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#that little bat has no clue that it is embodying halloween right now #because it does not understand what holidays are #it does however #understand what pumpkins are #as it can eat those #it cannot eat halloween #bats
I needed your tags I’m sorry.
Me as a bat
“I MUST CONSUME THE HALLOWEEN ENERGY”
The Halloweenergy
PUMPKIN POWER :D
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Today the Department of Extraordinary Upcycling salutes B&E, a pair of backyard farmers in Idaho who used a pair of old satellite dishes and a trampoline frame to construct an outstanding UFO chicken coop for their growing flock:
Although it doesn’t feature a tractor beam to lift the hens into their house, the coop is insulated, ventilated, heated, and equipped with surveillance cameras and LED lights throughout for that extraterrestrial ambiance.
Head over to Backyard Chickens for process photos and additional info about the creations of this geektastic chicken coop.
[via Neatorama and Backyard Chickens]
Spirit of the open road, be with all travelers today. May they reach their destinations safely, and may they remain mindful of their journeys while they drive. Let there always be a convenient rest stop, let the bathrooms always be tidy, and let there be warm and welcoming friends and family at the end of each journey. Be it so!
I pray to the night sky, shining with luminous stars, on this night where the moon does not shine. Grant me wisdom and comfort as this Month of Sacrifices begins. May the holy tides carry us through to see the bounty of the new year. Be it so!
Spirits of inspiration, luck, and skill, I call out to you now. Bless these dice and their players with wisdom, clear thinking, creativity, and the best of luck as they play, that they may ever roll with the tides of fortune and always find the best adventures. Be it so!
Today I give thanks for my friend. On this, the day of their birth, I remember how my life is enriched with their presence and wisdom and kindness. I remember the fun we’ve had together and the good times we’ve shared. May they be blessed with joy, peace, happiness, and prosperity, now and for many years to come. Be it so!
Born of the waters, Kindled upon the land, Rising to the sky, Let this fire and all who are warmed by it be sacred.
Mother of Cats, you who look after all of our feline friends, I care for two of your creatures. But I need help caring for them, so that I may go see my family for the holidays. Please send me a caretaker, that they may be loved, medicated, fed, and well-kept and I may still see my family. Be it so!
[A picture of sweet herbs and ginger]
Eir, physician of the gods, beloved handmaiden, your skill and knowledge bring healing wherever you go. I ask your blessing upon me as I heal, that I may be nurtured back to strength, that my discomfort would ease, and that I may be whole again. For this, I bring you offerings of sweet herbs and honey. Eir, accept my offering!
“We went to Kineshma, that’s in Ivanovo region, to visit his parents. I went as a heroine and I never expected someone to welcome me, a front-line girl, like that. We’ve gone through so much, we’ve saved lives, lifes of mothers, wives. And then… I heard accusations, I was bad-mouthed. Before that I’ve only ever been “dear sister”… We had tea and my husband’s mother took him aside and started crying: “Who did you marry? A front-line girl… You have two younger sisters. Who’s going to marry them now?” When I think back to that moment I feel tears welling up. Imagine: I had a record, I loved it a lot. There was a song, it said: you have the right to wear the best shoes. That was about a front-line girl. I had it playing, and [his?] elder sister came up and broke it apart, saying: you have no rights. They destroyed all my photos from the war… We, front-line girls, went through so much during hte war… and then we had another war. Another terrible war. The men left us, they didn’t cover our backs. Not like at the front.” from С.Алексеевич “У войны не женское лицо”
In Soviet Union women participating in WWII were erased from history, remaining as the occasional anecdote of a female sniper or simply as medical staff or, at best, radio specialists. The word “front-line girl” (frontovichka) became a terrible insult, synonimous to “whore”. Hundreds thousand of girls who went to war to protect their homeland with their very lives, who came back injured or disabled, with medals for valor, had to hide it to protect themselves from public scorn.
This has always happened in history: Women do something important. Then they get shamed for it (so nobody will talk about it) and it gets erased from history.
And then certain men will say: “Women suck, they’ve never done anything important.”
Look into history and learn that women have played a far greater role then douches (present and past) wanted you to know.
Hey Will (and Jack) I got you something.
So this is important. Let me tell you a story.
All the time I spend debating about women in combat, I’ve picked up on a trend that disturbs me. Supporting or attacking, people are quick to draw on biology, psychology, law, but very rarely - almost never - do I hear about the history of women in combat, and the evidence their service lends to this debate.
Hundreds of thousands of women faced combat in WW2, and on both sides, and on all fronts, and it is a history that has been almost completely erased from contemporary awareness. I have been given arguments about how women can not psychologically handle combat. And about how women in mixed-gender combat units will automatically disrupt group cohesion - the brotherhood, if you will. Both of these assertions are erasure.
Women have not lived in a protective bubble untouched by combat for all of history. Women have been killed, wounded, and captured in combat, and tortured after. We are not living a world where these are hypothetical situations women have yet to prove they can handle. Unfortunately, they have, they can, in the future, they probably will, again and again. Soviet women served as partisans, snipers, tank drivers, fighter pilots, bombers. And more.
Both British and American women served in mixed-gender AA units. I could drag you through several examples of British women performing exemplarily despite being wounded, or seeing their comrades die. The Luftwaffe did not discriminate. Between the British and the Americans, it was determined that mixed gender units actually performed much better than all male units, because of teamwork. Because women are better and certain tasks, men are better at certain tasks, and at other tasks they are comparably efficient, and in a team, hopefully, in combat, you let the best do what they are best at. For the most part, they were proud to serve together.
German propaganda never commented on the British AA units, but they thoroughly smeared the Soviet fighting woman - flitenweiber. People often argue with me that women are a threat to group cohesion because men naturally give women preferential treatment. Which certainly explains why men are more likely to survive shipwrecks. And history shows us that Germans soldiers had no chivalrous compunction when it came to shooting captured Soviet women who were armed.
We’re fed a history of war that almost exclusively features white male figures, most of whom fit into this destructive constructed myth of the soldier that is somehow both chivalrous and charmingly womanizing and who’s sense of brotherhood is unshakably dependent on the band being all man. There is no history of woman at war, none. I hear a lot about how women have no upper body strength, I hear nothing about the Front-Line Female Comrade.
THE WORD FRONTOVICHKA BECAME A TERRIBLE INSULT - are you fucking kidding me? Fuck, that made me cry. At first when I started reading I thought I was reading alernate history fiction. I’m ashamed to be ignorant about this, and full of rage and much worse bitter shame that this history is constantly repressed, suppressed, hidden. WHAT THE FUCK. D: D: D:
I didn’t know that bit about the AA (Anti-Aircraft) units.
And even in this article I don’t see a mention of the women of the Israeli Army, or women of the resistance if we’re just sticking to WWII. I didn’t know about the Russian soldiers, only the fighter pilots, the night witches, and I’ve spent years poking into the corners of history trying to find women who will serve as ammunition when men tell me women can’t fight.
The best explanation I’ve heard of what happened to women after WWII comes from “A League of Their Own,” the publicist’s character: “What is this—the war is over, Rosie, turn in your rivets?” Women all over the world had to step into the same old ruts.
I don’t think it’s any mistake at all that Betty Friedan wrote her ground-breaking text for the second wave of feminism, THE FEMININE MYSTIQUE, just 10 years after WWII, after women had dined on a full plate of the same old, same old.
And shame on the men who never stood up for the women who worked and fought beside them, and saved their lives.
This is like the argument that women don’t go into combat now, but hi, Lori Piestewa was killed in combat in 2003. Jessica Lynch got a great damsel in distress narrative that erased the fact that she was a trained soldier. And of course Shoshona Johnson was simply expunged. They were POW’s no less.
(Submission by @asklayaleopard)
Unity Charm for lighting a hearth fire, from ADF - Our Own Druidry.
Kindled from the Great Flame, Kept by prudent skill, join with us this common hearth, that these flames are one.
I call out to you, all spirits who work or once worked with your hands to repair broken things! Hear me this day. My washing machine is making horrible screeching noises, and I am nearly out of socks. Please bless the repair man who will come to fix it, that I may have clean socks and a working washer. Be it so!
[Picture of a workbench with a nail]
Look how cute... But wait, there is purple hiding!
On the plus side, this is the other thing that came in the mail today. #criticalrole #criticalrolefanart
[A picture of candles being lit, with the following prayer:
Ancestors, Ancient ones, Remember me as I remember you. Nature Spirits, Kin of this world, Aid me as I aid you. First Children, Great shining ones, Honor me as I honor you. Mighty kindreds, beloved all, Guide me today.]
So Marisha Ray is running a Honey Heist one-shot on Critical Role tonight (7PM Pacific on the Geekandsundry Twitch) for Matt Mercer, Taliesin Jaffe, Sam Riegel, Liam O’Brien, and Brian Foster. For anyone who may not be aware, the entirety of the ruleset fits on one page.
“You have two stats: BEAR and CRIMINAL” seems to about sum this up. Incredible.
[A picture of the early morning sun in autumn, with the following prayer: Oh waning sun, on this late autumn day, I stand with my face turned towards your warmth. With tea in my hands, I am grateful for your ability to drive the chill out of the morning air, that I may still sit in your light and enjoy a few quiet breaths as I start my day. Your journey moves ever towards the darkest time of year, but still you brighten my days. Thank you, Sunne, for your radiance.]
