Further context: Durham city council (Reform UK) cut funding and support for Pride. The Durham Miner's Association and other trade unions raised enough money for Durham Pride 2026 to go ahead - a direct call back to when Lesbian and Gays Support the Miners (LGSM) raised money for mining communities when Margaret Thatcher seized union funding during the miner strikes of 1984-85.
At the 1985 Labour party meet, the motion to support LGBT rights as a party was passed due to a block vote from mining unions.
Stephen Guy, the chair of the Durham Miners’ Association, said that when it became apparent Durham Pride was under threat, he took it upon himself to “encourage the trade union movement to step up and do the right thing, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the LGBT+ community […] They not only raised funds for us, but came to our communities, uplifted our spirits when they were down, and showed their solidarity.”
love is a beautiful wonderful multifaceted nebulous thing that shouldn't be reduced to the strict bounds of Tier One: Romance and Tier Two: Friends. get weird with it. love your friends deeply, wildly, passionately and platonically. cowards
There are always chores that need to be done in a village, regardless of profession. One of which is morning duty.
Members of a village are rotated on morning patrols, where they scare off night creatures lingering in the fields, usually disorientated spiders and phantoms, or creepers trying to hunker down in the crops. More info below.
They also have the unpleasant job of cleaning up the smoldering remains of zombies and skeletons. It’s a crucial time for reporting any damage to houses, fences or golems, and any strange activity, such as missing livestock and crops. The culprits are usually benign: wild animals or misbehaving teenagers, but occasionally stranger things occur. Items and materials nonsensically relocated by Endermen, or even rarer, animals picked clean until they are merely a pile of bones and inedible parts.
This phenomenon is attributed to a vast array of folkloric monsters from village to village, but the real root are typically starving and injured players desperate enough to risk the ire of an iron golem. They need to consume large amounts of protein to regenerate severe wounds, and will enter a lethargic, trance-like state in order to conserve energy while they seek out food, impairing their judgement. They may otherwise attempt to eat inedible materials, like flour, dirt and hay, particularly if they have only spawned recently and are still in their infantile stage.
Villagers on patrol often wear brightly coloured clothing so they’re easy to spot in the fields.
I’m going to sound insane for a sec but I feel like people are forgetting that casual players of Minecraft exist. The other day I saw someone talk about how no one uses mounts anymore because everyone uses elytra’s and it’s like HUH?? What are you on about bro 😭 wtf are you on about. Getting a horse used to be the biggest deal to me and it still is. Today I got into an argument about how Minecraft isn’t a game about colonialism because unless you choose to play as a colonist than it’s about love. It’s always been about love. No one is forcing you to make villager farms that’s all you man. I am just building a house and enjoying myself
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