Imagine how exhilarating it must have been for Steve when he came into the 21st century and realised there were so many more things that you could do now. Like obviously internet computers velcro blah blah blah, but I bet when Steve learns that you can now dye your hair to all the colours of the fucking rainbow he immediately goes out and then buys like ten different shades and shows up to the next team meeting with fucking multicoloured hair instead of his usual blonde. Because that’s like…. a whole different level of Awesome Stuff About The Future
things steve finds Supremely Cool
-patterned socks. there are video compilations of “every single time Cap pulls up his pants to show his sock pattern” and they’re all CUTE
-he thinks microwave meals are cool or whatever and he has a twitter thread dedicated to finding the Best
-steve discovers that shopping vintage is a Thing Now and he does it all the time! but never stuff from the thirties/forties, because he Knows: so there are platform shoes in his closet, really bad eighties t-shirts, and sweatshirts that are oddly decorated
-christmas ornaments! he thinks they’re neat! he buys really fun ones and updates people about it!
-steve goes fucking nuts when he goes to a grocery store and THERE’S A SHOWER??? FOR THE PLANTS???? he has like forty-five snapchat videos of it and tony is in the background just staring at his boyfriend with such love and affection
-steve binge watches america’s got talent/britain’s got talent/other because We All Did That Okay
It’s sort of a mashup of Harvest Moon, Stardew Valley, Rune Factory, The Legend of Zelda, and Animal Crossing. A post-apocalyptic magical farming sim with ruins exploration, RPG stats, house decoration (which even adds stats), social activites (like going to restaurants) and romance and marriage.
Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse is just one giant LGBTQ metaphor
All of them feeling like they’re the only one in the world/ at the end, describing how ‘it’s nice to know we’re not alone out there’
Miles running home to his dad after realising he’s got Spider-Powers and immediately asking whether he ‘really hates Spiderman’ aka a metaphor for kids tryna come out to their families
Spidersense is gaydar
Miles struggling w his identity, wanting to do & be one person but feeling forced into something he’s not
Every single one of them being a complete fucking disaster, thereby paralleling all LGBT folk ever
That one scene in Miles’ room where they’re all talking abt how being Spiderman comes with a price, then going thru a list of people they’ve ‘lost’ (My uncle, my dad, my best friend etc)- a metaphor for how being LGBTQ can often lead to losing people that you love bc they can’t accept u for who you are
Aimed at people who don’t know where wool comes from, it’s 100% plastic. Yes, plastic.
So any garment you wash will release microfibres into the sea. It’ll never decompose.
You’re supposed to believe that sheep shearing is violent and cruel. There are imbeciles out there that work in an unprofessional manner while shearing, but that’s not the case overall.
Sheep don’t suffer from having their fleece removed.
Left on, the fleece can become a home for fly eggs and the subsequent maggots which can eat the sheep. Chemical treatments are available to prevent that happening. It’s much better for the sheep, the land and the farmer to avoid chemical use.
Don’t be fooled. Wool is a sustainable material, one we should make more and better use of.
The FDA shutdown is something that’s going to get worse the longer it goes on. The thing is, most places don’t get monitored by the FDA 24/7. Instead, an inspector will show up at random, which keeps food processing places on their toes. Unfortunately, the random inspections have more-or-less stopped due to the shutdown. They’re trying to get some inspectors back to work this week but they’re not getting paid and there aren’t as many that are going out there. So my big worry is that food and drug companies will be emboldened to start cutting corners until the shutdown ends. This is why we have the FDA in the first place because we literally can’t trust companies to self-regulate if it means saving money.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron are killed early in their search for Horcruxes. Voldemort orders a full invasion of Hogwarts to find the remaining ones. In a panic, Hogwarts is evacuated. One student slept through the evacuation order: 4th year American transfer student Kevin McCallister.
I would like to go on the record as saying….i hate this…….
He’d win
That is part of why….I hate it……bc I genuinely to the core of my being believe that Macaulay Culkin could probably have finished Voldemort faster than the golden trio & Dumbledore combined…………this kid could play a fake recording of Dumbledore saying “Merry Christmas ya filthy animal” with the sound of spells being fired off from the Room of Requirement and Tom Riddle would be tf out of there so fast & slip on a Portable Swamp and fall down a changing staircase…………..
OK but what if the final battle was like this instead.
Like.
The Hogwarts students have spent the entire year peripheral to a war zone, with some of the enemy already present and actively tormenting and then hunting them. They have some idea that Hogwarts might be invaded by Voldemort at some point in time.
As part of their ongoing campaign of defiance of all things pureblood-supremacist and to keep up morale, they have a series of movie nights wherein they get everybody together and watch Muggle films on a TV that they’ve gotten Flitwick to charm into working at Hogwarts.
One of these films was Home Alone.
It was such a hit that they watched the other movies in the series.
And somebody, some little first year who’d been Crucio’d six times that month, raises her hand and suggests, “what if when HE came, we were prepared like Kevin was?”
And they spend the next four months booby-trapping every single inch of the castle.
People use the DA galleons to communicate, and the graduates provide supplies and research and high-level spellwork. Fred and George turn their joke shop’s entire production output to the purpose. Muggleborns, despite being on the run from the now-corrupt Ministry, buy technology like video cameras, remote controls, computers, and Muggle explosives, and research every method of sabotage, petty revenge, and dirty trickery they can think of.
When the evacuation order comes, the younger students retreat to the Hog’s Head with their arms full of screens and remotes and VR headsets, each with their assignment of an area to watch and a set of traps to deploy.
The older students prepare for battle.
The first casualty, as it were, is Severus Snape, who takes a swung paint can to the side of the head and spends the first half hour of the war locked in a disused classroom, before he can do more than demand Harry Potter’s whereabouts from Minerva McGonagall.
When Voldemort arrives with his Death Eaters, giants, werewolves, and assorted other lackeys in tow, and demands Harry Potter, the answer–from Neville Longbottom–is “If you want him, come and get him, you snake-fucking arsehole.”
Minerva has to turn a laugh into a hacking cough, and surrepticiously awards ten points to Gryffindor when nobody’s paying attention.
When Voldemort strides up to the doorway, the lawn collapses and he finds himself chest-deep in a Portable Swamp.
Ginny Weasley, responsible for the first line of defense at her own request, is downright gleeful as she activates the hundreds of freezing charms the students had added to it, and he and several Death Eaters find themselves temporarily stuck in the ice.
Everything is brought to bear. Electricity, zapping some Death Eaters. Tar and feathers, turning some werewolves into a sticky mess. Maple-syrup balloons, hidden in nets suspended from the ceilings. Legos and D4 dice, scattered across the ground after a set of permanent sticking charms that attach the attackers’ boot soles to the floor.
Some traps are magical in nature. The suits of armor, charmed to attack, and both sides of the giant magical chess set that used to guard the Sorcerer’s Stone. Others are purely mundane: tripwires that drop trapdoors full of stones, rotten pumpkins, and metal shavings on the heads of unsuspecting giants. Still more are a spectacular mix: hand grenades that bounce down stairways before exploding at the touch of a button from some second-year in the Hog’s Head.
Hogwarts’ defenders throw spells, gunfire, and molotov cocktails at the enemy, and whenever a Death Eater aims a spell at someone, a trap is sprung upon them by a watchful younger student.
When Voldemort retreats, his robes tattered and dripping with substances he can’t name and his follower count cut in half, there are no deaths among the other side.
He delivers his ultimatum anyway.
Snape, at this point, has awoken and escaped by the simple means of opening a window and flying next door; he tracks down Harry by listening to students talk, and heads to the room of requirement, dodging two or three traps (impressed despite himself) until one of the watchers contacts Harry via radio and Harry says to let the bastard at him.
What the two talk about, only they know. Hermione and Ron grab the diadem while watching them dubiously, and Snape offers to call up Fiendfire to destroy it. This perhaps proves something to Harry, who accompanies Snape to the Headmaster’s office despite Hermione’s and Ron’s, and then Minerva’s, protests.
When they are done, Harry Potter walks out the front door of Hogwarts and duels Voldemort, who starts on the count of two and kills him.
Shock, then hundreds of protests of cheating, and when Voldemort starts to gloat the chants of “CHEATER! CHEATER!” drown him out. He tries to say that it’s irrevelant; Harry Potter is dead, but is heckled in the form of thrown objects. From the shadows, Snape flings the shattered, scorched remnants of the diadem, the cup, and Nagini’s severed head. Voldemort catches the first, and shock paralyzes him long enough to get beaned in the head with the second; his shriek of rage is cut short when the third bounces right off his face.
(The Sorting Hat, begging anyone who will listen to put it on, was listened to by Snape. Being hit on the head a second time did his oncoming headache no favors, but the Sword of Gryffindor appears for bravery, and on his way down, meeting Nagini trapped in something resembling a magical tar pit, he does with the sword what the sword is for.)
There is laughter, and then that laughter becomes a roaring, thundering cheer when Harry Potter stands back up and taps Voldemort on the shoulder. Voldemort turns, and is knocked flat to the ground by a devastating punch that held every bit of misery Harry’s been through in his whole life thanks to Voldemort’s work.
Then when he gets up, Harry makes his request that Voldemort try for some regret. The Elder Wand does its thing. Voldemort falls, never to rise again.
Death Eaters escape, only to find out that some of those traps were full of pigment visible under ultraviolet light, and it is very easy for Aurors to figure out who was present at the attack.
The cleanup is a trial and a half, but the story is told for centuries.
Lycans: Harnessing the raw power of Lycan state these operators work together in groups to be effective. Working in pairs they help each other maintain their focus so as not to lose control and potentially harm their own team. While technology/methodology helps control them their true strength comes from their pack and the bonds between each member.
From the top, left to right:
1: Alpha. Team leader. Issues commands, maintains their team, and leads by example. Incredibly strong and has mastered the Lycan state.
2: Huntsman. New Lycans. Useful in all situations. Tough, strong, and reliable. Teams can further specialize in to specific roles.
3: Goliath. Heavy weapons team. Able to bring rotary gatling guns, autocannons, and small artillery Goliath teams are a force to be reckoned with.
4: Seeker. Counter snipers, scouts, and trackers. Seekers push ahead quietly eliminating threats and gathering recon.
5: Veterinarian. A specialized medic able to work with Lycan physiology. Heals injured comrades and can remove gravely wounded team members from the operation zone to safety.
6: Arcane. Lycan battle mage. A rare breed of Lycan able to harness magic and the elements. Powerful in their own right and highly sought after.
7: Feral. Berserker. Unable to revert to human form Ferals are used to sow chaos and destruction. Highly regulated with transformation serum they fight in a drug induced haze.
8: Retainer. Team tracker. Maintains other Lycans through use of transformation serum to regulate their state. If need be they can revert a Lycan back to their human form if they become dangerous to other team members. Not glamourous but very important.
And finally the sketches i used to get to the final images.
I love how so many times throughout the series one of the Leverage crew will need to do something that’s not in his/her usual skill set and then someone else will say, “Oh, just do it like I taught you to” and for some reason I just love the thought of them teaching each other things in their free time.
One of the most frequently-repeated bits of exclusionist misinformation is that asexuality didn’t even exist before 1999.
(Why this would be relevant, even if it were true, is beyond me. A lot of the people who make this argument didn’t exist before 1999 either, but that doesn’t seem to mean that they’re imaginary, or don’t belong in the larger community, or aren’t oppressed.)
One of the most common examples of people calling themselves asexual, before now-ish, is this 1989 episode of “Sally Jesse Raphael,” above. Where she interviews someone, who uses the alias “Toby,” about being ace.
also, guess how far back the autistic communitywas talking about ace stuff!
(golly gee, come to think of it, we probably didn’t exist as an organized community before about the 90s EITHER, bad news for us, guess we don’t exist and aren’t oppressed)
Here’s an excerpt from that “excessively detailed blog post”:
I had just recently been formally diagnosed as autistic myself, and remembered being strongly affected and influenced by Jim’s Don’t Mourn For Us in my earliest days on the internet, 15 years before. But I had never realised that Jim was also the near mythical nonbinary figure that so many described to me as genderqueer community folklaw.
When I attended the UK Autscape conference a month after the Asexual Conference, many people I met had no problem understanding my gender neutral nonbinary identity or my asexuality, because they knew Jim. Although some were surprised that I was trans rather than intersex. This is where I’d first discovered, via Wikipedia, that in 1997, xe “remain[ed] openly and proudly neuter, both physically and socially.”
anyway animal rights activism will be inherently disingenuous and indeed actively harmful unless y’all recognize that 1) not every country has industrialized the consumption of meat to the extent that the west has 2) you absolutely need to prioritize human beings over animals given that basic humanity isn’t even afforded to a large fucking portion of the human population 3) your experiences are not universal and humans have been living off the land sustainably for literal millenia 4) capitalism is your enemy not poor people & people of color 5) stop fucking making slavery/holocaust anaologies. those are actual human beings. thanks
6) million-dollar organizations like PETA, HSUS, ASPCA, BFAS, GREY2K, etc. are not your friends, they are radical extremist groups who wish to outlaw all forms of animal ownership, agriculture, and conservation
7) stop donating to the above groups, and instead donate to/volunteer with your local rescues and shelters (EVERY county in the US has at least one government-run shelter)
8) working animals are not inherently abused, and agility/racing/service work/mushing/weight pull/bite sports/etc. are not inherently abusive
9) if you believe working animals do not love & live for the jobs they were bred for, you are falling for animal rights propaganda
10) if you believe it is wrong to want a pet from health-tested, titled, worked, showed, and temperamentally-sound parents, and that everyone needs to “rescue” their pets, you are falling for animal rights propaganda
11) Actually listen to animal experts such as zoo keepers, zoologists, farmers and so on who have years of experience in animal health and welfare instead of arguing with everything we say and making out that we’re purposely out to lie or deceive you, and you someone know more then us.
This. 1000x this.
What is this all about seem to be missing some key points …did you ask any of the animals what they wanna do ? If not be killed, tested on,abused in any way shape or form . I have pets and would defend them with my life …what’s this propaganda you speak of? Do videos lie about what we do to animals in agriculture all over the planet? Big ag is in the pocket of every crooked politician. The Trump man wants to kill elephants and seals and everything .. else under the sun …so I believe in the freedom to chose who to support . I support all the above mentioned. ..better them then the ones doing nothing ….
Hey my dude I think you kind of missed the point. Please give this a reread and try to understand what this post is actually saying. If you actually disagree with what this is saying you probably shouldn’t be rebooting from me since we have some pretty obvious ideological differences. Additionally, the groups you support are the same ones who are trying to take away the pets you say that you’d die for. In response to your claim that there isn’t any propaganda, please educate yourself with some research. Pop animal activism is a fad that’s rarely based in actual fact. There are 100% groups aren’t there that are legit and interested in animal welfare, but the groups listed aren’t among these. Here are some links about debunking some propaganda. Give these a read through and message me if you still have questions.
Animal RIGHTS and animal WELFARE are completely different things. Animal rights has nothing to do with the actual welfare and care of animals. Animal rights groups want pets to be extinct. They want no animals “owned” by humans at all, even if it’s for the survival of a species. Because animals cannot give written or verbal consent to being “owned”.
