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(header credit to roxicons) (Entire tumblr credit to hoosierbitch, who made this for me :-)). Every post is bunny themed! Well, almost every.

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[changan-moon]

How to see whether a Chinese handmade teapot is well done or not - quality of the spout is an important standard. 

cr: 承启 建水紫陶

[amemait]

that last teapot is like witnessing an eternal and important truth

[ms-demeanor]

I just watched this with the sound on and i really recommend it because the utter silence of the last teapot is both perfectly predictable and totally remarkable.

[millennial-review-deactivated20]

[sensiblereblogifposts]

Reblog if you’re  a joyless communist

[tikkunolamorgtfo]

Buy Tony’s Chocolonely Slave-free Chocolate. Fuck Nestle.

[aimmyarrowshigh]

There’s a whole movement of ethical, slave-free chocolate companies, and the advocates who work to track the legal battle to make ALL chocolate slave-free, worldwide, at http://www.slavefreechocolate.org

You can see the current (2020) list of slave-free chocolate companies on their website at http://www.slavefreechocolate.org/ethical-chocolate-companies, or below if you don’t click links:

Aloha Feels Chocolate  

Alma Chocolate            

Alter Eco Chocolate

Amano Chocolate        

Askinoise Chocolate    

The Beach Chocolate Factory

Belicious                        

Black Mountain Chocolate

Cacaoteca

Cacao Medium

Caribeans Chocolate

Castronovo Chocolate      

Choquiero Chocolate      

ChoCoaque Chocolates

Chocolate and Love

Chocolate Cartel              

Chocolat Celeste

Chocolate Tree  

Chocolate Troubadour      

Choconat        

COCO Chocolate    

Compartes Chocolates      

Dandelion Chocolate        

Dark Forest Chocolate      

Denman Island Chocolate

Dick Taylor Craft Chocolate  

Diego’s Chocolate              

Divine Chocolate Co.        

Eating Evolved                  

Eat Your Hat        

Eclipse Chocolate                

El Ceibo                            

The Endangered Species    

Endorfin Foods                  

Enliven Cocoa                    

ENNA Chocolate                

Equal Exchange                  

Fairafric            

Fine and Raw Chocolate    

Fire Fly Chocolate                  

Forever Cocoa          

Fresco Chocolate            

Fruition Chocolate          

Gayleen’s Decadence    

GEPA Chocolate          

Giddy Yo Yo                  

Grenada Chocolate Company  

Grocer’s Daughter Chocolate

Guittard                            

Habitual Chocolate    

Hilo Shark Chocolate    

HNINA Gourmet            

Hogarth Chocolate  

Honest  Chocolate  

Hooray  Tuffles        

Indi Chocolate      

L.A. Burdick Chocolates

La Iguana Chocolate  

La Siembra Cooperative  

Lillie Belle Farms          

Madecasse                

Maverick Chocolate Company

Mayan Monkey    

Mayordomo        

Mexican Arabica Bean Company-Wholesale            

Mia Chocolate        

Montezuma’s Chocolates  

Nayah Amazon Chocolates  

Neary Nógs              

Newman’s Own Organics  

PARRÉ Chocolat          

Pasha Chocolate        

Purdy’s Chocolate      

Omanahene Cocoa Bean Company

Ombar                        

OpuLux Fair Trade Chocolate

Original Hawaiian Chocolate

Parliament Chocolate            

Montevérgine                

Patric Chocolate                

Plamil Organic Chocolate  

Potomac Chocolate            

Pure Lovin’ Chocolate        

Raaka Chocolate                  

Rain Republic                  

Rapunzel Pure Organics  

Ritual Chocolate              

River Seas Chocolate      

Samaritan Xocolata      

Sappho Chocolates            

Seed & Bean Chocolate        

Shaman Chocolates            

Sibú Chocolate            

Solkiki Chocolate         

 Sweet Impact Chocolate    

Taza Chocolate                  

Terra Nostra Organic        

Terroir Chocolate                

TCHO                                

The Xocolate Bar                

Theo Chocolate                  

The Original Chocolate Bar

Tobago Estate Chocolate  

TONY’S CHOCOLONELY 

Truffle Pig Chocolates    

Twenty-Four Blackbirds Chocolate

Valrhona Chocolate

Videri Chocolate Factory

Viva Cacao   Can

Vivani Chocolate        

Vosges                      

Wei of Chocolate      

Xocolatl Chocolate  

Zaks Chocolate        

Zotter   

Nestle’s net worth as of today is 10.46 BILLION dollars.

The largest, most prosperous of these slave-free chocolate companies (Vosges, which is also a female-owned corp if that matters to you!) is worth… $100 million.

That means that Nestle has $10,360,000,000 more dollars with which to pay its employees, INCLUDING AND ESPECIALLY the cacao farmers who are the backbone of their entire industry.

If all of these companies worth LITERAL BILLIONS OF DOLLARS less than Nestle can afford to be slave-free, so can fucking Nestle.

[trash-kidt]

yooooo

[ivorysilk7]

Purdy’s is awesome.

[writing-prompt-s]

You are a guard in a fantasy world. You notice a man in elegant armor kick a chicken in the streets. In your lawful rage, you manage to kill this man in the name of justice. To your dismay, you realize you just killed The Chosen One. You just doomed the world.

[delotha]

In my defense, it was self-defense.

I saw him saunter through town in his expensive, fancy armor, nearly bowling over Granny Fairchild when she didn’t get out of his way fast enough.  I didn’t think much of him - no one did, that I knew - but what was I going to do?  The man was clearly some sort of lord or higher, and I’m just a guard.  Not even a captain or sergeant!  Just a normal, everyday run-of-the-mill guard.

In short, there’s nothing special about me.  No special training, no special knowledge - unless you count laws, which I memorized - nothing whatsoever.

I didn’t say anything when he demanded prices to be lowered, and forced his “goods” on us.  Spoils of adventures, he said.  You can’t get them anywhere else.  What are we going to do with forty preserved wyvern eyeballs!  It’s not something any of us can use.  I don’t care how much some wizard in a city we’ve never been would pay for them.

I didn’t say anything when he aggressively flirted with all the women, to the point that little Maria started crying and her brothers looked for sharp objects.  Thank the gods that Maria’s wife is so quick-thinking, and got his attention elsewhere!  It would have been a very ugly, very deadly brawl, and Maria would have lost her brothers.

I didn’t say anything when he co-opted the blacksmith’s forge to make a few daggers to push on us - because his skill is so legendary, however were we to survive without his priceless daggers?  Ahmed was unable to fulfill his orders that day, and will now have to work twice as hard to catch up!  And I wanted him to look at my gauntlet, too, because it was starting to look a little warped at the wrist.

But when I saw that man start to kick around Granny Fairchild’s chickens, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer.  Those chickens are all she has!  Every morning, Granny Fairchild comes to market with a basket of fresh eggs, and we all buy some - even if we don’t need eggs - to make sure she doesn’t go hungry.  Like most of us, she refuses handouts and charity, preferring to get by on her own.

“You can’t do that,” I told him, using my sternest voice.

“Do what?” he asked, kicking a hen and sending her scuttling.

“That,” I said.  “Kicking chickens.  Or any animal.  You can’t do that.”

“Who’s going to stop me?” he asked arrogantly.  He looked me up and down, mockingly.  “You?”

And just to be an ass, he took out his sword and killed one of the chickens right then and there.

Now, killing someone’s animal isn’t necessarily an arrestable offense.  You get a fine, you pay it, and you go on your way.  Especially something small, like a chicken.  A cow, now, or a horse, that’s a different story.  But a chicken - no. 

But by this point, I was so tired and so fed up with his attitude.  Who was he to walk into our village in his fancy, expensive armor and harrass our people?  Making our shy girls cry, assaulting our widows and grandmothers, nearly robbing us blind by forcing his “goods” on us in exchange for ours, and putting good people out of work for his barely average daggers?  An entitled ass, I tell you.

So I took out my sword and intended to bash him at the back of his head to bring him to his knees.  It’s not a very brave act, to attack someone from behind, but you must understand that even then, he was some mighty adventurer while I am a lowly village guard.  In a fair fight, I had no chance.

Apparently, I hit him too hard, or just right, because he went down like a sack of potatoes and didn’t get up.  I looked him over, then call for our healer.  When she arrived, she pronounced him dead and congratulated me.

Imagine that, being congratulated for being a murderer.

Well, we gathered his things and I sent out a report to my sergeant in the next village over, who must have forwarded it to the captain, because the next thing any of us knew, we had an entire garrison marching on us.  The captain demanded to see me, and I reluctantly made my way up.

I murdered a lord’s son, I thought.  They’re going to arrest me for murdering a lord’s son!  There goes my career!

I hadn’t murdered a lord’s son, of course.  I did something much worse.

“You killed Adam Draxon, Hero of a Thousand Lands?” the captain demanded.  He looked me up and down, much like the man did, but less mocking and more incredulous.

“I never knew his name,” I managed, nearly biting my tongue in two I was stammering so bad.

“He wore the Crest of King Ellifry!” the captain said.  “How could you not know?”

“Is that what it was?  I thought it was a fat eagle…”

The captain and all his men stared at me for a long moment, where I was certain that time must have stopped, because it lasted an eternity.

“He was on his way to slay the vicious dragon plaguing Balewood Forest!  And you killed him!”

“It was an accident!” I protested.  “I was trying to arrest him.”

“Arrest him?!”  The captain was apoplectic.  “You were trying to arrest the Hero of a Thousand Lands?  For what?  What could he have possibly done to make you arrest him?!”

“He, ah, well, you see… Hm.  It was like this…”

“Go on, I’m listening.  I’m very eager to hear your reasoning.”

I took a deep breath.  “IwasarrestinghimforkillingGrannyFairchild’schicken.”

“What?”

“He killed Granny Fairchild’s chicken,” I said again, slower.  I didn’t dare look up.  The captain wears some nice boots.  Shiny.  Tailored.  “So I was arresting him.”

“You murdered Adam Draxon, Hero of a Thousand Lands, Defender of the Free People, for killing a chicken?”

“It was an accident!” I protested again.  “I was just trying to… subdue… him…”

“And who, pray tell, is going to slay the dragon plaguing Balewood Forest?” the captain asked me scathingly.  “You?”

“I can’t kill a dragon!” I said.  I’m pretty sure I squeaked, too. 

“You killed the Hero of a Thousand Lands,” he told him, sarcasm practically dripping from his voice.  “You must be a mighty warrior, so a dragon can’t be too difficult a task for you.”

I stared at him in disbelief for a long moment.  In that moment, I saw something.  Okay, a lot of things, but mostly the one.  I saw fear.  Not of me, gods no.  The captain was afraid.  I had - accidentally or not - killed our only hope against the forces of darkness in our world.  Who was going to slay the dragon?  Certainly not me; I’d be lucky if I got close to the beast.  And certainly not the captain.  Really, there was only one person who was capable of such a feat, and he was moldering in an unmarked grave in our village cemetery.  

The next few hours went by in a blur.  I was given the Hero’s old things - things we had carefully packed away and inventoried to prevent theft - to protect me.  I was told some of it had magic, like protection against evil and the like.  It looked pretty, but ultimately worthless.  What would a shiny ring do against a dragon, except make it envious and eat me for the ring?

Really, what else did I expect?  If I had stayed, I would have been hanged for murder, at best.  At worst, I would have been drawn and quartered in some public place while my entire family was arrested and enslaved for my crimes.  In a way, the captain was saving me.  This was a chance to redeem myself - albeit a very small, very dangerous, and very, very stupid chance.  But it would keep me from a very public execution, which was generally better.

It’s not like the thought of chucking all of the Hero’s things the minute I got out of sight and running never occurred to me.  It did.  Numerous times.  I thought about it as I lay awake at night.  I thought about it as I heard story after story after story of the Dragon of Balewood Forest.  But someone had to try, damnit.  Someone had to at least try.

I never did get my gauntlet fixed.

When I had finally made it to the dragon - which, by the by, involved talking wolves and a bargain with a witch that I’m pretty sure she now regrets as you can’t exactly extract a dead person’s first born if they’ve never had children - I was tired, and hungry, and terrified out of my wits.

The mountain wasn’t as big as I pictured.  It was a large hill, at most, with a shallow cave.  I climbed up - a feat, I assure you, that sounds more daunting that it was.  I mostly walked, and like Balewood Forest, it was a pleasant walk.  And when I reached the mouth of the cave, I mustered all my meager courage to shout my challenge to the Dragon of Balewood Forest.

“H-hello?” I called out.  “Anyone home?”

A roar echoed from the cave - a massive sound that had me quaking - and smoke curled out.  I felt a blast of heat roll out of the cave.

“Look, I’d just like to talk for a bit,” I said.  “If you have time, that is.  I can come back tomorrow, if now’s not a good time for you!”

Heroic bravery at it’s finest, I tell you.

I felt an impact that was like being hit by a mountain.  I thought at first it must be some sort of cave-in or avalanche, but not.  Just dragon.  I rolled down the hill a ways, losing the sword and shield almost instantly along with my bearings.  I had barely stopped moving when a clawed paw pinned me to the ground, and I was face-to-face with a wall of long, sharp teeth and sulfuric breath.

“Adam Draxon!” the beast roared at me.  “You murdered my parents!  You have left me an orphan!  Do you have anything to say for yourself before I kill you?”

“Um, I’m not Adam Draxon,” I said.

“What?!” the dragon screeched.  It pulled back just enough to look at me with one beautiful sapphire eye.  Really, if you get the chance to look at a dragon’s eyes, you should.

“I’m not, um, I’m not Adam Draxon,” I repeated.  “I’m not anybody.”

The dragon pulled away, glowering at me.  “You’re wearing his armor. You’re wearing his Crest!”

“I still think it looks like a fat eagle,” I muttered as I took the Crest off and tossed it aside.  “Look, I know you were expecting Adam Draxon, and I’m sorry, but I’m here.  So can we talk, please?”

 “Where’s Adam Draxon?” the dragon demanded, arching itself up to look bigger.  For all the stories I’d ever heard, the dragon was really about the size of a large draft horse.  Certainly not the size of a house, like I was told.  And it’s scales - while very bright - weren’t exactly what you’d call shiny.

“Um, he’s, uh… well…”  How do you explain that the Hero of a Thousand Lands is dead?  Especially to someone who wants to cook and eat him?  “He, uh, he died.”

The dragon cocked it’s head to look at me with one eye.  “Dead?  You expect me to believe that the Slayer of a Dozen Dragons and Terror to the Dark is dead?” 

“Yeah, I was surprised, too,” I admitted.  “It was an accident.”

“Accident?” the dragon roared.  “An accident?!”

 “Well, how else was he going to die young?”

The dragon lowered itself and stared at me for a long, long, long time.  “You don’t smell like you’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“But you don’t smell like you’re telling the truth.”

 “It’s… complicated.”

 “Tell me.”

 I took a deep breath.  “I was trying to arrest him.  His back was turned, and I hit him too hard with the pommel of my sword.”

 “… he’s really dead?”

 “He’s really dead.”

 “But he killed my parents!”

 I walked up and patted the dragon on it’s shoulder.  “I know, I’m sorry.”

 And that’s how I “defeated” the Dragon of Balewood.  He told me his story, and I listened for a while, and when night fell, he invited me to stay with him.  A dragon lair is surprisingly clean and comfortable, and we talked most of the night.  The dragon - Lorcanthan - was in need of a permanent home.  The terrorizing was merely to get Adam Draxon to his location, so he could get revenge for the murder of his parents.  There was very little terrorizing, I learned, as Lorcanthan mostly showed up and bothered the horses and maybe burned a field by accident.

 That morning, I decided to go to the villages around Balewood Forest.  For the better part of a season, I went to each village and spoke with the people.  In truth, very little actual damage occurred, and even then, it was mostly by panicking animals.  The mayors and headsmen were very reluctant to speak with me about the matter, at first, but slowly listened to what I had to say.

 Later, I went to Lorcanthan and had him come with me to the outskirts of Balewood, where the mayors and headmen were waiting.  I helped negotiate a deal for them, between the dragon and villagers.  And so the Dragon of Balewood went from plague to protector.

 Really, that’s how it started.

 Afterwards, I went to speak to the witch about the bargain, and she was willing to wait.  Being as the bargain was struck when I was under extreme duress, I managed to talk her down to shared custody.  We’ll figure out the details when I do have a child, I guess.  She sent me to talk to her sister, who was across the country, about a matter involving kidnapping.

 That was a horrible, horrible case, where I discovered the the Wicked Sorceress of the North was being blamed for the actions of a vile man.  The less said, the better, but when I had settled that matter, word go around.  

 And when a Horde of Orc Barbarians led by Thorid the Bloodthirsty threatened, I was sent to deal with them.  I don’t know how, exactly, it happened, because I had a few drinks with Thorid, but I ended up accidentally challenging his eldest to a duel and - purely by chance, I promise! - killed her.  Which made me, by Orc law, Thorid’s heir.  Somehow.  And second-in-command.

 When Thorid died from gangrene from an untreated injury by boar, I became the leader of the Horde of Orc Barbarians.

 From there, things got complicated fast.  And now I’m the Leader of the Dark Forces, and it’s the eve of war.  I sent King Ellifry a letter asking that he meet with me to negotiate this matter, but I haven’t heard back yet.  I’d really rather avoid the whole war thing, but honestly, when you actually sit down and listen to the Dark Forces, you learn that there’s a lot of inequality and oppression that really needs to be addressed.

 And as a guard sworn to uphold the law, it’s up to me to see that it is addressed.

Never did get my gauntlet fixed.

[dollsahoy]

Nice, J!  Thank you =)

[elidyce]

This is such a great story, I love it. 

[wordsaremylife]

This…this…needs to be published. God damn, it’s good.

[ivorysilk7]

This is a great tale.

[darthvaders]

[child-of-dolora]

And there was never another Rogue One callsign ever – and when the Rogue Group flew the Rogue leader was always back and to the right of true lead position, because it was understood.  It was believed.  It was known.

Rogue One would always fly with their group, because the Force was with them.

[patrickat]

[doctortay-deactivated20210629]

FYI this is called ‘missing man formation’ and is done in honor and remembrance of a fallen pilot I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING

[celebsarchive]

[psychesandsexdrives-deactivated]

Let me tell you a fucking thing about costume design. That’s some in depth, difficult shit to learn. And the fact that this goddess can ramble this shit off the cuff means she knows her shit. ELLE WOODS IS A GODAMNED GENIUS AND IT’s NOT A STRETCH TO BELIEVE SHE GOT INTO HARVARD LAW MMMK?

[katecod]

FUCK YEAH ELLE WOODS OR DIE

[alimarko]

this movie is literally about an attractive woman who loves to party having to prove over and over again that she’s also intelligent and hard-working to those who judge her based on her looks (who also empowers and fights for other women, and fosters unlikely friendships instead of engaging in girl hate) and if you don’t think that’s some great feminist shit then I don’t know what your problem is

[lilyskinned]

Let’s not forget that in the end when the guy wants her again, she turns him down because she knows she deserves better.

[aphony-cree]

The movie’s director made fun of Reese Witherspoon for taking the part too seriously. He was trying to make a silly movie where you laughed at the sorority girl

Reese’s co-stars have said her hard work inspired them to play their parts with more focus too. This is one instance where a lead actor actually should get credit for the movie being as iconic as it is. If everyone had followed the director’s vision this would have been another forgettable college comedy

[ivorysilk7]

It’s also about her trying to fill the role she’s given—women of a certain social class were and often still are consigned or at least expected to fill certain roles-so she did that and excelled, until it no longer fit her needs and she changed tracks. I bet she knew every damn thing about clothes and food and running a household-she had a plan that shouldn’t be looked down on because her career plan was not initially to be a doctor or lawyer. Women get to make the choices they want and if she had chosen to be an amazing wife and mother for her life that should be celebrated.

[lifehackable]

This is potentially life saving information everyone should know.

[tarcroach]

No you guys this post helped me find my cat. He was missing for almost a month and I’ve had him for over 12 years. After seeing this I put his favorite blanket he always slept on outside hoping he would smell mine or his scent and he was back the next fucking day asleep on it.

[ittygittydiddynator]

When my cat got out, we called and called for him, and then, later that night, I remembered similar advice to this, and so put his little scratching pad, which he adores, on the front porch. Not even half an hour later, I heard a thump, opened the door, and there was his big butt, meowing at me.

[sparklesmccheesy]

Important and vital

[natasha-romvnoff]

I don’t care that I reblogged this today I’m reblogging it again

[vastderp]

awwwww babies ;_; i hope everyone’s pets come home safe.

[fairyfawm]

heres a TOTALLY BLANK image!! there is DEFINITELY NO REASON for u to click it!!!!!!!!! NOT AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!

[thegingerpowers]

[teaboot]

I understand why people dislike leather and animal products. But leather is such a good resource? Like… My mom bought a sturdy leather coat in 1989. I’m in my 20’s and I now wear that coat. That’s a 30 year old coat? 30 years, two generations, one coat. Versus, like… A plastic one, that rips and gets thrown out, or releases bits into the ecosystem every time it’s washed, takes a billion years to decompose, lasts maybe a decade if you’re super duper careful, and uses oil products in it’s construction. Like, yeah leather is expensive and comes from a living animal, and I’m not saying that you should go out and buy fifty fur and leather products for the he’ll of it, but like… Maybe the compromise is worth it? One animal product, valued and respected and worn down for generations, versus like… Six plastic products that will never ever go away?

idk, I could be wrong.

[800-dick-pics]

this is why im so fucking pissed white colonial fucks and white vegans get so enraged at indigenous people for using hides/leather and animal bones as if that shit breaks or rips like cheap polyester does

[drtanner]

Remember, kids:

It’s not “vegan wool”, it’s plastic.

It’s not “vegan leather”, it’s plastic.

It’s not “vegan fur”, it’s fucking plastic. It’s all plastic.

It’s all fucking plastic, and every time you wash it, or damage it, or try to dispose of it, that plastic winds up in the water, in the earth, in the air.

Hell, the damage has already done when the fucking thing’s been made. As the OP says, it’s all oil and oil products; it creates pollution just to produce synthetic fabrics and materials, even before you try to throw them away, which, I mean, good luck with that.

A lot of vegan ideology is built up around a very superficial set of ethics that are supposedly about protecting animals, wildlife and the environment, but they fall apart when you look even a little bit below the surface. Every time you eschew an animal-based product in favour of something “synthetic” for the sake of “saving an animal’s life”, you’re creating pollution and trash that won’t go away for thousands of years, damaging the Earth and making life so much worse for countless animals and people.

Think about this stuff more than not at all, please.

[appropriately-inappropriate]

Eeeeeeverybody loves to get up my asshole because I wear fur. Yeah? Okay then.

When you live somewhere with -40C winter temperatures, you realize that pragmatism and warmth trump all other considerations.

I’m in and out of cars and buildings all day, every day. I have to dress for the weather and fur is hands down one of the warmest things you can wear — ask the fucking Inuit.

So you know what I do?

I check consignment stores. I check estate auctions. I get family heirloom furs.

I buy furs that are literally older than I am, in styles that would consign them to the dumpster, and then get them tailored to fit. My fur earmuffs? Salvaged fur from a coat that was ripped and functionally useless. My fur short coat? A fur that got raggedy and moth-eaten at the bottom and so was hemmed to hip height. My long fur coat is almost fifteen years older than I am, and I’m thirty one years old. Do that math.

So yes. I wear fur, because it fits my needs, my budget, and my ethics. The vegans wearing pleather can kick a brick. Only one of our coats is going to destroy the planet, and it isn’t my grandmother’s mink stole.

[mycroft-valentine]

Not to mention the fact that buying these natural leather products from indigenous peoples both subverts capitalism (that wants you to buy cheap shit that breaks), and also supports indigenous communities and artisans.

[appropriately-inappropriate]

I’m reading the notes and it’s really cute when people go “but use hemp! Use cotton! Try linen!”

Yeah?

Imma wear linen when the weather looks like this:

I am NOT going to wear hemp, linen or cotton when the weather looks like this:

When the weather outside is frightful, I’mma make like an Inuit and dress like this:

(Also, as you say: it is possible to responsibly source ethical furs. I prefer furriers like Victoria Kakuktinniq, who is an Indigenous Inuit fashion designer who interprets traditional fur designs for a modern sensibility. The funds from her clothing — and from other northern Indigenous communities — allows those northern communities to maintain their cultural traditions, while also introducing a much-needed revenue stream. If you have to buy fresh fur, Indigenous furriers are a good bet!)

[ms-hells-bells]

@acti-veg this is just…. *sigh*

[appropriately-inappropriate]

Which part is *passive aggressive sigh*?

Would it be the:

-reuse of fabrics and furs that are generally anywhere from 10-50 years old?

-recycling and repurposing of old or otherwise unusable materials like leather and fur to make smaller items like jackets, vests, gloves, hats and balaclavas?

-support for Indigenous traditions, handicrafts and artisans?

-recognition of the fact that there are very few plant-based products that will stand up to winters where the average temperature is anywhere from -20 to -50

I know, I know. Your ethics are itchy and it’s very simple to talk that good shit.

But let me introduce you to a Canadian phenomena: frostbite.

Frostbite occurs when your cells freeze. Your cells.

Ice crystals begin to form in cells in temperatures lower than -4C, which is what Canadians call “spring, fucking finally”.

In the teeth of winter, you get maybe ten hours of sunlight a day and your highest temperature is still double digits below 0C and the weather channel is saying “WEATHER WARNING: skin freezing in 30SECONDS”, and the government has put out a WEATHER EMERGENCY: EXTREME COLD WARNING.

When the weather is that severe, we don’t actually get the luxury of waxed cotton, woollen peacoats and a few layers of linen.

Sanctimony and sighs and good intentions don’t keep us warm.

[systlin]

Seriously, it hit -50F here last winter, linen and cotton don’t do fuckall in those temps.

Well, that’s not true. They DO, actually. They get wet from sweat and then get clammy and suck the heat out of you, leading to frostbite. Polyester is plastic, and I avoid that, because it’s bad for the environment.

You know what actually keeps you warm when it hits -50F? Wool, fur, and down. All animal products, all renewable and biodegradable, and all of which will last years with proper care.

I have two fur coats, both of which I paid $20 or less for at thrift stores, and both of which are vintage. Wool doesn’t harm the sheep it’s sheared from…they need to be sheared to stay healthy, actually…and down is harvested from animals that will be eaten, meaning none of the animal goes to waste.

[systlin]

Ah, yes. Truely, sheep live terribly. (Note; sheep wool is useless unles they have good pasture they’re raised on)

Ah, yes, the sheep are so mistreated when they’re sheared. A whole four minutes and they’re done. It’s like giving a fussy toddler a haircut.

And if they’re NOT shorn, you get flystrike, which I’m not going to post a pic of here because it is very unpleasant. Basically, flies lay eggs on the thick wool and the larvae eat the sheep’s skin off. It can be fatal.

https://www.fwi.co.uk/livestock/health-welfare/livestock-diseases/parasitic-diseases/fly-strike-warning-warm-wet-weather-continues

But please, tell me, the granddaughter of farmers who lives in farm country and who has neighbors who keep sheep, how sheep work.

[teaboot]

Hi I’m the OP and I grew up dirt poor on a Canadian sheep farm and I support this message

[spellsinsugar]

To even pull away from cold weather folks, my people are all from Texas and Louisiana and leather is 100% useful for so many things. Tanned hides were a common good for us and surrounding tribes because they’re fucking awesome when it comes to rain protection, provide quick shade in the heat, and were a great way to protect your ass when riding an animal.

Tanned hides work great as a base for moccasins, because it’s thick enough to protect your feet from the heat of the packed dirt, and thin enough that your feet don’t sweat to death inside of them. In boots, I don’t trust any material that isn’t leather or reptile skin to protect me from animals or the elements.

Y’all really need to look at your anti fur/leather/wool campaigns and recognize the anti-Indigenous sentiment that runs through all of them.

[nos4ay2]

My go-to response when someone tells me they bought a vegan leather item is to go “whats that? Oh you mean pleather”. I personally see the whole vegan leather thing as one of the greatest rebrandings of a product.

[rottendyke]

!!! The entire “vegan”/plastic leather fad is damaging as fuck, both for the environment and for people as a lot of the time that shits also produced in sweatshops or other shitty places. If you’d rather contribute to fast fashion and get a shitty fake leather jacket that’ll last you maybe five years tops with frequent wear whilst likely supporting companies that exploit their workers, that will never biodegrade and will instead sit in landfill after already releasing tiny plastic particles into the water, be my fucking guest if it helps you sleep at night better than if you bought a second hand leather jacket for likely a fraction of the price, but know that you’re an utter fucking moron for doing so.

You can recycle all you want and eat all the veggie burgers you want, but if you buy pleather you’re still contributing to the destruction of our planet and the exploitation of workers. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[sand-in-the-timepiece]

This entire post brings me hope

[turquoisemagpie]

Animal fur used for effective and historically successful survival? Yes

Animal fur that’s put on display in a house as a decoration for shooting an animal purely for the sake of ‘sport’? No

[neopets-slut]

Why lush is so expensive

Please remember that Lush is a fair trade company. This means that all they pay ALL of their workers a livable amount, and don’t take advantage of workers and harvesters in third world countries like many brands do. They test none of their products on animals as well.

Please keep these things in mind! Just know there is a reason that they cannot sell their bath bombs for 99 cents each. Doing so would mean that hard workers are being under paid.

[whatsanapocalae]

other reasons it’s expensive: 

constant checks on their resources - They will drop any company that they are partnered with if they learn that they are gathering ingredients in an inhumane way, harming the environment, or puts their people at risk

charity work - if you’ve ever heard of Charity Pot, it’s called such because 100% of the cost (not proceeds) go to charity. It’s not what’s left over after they’ve paid the workers or bought the ingredients, it’s every single cent. 

kitchens instead of factories - They dont have a big warehouse of stock. They don’t have processing plants. What they have are buildings with industrial kitchen equipment, where all products are made by hand. 

fighting animal testing - a lot of companies say that they dont do animal testing, but they don’t do anything to prevent animal testing and may use ingredients sourced from animal testing. Lush leads protests, creates bills, and spreads information, as well as only work with those who don’t use animal testing, in order to fight the system

helping their sources- If they find out that something is wrong with one of their companies, they’ll do what they can to fix it. That means, if something is broken, they will fix it, even though it’s just someone that they’re partnered with. 

delicate products - everything they sell has an expiration date, because it’s all made out of fresh ingredients and they use as little preservatives and unnatural things as they can. That and bathbombs break, all the time. They can’t sell it if it has any damage larger than a dime.

[vampire-crimson]

this is… actually really nice information to know? im too broke to be able to afford their products, so the only access to any info about them i have is either word of mouth or if i were to actually look up information about them. 

i always assumed it was some status symbol thing like apple but im always happy to learn that things arent like that!

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

Also if you can’t afford their prices but you live near a store at all, they offer free samples!! 

Autism + anxiety make dealing with strangers scary and uncomfortable for me, so I assumed those posts about friendly and welcoming Lush employees were exaggerating, until I finally gave it a try. Best retail experience I’ve had in ages.

Every time I visit a storefront in my nearest city they send me off with a ton of samples. I don’t have to give them my personal info, no one has ever tried to convince me to spend money I can’t afford, they’re genuinely happy to show off the products they have and talk to you about what might help you out.

[ivorysilk7]

Really good to know!

[leepacey]

the woody allen thing

In case anybody doesn’t know about Woody Allen:

Woody Allen was accused in 1992 of molesting his girlfriend Mia Farrow’s daughter, Dylan Farrow, when she was seven years old. He later married Soon-Yi Previn, Mia Farrow’s then-teenaged daughter. He was Mia’s children’s father figure for many years.

This case is extremely controversial for a lot of reasons, but I’ll just list some of the facts:

source 1 - source 2 - source 3 - source 4 

Dylan’s claims have been consistent her entire life. She said that the molestation began when Woody Allen took her into the attic of Mia Farrow’s home.

Woody Allen had been in therapy for “inappropriate behavior” with a child psychologist before the abuse allegations were ever presented to the authorities or made public.

Seven-year-old Dylan Farrow’s pediatrician was the one who first reported the molestation to the police.

Allen initially said that he had never been in the attic where the molestation allegedly took place, but his hair was found in the attic, so he changed his story and said that he had been in the attic just a few times. The investigation later concluded that his account of that day was not credible.

Ronan Farrow, one of Dylan’s brothers, who today is the journalist who wrote the infamous Harvey Weinstein exposé that helped spark the #MeToo movement in Hollywood, has said that he remembers witnessing Allen “climbing into her [Dylan’s] bed in the middle of the night” and “forcing her to suck his thumb.”

Three other adults besides Allen were present in the Farrow home the day Dylan was molested. A babysitter told police and gave sworn testimony that Allen and Dylan went missing for 15 to 20 minutes. Another babysitter told police and also swore in court that on that same day, she saw Allen with his head in Dylan’s lap facing her body, while Dylan sat on a couch “staring vacantly in the direction of a television set.” The third adult, a tutor, told police and testified that on that day, she’d found that Dylan was not wearing underpants under her sundress after disappearing with Allen.

Multiple employees of the family testified that Dylan used to be terrified of Allen, and that Dylan once locked herself in a bathroom for four hours when Allen came over to their house.

Allen refused to take a polygraph administered by the police during all four court cases about Dylan’s molestation. Allen lost all of these cases.

In his 33-page decision, Judge Elliott J. Wilk found that Allen’s behavior toward Dylan was “grossly inappropriate and that measures must be taken to protect her.”

You can read Judge Wilk’s full original court ruling here.

Woody Allen was never prosecuted in a criminal trial - some claim he was never prosecuted because there was no evidence, but the state attorney, Frank Maco, said publicly that there was probable cause to press charges against Allen for child molestation, but declined to do so due to “the fragility of the child victim” and the toll the trial process would’ve taken on her.

Read Dylan’s story, in her own words, here. 

Woody Allen has famously said about his relationship with Soon-Yi: “I was paternal. She responded to someone paternal. […] I was happy to give her an enormous amount of decision-making, just as a gift.”

So, here’s a list of celebrities who love Woody Allen, worked with him, and/or have defended him:

Jeff Goldblum — defended him

Kirsten Stewart — repeatedly defended him

Cate Blanchett — defended him

Stephen King — called Dylan a “bitch” after her 2014 article was posted

Emma Stone — worked with him post-2014 and expressed her love for him/his work

Blake Lively — worked with him post-2014 and said that Woody Allen is “empowering to women”

Kate Winslet — defended him and said: “I think on some level Woody is a woman. I just think he’s very in touch with that side of himself.”

Jesse Eisenberg — expressed his love for Woody Allen and has worked with him, both post-2014

Richard Ayoade — repeatedly called Woody Allen one of the greatest directors of all time and implied “art” is more important than real life victims

Diego Luna — worked with him post-2014 and has said he doesn’t regret it

Javier Bardem — defended him

Diane Keaton — defended him

Adrien Brody — defended him

Scarlett Johannson — repeatedly defended him, and has been called his #1 fan

Zach Kornfeld (of the Try Guys) — said he loves Woody Allen (post 2014)

Alec Baldwin — defended him

Louis CK — defended him

Miley Cyrus — worked with him post-2014

Selena Gomez — worked with him post-2014

Elle Fanning — worked with him post-2014

Justin Timberlake — worked with him post-2014

Jude Law — worked with him post-2014

People who worked with him before Dylan’s 2014 article which made the case much more well known, and have made no comment for or against Allen since:

Owen Wilson, Tom Hiddleston, Larry David, Meryl Streep, Colin Farrell, Rachel McAdams, and Hugh Jackman.

And here’s a list of celebrities who worked with Woody Allen but later regretted doing so, or have publicly said that they support Dylan Farrow:

Susan Sarandon — said “He sexually assaulted a child” on stage at Cannes

Ellen Page — called working with Allen “the biggest regret of my career” and said she supports Dylan

Natalie Portman — said that she supports Dylan, that men should support and believe female victims “not because you have a daughter, not because you have a wife or a sister, […] but because we’re human beings,” and is also one of the only celebrities to say she regrets signing the Roman Polanski petition

Reese Witherspoon — said she supports Dylan

Shonda Rhimes — said she supports Dylan

Oprah Winfrey — led a discussion about Woody Allen and Time’s Up and supporting Dylan

Hayley Atwell — “I stand in solidarity with his daughter and offer an apology to her if my contribution to his work has caused her suffering or made her feel dismissed in any way. It’s exciting that I can say this now and I’m not going to be blacklisted.” (Atwell’s first film, in 2007, was a Woody Allen film)

Michael Caine — “I’m a patron of the NSPCC [National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children] and have very strong views about pedophilia. I can’t come to terms with it, because I loved Woody and had a wonderful time with him. I even introduced him to Mia. I don’t regret working with him [in 1986; five years before the first allegations], which I did in complete innocence; but I wouldn’t work with him again, no.”

Freida Pinto — said she would not work with Allen again, “Because I don’t know how some people can get away with it.” 

Colin Firth — said he would not work with Allen again

Evan Rachel Wood — said she would not work with Allen again

Timothée Chalamet — expressed regret for working on a Woody Allen film and pledged his salary from the film to RAINN, Time’s Up, and the LGBT Center in New York

Greta Gerwig — “If I had known then what I know now, I would not have acted in the film. I have not worked for him again, and I will not work for him again. Dylan Farrow’s two different pieces made me realize that I increased another woman’s pain, and I was heartbroken by that realization.”

Rebecca Hall — said she regrets working with Allen, and: “My actions have made another woman feel silenced and dismissed.” She also donated her salary to Time’s Up.

David Krumholtz — said “I deeply regret working with Woody Allen on Wonder Wheel. It’s one of my most heartbreaking mistakes. We can no longer let these men represent us in entertainment, politics, or any other realm.”

Griffin Newman — said he “believes Allen is guilty,” regrets working with him, and called himself a coward for not quitting the film he worked on with Allen

Peter Sarsgaard — said he would not work with Allen again

Mira Sorvino — wrote an open letter to Dylan, saying: “I cannot begin to imagine how you have felt, all these years as you watched someone you called out as having hurt you as a child, a vulnerable little girl in his care, be lauded again and again, including by me and countless others in Hollywood who praised him and ignored you. As a mother and a woman, this breaks my heart for you. I am so, so sorry.”

Joaquin Phoenix — said he had no idea about Dylan’s letter when he worked with Allen in 2014, but: “If you were a part of supporting something with someone that did, in fact, cause pain, how the fuck would you feel? You’d feel shitty.”

Marion Cotillard — said that if she were asked to work with him again, she would do much more research and that before working with him in 2011, she had not heard of his allegations

please only add updates and additional people with sources

[ivorysilk7]

I can’t imagine why, and for years have had trouble figuring out, why he or Roman Polanski are still celebrated.  I find it extremely troubling.

[jadehansen]

hahahahahaha

[officialmacgyver2-deactivated20]

As funny as this is some teenagers actually did this shit one day. They were bicycling around the neighborhood and got an alert. Looked up, saw a car fitting the description. Mother fucking kids BOOKED it after the car on their bikes like Lance Armstrong on steroids. The kidnapper freaked out and ditched the vehicle and the kids rescued the baby. Best part was the kid they interviewed was wearing a Batman t-shirt and he was like “Well, Sir....This is my neighborhood.”

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Not all heroes can fly; sometimes they ride bikes.

[ivorysilk7]

This is the best.

[deejay]

[thetrashywritingwitch]

ITS NEVER TOO LATE TO FINISH THAT FIC!!!

[katbelleinthedark]

This is so inspiring and uplifting.

[marmolita]

three days ago I got an ao3 subscription update email and the author’s note on the chapter said they’d come back and written chapter ten SIXTEEN YEARS after chapter nine was published, so, never fear to hit that subscribe button folks

[fuckedupandsleepy]

It took Stephen King 26 YEARS to write the next chapter of one of his Dark Tower books

[glitterandrocketfuel]

LEAVE THAT COMMENT. Even if the fic is old. You never know who’s listening, or if your words are exactly the little push that author needs to take a trip down memory lane and remember all the wonderful things that inspired them to write the fic in the first place. Think about it, Reader. YOU could be the person that RESURRECTS THAT FIC!

[ivorysilk7]

Stargate Drabbles Week #15 Prompt:  “Baby Talk”

So, I decided to get back on the horse by posting something unbeta’d.  I wrote it in an hour, and if I decide I hate it tomorrow, well, c’est la vie.  It doesn’t really have an ending, but I’ve never been really good at drabbles.  Or endings.  I might try again tomorrow.

*************

“Vala, you can’t just sleep your way through the entire Marine Corps!”  Daniel roared, loud enough that they could hear him in the hallway, six rows of offices, and possibly above ground.  Passersby stopped whatever they were doing to listen.

Vala cringed, visibly, for those that knew her well, before gathering herself.  Those that didn’t know her well just knew that the doctor and the alien were at it again.  “Well, Daniel, your Dr. Lam tells me that given my age I have a very small window of opportunity to make babies, so, if you’re not willing—”

“I’m not!” he snapped.

“Then,” Vala shrugged, smiling winningly, turning to the small audience they’d gathered, “a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”  

“I didn’t even know you wanted children.  What would you even do with a child here?  That’s pretty irresponsible, even for you!”  He could see, out of the corner of his eye, Sam arriving at the door of his office, frowning and shooing away the growing crowd.

“Well, I don’t know, Daniel, a baby with my beauty—” she started.

“Adria was beautiful,” he reminded her, voice soft now.

“Adria wasn’t really mine.  I certainly didn’t choose to have her.”  Vala tossed her head, her expression challenging.

“Is that what this is about?” he challenged back.  “Choice?”  

And then, suddenly, Vala dropped all pretence and stared directly at him.  “No, Daniel.  It’s about me.  Something you really wouldn’t understand.”  And she turned and walked out of his office.

*******

“I’m not wrong”, he said later, quietly, to Sam, as they were waiting for Mitchell.  It was a small base, and word had gotten back to Mitchell.  Apparently, Mitchell wanted to talk to him now.  What a clusterfuck.

“You’re not right either,” said Sam.  “She can’t get pregnant, Daniel.  It was in the last mission brief, which you obviously didn’t read, so much as it pains me to discuss her private health status, I’m not actually speaking out of turn.  Whatever they did to her to impregnate her with Adria, it was hard on her body, and it left her sterile.  And she isn’t sleeping with any of the Marines, Daniel, whatever she might want you to think.”

“Sam, I saw her—” began Daniel heatedly.

“I don’t care what you saw,” interrupted Mitchell, striding in.  “Vala’s smart.  And alien, and beautiful, and flirts like its a language.  It may as well be with her, for all it’s the only one you don’t speak.  There’s not a Marine here who wouldn’t tap that, except she treats them all like her baby ducklings.  Most of the Marines she goes out with are the ones that are young, and far from home, and overwhelmed, and need someone to guide them along a little.  Vala does that, and teaches them how to sew on their buttons, and that all aliens aren’t awful.  She’s like the best orientation program I have, and Jackson, so help me, it’s working and you will not mess with it because you’re having a fit of jealousy over something you’ve said you don’t even want, got it?”

“Yeah,” said Daniel, contrite.  “I’m sorry.”

“You’d better be.  You were out of line, and crossed over one when you brought up Adria.  The Marines are up in arms and think beating you up is the answer.  Vala’s got friends here, Daniel.  Lots of them.  Fix this, and do it now.  You owe her an apology, and you’d better make it public.”

“I guess I was wrong,” said Daniel.

“That’s okay,” said Sam, giving him a hug.  “It happens to the best of us.  Jack’s just not as obnoxious about it.”

[x-menunited]

[marxisforbros]

“There’s a cure?!” asked the girl that kills everything she touches.  “Hey shut up we’re perf” replied the girl that makes clouds. 

[theboylondon]

For real though. Storm has stopped an entire tsunami before. “Makes clouds my ass” she can conjure lightning and tornadoes and is revered as a god in her tribe. She literally changes atmospheric pressure and that’s how she flies. So fuck you. Storm is flawless.

[sun-spiral-deactivated20210109]

I think you missed the part where the GIRL WHO KILLS EVERYTHING SHE TOUCHES wants to NOT KILL EVERYTHING SHE TOUCHES and everyone dismisses her incredible misfortune just because the lady who is the AVATAR OF THE STORM won the fucking SUPERPOWER LOTTERY

[mangonetics]

“Finally, a cure for my chainsaw hands!” decreed Chainsaw-Hands Joe.

“There is no cure,” said Johnny Five-Dicks. “There’s nothing wrong with us.”

[holyromanhomo]

The last comment literally always cracks me up

[veronicaawakens]

The X-Men are an extremely good metaphor for oppressed minorities until they are suddenly an extremely terrible metaphor for oppressed minorities.

[davidmann95]

The scale on which the first reply misses the point literally never ceases to awe me.

[lyricwritesprose]

I gotta say, though, this is a place where the X-men are being a good metaphor for oppressed minorities.  Specifically, in this case, the disabled community.

“Yay, there’s a cure!” says the girl with depression.  “Cure for what, motherfucker, I’m not sick,” says the person with autism.

“Yay, there’s a cure!” I say, with my fibromyalgia and random bad pain days.  “Yes, because it’s easier to talk about eliminating us than talk about teaching sign language in school,” says the Deaf person.  “‘Cure’ is violent rhetoric.”

The problem is, of course, that a vast number of things have been aggregated under the label of “disability,” and many of them don’t even resemble each other.  Depression sucks in an objective fashion, whereas autism is just a way of being (which, like many ways of being, may suck at some times, and generally sucks worse when not accommodated).  Similar deal with chronic pain versus the Deaf community.  These things really should not be grouped together, but they are.  And since they are grouped so haphazardly, they will often be at cross-purposes.

It is ridiculous, in the X-men universe, to classify all “mutants” as one group.  You have ridiculously powerful people with little downside, you have powerful people with a major downside, you have people with very limited powers but few drawbacks, you have people with limited powers and massive drawbacks, and that’s not even getting into other divisions, like whether you look like a baseline human all the time, part of the time, or none of the time.  “Realistically,” if you can apply that word to a fantasy universe, Storm and Rogue belong to completely different minorities which should require completely different approaches.  But society has grouped them under one umbrella, or forced them to group themselves for self-protection, and thus you have conversations like the one above.

So it’s actually not a bad take.  Mind you, the X-men have had bad takes, and will do so again, and I’m skeptical about whether “powers” of any kind even work for a metaphor about minority representation—but this particular vignette has something useful to say.