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World Sparrow Day
World Sparrow Day, observed annually on March 20, is a day to raise awareness of the protection of sparrows. We are particularly excited about this holiday because we just can’t resist the cuteness of these little birds and we know at the end of this article, you will be as excited to join too.
History of World Sparrow Day
World Sparrow Day is an initiative started by the Nature Forever Society of India (founded by Mohammed Dilawar) along with the Eco-Sys Action Foundation of France and many other organizations around the world. Though the holiday carries the name Sparrow, it was mainly created for awareness of Sparrows but also includes the beauty and biodiversity of other common birds that may share the same space as us.
Mohammed Dilawar, a dedicated conservationist, started the campaign to provide special care for house Sparrows in Nashik. The idea to make the campaign official was born during an informal discussion at the office of the Nature Forever Society. Thereafter, the first World Sparrow Day was observed in 2010 all around the world.
It created a platform for bird conservationists to network and exchange ideas to improve conservation. It aims to provide a point of contact for people around the world to come together and create awareness of the necessity for the protection of common biodiversity or species of lower conservation.
Sparrows or house sparrows have been known to live in green patches and backyards chirping away in urban areas though, during the harsh summers, they require cool shades and water. They’ve always been quite common in residential areas but are currently on the verge of extinction due to noise pollution, lack of nesting sites in modern buildings, pesticide usage, and non-availability of food as reported by ornithologists.
The awareness created led to the house sparrow becoming the state bird of Delhi in 2012.
As the years go by, more people are joining the campaign to conserve these birds as a way of giving back to nature. Some have gone as far as creating bird nests for sparrows and other common, birds in the community.
World Sparrow Day timeline
1863 Introduction of the House Sparrow
The house sparrow is introduced into America, parts of Africa, Australia, and New Zealand from this time, such that it is now the most widespread urban bird in the world.
2008 Heroes of the Environment
The founder of the Nature Forever Society, Mohammed Dilawar is named one of the ‘Heroes of the Environment.’
2012 State Bird of Delhi
The efforts of the Nature Forever Society, a conservationist group, lead to the declaration of the house sparrow as the state bird of Delhi.
2019 I Love Sparrows
The theme for World Sparrow Day in 2019 is ‘I Love Sparrows.’
World Sparrow Day FAQs
Why is World Sparrow Day celebrated?
It is a day celebrated to raise awareness and protect the common house sparrows.
What does a sparrow symbolize?
The sparrow symbolizes simplicity, creativity, community, power, and empowerment. The sparrows are not independent birds but they are neither needy nor desperate.
Are sparrows the smartest birds?
Sparrows are smart and sharp birds but research has shown that parrots and the corvid family of crows, ravens, and jays are considered the smartest species.
How to Observe World Sparrow Day
Care for a sparrow
Organize walks and hikes
Create awareness about sparrows
Make nests, put water for sparrows during the summer season, and put bird feeders in gardens or any open area to protect the adorable bird. They’ll surely appreciate it.
Organize a sparrow-watching trip with your family and friends, feed the birds, take pictures to document, and create beautiful stickers or posters. You can create beautiful memories on this day.
Host a sparrow event and organize teachings that create awareness and enlighten people about sparrows. Also have entertainment like sparrow poetry, a photography contest, and a sparrow treasure hunt.
5 Interesting Facts About Sparrows
Once upon a time in Britain
A movement to the grain fields
The first day in the world
Sparrow Awards
Making of the World Sparrow Day
Sparrows were once one of Britain’s most common birds, however, their population has declined in recent years.
Although house sparrows are non-migratory birds, the urban flock had traditionally moved to the countryside to feed on ripening grain fields.
The first World Sparrow Day was celebrated in 2010 in different parts of the world.
The Nature Forever Society instituted the first Sparrow Awards in March 2011 to encourage the efforts made towards the cause and to selflessly conserve the environment.
The idea to mark World Sparrow Day came up during a discussion at the N.F.C’s office where the idea was to earmark a day for the conservation of the house sparrow and other common birds.
Why World Sparrow Day is Important
It’s a day to admire nature’s beauty
It is a time to spread awareness on biodiversity conservation
It is a fun event
World Sparrow Day is a day to celebrate the conservation and protection of sparrows. It is also a day to admire the beauty of biodiversity and nature.
This day provides a meeting ground for people from different parts of the world to come together and play an important role in advocacy and spreading awareness of the need of conserving common biodiversity. We love this!
Various kinds of campaigns, events, and activities are organized on this day to encourage people to participate and contribute to the cause. See what you can do to help!
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Edsbro, Norrtälje Municipality, Stockholm County, Sweden
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Winter beach sunset - Årsta Havsbad, Sweden (2) (3) (4) by Adán Rodríguez
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2nd December 2022 // Crown Princess Victoria and Prince Daniel visited the County Administrative Board in Stockholm County. They spoke with representatives from the Board about issues such as regional crisis preparedness, social development, gender equality, integration, energy supply, infrastructure and housing.
#crown princess victoria#prince daniel#swedish royal family#2022#december 2022#my upload#stockholm county board
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really really really wanna go to gävle and see julbocken. really really really don’t wanna be on a train for 10-12 hours. this is why we need HSR.
#the main argument against hsr here is that sweden is such a small country that it's no use but. that's only true if u live in like svealand#i live in the most southern county. it would be faster for me to go to hamburg than stockholm. like across denmark.
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Raiting: 18+
Warnings: smut, angst, mental disorders, a bit of Stockholm syndrome.
A/N: It was born by chance, starting from a dirty prompt, passing through the hypercritical mental disorders of an OC who I don't know if will have another ff, with a healthy dose of angst, sins, smut for @alyyaanna and @harmshake
She heard a car and then another. It had become the routine since her dad had made those deals in the big city and his factory had started to finance the county election campaign. None of his business partners ever stopped by at their house, there were few voters there, but they were there. They were always there, day and night, on working days and on holidays, "to support him" dad said, Y/N knew why instead. They kept a close eye on him, they trusted no one, even her, that's why even when her dad wasn't around there was always one of them.
The car had arrived, the other had left, but she still hadn't heard from anyone. Must have been the youngest, he never spoke and when he did it, was almost worse. He made her anxious like almost everything, but if she knew he was there maybe she could do it, at least he was not… him.
Just thinking about him made her shake her head, trying to physically push away memories that were already making her eyes and something else sting. She didn't have to think about him. She left the clothes she was taking care of, hoping to see the now familiar blonde locks circling their property, but nothing. Maybe he was already inside.
- There’s something wrong? – a hoarse voice inquired from behind her and Y/N clung to the window with a yelp, throat suddenly dry and heart racing.
Why he was there? He came by a few times a month and it hadn't happened in a while, he had bigger issues than her dad, more powerful people to deal with directly in the big city and usually he never came without a specific reason, they usually warned when he was coming. Everything had to be perfect for him, in order, ready, just knowing he would be there made the air electric, heavy and when his big expensive suv finally took up the entire driveway, Y/N still crumbled asking herself if everything had been done.
- N-no, I heard the door... I wanted to know who was... - she spluttered quickly, with a faint voice, gaze unable to stay fixed on him, hands passing from the edge of the window to her horrible dress.
Her anxiety was already punching her and she felt like floor beneath her was shaking, trying to swallow her up and rip the air from her lungs. It wasn't going well, there was nothing ready for his arrival, house was a disaster, she had no idea what dad had done that time to make him come, what she had to be sorry for and now Roman was there, in front of her, who hadn't even had time to make herself presentable, decent.
- Were you expecting someone else – was that a question? An insinuation? A complaint, a reproach? She didn't know it, but she moved her head, saying no almost to the point of hurting herself, eyes still lowered.
-No, no, I didn't know you were coming...- she tried to explain, feeling overwhelmed by his presence, by the anxiety of having that brown eyes on her once again.
He always looked at her as if he knew where to dig, where to press to bring Y/N to her knees and shatter. Roman stared everyone with arrogance, pity at times, everything about him suggested that he didn't breathe the same air as anyone else, his attitude, his aura, the way he spoke, those eyes, those two brown pools, Y/N didn't know how it was possible but they were capable of such pressure that they could bend anyone and she had never been a strong person. With him less than with anyone else.
- I'm here sweetheart – he urged her, words like velvet as he advanced, blocking her where she was, without mercy.
She saw his shoes, yet another pair she had never seen, entering her vision and one of his fingers lift her chin, with an impossible delicacy for a man of that size, pushing her to raise it, high, so high, to look him straight in the face. The smell of him, that dark tattoo that stood out on his arm, dark beard, dark shirt painted on his huge shoulders, everything about him gave her shivers, shivers that she shouldn't have felt, that brought tears to her eyes and broke her breath.
From the height that separated them Roman stared at her for a long moment, stroking her full cheek with his thumb without speaking, forcing her to acknowledge his presence, that no one could run away from him, not even for an moment, not even to take a breath and try to keep emotions at bay. Y/N already knew it, she had tried to do it, staying away from her dad's business, barricading herself behind that silence, in household chores, among people even if she couldn't stand being in company, never as with him had she prayed to being able to disappear and not be found. And every single time Roman had trampled on her clumsy, desperate attempts, planting those eyes on her, holding her where he wanted, picking up piece after piece to shatter Y/N again as he wanted.
- Someone told me that you are spending a lot of time outside, you go to church almost every day. Your father is convinced it will help with elections... I wonder if it's not for another reason – he said, examining every inch of her face, giving her the attention she always tried to hide from.
It almost seemed like he was thinking out loud, like it was a thought like any other, but something inside her immediately clicked, like a switch being flipped.
- I would never do that! No! – she swore, finding strength to deny that allusion with chest threatening to explode and hands clinging to the window.
Roman moved his eyes on hers, staring again, dangerous, menacing.
- … I would never talk about family business with anyone…- she promised again, trying to have a firmer voice, to prove him that she wasn't that kind of woman and failing anyway.
She knew limits, she didn't go around chatting with anyone and she would never do it even if someone asked her to. Not about those business, not about what her dad did with Roman and his family. Never. She would never have done that. He had to believe her, she couldn't bear the idea that he didn't think she was loyal to… him.
- What about me? Did you tell the pastor about me?
That question caught her off guard, like a shot fired at an unaware animal. With no mercy.
He was talking about business… he had come because he didn't want problems… he wasn't there for her, right?
She gasped for any sign in his expression, praying to find it, to avoid that conversation, but nothing and a pang gripped her chest, hands trembling, face burning. She tried to move her eyes somewhere else uncomfortably, pressing herself against the window, while her mind brought those moments back to the surface. They had been the most beautiful moments she had ever had, the most beautiful she would ever have, but just thinking about them filled her eyes with tears. It had been too much, it was still too much, she couldn't handle the pressure, everyone said it, she wasn't able to bear emotions and Roman was too much for anyone, she was hopeless. Like wax in his hands, Y/N felt him lift her round face again, grip firm on her, gaze still locked.
- I asked you a question. I pretend answers when I ask you something – his voice was always so firm, imperative, dominant.
- I d-didn't… never… I-
- Though you was a good girl… taking care of your family, your dumb-ass father, accepting us in your house, but they said a good girl doesn't do those things and you did'em with me. More than once – he was pushing her over the edge, even though he knew what she had inside, he saw it, but he wouldn't stop, he didn't stop and Y/N knew she should have at least tried to run away and instead there she was.
She couldn't run away, she wasn't able to with him. His presence, Roman, was stronger than her anxiety problems and fears, stronger than any block common sense and her hypercritical mind had ever imposed. It was a pointless fight and Y/N had already fallen months ago when he had invaded her space for the first time and taken everything. Over and over again, yes. Everywhere, whenever, not caring who was around or not, breaking down any limits and inhibitions she had and then leaving her to pick up pieces with a caress and his own smell on her.
In those moments the walls she had built around herself all her life had fallen, opening doors she didn't even know had, making her want things that no, a good girl shouldn't have and that later made her feel like she had to clean her soul. And she had tried, really, seeking comfort and still failing, because she couldn't regret having been that kind of woman if she had been that kind of woman for him.
Remembering made her tremble and it was of no help not being able to blush, there was nothing in her that didn't betray the torment of that moment, feelings that took control again and made her a toy in his hands. She didn't even feel tears slide down her face until Roman wiped it away with his thumb, then passed it over her mouth to let her taste them.
- Did you tell him our secret? How did you take care of me too? – he inquired, placing a kiss on her red eyes and Y/N moved her head, slowly, slipping into the trap without looking back, silencing any teaching received.
She knew that it was wrong, that she really shouldn't have done certain things and it would be like that with anyone else. She would have locked herself in her own room, barricaded in the bathroom, sobbing until she was sick, mind full of thoughts that she shouldn't have had, but not with him. His temptation was too strong, hands so soft around her face, still on those round hips that she hated and he seemed to like.
- I swear… Roman please… - she begged, as if God was him, looking with heart in her throat and like a God who doesn't answer, his eyes kept to dig into her, without giving relief, tearing a sob from her when even his hands threatened to leave - I swear, I did nothing, believe me, I did nothing, ain't that kind of woman-
She fell to her knees, begging for forgiveness from him and not for what he might do to her family, to those people, destroyed by the weight of knowing that he was all that really mattered in her miserable life, more than herself, more than her conscience or soul.
Trembling at the idea that he might walk out of there and look at her with the same pity with which he looked at everyone else, the one with which everyone looked at her, begging to know peace, until his hand caressed her head with affection.
- Sshh breathe, it's okay… I'll not allow anyone to know but I need you to prove me you want it too – his condescending tone, gaze soft again, were all that mattered and enchanted she nodded, torturing with fingers the edge of his trainer to keep him from move away.
- Yes sir
Something in him seemed to light up with those two words and Y/N hid the joy of having made him satisfied, eager to give him more, everything, as she had never dared with anyone else before.
- Lets wash away those sins huh? – she heard him proposing, gently pushing her closer, stroking her messy hair and her hands moved without having to think too much.
With trembling fingers she slipped under his shirt, loosening the thin lace, looking at him in hope of receiving a nod, a reassurance, but she already knew that she wouldn't come, not at that moment at least. She felt a weight in her throat, heavy breathing and rigid body, while she, uncertain, lowered them along his muscular thigs and then freeing him. The sight of his half-hard member pushed her to swallow and squeeze her legs together, panties getting wet just at the idea of perhaps being able to welcome him inside her.
In silence, her eyes wandered from the piece of meat in front of her to Roman’s face, who with a patience unknown to her, was observing without moving, his full lips curved in a grimace that Y/N didn't know if it was of satisfaction or pity. Doubt made her hands reach out again, taking him in her palm and marveling as the first time at how heavy and warm he felt. She moved, remembering what he had taught her, rubbing up and down a few times, before placing it against her lips and taking a tentative taste. Only then she feel Roman tighten his grip on her hair, pull her closer with more force, and she opened her mouth, swallowing a good part of him.
- That's it… - he approved and Y/N bobbed her head, feeling him get more and more hard, her mouth more hot as she tried.
Y/N began to run her tongue around, first along the length and then over his head, feeling the pungent taste knead her throat and soften her tense body. Breathing in through her nose, she reached up to massage his balls, watching in awe as his brow furrowed in pleasure, tongue sliding across those lips she wanted to kiss more than anything. With more and more conviction, she traced the outline of raised veins, stroking the skin where it was softest, fingers running through the curls, shyly trying to touch more, to find the courage to do what she wanted. Without realizing it she lost herself in that sensation, in the heat he was giving her, feeling his body slide inside her even if not where she wanted most, Y/N moved her hips, pressing against what she could, seeking a relief that didn't was coming.
Roman's hoarse laugh at her movements brought her back to where they were without mercy and instinctively she tried to step away, ending up feeling only his fingers tightening in her hair, blocking and forcing her to recline the head.
- You like me right? Don't run away… not even try… stay and take it – he growled menacingly, letting go a moan of indecent pleasure, as he pushed himself down her throat.
She gagged but Roman flicked his tongue, a sharp reminder, which instantly set her straight, forcing Y/N to relax her throat and take him all. With red eyes, she watched him place a hand on the window behind them for support and even though anyone could see them from there, even though her center was begging to take that punishment, throbbing around nothing, Y/N kept to indulge him, to please him, even sucking.
- This pretty face deserves to be fucked… yes, keep going, mmh
Every growl, every obscene word and gesture from him should have made Y/N run away, yet she couldn't and wouldn't. Obedient, she began to follow the movement of his hips which were now pushing into her throat, causing the slimy mixture of her saliva and his juices to drip down her neck and lips. Y/N squeezed her legs, stifling the needy moans of her body, the discomfort of her panties, fighting the temptation to slide a hand between her thighs for relief. Refusing to lose that contact with him, she sought support on his legs even though she was now pressed between the wall and window, swallowing moans and tears, putting up Roman's increasingly unsteady run. Each time he seemed to slip deeper and deeper into her throat, soul, erasing every thought to reduce her to an empty shell that existed only to welcome him. She didn't even realize that she was shaking, that she had reached her climax undone, with nothing but his presence until she felt him tighten his grip again, head down, staring at her.
- Swallow – he ordered seriously, just before cumming inside her throat.
She felt all of his body heat flowing into her, salty, thick, and she closed her eyes, accepting it. In the grip of that trance she waited for Roman to finish emptying himself before moving to clean him devotedly with her tongue, prolonging a contact that she knew would end in a few moments.
In the silence of the room, his hand leaving the window and then her hair, to tidy up the misplaced shirt was like a countdown and fighting anxiety, Y/N tried the impossible, hesitantly stretching out her fingers to touch him again, to keep him with her, but stopped mid-air.
- You're smarter than your father… stay home tomorrow - she heard him warn from above his position, as he tidied his clothes and, uncertain, she too got back on her feet, returning to grab the window - you heard me? – he asked again, this time with more force, pushing her to nod.
She didn't know if it was true, but she wasn't so sure that that order was due to the too many walks she had done in that period. She had a bad feeling or maybe it was just the melancholy taking control of her again, because the countdown was over, the confession was over and he was already leaving the room again like he always did.
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If you like moody decor, this Swedish chalet just outside of Stockholm, is an inspiration. Renovated in 2017, it has 3-4bds, 3ba, 2 kitchens, 14,000,000 SEK / $1,356,901.
The home is painted black throughout, with brown decor, and light wood floors.
The main kitchen has an eat-in area, contemporary cabinetry with black counters, and a backsplash to match the walls.
On the other side of the kitchen wall is a cute little home office and an entrance door with a convenient coat closet.
There's also a large and decorated powder room.
Stairs to the lower bedroom level are in the living room and come down to a hall with clothing closet.
This is the only bedroom shown, so I would imagine that it's the primary.
Next to it is a large bath with shower.
This is a flex space that can be used for almost anything.
Nice dock for the summer.
The home has a lovely large deck and is situated near the water for summer and winter activities.
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Rare Silver Coins Dating Back To The 1100s Found in Sweden
From a distance, the slate gray roof and central white tower of the Brahekyrkan church appear charming. The idyllic building is situated on a small island in southern Sweden and surrounded by a cemetery dotted with flowers.
So archaeologists weren’t surprised when a construction project at the church uncovered several skeletons — but the grave held an 800-year-old mystery, too.
Archaeologists began excavations at the Brahekyrkan church in Visingsö to prepare for the installation of a geothermal heating system, the Jönköping County Museum said in a March 27 news release.
On the first day of the excavation, the team found two skeletons, Anna Ödéen, an archaeologist with the museum, said in the release. One belonged to a man between 20 and 25 years old, but the other was not identified.
As they cleaned the grave, three silver coins emerged, Ödéen said. Then, more coins surfaced near the skeleton’s left foot.
In total, archaeologists found 170 silver coins dating between 1150 to 1180, the museum said.
Some of the 800-year-old artifacts had completely unknown designs, the museum said. Archaeologists described it as sensational and unique.
The find was also rare because Christian graves during the 12th century typically did not include any artifacts, the museum said. The tradition of burying people with objects was common during older, prehistoric eras.
Archaeologists don’t know why the deceased was buried with the rare coins. Excavations at the church and analyses of the coins are ongoing in hopes of solving this mystery.
Visingsö is an island in southern Sweden and about an 180-mile drive southwest from Stockholm.
By Aspen Pflughoeft.
#Rare Silver Coins Dating Back To The 1100s Found in Sweden#Brahekyrkan church#Visingsö#ancient grave#ancient tomb#silver#silver coins#ancient artifacts#archeology#archeolgst#history#history news#ancient history#ancient culture#ancient civilizations#mideval
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I want to challenge this, because I feel it’s genuinely unfair.
This spring, in a lot of places, the fash were stirring up resistance to housing refugees in hotels, and they specifically targetted a hotel in Newquay. The vast majority of people who were targetting this hotel were not Cornish, and came to protests from outside the county. This response was not specific to Cornwall, but was happening at refugee hotels across the UK.
Every time the fash turned up or planned to, there was huge antifascist resistance, organised in particular by Cornwall Resists and Cornwall Anti-fascist network- but with support from a huge number of local organisations. Yes, anti fascists did come down from Bristol etc to support, which was hugely appreciated, but the majority of people there each time were local- and ultimately each time they defended the refugees in the hotel from fascist violence- at personal cost, given the violence of the police towards us.
Equally, more recently, the prison ship that will be used to house refugees (the Bibby Stockholm) was being outfitted in Falmouth, and a huge amount of local resistance was organised. Further more, some of the dockyard workers actually refused to work on the ship, which is believed to have slowed down the refit.
I’m not going to say there’s no racism in Cornwall, because obviously there is- but I do think that this picture of Cornwall as being uniquely racist compared to the rest of the UK is both tired and dangerous. Not least because the right wing are organising everywhere- including in your own back yard.
Anyway, we’re actively fighting the fash, the racist police and the racist policies of the UK government- on the streets and through organised actions. Are you?
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Flag Wars Bonus Round
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National I Love Horses Day
This National I Love Horses Day on July 15, we are not going to tell you to hold your horses because today is about going all out for horses. Horses are one of the most beloved and adored animals in the world. In fact, horses are in fourth place on the list of the world’s most popular animals. Horses have been very important for humankind for a while now, having been domesticated since ancient times. Due to their versatility, horses are used in a variety of fields, from agriculture and transportation to entertainment. Horse racing and show jumping also see horses showing off in front of cheering crowds.
History of National I Love Horses Day
National I Love Horses Day was created to highlight the importance of the animal in human history and development. Horses have been around for around 50 million years and they were domesticated by nomads in 4000 B.C. The animal is believed to have originated from North America, with increased traveling and globalization taking it to other parts of the world. These early horse breeds later became extinct on the American continent. According to the Integrated Taxonomic Information System, today, there are many other horse breeds but all of them are believed to have descended from Equus caballus, including the populations of feral horses in the wild. Horses have 350-degree vision and are extremely social. They roam around with their own species as well as other animals. Furthermore, their aptitude in socializing makes them easy animals to breed.
In the old days, horses were domesticated and farmed for their meat and milk. The animal was an important source of sustenance in the central Asian steppes, where, to date, horses are bred for consumption. In some cultures, a mare’s milk was also fermented and enjoyed as an alcoholic drink. As human populations increased and commercialization started taking over, horses began being used to cultivate the land and other general agricultural settings. Because of the strength and endurance they displayed, horses were also being used for the transportation of goods and people over long and short distances. Over the years, horse racing and show-jumping contests also gained the attention of the public.
National I Love Horses Day timeline
4000 B.C. Earliest Recorded Instance of Horse Domestication
The earliest records of horse domestication are found, particularly in areas of Ukraine and Kazakhstan.
1992 Przewalski Reintroduced in the Wild
After believing the species to be extinct for over 20 years, the Przewalski's horse breed is reintroduced into the wild through conservation efforts.
1993 American Secretary Appointed for Wild Horses
President Clinton nominates the secretary of the U.S. Department of the Interior, Bruce Babbitt, to oversee the care for wild horses in America.
2005 Legislation for Unadopted Horses
Legislation is passed in order to allow unadopted horses to be taken to slaughterhouses after an allotted period of time.
National I Love Horses Day FAQs
What day is National Horse Day?
National Horse Day is on December 13.
What is a Hippophile?
A hippophile is a person who loves horses.
Can horses love humans?
The love you feel for your horse may not be exactly reciprocated. But a horse can certainly feel — and give — affection.
How To Celebrate National I Love Horses Day
Show some love
Ride a horse
Spend a day with horses
Horses and humans go way back. Show some love to these amazing animals that have been our companions in many fields. They have helped feed us, travel through familiar and unfamiliar terrains, and entertained us endlessly on the racing fields and stage.
If you’ve never ridden a horse before, this is your chance to grab the opportunity. Book yourself a spot on a horse riding tour, and then just sit back and enjoy. Feel the wind in your hair. Riding a horse is an experience you must try at least once.
Find horse farms in your area and go and spend a day with horses. You help feed them, brush them, and take them for a trot or a light canter. Horses are friendly creatures and spending time with them can be very therapeutic.
5 Facts About Domestication That Will Blow Your Mind
One of the earliest domesticated animals
Pigs/cattle for more settled communities
Age-old eggs
Changes in genes for easier domestication
Darwinian documentation for behavior patterns
Starting in around 7000 B.C., dogs were one of the earliest domesticated animals, for reasons related to protection from other humans and animals.
Historians trace the domestication of pigs and cattle back to around the same time goats and sheep were domesticated, but the former are believed to have been domesticated in communities that were already settled.
Microfossil embryos of chickens found in China are believed to be 60 million years old.
Changes to the gene markers of an animal’s endocrine system can help them be less fearful of humans.
Charles Darwin documented different behavioral patterns in domesticated animals compared to their non-domesticated relatives.
Why We Love National I Love Horses Day
It’s a celebration of horses
It’s a celebration of companionship
It’s a celebration of history
While we do not need to introduce you to the incredible qualities of the animal, here are some of their most beloved attributes: Horses, much like dogs, are loyal animals. They also have amazing stamina, strength, and speed that enable them to endure long distances without breaking a sweat.
Horses are social creatures with a great ability to read and remember the people around them. While they have helped humans in a number of areas, they have also made great friends. Horses can understand when you are stressed, angry, or happy, and they can comfort you when needed.
If you want to trace the history of human civilization, researching horses is a good start. This animal has been an active participant in agriculture/farming, travel, transportation, entertainment, and warfare. People have been domesticating and employing horses for generations.
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Ingarö by Arrhov Frick
From the beginning of the design process, the site conditions significantly informed the building's principles and formal expression. The plot itself is relatively steep and difficult to accommodate outdoor areas; therefore an integrated terrace was created to form a liveable outdoor space. The open air terrace is the same form and area as the enclosed house — two equal parts meeting each other to create a central garden.
To emphasise the continuity between outdoor and indoor, the timber structure is visible throughout. Sitting perched on the slope — the rear of the house rests close to the ground while the living room and terrace project toward the water. To avoid blasting onsite, the house stands on a grid of wooden posts. Both the post and the wood panelled facade are treated with a carbon black pigment, giving a darker tint while retaining the wood's lustre and character.
Design: Arrhov Frick
Location: Ingarö, Värmdö SV, Stockholm County, Sweden
Area: 160 m²
Year: 2014
Photography: Mikael Olsson
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He thought about writing a letter, it’s not like he didn’t. West was his roommate, after all, and well, maybe he fucked up a lot of times and in so many ways that words can’t even begin to describe it, maybe he got what was coming to him, and Dan’s only regret is that it happened so late. True. But he was still, well. At times, it’s hard to say what he was to Dan, exactly. An abuser, Dan’s lawyer used to claim, at least while the trial lasted. Any sympathy Dan might have felt for that monster was just Stockholm syndrome. Yet another proof that Dan was a good person, capable of so much compassion, and look how West went and twisted it.
He does that. He manipulates people, takes their kindness and uses it for personal gain, the prosecutor said, and everyone was nodding, so it was probably true, Dan assumed back then. Now, he knows that for a fact; yet another sign that he got better.
But it was even more difficult to say what Herbert was to him in these first months that followed the trial. Dan had more important shit to sort out, losing his medical license, having to move to another town because Arkham’s become unlivable, then another county, then a whole different state because everyone here has seen the footage. He had to cut his hair and grow a mustache so that people wouldn’t stare. The mustache sort of turned into a beard. It’s all just as hazy as the trial itself, and that’s probably because Dan spent really little time being sober. So yeah. Not his proudest moments, though come to think about it, there were very few proud ones. Maybe getting kissed by Meg for the first time. That one homerun that let his team win for the first time in a year back when he was fourteen. Graduating from high school perhaps, because graduating from the university sure as hell wasn’t it. There was West by his side by then, he’s even in the one and only picture from that day that Dan has, and he’s scowling at the camera, pale controlling hand clasped over Dan’s shoulder as if holding him in place. Fucking West tainting every little success of Dan’s and making every failure three times worse than it could have been without him; West dragging him, kicking and screaming, wherever West goddamn pleased, and Dan’s pretty sure there indeed was some creepy pleasure involved. Shoving a hand up a living human being’s ass and turning him into a puppet, managing to control him like that for years? Must have been a way to compensate for the absolute lack of control West had over those corpses of his. Maybe Dan looking a bit like one nowadays is just West’s parting gift. That, and losing the license, along the deposit on the house, not to mention all of his friends and self-respect. Everything. Dead fiancée, cat killed, car crashed, panic attacks and a huge scar across Dan’s abdomen. Asshole was pretty generous, wasn’t he.
But Dan manages on his own pretty well, it turns out. Finds a job at a pharmaceutical company, and it’s pretty concerning how little they care about him being a disgraced doctor and all. They say he knows the market. At least now, he’s not losing patients. It pays good money, and what if he can’t look in the mirror without cringing? That’s certainly not something new. When it comes to contributing to someone’s substance abuse, he has experience, and at least this time, the stuff’s not glowing. It’s been tested, and nobody would allow for it to be sold if it were really harmful. He’s amicable, funny, and when he smiles, he still has some of the sway he used to hold over women — the middle-aged ones, at least. With the guys, he can talk about the last game, cars, or barbecue techniques, who gives a crap. Anything. They like him, and he likes the normalcy. He’s not half bad at doing what the management tells him to do, even if at times they complain he lacks initiative. He rents a house, an entire house just to himself, and after a couple years, he probably could afford buying it, but nothing really feels that permanent. There might be something better somewhere else.
His sense of humor changes slightly. He cracks jokes by the water dispenser and everyone at the office laughs most of the time, except for those moments when they fall silent or just chuckle nervously and leave in a hurry. One time, in the men’s room, he says something about dropping the soap, and he can’t stop laughing until everything hurts and there are tears streaming down his cheeks. Everyone just stares, and he can’t catch his breath for so long he ends up choking and almost hurling. Bent over the sink, and yes, he appreciates the irony. It makes him wheeze even harder.
Besides, what would he write, exactly? Sorry it ended this way? He’s not. Why in hell would he be. He is sorry he let West in when he came knocking at his door that night, oh, that’s for sure. Sorry he didn’t listen to Meg and didn’t stop for a second to consider that perhaps West arriving at his porch, having already brought all of his things, was something odd. What the hell was he thinking when agreeing to this? West made the decision about moving in long before consulting Dan, and Dan didn’t find it alarming at all. So yeah, Dan’s sorry, really sorry for all the deaths he contributed to, for the larceny, animal cruelty and corpse desecration, those are things that really haunt him at night. And they should. The stuff West had him do was fucking horrifying.
So no, if he were to write a bloody letter, it wouldn’t be about oh, how sorry he is for how things ended. He’s glad, actually. He’s not going to apologize for the world becoming a slightly safer place without Herbert West in it.
[continue reading about Dan being in complete denial about so many things here]
#reanimator#re-animator#danbert#herbert west#dan cain#daniel cain#my work here is done (have I started writing yet another angsty re-ani fanfic? of course i have)#cw shitty jokes about dropping the soap
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GEORG VILHELM PAULI (2 July 1855 - 28 November 1935) was a Swedish painter, known primarily for portraits and figures. He was also the author of numerous art-related books.
Around 1890, he moved towards a symbolist and synthetist style. Having encountered cubism in Paris in 1911, he apprenticed himself to André Lhote and moved towards a cubist style which he abandoned in the 1920s. He had a lifelong interest in classical motifs, mythology and symbolism which was often reflected in his paintings.
He died in Tullinge, Stockholm County, and is represented by several paintings and many drawings in Nationalmuseum, Stockholm.
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Forgotten Sins Chapter 1
Tags: Amnesia, Stockholm Syndrome, Drug Use (Bliss), Religious Cults, Fluff and Angst, Car Accidents, Family Member Death, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation
Note: Hey, I just wanted to let you all know some things before reading this story,
This is a reader-insert and it is written in the second person but she has/you have amnesia from the events in the first chapter so when asked your name, you can't respond with the "Y/N" answer so you'll get the name Dawn.
Also, I'm not from America so if British words slip in, forgive me because the character/you are meant to be American since it's Far Cry 5.
Other than that, have fun! (also, let me know if I missed something in the tags at any point of the story!)
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Almost as soon as your dad drives past the Welcome to Hope County sign, the radio started playing a song about letting the water wash away your sins.
"What is this garbage?" he asked, going to turn the radio off but your mom smacked his hand away.
"It's what you need with that gambling addiction of yours," she said, returning to her phone, "no signal." She put the phone down and looked out the window.
"It's pretty cute here," you said, looking out your window.
"Pretty cute?" your dad asks. "There's nothing here!"
You roll your eyes and keep focusing on what's outside your window. Your dad always was a bit grumpy on these road trips, yet it was always him who insisted on taking them, good for family bonding. Now that you were an adult and had moved out long ago and your brother was going off to college, it was time for another road trip. While your dad and mom argued about the quickest way to your destination that your parents kept secret to add to the fun, you started humming along to the radio.
"Where even are we?" your mom asked.
"Holland Valley, well, just left it according to this sign," your dad said.
You see a shirtless man with the words greed and wrath tattooed on his torso running from a group of people, they're all shooting at each other.
"Is that real?" your brother asked, hearing the gunshots.
"Look away!" your dad yells at us as the shirtless man fell to the ground. You turn to look out the window on your brother's side but there were people with guns running towards the car, most likely to fight the people on the other side of your vehicle.
"Oh God, what is that?" your mother asked, pointing at a man with a beard and a red shirt that had been cut into a vest held up what looked like a rocket launcher, though you couldn't be too sure, you'd only ever seen them in video games. You see a rocket heading towards the car, no one has time to get out before it hits.
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You wake up, one hand handcuffed to the railing of the bed you're laying on. The other hand goes up to touch your pounding head, only resulting in more pain so you quickly remove your hand. There isn't much in the room with you, just the bed you're laying on, a table and a chair.
"Ah good, you're finally awake," a man with long brown hair and a bushy beard said, pulling the chair closer to the bed before sitting down.
"Awake?" your throat was painfully dry and your voice came out weak, almost as a raspy whisper.
"You've been out for a while, a few weeks," he said, "weren't too sure you'd make it, no one else did."
"Made what? Who else?"
"What's your name?" he asked.
You thought about it for a while but couldn't remember, "I don't know," you answer honestly.
"Guess the accident messed with your brain more than we thought," he mumbled, "how about we call you Dawn?"
You don't know what to say, that's probably not close to whatever your name was but you couldn't remember so arguing against it seemed pointless. Eventually, you just nod your head, accepting your new name.
"Well, Dawn, you and what we assume to be your family were in the wrong place at the wrong time," he said. "You see, we got somewhat of a war going on here, a cult leader who calls himself The Father is trying to take over Hope County. Save us from what he calls The Collapse that he knows will happen because God told him. My people were captured by fucking Peggies - his followers. Now is the part that affects you, you and your family got in the crossfire between my people and the Peggies, well, they had a rocket launcher, fired it at you. We pulled you out of the car, but your family all died, your mom was already dead in the car, and your dad and brother died here later. I'm sorry."
You tried to remember it but you couldn't, you couldn't even remember your family, their names, faces, voices nothing.
"Why don't I remember?" you ask.
"You hit your head pretty hard, you might remember at some point but you may also never get your memory back," he shrugged.
"What's your name?" you ask.
"I'm Eli."
He stood up and took out a small key, "Am I right in assuming you won't be a danger?"
You nodded. While you had no memory to be sure, you didn't feel dangerous. He unlocked the handcuff.
"You can stay in here for a while, Hurk is right outside this door. Hurk get in here," a man with a beard and a red shirt walked in, he seemed familiar but you couldn't remember why.
"Do I know you?" you asked.
"No," Eli answered for the man, "but Hurk here will help you if you want to walk around."
With that, both men leave you alone in the room.
You stayed in bed for a while, thinking about everything Eli had told you, trying to remember anything from any point in your life but you couldn't. You were thankful you seemed to remember your language and how to talk. Now, you needed to see if you were strong enough to be able to walk. Don't fall flat on your face, you thought to yourself before sitting in the bed, your feet touching the ground. You closed your eyes and held your hands out in front of you as you slowly stood up, when you did instantly fall, you slowly opened your eyes. You take a deep breath before attempting to take your first step, it was wobbly, and you fall forward but you're able to catch yourself on the chair Eli was sitting on earlier. You thought about calling for Hurk to help you walk but you wanted to do it on your own, your legs just needed to wake up, Eli did say you were out for a few weeks, naturally, your legs would be weak like your voice was. After a few seconds, you dare try again, letting go of the chair and pushing it a bit in front of you so you can use it to catch yourself again if needed. Which you did.
"Shit," you say to yourself, but it comes out more of a whisper. "Hurk?" you call out as loud as you can but it doesn't come out very loud and he doesn't come in so it's safe to assume he couldn't hear you. Well, I can still stand, you thought before getting up from the chair and throwing it at the door.
"Dude, are you okay?" Hurk said, throwing the door open, holding a gun, "whoa, sorry about calling you dude, I don't want to assume nothin' but I call everyone dude so I don't mean no disrespect or nothin'-"
"I can't walk," you interrupt him, not really caring to hear more of this odd apology when you just want to walk.
"What do you mean you can't walk?" he asks. You take a step forward and fall, he catches you and helps you back to your feet.
You make it outside with Hurk's help, he's pointing to everyone who walks by, telling you their names, what they usually do around here and how fun they are to talk to on a scale of "better to talk to Monkey King than them to actually a good listener, they're fine" as you drink a glass of water.
"Where are we?" you ask.
"We're in Whitetail Mountains," he answers.
"Where are my family?" he looks to his feet when you ask that, "I know they're dead. Eli told me. But what happened to their bodies?"
"I'm not really sure," he scratched the back of his head, going quiet. You hadn't known him long at all but hadn't known him to do that.
"Well, what about the Pennys?"
"Pennys?" he looks confused for a while.
"The cult?"
Hurk laughs, "you mean Peggies."
"Yeah, Peggies."
"They're followers of the big guy, not Monkey King, the other big guy. You know, I almost joined 'em. They had guns, food, fine ass women, why wouldn't you join?" he paused, looking at you and when you didn't say anything, he continued. "Well, I didn't join because o' all these rules you have to follow, no partyin', no fornicatin' - that means fuckin', didn't sound so fun after that so I went home."
He was going to keep talking until a radio started making noise. He excused himself and took a few steps away.
"You want to know about the cult, sweetheart?" an older lady in jeans and a pink blouse asked.
"Yes," you said.
"I'm Adelaide, you are?"
"I'm Dawn," you said, remembering Eli's name for you.
"Well, Dawn, the cult has pretty much taken over Hope County, brainwashed everyone into believing the world is going to end and only Joseph Seed can save their souls. They take you in, make you confess your sins through torture then continue to torture you either by forcing you to make that Bliss shit until you lose your damn mind or by training you to be a soldier, ain't been many survivors to tell us how it goes but we can assume it's not pleasant."
"And people join willingly?" you ask, thinking back to what Hurk said.
"They do, some completely willingly, either with or without the knowledge of what the cult does, or some join willingly but after some tough persuasion.
And some join because they're idiots like my boy," she moves her head towards Hurk.
"You're Hurk's mother?"
"I am," she smiled.
"Come with me, we got a job," he said, interrupting our conversation.
"Me?" you asked, seeing him looking at you instead of his mother.
"Yeah, don't worry, it's not a big job, just collectin' some meat then droppin' it off," he got in a truck.
"Collecting meat? From where?"
"We're going huntin', you been huntin' before?"
"I don't know."
"I can teach you."
On the way to where he wanted to hunt, he spoke about his relationship with his father, it didn't sound like a very good one. It made you wonder what yours was like, maybe you'd remember one day. Instead, you smiled and hummed when it was appropriate. He didn't give you much time to speak.
"Here we are," he said, stopping the car and handing you a gun. "There's a lot of Caribou here?"
"Caribou?"
"You'll know it when you see it, they're hard to miss."
"Why are we hunting this thing?" you ask.
"For food, we gotta eat, don't we?" he laughed as you nodded.
You walk behind Hurk, he was telling you about the parts of the gun and how to shoot it. You had a hard time following what he was saying but he assured you it would come easy when you had to actually take the shot. You walked for a while without seeing anything more than trees but eventually, Hurk stopped you.
"There, see it?" he points towards a big animal with horns.
"That's a Caribou?" he nodded. "We're meant to kill that?" he nodded again. He really was crazy.
"Won't it attack us? With those horns?"
"What? Nah, 'course not. They ain't predators, they'll just run away."
You nodded, watching as he raised his gun. Part of you wanted to stop him from shooting the animal but he was right before, you do have to eat and you saw quite a lot of people to feed at the bunker. He shot the animal, but it didn't die.
"Shit, I missed," the animal ran off and Hurk chased it, not knowing what else to do, you ran after Hurk. Eventually, the Caribou slowed down near a lake. Hurk managed to kill it there.
"You stay here, I'll go get the truck." You turned your back to the animal, not wanting to see the corpse. The lake and trees were beautiful so you focused on them until you heard tires. You expected to see Hurk but were surprised to see three men with tattoos that said Wrath, Lust and Pride on each of them.
"What are you doing here, sinner?" One of the men asked, pulling his gun out but keeping it by his side.
"Nothing," you said, backing away, "hunting."
The men laugh at you but stop once you hear more tires, before anyone can react Hurk drives over the two men in front of you. One of the men flew over the truck while the other one is trapped underneath. The third man makes it back to his car and drove away. The man under the truck was probably already dead or at least it seemed that way since he wasn't moving or making any sound. The man who flew over the truck tries to get back up but is shot by Hurk.
"Alright, let's get that thing on the back and head off," Hurk said, lifting the animal. All you can do is watch. He just killed a man; sure he had a gun but you didn't expect Hurk to be so okay with killing two people. Even if he did kill the animal, that was different, that was to eat, this was for nothing?
"Why did you kill them?" you ask.
"Well, they're Peggies," he said, getting back into the truck after loading the corpse onto it. They're Peggies, that's the only reason. Based on what you had been told, it was Joseph that was bad, the Peggies were just brainwashed but apart from that, you hadn't heard much. What Hurk did seemed worse than just not partying or training. Adelaide did mention torture as well but if Hurk could kill a man so easily, maybe they weren't telling the whole truth or maybe they just weren't any better than the Peggies?
"You gettin' in or what?" Hurk called from the driver's seat. You didn't want to but felt you had no choice; you didn't want to be left out here.
"Where are we going?"
"Chad Wolanski, he's a cool guy but can't understand him for shit though," he said. He speeds there, explaining he doesn't want to bump into any more Peggies.
"We're here!" Hurk calls out, getting out of the truck and you hear a man grumbling. Hurk lifts the Caribou out of the truck, sort of dragging it around the house. "Hey Chad, got a new member with me."
Chad mumbles something that sounds like hello.
"Hello, I'm Dawn," it felt slightly less strange to call yourself Dawn this time.
Chad and Hurk started talking while helping each other with the meat. You weren't sure how Hurk understood what Chad was saying, only one word per sentence was said loud and semi-clear enough to make out and the rest was mumbled and jumbled together. You kept yourself preoccupied with looking at the scenery. The radio was on and started playing a song about letting the water wash away your sins, it felt familiar and you easily hummed along. It made Chad mumble something angrily to Hurk.
"I don't know, I never had the radio on," Hurk answered, also raising his voice at Chad.
"Hey," Hurk called for you, "how you know that song?"
"I don't know, it just sounds familiar somehow," you answered, unsure what the problem was, neither man said anything, just mumbled something to themselves.
"Let's head back," Hurk said, saying goodbye to Chad.
Hurk was awfully quiet while driving, you reached for the radio, tired of the silence and not knowing how to fill it. Before you could turn it on a car drove in front of yours, making Hurk have to hit the brakes.
"Whoa, shit," he said, "are you okay?"
"I'm fine, you?"
"Yeah," he took his belt off and picked up his gun, "fucking Peggies. Come on."
You got out of the car with him. You stayed crouching behind your open door, Hurk moving forward. It was going well for him until, "Hurk, behind you!" You yelled but he didn't react on time, a Peggie from behind him hit him on the back of his head with their gun, knocking him out. You notice it's the Peggie who escaped after Hurk ran his friends over.
"Are you going to come with us willing, sinner, or are we going to have to make you?" the one from earlier asked you.
"I'll go," you said, standing with your hands up, scared of what they'd do if you didn't go willingly since two of them had their guns pointed toward you.
"Good choice," he said, his friends putting their guns down.
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Round 1!
The TCAT, Tompkins County, NY, USA vs Seattle Center Monorail, Seattle, WA, USA
M1 (or Millennium Underground Railway, but also known as "the small underground" by locals), Budapest, Hungary vs Grande Recife, Recife, Brazil
London Underground, Greater London, England vs Rotterdam Metro, Rotterdam, Netherlands
Beamish Tramway, Beamish Museum, Beamish, England vs Catbus/Nekobus, Sayama Hills, Saitama Prefecture, Japan (My Neighbor Totoro)
The New York City Subway system, New York City, NY, USA vs Corviknight Flying Taxi, Galar (Pokémon Sword and Shield)
Buenos Aires Underground (Subte), Autonomous City of Buenos Aires, Argentina vs Monte Toboggan, Funchal, Madeira, Portugal
The Stargate Network, throughout the Milky Way and Andromeda Galaxies (the Stargate franchise) vs the Deepsea Metro, Inkopolis Bay (Splatoon)
CAT, Perth, Western Australia vs SkyTrain, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Brolly Rail, Nevermoor (Nevermoor by Jessica Townsend) vs Métro Ligne 4, Paris, France
Tyne and Wear Metro, Tyne and Wear, United Kingdom vs the REM, Montreal, Quebec, Canada (upcoming)
Jeepney, the Philippines vs Sea Train, Water 7, connecting it with St. Poplar, San Faldo, and Pucci, as well as the Judicial Island Enies Lobby (One Piece)
The MTR, Hong Kong, PRC vs the Omnibus, New York, NY, USA (1832)
SeaBus, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada vs Wuppertaler Schwebebahn, Wuppertal, Germany
Ice Highway, the Nether Roof (Minecraft) vs Battle Subway, Unova (Pokémon Black and White)
WY Metro, West Yorkshire, United Kingdom vs Tunnelbana, Stockholm, Sweden
MRT (Moda Raya Terpadu/Mass Rapid Transit), Jakarta, Indonesia vs An Luas, Dublin, Ireland
RIPTA (Rhode Island public transit authority) (it’s buses), Rhode Island, USA vs Bakerloo Line, London Underground, London, England
Mount Vesuvius Funicular Railway, Mount Vesuvius, Italy (opened in 1880, destroyed by volcanic eruption in 1944) vs AquaBus, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Yarra Trams, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia vs SEPTA (southeast pennsylvania transportation authority), Pennsylvania, United States
Cable Cars, San Francisco, California, United States vs MAX Light Rail system, Portland, Oregon, United States
Amtrak, United States vs Fenelon Place Elevator, Dubuque, Iowa, United States
Ninky Nonk, Night Garden (In The Night Garden) vs Prague Metro, Prague, Czech Republic
Polar Bear Express, between Cochrane and Moosonee, Ontario, Canada vs the Crosstown Express, Robot City (Robots (2005))
Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority (the T), Greater Boston, Massachusetts, United States vs Worcester Regional Transit Authority, Worcester County, Massachusetts, United States
Kakola Funicular, Turku, Finland vs Angkutan Kota (Angkot), Indonesia
Galaxy Railways, the Milky Way (The Galaxy Railways (銀河鉄道物語, Ginga Tetsudō Monogatari)) vs The Ride, Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States
MST Trolley, Monterey, California, United States vs People Mover, Magic Kingdom, Walt Disney World, Florida, United States
Public Transit Victoria, Victoria, Australia vs Carmelit, Haifa, Israel
The L, Chicago, Illinois, United States vs Leadhills and Wanlockhead Railway, South Lanarkshire, Scotland
Personal Rapid Transit (PRT), Morgantown, West Virginia vs Helsingin seudun liikenne/Helsingforsregionens trafik/Helsinki Regional Transport, Helsinki, Finland
Gondolas, Venice, Italy vs the Trolley from the Trolley Problem (Philippa Foot came up with it originally, but in media it was also presented in "the good place")
Zahnradbahn Stuttgart (die Zacke), Stuttgart (Marienplatz to Degerloch), Baden-Württemberg, Germany vs Detroit People Mover, Detroit, Michigan, United States
Warp Pipes (Super Mario Bros.) vs SCMaglev, Yamanashi, Japan
Transport Canberra Bus Network, Canberra, Australia vs Stagways, Hallownest (Hollow Knight)
Roosevelt Island Tram, Roosevelt Island, New York, NY, United States vs NJ Transit (Northeast Corridor), New Jersey, United States
Sunrail, Orlando, Florida, United States vs Bay Area Rapid Transit, Bay Area, California, United States
Purple Route (Charm City Circulator), Baltimore, Maryland, United States vs Alderney Ferry (Halifax Transit), Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
Millennium Line, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada vs MARTA, Atlanta, Georgia, United States
Dual Mode Vehicle (DMV), Asa Coast Railway, Shikoku, Japan vs Lynton and Lynmouth Cliff Railway, Lynmouth, England, UK
Hovercraft, Portsmouth - Ryde, UK vs Funiculars, the Questionable Area (Psychonauts 2)
WildNorWester, Sodor (The Railway Series) vs Shinkansen, Japan
Métro de Paris, Paris, France vs Metro do Porto, Porto, Portugal
Deutsche Bahn, Germany vs UC Davis Unitrans Bus System, Davis, California
Vaporetti, Venice, Italy vs Harbour Bus, Copenhagen, Denmark
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