouns are She/They. I am a minor, don't ask beyond that for specification.

As of right now, I'm pretty new to the Sinnoh Region, just trying my hand at this whole journey thing, you know? I hope I'm not much of a bother or anything...

The blog name was randomly generated, I guess, but hey, I like glitter, and ribbons, so why the heck not?

I guess, I can share stories about my pokemon and stuff about my journey through Sinnoh...

I hope we get along?

Anyway, uh, some facts?

All Pokèmon are adorable, screw what anyone else has to say, it's all in the eye of the beholder.

Er, my favorite food is cake, I enjoy comedies and romances, often mashed together, and historical fiction. Maybe. Kinda.

I will fight you over snowcone flavors, don't test the limits of my pettiness, you will be both disappointed in me, yourself, and ultimately rue the day you crossed me.

I like astrology, I suppose, the stars are comforting, and if you know your stuff, they can lead you to civilization at night.

I try to be as safe in my practices of meat consumption as possible, I'm not a vegan, but I will track down humane slaughtering practices if it kills me.

Share recipes, tell me inane things, or about your experiences with your friends and Pokèmon teammates. I'm all ears.

I'm still figuring this whole gender thing out, testing the waters you could say, I'll probably get a handle on it before I'm dead at any rate...

And... uh, that's all there is to it!

My only Pokèmon as of speaking is Noctis the Chimchar!

I think, maybe, hopefully.

I'll probably add to this point at some point in the future, so, uh, keep a look out for that, and I hope you all have a splendid day, yeah?

Thanks for stopping by while you had the time.

Oh, and before I forget!

Here are the basic rules of this blog.

1. Nothing too personal, please, I'd rather not die trying to answer a question about my most traumatic moment with a Spinark or something.

2. As a minor, I'd like you respect my boundaries and such, please, I know it's a bit stupid to ask, but you never know who would use that as a go ahead...

3. Please don't badger me about my own interpersonal relationships outside of this blog. If anyone starts 'shipping' me with anyone, I will riot.

4. I don't wish to partake in discourse between other blogs, I can offer advice, maybe, but I refuse to get involved in an internet fistfight I had no part in starting.

5. Treat me like a human being, pretty please, if you cross my boundaries, I'll be more then willing to inform you, but don't do it twice.

DNI: Aqua/Magma Supporters, People actively against any LGBTQA+ movement, Plasma Supporters, Whatever the hell is left of Galatic, and most importantly, anyone who, just, genuinely, wants to start shit just for the sake of it.

...and that's about it, until my next post I guess.

See ya!

OOC: Names Magi, I'm twenty, first time doing this sort of thing, so give me a good minute to figure it all out.

I'll likely get a tag list figured out at some point, hopefully. Maybe.

Wish me luck!

And be respectful, please. Subaru the character is fifteen.

[acti-veg]

(public) So my household has been mostly plant based for around 10 years due to me being vegan, and my grandma was fine with this. she'd bring in animal products sometimes mostly in the form of bakery food. But for the past few months shes been rapidly losing weight, so i encouraged her to eat more dairy and chicken among other things, to gain back that wait fast. She has a small stomach and feels full fast.

in this scenario which might apply to others, could someone do this plant based? Again, a piece of toast with half a banana can make her full and she needs to gain weight fast.

There are plenty of high calorie, high fat options for vegans, and you can supplement regular foods with weight gain shakes and the like. You can of course go the fried foods option and plenty of those are vegan, they'll still be healthier than dairy would be. But the benefits of plant-based weight gain options are that they tend to be better for general health than the options you've listed here.

Some options might include:

Nuts and nut butters

Avocado

Granola/oatmeal with high calorie toppings

Quinoa

Whole grain breads - seeded even better

Tahini/hummus

Anything with lots of oil - olive/coconut oil in particular

Sweet potatoes

Smoothies with added protein powder (options like Huel are vegan)

Tofu/tempeh - any soy really

Vegan cheeses, particularly those made from coconut oil, if she can tolerate the taste compared to the dairy she is used to

Soy yoghurt

Dates/dried plums

Flax/pumkin/chia seeds

A lot of these are just things you can add to existing meals to pump up the fat and calories, they won't be as high as dairy is, but those are saturated/trans fats that you just do not want in general, though the same is true of olive/coconut oil as well, though to a smaller extent.

I think it's about weighing overall health against just focusing purely on upping calories, which you can easily do with dairy, but there is the health trade off to consider there. Chicken is a healthier option for sure, but really offers nothing you can't get from plant-based options in similar quantities, and many of those options will be more nutrient dense than chicken if she is not able to eat much.

[brendamariesmith]

My Heart-Warming Thanksgiving Story of the Flubbed-Up Pie

I want to tell you about the flubbed-up Thanksgiving pie I made. First you should know that “flubbed-up” is a substitute for my grandchildren’s sake of another term that means messed-up and also starts with an F.

My son, JD, is a stalwart eco-warrior who’s a mechanic providing biodegradable motor oil and other green automotive stuff to his customers. He keeps the family cars running for only the price of parts. He is sweet and generous and I love him like the dickens, whatever exactly that means.

JD is a vegan, and not just your ordinary vegan, but a vegan who will spend his last dime to eat only organic food that has not been contaminated by pesticides, herbicides, or even by suicides or fratricides committed by a person in the extended family or ancestry of anyone who ever touched or thought about touching his food. If this food sat across from, and at the opposite end of, a long aisle from a side of beef in the grocery store, JD will not eat it. If I’m in a bad mood, as I sometimes am, trying to cook for JD is enough to make me want to commit some kind of “-cide” against this son I love so much.

We have Thanksgiving every year in November, right? And JD has been into his organic, anti-GMO, locally-grown vegan thing for a number of recent years. One would think by now I’d have figured out that I need to plan Thanksgiving with JD in July, maybe March. But, true to form, this particular year, I waited until a couple of weeks before JD’s big turkey-less, Tofurkey Day to discuss what I should cook that he might consider eating if I tweak my nose in the right direction.

I’m getting old. I have little patience for complicated Thanksgiving dinners that involve special dishes for each particular person in this ever-expanding family. I mean, I love these people more than my own life, but I have reached my limit. I need to make Thanksgiving infinitely less complicated. Between our various food intolerances, adamant ideals, outright dislikes, and other peccadillos, there is very little food on Earth that I and my trooper of a husband, Doug – who is also getting old, but who seems to be handling it much better than I am – can cook for this passel of people to share.

My idea for this year is to make as much vegan-organic food as possible and for everyone to share it, so that I don’t have to make a regular option and a vegan-organic option of every dish. Sounds reasonable enough. I mean this idea is great if you have an infinite supply of time to figure it out and scads of money to pay through the nose for organic components of our family’s traditional dishes.

I’m about to tell you about the flubbed-up pie. I promise.

This year JD and I go painstakingly through what he’ll need to scrounge up from the mysterious places he buys organic wonder food. He has no earthly idea of the sizes available for these components or the prices for anything at all, especially for each unit. So first I give him a list of things to price, to get sizes for – the number of fluid ounces, how many cherries per can of organic pie filling, how many organic whole-wheat rolls per pan and the square footage of each pan – so JD can buy what I need to cook for an army of people to eat Thanksgiving Day, to send everyone home with leftovers, to eat leftovers and nothing else for a week, and to throw out leftovers at the end of said week while being sure to have plenty to share with the compost pile.

There are certain things I’ll be cooking knowing full well that JD won’t eat them – turkey, for instance, celery (JD is a vegan who hates celery. I have nothing to add to this). Since I have JD occupied buying organic food for everyone, I assign the vegan entrée to my son Aaron, because he’s a vegetarian anyway and he can damned well be a vegan for one day so that he and his brother can share an entrée.

We will have dressing with chicken stock in it and vegan dressing, that kind of thing. Then, for the sake of at least some simplicity, we’ll have a few totally vegan organic dishes for everyone – sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole (yes, this can be organic-vegan if you’re patient enough), rolls.

Then there will be pies. Pies are my holiday thing. When I was younger, I made two or three kinds of pie with several per type for both Thanksgiving AND Christmas. Now I’m a one type of pie per holiday person. I want the pies to be cherry for this holiday, because cherry pies are easy to make. The grandkids are crazy for cherries, and they are who I’m most interested in pleasing.

I should add that this year my hubby Doug has to work on Thanksgiving. It will be my first time to cook Thanksgiving dinner without him in twenty-three years. Not to worry. I’ve enlisted my stepson Matt to help lift, stir, and toast things and juggle the moving of things from one oven rack to another all day long. We’ve got this, me and Matt. Doug teaches Matt how to prep the turkey the night before, and it’s ready in the fridge so that Matt just has to stick it into the oven on TG morning and leave it there for hours while we cook other stuff.

Back to the pies. JD has informed me that, of all foods that exist in the universe, the worst foods to eat if they are NOT organic are cherries and berries, because the pesticides, herbicides, and other kinds of “-cides” concentrate in the cherries and berries in an attempt to murder us – just kill us outright dead.

Even though JD has always lapped up cherry pies in the past, even after he went vegan-organic, this year he will not eat them unless the cherries are organic. Not only that, he wants organic vegan crusts as well. All right. I can do this.

But JD cannot find organic cherries at his favorite haunts. We agree that I’ll make a couple of organic peach pies for him with regular cherry for the rest of us – because we are addicted to pesticide-riddled food and we don’t give a flip anymore. I feel a little guilty about this on account of grandchildren. I don’t want to feed poison cherries to children. They can eat peach pie, although I know they love cherry most.

As Thanksgiving draws nearer, I make a list out of the scraps of information JD has obtained, telling him how many cans, pans, cases, and barrels of each food I need. I tell him I simply cannot afford all this organic sh— “stuff” (I’m just going to call this “shtuff”), and JD kindly offers to pay the difference in the extra price of organic items over the price of poisonous All-American food. I tell JD that this grocery store where he plans to shop is growing faster than they can keep up with, and chances are good the store will run out of TG food many days before the big event.

Undaunted, JD waits until the last possible minute to buy the food and only then after I insist that he get his vegan behind to the store, like NOW, or I won’t be cooking one single damned organic or vegan anything for him or anyone else. I mean we have to get the other groceries for TG when we’re not working, and this is the last day we have time for that. I have no idea what to buy in terms of other groceries until I see what JD can procure at the health food store after it’s been cleared out by more forward-thinking customers. I may not have mentioned that JD is not a planning type of organic-vegan.

I won’t say, “I told you so,” but I will mention, because I am passive-aggressive sometimes, that JD’s favorite grocery store has no organic fruit pie filling of any sort whatsoever. All he’s managed to buy in terms of pie filling are two cans of organic peaches, which is only distantly related to pie filling. JD does have two sets of organic pie crusts. Okay, fine. We’ll have one peach pie then, and we’ll use the other organic crusts for non-organic cherry pie.

Meanwhile, the hubby goes to the regular grocery store for toxic cherry pie filling amongst many other things, and doesn’t realize until he returns home that he’s bought only two cans of regular cherry pie filling and three cans of organic. So, the regular grocery store had the filling JD couldn’t find at his organic vegan store, and Doug has accidentally purchased it. Man. The kismet of this, the ass-backwards synchronicity of it, is stunning.

Trying to rally, I say, “Great. I’ll use these other organic pie shells – the ones I won’t be using for peach pie – to make an organic cherry pie.” It seems like our pie problems are solved. Except on the night I start making pies in advance of TG Day like I always do, I run out of time to make cherry pies while also boiling down canned peaches for hours on end.

When JD comes home later (Did I mention he lives with us “temporarily”? Do not get me started about the gnat problem he’s caused with organic food rotting in his bedroom), I ask him to please boil down the peaches. I’ll be around doing other important shtuff, and I’ll advise him as he works. He doesn’t have time, he says. He has tons of work to do this week, he says, because in his mind I don’t have anything to do this week except to make his freaking pie.

Suggesting that JD cook the peaches, like now, while he’s hanging out grazing on food he’s spread across the living room and watching TV (and murderous TV, not any kind of flower-childy organic vegan TV) has no effect on JD whatsoever. I might as well not exist.

All right, either I’ll make the danged peach pie tomorrow or I won’t. I’ve got an organic cherry pie made already. It’s even got a crisscrossed top crust so it can be easily distinguished from the deadlier cherry pies. Whatever.

Now it’s Wednesday evening before the big day. Doug has to get up on TG morning at 3:30-ish, long before oh-dark-thirty, so that he can work while the rest of America watches football and parades. Doug will be going to bed at 8:00 p.m. this evening or as soon thereafter as he can get there. I ask Doug to please open JD’s canned peaches for me, because the can-opener and I have issues, and JD is nowhere to be found, no doubt staying out as late as possible to avoid helping me make his bleeping pie.

Doug opens the two peach cans, and there are like eight or nine tiny peach slices in each can. They are basically cans of peach juice with a few scraps of peach. I seriously doubt there are even two small peaches between both cans. This peach pie is going to be scanty on the peach side. But I am making this pie come hell or high water, so I drain off the juice except a little dab, saving the juice for JD because I’m such a good mother of a busy forty-year-old organic-vegan with important shtuff to do elsewhere tonight. I plop the pot containing a few teaspoons of peaches onto a low fire on the stovetop.

It takes almost no time for the little juice in the pot to boil off. I’ve got a half-ton of peach juice here, so I add a little more to the pot – we’re talking a quarter cup at most. I look away from the pot for a minute or two, and the pot’s suddenly overloaded with peach juice – like way too overloaded because apparently these few scraps of peaches, scrawny as they are, have about a gallon of peach juice in each of them and this juice is cooking out of those peaches at an alarming rate. Oh man. All right I’ll just have to boil these peaches for a very long time. Maybe they’ll be ready by next Thanksgiving.

But the peach juice is not cooking away. This pot is full of peach cider with some peach slices for a garnish. If I were a smart woman, which I am not at this moment, I would drain some peach juice off right this instant. But do I? What do you think? Instead I decide, with Doug’s help, that I should add this organic sugar JD has provided, in the hope the sugar will contribute to the thickening and cooking down of this mass quantity of boiling peach juice.

The peach pot is boiling. Doug makes grilled cheese sandwiches because who’s got time for making dinner, much less eating it, when it’s the night before Thanksgiving? I’m in Doug’s way trying to watch this peach pot, so I hover outside the kitchen and dash in from time to time to check the peach syrup mess. We eat sandwiches. Doug goes to bed, but before he goes we decide there may be hope for these peaches after all as the organic-sugary peach juice appears to be slightly thicker.

I keep watching the peach pot. I do other shtuff and come back and watch it some more. My office is in a converted garage off the kitchen, and I need to do some shtuff out there. I adjust the fire lower and go to the garage office for ten minutes – it can’t be one second more than twelve minutes. Suddenly I think, uh-oh, peaches! I run into the kitchen to greet a foamy pot of peach goo that is partially burnt. But do I handle this sensibly? Of course not. Before I have thought a single thought, I have stirred this pot of peach goop enough to spread some burnt shtuff throughout the pot. I’ve contaminated this alleged peach pie filling. I wonder how toxic this burned shtuff is, but I simply don’t care anymore.

There has got to be something salvageable here, because I want this to be true and am proceeding as though it is. While the peach goop cools into some sort of peach fudge or taffy or peach peanut brittle without peanuts, I patiently poke holes in an organic pie shell and set it to pre-bake while I make a crumble pie topping out of the other shell by adding more of JD’s organic sugar and organic cinnamon, too. I’m determined for this shtuff to be good, damned good.

I go away for like five minutes and come back to discover that the pre-baking shell is a convex mound of inflated crust. There’s a Super Dome all up in my oven. Evidently the holes I’ve poked in this shell are not sufficiently doing their job. I reach into the dangerously hot oven with a fork and poke bigger holes until the shell deflates. I tamp down the edges until the shell no longer resembles a flying saucer.

By now the peach goop in the pot looks pitifully small and brown. It seems kind of stretchy, definitely gloppy. But it’s made of lovely organic peach slices – however few of them are left – plus organic sugar. How bad could it be? It will be a super-organic peach candy pie that’s only a tiny bit burnt.

I slap the peach goop into the pie shell. It doesn’t even cover the whole bottom of the shell. I scrape every drop of syrupy goop into the shell, any goop that’s not too shtuck to require a hammer and chisel to get it out of this blankety-blank pot. Even though the peach pie innards are only about an inch thick and sparse – extremely sparse – I throw on the crumble topping, and spread it to cover the filling – which is easy-peasy since there are so few peaches to cover. I stick this concoction into the oven, set the timer and disappear to my office, stage left.

I’m playing a computer game, tweeting, and other shtuff in the office when I realize that a beeping noise I’ve been managing to subconsciously ignore must be coming from the kitchen timer. I rush into the kitchen, throw open the oven door, grab some pot holders, and pull out an overly baked peach pie that is too brown. But it is not burnt. It is NOT freaking burnt!

This is fine. This is totally and completely fine. I will serve flubbed-up, organic, much too brown, overly sweet, nearly peachless, candified peach pie for Thanksgiving dinner and nobody, I mean nobody, especially JD, better say a mother-flubbing word about it.

I leave this thing I’ve created to cool and return to noodling in my office. JD at last comes home. He has his grazing palate of munchie-type organic vegan food spread across the coffee table in front of the television when I finally come back inside. I sit down and tell JD the story of the flubbed-up pie, and I am not saying flubbed, I promise you that. JD and I start laughing, and we keep laughing. We’re trying to be quiet because Doug’s upstairs above us trying to sleep – I mean the poor man has to get up at 3:30 on flubbing Thanksgiving morning to go to flubbing work.

But trying hard not to laugh too loudly just makes JD and I laugh more and harder. Come on. This is hilarious. We concoct delirious stories of what the insides of the so-called pie might look like now that it’s cooled – how far will it stretch? Will it be fudgy or so hard that we break teeth on it? We are doubled-over crying and laughing and shushing each other to laugh quieter.

Finally we run out of steam, and I head back out to my office. I am an extreme night-owl. I make no apologies for this because they would not stop me from being one. JD has inherited this annoying trait from me, and I’m a little sorry for him about that.

Before I leave JD so he can keep binging on food and his murderous TV show, I ask him to please cover the pie with decidedly un-organic tin foil and stick it in the fridge before he goes to bed. I’ve got a heartwarming Thanksgiving story to write, and I have no more time for taking care of this so-called pie.

I am out here writing for way too long because, as everyone who knows me at all understands, I am wordy. I realize it’s 3:00 a.m., which is too late even for me. Doug will be getting up any second. I have to get inside and pretend to be sleeping before he stumbles past me to get coffee so he can get ready for flubbing work. I abandon this unfinished story and make haste to pretend to sleep.

But Doug, because this is already a flubbed-up Thanksgiving, has forgotten to make coffee and set the timer. He’s banging around in the kitchen half-asleep, and I give up on this pretending to sleep idea and give Doug lots of sympathy for his coffee-less predicament. He laps this sympathy up.

Doug schlepps off to work, I sleep for a little while, then I get up to finish this never-ending Thanksgiving tale. Now it’s a little past time to start the turkey baking, Matt has just pulled up to help me, and I’m still in my PJ’s, having completely forgotten to drink my coffee. This is already a flubbed-up flubbing Thanksgiving. I have more flubbing shtuff to bake and burn and destroy. I’ve got to get moving.

[josiebelladonna]

one of the reasons why i struggled during the trump era was that it felt like i was being forced to have an opinion rather than have it genuinely come from me. add to this, it felt like i was being yelled at and judged constantly simply because i felt like i had nothing to add—i still feel this way, too. not just in opinions about current events but opinions in general. my opinions, the ones that i have, do not matter, and most of them don’t belong to me anyway. when i was in a.p. english, and we had to participate in book reviews, i didn’t know what to add to the conversation that wasn’t already being said, and i just sat there, baffled and bored out of my wits (my teacher even noticed, too, i remember her pointing out this out to me and i basically said all of this. i want to talk but everyone is talking over me). plus, telling me to “speak up” doesn’t make me want to do it more: if anything, it doesn’t make me want to do it ever, period. for this reason, i hate being told to speak up. (it’s like when i call my dad and he complains that i don’t call him enough: it doesn’t make me want to do it more.)

it’s not because “i’m on the side of the oppressor”, no, that is extremely unfair and cruel. it was because all i wanted to say back then was already being said, i felt like i had nothing to add, and i was exhausted mere days into that godforsaken administration because everyone just wanted to scream and assume that we all know rather than educate. it’s like, what do you want me to say? what do you want me to do besides kiss your ass? what can i add to this? nothing? okay, well, what can i add to here? oh, also nothing. everyone gets a participation point but me. i’ve always been on the fence about politics, even with my dabbling in political cartoons in my early days of cartooning: i could never fully commit because i found it incredibly boring and there’s so much else that piques my interest anyway.

the opinions i do have are either weak, lame, will have me subject to ridicule, or will have some bullshit feud fired up against me in the form of forgettable fanfic. i really do feel like people just tell you to speak up under the pretense of “you being the oppressor” because they don’t want to be proven wrong, not because they actually stand for something or give a shit about what you have to say.

okay, you want a couple of political opinions from me? why do political or social posts and tweets have to be so elaborately worded? get to the point, i’m dumb, i don’t know what’s happening here or why i should care. why does pro-life feminism exist? like… who is this for? you think an abortion is “killing a baby” when the mother is a 12-year-old girl, and the only other option is for her to have it, i.e., the psychological, physical, mental, and emotional effects of having a child while she’s still a child, i.e., the real killing of a baby. it’s not feminism: it’s rape apology and control. it’s anti-science and antisemitic, too, as most of these holier-than-thou cunts tend to be “all about science” (when science has proven that life starts at birth numerous times) and it’s a part of jewish law for a woman to have an abortion if she chooses. we mustn’t base our laws off religion, absolutely, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that telling a jewish woman she can’t have one is a violation of her religion. we spend an ungodly amount of money on our military but once service is done, veterans are basically told to get lost. and all everyone can bitch about is the first thing. why is everyone vegan now? don’t get me wrong: vegan food is some of the most delicious i’ve ever eaten, but it’s like every time i turn around, someone talks about how they’re vegan. everyone famous is vegan. everyone goes on about how healthy they are ever since they went vegan and that’s all they can talk about. did i miss something here? this is another thing i feel is just another trend for people to seem important, not because they’re like linda mccartney and actually believe it’ll do any justice. some of you don’t look good, either: you look malnourished and tired, and you probably smell bad, too. where i draw the line is making your pets vegan (which is something some people really do): cats and dogs are carnivores, and depriving them of that is a form of cruelty. donald trump and that whole parade of republicans around him are such hot-button issues that they’re boring to talk and read about. they’re all sacks of shit who are trying to kill us, the end.

and that’s all i got. are you happy now? i sure as hell am not. if anything, i feel exposed, perhaps more so than i did when i wrote those sex journal prompts. take them or leave them, i don’t care and i’m not confident in these things anyway.

[vegance]

I’m, not saying torture animals that aren’t human. But simply that they should have different things considered than humans. And if any other homo species was still around, then yeah the whole genus would probably require the same protections. As for aliens, if they manage to come visit us they’re clearly at least on the same level as humans, if they’re found on another planet we should leave them the fuck alone we have our own planet.

Other primates definitely shouldn’t be treated the same as humans either because they arent, but they should have different rules from livestock for many reasons. Just, dont keep primates as pets, dont eat primates (even if the person doesn’t think it’s weird to eat our cousins, it’s still a huge risk of disease because of how closely related we are). Just, let primates live their own lives and keep their habitats safe.

And if any of that was directed at cattle in wheelchairs, that is not an animal that can live a good life in a wheelchair. Dogs could, but cattle have social fights and get way too heavy for a wheelchair to not cause harm.

Also remember, death isn’t a horrible thing. It’s the one thing that truly connects all living creatures. And all we can truly ask for is a peaceful death. Which, idk how poultry and such is killed but yes cattle are killed in a peaceful way. Any twitching that happens after the bolt is from leftover electrical energy.

Slaughterhouses just need more unions, more osha type regulations. Yeah things can be bloody but that doesn’t mean it’s horrible. Everything dies to feed something else. One day I’ll be gone and will feed the worms and plants.

Just because a human can be fine on a vegan diet doesn’t mean they all can do one or that people should all switch to a vegan diet. And yeah people tend to take supplements, because our diets tend to be less varied than they should be. There’s a difference between going paleo and just, understanding that as an omnivore you are built to require animal products. Not everyone can even properly process supplements.

Vegan baby formula also has the downsides of, its soy. Most of the time it’s just soy which is one of the worst monocultures there is and is a rather common allergen. Only one vegan formula is even approved by the fda (in the us ofc, idk anything about food safety regulators in other countries). We need to grow less soy, not more (and no, most of the soy isnt being grown for feeding livestock. That’s just where the beans that have been processed for oil and all the inedible parts go, as it is with most food given to livestock)

“What do orphaned baby lions have to do with people eating a cheeseburger”

Nothing. I wasnt talking lions. I was talking kittens. And the connection is, they’re domestics that need meat and (for formula) dairy. Not to mention Wildlife rehabs also often have to raise orphaned animals until they’re old enough to release.

I’m kinda done talking to a brick wall tho.

"I’m, not saying torture animals that aren’t human. But simply that they should have different things considered than humans." we are torturing them, though. that's the whole point.

i'm not saying we should treat all animals the same as humans, i am saying that they deserve the most basic moral consideration.

cattle often do not die a peaceful death, as the source i provided showed. it's easy to be all zen about death when you are not the one being killed. vegans are literally just arguing that we should not inflict suffering and death on animals when we can avoid it.

you are just making a lot of blanket statements with no proof (cattles lives in wheelchairs cant be good, but dogs can) or bring up super specific cases, which are no argument against veganism. i'm just not sure what you are trying to do here, or why you messaged me in the first place. if it was just a general discussion about veganism, why all these weirdly specific situations, that have nothing to do with animal ag at large?

soybean meal actually is edible for humans, and still 98% of it is fed to animals. about 70% of the worlds soy is made into soybean cakes for animal feed. as far as i understand, these are made of soybean meal.

yes, soy is a major allergen. so is dairy :D

ok, then you're not talking about lions, you are talking about kittens. but you are also not a kitten?? (unless...?) again, these small, super specific examples have nothing to do with whether or not the average person should go as vegan as they can? milk replacements for wildlife rehabilitation is not a major driver in animal ag.

"I’m kinda done talking to a brick wall tho." samsies. have a great night