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@ForestOfWhales @QuietPineTrees Yeah!! Ye-yeah... wait...

@themPancakes @QuietPineTrees It’s none of his business what we were doing! …I mean, this village does sell access to High Lake to tourists, so that is technically a business, but still!

This isn’t your forest. The ground is rocky, as though the trees burst up through some giant slab of granite. You don’t recognize the birdsong, or the patches of darkness swimming through the undergrowth. You hear music from what you think is north, water to the south.

@ForestOfWhales @QuietPineTrees And what are *you* up to? ( canoodling wa ls a nice bonus, but not the intended purpose, though I'm not going to tell them that!)

@QuietPineTrees The stranger doesn’t respond. He keeps watching you, but leans toward the entrance to the cave. “Mondo,” he says, “we’re not alone.” Mondo rushes in, ready for a fight, but sighs when he sees the two of you. “Really? Sneaking off to canoodle in the cave? That’s a bit immature.”

@ForestOfWhales @QuietPineTrees Uh... hi! I'm Fireflies!

@QuietPineTrees Elegy puts her forehead to yours, and wraps her arms around your waist. “We’ll get time alone eventually.” “I know,” you answer. “I was talking to myself, love,” she says with a grin. You turn to the stranger watching you. His body looks waxy, but he doesn’t seem to be a locus.

She never increases the price of her subscription.

*nerd stuff not need stuff ugh

Guy I chat with at my local convenience store about need stuff. Recognizes my Undertale shirt. Mentions he's on his genocide run, stuck on Undyne. I'm about to agree, she's tough! And he gets so energized, "Yeah they're all like Shou Tucker basically, and I'm gonna kill em all!"

I have NEVER in my LIFE met in person someone so egregiously WRONG about a game that it so completely changed my perception of them as a person but here I am. And because i did not have time (and frankly, spoons) to correct him, I just steered the conversation away because... WOW

So I quickly steered the convo away to my rewatch of fma:b and Arakawa's new anime that just came out, and then I left. Completely flabbergasted.

My guy... what? Did you. Did we. Did we play the same game?

Take a bow! #CriticalRole #criticalrolespoilers

The FBI cut the phone lines during the 1977 disability rights sit-in. Then they turned off the hot water. They locked the doors from the outside. One hundred and fifty people were trapped on the fourth floor. Half of them used wheelchairs. The government assumed they would leave. Kitty Cone was thirty-three. She had muscular dystrophy. Her muscles were failing, but her logistics were flawless. She knew how to organize people. The federal government had promised to sign regulations protecting disabled Americans from discrimination. The policy was known as Section 504. They printed the promise on paper. Then they stalled. Without a signature, it was just typography. The protesters entered the regional Health, Education, and Welfare building in San Francisco on a Tuesday morning. They took the elevators to the director's office. They brought sleeping bags and catheters. They informed the staff they were not leaving until the law was signed. By sunset, the police surrounded the exits. Kitty sat near the windows. She organized the floor plan. She assigned committees for security and sanitation. She kept her medication in a small cooler. According to federal memorandums released decades later, the strategy to end the occupation relied on medical attrition. The building was not equipped for long-term habitation. The FBI calculated that a population requiring ventilators, specialized diets, and daily medical aides would voluntarily evacuate if the environment became sufficiently hostile. They instituted a blockade. The blockade went into effect immediately. No food deliveries allowed. No medical supplies permitted through the lobby. Guards stood at the main doors checking identification. Kitty's muscles deteriorated faster under the physical strain. She couldn't walk. When the phone lines went dead, the fourth floor lost contact with the press. The government waited for the quiet. Kitty dropped to the floor. She realized the barricades were designed for standing adults. The police had blocked the hallways at waist height. They hadn't blocked the linoleum. The floors were covered in cigarette ash and spilled coffee. She dragged her body through it. She crawled under the barricades to reach the restricted elevator shafts and unguarded offices. She carried notes in her pockets. She found a single working payphone the FBI missed. She called the local news desks. She called the mayor's office. She crawled back. When her arms failed, someone pulled her by her ankles. The Black Panthers heard the news reports. They crossed the police lines with hot meals. The FBI could not stop them without a riot. They shut off the elevators, so she crawled. The occupation lasted twenty-five days. It remains the longest non-violent occupation of a federal building in American history. On April 28, the Secretary of HEW signed the regulations without a single alteration. The protesters left the building the next morning. They went back to their apartments. The Rehabilitation Act regulations laid the groundwork for every accessibility law that followed. The HEW building still stands on United Nations Plaza. The elevators run on a schedule. The doors are heavy glass. Kitty Cone: the woman who crawled under the barricades.

@ForestOfWhales @QuietPineTrees My goodness! It's been so long!

@themPancakes @QuietPineTrees I believe the only time we’ve ever made a point of saying it was when we were facing certain death at the hands of the Cult of Dolor. Saying it now, presumably without mortal danger, would be a nice gesture.

@ForestOfWhales @QuietPineTrees Oh I definitely tell Elegy I love her, gestures are all well and good, but she deserves to hear it!

@QuietPineTrees Together, you and Elegy gently surface and inhale the cool cave air. Elegy laughs, but you spot a few tears falling down to the cave floor rather than up into the lake. “I love you,” she says softly. “Oh!” a voice says nearby. Elegy’s smile disappears. She groans in frustration.

You can't mine at Yosemite. You can't mine at Yellowstone. You shouldn't be allowed to mine in the Boundary Waters. Republicans are trying to sell out our most pristine waters to a foreign mining corporation. NO.

Republicans when a beloved watershed is pristine and untouched:

Trojan Horse for mandatory Digital ID right here: HR 8250 has been introduced. We need to KILL IT now.

🩸my life is in your hands🩸 #criticalrolefanart #bolairelathalia #halandilfang

it's been a brutal week in terms of animation news, and not gonna lie, I don't love how many people's takeaways seem to be that artists do this work for the art, passion, and love of the game I love art, but it's also my JOB, and the point of my job is to pay my bills 😕

🧵 here’s a thread on each individual that participated on the “Avatar: Aang, The Last Airbender” movie and their previous works. I’ll be updating this as more people from the staff come out and announce that they worked on the film.

@ForestOfWhales @QuietPineTrees With her, absolutely!

@QuietPineTrees In the dim glow of the cave, nothing is brighter than Elegy’s smile. In it you see the same joy overflowing in your chest, but also unmistakable relief. This next step in your relationship has clearly been weighing on her mind, and she is thrilled to be in undiscovered territory.