#Non-disaster housing

[lifefind-blog]

非被災住宅ｰ2

非被災住宅-２

「震度7以上に耐える住宅やビルの設計が重要だ」とテレビで全く言わない理由。それは「牛乳が体に悪い」と言えないことと同じ商業利権密着型の構図です。すでに社会の中にその有害物が多数ばら撒かれ、その下で働く人々が膨大で社会的影響が大きすぎるから

このような本末転倒なバカげたことは、世の中に多種多数存在しています。その情報に特化した本は、チャイナ・スタディー 葬られた「第二のマクガバン報告」以降、出てないのではないかと思います。最新増補版が3月に出るようです。あとで他にないか調べてみます。出てないのなら作る必要があります。

「身体に良いものと悪いもの」、「安心安全なものとそうではないもの」の二つの情報は、健康や命とは異なる基準で判断され、世の中に定着させられています。 車や道路に関してもそうです。命と密接な関係を持つ車の安全性は、日本でだけ棚上げにされて、毎日何十回も「スズキの大決算」という刷り込みが耳に入ってきます。

命を最も重視した設計のボルボのCMは滅多に聞こえません。そのため人気が無いので、中古のボルボはとても安く手に入ります。日本では電気自動車がちっとも売れないので、ボルボの販売店は困っているのではないかと思います。

軽トラに代表される軽自動車は、日本にしかありません。豊田章夫会長は日本中にばら撒かれ普及している軽トラを2030年以降に廃止することなどバカげていると言っています。このことは2重の意味でねじ曲がっています。

国連が、すでに世界中にばら撒かれた牛乳文化を突然禁止にすることに決めたようなものなのです。膨大な雇用が失われます。

だから牛乳文化を守れと言うのもおかしなことなので、2重なのです。

食塩食卓塩という名の精製塩が日本の加工食品のほとんどに使われている事実も全くTVでは言いませんね。

江戸時代には誰も牛乳を飲まず、牛肉も食べていませんでした。塩は天然塩を食べていました。

住宅の現状を見ると、29年前の阪神淡路大震災の頃に、姉歯構造偽装事件が問題になり、その後、耐震構造が少し強化されたと思います。 それでも、震度7やそれ以上の大地震になると壊れてしまうでしょう。 国の建築基準法の数値をそこまで引き上げてしまうと、ほとんどの住宅メーカーが現状で販売している住宅を売ることができなくなって、ダイハツみたいなことになってしまいます。 選択肢が他にあれば、普通の住宅メーカーや、建築基準法を相手にする必要もないのですが、・・・

鉄筋コンクリートのビルや木造住宅は震度7以上の地震で崩壊しますが

防炎断熱を備えた、鉄骨テント構造の建築があったら、崩壊しないし、炎上もしません。もともとブルーシートで建築を作れば、ブルーシートを被せる必要もありません。燃えない素材にする必要はあります。 鐵骨も揺れはしますが、構造体全体がそのまま揺れるだけなので倒壊しません。頭を打ったり、転んだりはします。押しつぶされることは無い。

非被災住宅

被災地域を安心安全な状態で継続するためには、同じ規模の災害に耐える住宅の設計が不可欠。これから具体的に考えます。能登半島に残ることを希望する人々が、また今までと同じような家を建てたらまた悲劇が起こります。これは日本中どこでも同じ

Non-disaster housing

In order to ensure that disaster-stricken areas continue to remain safe and secure, it is essential to design housing that can withstand disasters of the same scale. I will now think about it in detail. If people who wish to remain on the Noto Peninsula build the same kind of houses again, another tragedy will occur. This is the same everywhere in Japan

こういう風に感じている賢い人は結構居ると思います。その英知を結集させることができれば、地震国日本にふさわしい、新しい住宅像が出来上がってくると思います。

日本では、平和と安定を願うための特定の集団をつくることができにくくされています。その代わりに、統一教会や創価学会、中抜き利権派閥などの脱法集団が支配しています。そこにも対応が必要であるため、法律の専門家も必要になります。

検閲だらけの日本のマスコミでは、気の毒な場面だけ報道し、その地区での被災者と被災してない家庭の比率を報じない。無傷だった住宅に関して全く情報がありません。

今後の復興と安全のためには、無傷だった住宅の詳細のほ��が重要。見に行くしかない

東日本大震災の津波跡地に無傷で残っていたのは、ヘーベルハウスの住宅。集落じたいが全壊しているので、結局住み続けることはできなかったのだろうと思います。

地域で一人だけ核シェルターを作っても無意味というのと同じ。被災地域を安心安全な状態で継続するためには、同じ規模の災害に耐える住宅の設計が不可欠。

自分や他人、動物たちを傷つける可能性があるものは、少なくともプラスのメッセージを伝えることを目的とした「作品」には使えないと感じています。どんなに美しいマリア像でも、地震で壊れて落下してきたら凶器になってしまいます。それは、マリア像にはふさわしくないので、あまり大きなものは作らないほうが良いと思います。頭に当たってもたんこぶができる程度の重さならOKです。私が2009年に段ボールの額縁を作ったきっかけはそういうものでした。額縁が落下して誰かを傷つけたら、それは、正しい使い方ではなかったことになります。

同様に、家や壁も、なるべく人にやさしい、軽い素材が良いと思います。

頭の上にコンクリートがある場所で生活していると、いつかは高い確率で死んでしまうことになるでしょう。そのことは、30年前に気づいていました。しばらく忘れていましたが、続きをやる時期になったと思います。

軽くて燃えにくく、雨風と日光に耐え、断熱、蓄熱効果が高いものが良いです。下から1mは、石や土でも構わない。1ｍより上は、人体より柔らかい素材。そういう家はテント式のものにありそうです。

能登半島で破壊された家がもしテントだったら、人は死ななかったし、自力で作り直すこともできたはずです。

検索したら一つ出てきましたが、硬い素材を上のほうに使用してしま��ています。これではダメですが、改良はできるように思います。

「減塩詐欺」

日本でだけ売られ、ほとんどの加工食品に使用されている食塩という偽名の精製塩。塩が高血圧の原因というときの塩とはミネラル除去の「精製塩」。「天然塩」は摂る方が健康になり、血圧も安定する。「減塩（減ミネラル）」は健康に悪い

[deadtiredghost]

Let her be a lil crazy, just for a treat.

She certainly ain't sane.

[we-were-so-beautiful]

4. shower

wow look it's another chapter!!! like... not that long after the last one, even! honestly I had the first 3 sections of this basically entirely written not long after finishing the last one, but eventually I decided I should probably do literally anything else for a while (hyperfocus is a real dick lol), and so I'm just now getting back to it. I thought this was gonna be on the shorter side, but it's about the same as the last one, around 1.3k! there's a pretty important reveal in this one...

Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, conditioning, infected wounds, (severe) illness. As always, please let me know if there's anything else I need to tag.

[masterlist] [chapter three]

Vanessa’s never been particularly sensitive to scents—it’s a saving grace, in a mind where too much light or sound or texture can make her feel like she’s dying. But by the time the guy lying shaking on the seats behind her practically falls out of the taxi in front of her stoop, even she’s having a hard time with the smell coming off of him. Given how the driver peels away with all his windows down the second she pulls the last scrap of soiled newspaper from his backseat, it probably isn’t just her.

She turns back to the guy, for the first time finally alone with him. She’s too short to be used to talking down to people, but he’s hunched himself into that weird curled-up position again, so when she speaks it's aimed vaguely toward the top of his head. “Okay. First things first, we’re getting your ass in the shower,” she tells him. “And then we can deal with the effects of my questionable life decisions.” She pauses for a moment, considers. “Well. This one, anyway.”

There’s no way she’s getting him in through the front like this. Too many stairs, and too much dirt. The garden door will have to cut it. She motions for him to follow her down the alley, and he unfurls himself just enough to shuffle after her.

As soon as the shadows close in around them, she looks back over her shoulder. When she’s satisfied that no one can see them, she unclasps the collar from around his neck and tosses it, leash and all, into the garbage.

—

Vanessa can’t say she’s ever been grateful for the fact that her parents are insane enough to have a swimming pool in the basement of their New York fucking brownstone. Quite frankly, she still isn’t; they got the fucker installed when she was a kid and she screamed for so many days they finally packed her off to a hotel with her nanny of the week just to shut her up. Which they probably should have done in the first place, given that she was nine and there was a jackhammer in her fucking basement.

What she is grateful for now, though, is that the part of this floor that isn’t taken up by the pool—or the hot tub, or the weirdly redundant multi-person bathtub—is a shower stall the size of her literal bedroom. Complete with benches, and removable showerheads, and, she’s hoping, everything else she could possibly need right now.

“In here,” she motions, and he drags himself onto the tiles. “I’d offer you the weirdly redundant multi-person bathtub, but you’ve barely been able to keep your head up all day and the last thing I need is to fucking drown a guy in my basement. Also no offense but you’re literally so dirty right now I’d have to drain the fucker the second you got in. After this you can have a bath whenever you want, if you’re into that sorta thing, but for right now you’re getting a damn rinse.”

—

Once he’s more or less situated on the built-in shower bench, propped up in the corner in hopes it’ll keep him from falling ass over, Vanessa gets to work, still fully clothed down to her chucks on the marble tile. She unhooks a showerhead and aims it at the drain while it warms up. “Is this okay?” she asks, pointing it at his feet, and he flinches sluggishly but doesn’t respond either way.

“I don’t know what that means, guy.” She tests the water again with her hand. “It can’t be that bad, can it?” she muses out loud. “It’s the same temperature I’d use for me, and fuck knows I’m… y’know, picky. So if you want it different you gotta tell me, okay.”

He doesn’t tell her shit. But he doesn’t flinch too much harder when she moves the stream of water up toward his knees, either, and she figures that’s the best she’s gonna get.

She leans over him and focuses the showerhead on his hair. It’s matted stiff as tree bark, the water barely able to permeate through the layers of filth. “Shit, I dunno man, your hair’s got so much crap in it. Not to mention it wouldn’t surprise me if that shelter gave you goddamn lice.” She shudders. “Might be better off just cutting it short.”

There’s a noise she barely registers as a gasp before his ice-pale eyes fly open and he clutches her arm, quicker than she’s seen him move by fucking light years. She jerks automatically out of his grip, dropping the showerhead in her alarm, but he fixes her with a lidless, panicky stare and the eye contact is so startling she’s frozen to the spot. “Please…” he wheezes, “don’t.”

“You fuckin’ what, dude?”

“Don’t… cut… my hair.”

She blinks, astonished. “That’s the first thing you’ve said all fucking day, isn’t it?” He doesn’t offer another. “Christ. Typical fuckin’ me not to notice.” She huffs quietly. “Well shit, dude, I guess if you give enough of a fuck to speak up about it it can stay. But so help me if I find a single fucking nit in there.”

He whimpers quietly, squeezing his eyes shut, but he doesn’t say another word.

—

Vanessa gingerly retrieves the showerhead from where it’s spattering up at the ceiling, along with an oversized lace bath pouf and a mostly-full bottle of body wash she’s pretty sure is fucking designer. If you could see me now, Mom, she thinks, squirting the gel at his left shoulder, the one closest to her. You… well, you probably still wouldn’t give a shit. 

She touches the pouf to his sullied skin as gently as she can, and she knows she’s not well-coordinated at the best of times but she really doesn’t feel like she deserves the choked-off sound he makes or the way he shrinks away from her when she makes contact. “Oh cmon, guy, look I know but you gotta let me get this shit off you, there’s no way it’s not fucking your shit up worse than it already is,” she cajoles, and whatever she’s said it makes something in his posture go slack and he rolls back toward her, opening himself to her touch. “Thanks, uh, I think,” she hedges, and begins to lather him up with slow, concentrative strokes. She flicks the shower back on, sluicing suds and dirt from his skin in equal measure.

"Ohhh, fucking yiiiiikes," Vanessa says softly.

With the first layer of filth washed away, Vanessa can see the far grimmer reality that’s been hidden underneath. Rows of jagged, infected gashes streak their way across his shoulder to his chest. The skin around them burns an angry red, the wounds themselves all but smothered in sickly whitish-yellow. What narrow swathes of skin remain intact are mottled purple, and now that she’s touching him, she can tell he’s just… way too much hotter than any person should ever be.

She lowers the temperature of the water and keeps washing him, afraid to look but needing to see. Each stroke only reveals more of the same. His chest and left shoulder seem to have gotten most of the worst of it, but there are stripes across his arm, his back, his stomach, deep gouges in his legs. She hasn’t tried to touch his face yet, but now that she knows what to look for she thinks she can even see a scratch or several across his cheek, trailing up into his hairline. Jesus fuck.

It all makes a sinister sort of sense now, she thinks: the shallow breathing, the shivers, the near-total lack of response. And here she thought he just had regular rescuee trauma.

“Fuck,” she breathes out quietly, as the realization creeps over her like ice.

There’s something really, really wrong with this guy.

-

taglist: @maracujatangerine @pigeonwhumps @tragedyinblue @marchtothefuckingsea @octopus-reactivated @briars7

[aster-daydream404]

HAPPY PRIDEMONTH!!!✨

Made this sticker for our year end expo in my school! ^w^ Its Snufmin with my headcanons for their sexualities and gender identities =D It was based off the end credits i had from my storyboard for a snufmin animatic last pride 2020 hehe >w<

I also revamped the shitpost i made in honor of bi awareness week also on that same year to turn them into stickers as well— so here they are! ^W^

(original)

More stuff down bellow 🕺🕺🕺

HERES THE ORIGINAL DOODLE FROM 2020 FOR PRIDE MONTH!

I personally feel like Snufkin would be nonbinary— as he’s never really cared much about gender and whatever norms there are for them. As his personal philosophy is one which is to be free and is most of the time opposed to conformity, I believe that he would most definitely be non binary. The gay is a given— he and moomin’s yearning for each other is so apparent, albeit his is much quieter— but i believe he would more specifically be in the gray area of the aroace spectrum ;O; probably demiromantic or something. I wasn’t able to fit that in because wahh color-scheme T-T and i really loved the idea of a rainbow colored scarf.

Moomin on the other hand is of course a well known raging bisexual in the fandom HAHAHAHA But I also think of him as a GNC king! ;O; From what I remember in some of the comics, our boi was quite the fashionista in there no matter if it would be considered feminine or masc => same goes with Snufkin with his enby- ness, but I’m still going to have to find those comic strips that i think i discussed with @magnonette and or @flowerbloom-arts those few times in the past hmm :0c

ANYWAYS JUST GONNA SHARE THIS PIC OF ME FEATURING TWO OF MY SCHOOL FRIENDS WHO HELPED ME RUN MY GAY LITTLE BOOTH~! 🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

caitlyn ross from deepwoods is what the fandom thinks ford is

[devils-yui]

Reposting this from a friend bc I think it is VERY important to know of this, and for immigrants, and other possible victims of the ICE Raids happening right now

Here’s to also a very huge edit, from the list of very helpful people who have been reblogging and providing more info.

I’m not as well informed but I will be relaying the information and tagging each person who added onto this post:

@onthedriftinthetardis -

The phone number in the first photo is ONLY for Orange County, California!

Look up your local ACLU affiliate here

@6feetunderwater -

It always makes me nervous to see a reporting phone number passed around without any links to verify it, so the number in the first pic can be found on the site for the Orange County Rapid Response Network, which is "an interconnected system of non-profit and grassroots organizations, civil rights attorneys, law school clinics, and individuals working together to respond to dehumanizing immigration enforcement activities and policies in Orange County"

@geekerypeekery -

The second warrant is not fake, but is an administrative rather than judicial warrant, and has no constitutional authority to bypass Fourth Amendment protections - in other words, it does not entitle the bearer to enter and search your home. It simply authorizes agents of the issuing department to contact you. Always ask to see the warrant before opening your door!

In addition to the ACLU links, try contacting the National Immigration Law Center https://www.nilc.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/Warrants-Subpoenas-Facts.pdf

@american-anger -

The phone number listed here is specific to Orange County in California, but you can look up other California counties here:

CALIFORNIA RAPID RESPONSE NETWORKS

@beaniebaneenie -

Unpleasant reminder: within 100 miles of the border (which is home to 200 million people and virtually all major cities in the US), ICE does not need a warrant to enter your home, your car, to search anything, or even to arrest you.

You are not automatically safe just because they don't have a real warrant.

The best and safest thing you can do is learn to have escape routes- quick ways to get out of the house or area you're in if you find out ICE or CBP are around. Those of us who do have documentation? Time for us to step the fuck up.

Film any interaction. Every interaction. If you're able, step into the conversation and be a Karen/Kyle- weaponize your privilege for Good. If you get asked about people? Use positive but vague statements so you a) cannot be caught in a lie, and b) do not give any information away.

"I don't know them that well, but I don't tend to socialize much. They seem great to me."

"I can't remember the last time I saw them."

"Maybe they speak another language, I can't remember details. But I picked up Duolingo during the pandemic and tons of other people did too."

"I'm not sure."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Even if you're somewhere the 100-mile Exception doesn't apply and a warrant is in fact needed? I don't expect ICE and CBP to play by the rules for long, if at all. I fully expect this to get ugly, and fast.

Cheeto has already declared an emergency of national security at the border, and is mobilizing the military to have jurisdiction over a huge swath of the country. It's essentially tantamount to martial law. And it's only been four days.

Gear up for a long, hard fight. This is gonna be a marathon, not a sprint.

— I am leaving all of this as an edit because on the off chance someone does find the posts that have these people specifically reblogging, I don’t want it to be too late. So I’m comprising it all here

Here are a few other people’s reblogs I thought were important:

Thank you @onthedriftinthetardis @6feetunderwater @geekerypeekery @american-anger @beaniebaneenie @bunnychiffon @dubiouslynamed @trisockatops @witchy-disaster for contributing and helping me make this a more well-informed post. Thank you so much

[fadinggalaxysalad]

Could totally see the lesson plans being tossed out the window because one of his kids the students has a question and was brave enough to come to him for it. Danny's not letting them down. Maybe he's got an in with the cosmetology teacher and they get the retired mannequin heads previous students didn't want to drag home after finals. Some hair rerooting later, Danny has a whole (only slightly creepy) setup of disembodied heads on the desks with all kinds of hair types to tackle. At the very least these kids are going to get the basic hair care down so they don't go off to college with 5-in-1 shampoo and ruin their scalp. Textbook hacks are next weeks lesson to cut costs so they can afford leave in conditioner instead of spending $300 on one text book. Maybe lets some of the more advanced kids try braiding his hair since he can practically sit on it, he's proud of their efforts even if the braid crooks in the middle. Danny is going to have some weird cupboard contents in his classroom for some poor unsuspecting person to open.

Anyways, yes! Retired hero! He did his thing, he's tired and retired and is firmly on the Get Off My Lawn Unless We're All Going To Die Again list of backup heroes. Handwavy fanon Batman put up the list, maybe Barbra found out about him while she was in recovery and before she was Oracle and brought him to Bruces attention. Pre JL:D if I have the timeline right so it would make sense to have a rabbit to pull out of your hat just in case.

Wally maybe accidentally giving his identity away early by flirting in and out of the mask with the worst pickup lines ever (he learned them from Dick) and Danny the lover of puns, actually likes them. Theres only so many people who would say "I was wondering if you’re an artist because you were so good at drawing me in." line in one city after all. Everyone else is suffering. They can't hear "Are you a bank loan? Because you've got my interest." without wanting to beg for arrest (criminals) or amnesia (heroes). Leonard is doing his civic duty setting them up after hearing "If you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber." At this point he deserves the key to the city or a one time get out of jail free card. He'll settle for being left in charge of the ice sculptures at their wedding.

Okay okay I've seen a Lot of teacher Danny Aus but what if instead of chemistry or engineering...

It's Home Ec. Like this guy decided to get a degree in home economics due to literally the death trap of a house he grew up in where he ans his sister had to learn home economics things on their own so they could just survive.

But this is Danny so of course his classes are chaotic.

First day he brings out a microwave and a series of different food ingredients and shows his students just what you aren't supposed to microwave. And the first thing be shows is eggs.

By showing each different method that people have tried to cook eggs in a microwave with various levels of explosive results. Starting with a raw still shelled egg.

He did provide them noise canceling headphones and safety goggles just in case.

"Alright class, today you are going to learn what you can't cook in a microwave!"

[slyandthefamilybook]

since we now know that all those "my blog is safe for Jewish people" posts are bullshit, here are some Jewish organizations you can donate to if you actually want to prove you support Jews. put up or shut up

FIGHTING HUNGER

Masbia - Kosher soup kitchens in New York

MAZON - Practices and promotes a multifaceted approach to hunger relief, recognizing the importance of responding to hungry peoples' immediate need for nutrition and sustenance while also working to advance long-term solutions

Tomchei Shabbos - Provides food and other supplies so that poor Jews can celebrate the Sabbath and the Jewish holidays

FINANCIAL AID

Ahavas Yisrael - Providing aid for low-income Jews in Baltimore

Hebrew Free Loan Society - Provides interest-free loans to low-income Jews in New York and more

GLOBAL AID

American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee - Offers aid to Jewish populations in Central and Eastern Europe as well as in the Middle East through a network of social and community assistance programs. In addition, the JDC contributes millions of dollars in disaster relief and development assistance to non-Jewish communities

American Jewish World Service - Fighting poverty and advancing human rights around the world

Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society - Providing aid to immigrants and refugees around the world

Jewish World Watch - Dedicated to fighting genocides around the world

MEDICAL AID

Sharsheret - Support for cancer patients, especially breast cancer

SOCIAL SERVICES

The Aleph Institute - Provides support and supplies for Jews in prison and their families, and helps Jewish convicts reintegrate into society

Bet Tzedek - Free legal services in LA

Bikur Cholim - Providing support including kosher food for Jews who have been hospitalized in the US, Australia, Canada, Brazil, and Israel

Blue Card Fund - Critical aid for holocaust survivors

Chai Lifeline - An org that's very close to my heart. They help families with members with disabilities in Baltimore

Chana - Support network for Jews in Baltimore facing domestic violence, sexual abuse, and elder abuse

Community Alliance for Jewish-Affiliated Cemetaries - Care of abandoned and at-risk Jewish cemetaries

Crown Heights Central Jewish Community Council - Provides services to community residents including assistance to the elderly, housing, employment and job training, youth services, and a food bank

Hands On Tzedakah - Supports essential safety-net programs addressing hunger, poverty, health care and disaster relief, as well as scholarship support to students in need

Hebrew Free Burial Association

Jewish Board of Family and Children's Services - Programs include early childhood and learning, children and adolescent services, mental health outpatient clinics for teenagers, people living with developmental disabilities, adults living with mental illness, domestic violence and preventive services, housing, Jewish community services, counseling, volunteering, and professional and leadership development

Jewish Caring Network - Providing aid for families facing serious illnesses

Jewish Family Service - Food security, housing stability, mental health counseling, aging care, employment support, refugee resettlement, chaplaincy, and disability services

Jewish Relief Agency - Serving low-income families in Philadelphia

Jewish Social Services Agency - Supporting people’s mental health, helping people with disabilities find meaningful jobs, caring for older adults so they can safely age at home, and offering dignity and comfort to hospice patients

Jewish Women's Foundation Metropolitan Chicago - Aiding Jewish women in Chicago

Metropolitan Council on Jewish Poverty - Crisis intervention and family violence services, housing development funds, food programs, career services, and home services

Misaskim - Jewish death and burial services

Our Place - Mentoring troubled Jewish adolescents and to bring awareness of substance abuse to teens and children

Tiferes Golda - Special education for Jewish girls in Baltimore

Yachad - Support for Jews with disabilities

[neolithicsheep]

Ok so you're looking at the aftermath of Helene and you're thinking "shit, how would I keep my phone charged? What about my neighbors?" and you have some outdoor space and some cash. Your friendly formerly off grid sheep farmer is here to help.

You need this set up right here:

To that you will need to add:

Y connectors:

The 100aH (amp Hour) deep cycle battery of your choice - lead acid AGM will be cheaper, lithium (LiFePo) is more expensive but lasts much longer.

Finally, you need a small pure sine wave inverter like this one: https://a.co/d/70vRd79

Plug the panels into the Y connectors then into the single wire to run to the charge controller. They are now connected in parallel. Take them outside to a sunny spot and face them south and prop them up at about a 45 degree angle. This isn't perfect but it will be good enough.

Connect your battery and charge controller. Connect the panels to the charge controller. All of the places to do this are labeled and all you need is a Phillips screwdriver. I recommend doing it once in a non-disaster situation so you know you can do it but you'll be fine. Boom, you are getting electricity from the sun!

The inverter draws power even when it's not running so don't leave it hooked up when you're not using it. When someone needs to charge their phone, put those alligator clips on the matching color battery posts, turn the inverter on, and plug in the phone/radio. Voilà! A single 100aH battery is not going to run a bunch of things but it will help keep cell phones charged without using up the gas in your car.

The panels are weatherproof but everything else needs to be protected by the way so you'll need to set this up in a shed or garage or in the house. Lead acid batteries can produce hydrogen gas when being charged but just having one isn't a big risk.

FAQ:

Yes, you can permanently mount the panels to your roof if you own your home etc. They're designed for that!

It is true that places sell "solar generators" - those are a charge controller, battery, and an inverter in one box at a very high price point. When a component goes bad you will be unable to replace the component and must replace the entire $1000 box. They are also not upgradeable or expandable, this is.

You do not have to buy Renogy, I recommend them because they kept me in electricity for the years I was off grid.

You do not have to buy the kit, you can buy the components of it as and when you can afford them!

Remember to keep your battery on a trickle charger.

[reasonsforhope]

"Seven federal agencies are partnering to implement President Biden’s American Climate Corps, announcing this week they would work together to recruit 20,000 young Americans and fulfill the administration's vision for the new program. 

The goals spelled out in the memorandum of understanding include comprehensively tackling climate change, creating partnerships throughout various levels of government and the private sector, building a diverse corps and serving all American communities.

The agencies—which included the departments of Commerce, Interior, Agriculture, Labor and Energy, as well the Environmental Protection Agency and AmeriCorps—also vowed to ensure a “range of compensation and benefits” that open the positions up to a wider array of individuals and to create pathways to “high-quality employment.”  

Leaders from each of the seven agencies will form an executive committee for the Climate Corps, which Biden established in September, that will coordinate efforts with an accompanying working group. They will create the standards for ACC programs, set compensation guidelines and minimum terms of service, develop recruitment strategies, launch a centralized website and establish performance goals and objectives. The ACC groups will, beginning in January, hold listening sessions with potential applicants, labor unions, state and local governments, educational institutions and other stakeholders. 

The working group will also review all federal statutes and hiring authorities to remove any barriers to onboarding for the corps and standardize the practices across all participating agencies. Benefits for corps members will include housing, transportation, health care, child care, educational credit, scholarships and student loan forgiveness, stipends and non-financial services.

As part of the goal of the ACC, agencies will develop the corps so they can transition to “high-quality, family-sustaining careers with mobility potential” in the federal or other sectors. AmeriCorps CEO Michael Smith said the initiative would prepare young people for “good-paying union jobs.” 

Within three weeks of rolling out the ACC, EPA said more than 40,000 people—mostly in the 18-35 age range—expressed interest in joining the corps. The administration set an ambitious goal for getting the program underway, aiming to establish the corps’ first cohort in the summer of 2024. 

The corps members will work in roles related to ecosystem restoration and conservation, reforestation, waterway protection, recycling, energy conservation, clean energy deployment, disaster preparedness and recovery, fire resilience, resilient recreation infrastructure, research and outreach. The administration will look to ensure 40% of the climate-related investments flow to disadvantaged communities as part of its Justice40 initiative.  

EPA Administrator Michael Regan said the MOU would allow the ACC to “work across the federal family” to push public projects focused on environmental justice and clean energy. 

“The Climate Corps represents a significant step forward in engaging and nurturing young leaders who are passionate about climate action, furthering our journey towards a sustainable and equitable future,” Regan said. 

The ACC’s executive committee will hold its first meeting within the next 30 days. It will draw support from a new climate hub within AmeriCorps, as well as any staffing the agency heads designate."

-via Government Executive, December 20, 2023

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This news comes with your regularly scheduled reminder that WE GOT THE AMERICAN CLIMATE CORPS ESTABLISHED LAST YEAR and basically no one know about/remembers it!!! Also if you want more info about the Climate Corps, inc. how to join, you can sign up to get updates here.

[gusty-wind]

NEW 2024: House Administration Hearing On NON CITIZENS VOTING “This is a disaster what happened in pennsylvania that has not gotten enough attention” “Pennsylvania has been registering non-citizens to vote for 20 years, and they admit it. This is not subject to debate” “The question is was it ten thousand or a hundred thousand” For the voter records “We’re the third circuit court of appeals we've already won summary judgment but Pennsylvania is playing a keep away” “The D.C. Board of Elections held a call a few weeks ago encouraging non-citizens to vote in the municipal elections”

[sammaggs]

1x02 Diefenbaker’s Day Off // 2x08 One Good Man // 2x13 White Men Can’t Jump to Conclusions // 3x01 Burning Down the House | Normalized

due South does a main character re-casting better than any other show on TV, and they do it by playing with television's own accepted meta-narrative.

Recasting a character has a long tradition in television, creating a viewership that knows and understands the storytelling short form at play. As viewers, we realize that sometimes actors aren't available to reprise a role (or simply aren't interested in it anymore); but, for the sake of the story, sometimes the show needs that character to come back. So we lean hard into suspended disbelief and just go with it. After all, the characters in the show accept the parareality of it—why shouldn't we?

Of course, the most famous example of a character recast would be the Dick/Darren disaster on 1960s sitcom Bewitched, when Dick York was unceremoniously replaced by Dick Sargent in the role of Darrin Stephens. ("The Dick Wars" would have gone absolutely insane).

it was... not successful

But they weren't the only ones to do it. Aunt Viv from Fresh Prince, Becky from Roseanne, Daario Naharis from Game of Thrones, Greg Serrano from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (pain, agony)—recasting characters but maintaining the fiction is a storied tradition in TV. New actor, same character; totally normalized.

And shows continue to do it, even today, with a—uh—similar dedication to fucking it up doing it poorly.

why must we be punished like this

due South even engages in this trope itself in season 2, when hard-hitting investigative journalist Mackenzie King is recast and they don't even try to find an actress who looks similar. In 1x02 Diefenbaker's Day Off, she's played by brunette Madolyn Smith-Osborne; in 2x08 One Good Man, she's been replaced by blonde Maria Bello, and nobody talks about it.

yeah i'm absolutely the same person, obviously

Everyone diegetically (within the world of the show) is just like, oh yeah, that's hard-hitting investigative journalist Mackenzie King. Totally. Only non-diegetically (outside of the world of the show) does the viewer go "No, that's not the same person." Internally, the fiction proceeds as usual.

So what would happen if, say, Samantha Stephens turned to Dick Sargent and said "You're not Darrin," when everyone else in the show continued to treat him as though he was? Or if Jaskier told Geralt that he knows he's not actually Geralt, and everyone treated him like he was delusional?

Or if Fraser, even, had recognized Mackenzie King as someone entirely different, and everyone treated him like he had a hole in his bag of marbles because of it? Of course that's Mackenzie King; even her boss knows it. No, she's never been a brunette. What are you talking about?

And that's exactly what happens in Burning Down the House.

the rays vecchio

Diagetically, everyone else treats Callum Keith Rennie's character as though he is Ray Vecchio. "Oh, good, you found him," says Det. Huey. Elaine, Franchesca, literally everyone else both at the station and outside of it treat Callum Keith Rennie Ray Vecchio as though he is David Marciano Ray Vecchio. They're acting exactly as any other TV character would in the face of a recasting: as though absolutely nothing had happened.

Except for Fraser.

Fraser's specific brand of parareal Canadian plot magic means that he's immune to the recasting blindness; he's acting as an agent of the viewer, voicing our non-diegetic concerns. Fraser is (as he so often is) a character with one foot outside of the narrative. He's just always been like this and he doesn't know why.

oh this man is infuriating and hot, fuck. shit.

And for a character who already thinks he is likely insane (he sees the ghost of his dead father! He communicates with his deaf half-wolf! He is instantly committed to a mental institution upon voicing the actual true story of his life!), this is very extremely distressing. Fraser thinks he's actually lost it this time, because everyone else in due South is acting like a TV character, and Benton Fraser is acting like a viewer.

This is so brilliant on so many levels. They just fully lampshade the damn thing. It allows our protagonist to speak for disgruntled or confused viewers. It engages at a postmodern level with television as a medium with a storied history (and due South is incredibly postmodern; nearly every episode is or contains a reference to another piece of media). It's written from the perspective of someone who loves and is knowledgeable about TV tropes.

And it gives us an entirely new Ray while still maintaining respect and loyalty to the original, something no other straight (lol) recast could ever do.

Genuinely one of the most clever, witty, well-crafted hours of television ever made. I could write essays about so many different parts of it. And I guess I will!!!!!!

It’s Burning Down the House week in our dS Stacked Rewatch!

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Adoption | Learn

“So let me get this straight.”

Danny stared at the group of vigilantes in front of him, a look of utter disbelief etched onto his face.

“Batman had a baby with Catwoman, she hid it from him, gave the baby up for adoption, and that baby is me. And you’re all here because Batman’s other ex also had a hidden pregnancy, but she’s a homicidal maniac who wants to make sure her son is the only blood child because of some weird cult rules?”

If they’d been in a cartoon, there’s be crickets chirping. He continued, voice growing less disbelieving and more angry as he went.

“And because some cult wants to kill me, I have to give up my whole life, cut off all contact with my family and friends, go live in a state 900 miles away, and stay cooped up— for an unknown amount of time— in Bruce Wayne’s mansion, because that’s who Batman really is.”

A stilted silence filled the room of the safe house Danny had been dragged to a few hours ago, sans the unnecessarily long explanation he’d just summarized.

After a few more moments, Nightwing stepped forward and smiled gently at him an oh, that rankled Danny. He did not need whatever kid gloves the guy was about to pull on. Before Bluebell had a chance to open his mouth, Danny channeled his inner Jazz and raised his hand for silence. Nightwing paused, and Danny proceeded to give them all a single, flat, unimpressed look, and then stated factually,

“I’m not leaving, I’m not staying with yet another frootloop billionaire, and I’m not in the least concerned with dying. So. You can all go back to where you belong, I’ll stay here, where I belong, and if any cultist come knocking I’ll deal with them just like I’ve been dealing with every other threat in this town the last six months: alone. Because apparently the entire Justice League is too busy to respond to calls for help about inter-dimensional threats popping in and out of my parents basement on a daily basis.”

… Okay, so Danny may have been yelling a bit by the end, but it was justified! And oh, Danny really wished his life was a cartoon right now, because that cricket chirping would be been perfect. He’s pretty sure he broke a few of them. Nightwing looked ready to cry.

Good. Danny was too tired to deal with this sh*t.

Thanks to the whole Pariah Dark thing last month, Danny was apparently immortal now anyways, so even if the cult people managed to completely destroy his body, he’d just reform in the Zone. Because he was now connected to it, and only another ghost could End him like he had Pariah, because of some weird dimensional rules. Apparently, since humans couldn’t rule the Infinite Realms, they just, like… didn’t qualify to kill him. That went for aliens, demons, gods, and other non-human beings of sentience.

So Danny’s got that going for him at least. About time something useful came outta this whole disaster of a school year.

But he’d gotten off track. Before him stood a truly ridiculous number of vigilantes, and they all looked like he’d just slapped them with a fish and then played violin with it. For a few minutes, Danny just basked in the stuttering and bewildered looks, before he noticed Nightwing drawing himself up in righteous determination and decided that yeah, he was done now.

At this point, being a dramatic a**hole to people (or ghosts) who were annoying him was just second nature, so he straightened to attention, raised his hand in a salute, and then let himself sink through the floor, perfectly stoic.

The stuttering turned to panicked shouts, and Danny’s last view of his apparent siblings was a few people lunging for him and missing, winding up tangled together on the carpet.

‘Ahhhh, yesss, I will treasure that memory always! Ah well, time to get home! Maybe I should scout out for those cult people, mess around with them. Maybe follow them back sometime, meet my half-brother. That could be fun, me and Ellie can make a road trip of it this summer! Maybe by then, the Justice Losers will have gotten their heads out as their butts.’

Meanwhile, back at the safe house, several frantic calls were being made about the dimensional threats and the League of Assassins and the possibly meta human, definitely vigilante brother.

Amity Park was about to get a lot more chaotic.

[boybandbaby]

Satisfy You (Evan Buckley x 118!Reader)

word count: 1165

warnings: smut, fem!reader, use of y/n, non specific city wide disaster, munch!buck, shyish!reader, pining!Buck? , coworkers with benefits, social drinker!reader, alcohol, inexperienced!reader, quick mention of reader losing virginity to Buck, choking, angst (honestly came out of no where, not even meant to be that type of story but it happened)

inspired by: Satisfy You by Anthony Ramos

This certainly isn’t the first time this has happened but it sure is the best time. You’re reaching your second orgasm from Buck’s mouth alone.

The first one was quick and short but the second one feels like it’s been going for minutes, hours maybe.

You and Buck had had dinner and drinks with the 118 and their spouses at Bobby and Athena’s. A small gathering to celebrate another day of life and love or rather to put away the very massive city wide disaster that affected every person in the room one way or another. The 118 on rescue and medical, Athena maintaining order in the streets, Maddie answering frantic calls one after another.

It was nice to finally sit down, enjoy a hot meal cooked by Athena and Bobby, sip on a strong but tasty drink, and spend time with your found family. Buck offered to drive you home as he only had one beer compared to your three drinks. You both knew he wouldn’t be dropping you off and going home. This had been happening a lot since you lost your virginity to him two months ago after a tough day on the job and a late night confession session.

When he entered the house, he saw you chatting with Maddie and Karen. You were free of grime and sweat (though he didn’t mind when you got sweaty while under him or on top of him), brows unfurled, and head thrown back in a laugh. You and Maddie clutched onto each other as Karen recalled an old story of a younger Hen and Chimney. You felt his gaze before you really knew he was there.

“Hey!” You smiled, standing to greet him. You really only were this forward with a few drinks in you or around those you were comfortable with. Otherwise, you kept quiet in the corners of rooms and looked on as people chatted.

Buck opened his arms to greet you. He hadn’t said a word since he walked in, mesmerized by your laughter and smile. He pulled you into his chest and took a breath in to smell your shampoo. His eyes met Maddie’s as she watched the two of you. He pulled away suddenly when she winked at him.

“Want a sip?” You asked, wiggling your glass at him.

He smiled and shook his head. “You look nice.”

“Oh… really?” You look down at your outfit. You had been overthinking for a few hours on what to wear though you knew it didn’t matter.

“Yeah! I like this color on you.” Buck plucks the fabric on your shoulder.

“Thanks. Thank you, Buck.” You can barely meet his eyes as you feel your cheeks heat at his attention. “I’ll let you greet everyone.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later?” He opens his palm on your shoulder, his eyes searching yours.

“Most definitely.” You nod and go back to your seat awkwardly. Maddie and Karen share a look and giggle. Your cheeks warm at their teasing before you finish your drink.

Your cheeks are warm again but for a different reason. Caused by the same person but a very different reason. Your skin glistens with a sheen of sweat and the sheet you use to cover your top half clings to your skin. Your back is on your bed, head thrown back with your chin pointing to the ceiling, your knees are bent, legs wide open as Buck licks between your thighs. Your butt is at the edge of the bed as he kneels to eat you out.

He had ripped his shirt over his head before eating you out on your couch 5 minutes into your arrival at home. He’s still in his jeans and sneakers, not wanting to waste any time.

Now his large hands hold your legs up, gripping tight to the backs of your thighs. The watch on his wrist, tattoos on his forearms and ring on his middle finger only add to the wetness dripping from your center. He’s watching your chest as it falls and rises rapidly, your mouth open in a circle, and your hands gripping the bed at your sides. You’re usually quiet, even in bed so he loves watching you. He pays attention to your body language to ensure he’s making you feel good. He wishes he could see your eyes from this position, the way they roll back or squeeze shut just as you’re about to cum. He never pushes you though, always making sure you do what you want and that you’re comfortable with him.

It’s almost as if you can read his mind or maybe you’re used to what he likes by now. Your head lifts, eyes meeting his as he sucks on your clit. You lift onto your elbows, stomach sure to hurt tomorrow from the position. Your right hand comes to the back of his head to pull him closer, fingers locking into his curls. He’s seen you like this just minutes before so he knows what you need without you having to say anything. His hands move from the back of your thighs to wrap around them, legs partially over his shoulders. He sucks on your clit harder, taking rhythmic breaks to lick with a flat tongue.

You’re nodding at him, encouraging him to continue as you’re almost there. He doesn’t stop as one of his hands pulls the sheets from your body and wraps softly but firmly around your throat. A strangled half moan half shriek leaves your throat as your hands cling to his outstretched arm.

You can hear faint mumbles of “that’s it” and “come on baby” falling from his lips but getting swallowed by your slick center. Suddenly, the slow and steady building of your orgasm washes over you. Your legs spasm and you barely stop the clenching of your thighs around his head. Buck doesn’t stop until your fingers flex against the bed, their hard grip on his arm momentarily causing discomfort. He pulls off with a pop and slowly pulls back with your legs over his shoulder, letting the backs of your thighs dangle off the bed. His hand around your throat loosens and the thumb rubs along your jaw.

“Hey, you okay?” He whispers, not wanting to disturb the quiet atmosphere.

You nod with a small smile on your face. Buck covers your body with the sheet when you make grabby hands at him. He laughs and slips off his shoes and belt before laying beside you. He climbs behind you and pulls you up into his chest where you’re no longer dangling off the edge. Your damp back sticks you to his chest and he buries his face into your shoulder.

“Stay the night?” You quietly ask.

“Of course.” He breaths.

He knows he should leave, tells himself he will next time. He reminds himself that you both agreed this was no strings attached, a way to help you gain experience but as you pull his arms tighter around your stomach, he wonders if you’re starting to feel the same as him.

[shalfeis]

hsr characters as your pets, namely cats. I hope you enjoy it. I apologize for the possible ooc.

reader x dan heng, caelus, phainon (separately)

Dan Heng

A very calm and non-confrontational cat. Gets along well with other pets, if they are in your house.

Not picky about food, but still prefers your cooking. If you feed him something delicious, you can hear him purring softly.

Unlike many other cats, he is not afraid of water. On the contrary, he willingly goes into the water if it is cool or warm. He calmly waits until all the spa treatments are completed, which makes your job much easier.

He's not the most talkative, affectionate and active cat in the world, but he always responds when you call him. He always listens attentively to you when you're talking enthusiastically. And at night he likes to lie down on your feet, warm them and purr softly.

If you're sad, in pain, or crying, he'll try to comfort you by rubbing against you, purring, and snuggling up to you. Needless to say, it more than helps?

You often lose some small things, such as keys, and somehow he always finds them and brings them to you. You don't understand how he does it, but it's still very nice.

As for outsiders, he doesn't particularly like them coming. He reacts calmly to them, but always stays away. For example, he's sitting on the couch and watching a new person in your house.

It is not strongly attached to its habitat, it is more attached to its owner, that is, to you. He'll miss the old house, of course, but he's also not against moving. He even shows interest in his new place of residence.

He loves you very much, just like you love him. You thank everyone you can for getting such a good friend and pet.

Caelus

And this is not a cat, but a disaster. Unlike Dan Heng, he is very active and constantly gets into some strange situations. He definitely has a talent for it.

He's certainly not picky about food, he'll eat anything you give him. Sometimes it seems to you that he has a black hole instead of a stomach, because how the hell does he fit so much and he's still hungry??

He's not afraid of water either, but you should be patient, because you won't be able to do spa treatments in peace. As already mentioned, he's very active, so you need to keep him occupied so that he doesn't think to leave the bath in the middle of the procedure. That already was, and you were ready to kill him.

Very talkative. It doesn't matter if you're busy with something or not, he'll say whatever he thinks. But if he's quiet and you can't hear him, then this can only mean two options. First, he's done something wrong and is trying to cover up the crime. The second one, he's not feeling well.

He is also very playful. You have a lot of different toys at home. But for some reason, the box and the packages are his favorites.

This kid is like ginger cats, you'll never guess what came into his head. At first he may purr and caress, and the next moment he wakes up in him the desire to bite you. Or he suddenly attacks you from around the corner when you least expect it.

Nevertheless, at night he likes to lie down next to you and purr like a tractor. And loudly. But somehow it's like white noise to you, and it's hard to fall asleep without it.

He immediately notices when you feel bad. He may not be very good at comforting, but the fact that he's trying to cheer you up, albeit clumsily, makes you feel better.

If Dan Heng is the one who finds your lost things, then Caelus is the one who gets your things lost. You find them in the most unexpected places. How did he even manage to hide the TV remote in the cupboard??

He is interested in every new visitor to your house. He won't be as affectionate and talkative with them as he is with you, but he won't stay away either. He will look at a person with interest and, for example, touch him with his paw or, if he likes a person, play with him.

Wherever you go, he will always be curious. He will actively explore new territory and get to know the world around him. He looks so cute in those moments, he's like a child.

Even though he's a walking disaster and often gets on your nerves, he's still very attached to you and loves you very much. He's not perfect, but that's why you love him.

Phainon

And here we are, have the perfect balance. Quite calm, but quite playful at the same time. Gets along well with other pets. And he doesn't give you any problems.

He's not picky about food, but like Dan Heng, he prefers your cooking more. He purrs softly if the food is really delicious.

He is very willing to go into the water. You can tell by his whole appearance that he enjoys spa treatments. That's why he always smells delicious and his coat is shiny.

As already mentioned, although he's calm, he doesn't mind playing either. You have several toys that he likes to play with.

He's a walking anti-stress guy, not a cat. It's enough for him to meow a couple of times, purr and settle on your feet, and your stress and fatigue go away instantly. At night, you sleep soundly with him in your arms. He purrs softly so as not to wake you up, and warms you up. Dream.

He's your little helper. He finds lost items even before you realize that you've lost something somewhere in the house, and brings them to you. You're very interested in how he does it. Or he calls you when you ask for it. For example, if you ask him to call you when the water starts to boil, he will actually call you. Sometimes it seems to you that there is a person in the body of a cat next to you, and not an ordinary cat.

When you're working, he either sits next to you or on your lap, waiting for you to finish your work. Needless to say, how does it add motivation to finish everything as quickly as possible?

Not to say that he's against strangers in your home. He won't shy away from them, but he won't fawn over them either. His affection belongs only to you. He will sit next to you and calmly look at the guest.

The change of location scares him a little, but he tries not to show it. While you're around, he's exploring a new area with interest and caution. He looks so cute that you can't resist taking a few photos.

Anyway, you have a whole photo album with him. He's too photogenic and handsome, there's nothing you can do about it. And it doesn't look like he's against it.

He's very attached to you and loves you very much. You feel the same way, so there's an idyll in your house. You don't even need a boyfriend with a cat like that.

[allywthsr]

GINGERBREAD HOUSE | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando make the gingerbread house challenge, while streaming

wordcount: 1.2k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of blood (but no actual bleeding)

notes: I switched up the order of the fics, the streaming one will come out tomorrow instead :)

advent calendar

”Alright Chat, we‘ll do the gingerbread house challenge, you get to decide whose house is prettier in the end.“

You got two boxes on the table and held them up to the camera, so people could see what kind of gingerbread house you got.

”It’s a simple gingerbread house from Tesco, I‘m going to make some icing in a second, and we have lots of sweets to put on top, just as sprinkles. Lan, do we want to do it on time or are we just free-styling it?“

”I would freestyle it, I don’t wanna rush and fuck it up if I need an hour, I need an hour.“

You nodded and gave him one of the boxes, opening yours and getting out the little plastic bags with gingerbread in them. Lando did the same and you checked if everything was inside, what it said on the box, you quickly whipped up some icing, with only some powdered sugar and water. You made two separate bowls, one for Lando and one for you, placing them on the table, while your boyfriend was reading through the chat.

”Everyone’s saying yours is going to be prettier.“

”I like your chat.“

He pouted and you pecked his cheek, with that he smiled again and checked out the different pieces of gingerbread he had in front of him. He tasted the gingerbread when he bit off on one end and licked the spoon of the icing, complimenting you for being a great cook. All you did was laugh about his statement, mixing powdered sugar and some water together wasn’t a big deal, but for Lando, the non-cook, everything you did in the kitchen was a miracle for him.

On a count to three, Lando and you started building the house, taking the bottom layer and you put some icing in the sparred out notch, where the wall belonged. You pressed the wall in the icing and let it dry for a few seconds, making sure the wall was standing.

Lando was different, he put the wall in and squeezed the icing in between the spaces and only waited for a millisecond before he let go of the wall. To no surprise, the wall fell down and smeared the icing everywhere, ”Babe! It fell down.“

”You didn’t wait long enough, for the icing to dry a little.“

He let out a huff and started filling the notch with way too much icing, pressing the wall hard in the white gooey consistency. When he let go of his wall, you were already on your third, every gingerbread was standing perfectly straight and didn’t fall down.

Chat was roasting Lando for his non-existent skills of building a gingerbread house, some comments made you giggle.

‘I love how Lando is not able to build a house, let’s hope their house in England won’t be built by him‘

‘Lando’s walls are crashing like my dreams‘

‘I want Y/N to build his house, this will be a disaster‘

‘It’s bwoken‘

Lando did your technique for a while, squirting the icing on the notch before placing the wall on top of it, but he used way too much icing and too much pressing down on the gingerbread, most of the icing was spilling out of the edges, you feared the worst. While you placed your first roof half, Lando was still on his third wall, he was struggling to get the walls straight, they were all bending in a different direction and you wondered how he was going to build the top layer on that. You placed the last roof piece on your house and Lando looked over to yours, ”Y/N, why are you so far ahead? I‘m still on wall four, that’s unfair.. can we switch houses?“

”Don’t even think about it, babe.“

He scoffed and fixed a corner, that was a bit loose, with icing. You smiled at his house, the walls were crooked, the icing was overflowing at where the gingerbreads were touching, and little white fingerprints were all over the house, where he touched the walls, somehow he got icing on his fingers and didn’t clean them.

You gently drizzled icing over the roof to make it look like snow, adding drops where you placed different gummy bears and sprinkles, lastly, you added the little gingerbread man in the open door of the house. You were finished.

”Chat, what are we thinking?“, you asked, turning the house in front of the camera and looking at the responses that came in.

”Lan, they think my house looks better, maybe I should take over your stream.“

”Chat, you’re betraying me.“

Lando placed the top layer on the wonky walls and groaned when it wasn’t looking like yours. He quickly added the two roof pieces and the gingerbread man, before you could blink, the whole thing came crashing down, the walls were breaking and the roofs were squishing the gingerbread man, splitting him into two halves.

”Lando! What did you do?“

”I don’t know! It just crashed.“

He started laughing in his high-pitched laugh, and you pouted, he tried to make it work but failed in the end. You two were speechless for a while, the chat was filled with people laughing and sending condolences to Lando and his house. After a minute of silence, he spoke up: ”I know what to do, give me a minute.“

You arched your eyebrow before turning to the chat and talking with them, answering small questions and thanking them for the donations. Lando turned the camera, so it wasn’t focusing on him, but only on you, you didn’t look at what he was doing, but he was using a lot of sweets and sprinkles before he said he was finished.

”Baby, close your eyes, I want your reaction at the same time as chat sees it.“

You held your hands before your eyes and waited for Lando to say something.

”You can look.“

You removed your hands and looked at his gingerbread house, gasping you looked between him and the house.

”What did you do?“

”What?“

”What is that supposed to be?“

”A gingerbread house but in the earthquake version.“

You let out a laugh, he put red sugar paste all over the gingerbread man, so it looked like he was bleeding, red sprinkles were placed around it and more sweets were thrown on top of the house.

”You are creative baby“, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and chuckled once more, before looking at the positive responses from his chat.

”Who won, chat?“

Lando made a poll, where they only had to click on a name, quickly Lando’s name reached the top, with seventy-nine percent it was obvious who won. With a little defeated smile, you congratulated him.