#shut up kelci

[josephtrohman]

mcr fans talk about fob the way that dog ppl talk about cats, and fob fans talk about mcr the way that cat ppl talk about dogs. and what i mean by that is that mcr fans have to be like “fall out boy sucks and they’re evil and have never had a good song and their singer isn’t talented and the lyrics don’t make sense” and fob fans are like “idk mcr has just never been my thing :)”

#like girl we don’t have to be enemies but you’re making us into enemies #fob fans we’re too nice it’s time to be mean now. we’ve earned it #and if we ever do get spicier than that we get like anhiliated by mcr fans. lmfao #obviously this is a generalization shout-out to my moderate mcrtuals #and shoutout to moderate dog ppl too i guess but yeah #shut up kelci #my post

[halosluvchild]

no one in the sports world is going to shut up about the kelcie brothers now and it's going to make me want to shoot myself

#which brother is going to get their second ring first #who are the parents rooting for #whoose going to have a better game #SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP #football #*note to self dont rely on divisional rival to do you a personal favor

[hockeywhhores]

outlaw- m. tkachuk

Matthew Tkachuk x f!Reader

warnings~ swearing, miscommunications, alcohol consumption 

summary~ The wags don’t really like you, what happens when they decide to stir shit up? 

genre~ pre-established relationship, angst 

word count~ 3K

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remember that this is all fiction! I don’t think any of them would actually act like this! 

Matthew knew of the reputation that preceded him. His nickname was Chucky, for god’s sake. Having such an evil reputation never bugged him off the ice until he met you. You never made him feel bad for the way he acted, in fact you were always defending him. Social media was not kind to him, and when you started dating him, social media also turned on you. Nasty tweets were always being thrown your way, but you just let it all roll off your shoulders. Your stubbornness always drew in Matthew. He loved how you didn’t take shit from anyone. Yet it messed with him, because he knew you were only taking all this shit because of him.

“Babe, I’m done getting ready!” you hollered from down the hall. Effectively pulling Matthew from his thoughts while he was semi-watching some sports channel. He heard your heels on the hardwood floor first, then he saw the mini sparkly black dress you were wearing. The dress was something you bought a couple months ago, but it still took his breath away whenever he saw it. It hugged you in all the right places, and the neckline plunged perfectly, catching the roundness of your boobs. “Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” He gaped at you like a fish, and you just laughed.

“You look gorgeous.” Matthew finally found words, but still didn’t think they were strong enough.

“You look handsome as always.” you smirked back, looking him up and down. Matthew was wearing a black t-shirt that captured how big his arm muscles were. His jeans also made his ass look great.

“How did I ever get you?” he rhetorically asked. You just shrugged and then grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the house. He locked the door, and you went down the elevator and to his car. The drive was perfectly fine with the radio station playing all the right songs with little ads.

The flames had their longest rest period of the season, so a lot of the guys were out tonight with their wives. You talked with one wife, before making your way to the actual bar. Matthew had made it up there before you and had already ordered. They served your drinks to you quickly. Then you dragged Matthew to the dance floor. You were moving your body against his, and just having a good time. Dancing like that for a couple more songs before you had to go to the bathroom. You tried to make your trip to the bathroom quick, but slowed when you heard some wag. The voice sounded like Katie’s, talking about you and Matthew. You kept hidden in the stall, trying to hear everything before you showed yourself.

“I don’t get what they see in each other.” Katie’s high-pitched voice was bouncing off the walls. “I mean, she looks like a slut, and he has some major anger issues.”

“I know right, did you see the dress she was wearing?” the second voice sounded like Jessica’s. “And how she was dancing on him. Doesn’t she know he is just going to leave her? I bet they will only last one more month, and then they are done.”

“With his track record, give it another week and he will be onto the next girl that will spread her legs for him.” Katie’s voice sounded off. You were sick of hearing what they were saying and showed yourself. You stepped out of the stall, and their heads snapped in your direction. You just smiled too sweetly and went to wash your hands.

“I would suggest you make sure you’re alone before you talk shit about other people.” You happily informed them.

“Why should we? You know we’re right. You just can’t admit to yourself. Matthew will never change his fuckboy ways for a girl like you.” Jessica was the brave one and spoke on her and Katie’s behalf.

“I’m not trying to change him, because he doesn’t need changed. So I suggest you shut your mouths, or at least know what you are talking about before speaking.” you walked out before they could say anything else. You went back over to Matthew, who was now sitting at the table talking with his teammates. You waved at him, and whoever he was talking to, then went to the bar to get something stronger. The bartender served you the shots you ordered, and then you went to go sit with Matthew. You would not let them ruin your night. Johnny talked with you, while Matthew continued his conversations with Mark.

“This season is getting crazy! It feels as if we have no rest time.” Johnny confessed to you. You nodded your head in agreement.

“It feels like that, because it is. You get like half a night to rest, before another practice or game.” you agreed with him.

“Hey, Isn’t that Chucky’s ex?” You heard Katie asked. You didn’t even realize that she was back at the table. Nevertheless, Matthew’s ex, Kelcie, was at the bar talking with the bartender. With her showing up and the conversation you had with them in the bathroom, you suspected them of inviting her. Matthew’s head snapped towards the bar, and you felt yourself stiffen. You had no hard feelings towards Kelcie. She was actually really nice to you whenever you had previously talked.  

“Let's invite her over.” you suggested. Matthew was the one to stiffen at your suggestion. “Hey! Kelcie! Come sit with us!” you hollered at her. She heard you and came over. “How are you?” you asked in a sickly sweet tone. Patting the chair next to you, showing for her to sit down.

“I’ve been doing well. How is everyone else? The season looked good, but I bet you are all ready for the offseason.” Kelcie politely sat down.

“I’ve heard you kept busy, Kelcie.” Katie was the one to speak up in the awkwardness. “Does last Saturday ring a bell?”

“No. Last Saturday didn't ring a bell.” Kelcie looked genuinely confused.

“I heard you and Matthew had a nice dinner together.” Katie insisted. You felt Matthew to go stiff as a board, and you knew it was true. You quirked up your eyebrow, showing your interest in the conversation.

“We just had dinner and a glass of wine.” Kelcie quickly threw out. You looked back at Matthew sitting on your other side. He was already looking at you with guilty eyes.

“If you say it was just dinner, I believe you.” you concluded. “Sorry Katie, if you want me gone, you are going to have to try a lot harder.” If it was just dinner, then Matthew wouldn’t have lied about who he was having dinner with, but you would not let Katie win.

“I think we better get going, y/n” Matthew grabbed the back of your arm, pulling you out of your seat.

“Bye everyone! Kelcie, we need to grab some lunch soon!” You shouted out before Matthew could get you far enough away. “Why are we leaving, Chucky?” you asked, your voice as sharp as a knife. He just led you to the car. “If it was just dinner you didn’t have to lie to me.” you mumbled out.

Matthew was silent throughout the entire drive. The radio wasn’t even playing, and you were getting increasingly more worried. Why wasn’t he answering you? You were never so happy to see his apartment complex. No one said anything until you made it inside his apartment.

“Matthew, you have to fucking talk to me.” you finally got out. He now has no reason not to talk. “I thought you were going to stop fucking around. Please tell me you have.” you pleaded with him, tearing welling up in your eyes.

“I stopped fucking around.” Matthew finally answered you. “I can’t tell you why I was going to dinner with her right now. I just need your trust.”

“You need my trust? You do not have the most trustworthy reputation. Why can’t you just tell me?” you were now letting the tears fully fall.

“I just can’t tell you right now.” Matthew signed out.

“I think I need to be alone tonight.” you sadly huffed out.

“Please don’t leave. I just need some time.” Matthew now was the one pleading with you.

“I just need some time, Matthew. I need tonight to myself. Now I am going to take an Uber, and you will not show up at my apartment, until I can get my head together.” you explained. “I was happily proving all the wags wrong, and then you throw this shit at me.” Matthew nodded in understanding, and you got the notification the car you ordered was ready out front. You left with a ‘see you later.’ Not being in the talking mood and your driver understanding that, you kept to just listening to the radio.

You were exhausted when you opened the door to your apartment. It was cold inside and felt slightly foreign. You hadn’t been there in at least a week, choosing to just stay at Matthew’s. Quickly getting ready for bed, you didn’t waste any time getting into your queen sized bed. You didn’t sleep well at all. You missed Matthew’s cuddles and getting warm from his body heat. You even missed having something to wake up to, besides an empty bed. Tossing and turning you decided you should check your phone since putting it on do not disturb. You had a couple social media notifications, and some text from Johnny, Mark, and even Kelcie.

“It really was just dinner.” Kelcie had texted you.

“Matthew loves you, he is always telling us so. Please, just trust him.” Mark’s message read.

“I don’t know what the fuck happened tonight, but I am so sorry for the way the girls treated you. Matthew loves you. Just hear him out.” Johnny’s message was the last one you read.

Bursting out in tears, you couldn’t believe what happened tonight. You did nothing wrong to the wives. Why did they hate you? You ended up crying yourself to sleep and woke up way past noon. The sun was already set high in the sky, and you have to force yourself out of your bed. Making yourself ‘breakfast’ and turning on the TV. You were skipping through channels, stopping when you saw Matthew doing a pre-game interview on Sportsnet. The Flames had an early, one time game against the Oilers, and then they were off to Montréal to play the Canadians. You honestly didn’t know if you were going to talk to him before he left.

Deciding to go against your brain, you sent him a quick ‘good luck’ text before shutting your phone back off. You had some work to do, and just let the game go on in the background. Cleaning your kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom, before working on some spreadsheets you had taken home from work. You didn’t check your phone for the rest of the day, staying busy with work. The Flames ended up winning, and you got the horn sound through your TV. You still smiled when the camera zoomed into Matthew hugging his teammates.

When you turned your phone on the following day, you went out of your way to avoid all text messages from anyone that was associated with the Flames or Matthew. You just wanted to get through work and come home to have a bubble bath with some wine. And you did just that. You tried not to take too many breaks at work, because when you did all you could think about was Matthew. When you made it home and got into that bubble bath you’ve been dreaming of all day, you couldn’t help and think about how Matthew would hold you as you both bathed together. You pushed all those thoughts away, and slipped into the bath, letting the warmth of the water comfort you. You went to bed early and only ever looked at your messages when you needed to text one of your coworkers.

The next day was like Groundhog Day, where Billy Murray’s days repeated. You felt like a zombie. Work went as normal and you even got done early and could head back to your apartment an hour early. This was the last series of hockey games for the season. The Flames weren’t going into the offseason, but you were still proud of Matthew, anyway. You quickly texted Matthew a quick ‘good luck.’ He always said that was his good luck charm. Saying that he just plays better after getting that text. And who were you to mess up his game? You didn’t read any of the text he had sent you and watched the pre-game interviews. You weren’t paying too much attention until Matthew’s voice came out of your speakers.

“We have Matthew Tkachuk with us!” the reporter excitedly cheered out. “How are you doing, Matthew?”

“I’m doing fine, how about you guys?” Matthew answered back.

“We are doing alright! What are you doing to get ready for this game?” the reporter was just asking him generic questions.

“Well, I’m just doing everything I usually do.” Matthew seemed a little uninterested, but kept the interview going.

“Do you have anything planned for the offseason?” This question sparked your interest.

“Yeah, I hope to be spending it with my beautiful girlfriend.” Matthew conceded. The interview was over quickly, and you couldn’t stop thinking about Matthew. You did really miss him. The Flames schedule was two games back to back, a rest day, and then the last game. Matthew had told you before that they were planning on flying home right after the last game.

The days were separated by how you spent your night. One night you went out to dinner with a coworker, another night you spent going to the movies alone, and the other two were spent trying new dinners recipes. When you tried the new red pepper pasta dish, you caught yourself thinking about how Matthew would like it, and how you should make it for him sometime. After you couldn’t get him off your mind, you spent the night crying about how much you missed Matthew. Without thinking, you checked the messages Matthew had previously sent you:

I love you.

Please don’t leave me.

Would you be willing to meet with me at my apartment tomorrow night? I have something I need to confess.

Nothing bad, I promise.

I really love you.

My mom misses you, and I do too.

You chuckled a bit at the last text. Before you could chicken out, you texted Matthew saying that you would go to his apartment after work. He answered back quickly, saying how he missed you and couldn’t wait to come clean. You didn’t sleep too well that night. Your brain was just stuck thinking about what Matthew could have to tell you.

The morning came too soon, and so did your alarm. You thought about calling in sick, but thought better of it. The morning was the same as any other, and you went to your plain-old job. Today your boss swamped you with work, meaning you would have to work a little later than you had planned. You rushed over to Matthew’s after you finished your last spreadsheet. You were definitely driving over the speed limit in some zones, but you just wanted to get to Matthew’s apartment. When you came to his door, you didn’t know if to knock or not. You haven’t knocked on his door in what felt like forever. You thought it would be better to knock, and Matthew opened the door in record time. “Sorry I got caught up at work.”

“No, you're right in time. I just finished making some dinner.” Matthew waved you off.

“You made dinner? Oh, no.” you chirped him, and he laughed. It felt good to hear him laugh.

Dinner was fantastic. He made chicken with some vegetables on the side. Conversation was easy between you guys; it always has been. Matthew told you stories of what happened during the road trip, and you told him what you have been up to.

After eating, Matthew became really serious. “Give me a minute, and I’ll explain everything.” After that, he left the dining room and went to his bedroom. You had moved into the living room and waited patiently for him to come back. When he did, he asked you to turn around, and you followed his directions. “Turn around.” he whispered.

Matthew was on one knee, with a ring box open in his hands, “Will you marry me?”

“I need some answers before I can give you an answer.” you admitted.

“I’ll tell you everything.” Matthew begged.

“Why did you lie about having dinner with Kelcie?” you questioned

“She was helping me plan a more romantic proposal, but I kinda ruined the plan.” Matthew explained. “Nothing ever happened between us. I lied because I didn’t want you to ask why I was going to see her. I just wanted things to be perfect.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” you asked.

“I wanted to wait until after the season where we could have some time to ourselves.” he explained.

“Ask me again.” you demanded.

“Ask you what?”

“Ask me to marry you again, Doofus.” you chuckled.

“Oh, um. Will you marry me y/n?” Matthew questioned nervously.

“Yes!” you gladly said. Matthew sprung up and slid the diamond ring on to your finger. You kissed him passionately.

“You don’t know how excited my mom is going to be.” Matthew sighed. “She loves you. I think she almost flew out, when I told her what I did.” You just chuckled.

“I love you, Matthew, but never fucking do that to me again.” you said.

“I promise to never do that to you again. You stole my heart, future Mrs. Tkachuk.” Matthew whispered in your ear. The night turned out better than you expected. You couldn’t be more excited to show your ring to everyone, knowing the love of your life was right there beside you.

finished

#matthew tkachuk imagine #Matthew tkachuk x reader #Matthew tkachuk angst #Matthew tkachuk fluff #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl #nhl fic #calgary flames #hockey #hockey fic #hockey boys

[frikkapikka]

Vanilla Lips(Renesmee Cullen AU One-Shot)

Woeful steel blue eyes stare at the elementary children, the tiny beings jolly and content, unaware of the creatures that lurk in the dark. Pouty red lips part, pink tongue moisturizing the dry skin as she continues to watch the children in the park, longing for one of her own. Ivory Palét, a nineteen year old college freshman, gazes at the mothers, envious. Ivory was sterile, informed by the OB/GYN at age thirteen when examined for painful ovulation. Ivory, since a young age, dreamt of having her own children in the future, with a little cottage, a white picket fence, and many children running around as laughter left their lips. But, as luck may have it, Ivory’s american dream was crushed when she turned thirteen. “It’s not healthy, Ivory.” Kelcie, Ivory’s mother, whispered from next to Ivory, resting her hand upon Ivory’s with obvious concern. Ivory’s lips pursed, eyes watching a young girl try to catch up with the other boys, calling after them with desperation. “It’s not fair.” Ivory finally whispered, squeezing her mother’s hand as she screwed her eyes shut to block the image of smiling children from her head. Kelcie ruefully smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to the crown of Ivory’s head. Kelcie was sympathetic, she struggled with pregnancies since her first child, Ivory’s older brother Oscar. Kelcie had five children total, Oscar-the oldest at twenty-six, Janice and Jolie-twins at twenty-three, Devon-at twenty-one, and Ivory-at nineteen. Kelcie felt sorry for her youngest, the rest of her children were fertile and Oscar had a child on the way with his wife. “The new semester is approaching.” Kelcie mentioned, trying to change the topic to avoid the dreary silence. “Not now, mom.” Ivory rasped, clutching her head as tears sprung to her eyes. Kelcie only held Ivory closer, wishing for some happiness in Ivory’s upcoming life.

Alice smiled down at the flowers, cutting the stems as she placed them in an orderly fashion within glass vases. Her newest vision was exciting, what with Renesmee returning home from travelling and her newfound mate. Edward was on board, knowing that Renesmee was going to discover her other half, her soulmate, yet Edward feared they would be human. Much like the tale of Edward and Bella. The Cullens were informed of Renesmee’s arrival, jovially tidying the glass house up for the youngest Cullen. After the Volturi, the Cullens moved to Colorado, Charlie informed of their identities and turned as well in order to not miss out on Renesmee’s childhood. Jacob came as well, unfortunately figuring out that Renesmee was not his imprint, but a relatively newborn named Olivia. Renesmee was upset, as was Bella, but they soon discovered that Renesmee had another chance at love, somewhere in the world. When Renesmee physically appeared eighteen, she decided to search for her mate in the world, travelling all around in search of her destined one. With no luck, Renesmee hesitantly gave up and decided to return home, in hopes of her mate coming to her. They could only wait as the familiar navy blue Volvo came rolling up the gravel driveway, the dark-haired hybrid brunette announcing her return.

Ivory clutched her keys in hand, bidding her family farewell as she stepped outside the Palét residence with a forlorn frown gracing her delicate face. Oscar and his wife, Teresa, were over for dinner, Teresa’s protruding stomach on display as they basked in the excited questions of the family. During the dinner, Ivory pushed at her chicken breast and mashed potatoes, avoiding the glowing figure of Teresa as the couple discussed the due date and what not. “Aren’t you happy for us, for once in your life?” Oscar had asked, not knowing of Ivory’s infertility(it was a personal issue, honestly). Ivory only scowled, angrily scooting back so her chair made a loud screech as she stormed into the living room. Kelcie had broke the awkward atmosphere, shooting a look to Oscar as he went to go after Ivory, frustration lacing his handsome face. Ivory grabbed her keys, tears in her eyes, and slammed the front door behind her as she approached her silver Volkswagen. Ivory wiped away the tears that slid down her rosy cheeks, suppressing the sob as she soaked in the fact that she would never be able to have children. Kelcie watched Ivory from the dining room window, ignoring her children’s questions, as she frowned as Ivory pulled out from the paved driveway and into the street.

The light hum of the engine and the wisp of the radio barely soothed Ivory’s nerves as she drove through the streets towards Clive’s Grocery and Deli. Ivory was craving ice cream, desperately wishing to stuff her face full of the cool and creamy treat all the while watching Nicholas Sparks’ movies and cuddled in fluffy blankets. The parking lot was empty, save a few cars as Ivory parked in the nearest space, locking her car and fetching her wallet from the side cubby hole. The automatic doors opened with a small beep, the 105.5 channel blaring through the store’s speakers as she grabbed a cart. Strolling through the aisles, Ivory grabbed a few jars of pickles, the snack being one of her favorites, pringles, chocolate chips, Blue Bunny’s Gelato, and some plastic spoons. Turning the corner, Ivory collided with another cart with an ‘oof’. “I am so sorry!” Ivory exclaimed, pressing a hand to her throbbing stomach when her cart slammed into her. A medium height brunette, with smooth chocolate brown eyes framed with thick eyelashes, a small button nose, pink tulip lips, and clear pale skin, smiled at Ivory with kindness in her beautiful eyes. “No worry, I believe we are both to blame.” The brunette spoke in a velvety soft lilt, eyes sparkling as she smiled. Ivory’s lips quirked up at the corners, concealing her obvious attraction for the entrancing female before her. “I’m Renesmee.” The brunette introduced, sticking her pale and small hand out for Ivory. Shaking Renesmee’s hand, Ivory replied, “Ivory.” With grins gracing their faces, heart alight with passion and fiery flames, the two girls met their destined one.

Renesmee and Ivory stood beside the brunette’s Volvo, exchanging numbers and laughing as they shared humorous stories of their childhood. Renesmee took a quick glance at her phone, frowning as the clock displayed its evident lateness. With heavy hearts, Renesmee bid Ivory farewell as she promised to call at a later date. Renesmee watched Ivory walk towards her own vehicle, grin decorating her graceful features as she thought of the blonde girl that made the hybrid’s heart flutter. Renesmee knew she found her one, she just didn’t think it would be a human at that.

Ivory couldn’t keep the smile off her face the whole car ride home, barely thinking of the events early today as all that filled her mind was Renesmee. ‘Renesmee, Renesmee, Renesmee,’ Ivory’s mind chanted, over and over again as the female’s sparkling brown eyes and pink lips appeared before Ivory’s eyes as she sighed, heart contempt as she watched the road ahead of her. Ivory had to see Renesmee again, she only wished she could place her lips upon the brunette’s as her heart raced at the thought.

The morning after felt like a breeze to Ivory. The sun was shining, the weather was warm and inviting as Ivory rushed around her kitchen, late for the date with Renesmee. Earlier that morning, Renesmee had called like she had promised, asking Ivory for a picnic at the park downtown at eleven. With a cheerful smile coating her face, Ivory exited her apartment and drove towards the park with a skip in her step.

Ivory sat upon a wooden bench beside the grassy hill, glancing at her wrist watch every few seconds as she waited for Renesmee. It was an hour later, the brunette beauty still hadn’t shown up. Ivory pulled out her phone, texting the female with worry as she asked if she was okay or if she wanted to schedule another time. A few minutes passed, no response from the brunette as Ivory felt her heart plummett to her stomach. Onlookers looked at the girl with sympathy, having a small inkling of the ditched date. Ivory felt tears gather in her eyes, briskly walking to her car as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Of course, how could someone as beautiful and kind as Renesmee ever want someone like her, Ivory thought as she wiped away her tears with a sick feeling consuming her. No one would love the infertile female.

Renesmee finished feeding on the fallen deer, frown gracing her features as she tried to hurry. The Cullens had stayed up with her all night, leaving Renesmee to be late with meeting Ivory at the park. With high hopes, Renesmee dashed towards the park, only to notice that Ivory was not there anymore. With guilt swallowing her whole, Renesmee fished her phone from her pocket and tried to call the girl. With a sharp breath, Renesmee followed the fading scent of Ivory towards an apartment complex, where Ivory was just entering her apartment. Renesmee ran up the steps, calling Ivory’s name with desperation. Renesmee knocked on the oak door, waiting for Ivory’s beautiful face to appear from behind the barricade. The door swung open, revealing the darkened cheeks of Ivory and the glossy eyes of the female. Renesmee felt her heart breaking, feeling guilty for making the girl cry. “Go away!” Ivory hissed, moving to slam the door shut. Renesmee stuck her foot out, wishing to make amends for her mistakes. “Ivory! Something came up, I was going to call you, I swear! Please, let me explain!” Renesmee pleaded, pushing on the door as Ivory struggled to close it. “No! You had all the time in the world to call me!” Ivory stubbornly argued, grunting as Renesmee applied force to enter the apartment. “What-!” The blonde was cut off from the warm, vanilla flavored lips of Renesmee, the brunette pushing Ivory against the brick wall of the hallway. Sparks ignited between the two, breaths sharp and raspy as their lips moved against one another’s. Hands roamed along the flushed bodies, pulling each other closer as they craved the other’s touch. With bated breath, Ivory guided Renesmee towards her bedroom, never once separating the two as they collapsed against the bed with pleasing sighs.

#renesmee #twilight

[nemolian]

How Much the Oil and Gas Industry Paid Texas Republicans Who Are Lying About Wind Energy

Photo: Chip Somodevilla (AP)

As the crisis of rolling blackouts in Texas unfolds this week, some of the state’s loudest Republican politicians are falsely dragging “frozen wind turbines” as the cause. But behind every wind energy smear by a Texas politician is a dizzying amount of money contributed by the fossil fuel industry.

Earther looked at whose money is behind the loudest anti-wind voices this week. We used OpenSecrets data as well as individual political donations logged with the Federal Election Commission website to look at donations for Sen. Ted Cruz, Rep. Dan Crenshaw, and Sen. John Cornyn–three of the Texas politicians sitting in Washington, D.C., who have been most outspoken in their criticism of wind energy’s supposed “role” in the blackouts.

All three have continued to scapegoat renewables throughout the week, and looking at their donors, it’s no surprise. Federal campaign finance data shows more than 30 companies in the oil and gas industry, from multinational names like Exxon and Chevron to local power players like Texas Transeastern and Wildhorse Energy, gave tens of thousands of dollars to Cornyn, Cruz, and Crenshaw over the past year. That includes thousands from individuals employed by those companies as well as largesse from their corporate PACs.

Cornyn, who was reelected last fall, was a big recipient of industry money. Between 2019 and 2020, Cornyn raked in more than $50,000 from Marathon Petroleum’s PAC and $25,000 from natural gas infrastructure company Sempra Energy’s PAC, as well as $25,000 from utility giant NextEnergy and $40,000 from Koch Industries. He also did well with oil and gas power players individually: CEOs or other key executives of Western Refining, Hunt Oil Company, Chief Oil and Gas, Walter Oil and Gas, Magnolia Oil and Gas, Occidental Petroleum, Cox Oil, Hilcorp Ventures and Kinder Morgan all donated $50,000 or more each to PACs associated with Cornyn’s campaign in the last election cycle.

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Crenshaw, who ran for reelection in the House, also made out handsomely from the industry last cycle. The oil and gas industry overall donated $453,247 to Crenshaw last year ($311,947 from individuals, $141,300 total from PACs). Oil and gas was his largest industry donor by PAC money, including $10,000 each from Energy Transfer, Valero Energy, Occidental Petroleum, and Marathon Petroleum.

Cruz wasn’t up for reelection last year, but the industry didn’t forget about him. He still bagged $14,000 from Chevron’s PAC and $10,000 from Exxon’s—a little spending money, we guess—as well as tens of thousands of dollars in individual contributions from employees of 30 oil and gas companies. All told, these three Texas Republicans alone snagged more than $1.1 million from the industry in the 2020 election cycle.

Donations from corporate PACs and individuals to Sen. Ted Cruz, Sen. John Cornyn, and Rep. Dan Crenshaw from oil and gas companies. Data reflects 2019-20 totals and comes from Open Secrets’ database.

But it wasn’t just these three Texans in the nation’s capital doing dirty work for fossil fuels. On Tuesday, as millions in his state suffered through the cold and without power, Gov. Greg Abbott made an appearance on Sean Hannity where he ripped into renewables. The blackout “shows how the Green New Deal would be a deadly deal for the United States of America,” Abbott told Hannity. “Our wind and our solar got shut down, and they were collectively more than 10% of our power grid, and that thrust Texas into a situation where it was lacking power on a statewide basis....It just shows that fossil fuel is necessary.”

And let’s not forget Lt. Gov. Dan Patrick, who just last week was busy preparing a bill that would blacklist businesses based on their friendliness to fossil fuels. For Texas’ two head honchos, we used individual contributions pulled from state-level data logged on the site Transparency USA, and found some real Easter eggs from the industry.

Abbott and Patrick’s PACs share a bunch of big individual fossil fuel donors. Syed Javaid Anwar, the CEO of Midland Energy, was Abbott’s top donor between 2019 and 2020, giving a total of $1,617,500 to his PAC. The CEO also gave generously to Patrick, kicking his PAC just under $250,000 over that same time period. Douglas Scharbauer, an heir to a West Texas oil, ranching, and race horse fortune, gave a total of $350,000 to the lieutenant governor’s PAC in 2019, while another oil heir, Ray Lee Hunt, also pitched in generously with donations of $500,000 to the PACs of Abbott and $250,000 to Patrick. (Hunt also gave more than $63,000 to Cornyn’s PAC.) Not to be outdone, Kelcy Warren, CEO of Energy Transfer Partners, kicked $500,000 to Abbott’s PAC and $200,000 to Patrick’s in the same time period. Warren’s firm is behind the Dakota Access Pipeline, and he has said talking about the pipeline is “like talking about my son.”

What’s happening in Texas right now is a perfect storm of poor planning, crazy weather, and a widespread government failure to prepare the electric grid. Fossil fuels had a big part to play in how this disaster went down as natural gas and coal sources failed at multiple points, from energy sources themselves freezing to pipelines shutting down. The Texas grid’s terrible setup—a lack of integration with other states to ensure a consistent power supply, lagging weatherization updates, predatory pricing habits—can’t be tied to one source, but politicians like Crenshaw, Cruz, and Abbott are choosing to hammer down on renewables while blessing fossil fuels, similar to how they’ve reacted during California’s blackouts in recent years. While it’s impossible to say why, their donations tell a pretty damning story here—and research has shown donors make it rain on politicians who do their bidding.

The fossil fuel industry has also made it clear that it sees wind power in Texas as a threat to its business. A panel on Texas windpower convened at the wind industry’s key summit in 2019 addressed this issue directly. “People are spending millions of dollars to hobble the wind industry,” moderator Chris Tomlinson, a Houston Chronicle columnist, said at the panel, claiming that there are lobbyists in Austin who have been told to spend nearly half their time opposing the wind industry.

When such a large-scale screw up like this happens—when lives are lost and people suffer—we have to examine what those in control of the status quo have to lose, and what changes they are advocating. The fossil fuel industry is fighting to keep its control over a rapidly changing energy landscape, and part of their strategy is giving as much as possible to those in charge, particularly Republicans. Even though experts across the board agree that we need a clean energy grid that’s reliable and have even created a popular plan for how to get there, conservative politicians with loud platforms are blocking serious discussion, let alone action. The longer the industry keeps the political system captured and the more these people lie, the more likely it is we’ll see even more death and chaos ahead.

Dhruv Mehrotra contributed reporting to this piece.

via:Gizmodo, February 17, 2021 at 01:45PM

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Billionaires And The Pandemic: Who Gained And Lost The Most In 2020 | Forbes

As a group, the members of the newly released Forbes 400 list of richest Americans have grown $240 billion wealthier in the past year. But not everyone on the list is richer than a year ago. Moguls from the industries hit hardest by the coronavirus — entertainment, energy and leisure — saw fortunes drop by the billions as the pandemic shut movie theaters, whittled demand for fuel and ground tourism to all but a halt.

The billionaire whose wealth contracted the most in percentage terms is Harold Hamm, the founder of independent oil outfit Continental Resources. Hamm’s fortune fell 42% in the past year, or $3.7 billion, as a result of a plunge in value of Continental Resources stock. Kelcy Warren, whose company built the controversial Dakota Access Pipeline, is worth $2.8 billion

Despite the pandemic, America’s richest people are thriving. The members of this year’s Forbes 400 list, released today, are worth 8% more on average compared to a year ago. A select group of these billionaires have been even more fortunate: The 15 biggest gainers this year saw their already-massive net worths skyrocket by at least 40%. Forbes used closing stock prices from Friday July 24 to calculate the size of the fortunes on the list, our 39th annual ranking of the country’s richest people.

The year’s biggest gainer, in percentage terms, is Elon Musk, who’s an astounding 242% richer than he was on last year’s ranking. A lot has happened since then, including Musk raising more than $2 billion in new funding for his rocket company, SpaceX, and getting two enormous grants of Tesla stock options as part of the audacious compensation agreement he signed with the electric carmaker in 2018. Tesla stock has been on a tear, rising 520% by the time Forbes took a final measure of net worths on July 24 — helping add $48.1 billion to Musk’s net worth since last year’s list. He was the 23rd wealthiest person in America on the 2019 ranking, worth $19.9 billion; this year he’s up to number 7, worth $68 billion. (And he’s gotten even richer recently. At the end of August, when Tesla shares spiked after a 5-for-1 stock split, Musk officially crossed the $100 billion threshold to become the world’s fifth centibillionaire.)

The second-largest gainer this year: Nvidia cofounder and CEO Jensen Huang. Shares of the graphics microchip maker, which acquired Israeli-American networking-technology company Mellanox for $6.9 billion in April, more than doubled since last year amid a push beyond gaming into artificial intelligence and data centers. Thanks to the soaring Nvidia stock, Huang is worth $5.6 billion, or 133%, richer than last year.

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[clairetherose]

Draecember2017 Day 14 - Relaxing After a Long Day

These are all so sappy, anymore. I might be killing you all with glucose intake. I promise more feels will be to come. In the meantime, Kelci and I share a love and a passion: Tea.

The day’s fighting had been bitter and hard. Both Kelci and Hiwa were bruised, even a little singed in a few places, but they were alive. Kelci had taken the brunt of it, as was her way, though Hiwa hardly escaped unharmed. The both of them being healers, the damage wasn’t severe, but they were near exhausted. Hiwa had taken pity of Kelci’s more wounded state and shifted into a doe to carry her the last little bit back to their home. The Draenei was draped forward over her wife’s animal form, moaning in pain. “...I need tea after that.”

Hiwa still had a bit of wit, even as tired as she was. “You need tea all the time, love.” She replied. At first, it had been odd to see an animal speaking like a person, but Kelci had grown accustomed to it after all this time. “That said, I do too.” She laughed, but it turned into a cough. “Ow it hurts to laugh…”

Normally, either of them could have healed the both of them just fine, but they were too drained from the experience. “Are we there yet?” Kelci asked. Her face was buried in Hiwa’s fur. “I feel like my horns are going to fall off. And that I split my hooves in half.” Neither was true, of course, but it was a decent analogy of how she felt. She groaned and shifted a little to look at where they were.

“Actually, yeah.” Hiwa had just arrived at the door to their house. “Wait, you sensed it, didn’t you? Stop cheating!” She made the mistake of laughing again, only to stop and wince some more. “Owwwwowow…” Thankfully, their house was set up in a way that Kelci could make tea from almost anywhere inside. It had been a very purposeful decision.

“Maybe.” Kelci wouldn’t confirm nor deny. Mustering up enough energy to pry herself from her wife’s back, she wobbled on her hooves, but stayed upright. “We’re taking tomorrow to recuperate. If we go back, we’ll be useless.” She all but commanded, though as Hiwa shifted back to her Elven form, there was a nod of agreement.

“Agree. I feel like I just got into a wrestling match with a whole Tauren deathball team.” She followed her wife inside, too tired to even do her usual playful tail grab. “I don’t think I’ve seen you almost lose a fight like that in… a year?” She made a beeline for the couch and promptly flopped onto it. “Ohhhh Elune’s ass that feels good.”

Kelci only stopped to grab a specific pouch of tea leaves from the kitchen before collapsing next to her. “Tea will cure all things. I know it’s not a special occasion, but,” She withdrew Golden Lotus Oolong from the pouch, a special reserve she could only get a single pouch of. “I’m making this.”

Hiwa had her face stuffed in a pillow and said something much too muffled to understand. She flailed a hand limply toward Kelci, who grasped it with her own and squeezed gently. “I love you, too.” The Draenei replied, and set about her work. A magic heating element was built into most of their tables, somewhere, and it took Kelci only a moment or two to activate it. She retrieved an ornate Jade-inlaid kettle and a skin of water from under the table, setting it all to heat on top.

Hiwa turned and gasped for air. She must not have been able to breathe, under there. “Keeeeeeeelci,” She whined, “Is the tea ready yet?” She flopped her arm toward Kelci again.

“The water just started getting hot.” Kelci laughed in response, but also immediately winced. “It’s the Golden Lotus, love. It’s worth the wait.” That news made Hiwa actually perk up a little, and Kelci laughed. “That got your attention.”

“Shut up.” The Kaldorei retorted, adjusting herself on the couch so she could plant her head face-down in Kelci’s lap. “I can’t move.” She said in a muffled voice.

“I can work around you.” Kelci shook her head as she replied, but smiled. “Just don’t ask me to get back up on my hooves. That’s a no.” It was very likely both of them would sleep on this couch. It was a common occurrence, and thankfully the couch was made with the myriad of little animals that followed Hiwa around in mind. It was late, though, and they were all asleep elsewhere, tonight.

After a few minutes of silent relaxation, the tea water began to steam, indicating it had reached the temperature Kelci needed. She bent over Hiwa, who had turned her face into Kelci’s tummy instead, by now, and retrieved the kettle, pouring over a bowl of prepared leaves. Just a few minutes more.

“Okay but is it done yet?” Hiwa asked again, knowing full well that it wasn’t. “Also, am I okay here? I’m sure you’re sore.” Even tired and beat up herself, she cared for Kelci’s comfort. She wasn’t heavy, but just enough that it might cause some strain on her wife’s injuries.

Kelci didn’t even bother to answer the first question, just huffing. To the second, however, she looked down. “I swore to carry you through everything, didn’t I? I’d rather we be together like this than apart just for the sake of a few aches. If you think we’re parting for even a second tonight, you’re crazy.”

Hiwa only snuggled in further. “Good.” She said in a muffled voice from Kelci’s tummy. She knew better than to actually interfere, though. Teamaking was an art Kelci took very seriously; something extremely important to her. The result was nothing but good, in her eyes. Seeing her wife be happy and getting to drink delicious tea? Both were excellent. “Love you…” She murmured, again. It definitely bore repeating.

Kelci began to run her fingers through Hiwa’s hair. Though tangled, she was gentle enough to sift the tangles out beforehand with her fingers. It was a soothing motion for her hands while the smell of brewing tea filled the room. Waking up from a nap, one of their Nightsaber cubs hopped up onto the couch and curled into a ball on top of Hiwa’s legs, where she promptly fell back asleep. Cats never change, big or small.

Hiwa groaned, “Aw, right on my legs. You little butt.” She carefully adjusted herself so she was sitting up, scooting the cub into her lap. Only minor complaints were made before the little cat fell asleep, yet again. “Okay but seriously,” She asked Kelci again, this time looking right at her, “Is the stupid tea ready? I need it.”

Kelci smirked, “Eh, a little early, but it should still be good. The rest will steep some more.” She reached for the same two cups left there from the last time they made tea on the couch, pouring tea almost to the brim in each, and handed one to Hiwa. “I know that sucked, tonight, but I feel like this war is almost over. We’ve nearly won.” She blew on the mug to try to cool it, then sipped. Almost immediately, she began to feel better.

Hiwa took the mug happily and just drank without blowing on it, promptly burning the ever-loving hell out of her mouth. “Ooh hot!” She set it down to cool and pouted, “I am so tired of waiting.”

“You do that every time and still get burned!” Kelci laughed, being much more careful with her own tea. “Just give it a moment.”

Hiwa continued to pout like a child, petting and scratching the cub in her lap. She said nothing, waiting for the tea to cool.

Finally, at long last, their tea was ready to drink easily. Both of them took heavy gulps in unison, followed by smiles and “ahhh”s. “Tea is one of the greatest things on this or any world.” Kelci murmured, taking another gulp shortly after.

Hiwa nodded, “True. You’re better, though.” She was draining her own cup pretty rapidly, the warm water was helping her everything.

Kelci let out a mock gasp, “Better than tea?! That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me! Well, after ‘I do.’ That one still wins.” She bumped the ring on her finger against Hiwa’s matching one.

They did manage to finish the whole pot, as leaving undrank tea would be the greatest tragedy imaginable. Kelci tried a bit more healing when she’d finished, and accomplished curing some of their worst aches. Hiwa didn’t want to accidentally grow a tree in the middle of the house, so she abstained. The two remained on the overstuffed couch all night, falling asleep in a pile of limbs with the Nightsaber cub stretched out over both of them. Even after a hard day, life was good in the Shadeleaf house.

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[josephtrohman]

people talking about pavlove without providing the full context and making me go to twitter smh

[blancostp]

http://bit.ly/2G1HHqi Exercise Your Choices for Cleaner Energy Get to Know your State Legislators When environmentalists express an interest to divest from the pernicious fossil fuel industry in order to have a cleaner planet, our opponents cry, “Are you going to give up your car and your heat in your house? You drive a car, don’t you?” I ask you, what options do we have? We have precious few choices, given that gas and oil lobbies have actively suppressed governmental research money and subsidies needed to advance the use of alternative energy and fuels. For decades, donations have flooded the campaigns of politicians who will enact legislation to benefit BIG OIL and GAS (ie. eminent domain laws, suspension of environmental protection laws). Look at the example of the influence of Energy Transfer Partners (Valero, Sunoco, etc.) on the state of Texas by placing Kelcy Warren on the Board of the Texas Parks and Wildlife Commission. He now gets to vote on the use of public lands for his pipeline easements. His corporation sparked the Standing Rock opposition of the Dakota Access Pipeline. Now we unite against the Permian Highway Pipeline of Kinder Morgan. We, the people, have no options for personal transportation other than gasoline internal combustion engines because of the lobbying and the money the major fossil fuel companies put up to deter any competition. We have costly hybrids that are far from being mainstream. The fossil fuel industry fights against any incentives and subsidies towards wind and solar. On the other hand, fossil fuel companies receive many financial incentives and tax breaks to develop their profit margins at the expense of taxpayers. What we have is subsidies and incentives going to fossil fuel companies and not to wind and solar because of their lobbying “power”. Here is a current headline referring to the 86th Texas Legislative session: Wind opponents argue that subsidies for renewable energy depress prices, reducing incentives for investment in fossil fuel development. The fact is wind power has brought energy prices down! Texas has been a leader in utilizing wind farms for energy. Low-cost renewable energy has benefitted Texas consumers and contributed to the state economy as a dominant and growth industry. WIND and SOLAR ENERGY CUTS INTO FOSSIL FUEL PROFITS So there is an unprecedented attack on renewable energy during this year’s legislative session. The Texas Public Policy Foundation, essentially an arm of fossil fuel industry, is campaigning to gut subsidies and local tax incentives for wind and solar power (They don’ t have to disclose their backers as they operate as 501C). They want to stop the momentum of wind and solar power in our state. If we can keep this push moving forward, we can shift our state from fossil fuels to alternatives now. The Texas Observer has tied this lobbying organization to EXXON and other fossil fuel corporations. It is critical to voice your opinion before the session ends. You can contact your Senator and Representative to voice your support for continued subsidies and incentives for alternative energy sources. I hate to admit it, this year was the very first time I have walked into the state Capitol to talk to my state Senator and Representative. It helps to have Erin Zweiner representing me! Nonetheless, I also approached Senator Donna Campbell as she ran away, furiously punching the elevator buttons hoping to leave quickly before we could get on it with her. My point is this… no matter what… the time is now to contact your state officials to let them know that their constituents are fed up with the special treatment of the fossil fuel industry. We want cheaper, cleaner options. Another important issue to neighbors in Caldwell, Blanco, Hays, Kimble and Gillespie counties is about eminent domain. Do you think that private corporations that are using pipelines to export to Asia and other foreign ports should claim “eminent domain” on your land? The idea of “common carrier” right to eminent domain is to provide utility service, not for export and private profit. Do you see the connection here? Follow the money. Gas and oil threaten our homes and our economy with the risk of pipelines. There are fossil fuel interests intent on shutting down the burgeoning wind industry in Texas. “WHAT CAN I DO?” Please speak up for what is important to you. These are bipartisan recommendations. Everybody in Texas can help preserve what we love about living in the Hill Country. Texas groundwater and Texas’ natural resources need to be legislatively protected and conserved for Texas families. Do you support Rep Zwiener’s HB 3324 requiring pipeline operators to have an approved groundwater impact contingency plan? Copy and paste the list of email addresses below – the members of the Natural Resources Committee – and email them to let them hear your voice. [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] , [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] Again, this is bipartisan common sense. Everybody in Texas can help. #NoPHPL

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The Letter by Katherine Anderson

I stood at the mailbox, the metal flap hanging open on rusting hinges, and shuffled through the mail. There was the usual, bills and such, a menu from a restaurant I had no intention of trying, and a boating magazine that I hadn’t had the heart to cancel after Arthur passed. I folded the magazine around the rest of it and closed the mailbox as a small, stiff square fluttered to the ground. I looked around, up and down the street to see if there was anyone who had seen it fall, anyone who might see me bend down to retrieve it but there was no one.

Picking up the envelope, I brushed off sand and bits of gravel, then turned it over in my hand to look at the curious postmark. There was no return address but that wasn’t surprising. There very rarely was. But the postmark was American this time. The other times the letters had come laden with airmail stamps but this new one was local.

With the letter tucked into the pocket of my smock, I took one last glance up, then down the street before heading back into the house. I locked the front door and dropped the mail on the hall table, then dug in my smock for the key ring I kept in the smaller pocket, closest to my right hand. I pulled it out, the skeleton key that was slightly bent after years of yanking it too hard in the lock. That was a bad habit of Arthur’s, but I never nagged him about it. He was just that way, rough with things like that, especially if he was in a hurry. And he always seemed to be in a hurry.

My knees groaned as I took the steps carefully, one at a time, the steps making the same uneasy sound as my old bones. The stairs curved at the top because they were built under the eave of the stairs that went up to the bedrooms. The door in the kitchen that always stayed locked, opened into what could have been a pantry. A tiny square of landing with shelves from the waist up on two walls. The door swung open into the kitchen, the stairs twisted away to the right.

The basement was warm, heat radiating off of the old furnace that looked like a metal octopus wrapped in bandages, its arms snaking off into the joists above my head, just low enough that I had to stoop or else I might smack my head. Arthur hit his head constantly. I’d hear the thump, then the cursing. When we first moved here, when we were first married, I would run to the top of the stairs and yell down to him to make sure he was alright but by the time we had been married for nearly fifty years, I just shook my head and rolled my eyes like every other wife would do.

In the far corner of the basement was another door, a blue one that was a solid core door, steel. It was the kind that was supposed to be an exterior door, but Arthur had insisted on using it in the basement. It was safer, he said, to have two inches of steel between you and whoever might be on the other side of the door. I suppose he was right though I always told him he was just being paranoid.

I pulled the door open, with a little more effort these days, then slid it shut behind me. It slid because it was old and there was a layer of dirt that scraped along with the sweep on the bottom of the door that was thick enough to seal out the sound of the furnace on the other side of the door. There was a small room, just large enough for a workbench and stool, though there were no tools in this room unless you counted a letter opener or a staple remover. Instead there was a bank of filing cabinets pushed against the back wall of the room, opposite the bench. Those cabinets held all the other letters.

The light above the bench flickered, the fluorescence cold and unwilling to flow together until it was warm enough. The sweep shut out more than just the sound. I turned on the space heater that was sticking out from under the bench and rolled it over to the stool, settling myself onto the scarred green seat. I put the letter down on the bench and turned it over three, four, five times, examining every seam, every corner. It didn’t appear to have been tampered with.

I grabbed the letter opener and slowly went to work on the top of the envelope, looking for any signs that there may be something small yet sinister lurking inside the buff colored envelope that looked a lot like an Edwardian relic than a modern-day piece of mail. The note inside would be folded in quarters in order to fit in such a restricted space, the writing on the paper just as cramped.

Sliding the paper out of its shell, I laid it out on the bench and watched as it unfolded itself slightly, like paper does when there’s no longer the pressure of something holding it in or holding it closed. Again, there was no puff of powder or the scent of something amiss, so I was reasonably certain the letter wasn’t dosed or coated in anything. I felt safe touching it, opening it to its full size so I could read the spidery scrawl that, this time, turned out to be an address and just one brief instruction: Bring flowers.

I memorized the address then went to the cabinet farthest to the right and unlocked it using the tiny silver key that was on the same ring as the basement key. I opened the bottom most drawer and flipped to the farthest folder, all of them arranged carefully in spite of their blank tabs. The tabs did nothing in Arthur’s organizational scheme but since the tabs came in each new box of folders, he had felt he should put them to use so he tucked the plastic corners into the paper slots and left them that way. I tucked the note, unfolded, in behind the others, and closed the cabinet. Then I closed the door, locked it. Climbed the stairs and went left into the kitchen, closed that door, locked it. The key went back into the pocket of my smock and my smock went on the hook next to the basement door.

The car was tucked away in the garage, Arthur’s car, though I supposed it was mine now even though I still thought of it as his. I pulled on my longest, warmest winter coat and climbed behind the wheel, rubbing my hands together as the engine warmed itself up and I ran through in my head which florists might be open in the middle of a Sunday. When the heat finally began to seep slowly out of the vents on the dash, I put the car in drive and headed for Weavers. They would be open, and they had a nice selection.

There was a young girl behind the counter, Kelci or Kacey. I couldn’t remember. She didn’t even look up as she took my order. Sometimes I wanted to slam my hand on the counter and shout at her to get some manners but instead I just smiled at the top of her head bent over the order pad as she scribbled. I waited while she disappeared in the back to make the bouquet, then returned with it wrapped in green cellophane. I didn’t bother thanking her as I collected my change and stuffed it in my pocket.

The car had already started to cool off by the time I got back in it; the curse of a New England winter. I cranked the engine over and coaxed the car away from the curb, heading away from the center of town to the address that I had running through my head. I pulled onto the street and counted the houses until I got to number eight. I parked in front of the massive brown Victorian with the wraparound church and walked up the steps with the flowers in one hand and the other tucked into my coat pocket. I reached out with the flower hand and touched the doorbell though it was just for show in case a neighbor might be watching. Then I reached out and nudged the door with my foot, swinging it open enough for me to walk in as if I had been invited for tea.

“Hello?” I called, standing in the foyer, knocking the snow from my boots. With my heel, I pushed the door closed behind me and took a step towards the front staircase. “Is anyone at home?” My footsteps echoed against the high ceilings as I prowled the rooms on the first floor, only to come up empty. There was no one there.

I climbed the stairs to the landing above and counted the rooms. There were seven doors. Likely six of them bedrooms and one a bath, the master at the end of the hall. That was where I headed, the flowers hanging by my side, the other hand still in my pocket. The house was chilly, not cold, and I could hear the ancient furnace lumbering to throttle steam heat to the radiators in the bedrooms.

The door was closed. I suddenly felt strange, standing in this house, ready to open the door to someone’s bedroom. I reached out with the hand that held the flowers and turned the knob, an antique glass one that, at any other time, I would have taken a moment to admire. The door creaked as it opened, warning whoever might be in there that there was an intruder, but I soon found there was no reason to be concerned.

Sucking in my breath, I took in the scene before me. The blankets were tangled and pulled halfway off the bed, wrapped around a leg that was suspended in the air. The other leg, still wearing a bed slipper, was splayed out to the side. The rest of the body was sprawled on the expensive Oriental rug that was slowly absorbing the last of the woman who had been resting peacefully in bed just moments before.

I looked around the room and noticed a vase on the table by the window. A green glass pulpit vase on a crisp white doily. When I saw the bouquet of seven roses, I knew exactly who had murdered Mrs. O'Connell.

“Damn it all.” I blew out a sigh and walked over to the window, bending to take a sniff of the blooms. “Damn it.” I dropped my own bouquet on the table, white roses, and turned to leave, realizing my other hand was still wrapped around my gun, the gun I wasn’t going to need this time because someone had gotten there before me. The job had been double booked and now I was going to have to have a serious talk with Roger. Just because I was old and on my own didn’t mean I couldn’t do the job. He would never have done this to Arthur.

Grabbing a scarf off of Mrs. O’Connell’s dressing table, I wiped the doorknob, then did the same with the front door even though I hadn’t touched it. I folded up my collar and held it so it would like I was keeping warm but really, I was hiding my face. I drove home and parked the car in the garage, the mud encrusted license plate touching the back wall.

I went upstairs and pulled my battered old suitcase out from under the bed I once shared with Arthur. I didn’t need to look inside, I knew it was ready to go. And so was I.

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[fathersonholygore]

Fox’s Gotham Season 4, Episode 7: “A Day in the Narrows” Directed by John Behring Written by Peter Blake

* For a recap & review of the previous episode, “Hog Day Afternoon” – click here * For a recap & review of the next episode, “Stop Hitting Yourself” – click here In light of the latest revelations, at least Cpt. Harvey Bullock (Donal Logue) is alive. But one of those revelations for Dt. Jim Gordon (Ben McKenzie) was discovering his buddy has been taking cash from Penguin (Robin Lord Taylor). They don’t have much time to discuss. Because there’s a huge delivery at the GCPD. Lots of big boxes, full of bloody pigs heads; 44, to be exact, “one for every cop in the precinct.” Seems Professor Pyg (Michael Cerveris) is after the entire GCPD itself. At a swanky cocktail party, Bruce Wayne (David Mazouz) can’t help the heaviness of his heart. Doesn’t have to leave the mansion, though, so that’s one good thing. But Alfred (Sean Pertwee) notices a dark change in the young master, he’s becoming less like himself all the time. He’s tormented because he feels no guilt, just rage. Penguin has shown up at the GCPD, bringing his latest security hire Headhunter (Kyle Vincent Terry) to try offering a hand to the cops. Naturally, Jim has no time for that shit, still resisting. Unfortunately Cpt. Bullock is “legitimising” the crime boss in the eyes of his best detective. Like every other time, this forces Gordon to try going it alone. He wants to bring justice to Gotham. Seems that Barbara Kean (Erin Richards) is shutting down her arms dealing operation after Ra’s al Ghul (Alexander Siddig) has perished. Doesn’t sit well with Tabitha Galavan (Jessica Lucas) or Selina Kyle (Camren Bicondova). The ruthless Ms. Kean is a go-it-alone-type, always somehow landing on her feet. However, the Cat is adept at doing the same, and she’s ambitious, as well. Albeit a bit impatient. Later, Selina heads out on the town to start thieving for herself. Cops have to go into the Narrows, where there are more missing police. It’s a lower class neighbourhood, their own code of honour, so on. This doesn’t bode well, particularly with Penguin’s crew out there helping to knock on/knock down doors. Neither does Jim work well having to stand side by side with criminals as he pursues justice. Here in the Narrows, we see lots of prejudice from the cops to the residents there, except for Dt. Gordon. This helps our man get in to talk with a woman in the building, but he’s interrupted by Headhunter, pitting the two of them against each other. A Mexican stand-off in the street between Penguin’s people and the cops. Until finally they get a lead. This takes them to a building where they locate one dead cop, one barely living. At the orphanage, Oswald gloats over the news coverage while Sofia Falcone (Crystal Reed) looks after the children, and the former adjusts to having all the kids around. All the while the mob daughter’s spinning her own ideas into his ear. In the ambulance, Gordon talks to the cop who made it out alive. The guy didn’t see his face under the pig mask. Mostly, they talk about Gotham, and Jim makes clear they can both “make right” what they’ve wronged, to turn things around for themselves, and for the city. Sooner than later, their conversation produces the location of where Pyg is likely headed: an old abandoned courthouse in the Narrows.

At the shindig, Bruce runs into a girl from before he was home-schooled, Grace Blomdhal (Samia Finnerty). She’s bored out of her mind, wants to go have some fun with the young billionaire. She takes him over to a party, old faces Bruce knew. They’re a bunch of assholes. It only takes a few stupid comments, the young billionaire daydreams himself pummelling the shit out of one of them. Rather than actually do that, he goes with them out to a club. When the douchebag can’t get them into the club, Bruce gets them in easily; he “bought the place.” Penguin rushes down to the Narrows, thwarting Jim’s go-it-alone approach, bringing his own SWAT team and the media. Yet it’s Dt. Gordon who gets a call on his cell from Professor Pyg. He explains his own connection to Pygmalion, “creating a new, better Gotham,” and a new Jim Gordon, too. Then he says if Jim goes into the courthouse, he’ll die. Our detective then realises the cop in the ambulance was more than surely Pyg himself. A trap is waiting in the courthouse. Instead of listening to Jim, the cops decide on going with Penguin wanting to charge inside. When they do, Harvey fires on a man in a pig mask. Then they see it’s their own cop, gagged, disguised. A couple machine guns automatically set off, firing everywhere throughout the building, puncturing the walls, killing a few officers. Harvey, Harper (Kelcy Griffin), they all hide. Outside, none of Penguin’s men will go in. So who does? Jim fucking Gordon, baby. He downs the guns, saving Headhunter, as well as his fellow colleagues. Bam. Like THAT! Afterwards, Oswald passes the blame off on Bullock, whereas the press see Gordon as the rightful hero. Instead of puff himself up, the detective only warns Professor Pyg that they will not give up on catching him. In the meantime, Harvey’s sulking about shooting another cop when he should’ve listened to the instincts of his good friend. From the ambulance on the road, Pyg gives Jim another call to taunt. Doesn’t bother our guy, because he’s already seeing the change in his fellow officers – the Pax Penguina licensing system has run its course. What about young billionaire Bruce? He’s out partying, popping bottles, trying out the other side of himself he only found out recently existed. Mostly, we see the change in him because of the darkness lurking, there’s a rage behind him all the time just below the surface, feelings he’s locked away, things with which he needs to deal. Fantastic episode. This Professor Pyg-storyline is lots of dark, disturbing, exciting fun. Pumped to watch the rest of it play out. “Stop Hitting Yourself” is next on-deck. Gotham – A Dark Knight, Episode 7: “A Day in the Narrows” Fox's Gotham Season 4, Episode 7: "A Day in the Narrows" Directed by John Behring…

#Ben McKenzie #Camren Bicondova #David Mazouz #Dirty Cops #Gotham City #Professor Pyg #Pygmalion #The Narrows

[inhandnetworks-blog]

The Dakota Access Pipeline Isn't About Climate Change—It's About Profit

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This story originally appeared on High Country News and is reproduced here as part of the Climate Desk collaboration.

As the weather gets colder, the fight over the Dakota Access Pipeline is heating up, in rather ugly ways. Just days before Thanksgiving, law enforcement officers tried to blast the protesters away with water cannons in 25-degree weather and employed other “less than lethal,” though still harmful, dispersal methods. One protester may lose her arm as a result of injuries suffered during the violence. And to top it off, the Army Corps of Engineers plans to close one of the camps of "water protectors" next week, which may embolden law enforcement to take a more forceful approach.

High Country News has reported what’s at stake for the Standing Rock Sioux tribal members and their allies trying to stop or re-route the project: Tribal sovereignty, water, environmental justice, holy lands, treaty-rights and antiquities. Add to that the prospect of more carbon spewing into the atmosphere, and one can see why activists are risking so much to stand in the pipeline’s way.

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Less clear is what the $3.78 billion, 1,172-mile-long crude oil pipeline offers in return if and when construction is completed and it goes into operation. Energy Transfer Partners, the project’s main proponent, says that the pipeline will offer jobs, economic relief to a struggling region and, by spurring production of North Dakota Crude, it will take the U.S. closer to the lofty ideal of energy independence.

Construction on the pipeline is about 85 percent complete and it has, indeed, put people to work. Yet it is not clear how many new jobs have been created since the jobs are spread out over 1,000 miles. Rural towns along the pipeline’s corridor have reported a boost in hotel and campground occupancy rates as the contractors move through. That, in turn, generates sales and lodging tax revenues for the local governments. The boost, however, won't last. In a few months, when (and if) construction is complete, the workers and their spending money will depart. The finished pipeline will require just 40 permanent maintenance and operational jobs along its entire stretch.

People donate food and equipment to campers inside of the Oceti Sakowin camp as "water protectors" continue to demonstrate against plans to pass the Dakota Access pipeline near the Standing Rock Indian Reservation, near Cannon Ball, North Dakota, December 2. Lucas Jackson/Reuters

Once oil is flowing, property tax revenues—an estimated total of $55 million annually—will kick in. While it’s a big chunk of change, the impacts will be diffused, shared by four states. North and South Dakota are expected to receive about $13 million each, divided between several counties, a drop in the budget bucket (Colorado generates nearly $20 million per month from taxes and fees on marijuana). That said, it might be enough to buy the county sheriffs some more military gear from the Pentagon in order to squelch the next pipeline protest. It will not, however, cover the costs of such squelching: The current law enforcement effort has reportedly cost $15 million so far.

The fact is, pipelines, like transmission lines, don't have a major economic impact except when they’re built. They otherwise go mostly unnoticed until they spill, burst or explode.

The bigger-picture impact, whether on climate change or energy independence, is more difficult to suss out. Both proponents and opponents seem to be working on the “build-it-and-they’ll-fill-it” premise. That is, if you expand pipeline capacity for North Dakota crude, it will encourage more oil drilling and thus more oil production. If more domestic oil is produced, the logic goes, then we have less need to import foreign oil and we achieve greater energy independence. The flip side to that is, the more oil we drill, the more we consume, resulting in greater carbon emissions. It's summed up in this nifty formula:

More Pipeline Capacity —> More Oil Production —> More Energy Independence and Carbon Emissions

This formula, however, holds only if lack of pipeline capacity is a major hindrance to oil development. It's not. We can move crude oil not only through pipelines, but also with trucks, trains and tankers. Oil’s mobility (along with its relative fungibility) help make it a global commodity in a way that natural gas, for example, is not. The lack of pipeline capacity is not a major limiting factor in oil development and production; when the North Dakota boom was on, no one opted out of drilling because of lack of transportation options. In fact, prices were so high, no one opted out of drilling at all.

Just as the biggest driver of oil development is a high oil price, the biggest hindrance, particularly for expensive-to-drill North Dakota crude, is a low oil price. That relationship has been on display in North Dakota, and across the West, for the last decade: Oil prices went up, thanks to burgeoning demand in China and the developing world, so drilling intensified and production went bananas. Oil prices crashed as China's economic growth slowed, the drill rigs were stored away and production has decreased.

Very few wells have been “shut-in” or plugged up. Most of the already-drilled wells continue to produce, but at lower and lower rates, a phenomenon known as the “decline curve.” Wells that produced 220 barrels per day when they were drilled in 2005, for example, now only produce about 20 barrels per day.

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Plug these critical factors—global supply vs. demand and price—into the aforementioned formula and the outcome becomes far murkier. No longer does more pipeline capacity directly lead to more production; it must first either raise the price of oil, or induce demand. The latter's not going to happen. A pipeline across the upper Midwest will not inspire the masses in China to buy cars and drive them all over the country. It will not affect global demand.

So how about price? The Dakota Access Pipeline is expected to carry half-a-million barrels of oil per day to refineries and market hubs in Illinois. Moving a barrel of oil on the pipeline is expected to cost about $8, compared to approximately $15 for shipping it via rail. That is, if the producer would have received $34 per barrel for rail-shipped oil, it will get $41 per barrel for Dakota Access Pipeline-shipped oil.

This $7-per-barrel bonus could add up to hundreds of thousands of dollars in additional revenue for the producer over the well’s life, and could certainly keep wells from being shut-in. Yet it's doubtful that it's enough to push the producer to dust off the rigs and start drilling again. It costs anywhere from $5 million to $15 million to drill a well in North Dakota's Bakken formation. After the last bust, producers and their investors are unlikely to fork out that kind of cash until oil prices go up considerably and stay there, which will only happen if Saudi Arabiacommits to a long-term slash in its production. Unless new wells are drilled in North Dakota at a furious rate, production will continue to decrease, thanks to the decline curve.

There is one other way the pipeline could impact oil prices, at least for the oil flowing through the line. Some oil customers reportedly entered into contracts with producers prior to construction to buy DAPL oil at or near 2014 prices. If those contracts remain in place despite the protest-caused construction delay, it could, theoretically, push producers to drill a few more wells to produce enough oil to fetch the higher price. But probably not. It's more likely that those producers will simply divert oil now shipped by rail to the pipeline, thus increasing profit without increasing production.

If, somehow, the pipeline were able to increase oil production, then we'd still have another variable to plug into our equation. I'll call it the T. Greg Merrion factor, for the New Mexico oil executive who told me about it: “Nothing helps low prices like low prices, and nothing hurts high prices like high prices.” That is, the increased supply delivered by the pipeline (without a consequent increase in demand) would increase the amount of oil supply on a market where demand can’t keep up with supply. The glut grows. Prices slide further downward. There's even less drilling. Production slides. The cycle continues.

The Dakota Access Pipeline, on its own, is not likely to result in increased production of North Dakota Crude, because More Pipeline Capacity ≠ More Demand;Therefore the pipeline will not create more oilfield jobs or result in higher severance tax revenues to North Dakota;If there is any uptick in production thanks to the pipeline, it won't be enough to put a dent in the 5.2 million barrels of oil the U.S. continues to import each and every day;Since the pipeline won't push more production, it also will not result in more consumption. Therefore, it will not directly lead to a significant increase in carbon emissions.

Which is to say, the pipeline will be neither the economic boon, nor the climate bane, it's been made out to be. Nor will it get the U.S. any closer to energy independence.

Why, then, is Energy Transfer Partners so intent on building this thing? The equation that answers that one is far simpler. If the pipeline indeed carries 470,000 barrels per day, at a rate of $8 per barrel, the company should gross about $1.37 billion per year. Operating costs are low (remember, there are just 40 employees running this thing), so it shouldn’t take long to recoup the capital costs. That leaves a lot for the investors, like Energy Transfer Partners' billionaire CEO Kelcy Warren, or reputed billionaire and President-elect Donald Trump.

Yes, Trump is invested in the companies behind the pipeline, though the amount of his stake decreased substantially between 2015 and 2016. Meanwhile, Warren donated more than $100,000 to Trump’s campaign, clearly hoping he would remove federal obstacles to the pipeline.

These numbers are worth considering when you see the images of the “water protectors” getting pummeled with water cannons, rubber bullets and tear gas. They’re not being attacked in the name of jobs, the economy or energy independence. They’re being attacked in the name of profit.

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[drrtylaundry]

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[clairetherose]

Draecember2017 Day 9 - Caught Lying

((( Kelci doesn’t lie; this was hard. I had to go way back, back further than I ever have in her history, for this one. So, enjoy: )))

Kelci and Aranu sat, propped up against a wall, after a sparring match. Kelci had won, as usual, and Aranu was panting. The much taller woman shook her head, “I don’t know how you’re so good at this. I’m a thousand years older than you!” She laughed, “This is unfair.”

Kelci for her part, just grinned, “Well, clearly, being short is better after all.” She stuck out her tongue. “Actually, no, the only reason I didn’t win sooner is your longer reach. Just imagine if I was taller!” She giggled, teasing Aranu, just a little.

Aranu gasped, “That would be… horrifying. Cici, seriously, you’re scary enough. Stop it.” She looked up at those passing by, still breathing heavily. “You’re going to make some man very happy, when he’s not just terrified of you.” She patted Kelci on the shoulder, grinning.

“Pff, like I’d ever settle down with anyone!” The shorter woman retorted, standing up and sticking out her hand. “I think you’re just projecting, Anu. Besides! I thought you didn’t like men?” Aranu had never professed any feeling toward a man, but had pursued more than woman in Kelci’s memory.

Aranu took her hand and rolled her eyes. “Right, I forgot. The eternally single Kelci.” She giggled, “It would be pretty surprising to see you with… anyone, really. I don’t know if any man could handle you. It’s really too bad you aren’t into women.” She took Kelci’s hand and rose. The place where their people had temporarily taken sanctuary was fairly nondescript. It was far too scarce of resources for them to remain long, but it was good to put hooves on solid ground, again, rather than just the floor of a ship.

Kelci snorted a laugh, “It’s not likely to happen, anyway. Even if I… was interested in some girl.” She tried to hide her true feelings. Lie about them. It was easier if Aranu didn’t start feeling something for her.

Aranu gave her an odd, lingering look. “...if you say so. Hey!” She tugged on Kelci’s arm, pulling her off to one side. “Let’s go watch the Anchorites! I want to try and talk to Ki’ieni. Maybe she’ll go out with me, this time!”

Kelci let herself be tugged along, but shook her head at Aranu’s antics. “You’re ridiculous, Anu. Stop tormenting the poor girl. I don’t think she likes women.” In truth, Ki’ieni had tried to ask Kelci on a date more than once, but she kept insisting that she wasn’t interested in women. A lie, of course, but one she didn’t want Aranu to catch wind of.

There was no arguing the point, though, as Aranu skidded to a halt by where the fresh Anchorites were just finishing their training, behind a short fence from them. She grinned and waved, “Ki’ieni!” She called out, trying to get the woman’s attention. The Anchorite to be was younger even than Kelci, though not by that much, and exceptionally pretty. She more than looked the part of Anchorite, just a silvery wisp of a thing, grace in every motion and step. From her horns to her hooves, she exuded elegance. Just about the opposite of the two warriors who had just approached. “Hey! Ki’ieni!”

Ki’ieni sighed. There was no ignoring Aranu today, it seemed. When she turned, she was pleased to see Kelci with her, though, and quickly walked over. The other trainees giggled and ran off, some to waiting boyfriends or the like. “Aranu. Kelci.” She greeted each in turn, bowing her head. Between her horns was an intricate gold chain, with similar gold clasps at the bases and tips. As always, immaculately dressed in smooth, Draenic silks, she was a sight to behold. “How are the both of you?” Normally, she might have been more gruff with just Aranu, but Kelci was present. Best to be polite.

Kelci felt herself staring, just a little, and shut her mouth, hoping neither of them had noticed. Why did Ki’ieni have to be so pretty? It made the lie so much harder to maintain. “Hi, Ki. I guess Anu really wanted to get turned down, again.” She smirked.

Aranu glowered at Kelci, “I’ll wear her down eventually!” She laughed and turned back to Ki’ieni. “Ooooooon that note, Ki. Have you thought about it? I’ve seen the way you look at Kelci. I know you’re not being honest with me.” She winked and nudged Kelci’s shoulder, “But she’s a lost cause. Straight as an arrow. Me on the other hand…” She held her arms out to either side. The implication was plain.

Ki’ieni blushed profusely, “I-I…” She’d been caught. “Ah, damn. I’m found out.” She threw up her hands and smiled in Kelci’s direction, “Can you really blame me? There’s something about her…” They were both talking about Kelci as if she weren’t there.

“Hey!” Kelci shot back, “I’m right here! You could at least pretend I’m a part of the conversation.” She folded her arms and leaned forward against the fence. “Speaking of turning people down, Ki, how many times have I told you no?”

Aranu was surprised by that, gaping at Kelci, then over at Ki’ieni. “...how?! Look at her!” She pointed at Ki’ieni, “She’s the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen! Beauty and grace and-- Wait.” She looked to Ki’ieni, “I was mostly joking, you’re actually interested in Kelci? Of everyone on the ship who you could prefer over me, you pick my best friend.” She sighed, dejectedly.

Ki’ieni was caught off guard and her skin turned a darker shade of blue. The gold chain on her horns shook as she shook her head. “I’m sorry, Aranu. You of all people should know that the heart chooses strangely. It’s too bad, I’ve caught Kelci staring, before. Perhaps I misread that?”

Kelci swore in her head. Ki’ieni had noticed her staring. Now they were both looking at her. Her ears flushed and she turned away. “Yeah, well. You… take a lot of time on your appearance. I’m just… admiring. That’s all.” Still trying to maintain the lie.

Emboldened all of a sudden, Aranu walked to the other side of Kelci and bent down to look her in the eyes. “You… you’re lying to us, right now, aren’t you?” She grinned and gave Ki’ieni a mischievous wink. The Anchorite to be walked to a nearby gate and let herself through to join them on the other side of the fence. “Ki, I think she… might return your feelings, after all. I don’t know why she’d deny that.”

Ki’ieni smirked, feeling the hint of mischief from Aranu. Perhaps unbecoming of an Anchorite, but she was only in training. “Truly? Well then.” She moved over next to Aranu, looking down at Kelci as well. They were both taller than the woman, but that wasn’t anything new. Almost everyone was taller than Kelci.

Kelci bit her lip, looking between them. “...I uh. Okay so.” She was running through her mind, looking for excuses, but it seemed like she’d been caught. “The thing is, um.” Nothing was coming up. Nothing that made even an ounce of sense. She just grinned sheepishly. “...maybe?”

Both of her friends’ faces lit up. “I knew it!” They said in unison, then looked at each other and smirked. Aranu was first to speak, “But Cici, why lie about it all these years? Surely, you should have known that I of all people wouldn’t judge you for it.” She put a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “You more than know my own proclivities.”

Kelci wriggled out from under the hand, still embarrassed. “Well I… at first, I really wasn’t sure, to be honest. Because I do like men. And… I wasn’t sure if you’re allowed to like both?” Both of the other women looked at her, then at each other, then just laughed.

“Of course you are!” Ki’ieni chided her, “You’re allowed to like whatever you like, Kelci. Be that me or… Tig’aan, over there.” She pointed at a Draenei male who was busy stuffing his face with something in the corner. “...okay maybe not Tig’aan. But you get my point.”

Kelci sighed, “I… guess so. But then, when you… showed interest, I guess I knew that Anu was looking to do something with you.” She offered Aranu an apologetic smile, “I didn’t want to take that opportunity from her. It would have felt like I was betraying my best friend.”

Aranu ruffled Kelci’s hair. “You dork. Date the gorgeous woman, already. I’ll find someone else to pursue.” She winked at Ki’ieni, “Though really, she’ll get sick of you in a heartbeat. Then she’ll come running to me, I’m sure of it!” With a grin and a laugh she tried to put an arm around Ki’ieni’s shoulder. The Anchorite to be deftly evaded.

Kelci nodded, “Alright, alright. You’re right. Thank you, I’m… sorry for lying. And sorry it took me this long to come to my senses.” She looked to Ki’ieni. “I’ll… take you up on it, this time. I hope you had something in mind.”

Ki’ieni did indeed. The two of them saw each other a few times, but nothing dramatic came from it. Much to Aranu’s dismay, she was unable to convince Ki’ieni to see her, instead. Aranu would die in battle, not long after that. Ki’ieni fell with Karabor. Only Kelci survived of the three of them.

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[josephtrohman]

oh fuck i see fob in three days. everyone manifest xo rly hard for me pls and thank you

#now that we know manifesting 8 ball songs really does work #shut up kelci

[blancostp]

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Get to Know your State Legislators

When environmentalists express an interest to divest from the pernicious fossil fuel industry in order to have a cleaner planet, our opponents cry, “Are you going to give up your car and your heat in your house? You drive a car, don’t you?”

I ask you, what options do we have?

We have precious few choices, given that gas and oil lobbies have actively suppressed governmental research money and subsidies needed to advance the use of alternative energy and fuels.

For decades, donations have flooded the campaigns of politicians who will enact legislation to benefit BIG OIL and GAS (ie. eminent domain laws, suspension of environmental protection laws).  Look at the example of the influence of Energy Transfer Partners (Valero, Sunoco, etc.) on the state of Texas by placing Kelcy Warren on the Board of the Texas Parks and Wildlife Commission.

He now gets to vote on the use of public lands for his pipeline easements. His corporation sparked the Standing Rock opposition of the Dakota Access Pipeline. 

Now we unite against the Permian Highway Pipeline of Kinder Morgan.

We, the people, have no options for personal transportation other than gasoline internal combustion engines because of the lobbying and the money the major fossil fuel companies put up to deter any competition.  

We have costly hybrids that are far from being mainstream. The fossil fuel industry fights against any incentives and subsidies towards wind and solar.

On the other hand, fossil fuel companies receive many financial incentives and tax breaks to develop their profit margins at the expense of taxpayers. What we have is subsidies and incentives going to fossil fuel companies and not to wind and solar because of their lobbying “power”.

Here is a current headline referring to the 86th Texas Legislative session:

Wind opponents argue that subsidies for renewable energy depress prices, reducing incentives for investment in fossil fuel development.

The fact is wind power has brought energy prices down! Texas has been a leader in utilizing wind farms for energy. Low-cost renewable energy has benefitted Texas consumers and contributed to the state economy as a dominant and growth industry.

WIND and SOLAR ENERGY CUTS INTO FOSSIL FUEL PROFITS

So there is an unprecedented attack on renewable energy during this year’s legislative session. The Texas Public Policy Foundation, essentially an arm of fossil fuel industry, is campaigning to gut subsidies and local tax incentives for wind and solar power (They don’ t have to disclose their backers as they operate as 501C).

They want to stop the momentum of wind and solar power in our state. If we can keep this push moving forward, we can shift our state from fossil fuels to alternatives now.  The Texas Observer has tied this lobbying organization to EXXON and other fossil fuel corporations.

It is critical to voice your opinion before the session ends. You can contact your Senator and Representative to voice your support for continued subsidies and incentives for alternative energy sources.

I hate to admit it, this year was the very first time I have walked into the state Capitol to talk to my state Senator and Representative. It helps to have Erin Zweiner representing me!

Nonetheless, I also approached Senator Donna Campbell as she ran away, furiously punching the elevator buttons hoping to leave quickly before we could get on it with her. My point is this… no matter what… the time is now to contact your state officials to let them know that their constituents are fed up with the special treatment of the fossil fuel industry.

We want cheaper, cleaner options.

Another important issue to neighbors in Caldwell, Blanco, Hays, Kimble and Gillespie counties is about eminent domain.

Do you think that private corporations that are using pipelines to export to Asia and other foreign ports should claim “eminent domain” on your land?

The idea of “common carrier” right to eminent domain is to provide utility service, not for export and private profit.

Do you see the connection here?

Follow the money.

Gas and oil threaten our homes and our economy with the risk of pipelines.

There are fossil fuel interests intent on shutting down the burgeoning wind industry in Texas.

“WHAT CAN I DO?”

Please speak up for what is important to you. These are bipartisan recommendations. Everybody in Texas can help preserve what we love about living in the Hill Country.

Texas groundwater and Texas’ natural resources need to be legislatively protected and conserved for Texas families.

Do you support Rep Zwiener’s HB 3324 requiring pipeline operators to have an approved groundwater impact contingency plan?

Copy and paste the list of email addresses below – the members of the Natural Resources Committee – and email them to let them hear your voice.

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Again, this is bipartisan common sense. Everybody in Texas can help.

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