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[dappled-depths-deactivated20220]

This is a long shot, but I figure I’ll try.

My cats are in danger. I’ve posted a little about it, but here’s the summary: Yesterday, 12/1/17, my abusive father called me to tell me he’s tired of having 4 cats in the house (2 are mine, 1 is my brother’s and the remaining cat was the family/my dead brother’s cat). He proceeded to graphically describe the horrific, painful, bloody deaths he wanted to give them. But then tell me, in typical manipulative abusive fashion, that he “just couldn’t do it, because it would be like killing a part of [me].” I said I would try and find a home for them ASAP. I do not trust this man. I do not think they are in a safe place. I am constantly worried about their safety but I live ¾ of the way across the country and have no way to get there, get them, and bring them safely to me. My apartment complex has a pet limit, and we’ve hit it. Even if we hadn’t, there’s no way I could scrounge up the money for me to retrieve them AND $1000 in pet fees/deposits AND comprehensive vet checks to ensure they’re ok.

But wait, you think, if I knew he was such a horrible human being, why are my cats living with them? Short answer is, I didn’t know that he was such a vile, disgusting person as to threaten the health and safety of innocent animals that have never done anything to him. When I originally left my cats at my parent’s house, my parents were still married and mom took care of them. When they got divorced, my mom refused to take the cats (because it was inconvenient for her), but my dad had a girlfriend that loves cats, so I felt like they were safe. They’ve broken up, I’ve been in a really tight spot financially and I can’t figure out if this is an attempt to further control my life, or get back at her. Both, maybe. My mom now lives with her fiance, who has a husky who thinks cats are food and they’re about to get a puppy. Neither cat does well with dogs.

This is my plea: If you are in the Northern Connecticut/Hartford Area and would be willing to adopt one, or both, of my fuzzy boys please let me know. They’re both wonderful, loving cats and they don’t deserve this.

This is Tiger. I adopted him as a kitten in 2008, so he should be around 10 years old this coming year. He is neutered and is absolutely an indoor only cat (he is literally scared of the sky, the few times he has darted out the door because the other cats talked him into it, he would run off the porch, look up, and run back on the porch and hide under the porch chairs and yell until someone came to get him). He does not have a microchip. As you can see, he needs to go on a diet.  He’s a loud, whiny drama king that likes to follow people into the bathroom so that you have to pet him while you’re on the toilet. He isn’t a fan of new situations so I expect that he would take some time to warm up to a new home. I think he would be happy in either a home where he’s the only cat OR in a home where there are other cats. He’s never lived with dogs. He prefers to typically lay NEXT to you (but touching) than on you (thank goodness because that’s a lot of cat). Tiger will pat at you with one of his paws when it’s time to pet him, and he purrs like a motor. He is not up to date on shots or vet checks or anything like that. The last one he had was most likely when I brought him last, in 2013, prior to having to leave him at my parent’s house because I was in provided housing for internship where I wasn’t allowed to have pets. I haven’t been in a situation where I could take him myself, and my parents don’t see the point in bringing a cat to the vet. 

This is Mumford. I adopted him in 2012. I think he’s about 6-8 years old.  He is neutered and has been an indoor cat. He does have a microchip. Mumford is a super chill cat that does like to snuggle right in your lap. My dad’s girlfriend used to scoop him into the baby hold and walk around cradling him while he purred loudly in her arms. He loves people. Absolutely loves them. He would be most happy in a multi-cat household. He snuggles with the other cats and grooms them. When I brought Mumford home, Tiger had been an only cat for about a month. This was, apparently, enough time for Tiger to get adjusted to being an only cat and he threw a hissy fit and wouldn’t even stay on opposite sides of the bed as him for 9 months. Mumford, on the other hand, was ready to be bros for life from day 1. When Mumford was introduced to the 2 other cats they now live with, he again transitioned smoothly and with grace. He is a sweet boy that wants to jump on your back and lay down while you’re bent over to tie your shoes. He gives little love nips to let you know if it’s time to stop petting him. Again,  He is not up to date on shots or vet checks or anything like that. The last one he had was most likely when I brought him last, in 2013 prior to having to leave him at my parent’s house because I was in provided housing for internship where I wasn’t allowed to have pets. I haven’t been in a situation where I could take him myself, and my parents don’t see the point in bringing a cat to the vet.

These are 2 incredibly sweet boys who deserve a safe, loving home where they are wanted. I’m stuck in a horrible position, where my hands are essentially tied and there’s not much that I can do except hope that someone, somewhere, will be willing to take them in. I would consider splitting them up, mostly because Tiger does seem like he would be very happy to be an only cat with a human that would dote on him.  I don’t know that they’ll come with anything, even carriers. I used to have 2 large, roomy, hard-sided carriers for them but I don’t know if my dad still has them or not. I just want them somewhere safe and loved.

Please, feel free to share this around and please message me if you’re interested or have any questions. 

( @pangur-and-grim would you be willing to signal boost this for me?)

[it-was-justified-deactivated201]

Perhaps @mostlycatsmostly too? save the kittiessss

[naamahdarling]

RED ALERT N. CONNECTICUIT/HARTFORD AREA TWO CATS IN DANGER FROM OWNER’S ABUSIVE PARENT NEED A SAFE HOME ASAP PLEASE HELP SIGNAL BOOST

@seananmcguire, I hate to ask but you have a LOT of readers nationwide, is it possible you could boost this?

[miss-vortex]

Portraits of Maine Coon Cats Who Look Like Majestic Mythical Creatures - Photographed by Robert Sijka

[mercifulvoodoo]

These are all gorgeous cats, and they all look like Ron Perlman.

[the-real-eye-to-see]

Ruby Bridges was the first black child to desegregate the all-white William Frantz Elementary School in Louisiana during the New Orleans school desegregation crisis in 1960.

This movie made me cry, I was so heart broken by how Ruby Bridges was treated! She was only 6, but was so strong. She is a very brave girl and she did not care what the white folks called her.

People are simply disgusting to minimize people by skin color!

Ruby you might not think you’re a hero… But to other people you are! You are A HERO and you are A PERSON WHO MADE AMERICA CHANGE!

[caliphorniaqueen]

this is white culture, this is their history, this is their legacy…being enraged at a damn baby just because she’s black.

[blackfemmejeanvaljean]

she’s still alive by the way

[profeminist]

Ruby Bridges in 2010 

“As Bridges describes it, “Driving up I could see the crowd, but living in New Orleans, I actually thought it was Mardi Gras. There was a large crowd of people outside of the school. They were throwing things and shouting, and that sort of goes on in New Orleans at Mardi Gras.“ Former United States Deputy Marshal Charles Burks later recalled, “She showed a lot of courage. She never cried. She didn’t whimper. She just marched along like a little soldier, and we’re all very very proud of her.“ 

U.S. Marshals escorted Bridges to and from school

As soon as Bridges entered the school, white parents pulled their own children out; all the teachers refused to teach while a black child was enrolled. Only one person agreed to teach Ruby and that was Barbara Henry, from Boston, Massachusetts, and for over a year Henry taught her alone, “as if she were teaching a whole class.”

Every morning, as Bridges walked to school, one woman would threaten to poison her; because of this, the U.S. Marshals dispatched by President Eisenhower, who were overseeing her safety, allowed Ruby to eat only the food that she brought from home.

Another woman at the school put a black baby doll in a wooden coffin and protested with it outside the school, a sight that Bridges Hall has said “scared me more than the nasty things people screamed at us.” At her mother’s suggestion, Bridges began to pray on the way to school, which she found provided protection from the comments yelled at her on the daily walks.”

More info on Ruby Bridges on Wikipedia

THIS SHIT WAS ONLY 58 YEARS AGO. PEOPLE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THIS RACIST TERRORISM AND ACTS LIKE IT ARE STILL ALIVE, AND THEIR KIDS ARE IN THEIR 40′S AND 50′S. 

DON’T LET RACISM APOLOGISTS GET AWAY WITH “WHY ARE YOU LIVING IN THE PAST,” BULLSHIT ARGUMENTS. WE ARE LITERALLY STILL DEALING WITH THE FAMILIES THAT FORMED HATE MOBS OVER BLACK CHILDREN ATTENDING SCHOOL WITH WHITE KIDS.

[kaylapocalypse-deactivated20201]

This was her then:

This is literally how she looks in 2017. 

She’s literally not even  old. 

[blvckhermione]

This is you’re legacy. Own it. Learn from it. Grow from it. But stop ignoring it. “My parents didn’t own slaves” No they just threatened the lives of my parents. So 🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾

[africanaquarian]

“They threatened the lives of my parents.” Say it again bc my parents are in their 60s and still remember the white fuckery they had to deal with as kids.

[madamapocalypse-blog]

This is why I don’t let older white people get away with being racist because “they’re from a different era”. HELL NO. THEY LIVED THROUGH THIS AND LEARNED NOTHING! They don’t deserve forgiveness, they haven’t earned it. They haven’t earned having it all “swept under the rug”. No. Absolutely not.  “Well, dear, Granny Tinsel is from a different era, she doesn’t know any better”

“Granny Tinsel is too stupid to learn from history and too cruel to change her ways. No. She doesn’t get a pass just because she’s old.”

[kotten-not-cotton]

Thank you Michael Grant for understanding

[goneseriesblog]

Guys can we get this to 1500? 

[breezepleeze]

this man summed up everything i’ve been thinking for years

[meatball-seb]

I used to go to a school where the principal purposely made sure we were assigned more homework than normal so that we would be “learning” instead of “on the streets acting like hooligans”. And they wonder why that entire city is known for their drug addicted rich kids.

[dukeofbookingham-deactivated202]

This is so fucking important.

[9j2k88-deactivated20210708]

“10 hour days” no. Its usually more. All 4 years of highschool I got up at 5:30am to catch the school bus at 6, get to school at 7, school started at 730, ended at like 230pm, wouldn’t get home till 4 or later, homework took sometimes hours upon hours, sometimes until midnight or later, plus you have to figure in eating and this is all with NO social interaction AT ALL.

Its a fucked system. Dont miss it at all and feel bad for kids still there.

[madamapocalypse-blog]

If my kids want to drop out in 10th grade and get a GED, I’m not going to say shit all to them. That is fine. If they want to go to college via the community college for two years and then on to a traditional college for 2-4 years, great! If they want to go to a trade school, great! Whatever path they want to take: GREAT. I will never pressure my children to do anything other than the best they can and if that means school is too much for them? Fine. I will home school the best I can. The American school system is severely fucked up.

[paper-mario-wiki]

Visit Original Link

just so you know, X Gon’ Give It To Ya’ and A Thousand Miles have the same BPM

they didnt match up perfectly but I did some editing.

[w4rgoddess-deactivated20200825]

THIS IS SO WRONG THAT I CAN’T STOP LISTENING TO IT

[zooophagous]

That stupid post about why women and queer people love cats has still got me all fucked up because like a cat is a small animal that is wholly reliant on you it can’t live in your home without your permission and you have to actively and willingly keep it there and this chucklefuck is mad that this animal, that has no decision making power over its own life, doesn’t adequately return the “emotional labor” of being cared for as if the cat understands feminist theory or philosophy in general.

Like the cat weighs seven pounds, you can cut his balls off, and you literally legally own him. If you don’t like having him around you can easily remove him. You aren’t in an abusive financially dependant relationship with him because he’s not a grown human man its a CAT

[shadesfalcon]

Here’s the link to the clusterfuck of an article this is referring to.

[madamapocalypse-blog]

So, this dead raider turned into an unlootable pinwheel.

[boredpanda]

[kuro-leo]

Now I'm really curious...Reblog this if you're 20 or older.

[zombielove74]

The lack of notes.

[govthookercoulson]

[lesbianrey]

its sickening how much men rely on women’s household labor while simultaneously mocking these very tasks as menial. this labor is thankless and invisible & they only notice how much they depend on it when something goes wrong like the one time mom forgot to clean up the orange juice spill. but they don’t realize the solution is that maybe they could get off their ass once in a while, they just get annoyed. and this goes beyond chores, i’m also talking about how women bear the task of memorizing the mundane details of their children’s lives & schooling while dads get to go be soccer coaches on the weekends and even then they act like its this Big Heroic Sacrifice lmao god!

[1968juliet]

this is called the mental load in which women, even if they technically split the chores half and half with their husband, end up doing the most work because they are thinking about it. they are scheduling the soccer practices, the birthday parties, when to do the laundry, what’s in the fridge to make for dinner, oh yeah do i need to go shopping? let me make a list of things we need for my husband to go to the grocery store. the men in the household do not have to think about these things, and even though management is a full time job, women still have to do housework in addition to that.

[madamapocalypse-blog]

I work two days a week. The chores are not split evenly with my partner who works full time, nor should they be. I am just as messy as him. I do chores. He does chores. I hate sweeping, so he does the sweeping. We both do laundry and dishes, it just depends on who gets to them first. I do the cooking because I enjoy it and he can burn water. He takes out the recycling and the trash. I go to the grocery store. But I do all the bills, the appointments, the memory stuff. I'm good at it, I love doing it actually, and I'm thinking of going back to school to learn office management/business. However, that doesn't mean he isn't doing his own load of things: he keeps up with all the repairs around the house, he makes sure the plants are watered and the cat is fed and he builds me things (after our trip he is building me a desk I designed). I do not feel that I do more than him. He never expects me to do chores and he doesn't expect or want accolades when he does them. When he was out of work a few years ago, he did the chores. He had the time and I was working full time at that point.

If a man does not respect you enough to be your partner in all things, he is not worthy of your attention or love. Do not settle for less than you deserve.

[madamapocalypse-blog]

NH Travel

I'm going to be in New Hampshire in a couple of weeks and I want to see if anyone has any recondmendations for things to do, especially in the Milford/Nashua area.

I am also trying to convince my partner to take me to Salem, MA on Halloween. Seriously a bucket list item for me.

[officialflowergirl]

yo danny fenton he was just 14 when his parents built a very strange machine it was designed to view a world unseen; when it didn’t quite work his folks they just quit, but then danny took a look inside of it, got in one little fight and his mom got scared, said “you’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in bel air” i whistled for a cab and when it got near th

[cutewarmachine]

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

NO-

AH.

[sixpenceee]

These swimming pools with black tiles are my aesthetic. 

[gabriel-patches-titanfeather-de]

Make the black tiles out of that black material that absorbs all light and swim over the void.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Fun fact about Vantablack- Because it absorbs all light, it heats up very fast. If exposed to direct sunlight, it takes in all the UV and heat and contains them, and can reach heats well over 212°F, the boiling point of water. So if you did coat the pool in that material, the water would boil as soon as the sun touched it, killing everyone swimming in it.

But that’s not all. The flash boiling of an entire pool of chlorinated water would release the chlorine as gas, which would kill everyone within a 200ft radius of the pool. And it doesn’t end there.

The release of chlorine gas combined with the heat of the black tiles would be more than sufficient to fuse the boiled hydrogen ions with the chlorine, creating an explosive reaction with the nitrogen in the air. So shortly after everyone in the pool boils and everyone around the pool dies of chlorine gas poisoning, the region would explode with the force of a small atomic bomb (8kt for a pool like those pictured above), leveling about 50 city blocks.

You’d think that would be bad enough, but get this-

Such chemical explosions expel gamma rays. Gamma rays ionize hematite, which is the mineral from which the black material mentioned is made. This creates Scopohyoscpnol, a compound known as “The Zombie Drug” because it essentially erases the brain and induces cannibalistic tendencies in its victim. It can be transmitted through saliva, infecting all who are bitten within hours.

So basically, if you did have Vantablack tiles in your pool, you would boil your friends, poison your neighbors, nuke your city, and condemn the globe to a zombie plague. But to be fair, it would look pretty cool.

[fangirlofall]

Reason to read urls: exhibit one

[fuckstaffposts]

Fuckin…

[gorillateaparty]

But they won’t.

[cctinsleybaxter]

A really harrowed-looking man who was probably in his 60s came into the shop today. He was wearing a gold-colored tie that kept sliding down the side of his neck because it was tied very poorly, and a rumpled light blue dress shirt. I did not see his legs or shoes. Part-time cashiers are sometimes just not afforded the luxury.

We said hello to each other as I scanned his items (diet coke and a nature valley granola bar- $2.69), me sounding more interested than usual just because he sounded so out-of breath and very engaged in his purchase. Also maybe because I could not see his shoes.

“How’s your life going?” He suddenly asked, swiping his card, not casually but almost pleadingly curious.

“Uhm, all right I s’pose” I said, too startled to think of a more cheery lie. 

He nodded somberly. “Me too… I guess.” He paused and looked at me for a minute and then just said “it’s a Monday, ya know.”

“Mondays are like this sometimes” I supplied, feeling like we were having a really weird conversation hidden under the one that was actually taking place.

And then he left. I forgot to look at his shoes.

[cctinsleybaxter]

PART II 

Honestly I had no idea that I would ever have the privilege of writing a sequel to this post. I considered it an odd moment, an interaction that changed me in a way, but a fleeting one. I automatically assumed our paths would never cross again, there was such a finality to that window of time on Monday August 22nd of 2016. And yet.

He returned.

I didn’t truly notice him come in, glancing up from whatever menial and already forgotten task I was busy with, but not registering who it was or why he seemed to put out an aura of familiarity. It had been weeks and I haven’t even caught a glimpse of him; the memory of Monday August 22nd of 2016 had faded like a dream. But lo he appeared before me, dressed in exactly the same fashion that made him look like he had just crawled out of carwash (albeit with a pink shirt and purple tie this go-around.)

His face lit up when he saw me, again holding a diet coke and a nature valley granola bar. ‘How is your day going?’ He asked earnestly.

‘Pretty well.’ I said, professionally containing myself, “how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good” he said, sounding more cheerful than before but just as harried. When I handed him back his change and items and he looked like he was going to cry. 

“Thank you” he whispered with a look of reverence I have only seen on the faces of ancient church members receiving the eucharist.

“It’s no trouble,” I promised, trying not to look perplexed.

He bowed (LITERALLY BOWED) and then made a hurried exit stage left, reminiscent of Lear just before the second act, halfway into madness.

A Lear I had again forgotten to note the footwear of.

[cctinsleybaxter]

PART. 3. 

Okay I’m not even bothering with the pretentious Hemingway style for this one; I’m still reeling over the fact that he came back after four months AND on a Friday instead of a Monday no less.

Notes:

He was wearing literally the exact same shirt and tie he had on from part one, only with an orange sweater and fancy jacket over the ensemble to indicate that it was winter

He bought Lay’s sour cream and onion potato chips this time instead of his standard granola bar, but the diet coke was as usual

He told me that he always felt guilty for buying snack food but ‘you have to do what you have to do’

He then smiled sadly at me and said ‘enjoy your weekend… If you can.’

I sat in stunned, unblinking silence for about six minutes until a customer came up and looked me over worriedly

Who is this man

WHY DO I KEEP FORGETTING TO LOOK AT HIS SHOES

[cctinsleybaxter]

Part Four

First thing’s first,

Probably about two years of wear on them but otherwise well cared for. Socks were white, which I was only able to notice because this human being has zero clothes that fit and his pant cuffs were hovering about 3 inches away from his shoes. I keep thinking his outfits can’t possibly get any better, but this one takes the cake:

Crumpled white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, gigantic scarf that looked as though it were made out of mouldy carpet, neon orange striped tie, and a matching neon orange plastic digital watch that probably came out of a box of honeycombs back in 1988.

He did not grace me with his odd conversational charm today, but I received something better. A clue. 

Today he was buying a red notebook and three ballpoint pens instead of snacks (which was questionable but this is a Thursday we’re talking about; the day that falls on the chaotic spectrum and which I am known for my overzealous distrust of), and when he pulled out his luxury black Mastercard to pay for his items he said eight words which shook me to my very core.

“I do get a staff discount on these.”

This has never come up before because discount plans don’t apply to food items. I have no need to ask the identity of a man buying a granola bar and a diet coke. But now.

I didn’t speak as I handed him his receipt, just nodded courteously. Only staff members know about the specific discount so I had no real need to ask for an ID for proof, and I was cursing my mistake in not asking for it anyway. 

I must find this man. I have been here for three years and yet have only seen him within the confines of the store at odd intervals. I’ve never even seen him step into the store, or leave (another customer is somehow always in line behind him and demanding my attention.) I spent half an hour going through the college’s entire staff directory this afternoon… and may have found something. I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up, I am not yet certain and will have to gather a few more items of information, but for the first time I can promise a part to follow. Perhaps, an ending.

[cctinsleybaxter]

Cinq

Not an ending of any sort, but a very brief update from the field. My work schedule has changed since January and I was honestly beginning to wonder if I wouldn’t see the man again until the fall, as it’s been more than two months now. He startled me quite a bit when he literally blew in as if by a gust of wind right as my shift was ending. 

He was in quite a hurry and only bought a diet coke ($1.50) before blustering(?) off, giving me no chance to run an investigation or perception check, but if fashion checks were a thing…

Please imagine, if you will, a man wearing a yellow polka-dot tie that was not even tied, an orange scarf, the watch mentioned in my previous entry, khakis, a bright periwinkle shirt… and an impeccably matching woolen periwinkle cape. He was also carrying a very large black satchel with tartan lining, every single pocket of which was unzipped.

He looked like a hedge wizard.

I want answers.

[cctinsleybaxter]

6.

I found him.

Masters in theology from Harvard 

Distinguished professor of philosophy

God-tier identification photo; I cannot believe that I have not been hallucinating this man for the past 12 months and 41 days.

[madamapocalypse-blog]

This might be the strangest ad I've gotten. I live in a city. I don't know what a heifer is but I'm glad your heifer is pleasing, I guess?

[fuck-customers]

A day or two ago, I was at “boob” restaurant (like an owl one) for a best friend’s brother’s birthday. I got up to go to the bathroom. Talked to a waiter to ask where it was, blah blah blah, normal stuff. And when I was halfway across the restaurant, some guy at a table slapped my ass. And he and all his friends started laughing about it. I spun around and slapped him across the face back.

He got sooo pissed. Started yelling at me and calling me a bitch and then told me “You can’t hit me! I’m a customer!”

I’m pretty well developed for my age, and this happened when it was hot as fuck outside so I was wearing shorts and a tank top.

“I’m not a worker, asshole! And you shouldn’t slap their asses too just because they can’t hit you back!” I’m pretty sure I said something to the effect although I probably am explaining it as if I was smooth and calm back then, but I was an embarrassed, mortified mess

And then I asked one of the waitresses to call the police. The guy was backpedaling and trying to apologize.

Fun fact: I’m 15. Like I said, very well developed for my age.

So I told him no, we were both going to wait here for the police to show up so I could report him for sexually abusing and harassing a minor.

He panicked and was even trying to bargain with me, but like fuck I was letting him off the hook. Think of how many other girls this asshole has probably harassed! I just have the power to do something about it.

Police got there and I had about at least 50 witnesses to attest to the fact a stranger, who was probably like 40, slapped my ass, when I am, in fact, a minor. Not to mention he yelled things at me when he thought I was a worker like “You can’t touch me! I’ll beat your ass, cunt!” Which I referenced as him threatening me too.

The rest of his friends were mortified and had tried to leave but I insisted that they have to stay because the cops might want statements from them. Whether or not that’s true, I don’t fuckin know, but the manager seemed to agree enough to tell them to wait for the police.

I had tried not to, but as some point when talking to one of the waitresses while waiting for the police, I started crying because of how violated I felt. It may have done good for the police came in to see my crying, I don’t know, but the waitresses were all so sweet and tried to comfort me when they had the chance.

I intend to press charges. Since I am a minor I need my parents to help or whatever and I know nothing about this kinda thing but I can potentially get him labeled a sex offender, which he IS, so I want him to actually feel punishment for his abuse towards female workers (I doubt I’m the first girl he’s harassed, maybe just the first who could fight back without her job on the line, so I want to be the last girl he harasses), just… ugh. I just hope he gets the punishment he deserves. So… wish me luck with this whole “legal system” nonsense.

[aferret]

My hero

[lebaneseandradical-deactivated2]

fuck him up

[radicallyvegan]

Make men pay for their misogyny.

[cecaeliawitch]

omg girl, rip him apart for us

[radladiesunite]

fuck yeah

[the-sarkai]

No one should ever have to put up with this kind of shit. Nail his ass!!!

[madamapocalypse-blog]

You are so awesome. Thank you. This is how you handle men like that. Report them, fight back.

[rowkey]

“Bottlecaps”

My submission for ArtOrder’s Tiny Dragons project! This was made with my usual mess of watercolor, ink, and colored pencil on 8x8″ hotpress watercolor paper…this time I really tried to pin down the value structure of the whole piece, and I’m feeling good about that aspect of it. :D 

Prints available here.