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WORM CHARMING!!!!!!!!! 🪱💖🌈 pikadubs vers under cut
But wait there's more.....
https://mybricklog.com/blog/bricks-minifigs-corporate-stole-old-mans-200000-lego-collection
the CEO of patreon posted this video about Reckless Ben’s account:
bruh
Reckless Ben's investigation into the allegedly stolen $200,000 Lego Star Wars collection just took a weird turn
Reckless Ben, the content creator who recently exploded in popularity after a series of videos investigating a missing Lego Star Wars collection worth $200,000, has fled to Mexico following his arrest by the American Fork Police Department in Utah. The oddly contrived mystery surrounding the justification for Ben’s arrest has resulted in a “Mormon Mafia” conspiracy trending online, as those following the story believe that the owners of Lego aftermarket reseller Bricks & Minifigs, who are accused of stealing the collection, are being assisted by American Fork police due to their connections with the Mormon church.
This was a Patreon Request
I'd like your attention for a moment, after some internal review we need to issue a rare rebalancing for Rocky.
NO CHUCKABILITY - We had not seen Rocky with earth-like gravity, and so needed to adjust for this oversight. NO BONES - We were unsure how to solve this, but after much deliberation, we have come to the conclusion that whatever Rocky has got ain't bones. MAX MEDIA LITERACY - We had an unchecked earth bias that clouded our judgement. Rocky's ability to adapt to a culture which is literally alien is extremely impressive. That they were chosen for such an important mission must mean that they are an exceptional Eridian, and their ability to communicate across such a wide gap should have easily gained them that third star.
☝️not anymore!!!! People kicked up enough of a fuss
Seattle Children’s Hospital says a Laurelhurst neighborhood group has agreed to support its effort to end a review process for helicopter la
HUH?
Most cop thing I've ever read. what the fuck are you talking about. The posts you're looking for might be on this website but we won't show them to you???
I'm sure all my settings are set to "yes show me mature content no don't filter anything" what are you TALKING ABOUT
the posts are ON THE WEBSITE. I can't search dirty words?? am I five??? is this club penguin??? when I get you
Bitch we're ALL the problematic transsexual you were warned about via call out posts and news articles. Do not betray your siblings in the struggle, we are all next.
"But what if they did x, y, and/or z! They need to be held accountable!"
I means it's honestly unlikely they did x, y, and/or z. Most call out posts are just bullshit lies or so taken out of context that they're just as fraudulent as a bullshit lie.
However, if they did? A callout post is useless. It's utterly pointless.
A callout post does nothing but:
Isolate the supposed perpetrator, making it impossible for them to stay in a community that would otherwise be able to go "Hey bro/sis/sib, that was fucked, let's talk about it and fix it".
Puts a spotlight on the possible victim that prevents them from recovery or healing.
Creates drama that creates damage for all parties.
And that's if their was any truth in the post.
A callout post that's just a bunch of garbage though? That:
Isolates the victim of the slander, leaving them volunrable to attacks and harassment
Feeds into transphobia both generalized and specific to the victim of slander
Creates infighting, gatekeeping, and policement of the community
Often forces people who had nothing to do with the initial drama to take part in a now ever delevoping drama, which creates more callout posts, more slander, more harrasment, and more attacks on community members. Most often effecting the most marginalized members of out community.
Forces people to view content that is often triggering and demands that they make a moral statement about it, while trying to process or cope with the content.
Creates room for Terfs, tehms, radfems, and transphobes of all brands, to stick their ugly heads in and go "see, I was right about the trans cult, do you see what monsters they are".
There is never a valid reason for a callout post. There is no callout post that has ever successfully "held someone accountable for their actions" and there is no callout post that has not done damage to our community.
Stole this from somewhere but i think it’s appropriate
one of the funnier incidents of me assuming someone knew a meme irl was when a new coworker was talking about some woman who got arrested for tax fraud and I went "God forbid women do anything" and he got scared and thought I was accusing him of being sexist, so he started apologizing and saying how tax fraud isn't even bad, actually.
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This image from BioLib shows a mandible from a cow which is just incredibly deformed. It almost looks like a second jaw is present or… something. Any ideas on what exactly is happening here?
Craniofacial Duplication, or Diprosopus, in a calf. Here’s one with a little bit more splitting, but you can see how it starts becoming two, but doesn’t finish:
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Eeeeeeeee I love gempearl eeeeee
!!CHARACTERS NOT CCS!!
Quick lil piece I did of the girlsTM >:]
Lyrics from the song "I'll believe in anything" by Wolf parade
Watch until the end 😔
Listen with how many fires she's normally being pranked with, I think a non-fire based brank was actually a nice vacation. 30 or so extra minutes of distracted EGG who isn't committing forest fires at least. Unless they decided to use the time she was away to commit them insead of just giggling about chat and leaving to scare her I guess (not that I think they would ever actually grief like that lol, they didn't do that because they dont actually want things to burn)
Wild Life Fanfic
Heyo! This is a story that I made back when Wild Life happened. I’m just reposting because my old account got deleted.
Now, if you haven't read this before, there’s a few things to note:
On breaks and in-between sessioins, the server is turned to peaceful, all cameras are shut off, and wild cards are deactivated. This is to preserve food and lives. Any lives lost during these times are restored back to the player(s) before the next session begins/continues.
Pearl has L.I.M.S Disease (Lag Induced Muscle Spasms) I seen a post long ago about how lag is like an illness so Aussie ping could be like a chronic illness in the Minecraft universe. I took this and ran with it.
These are in fact the characters not content creators (think like Actor AU) The characters are staying in their Traffic personas during recording but being themselves off camera. This will make more sense as you read.
Nothing happens if they do go out of character, but because the sessions are timed, they need to get as much useable footage as possible.
Enough of the author rambles! Onto the story!
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“So, you two have been going around, mildly making people our enemies and neither of you two are on red yet!” Scott scolds to the two mischief makers in front of him. Pearl rolls her head back, tuning out her teammate’s voice, currently going into a ramble. The session had already been rough for her, and now they have a fight to deal with.
“I’m close enough to red to warrant some mischief, and it’s not like everyone’s gonna stay allied to the end anyways.” Pearl states, silently wishing their comms would go off alerting them of the break, until then they needed to remain in character.
“Still though, we don’t want to be making mo-“ Cleo starts before freezing. Pearl readies herself for the onslaught of pain that was coming.
“-more enemies.” They finish once the lag spike passes. Pearl leans on the sheep pen as a sharp, stabbing, pain shoots through her abdomen. Cleo lifts a hand from her hip, before placing it back. Good. Stay in character.
“We’re friends with literally most, if not half, the server. I-I’m sure we can do with some enemies.” The Aussie defends, checking the time. Two minutes till break.
“Pearl, making enemies is how we die! And with the wild cards, who knows what kind of things they can do to us!”
“You worry too mu–” Pearl’s voice caught in her throat. Another spike. A sharper pain now.
“MU-ch, Scott.” She finishes, stopping the crack of her voice. Her nails now digging into the wood of the fence. A moment of concern flashes into Scott’s eyes before he blinks it away. Stay. In. Character.
“I-I worry just enough, and I don’t want you two putting our team in danger. We can do that once we all get to red.”
“But Scott, it’s been going so well!” Impulse finally chimes in from the crafting table, as Pearl focuses her breathing, “Get one here, get one there, and little by little, we get to the end.”
“Yeah, then we have to fight each other.” Cleo brings up as Pearl looks back at the clock. One minute.
“Not like you haven’t killed your teammates before.” Pearl huffs, the pain slowly starting to fade.
“You’re one t-” Here it comes again.
“To talk, Pearl.” Cleo says, doing her best to ignore Pearl’s swaying as Impulse checks the time. Thirty seconds.
“I. . .” Pearl breathes doing everything to ignore the pain, “I– didn’t kill a– teammate– Cleo. . . I killed an– enemy. You and . . . Scott backstabbed– me.”
“We would have had to fight each other anyways.” Cleo waves off, “it was us, Gem and Martyn. She was going after him, and you were the closest one to us.”
“St-still– a backstab– though.” Pearl breathes before their comms finally ring out. Pearl collapses to her knees, a pained whine escaping, Scott and Cleo racing to her side.
“I– I’m fine.”
“You’re not.” Cleo says before the world freezes. It was a long one this time, 20 seconds. Once unfrozen, Pearl falls onto Scott.
“Get her in bed!”
“Cl- Cleo.” Pearl squeaks as her soulmate lifts her.
“Impulse best be making– Oh you are.” Cleo stops, seeing the imp already getting bowls and mushrooms prepared.
“I’ve got it, but best let Grian know that we’ll need a bit longer of a break.”
“That’s not necessary!” Pearl voice rang out, trying to sit up. Scott catches her shoulders, gently pushing her back to her pillow.
“It is necessary, and we are doing it. One way or another.” Cleo says, their voice stern. She heads to the far edge of the isle before looking at her comm to see she had missed some messages.
Grain > Everyone okay after that lag spike?
Renthedog > All good here.
Ethoslab > that was a big one
GoodtimeswithScar > *couf* That’s waht she said *couf*
SolidarityGaming > Good here
Geminitay > U nearly killed us
but we’re fine
Grain > Impulse? Cleo? How’s your group?
Cleo takes a breath. Hoping their message wasn’t going to have the whole server come sprinting over.
Bzz Bzz Bzz
They look at their comm again.
Martyn whispers to you > Pearl all good?
Grian whispers to you > Is Pearl alright?
Jimmy whispers to you > How’s Pearl?
The zombie can’t help but smile at the three’s concern. It warmed her half beating heart that the siblings, while usually fighting, were so quick to check in with each other when something did happen. The trio would be over for sure.
Zombiecleo > Impulse, Scott, and I, are okay, but the lag hit Pearl pretty hard. She’s in bed now, but will need a bit longer of a break.
Grian > omw
SolidarityGaming > same
Martyn > ditto
Pearlescentmoon > No need! I’m fine!
“Pearl.” Cleo breathes, furrowing their brow. She could be getting mauled by a warden and would still insist she’s alright.
“Hey.”
“Ah!” Cleo jumps, turning to find BigB. They slap his arm. “BigB! You know I hate that!” The man giggles.
“Sorry. Sorry. Forget you scare easily.” He pauses, “How’s Pearl?”
“Her stomach seemed to have gotten the brunt of it. She’s lying down now, at least, she better be.” Cleo explains glancing to see the avian brothers running up.
“I know how it is.” He pats their shoulder, “She’ll be alright though. I mean, yeah, you may have to fight with her to get her to take it easy on this next part of the session but. . . She’s tough. She’ll pull through.”
“Yeah.” Cleo breathes before the two start their way over to the others where they find Tango, Skizz, and Gem had decided to pop over unannounced. The latter coming to apparently shake the daylights out of Grian.
“FIX. YOUR. GAME! YOU CRIPTIC BIRDMAN! SO HELP ME!”
“Ge-e-e-e-e-e-e-m!” Grian tries to say.
“That lag spike nearly killed me! It nearly killed Joel! It practically could have killed the whole server! And I know you had something to do with it! So you’re going to fix it, you feathered freak!”
“Alright Gem. No killing the bird man on break. Save it for the cameras.” Cleo says for the fox hybrid to release the red sweatered avian. She storms back to the patient at hand for the zombie to look at the main admin.
“So what shenanigans have you done to cause the world to spike like that?”
“Heh, um,” Grian chuckles, ducking his head, “would you believe me if I said chickens?” Cleo pauses folding her arms.
“Strangly enough yes, but I feel as though that wasn’t the case this time.”
“Because it wasn’t.” The admin admits, “Creepers were blowing up our chests. We were lucky to survive that last one.”
“I’m sure you would have replaced the lives if you didn’t. I mean the break was called before it. Just needed time for the mode to change.” Cleo pauses looking over at the small crowd of nurses tending to their begrudging patient. “Will her recovery be long? She’ll be insistent on getting back to work.”
“With a spike like that, she’ll need to take it slow for a while. Perhaps two, maybe three days? Should be back to normal by then, that is as long as no more spikes happen.” Grian explains before the two walk over to join the chaotic party of mother hens.
“It’s dandelion so it will help more than regular. Just remember to drink it slowly. Can you sit up alright?” Impulse says, pausing on giving Pearl the bowl as Gem helps her sit up.
“Is that pillow comfy enough, Pearl? I can make a new one if not. Jimmy! Grab some wool!”
“Martyn. It’s fine!”
“What got hurt, Poppers?” Skizz questions, standing overhead, “Head, Stomach? How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Uh, two? . . . Skizzy, it’s not–”
“Outta the way! I got wood for the fire! She doesn’t need to be cold!” Tango calls pushing past Skizz.
“Tango that’s not–”
“You’re sure it was just your stomach muscles affected, Pearl? Your back’s fine? What about your limbs?”
“I’m fine Scott. I just– ”
“I’ve been looking at the potion guide,” BigB sits on the end of the bed, looking in a book. “Can’t find any muscle relaxer, but maybe if we combined pufferfish with glow-berries? I’ve heard Acupuncture helps.”
“Not happening.” Pearl and her brothers all say, making Gem chuckle.
“Well, maybe we try lava and carrots. Though that might be for eye aches. Or what about–”
“Is it just a pillow you need, Pearl? Or did you want another blanket as well?” Jimmy asks, "And if so, what color?"
“Oh my Notch.” Pearl breathes, looking away from the group. Gem places a gentle hand on her arm before turning to the mother hens.
“Hey guys?” The men stop what they’re doing and look at the only medical professional on the server, “Maybe you should try finding some snow? It will help relieve some of the pain in her joints.” There’s a pause.
“Powdered snow for Pearlie!” Tango yells rushing off the island.
“For Pearlie!” The others cheer, racing after the blaze. Jimmy and Martyn dragging Grian along. Cleo chuckles before turning their attention back to the disgruntled Australian.
“Did you enjoy the attention, Pearl?” They joke sitting on the side of the bed. The magpie rolls her eyes, hoping her face wasn’t too red.
“When’s the break supposed to end?” She questions as Gem pets her hair back.
“Soon enough. As of now, you need rest.”
“I need–” She pauses to wipe her chin of soup, “everyone to stop making such a big deal about this. It was just a spasm. It’s gone now. I’m fine.”
“Pearl, you had four of them. Back-to-back I might add, and with that last one I thought you were going to pass out.”
“According to Scott, I did.” She huffs as Gem starts playing with her hair, “But look, I’ll take it easy for the next part of the session. I have that storage room I want to build anyways.”
The red-heads glance at each other. They knew Pearl well enough to know that, while she could spend twenty minutes deciding what flower to use in a flower pot, there was also the chance that she gets a build-burst and tries to expand said storage room twenty blocks in all directions.
“How about this?” Cleo pauses, brushing Pearl’s bangs away, “build the storage room, but you are required to take five-to-ten minute breaks every half an hour.”
“Can’t it be every hour?”
“Nope.” Gem pops, “Every half, that way you can’t overexert yourself.” She pokes the top of Pearl’s head. “Which you tend to do often.”
“Do not.” Pearl huffs, “But I guess your offer is better than just staying up here and farming.”
“Good,” Cleo smiles, cupping Pearl’s face. “We worry about you, Pearl.”
“I knoooow.” Pearl mutters, snuggling into their palm, “I just–” The world stops again.
“Ah!” The Aussie gasps, curling inwards. Gem takes the bowl as Cleo helps her to lie on her side.
“Ah. Guess they– found snow.”
“I’ll kill them all when they get back.” Gem states rubbing circles on Pearl’s shoulder. Cleo questions if there really isn’t anything that could potentially help with this.
“Mm, we’ve done magma cream before. It doesn’t seem to help a bunch, but it’s something.” Gem shrugs for Pearl to whine.
“Noooo. I hate that stuff.”
“Well, heat is best to use for stomach muscles. . . Honestly, I don’t know why I even sent them for snow now.”
“Ah, with the lot that was running around here fussing over her, I don’t blame you for the mix up.” Cleo says pulling some magma cream out of a chest, “I’ll be surprised if they don’t come back with a mountian’s worth for you, Pearl.”
“Great, I can build a snow tower out of it.” She hums, “Did Griba extend the break? Felt like it should be over by now.”
“He did. We have an extra twenty minutes.” The zombie states, coming back over as Gem helps turn their patient onto her back. “Meaning you have more time to rest.”
“Easier said than done.” Pearl huffs flinching as the cream gets applied. Gem runs her fingers through the younger girls hair.
“Why did it have to be L.I.M.S.?”
“Because the universe needed to nerf you. You’re too powerful otherwise.” Gem explains, pressing a gentle kiss to Pearl’s forehead, “Now rest up. We can’t continue our fight next session if you’re still bedridden and I won’t even mention how it’s already gonna be a long rest of this session.”
“Gonna be a long rest of break aswell.” The brunette rolls her eyes before giving a shy smile, “Thanks for this though.”
“Of course, Pearl.” Cleo smiles down at her before all of their comms buzz.
Grain > Incoming!
Tango > Stack of snow for Pearlie!
Skizzleman > And we picked up more visitors! :D
“Oh, for the love of Void!”
Hello again! Some of you probably recall this story and have noticed the changes and some of you probably won’t. Simply put, I wrote this story back when Wild Life first started to help me and others remember that while they may fight on camera, at the end of the day, they are all still friends who love and care for each other, and that’s what matters.
Pearl is befriending some sparrows!
E.g.g causing mayhem and chaos? Close enough, Welcome back Secret Society!
