joyful bullshit encourager

Ana, she/he/they (finally remembered to update my pronouns woo). Robots took over my life awhile back and they served as a gateway drug to bad shipping decisions, punk rock fairies and, lately, gay space rocks. The wizard thing was already part of my genetic makeup. Posts may be NSFW.

[everyday-cutephoto]

[ailithnight]

This is a worm? Or perhaps some sort of slug?

[marlynnofmany]

And it's gonna getcha

[linlevine]

SOMEONE JUST DROPPED A FULL EPISODE LENGTH ADAPTATION OF IDW WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

[obieros]

Get him again

[azrakon]

[the-grand-author-ne]

[remy-labelle-purple]

[hollanovarchive]

Heya! This blog is so cool! Do you think you could do a rec list for fics/ficlets posted on tumblr? I love ao3 but sometimes I prefer to read here

Yes, I’ll do my best at searching and adding them. Suggestions are MORE than welcomed!!

Tumblr Ficlets

🏒 Hollanov Sex Toy Shopping | @mymansmoon

shane and ilya lying at opposite ends of their living room couch. shane has his glasses on and is doing some work on his laptop. ilya, unbeknownst to shane, is browsing sex toy shops on his phone.

🏒 Boston Year Fluff | @mymansmoon

it's the year following s1. ilya is still in boston and shane is in montreal. they've just played a game against each other in boston and shane is staying over at ilya's house.

🏒 Crime/Mafia AU | @delsicle

A summer night in Manitoba. Shane fighting sleep from the driver’s seat of his patrol car, four hours left on his shift. Nights like this are dangerous because they allow his mind to wander back to a time when he wasn’t always a small-town cop, writing parking tickets and getting the short end of the stick with his patrol times. In another lifetime he was one of the youngest members of the RCMP, back before the lifetime blacklist and demotion down to the lowest possible rung of police work with no hope of ever rising up again. 

🏒 Irina Rozanov's Story | @manhasetardis

Irina is a smart and curious child with big dreams. She gets into figure skating. She’s good, she wants to be the best. In her late teens she gets a boyfriend. He’s good at first, sweet, but soon starts getting jealous and controlling

🏒 Shane Moves Out of Montreal | @lavenderprose

So Ilya is helping Shane pack up his house in Montreal that summer, that fucking whirlwind summer after they are outed and after their lives end and restart like a fucking heart attack victim being resuscitated and after Ilya finds himself standing in his own backyard and realizing he has a family again, has a husband and parents and brothers.

🏒 Soft Hollanov | @bugslibraryy

here’s something warm and horny and sweet for ya

🏒 Morning Sex | @mymansmoon

sleepy cuddly morning sex + quiet dirty talk

🏒 Ilya's Birthday | @gloryhollanovjah

Ilya wakes up alone on his birthday.

🏒 Horny, Freaky Hollanov | @schittyfic

“Fuck, I need you inside me, like, yesterday.”

🏒 First Year Boyfriends | @tizniz

Shane’s nervous. Which is stupid and ridiculous. But this is the first year where they’re not just fuck buddies and they get to be together and real with each other. And most importantly: it’s Ilya’s birthday.

🏒 Cliff Bisexual Moment | @marmelade-sky

going off of that one post you made, would you write something about cliff trying out guys/gay sex (and telling ilya about it)? I love the idea that he's a little bisexual

🏒 Separated Room Assignments | @hollanovbiter

One road trip, the Centaurs are looking over their room assignments for the night, and notice that Shane and Ilya have been separated. Usually, their captain and assistant captain are always bunked together, for obvious reasons, but tonight they’re both assigned other roommates.

🏒 Suck Him Off Sunday | @hutsonwoolyums

The problem, Ilya realizes, is the tuxedo. It’s all sharp lines and tight angles that hug Shane’s body just right. And Shane’s been working hard in the pre-season. He’s packed on weight and muscle, and he’s rested and happy, glowing actually, at the praise he’s receiving for his speech at tonight's Irina Foundation Gala. And Ilya, well, Ilya is in trouble. He’s been in trouble for hours, since the moment Shane walked into their bathroom to ask for Ilya’s help with his cufflinks, and Ilya nearly swallowed his tongue. 

🏒 Slow Dancing | @bugslibraryy

Surely, a song had never made him feel like his heart was pushing up out through his ribs, wetting his eyes.

🏒 Grandparent Hollanov | @grimsonandclover

“Grandpa!” A chorus of voices from below chest-level cried out from the living room, hurling themselves against his legs as short arms wrapped around his waist and legs. He couldn’t help but laugh, even if the room spun with the impact. “Alright, alright, hello. Gentle on grandpa’s knees, please.”

🏒 Baby Shane Hockey Video | @quillquiver

Ilya almost dies as the grainy screen resolves itself into an MC and a tiny Shane, dressed in his hockey gear. His helmet is crooked on his head, his stick tap tap tapping against it as he stares at the interviewer, determined. His cheeks are big and round and pink from the cold of the ice, and though Ilya cannot make out his freckles, he knows from pictures that they’re there. The MC crouches down and a packed Bell Center is visible behind them.

🏒 Ilya Caves To Shane | @my-castles-crumbling

“Can you ask Roz to end practice like…ten minutes early today? I’ve got a date with Cassie later and she’ll kill me if I’m late again,” he asked, wincing a little at some past memory.

🏒 Montreal Jane | @mybloodstream-caffeine

"We all know who Rozanov's best lay is." Like they'd rehearsed it, the Boston Raider's all cry out in lilting sing-song unison: "Montreal Jane!"

🏒 Shane Is Arthur's Dad (Threesome) | @rileetheriddler

She'd started to become suspicious the minute the exhaustion of labor and bringing home a new baby had started to abate. Arthur's thick head of black hair was completely at odds with her brunette and with Hayden's blonde, but matched perfectly with a certain other man. Another man with whom she and Hayden had celebrated a wild night after winning the Stanley Cup in 2015.

🏒 Ilya & Yuna Bonding | @agent-odessa-over

After lunch they are seated in the den, fondly flipping through old photograph albums, when Ilya spies one that makes him lean over and squint.

🏒 Photo Albums | @lavenderprose

Ilya finds an odd picture of Shane in a photo album at one point. He's maybe three, he's sitting on the massive purple sofa that Ilya has discovered the Hollanders owned when Shane was born. He's frowning, red-cheeked and he's got a strange plastic case on his thumb.

🏒 Shane Snaps At Hayden | @ilya-sweetheart

“I know you were just, you always just. No matter how many times I tell you to drop it, to stop setting me up with Jackie’s friends, to stop asking when I’m having kids, you just can’t stop.” Shane closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cool locker door. He forced himself to breathe in and out. Focus.

🏒 Ilya Remembering His Mama | @gaemerprince

Ilya's day off from playing hockey. A day in his life and some of his thoughts.

🏒 Open Relationship AU | @perlukafarinn

AU where Ilya seduces Shane away from an asshole boyfriend and I really want one where the boyfriend suggests opening the relationship and that's how Shane and Ilya first start fucking

🏒 Shane's Oral Fixation | @watermelontuesdays

Ilya first notices it because he's simping. Shane's standing in the kitchen, the afternoon sun hitting him just right, head tilted back and just chugging down a glass of cold water like he's dying of thirst. Ilya is stupid with want. His eyes trail over Shane's pink lips, the drop of water that runs down to his chin, and the smooth movement of his throat as he gulps, gulps, gulps...There should be one more gulp.

🏒 Shane Crying During Sex | @bugslibraryy

“Fuck Hollander, like cock so much it makes you cry huh? So pretty, needy boy” Ilya cooes over him and Shane is falling apart he’s cutting off into galaxys, he’s a heartbeat and nothing else. He’s whatever Ilya does to him. Shane is nodding, still, trying to tell Ilya he’s. Yes it’s good he’s I like it so much yes I’m needy.

🏒 Domestic Hollanov Caught on Video | @sumthinboutapickle

Ok so you guys know abt that trend on tik tok where one person is secretly videoing their parter being all sweet because they think they’re in private?? I got a little something.

🏒 Ilya Cockwarms Shane | @hutsonwoolyums

It starts, like many things do, because Ilya is curious. Even after all these years, there are still things about Shane that make Ilya curious. It's just that he's seen how it affects Shane, being on his knees for Ilya, just holding Ilya’s cock in his mouth. His shoulders unclench and his face relaxes and he goes still, and any other time Ilya’s cock is out, Shane is never still. And so Ilya is curious. Where does Shane’s mind go when he floats away like that? What does it feel like? Ilya wants to know. 

🏒 Post Sex Cuddle | @bugslibraryy

Shane and Ilya laying in bed post fuck, Shane sprawled on his back still, Ilya between his legs, Shane’s thighs loosely pressed to Ilya’s sides, Ilya is still inside Shane, he’ll stay like that till he too soft for his cock to stay there, because Shane loves it, feeling full till the last moment and Ilya does too, loves how Shane whines if he even feels like Ilya is going to pull out.

🏒 @myshangel Masterlist

🏒 @delsicle Masterlist

🏒 @bugslibraryy Masterlist

🏒 @mymansmoon Masterlist

There's too many for me to add on my own LOL, here is the search for it -> Hollanov Ficlet Tag

If you are a tumblr writer that wants to be featured on this post or you know someone who you want to recommend, feel free to comment or send me a message (: Having the direct links to pages where the ficlets are available would be the best option!

[decepticonsensual]

Not to be all "the children have forgotten the sacred texts!" but I just saw someone refer to a ship between two people who are good friends in canon as a crackship.

Hon. No. Crackship doesn't just mean "not canon". It's difficult to imagine two people who spend significant canon time together as a crackship. Crackship is when you write Galactus getting fucked by Tony the Tiger.

[decepticonsensual]

Gotta say, my absolute favourite notes on this so far have been the number of people congratulating Tony on his rebound from the Grinch.

[flightyquinn]

For it to be a crack ship, at the very least the characters need to have not only never met in canon, but to have never had a reason to.

Ideally, they shouldn't even be from the same media.

To truly master the art of the crack ship, the basis of their compatibility must be built from the most minor, obscure, and/or questionably intended details of each character's identity.

Vegeta wore a pink shirt in the Trunks saga? He's with Barbie now. Ken left her for the Riddler. No I will not elaborate.

[decepticonsensual]

I love how many ships people mention on this post as examples of truly unhinged crack ships, where I end up nodding and going, "... actually, I'm intrigued by this, go on." :D

(I don't know enough about Dragonball to fully picture the Vegeta-Barbie dynamic but the aesthetic would be impeccable and what I do know about Vegeta is sending me. :D And Ken x Riddler? Oh, my god, I'm genuinely enchanted by the idea of Eddie with someone who not only can't solve his riddles, but does not grasp what riddles are. Mr. Twelve Layers of Meaning with Mr. "My Job Is Beach". People who dismiss Eddie or try to front that they're smarter than him trigger his rage, but Ken gets that adorably furrowed brow and Eddie quickly switches the gun he's holding to the other hand so he can pet Ken and coo, "It's okay, baby, don't worry your head about it." I see the vision.)

[convocation-conduit]

My take on Eridian reproduction from my Scientific Method fic. Feel free to use in your own fanworks; credit is appreciated but not necessary <3 please cred if you repost the diagram though

Edit you can buy this as a print now if you want

[cerceos-deactivated20160308]

Calvin and Hobbes - It’s July Already

[medrawawi]

💤💤

[bea-goldfish]

It’s a few years into their relationship when Ilya realizes that his left arm is ever so slightly stronger than his right

It’s not really noticeable, not to anyone else, not even Shane. It’s just something that pings in Ilya’s brain when he’s in the gym strength training, that it’s just a teeny little bit easier to lift on his lift. He knows this isn’t exactly unusual, even — most people are slightly uneven, most people are a little bit stronger on their dominant side

… except Ilya is a rightie.

He puzzles over this for a while, wondering if he ought to be doing a few extra reps with his right arm, wondering if he ought to try to even it out, wondering how the fuck this even happened when he’s literally always favors his right arm/hand. He uses it to pull Shane close, to open doors for Shane, to hold himself up while he fucks into Shane……

And meanwhile, he’s using his left hand to jack Shane off.

Ilya puts the pieces together mid-hand job, when Shane is settled between his legs, back to chest. He’s got his right hand on Shane’s leg, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin on his inner thigh, while his left hand strokes Shane hard and fast until he’s whining and begging for release.

Ilya hides his reaction by biting into the sensitive skin on Shane’s neck and lets him come before rolling them both over so he can laugh into a pillow.

“What?” Shane says, scowling as he wriggles underneath Ilya, sensitive and sated. “God, you’re such an asshole. I didn’t come that fast.”

“No,” Ilya eventually manages to say through tears of mirth. He’s still hard, but he’s pretty sure he’s accidentally killed the mood. “No, no, you were perfect.”

“Then what the fuck is wrong with you?” Shane twists around so they’re face to face, and Ilya can bury his face into the crook of his shoulder.

“You know,” he says after he’s calmed himself down with the scent of his boyfriend’s sweat, that musky, salty smell he’s grown accustomed to having in his bed. “You know how my left arm is stronger than my right?”

“Yeah, so?” Shane says. He’s got this adorable, frustrated look on his face, all scrunched up and angry. “What does that have to do with — oh.” His eyes flick down to Ilya’s left hand, coated in his cum. “Oh my god, Ilya, are you serious? Is this why your right backshot is weaker than your left?”

Of course that’s what Shane worries about. God, Ilya loves him.

“It’s ok!” he says, grinning wickedly as he pushes himself up onto his left elbow. “I will even it out. Only rightie handjobs this summer.”

Shane’s smile grows slowly. “I bet your right hand isn’t as good at it,” he says, and his words reek of a challenge. “Bet you’ll need lots of practice.”

Huh. Mood not killed at all, then.

Ilya kisses Shane deeply and runs his hands — including the cum covered one — through his hair, ignoring the squeak of protest in lieu of the twitch of interest in both of their dicks.

“Good thing I have a great personal trainer,” he says and winks.

Training season has never been so much fun.

[0-afraidangel-0]

The Illuminae wiki sometimes uses an old penguin random house website as a link -- this website no longer exists, and some images on it were not archived on the wayback machine. Luckily I found a Spanish blog post that reposted a lot of the images! Here's a link to it, and an archive, and another archive.

I am very happy that Kady's intake form was archived. I searched for so long trying to find it. It has information that isn't present elsewhere. Here's another link to an archive specifically of that image.

I'll repost the all images from the blog post here again just in case.

[ceruleankitkats]

Capes are for bothering your friends.

[marmelade-sky]

fic idea before you close your inbox 😭😭 but I think Fabian meeting Ryan’s sister/parents for the first time could be so cute

i need to put together a spreadsheet of all the characters' families istg asdfgsdf

my prompts are currently closed as I am working through my backlog, but my ask box is open for yapping or headcanon requests <3

-

Ryan was nervous. Visibly so.

Fabian hadn't seen him this fidgety in a while, his big hands shaky with nerves.

"Hey." Fabian reached for his arm, squeezing it. "It'll be okay, yeah? They love you, I love you, we already have something in common."

Ryan gave him a shaky smile.

They were waiting for Ryan's parents. Fabian had already met Ryan's sister Colleen, which had gone well. Fabian thought, even if he was an alien with four arms, Colleen would have been happy to meet him just because Ryan was happy. So hopefully, Ryan's parents carried the same energy.

He knew why Ryan was so nervous; his parents, from what Fabian knew, were decent people, hardworking and, for a lack of a better term, normal. However, they were also a bit old-fashioned. Not in a malicious way, but still. After Ryan had shown them a photo of Fabian a while ago, his dad had asked, with genuine confusion, why he wasn't just dating a girl if he was okay dating a boy who wore make-up.

Fabian had kept it casual today, for Ryan's sake. And maybe, just maybe, because he also wanted his in-laws to like him.

"There they are," Ryan breathed.

They were in the most un-pretentious restaurant close to Ryan's apartment Fabian could find, and Wendy and Richard Price fit right in. They were both very tall and overall large; Wendy looked like a woman who had spent her days working hard and taking care of her family, with rosacea on her cheeks and fluffy, strawberry blond hair styled in a way that was several decades out of style. A big smile spread on her face when she spotted them. Her husband was just enormous, which didn't surprise Fabian at all, considering Ryan must have gotten it from somewhere. He had the look of an older man who used to be extremely muscular about him, the mass of his bulk fading and being replaced by a comfortable layer of fat, but still muscular enough that it made him look like he could rip a tree from the ground with his bare hands. Dad strength. He was bald, but had a thick, red beard streaked with a lot of white. They were both wearing plaid, matching adorably.

"Oh, Ryan!" Wendy exclaimed as they made their way over to the table. Both Ryan and Fabian had risen to their feet, and Fabian was starting to feel like some kind of tiny fairy between these three massive people.

"Hi, mom," Ryan mumbled, letting her pull him into her arms. Wendy hugged her son, first cupping his cheeks, then kissing them. Ryan blushed, winding out of her embrace after a moment.

"Leave the boy alone, Wendy," Richard grumbled good-naturedly behind her, then pulled Ryan into his own, very manly hug. There was a lot of back-slapping involved.

Meanwhile, Wendy moved on to Fabian, her warm smile wavering and turning almost... shy?

Fabian quickly stuck out his hand. "I'm Fabian. It's so nice to finally meet you, Mrs Price."

Her unsure expression stabilized a bit, and she shook Fabian's hand with a firm grip. "It's so nice to meet you, Fabian! And please, call me Wendy!"

"Thank you, Wendy." Fabian gave her his best smile, and her own broadened. Middle aged women usually liked him. Middle aged men were a different story.

Fabian turned his eyes to Ryan's dad, hovering behind his wife, and stuck out his hand to him as well. Richard took it, Fabian's hand completely disappearing in his enormous bear paw. "Nice to meet you, sir," Fabian said very politely. Behind his dad, Ryan gave him a weird, slightly pleasantly confused look.

Richard seemed to appreciate it. "Nice to finally meet the person our son's crazy over," he said gruffly.

"Dad," Ryan grumbled. Fabian noticed that they carried the same tone.

They sat down, the booth fortunately large enough to fit three members of Novia Scotia's largest family plus Fabian. The server came and took their order. Fabian knew Ryan had looked up the menu beforehand to feel more secure.

They made small talk about the flight, the city and the hotel Ryan's parents were staying at. The conversation was pleasant enough, and Fabian secretly enjoyed not feeling like he was under a microscope like he usually did with his own parents (when, or rather, if, they managed to stop talking about his sister for long enough so Fabian could get a word in).

"You're from Halifax originally, right?" Wendy asked Fabian.

Fabian nodded. "I came to Toronto for university."

Richard leaned in, pretending like he was only talking to Ryan. "Got yourself a smart one, eh?"

Ryan, with a little smile, replied, "Yeah. He's smart as hell."

Fabian gave him a smile, resisting the urge to kiss him, and felt himself blush.

"What did you study?" Wendy asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"I got a music degree," he said, keeping his voice carefully neutral. His own parents had criticized his choice endlessly, and Fabian still felt a lingering sense of resistance from it.

"Yes, Ryan told us you're a violinist!" Wendy gestured to her son.

"And a singer," Ryan intercepted. Fabian felt his blush, which had just subsided, come back.

"Classically trained, eh?" Richard said with a little smile.

"Yes," Fabian confirmed, then added, "Although my parents still think I should have gone to law school instead."

"No!" Wendy protested, "Music is wonderful! And the violin, so cultured!" She sounded like she meant it, and it was very sweet.

"So, your parents," Richard said, and his tone made Fabian steel himself. He could feel Ryan, too, freeze up slightly. "What do they think of..." He trailed off, gesturing back and forth between Fabian and Ryan. "...this gay thing?"

"Dad," Ryan said.

"I think they pretty much suspected I was gay from the second I raided my mother's make-up bag at three years old, and knew I was gay when I chose music over hockey as a teenager," Fabian answered honestly. Richard nodded like he appreciated the honest answer. "We're not very close, unfortunately, so they haven't met Ryan yet. But it has nothing to do with the gay thing." He gave Richard a small smile.

"Well, that's a shame," Wendy said very seriously, which Richard just nodded solemnly as if he was rolling the whole thing around in his head. "I mean, to be quite honest, we were surprised when Ryan... you know, came out to us," she added, "We didn't expect it, I think."

"Mom," Ryan said, sounding horrified, but she gestured towards him.

"You were always so... just, such a boy." Fabian felt Ryan wince. Under the table, he placed a hand on Ryan's knee in support. "Goes to show you it's just, y'know, not about all that."

"You were quite sensitive as a child," Richard added.

He still is, Fabian wanted to say.

"Either way," Wendy added, "I think it's best to just let your child be the way he or she is."

Fabian couldn't help but smile. This was so much kinder than his parents, who had talked at him at length about how they had no problem with him being gay, but always landed on all the other ways he had failed them in the end.

"I think you're right," he told her.

She nodded, then sighed happily. "It will be so nice to finally have someone with some musical talent in the family." Fabian felt his heart flutter. "You know, for Christmas and such!"

"Yes." Richard leaned forward, giving Fabian a very serious look, "Can you play Silent Night on your fiddle?"

Fabian leaned in, and conspiratorially said, "And on the piano."

Richard lightly slapped the table. "Fantastic."

-

Much later, Fabian was lying in bed, Ryan's head on his stomach. Fabian carded his fingers through his hair.

"That went well, didn't it?"

Ryan pulled a face, turning his head to look up at Fabian. "I'm sorry about them."

"Don't be. I like them. They're nice." Fabian trailed his fingertips across Ryan's eyebrows, then down the bridge of his nose. "They're just... honest." He gave Ryan a grin. "Not woke like us city folks."

Ryan snorted. "No, they're really not."

A moment of silence fell over them, then Fabian spoke up again. "When I came out to my parents, my mom e-mailed me a bunch of articles on queer rights and safe sex, followed by another article about how a career in music wasn't feasible for most people." He swallowed. "I don't care if your parents don't understand the intricacies of queer identity. I care that they obviously love you."

Ryan exhaled slowly. His eyes were closed as he was enjoying Fabian's gentle touches. "They liked you," he said quietly, "I could tell."

"Yeah?" Fabian asked with a smile.

"When you went to the bathroom-" Ryan's face split with a soft smile, "-my mom said-" he pitched his voice higher, "'He's so pretty, how did you convince him to go out with you with all that scruff on your face!'"

Fabian giggled. "Little does she know, I love the scruff."

Ryan opened his eyes. "Thank you." Fabian knew he wasn't just referring to the scruff thing.

Fabian curled his body down, and kissed Ryan in lieu of a reply.

[wizard-laundry]

The KIDS act (which contains KOSA) passed the US house, so I would recommend calling your senators and telling them to vote in opposition. I don't think I need to stress the importance of being able to use the internet freely and without privacy barriers being breached.

There are many scripts online you can follow, many ways to tweak your message to fit your senator (ESPECIALLY if they are up for reelection this year). Whether it's a recording you reach or a real person, be straightforward, don't argue, just let your rep know that you are a constituent and you oppose the KIDS act, etc.

Here is where you can search for your senator... call, email, fax, bring them physical letters, show up in person to their offices if you are able.

[dragongirlsweetie]

i do think oil executives should be considered mass murderers and treated as such. they knew this was going to happen

[mediasideblog]

[eroticcannibal]

MRI machines and cooling units and AC and IT systems in hospitals are breaking due to the heat. Lab equipment is failing. Some cancer treatments cannot be done due to machine failures. A&E overcrowding is worse due to heat related health issues and sheer amount of people is making the heat in hospitals worse (and the AC! Is breaking!) Patients with appointments are being advised to bring in "a lot" of water with them to be able to safely attend. Fans cannot be used in hospitals. Norwich has no functuoning MRI scanners right now. And the staff have to keep working through all of this, they are getting ill and sleep deprived which is compounding issues further. This is not normal 👍

[musashi]

In the PNW too a ton of us live in houses without air conditioning because we never needed it before, you could just run a box fan in the window overnight. We literally do not have the infrastructure

[fieldbears]

"Europeans/Northerners/(Insert Group Here) are just weak" also ignores the class issue.

The poorest folk are the ones living in the homes and apartments that are too old for inbuilt AC and that haven't been retrofitted for it. And they can't afford window units, especially not with the markup, if there even is one left in the store to buy. The people sweltering in the back of every restaurant right now where the aircon is broken but the manager won't close? Those are working class people who can't afford to get fired, working over stove tops in 105F heat.

[latriviata]

In most of these locations these poorest people are disproportionately likely to not be white* which makes the repeated smug geniuses in every thread like this piping up with “white people problems!” particularly disgusting. Beyond the perennial point we keep trying to convey on this webbed site that guys, equating ‘Europe’ only with ‘white people’ is what our local racists do and people claiming to be progressive need to stop repeating their talking points.

*plus even outside the lowest incomes or the most heat-intensive manual jobs, things like home ownership rates are also correlated with ethnicity [UK stats as example] and a) a lot of rental tenants are prohibited from having anything except free-standing devices even if they can afford them and b) window AC units are not compatible with a lot of building windows in the UK (casement has long been much commoner than sash) and afaik many other European countries, because they were never built with them in mind. Because this is 15-20•c hotter than summer temperatures at the time they were built. Because of that whole global climate crisis.

This article on housing in Paris was a rough read, and most (possibly all, idk) of the Parisians quoted were Black or North African French, who are in fact a large, long-standing and important part of the population. This really should not be news to anyone.

‘It’s like a furnace’: French struggle with heat-trap homes as climate inequality grows

Many of France’s buildings are not designed for hot weather – and low-income housing estates are suffering the worst

[wormliness]

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