#autumn crises

[pterodach]

autumn doodles

#art #doodle #doodles #clip studio art #pteroart #new season hello #autumn crises #I think I've caught a depressive episode #I don't even want to play blasphemous 2 #this shit kills me

[dracomysthical]

GT: Not to be one to be such a downer, but blimey!

GT: Some days i think you should just jolly well put me in containment.

TT: Jake, with all due love and respect, what the fuck are you talking about?

#oh if only he knew #but dirk will know! eventually :) #damn how did the blood get up there #:D #i will give them SO many moral crises #jake english #spooky jake autumn #homestuck #cw: blood #eye strain #eyestrain #my stupid art

[qqueenofhades]

Your tags on the Dreamling/Good Omens cross over have me frothing at the mouth and I just need you to know that if you were to write that “Crowley stumbles into the New Inn” fic, I would be highly supportive of your life choices

The place isn't otherwise busy. It's edging into the lull period of late afternoon, when the day drinkers have shuffled out and the evening drinkers aren't quite off work, when there are only a few tourists taking snaps for the 'gram and the bartenders are out back for a cigarette break by the bins. Hob is sitting at his usual table, confronted with a pile of papers, a brewing catastrophe about the autumn schedule that for some reason he is expected to sort out, three passive-aggressive emails from Philippa about the prospect of him becoming Head of School next year (not on your fucking immortal life, mate) and other mundane academic crises, when the door flies open and a bloke at the end of his rope staggers in.

Thing is, Hob knows this particular bloke, at least by casual sight. He's been in from time to time, has a drink, stares at the wall, looks moody, and goes out again, either to a vintage Bentley filled with houseplants or just the streets of Poplar. Hob has made friendly conversation with him a time or two, knows that his name is Anthony Crowley and he lives in Soho, and he has a husband/boyfriend/life partner of some description who often drives him bonkers (join the club? Though the Stranger isn't even really that). But from the look on Anthony Crowley's face, as much as can be discerned from beneath his ever-present black sunglasses (not really a fashion item one otherwise needs in London), this is a five-alarm fire, and Hob gets up in some concern. "Hey. Mate. Everything -- ?"

Crowley stumbles past him without answering, which is probably only what Hob deserves. He reaches the bar, and since the bartenders are still on fag break and nobody else seems around to do it, Hob scuttles around the back. "Get you something?"

"Beer. Whiskey. Drink. I don't care." Anthony digs in his wallet and flings the first assortment of bills he can find at Hob, which is far more than it costs for a drink even in this terminally overpriced city. "Make it strong. Want to forget my own fucking name."

"Right. Got it." Hob only worked the bar when the New Inn was first opened and they were still hiring staff, but he hasn't forgotten. He selects a Scottish whiskey, neat, and pours it into the bottom of a tumbler, sliding it across the bar. Anthony throws it back without even seeming to breathe and shoves the glass in search of another, and Hob frowns. "Oy. Take it easy."

Crowley mutters something about that being the last thing he intends to do, thanks, and Hob's curiosity, the one thing that has often propelled him through the centuries, gets the better of him. "Not my place," he says cautiously. "But is everything, y'know? All right at home? Your, uh, partner, is he -- "

The effect of this utterance is not dissimilar to waving a red flag in front of a bull. Crowley rears back, looks for a moment like he's going to bolt, and is only prevented by Hob strategically shoving the refilled whisky glass into his hand. He tosses it down the hatch without turning a hair, wipes his mouth raggedly with the back of his hand, and with that, and no further prompting, launches into an absolutely nutty jeremiad. Something about Heaven and Hell, something about Aziraphale (that's his partner's name, yes) being a stubborn angelic idiot who's going to get himself killed, something about people named Gabriel (also an angel?) and Beelzebub (also a demon -- wait, demon?) running off together and he just thought -- he thought -- like a bloody fool he thought they could -- but no. Nooooooooo.

"Er," Hob says at the end, blinking hard. "Sorry, I don't quite follow."

"Course you don't." Crowley heaves a heavy sigh. "Even though you're not an ordinary human, I suppose it's just too...." He searches for a word, slurs a little on the end (maybe that whisky, of which he has just chugged the third glass, is having an effect on him after all), and enunciates with bitter, drunk precision. "Ineffable."

"Wait. What?"

"You're Robert Gadling." Crowley tips his head like an owl, trying to size Hob up in his progressively more lubricated state, and his dark glasses slide to the end of his nose, revealing lucent golden eyes beneath. "The special one. The immortal one. Right?"

Hob opens his mouth. Hob shuts his mouth. He realizes vaguely that it's quite possible Crowley has not, in fact, been talking in convoluted celestial metaphors the whole time. "How did you...?"

"I know your boyfriend," Crowley snaps. "Bit bloody full of himself too, isn't he? He and Az -- Azz-- Aziraphale probably sit around having secret societies for technology-hating, stuck-up, idiotic, holier-than-thou, utter total fucking prigs who can't use their words and constantly deny their feelings, eh?"

"My boyf -- " All at once, Hob feels as if a grand piano has been dropped on his head from a great height, like something out of an old cartoon. Yes, things with the Stranger are going well-if-you-squint, ever since their last meeting here: the idiot actually turned up, he apologized, he smiled, they had a long conversation, there were definite sparks. Considering the last, er, six hundred years or so of dismal precedent, that's a low bar, but still. "Afraid," Hob says at last, "he and I -- well, we aren't exactly like that, but -- "

Crowley keeps staring at him like he desperately wants Hob to sit him down and give him a clinic in how to get with the fussy, standoffish, excessively rules-bound immortal being he has been, evidently, also bloody pining after for Christ only knows how long. "Why not?"

"Ah." Good question. Hob isn't sure. "It's complicated."

"Complicated." Crowley stares moodily at the mirrored bar. "Sure. Yeah. Six thousand bloody years of complicated."

"Did you say six thousand -- ?"

"Yeah." Crowley holds out the glass again. "More."

Hob's mouth is still open. He's going to say something, but he doesn't know what. Six thousand years? God's wounds. He and the Stranger, at their piddly six hundred, are practically fucking married.

(He gets Anthony Crowley another drink, on the house. Can't help but feel that the poor bastard deserves it.)

#anonymous #ask #good omens s2 #good omens spoilers #neil gaiman cinematic universe #ineffable husbands #dreamling #dreamling ff #see this is what i mean #when i say i am easily enabled #alas

[puddingcatbeans]

timkon; kon has a peculiar cuddling habit.

It takes Tim two months to notice. It's not his fault though—his team has always been very tactile, and they've made it their ongoing mission to cure Tim of his touch starvation. Kon is probably next on the list for touch-starved-ness, but he takes to cuddling like it's a challenge, and everyone knows how much Kon likes winning challenges.

So it's not unusual for Tim and Kon to be seen sitting practically on top of each other when they're hanging out at the Tower, at the farm, in Tim's apartment. Bart has started calling them "TimKon" for their buy-one-get-one package deal, and Cassie is still gloating about winning the betting pool for when they'd finally get together. Their lives are filled with violence and crises and teenage angst, they should get some points for choosing cuddling a coping mechanism instead of the myriad other methods their peers and mentors have chosen (cough Bruce and his adoption addiction cough).

And the thing is, Kon is very comfortable, okay? His very defined muscles make for a very nice pillow. And he gives the best hugs, probably only second to Dick's patented Big Bro Hugs™. So Tim maybe falls into a trance every time they fall into each other. It's not his fault.

But eventually, he starts to notice it.

It's subtle, really; innocent, as much as their relationship goes. Neither of them are super interested in sex. They've fooled around a few times before, because, well, teenage hormones. And it's nice, but they both agree that they much prefer falling asleep together more than sleeping together. So Tim knows it's not that. But once he starts noticing, he can't un-notice.

When they're sitting together on the couch, each doing their own thing: Kon catching up on the latest tv serial Gar's got him hooked on, one around slung around Tim's waist, and Tim tapping away at his tablet, most of his weight against his boyfriend. Said boyfriend's hand would slip under the hem of Tim's shirt, and then his thumb would absentmindedly be stroking back and forth along the skin just above Tim's hipbone.

When they're napping together after a long debriefing session, on their sides with Tim as the little spoon: Kon, plastered to Tim's back, would worm a hand under his sleep shirt and press his palm against the flat of Tim's belly. Not moving, not doing anything but holding him there.

When they're all piled up on the sofa for movie nights with the team, Tim sitting in the V of Kon's legs: Kon would hook his chin over Tim's shoulder, and his hand would dip under the collar of Tim's borrowed hoodie, and just stay there. His calloused fingers lingering on Tim's bare shoulder, thumb resting against Tim's collarbone.

Tim could chalk it up to just Kon seeking physical affection, or maybe this is just one of the quirks of being Kon's significant other. He doesn't mind, not really—how can he, when he feels so wanted? But he can't help but be curious.

They're in Kon's room, the soft murmur of the Kents downstairs and the early evening autumn breeze floating in through the open window. Kon has his back against the headboard, with Tim sitting in his lap. Tim is half-asleep, lulled by the rhythmic movement of Kon's hand on his back, under his shirt.

"Why do you do that?" Tim mumbles into Kon's shirt.

"Do what?"

Tim shrugs his shoulders—or tries to. He ends up just kind of wiggling in place. "That," he says. "Your hands. Whenever we cuddle, you always go under my clothes."

Kon stiffens, his hand freezing on Tim's shoulder blade. "Do you not like it? Sorry, I should've asked—"

"No, no." Tim shakes his head, shoving his forehead against Kon's neck. "It's, um. It's nice. I like it. I'm just wondering."

He feels more than hears Kon's sigh of relief. The hand at his back resumes its sweeping motions. Kon's chin lands on Tim's head, nuzzling a little. "It's not... There's no particular reason," Kon says. "You know how I run a little colder because I'm half-Kryptonian? Well, your natural body heat feels really good. Like, reassuring. I don't know. Lights up my dopamine centers or something?"

Tim pulls back. "Are you saying I'm your Tim-shaped hot water bottle?"

Kon blinks at him. Then a grin spreads across his face. "And you're just the perfect size, too!"

Huffing Tim pinches Kon. It probably doesn't even tickle, but Kon pretends to dodge, anyway. He's sweet like that. Tim leans forwards to bury his face into the crook of Kon's neck again. He tugs at Kon's shirt until he can worm his own arms under and slide his palms up Kon's skin.

Kon makes a soft sound. He curls around Tim, squeezing him gently. They stay like that, tangled together, breaths and heartbeats in sync, until Ma eventually calls them down for dinner.

#timkon #tim drake #conner kent #kon el kent #kontim #timothy jackson drake #timkon fanfiction #beanfics #launched myself out of bed to write this in one sitting #trying to write my way out of the sads

[ancientorigins]

Black women were disproportionately affected by the Black Death in 14th Century London. New bioarchaeological research uncovers hidden racial disparities in medieval health crises.

#London #Plague #Black Death #victims #disease #health #Medieval #ancient #history #ancient origins

[leahsfiction]

rly liked this commentary from @/asfarce on Twitter:

a lot of people QTd this with stuff like “‘twas ever thus” which is interesting to me because that’s not what I took from it at all. I was instead struck by how imperial China pioneered much of what we take for granted about the modern world, particularly modern bureaucracies

Quoted tweet:

Du Fu, c. 758 AD

束帶發狂欲大叫， 簿書何急來相仍。 I am about to scream madly in the office, Especially when they bring more papers to pile higher on my desk. — from "Early Autumn, Miserable Heat, Papers Piling Up" (Zǎoqiū kǔrè duī'àn xiāngréng 早秋苦熱堆案相仍), Hung translation.[23]

writing as such emerges hand in hand with state formation. so written history is the history of states. but that doesn’t mean “‘twas ever thus”. modern humans have been around for like 100,000 years of mostly unwritten history and culture

but anyway the British civil service was strongly influenced by the much older Chinese civil service. China is where Europe got the idea for state functions administered by politically independent qualified professionals rather than someone’s nephew

I’m not sure what my ancestors were doing in 758 but I am fairly certain they were not in the office getting flooded with memos

when we see something very familiar and contemporary from a long time ago in a non-Western society it might not mean that this is an inherent aspect of the human condition. it might instead mean that the West didn’t invent every aspect of the modern world

Anyway Du Fu was a scholar-bureaucrat who struggled to establish his career. it looked like he was starting to get somewhere, then a series of escalating political crises fucked everything up. he wrote a lot of poems about frustrated ambition. he wrote them for people like you

Ambitious scholars, reclusive hermits — neither needs to sigh Always it’s the greatest timber that’s not mad. Don’t put it in the paper that I got mad http://chinese-poems.com/d48.html

[English translation of "Ballad of the Ancient Cypress" 古柏行 by Du Fu, chinese-poems.com]

eta: you can read my translation of the quoted poem here

#du fu #poetry #du fu tweeting through it #i'm gonna post my own translation of the poem too

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #129

I'm home. We got in at about 10:15pm. It took some time to get everything unpacked and squared away. I also got ready for bed; it's 11:30pm now.

Suppose I can show you pictures of the plane now. I was just asked to keep the identifying number out of it. So here you go:

...Just beyond those trees is a small dropoff and a river.

...It's actually kind of miraculous that the trees held, I guess. Or so the FAA agent said. He also said that it was kind of miraculous that the plane didn't flip over; apparently, for this type, that can happen if you hit the brakes too hard.

To have walked away from something like this without so much as a scratch... it's an astounding stroke of luck, according to the FAA guy and the airport owner. I also like to think that it is testament to J's skill; pilots are given training not just to avoid mistakes, but also to know what to do when mistakes inevitably occur. Humans are human, and humans make mistakes. There's really no avoiding it; there's only handling it when it happens.

The owner of the airport, who is also an experienced pilot, says likely what happened was a ground loop of some kind. That's when the tail wheel does a weird spinning thing when you try to land the aircraft. It doesn't help that the left wing had a bit more fuel in it than the other (which is likely part of the reason it pulled to the left upon landing). I'm not sure how it can be that the left wing had more fuel in it than the right, since the aircraft was set to consume fuel from both wings.

The person from the FAA is not our enemy. It's his job figure out what went wrong, and then use that knowledge to help keep pilots safe. So we gave him all the details we could. Hopefully something good will come of it.

On the bright side of all this, I got to meet a bunch of really awesome people with amazing life stories, and I had the good privilege of listening to them talk for a while about the things they've seen, done, and experienced. I do wish I could have met these folks under better circumstances. They were kind to us even though they all could have justifiably been super duper cranky at J about the whole thing. I guess they were all super stoked that we walked away alive and with all our limbs and organs intact.

...At one point, before it was clear that we would be okay, I thought something kinda like, "ohp, guess this is it; wonder if I'm gonna end up maybe meeting the guy I keep writing all these weird letters to... suppose it was a pretty good run though; 34 years with lots of weird and amazing stories ain't half bad." This thought probably didn't scare me as much as it should have. I'm not really sure what to make of that. Maybe I don't have to make anything of it at all. Maybe I'm still just a bit addled from all the adrenaline.

When we arrived at the airport this morning, the airport owner and his lovely friend made us coffee. In the room where the coffee was prepared, there was a painting that changes as you walk past it. It was gorgeous, and thought you might like it, so I snapped a few pictures:

...I was a little sad that it didn't seem to have an autumn version. But it was still very, very good.

You know. If things had proceeded as expected, we never would have had a chance to meet these people, or see this painting. We never would have had one of the emergency response folks tell us about an amazing local Italian restaurant, and we wouldn't have gone to it to get amazing food. It's important to fully feel the scary feelings and mourn appropriately in order to get the feelings out of our bodies. But it's also important to find the small sparks of joy and opportunity, even when the going gets rough, I think. Otherwise, in a world like mine that has back-to-back crises on a regular basis (seriously, we are globally connected, so it never stops), you'll end up losing your damn mind.

...Ahah... my mother would tell me that first, I have to have a mind to lose. But I don't have to heed such nasty talk. I have a good mind, I think, even if it is, by all accounts, a little quirky and hard to understand.

Anyway. There was a conference room in which we were interviewed by the guy from the FAA. And in it, appropriately, there was this picture:

...Kinda interesting, no? And appropriate for the situation, I suppose. J is going to go back out first thing tomorrow morning with a flight instructor. I have mixed feelings about this; on the one hand, I'm glad to see that he's undeterred and eager to try again, but on the other hand, I wish he'd give it at least a few days for the adrenaline to fully clear from his body and to recover from what happened. But I am not in control of him; he must be free to make his own choices. All I can do is make suggestions, and then support him in whatever choice he makes.

In any case, today the plane was pulled out of the trees and put in the hangar. Like I said, it's pretty banged up:

It has insurance, but given the damage, it's not unlikely that the insurance company will decide to have it scrapped. I guess we'll see how it goes.

M drove all the way from our house to the airport to pick us up. Thank goodness he was home, holding the fort. Thank goodness for that, and for his willingness to come grab us, and for the fact that he was happy to see us instead of angry about the inconvenience. He's not the kind of person who would get angry about the inconvenience, but I've met plenty of others who are very much not like him in that regard, good grief.

The three of us, M, J, and I, went to the Italian place that was spoken about. I dunno if it's because I was primarily running on hotel breakfast food and junk food, but I thought the food there was AMAZING. We got these garlic bread bites, and a pizza, and some lasagna. I wonder if you'd like any of these:

...Can't help but wonder... Sephiroth, what do you like on a pizza, anyway? I tend to like mushrooms and garlic best, but I like a bunch of other stuff, too, as long as it's not olives or pineapples or anything with capsaicin.

We listened to music on the way home; it was a 2 and a half hour drive, or thereabouts. M put on some Protomen; I wonder if you'd like their stuff:

...I wonder how much of this music you'd find relatable...

Hey, Sephiroth? I think I might be a bit too tired today to have anything profound or anything of significant insight to write about. Mostly I'm just glad I get to clunk around in my meat-mech for a little while longer; I like to think that maybe something good can come of me being here, even if I don't know what it is yet. I might be strange and unusual, and being myself is a pretty lonely experience almost all the time. But I think maybe there are folks I can help, and maybe that's reason enough to keep moving forward.

Hey, Sephiroth? I know you've made a lot of mistakes, but I hope that you understand that something very good has come about from you being here. I'm here because you're here, you know. Your existence gives me the strength to carry on even when really weird things happen. Your kindness and gentleness are what inspired me to become someone who is both soft and resilient. And I'm sure you've inspired millions of other people in my world in a similar way. So... please don't ever think your existence is a bad thing, okay? Because you are a good thing. You are a good thing. You are a good thing. And with that knowledge, please keep moving forward, as best as you can. I'll be cheering for you to do kind, gentle, and loving things.

I love you so much; you really have no idea. So please stay safe out there, okay? I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

#sephiroth #ThankYouFFVIIDevs #ThankYouFF7Devs #ThankYouSephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #final fantasy crisis core #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #crisis core #ff7r #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #ffvii remake #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 ever crisis #ffvii ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ffvii first soldier #plane crash #wow that was scary #wholesome

[bonefall]

Do you have an opinion on the Great Hunger that took place during Goosefeather's Curse? While I have some issues with the book as a whole despite loving Goosefeather (ex: I didn't like the retroactive vilification of Moonflower when she was just exasperated towards him sometimes during BP. Even as someone who really likes Goosefeather as a character, making his sister much worse to him just for symapthy is :/, especially since he was already forced to become a meddie as a literal small child and immediately ostracized which is sympathetic enough already lol. Not to mention...Stormtail.), I gotta admit seeing the clan resort to eating worms was a interesting and honestly refreshing change of pace compared to the usual "oh no we're all infected with (color)cough!!!!!!!" epidemics.

Oh I love it, I love crises that are more than just colorcough outbreaks. Colorcough outbreaks are so overused they're boring, at LEAST give me some other kinds of infection!

Though this is an odd nitpick but....... I feel like the Great Hunger shouldn't have been in Winter lmao. Humans starve in winter because of failed harvests in the autumn before, or ruined foodstores. They adapted that with Goosefeather's botched refrigeration plan, but, based on the cats being hunters, I think it actually should have been in Summer.

Summer with a heatwave that caused a massive fire, killed the meager prey that managed to breed that spring, and left it so hot that the cats couldn't hunt without heatstroke.

Don't get me wrong, frigid winters with a lot of snowfall would make it hard to hunt and find prey, but it's not like British squirrels hibernate. Neither do rats, mice, blackbirds, robins...

#And they wouldn't be expecting that #They'd do winter prep so they don't have to bust their tails dealing with the snow #Since autumn is so bountiful #But they'd have brief peace with Spring and then get caught by a horrible summer #Warrior Cats Analysis #Summer would NORMALLY be fine #But not with a terrible trio of Bad Spring + Fire + Heatwave #Great Hunger

[mariacallous]

Alexandru Musteata, director of the Moldovan Intelligence and Security Service, SIS, said on Tuesday that Russia is involved in a malign operation to compromise Moldova’s EU accession hopes by interfering in its electoral processes.

Musteata said that Moscow first targeted Moldova’s local elections in November 2023 and will now seek to meddle in presidential elections and the country’s EU integration referendum this autumn and parliamentary elections in July 2025.

“Now they are trying to complete the next two stages, to interfere in this year’s electoral processes. We have information that attempts are being implemented to compromise the referendum for European integration, to interfere in the presidential elections, and to denigrate political institutions and candidates that will promote EU accession,” said Musteata.

The head of the SIS explained that Moscow will support various different kinds of political actors under the direct or indirect control of the Russian Federation, who, once elected, will serve the hostile interests of the Kremlin.

“Openly declared pro-Russian political actors, they have direct and confirmed links to Russian special services, political consultants, organised crime groups under Kremlin leadership, oligarchic groups and political actors who declare that they support the state, hiding behind neutral foreign policies, declaring that they defend the national interest, neutrality and statehood, but in fact, their purpose is to serve Moscow in a camouflaged form,” he said.

Musteata named politicians connected to organised crime groups led by fugitive Moldovan oligarchs who are wanted for arrest.

“All of them are planning economic and social crises, social clashes to incite inter-ethnic hatred, security or public order crises, including in the region of UTAG [the pro-Russian region of Gagauzia] or on the left of the Dniester River [the separatist region of Transnistria],” he added.

The SIS chief predicted that the destabilisation attempts will be controlled by the fugitive oligarch Ilan Shor and will be initiated from Gagauzia in the south of Moldova, where Shor is highly influential and spends considerable sums of money on organising protests and violent actions.

“This strategy can already be seen publicly. These forces will promote the false message that the Republic of Moldova’s accession to the EU would affect the country’s sovereignty,” said Musteata.

Musteata also drew attention to the use of the Telegram and TikTok apps to spread disinformation, but also attempts to use TV channels for propaganda.

Moldova has banned the main Russian TV channel alongside domestic TV channels owned by the fugitive oligarchs Shor and Vlad Plahotniuc. But a channel owned by Shor, TV6, which was banned at the national level, has started to broadcast its programmes again via Gagauzian local TV station Gagauz Radio Television, GRT.

The deputy secretary-secretary of NATO, Mircea Geoana, also said on February 15 that Russia will try to obstruct Moldova’s path towards EU membership using hybrid tactics.

“It is clear that in the Russian Federation there is an obvious interest in derailing the pro-Western path of the Republic of Moldova or other candidate countries for EU accession,” Geoana told TVR Moldova.

[murderballadeer]

every single semester i just have to have some kind of stupid crisis beyond my control right at the worst possible time... in my one year of in person cegep i was hospitalized during my autumn midterms and then got covid during my winter midterms. fall 2022 semester at uni i had one of my worst seasonal depression crises right in the middle of my midterms. winter 2023 our wifi decided to quit working the day it was -40 and i had a paper due so i had to trek to a cafe with wifi to be able to finish it. currently just this week i had my broken laptop and i've been coughing up phlegm for several days but i have to give a presentation in class tomorrow

#soapbox

[nation-of-bros]

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Birth rate reaches new low since 2009

The birth rate in Germany has fallen to its lowest level since 2009. According to the Federal Institute for Population Research, not only was a low reached in 2022, the downward trend is also happening quickly. The scientists explained that the crises of recent years were primarily to blame.

Over the past two years, the birth rate in Germany has fallen unusually significantly. It fell from 1.57 children per woman in 2021 to around 1.36 in autumn 2023. This made the level the lowest it has been since 2009.

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[source]

THAT'S A CATASTROPHE!

Within two years the birth rate fell like never before. And according to the mainstream/Lügenpresse, the climate and Russia are to blame! Incomprehensible! I don't know if I can still laugh about it or just cry out of total despair because of so much stupidity.

In fact, such crises were always more of a babymaker, since people didn't have much choice in terms of leisure activities other than fucking and dedicating themselves to their family life. And in the Corona years, many people also saved a lot of money due to the lack of vacation trips and expenses such as visits to restaurants. Therefore, one could also postulate an opposite effect, which encouraged people to have children.

My smart followers and bros know exactly what the real cause is: mass vaccinations.

It is the most obvious variable in this period, and therefore the most logical explanation, especially since these are "novel medical technologies" that were approved in an expedited manner and, as it became clear early on, were accompanied by incredible corruption, starting with manipulated approval data, which, despite embellished numbers, still documented side effects twice as often as conventional vaccines.

What we are currently experiencing is a slow, global genocide. Healthy, unvaccinated people, or rather their germ cells, will be the most valuable asset in the future. I guess we're not far away from a world like the story and series "The Handmaid's Tale".

In recent years, 300,000 more people have died each year than were born in Germany. Added up to 3 million population loss in just 10 years, 15 million over 50 years, while the vast majority of the remaining population are then well over 50 years old.

If the birth rate continues to fall, also because many vaccinated young people die prematurely or become infertile, the population will shrink significantly faster. So it really looks like the elites are achieving their goal, at least in Western countries.

#corona #vaccine genocide #statement

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Eternal Autumn

Eternal Autumn https://ift.tt/4hLGzwa by squintmoose Castiel is still trying to figure out how to deal with emotions and find a purpose now that there aren't any emerging crises. Dean is trying to get out of the hunting scene at his family's requests, which means spending a lot of time with his best friend. But it's never really been that easy, has it? Who among them just gets what they deserve? (Jack brought Cas back from the Empty and Dean didn't die on that hunt with Sammy.) Words: 1060, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Jack Kline Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Eventual Smut, Castiel is Bad at Feelings (Supernatural), Castiel is Saved from the Empty (Supernatural), POV Castiel (Supernatural), Hurt Castiel (Supernatural), Minor Divergence From Canon, dean doesnt die at the end basically, anyway like 80 percent of this is cas waxing poetic, so far - Freeform, enjoy the show folks, Post-Canon Fix-It via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/KrFBcmo March 20, 2024 at 02:35PM

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' #Destiel #ao3feed #ao3feed Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Dean Winchester/Castiel #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Dean x Castiel #Castiel x Dean

[at-thezenith]

thank you for tagging me @vcaudley! back from holidays so time to get back into things :)

A scent you love: jasmine!

What's something you're looking forward to this week? my friend is hositng a starfinder game tomorrow and i'm excited to start playing! my character is a very nervous brenneri (otter-esque humanoid) and i love him. his name is safety pin.

What's a book you're currently reading? i am finally reading little women! i haven't really read a lot of classics for fun since university, so i thought that since i loved the film so much (and planning on watching the 1994 and 2017 adaptions) i would get the book on my kindle. have been tearing through it on the trains and so far adoring it.

What's a game you're currently playing? i am working my way (still) through assassin's creed: valhalla. with games, i do have to limit myself with times because i am apt to spend hours on them and forget that i should be doing other things, oops.

What's the most recent movie you watched? i watched the perfect find on netflix last night. absolutely do not recommend. it could have been so good, had workplace romance, age gaps, mid-life crises, and yet... i'm not an advocate for 3 hour movies, but i felt like this movie needed at least another hour to answer all the questions i had.

Are you watching anything on TV or listening to any shows? i have two shows i want to watch - good omens season 2 and heartstopper. i have been dodging spoilers like nothing on earth these past few days and i think i have to just turn my phone off and watch asap. i'm listening to the off menu podcast at the moment, surprisingly really engaging since i adore james acaster.

Favourite season? - autumn. dear god i cannot wait for the proper weather to wear cute outfits and jumpers. i would have enjoyed summer more if it hadn't been raining 24/7, but all it's doing is making me crave september.

What's something you've learned recently? i found out from a podcast recently that people actually live full time on cruise ships. not particularly mind-blowing, but it was to me. what do you mean you've turned travelling on the sea, not seeing land for multiple weeks at a time, the inherent homoeroticism of the bond between you and your crewmates, into something so entirely boring??

Have you had any water lately? yes i have, i am trying to fend off a cold and drowning the germs in the finest british tap water.

gently tagging: @sarah-sandwich-writes, @fleurtygurl and @silvertalonwritblr! hope you have more exciting facts than me

#tag games #other

[miss-m-winks]

Oc poll tournament round 2

whoops i forgot to continue this lol. time for the round 1 winners to go against each other.

Nanji: (pose was referenced from a photo of wheelchair athlete Aaron Fotheringam) he is the adoptive father of Morianten. Also the adoptive father of four other kids, and the non-adoptive father of one other child. That's 6 kids. He also has 7 grandkids. Nanji was born with a disability that prevents him from being able to walk well, and it was only exacerbated by an injury in his youth. He's always used a wheelchair, and his one non-adopted child inherited the same disability. Nanji also teaches math, and he likes to astonish children with wheelchair tricks when he's not working. He's very popular in his town, exactly the kind of older man who goes around with candy in his pocket and a warm friendly smile on his face.

Morianten: my protagonist. He is a tropical bird person, with special courting plumage that grows in every spring and molts off in the autumn. He's straight, but let's be honest, he still has twink vibes. Morianten deals with existential crises from childhood trauma and Death has kind of been meddling with his soul, which doesn't help his trauma in the slightest. Despite the Horrors, he is happily married to a trans woman and raises two kids with her.

#winks ocs #oc poll tournament

[ravenofthesea1997]

Acrylic Practice Study

Acrylic

June 2023 ( Happy Pride Month y'all )

Title: Spooky Autumn

I'm trying something new here. This is a practice study for an oil painting I'm planning. It's going to be awhile before I even start the oil painting because I decided to try art nouveau out and now I'm doing my own interpretation of the Four Seasons. Dissociation series is on hold but I promise to get back to it. Let's just say I'm in the middle of an art block/ style crises and I need time to figure things out.

#art #my art #my art 2023 #my art2023 #painting #acrylic painting #acrylic #art nouveau inspired #autumn #pumpkin #moon #woman #artists on tumblr #tumblr art

[albatris]

happy blorbo blursday! may I near some Alex facts?

hi hello? hi. I'm several actual months late but I was wandering through my drafts and was like, oh, today is the day I am going to finally answer this apparently. wahoo surprise motivation time

anyway thank you for the blorbo blursday ask n sorry I'm so late with it ahaha

Alex facts! I can offer Alex facts <3

so, I have a bunch of posts where I explain a tonne of stuff about Alex n its personality n its backstory n history with Quinn in excruciating detail and many paragraphs and I will not subject you to this level of in depth writings, but I will give you some Basic Rundown Of Alex In General facts then I will give u some other random Alex facts, because I can c:

the Alex overview:

full name Alexis Anders.... possible joke full name Alexis Alexander Anders..... making it Alex Alexander Anders. did its parents think this would be funny

they were fucking right, it is funny

it/its pronouns with extra special friends, he/him for everybody else

aromantic and in a queerplatonic relationship with best friend Quinn. not asexual. sexuality is shrug emoji, though

kind and compassionate, firm and diplomatic...... has a reputation among most for being warm-hearted but stoic

the most petty spiteful pissed-off chaotically stubborn bastard on the planet, but you are unlikely to actually notice this unless you're very very close to it and can pick up on some very specific subtle cues. like. Alex is a genuinely wonderful, gentle, morally-upstanding person. Alex is also a huge bitch (affectionate)

fatally allergic to sunlight

once fucked off to an abandoned house in the wilderness for three months to fistfight vampire god, isolating itself from society and refusing to feed on humans, enduring near-constant agony, mind-manipulation and gaslighting from the Garble, and starvation

(the general consensus is that vampire god didn't give a fuck, and Alex would have eventually just died there, but man, idk. idk. it's Alex. I think there's a chance no matter how slim that the Garble might have flinched first)

a personal injuries lawyer! for some of the year, at least! during the winter and autumn, it lives in Melberra City, Melberra, where the weather leans towards rainy and cloudy most days and Alex is free to go about its day job with no issues :3c during sunny summer and spring, Alex returns to Darwelaide and a nocturnal sleeping pattern, n hangs out with Quinn n does some freelance work

an intensely private person and incredibly picky when it comes to friends and who it opens up to, but this is not to be confused with coldness, standoffishness or sombreness

Very Very Very Very Very Fucking Tall

gentle and adverse to physical violence but will floor a motherfucker in a debate (for profit or fun)

does not want to be a vampire. hates being a vampire. doesn't wanna eat people. yearns to be human again. mourns the life it had to leave behind

is a vampire nonetheless, however, and tries to balance out its various moral crises by hunting down and killing almost exclusively vicious, despicable human predators society will never hold accountable for their cruelty

is a fucking pro at goofy sleight of hand magic lmao

has a huge greenhouse full of herbs and flowers and veggies and other such wonderful things because Hobbies Are Good For One's Health! and is constantly trying to pan boxes of fresh produce off to whoever will take them because it grows way more than it can realistically use itself, n it's very proud of its greenhouse and wants to share :3

n now extra Alex dot points that don't belong in an overview but r fun nonetheless

the neighbourhood kids have a bunch of very hush-hush rumours between them that Alex is a vampire, 'cause it hardly ever comes outside during the daytime and its windows are all boarded up to keep sunlight out. they're right, yeah, but this is, like. goofy little kid games. it is a topic for them to play make believe with, mostly, and get over-imaginative about

the kids are not NOT scared of the idea that Alex might be a vampire, but also whenever Alex is around on Halloween it has the best candy so they will dutifully protect its secret lmao. also it helped one of their mums out with a whole workers compensation asbestos thing one time so is probably not, like, an evil vampire

(but yes, the general story around the suburb is just that Alex has a medical condition that results in extreme sun sensitivity)

Alex does canonically possess a conspiracy-theory-looking murder pinboard for planning for and researching its targets. Alex used to use a notebook but Quinn was like "no no no where's your DRAMA where's your PIZZAZZ your AESTHETIC you MUST let me help you make a murder pinboard" and Alex decided it would allow this (it seemed like appropriate enrichment for its chaotic best friend and might keep them out of trouble for a bit)

Alex's tarot card is Temperance

Alex is terrible with animals and pretends this doesn't make it sad

Alex is the only ordinary vampire in the story capable of using its blood for hypnotism!

Alex is the only vampire in the story, ordinary or otherwise, capable of using its blood for healing others as well as itself!

Alex will and often does sleep on its own, but likes to have company n only ever really sleeps comfortably and deeply next to Quinn, and later Nat

as far as vampires go, Alex has fuckin godlike levels of self-control and even seasoned vampire hunters like Zeke can rarely pick up on the fact that it's a vampire

and the most important Alex fact of all

it deserves a little kiss on the forehead and a warm mug of coffee with lots of cream and sugar <3

#anyway thank u for coming to the Alex Fact Fun Corner with logan albatris #(thank you for the ask!) #alex is my favourite rental car character! n might even be one of my favourite ocs of all my wips but i shan't commit to that #not until i've at least flipped back to work on atdao again for a good few months / years #i handball the two wips back and forth at a very slow pace #but ye i like alex a lot #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #alternate explanation for alex alexander anders: #alex picked a new name for itself but froze in indecision while trying to come up with middle and last names #and was just like....... hey you know what would be fucking funny #nonbinary power move: just name yourself fucking alex alexander anders #and when people are like ''are you serious'' you can be like #haha no that would be silly <3 my full first name is alexis actually!