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read this and remember it. read this and remember that she is going to use the profits of her fucking ego-stroking reboot to decimate trans rights. read this and remember that every time you pay into her IP, you are emboldening her to hurt us more.
our lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
trans lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
She was very clear about her intent. There is no confusion, exaggeration, or mystery. She said it herself (and later bragged about her success in destroying trans rights).
Don’t watch the new show. Don’t buy merch. Don’t play the games.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again but it is absolutely an example of civilizational inadequacy that only deaf people know ASL
“oh we shouldn’t teach children this language, it will only come in handy if they [checks notes] ever have to talk in a situation where it’s noisy or they need to be quiet”
My family went holiday SCUBA diving once, and a couple of Deaf guys were in the group. I was really little and I spent most of the briefing overcome with the realization that while the rest of us were going to have regulators in our mouths and be underwater fairly soon, they were going to be able to do all the same stuff and keep talking.
Update: you guys this is an amazing resource for learning asl. Bill Vicars is an incredible teacher. His videos are of him teaching a student in a classroom, using the learned vocabulary to have conversations.
Not only is the conversation format immersive and helpful for learning the grammar, but the students make common mistakes which he corrects, mistakes I wouldn’t have otherwise know I was making.
He also emphasizes learning ASL in the way it’s actually used by the Deaf community and not the rigid structure that some ASL teachers impose in their classrooms
His lesson plans include learning about the Deaf community, which is an important aspect of learning ASL. Knowing how to communicate in ASL without the knowledge of the culture behind it leaves out a lot of nuances and explanations for the way ASL is.
Lastly, his lessons are just a lot of fun to watch. He is patient, entertaining, and funny. This good natured enthusiasm is contagious and learning feels like a privilege and not a chore
And it’s all FREE. Seriously. If you’ve ever wanted to learn ASL
RIP Graham Greene. You were an incredible actor and a gentle soul. I watched you in every step of my life through media of all kinds. You will be missed.
We lost our beloved Chiefs Rain Fall (along with so many other iconic characters.) Seriously look through his IMDB his credits are insane. An absolute legend of a man.
You can also TEXT "START" to 678-678 or go to their website! There are 700+ of you following me. You don't need to be from the US to reblog this. Reblog.
you cannot talk about the homophobic murder of jonathan joss without including in the conversation that he is indigenous.
american indian men are at the 2nd highest risk of death by murder compared to all other ethnic groups. in their lifetimes, 82% of native men report having experienced domestic violence. yet the overwhelming majority of perpetrators are non-natives (88% of native men and 92% of native women who reported violence said their attacker was non-native). what’s more, tribal governments are often stymied in their attempts to bring justice against non-natives, meaning that many of these cases go unresolved.
this was an intersectional attack. the fact that he is indigenous matters, even if the motivation was homophobic, because it made him even more vulnerable and disposable in the eyes of his killer.
as always, look into MMIWP to learn more, and speak up for us. miigwetch, take care
cannot believe there are people who aren't familiar with the 2002 movie Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. it's not remembered as one of the animated classics of the early 00s because it's so different than other beloved movies - no talking animals, no fantasy settings, limited comedic elements - but my god did it shine in so many other ways. arguably some of the best 2D animation ever created, outstanding soundtrack, an hour and a half of pure anti-imperialism and anti-colonialism in a kid friendly story about horseys.
There will come a point where you will stop being 18-22 and your art output will slow dramatically, either from life circumstances, work, or schooling, and you will feel the urge to blame yourself for it. Don't!
It's with a heavy but hopeful heart that I watch Palestinian families fundraiser on here, slowly accumulating the precious little money to go around that they need to survive. However, not everyone is so lucky. A lot of Palestinians that have not had that kind of luck, that did not get early verification, that did not get massive platforms behind them from large bloggers, have approached me in my inbox, asking me kindly to do what I can for them.
It kills me that I have so little to give myself, but I've seen this platform collectively raise enough to change someone's life. I've made a list of Palestinian fundraisers that are extremely low on funds, in the hope that drawing attention to people who have not been lucky at all can help turn that luck around.
I know most of us can't possibly give enough to get all of these families safe in one go. But please, reblog this list. Pick one or two fundraisers, give what you can, and then keep track of it. Slowly, collectively, we can make a difference in these people's lives.
Share and donate as much as you can.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/178EGDFKkHlh3y4TMVX82kqgITHsqtoMdNccI2f_94Os/edit?usp=sharing
A/N: So excited to once again participate in this fun event put together by @rdrevents and to post this gift for @krystal-callahan.
I haven't had much of a chance to write for Dutch before, so I this was a great opportunity to do so - so thank you for that chance!
I hope you enjoy it! 🤗
This should have been a simple robbery. A small heist with a small reward, but a reward nonetheless.
Dutch knew deep down in his bones that it should have been a quick in and out, no alarms raised, nobody hurt and none the wiser. Which is exactly why he couldn't understand why he was now sprawled on the ground with a pistol aimed at his face and Hosea shooting daggers from his own spot in the dirt. He didn't need to look at his face to know it was shrouded in a deep scowl.
He didn't understand what had gone wrong - where he had miscalculated.
The previous night at the bar he had spent a few hours (and consumed a few drinks) watching and waiting for the right target, and eventually he had appeared. Drunk, mouthy, and all too willing to share information, the poor sap had apun him a tale - and what a tale it had been. His wife had left, he worked a unfulfilling job and his children had all grown and moved on better prospects; leaving him behind to wither away in Valentine. All in all, the perfect target.
Dutch had downed the last of his whiskey (the beef in the local saloon never sat quite right with him) leaving the empty glass on the table and took the stool next to him, patting him on the back before subtly drilling him. Where abouts in Valentine did he live? Where did he work? What sort of things occupied his day? Anything that could help him determine the best time to sneak into his supposed empty home and make off with a few valuables.
When he returned to camp later that evening, leaving the man in semi-better spirits, and shared his plan with Hosea, he had seemed intrigued. A simple homestead robbery? Why not? After some discussion and a night's sleep underneath their belt, they hitched up their horses and returned to the small livestock town, lying in wait until the perfect moment to strike.
Hosea, the patron of the arts that he was, concocted a scheme. He would distract with his own colorful tale of sorrow - a missing horse and desperate need of assistance, while Dutch would slip in the back and collect what he could.
None of that seemed to matter now. Not when he was mere seconds away from a swift and immediate death. Hosea;s outcome not much brighter.
Dutch felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple and he fought the urge to swipe it away. Swallowing hard, he found himself at a loss for words - something highly foreign to him. He stole a glance at Hosea and nearly withered at his gaze. Somehow he understood that his problem had become his to fix. And why not? It was his fault they were in this mess, so it only made sense that he should get them out of it.
Mustering up a boost of courage, he intended to do just that.
"Listen, good sir," He stammered, holding up one hand cautiously as he propped himself up with the other. Anything to keep the man's temper at manageable levels. "We were only trying to -" "I know what you were 'trying' to do." The man spat, furrowing his brows even more. "You were trying to rob me blind."
"Now that is a grievous overstatement. We merely -"
"I don't care what kind of statement you think it is. I ain't about to let some uppity traveler steal from me. I should just shoot you right now and be done with it."
"You wouldn't want to do that, my friend." He said quickly so as not to be interrupted a third time.
"And why not?"
A few more beads of sweat began to gather just above his eyebrows. "Well, you wouldn't want the law involved."
He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, and that was all that Dutch needed. The man's hand lowered ever so slightly; the gun no longer pointed right between his eyes. "Why the hell not?"
"It would be a hassle," Dutch started, slowly moving to crouch. Balancing his weight on his feet instead of remaining in the dirt. He kept his hands raised out in front of him. "And an unwelcome presence in your otherwise quiet, peaceful home. No one wants that."
"I-I suppose not." The man stammered, his anger slowly, but surely, evaporating and replaced with something akin to uncertainty.
"Exactly." Dutch cooed, putting his silver tongue to work. "We can resolve this...little misunderstanding ourselves, right?" He didn't even wait for the man to respond. "Now, my partner and I will just take our leave and you won't ever have to worry about us trespassing again. Does that seem fair?"
A moment passed before he finally responded. "Alright," He lowered his weapon to his side. "Just make yourself scarce. I don't wanna see you again."
"Wouldn't dream of it." And Dutch meant it.
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It was moments later that the two outlaws found themselves (and their horses) ambling along at a slow pace back to camp, their proverbial tails tucked between their legs and their spirits well, and truly dampened. Dutch shifted uncomfortably in his saddle, feeling Hosea's frustration looming like a dark rain cloud. He searched for something to say. Anything to break through the barrier that had risen between them. But nothing came to mind.
"Well," the silver-haired outlaw said after what felt like decades. "That certainly wasn't our finest moment. I can't even consider it a good moment. What on earth went wrong, Dutch?"
Dutch flinched inwardly at the sharp bite as Hosea said his name. The scathing rebuke was well-earned, he knew, but it still made him feel like a little kid again. A feeling he truly despised.
"Hosea, I do not quite know what to say." He started, fighting the shame that began to bubble up inside him. Something almost foreign to him in this stage of his life.
"A first for you." He shot back, his gaze focused on the trail before them and his posture rigid.
"I made a mistake, Hosea." Dutch said, bristling. "It happens."
"Yes, mistakes happen. But not for something as simple as this. Not to you." Hosea, sighed and finally turned to look at him. There were still traces of anger in his old eyes, but it was partnered with concern. A concern for someone that had been with him from what seemed like the beginning of time itself. Dutch recognized that look well. He carried that same feeling within him too.
"What happened back there Dutch?" Hosea asked quietly. "I'm just trying to understand."
"I don't know," Dutch said after a moment, and it felt like the truth. One moment he had been rifling through a chest of belongings, elated at the prospects, and then in the next he was flung out the front door with a force he hadn't been expecting; landing sprawled on the ground and heavily surprised.
He looked down at the reins squeezed tightly in his hands and let out a sigh of his own. "I suppose I just got caught up in the excitement of it all. It's been some time since we pulled a heist together and I guess I let it get the better of me."
They rode on in silence for a bit, the dull trod of their horse hooves and their occasion snorts the only sound. Hosea looked ahead once more while Dutch ruminated on his admission. Somehow Hosea managed to drag out even his deepest kept secrets. A talent he cursed on many occasions.
"Still trying to impress me after all these years, huh?" Hosea said finally, when the silence seemed to stretch on. There was a hint of humor in his tone, and Dutch knew they had crossed the path to forgiveness.
"I suppose so," He chuckled, shooting Hosea a wry smile. "I am nothing if not a showman. Though I can't say where I picked up the habit."
A knowing look passed between them and even Hosea couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, I'm sure you've learned a few things here and there."
"And I'm sure I will learn a great deal more in time."
"Perhaps," Hosea said simply. "But, for now, maybe leave the petty dealing to our younger, less boisterous proteges? At least for the time being?"
At this, Dutch couldn't help but laugh out loud, tossing his head back. "I think I can manage that."
"I'm impressed, Dutch. I was afraid I would have to resort to shallow tricks to keep you in camp."
"Not this time, old timer. Not this time."
"Good." Hosea said, nodding his head approvingly. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'm parched. Care for a drink back at camp?"
"Certainly, old friend."
Hosea tapped his heels against his horse, urging Silver Dollar into a lazy trot. Dutch did the same with The Count, keeping in stride with him as they made their way back to camp. He breathed in a breath of fresh air and exhaled the temporary bad blood between them, glad that things had returned to normal.
Because we live a life that is not fit for human life.🙏😢😢
This is part of our suffering.😟👇
You wake up in peace and safety to the pleasant sound of birds.
Unfortunately, we wake up to the sound of planes and explosions, which is really scary for me and my children.😢😢🩸
As you pass the bathroom, you wash your faces and brush your teeth. We stand in line to Entering the bathroom . 😢💔
When we come to wash our faces we don't find soap, and even the price of toothpaste has reached a point that makes us say no no 😞😞💔
Our children are suffering from malnutrition. We can't find any food to eat in the markets. But at a very high price.🙏🚨🚨🌾
And when you prepare a meal for yourself and your children, all that is left for us is yesterday's bread, which is cold and dry and contains nothing, and we prepare it from dirty, spoiled flour that is not worthy of being food for animals. Is this human dignity?😞😢💔
We suffer a lot in the tents. - The spread of insects and infectious skin diseases. I suffered from chronic high blood pressure due to the heat of the tents at first, but I also suffer from Chronic stomach diseases(Duodenal infections, bacteria and the Mediterranean ).😢💊🩸
Often we wish we could go back to how we were before the war, to go back to our simple lives.🙏
Unfortunately, our children have lost all their rights, the most important of which is education.😢📚✏️
We suffer from the lack of clean water, otherwise it is very difficult.😢💧
I hope everyone who sees this post will help me to stay alive and to meet the needs of my children. 🙏🙏❤️
Hello everyone, I am Ahmed Khalil Abdul Rahman Saleh, 40 year… Doua Abo safia needs your support for My children are dying of hunger&poverty
The campaign is verified by✅️ @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #228 )✅️
I know i'm just a random person you follow online but I mean it. People (all kinds of marginalised people too!) Have survived all types of horrible times and managed to find happiness eventually. If for no one else, survive for them. And also, try to survive because the people making you despair don't want you to live. Don't give this to them. Don't give your life. The best thing you can do is cling to it with everything you've got. Lay in bed for a day if you have to. but please promise you won't hurt yourself.
Take screen breaks, (now more than ever!!) Meet up, Call your friends, call your family if you're on good terms. Spend time with pets. Text your favourite mutual you never speak to if you've got no one irl. Hell, log on a minecraft server if nothing else. Or rewatch your favourite show.
Make sure you eat enough and sleep enough, and take the meds and vitamins that you need. Don't believe anything you think if you're hungry and tired and have been scrolling too long.
Get a therapy appointment if you think you need it.
You can absolutely not take any shortcuts when it comes to your wellbeing right now.
Red Dead Redemption 2 was so real for creating the most in-depth, realistic clothing system I've ever seen in any game, and exclusively using it on burly, unhygienic men.
You choose every layer, every accessory, with dozens to hundreds of each to choose from. You can go in and fine-tune minute details like whether or not to roll up the shirt sleeves, or button the collar, or whether to wear your pants under your boots. These clothes get dirty in real time depending on what you do in the game. Mud, dust and blood linger unless washed off. Every garment has a warmth rating based on its material, and the game calculates what temperatures an outfit is suitable for based on the combined total. Dressing too cold or warm for the weather causes health debuffs.
You can choose which way he parts his hair, and whether he gels it. If you eat too much he gets bulkier and gains a double chin, and if you eat too little he can go underweight and get all bony and sallow. Both of these states come with stat changes. His hair and beard grow in real game time, and you need to routinely style and shave his facial hair if you want any style other than a full Santa. You need to bathe him regularly or people will start commenting on his BO, and he'll start visibly appearing filthy long before that. He sunburns in the sun, and in the heat he becomes slick and glossy with sweat.
This shit is IN DEPTH. It blows the customization systems of actual fashion-centric games like tf2, Monster Hunter and Splatoon out of the water in every regard. They honestly look basic in comparison. It's a paradigm shift for sure once you experience RDR2's level of customization. Everything else starts to feel smaller.
The player character all this customization is applied to, and I simply cannot stress this enough, is a 36 year old, 6'3" smoker weighing well over 200 pounds, with facial hair thicker than a sheepdogs, forearms like gnarled tree trunks and a dark, dense forest of body hair covering every reasonable surface. His skin is pocked and marred with scars from a rugged, nomadic lifestyle, and his teeth are the colour of cornbread. He has a thick southern accent, is a known mean drunk and knows how to skin pretty much any North American animal. He has never worn deodorant, flossed or moisturized. He eats canned beans, fruit and the like by simply pouring them into his mouth and gulping, often while walking or riding a horse at full gallop.
I can think of NO better use case for such customization. Not some fresh-faced little twink, not some busty anime babe. Just a gross, hairy, unwashed homeless dude with crippling self esteem issues and a chest broader than a barrel laid lengthwise. A non fashion-centric game, certainly a non-fashion centric character, but for some reason the best clothing and customization system ever concieved, bar none. What the fuck.
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