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Teen LGBT Squad

Another Hometar Runner fancomic for pride month, this time starring the Teen Girl Squad.

This was mostly an excuse to make that “ow mein kampf” joke

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You know how folks put pool noodles on goat horns to prevent them from getting stuck or hurting others? Does DeVoid require pool noodles to avoid damaging door frames

i could see it

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Representation matters.

Happy Star Trek Day!

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You know how folks put pool noodles on goat horns to prevent them from getting stuck or hurting others? Does DeVoid require pool noodles to avoid damaging door frames

i could see it

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he just likes being included

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This parade is one of the most thrown-together low-energy events I've ever seen. Our high school float parade had more enthusiasm.

The best part... Trump is bored out of his skull.

Though every once in a while he stands up and salutes.

It's really weird.

Also, they just paused the presentation to thank a sponsor.

Classy.

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Fledgling (3/14)

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Happy Pride month to all the gay folks who should still be with us but were lost to AIDS. So many of them had (and continue to have) huge impacts on the world, despite their lives being tragically cut short.

Since this is primarily a Muppet blog, I wanted to take a moment to talk about Richard Hunt.

Richard Hunt was a gay man and a fantastic puppeteer who started working with Jim Henson, Frank Oz, Jerry Nelson, and company in 1970 at age eighteen and joined the cast of Sesame Street two years later. While working with the Muppets, he originated the characters of Scooter, Beaker, Statler, Sweetums, and Wayne, but also became the primary performer of Janice and is responsible for the flower child personality she is now known for. He was also known to be a fantastic singer.

But maybe most importantly, he made so many people happy. According the book "Of Muppets and Men" by Christopher Finch, Hunt "seems to get more unadulterated pleasure from performing than anyone else in the organization. When he is not working on camera, he is apt to have Scooter or Beaker or Janice -- anyone -- on his arm for the purpose of entertaining... He makes the crew laugh, jokes with the guest star, clowns for the shop personnel. He is one of the chief reasons for the loose atmosphere that exists around Studio D despite the pressure and the slow pace that are endemic to television production."

Hunt died at age 41 due to AIDS complications. The Muppet Workshop made a panel for the NAMES Project AIDS quilt in his honor. The Richard Hunt Spirit Award is presented every year at the Sesame Street wrap party to the cast member that best honors Hunt's generosity and dedication on set.

Rest in peace Richard. Thank you for the laughs and the smiles, and happy Pride 💛

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The Parable of the Wolf

On a fine spring day, an errant young Wolf wandered away from his pack and, in a sunny forest glade, encountered a Hunter.

"Please don't kill me!" said the Wolf, as the Hunter raised his gun. "I'm not here to hurt you!"

"I don't believe you," replied the Hunter. "Everyone knows that wolves are vile, dangerous creatures. You have claws that rip and tear - how can I possibly trust you?"

"If I pull out my claws," said the Wolf, "will you let me go?"

"Of course," said the Hunter. "Why would I lie to you?"

One by one, the Wolf pulled out his claws. The Hunter watched with a lazy smirk, and when the Wolf was done, he lowered his gun.

"I believe you now," said the Hunter. "You're free to go."

"Thank you!" said the Wolf, who tottered home on bloody paws and told his pack of the Hunter's benevolence. "It's only clawed wolves that the hunters don't like," he said. "So long as we remove them, we'll never be shot." And though some wolves disagreed with this, the most fearful of them listened, and soon a third of the pack was clawless.

A month went by, and in due course, the young Wolf found himself once more alone in the forest. A twig cracked behind him, and when he turned, there was the Hunter, his shiny gun at the ready.

"Wait!" said the Wolf. "I've got no claws, remember? I'm not dangerous!."

"I'd like to believe you," the Hunter said, "but last week, I heard that a little girl was mauled by something with big, sharp teeth, and your teeth look pretty sharp to me."

"If I pull out my teeth," said the Wolf, "will you let me go?"

"Of course," said the Hunter. "Why would I lie to you?"

One by one, the Wolf pulled out his teeth. The Hunter watched with silent intent, and when the Wolf was finished, he let his gun droop low.

"I can see you're a well-behaved pup," said the Hunter. "Go, be on your way."

"Thank you!" said the Wolf, and lolloped home, his jaws dripping blood, to tell the pack of the Hunter's caution. "Something with fangs has committed a terrible crime," he said. "So long as we don't look like them, we'll never be mistaken for monsters." And though the eldest wolves exchanged worried looks, the younger ones listened, and soon a third of the pack was toothless, too.

Another month went by, until one day, drinking at his favourite part of the river, the Wolf realised he wasn't alone, and raised his head to see the Hunter walking towards him, his gun once more at the ready.

"This stream is in my territory," the Wolf said, panicked and puzzled. "What are you doing here? I have neither claws nor teeth, and pose no possible threat to you."

"You don't, it's true," said the Hunter, "but many among your pack have both teeth and claws. How am I to trust your good intentions when you associate with such creatures?"

"If I chased away the toothed and clawed members of my pack," said the Wolf, "will you no longer be afraid of me?"

"Of course," said the Hunter. "Why would I lie to you?"

"I'll do it, then," said the Wolf, and when the Hunter gave the nod, he hurried back to his pack, assembled all the obedient wolves, and told them what had to be done. Though some were troubled by the Hunter's presence in their territory, they all agreed it made no sense to have sacrificed their claws and teeth while still associating with those who hadn't - after all, their stance was a principled one, and what good was principle if it wasn't firmly applied? With that, they banded together to chase the other wolves away, and when they were finished, more than a third of the pack was gone.

His task achieved, the Wolf returned to the river, where the Hunter was patiently waiting, and told him the good news.

"It's done!" he said. "The only wolves left are those without claws, or those without teeth, or those without both, like me."

"I'm glad to hear it," said the Hunter. "I hope the others didn't give you too much trouble?"

"Some of them snapped at us, it's true," said the Wolf, "and others swiped at us with their claws. It was frightening; I understand now why you were afraid."

"That's good," said the Hunter, and tipped his hat as he strolled back the way he'd come.

That night, as the remaining wolves lay sleeping, the Hunter and his fellows snuck up on the den and started shooting. The Wolf awoke in terror and confusion to the sound of gunshots and the howls of his dying friends. Desperately, he tried to fight back, but his toothless jaws found no grip on the limbs of the hunters, and his clawless paws left not a dent in their sturdy coats. All too soon, he was knocked to the ground, and as he lay there, panting in fear, the Hunter came and stood over him.

"Why are you doing this?" cried the Wolf. "I did everything you asked!"

The Hunter shrugged. "At the end of the day, a wolf's a wolf. We never could've trusted you."

Horrified, the Wolf asked, "Then why did you have us pull out our claws and remove our teeth and chase away our friends?"

"Because you were strong together," came the reply. "Like this, you're weak."

"But you said you weren't afraid of us!" begged the Wolf.

The Hunter smiled, and sighed, and raised his gun. "Oh, little pup," he said, "this was never about fear. Why would I lie to you?" And before the Wolf could answer, he pulled the trigger.

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Deadly infections with what has become known as "hatemold" (Jacare rowlii) are on the rise this year. This parasitic black mold is thought to be attracted to individuals who fill their life with hatred towards their fellow humans, weakening their immune system. It has been known to affect people in the TERF community, among other bigots.

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fake relationship but its a king and his concubine that was once an amazing soldier but he couldn’t go up the ranks for whatever reason so the king was like listen. hear me out. you can be my strategy dude. u just gotta be okay w walking around shirtless a lot. and soldier dude is like man that’s an UPSIDE and yknow they end up falling in love

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I had a funny thought, and it's that "Not my name" meme, but it's Aika calling Hoshi "Yoshi". I can't make the image, but I thought you'd get a giggle out of the idea all the same.

LMAO that’s so good

I did a version of the meme that I forgot to post here

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Midnight Pals: Get Your Ass to Mars

[space coven] Robert Heinlein: people, i'm afraid that the situation on earth is hopeless Heinlein: elon musk has been ejected from the government and with him dies the dream of a utopian libertarian outpost on Mars free from the tyranny of age of consent laws Heinlein: it's up to us now gentlemen Heinlein: we are the ones who must get humanity to mars Heinlein: i need answers people

Heinlein: how do we get our intrepid red-blooded space marines to mars before the forces of international communism? HG Wells: wait what was that about age of consent laws Heinlein: dammit herbert there's no time to argue

Heinlein: i'll tell you how we're gonna get to mars Heinlein: we need a ragtag group of all-american teenagers building a working rocket from junk in their backyard HG Wells: like Joe Dante's 1985 opus The Explorers? Heinlein: Yes! Heinlein: exactly like that!

HG Wells: i'm skeptical that a bunch of kids could build a working spaceship Heinlein: oh yeah? you don't think american youth has the gumption, is that right, herbert? Heinlein: or should i call you Heinlein: COMRADE??? Heinlein: you don't believe we can conquer mars with the raw virility and can-do spirit of america's youth? Heinlein: ray, you know a lot about mars Heinlein: what do YOU think Ray Bradbury: [thumbing suspenders] now i'm just a simple country writer Bradbury: there's nothing so beautiful as the limitless vista of a child's imagination

Bradbury: back on the farm, warm summer night spent gazing at the stars, twinkling in the ether, imagining a world of possibilities, barefoot children playing hopscotch and jacks and cowboys & injuns on a distant world, man and martian, in perfect harmony, look to the effortless love of the children to see the truth Bradbury: pepperridge farm remembers

Heinlein: ray, that's not what mars is like at all! Heinlein: we're going to arrive as conquerors Heinlein: and turn the RED planet into a bastian of free-market capitalism Heinlein: as for any martians, well Heinlein: we'll just have to destroy the planet to save it

HG Wells: i think maybe we shouldn't rely on random teenagers to build a rocket Heinlein: oh yeah? you got a better idea, pinko? Wells: well Wells: what if we Wells: uhhhh Wells: what if we Wells: what if we invented a metal that was lighter than air

Heinlein: a metal lighter than air? Wells: yeah then you could just float to mars Poe: you're all just reinventing the wheel Poe: just take a balloon to mars Poe: i mean, duh Poe: you can go ANYWHERE in a balloon Wells: oh he has a point

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