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This is who is leading the NYC mayoral democratic primary rn

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I don't see people talking about this so today is the 110th anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, in where the factory owners locked working women and girls inside to "eliminate the risk of theft" (in reality it was too keep them from taking breaks), which resulted in the gruesome deaths of 123 mostly immigrant women and girls and 23 men, many of whom jumped to their deaths from the ninth floor either in a panicked attempt to escape or in order to die quickly. There were reports that some of the workers were on fire already as they jumped.

The eighth floor of the building was able to telephone the tenth floor to warn them about the fire, but the factory on the ninth floor where these women and girls labored had no such communication and such warning.

The factory owners were criminally charged with manslaughter for actions that contributed to the mass deaths but acquitted. However, this tragedy led to mass sympathy to the labor movement, and unions spurred on safety regulations that passed in New York state and eventually the entire country, and activists were able to reduce child labor in the process.

This tragedy is a reminder that has been forgotten in the 110 years since: every safety regulation-- every scrap of paperwork contributing to the hundreds of pages of red tape people like to complain about--every word of it was written in the blood of a laborer.

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One of them will have to get finished eventually, right???

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Adding onto this again: Sports drink like Gatorade, powerade, pedialyte, etc comes in sugar-free varieties (usually labeled ZERO). The fruit juice mix above will work if you can't afford sports drinks, but the sugar free sports drink will work better.

For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

Image Description provided by @loveize

[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

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Get yourself a fabric store that will light your fabric on fire for you

No but legit I asked what the fiber content of something was and the guy didn’t know so he cut a chunk off and lit it on fire and felt the ashes and was like. Yeah this is mostly cotton with a lil bit of silk. And that was the moment I knew. This is it. This is the fabric store for me. Also that guy is marriage material. Not for me but damn some person is gonna be so happy with him.

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also re: that post i know this is everywhere but a lot of psych meds make you super susceptible to heat so if you take any kind of ssri/snri/antipsychotic you should really be super careful for heatstroke the next few days

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yeah

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So this is just a PSA, y'all should never sign a contract until you read it. I’m talking in rl right now. I just got through reading my employee handbook/service contract and my bosses slipped in a lot of bullshit like telling me I can’t complain about my job on social media, demanding I work off the clock in the name of good service, expects me to show up on time during inclimate weather, and considered disability or religious accommodation a direct threat to the company.

These are all things I took issue with and brought to my employer for further discussion before signing the contract. Most of my coworkers signed without reading, treating it like an internet terms of service contract.

Tl;dr real life is serious shit, lawyers write contracts to protect your employer FROM YOU, read contracts before you sign them - fucking ARGUE about contracts before you sign them

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"Dad!" words: 1,064

Additional Tags: Parent-Child Relationship, Family, Comfort Summary: A storm rages outside, and little Alessio can't sleep without his Dad.

Read here or in AO3!

"¿Papá?"

Illario looked up from his cup. Outside, thunder rumbled in the distance. The storm showed no sign of relenting, but the cabin stood stubborn against it, and the antivan wasn’t worried, at least, not about anything worse than the cold and damp. What did surprise him was hearing his son’s voice. He had put Alessio to bed over an hour ago, before the storm had worsened. Setting his coffee down beside his leg, he glanced toward the sound. He was seated in one of the living room armchairs.

"What’s wrong, Alessio? A nightmare?" he asked, opening his arms. The boy immediately rushed toward him at the gesture, clambering into his lap as if it were the safest place in the world. Illario adjusted the child in his hold—Alessio was four now and still struck him as small for his age.

"Where’s Dad?" the boy asked.

Illario studied him. Sienna had left that afternoon; Harding had asked during her last visit for him to return soon so she could give him some vegetables she’d bought. The redhead had decided to go that very day. Illario had urged him not to, warning of the coming rain, but Sienna had waved him off, insisting the weather would clear. Now, Illario pictured him sitting with Harding, a cup of tea in hand, grumbling about how Illario had been right (as usual).

At least, that’s what his rational side imagined. The other part—the paranoid whisper in his mind—pictured Sienna caught mid-journey by the storm. On foot, the man would have nowhere to take shelter. What if mercenaries had found him? Or some other horror lying in wait, ready to strike while he was drenched, exhausted, and defenseless in the vast forest? But that couldn’t be. Right?

"Dad went to see Harding," he reminded Alessio gently, pulling him close. The boy’s big blue eyes, so like his own, stared back, his freckled skin unmistakably Sienna’s, the candlelight making the specks dance like scattered sparks.

"Is he still with her?" Alessio pressed.

Illario nodded without hesitation. "Of course. He’s staying the night there with her and her mother. He’ll be back at first light." He kept his voice steady, leaving no room for doubt.

Alessio glanced around; first at Illario’s face, then at the windows, his small brow furrowing as he took in the violent downpour. The rain fell so hard the droplets bounced back upon hitting the ground. His gaze returned to Illario, tiny hands finding purchase around his neck.

"But what if he doesn’t?" Alessio whispered. "What if the storm caught him on the way back?" He tilted his head, unaware of how his words pierced Illario’s heart like needles. "What if something happened to him?"

The antivan shook his head at once. He cupped Alessio’s face, long fingers smoothing back unruly curls with tenderness. "No, mi niño. Your dad is fine. He’ll be back in the morning."

"How do you know?" Alessio asked.

Illario paused. His other hand took Alessio’s, rubbing warmth into the chilled fingers. He imagined the boy tossing and turning with the same worry while he’d brewed his coffee and settled in the chair, because no, he couldn’t sleep easily without Sienna either. A weakness, it seemed, that his little angel shared.

"Because I know him, mi principito," he murmured, pressing kisses to Alessio’s hands until the boy gave a faint smile. "I know your dad looked at the sky with his good eye and saw the rain coming. He heard the thunder warning him from afar. His friend is clever too, so she told him to stay. And now they’re both there, drinking something warm. Harding and her mother will give him the coziest blanket, because they love him dearly. He’ll return in the morning, and I’ll tell him I warned him not to go, and then I’ll wake you so we can all have breakfast together, just like always. And he’ll tell you about the lovely dinner he had, how well he slept, and how very, very much he missed you while he was away."

Alessio listened intently, his expression softening. By the end, both he and Illario seemed convinced. Small hands pressed gently against his father’s cheeks. "He misses you too, Papá," the boy murmured.

Illario smiled. "Yes, he’ll tell me that too," he agreed, kissing Alessio’s forehead. He made to stand, but the boy let out a soft sound of protest.

"Can we stay here a little longer?" Alessio asked quietly.

Illario hesitated, then nodded. "Just a little while. Are you afraid of the storm?"

Alessio seemed to consider it as he nestled against Illario’s neck, his body going limp like a ragdoll. "I want to wait for Dad with you a little longer," he whispered.

Illario took a slow breath, grateful the boy couldn’t see his face. His arms tightened around his son. "All right. We’ll wait. Just a little more."

Alessio fell asleep soon after, the rain’s rhythm lulling him once he grew accustomed to it. Illario always struggled to get him to sleep without Sienna. The man was magic—all he had to do was hold Alessio, and the boy would drift off without fail, soothed by the tavern songs Sienna half-remembered, the same ones that had lulled the child to sleep since the first day he’d held him.

Illario carried Alessio to bed once his own limbs had grown stiff. He tucked him in, making sure his son wouldn’t feel the cold tonight of all nights, then retreated to his own room. He tossed and turned until exhaustion finally claimed him in the early hours of the morning. When he woke, the sun had yet to rise. But he found himself back in the armchair, another cup of coffee in hand.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Dawn had just broken when the door creaked. In an instant, he was there, swinging it open to reveal Sienna, his hood up to shield the disaster of curls beneath.

The redhead gave him a lopsided smile and rolled his eyes. "I know you’re about to say ‘I told you so,’ but—"

Illario cut him off, pulling him into a crushing embrace. Sienna carefully dropped the bags he carried and his backpack before returning the hold. 

"I told you so," Illario murmured.

Sienna huffed. "Missed you too, amor."

From the hallway, a small voice shrieked in pure delight.

"Dad!"

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RH/SH Fashion Showdown: Lily Cheng

Which of Lily's outfits is your fave?

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"we're at war with the middle east now" you never stopped being at war with the middle east you idiots.

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it makes me so furious when i want to know about a specific ass species of animal and theres only like 6 existing photos of it. like im actually going to pass away if humanity as a whole doesnt release more pied butterfly bat images

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LET THE CROSS STITCH HIT THE FLOOR

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Includes the 100% absolute sure way to tell polypropylene from nylon. Just...it's not a really good idea to do it this way...

As stated in the video, the burn tests were done in an open garage and while wearing a respirator/filter mask, and also with proper fire safety measures. This is presented more as trivia than anything. And it is neat how it shows that "plastic" is not a monolith.

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i hope luigi mangione is proven innocent & gets to sue a ton of companies for slander and win & i hope he gets enough money to rebuild his life and get any help for his chronic pain that he needs & i hope he’s able to disappear from the public eye entirely if that’s what he wants

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If you see someone with a really bad fandom take, I’m begging you to open your emails and write a strongly worded missive to your local government official about something bad happening in your community or country.

If you’re in Canada you could email a rep about concerns about Elon musk interfering in our next federal election.

If you’re in the US the list is endless.

If you’re in the UK you could email about trans health care.

If you’re in Australia, what about dental care in Medicare?

If you’re in Europe, look into some EU initiatives of particular concern. Perhaps something to do with nature and biodiversity? Idk

Just today I emailed my local mla about coal mining in the Rocky Mountains and tomorrow I’m going to pick something else and do it again

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this is basically a short horror film