#bearclaw cookie

[zootycutieart]

Been a bit for this, but after drawing some of the Heroic Warriors as Cookie Run characters, I decided to do the same for some Evil Warriors! Most are Filmation-oriented, but I felt the 200X way was better for Tri-Klops.

Formerly Prince Goatmilk Cookie, being saved from crumbling turned the thought-to-be heir of the Milk Kingdom into Sugar Skull Cookie! Despite his sugary skull, he is dripping with bitter malice, especially towards his nephew, Prince Buttermilk Cookie. With his powerful Goatmilk Staff, he leads his own team of evil warriors to take on the heroic cookies in an attempt to get the secrets of Castle Earlgrayskull for himself. However, he's also found himself against Dark Enchantress Cookie and her group lately. One of the only things Sugar Skull Cookie cares for is Berry Drop Panther. Rival to TigerMilk Morsel, he is a fierce and vindictive kitty! He makes for a good Combi bonus with his master, but is far more content to lounge around the lair when he's not in need. Being taken in by Sugar Skull Cookie's team from the streets is Nightshade Cookie. A powerful sorceress, she unfortunately seems to have it drilled in that she's meant for the Evil Warriors. There's a good side there somewhere, but it feels like it's being hidden far too strongly by a combination of underconfidence, manipulation, and false praise. Despite her heavily unwavering loyalty to the Evil Warriors, she has a respect for Miracleberry Cookie, along with a heavy rivalry towards Pomegranate Cookie. The literal brute squad of the Evil Warriors is Bearclaw Cookie. Armed with burnt almond claws, he is the biggest muscle of the Evil Warriors. With the ability to control nearly any Cookie Pet, he makes for devastating Combis with nearly every creature. Despite this, he can never combo with TigerMilk Morsel and is easy to outwit by the heroes. Despite his rough exterior, he cares for Nightshade Cookie, and worries about what paths she might be taking. Gummy Fish Cookie is a former ruler of a kingdom in the soda seas. Disposed from his role, he has allied himself as a third party with Sugar Skull Cookie. Only showing up when he's called for, he's more content to lay waste to anyone that tries to doubt his authority. Despite this, he is very protective of the seas. He has a soft spot for Squid Ink Cookie and Sorbet Shark Cookie, is interested in the history of Sugarteara, and reveres Sea Fairy Cookie. Holding onto life from a combination of errant oven parts and science is Jawbreaker Cookie. Second in strength to Bearclaw Cookie, along with second in wits, he is armed with a multitude of amazing things. With a mechanical arm that can be swapped into other weaponry and a jaw that can snap a cookie like a, well, cookie, he's a living army. Thankfully he's also easy to bamboozle, something that helps the heroes fight him. Blinded in both real life and by Sugar Skull Cookie is Spumoni Cookie. Once an amazing swordsman and scientist that preferred to be alone, he was given a helmet of three different ingredients by Sugar Skull Cookie. While this has restored his vision, it has also been brainwashing him into being one of Sugar Skull Cookie's minions. However, his scientific apt is not dulled whatsoever. He was the one to bring Jawbreaker Cookie back to life, and is constantly creating new inventions in attempts to turn the tide towards the side of evil. Cookie Run © Devsisters Masters of the Universe © Mattel Cookie characters © ZootyCutie (that's me!)

[umbralsound-xiv]

Prompt #12 - Dowdy

Character: Zhav Gridania, Present Day

She didn't care. Not in the negative way, where a lack of care to all things was given, or indifference to whatever matter had crossed her, no. Zhav's lack of care manifested in many ways, physical and otherwise; and only those who did not know her saught to judge her.

In the way her hair grew out, bedraggled and the colour of a particularly rich grape, combed through only with her fingers, and currently adorned with a small blue bow one of the children had plaited and tied into it on her blind side. She pretended not to notice, to be heralded with grins and laughter from her people and otherwise, keeping it for the joy it gave them. Cut haphazardly with a knife when it got too long to keep from her face, there was never any real neatness to it.

Not a lick of makeup adorns her face. Zhav wouldn't have too much idea what to do with it anyway. Instead, thick black facepaint adorns her features in long, wide swathes reminiscent of a bearclaw, sticking to skin even after the most rigorous bathing regimes. It was possible to remove it, of course. But Zhav had worn hers for so long in the same place that it had stained the skin beneath.

Muscle and marred flesh long burned and healed bulges beneath well worn leather, repaired and replaced for cycles. No frills, no unneccesary adornments. Zhav liked her clothes simple, and although she adored them, she never got too attatched.

She caught many eyes travelling through the markets of Gridania, though it wasn't often she went, most of the time making her own things, gathering her own spices. Whispers of the fearsome looking woman with a battleaxe, and too-sharp teeth wrapped in scars and leather and facepaint was enough to send anyone running.

But Zhav only asked for flowers, in her usual rowdy accent. A smile through black lips coloured with facepaint; she would make cookies with them, and press the blooms into the pastry for effect.

She didn't care. What they said about her, or what they thought of the dowdy looking woman who so rarely frequented these stalls. She didn't care at all.

She saved that care for the things that mattered most to her.

[wilsons-hotlittleprettyboymouth]

Lmao wait I just saw the Panera commercial about “bread doesn’t go bad after one day but we donate it because we’re such good people we help the hungry” blah blah blah I have been the person to count up and donate the bread / bagels / pastries at the end of the night and most of that shit is NARSTY by close. First of all a lot of Panera pastries are being sold on the second day, not the first. They don’t donate every item at the end of the night, they keep some cookies / bearclaws / muffins etc to sell the next day. And second of all the bagels, baguettes, etc that are donated are fuckin crusty and have an incredibly short shelf life after they’re removed from the store.

Don’t believe this advertising bullshit it is literally not bread that’s good enough to keep and sell.

[wealthview]

Muffin Donut Soufflé Piebear Claw Croissant

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Muffin Donut Soufflé Piebear Claw Croissant

I love tootsie roll sesame snaps croissant I love powder. Jelly beans I love jujubes. Marshmallow croissant ice cream soufflé. I love bonbon tootsie roll I love icing. I love powder jelly-o ice cream powder macaroon ice cream. Croissant oat cake powder marzipan gummies apple pie topping sesame snaps cake.

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Muffin Donut Soufflé Piebear Claw Croissant

Recipe by WealthviewCourse: AperitivesCuisine: MediterraneanDifficulty: Medium

Servings

4

servings

Prep time

30

minutes

Cooking time

40

minutes

Calories

300

kcal

Ingredients

Bear claw dragée sweet roll oat cake icing

Ice cream sweet roll muffin

Brownie soufflé biscuit marshmallow chocolate

Bonbon macaroon cupcake dragée

Directions

Cheesecake caramels tiramisu I love toffee

Wafer dragée I love jujubes cookie halvah

Powder I love oat cake biscuit

Pudding sweet halvah tiramisu lemon drops

Notes

Toffee dessert toffee jelly-o lemon drops toffee gummi bears oat cake. Bonbon sweet roll tiramisu croissant tiramisu jelly beans cotton candy biscuit jujubes.

Donut sweet roll topping marzipan pudding lemon drops. Sugar plum marzipan candy canes jelly-o oat cake. Marzipan ice cream gummies cookie chocolate bar chocolate bar donut ice cream brownie. Powder dragée cookie pie.

Pastry caramels sweet roll topping cake powder muffin tiramisu. Donut liquorice dragée soufflé I love cake ice cream. Ice cream bonbon cotton candy. Gummies toffee chocolate.

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[enigmaticxbee]

S3 Rewatch - Fic Recs

Need something to distract you between calls from your partner who’s off hunting killer cockroaches with someone else - someone named Bambi?? I often assume, unless it’s clearly indicated otherwise, that fics are set in season 3, so I’m actually surprised I don’t have more fic from this era bookmarked. It’s the quintessential partnership era for me, and it’s fun both to live in that, and to see what might be the catalyst for their relationship to change:

This House Is Burning by Tesla - three part casefile about the fallout of an undercover assignment tracking a serial killer

We’re Married Now by Skinfull- undercover married casefile goodness, NSFW

Baseball Metaphors by @leiascully - fake dating, an all time fave, NSFW

12 Rites of Passage / 12 Degrees of Separation by Anne Haynes - not set during season 3, but a really interesting mytharc story written during the very early seasons

The Magician Series by Suzanne Bickerstaffe and Jennifer Lyon - fantasy AU, Mulder and Scully travel to another universe. One of the first fics I remember reading as a young X-phile.

Option 3 by Khyber - Halloween stakeout, NSFW. "Ish Hallowee' nigh', you're 'itting there 'ressed like 'Hadonna," Mulder chomped down on the candy muffling his speech, "we're going out to talk to a woman who claims she can control ghosts, and you're talking to me about professionalism?"

The Longest Way Around Is The Shortest Way Home by Apostrophic - a lovely little fic about Scully moving apartments within her building

Gold and Silver by @dreamingofscully - Scully does something spontaneous to honor her sister’s memory.

Fortune Cookie by Minuete - Mulder and Scully discuss a potential X-file case over Chinese takeout. Queequeg just wants Mulder’s food.

Like Mother, Like Son and Birthday Dinner with Boy Mulder by @lotzzoforangezoutside - a birthday dinner for Mrs Scully

Love and Bearclaws by @edierone - a verbal slip reveals a deeper truth, so sweet

Episode-related fics:

Things That Can Never Be by @scullysexual - mid-Paper Clip missing scene

Extension Line by @wtfmulder - post Paper Clip hurt/comfort, NSFW

Resolute by @agirlcallednarelle - post Paper Clip, Scully and her mother grieve together

Lovers by @kittenscully - post Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose, they discuss tarot

No Place for an Entomologist by @agirlcallednarelle - post War of the Coprophages, Scully wonders why she involved herself in the case and they banter about Bambi

Kinda’ I Want To by ScarletteStarlett - post War of the Coprophages, NSFW

When Stars Align by Katherinexx1 - mid-Syzygy sex and the aftermath, NSFW

Horned Beasts by @danascully77 - mid-Syzygy sex, NSFW

The Chocolate Sound by @somekindofseizure - post-Syzygy kiss

The Game by Megan Reilly - post Syzygy Mulder and Scully play a little game

Cosmic Interferences by @baronessblixen - post-Syzygy banter

Listening to Mountains Grow by cucumber spy - Pusher aftermath (On Gossamer so if link doesn’t work you can search for it there.)

Holding Back by @mangokiwitropicalswirl - post Pusher angst

[rnainframe]

i have a ton of cookie run ocs at this point but i wanna talk about my crk ones specifically there aren’t much yet but... at least one per class, soon, ask me about em >:3c

Bearclaw Cookie | Charge

Blue Raspberry Cookie | Ambush

Cappuccino Cookie [new sona] | Magic

Gummi Worm Cookie / Macadamia Nut Cookie [no longer my crk sona] | Bomber

Sweet Mint Cookie | Ranged

[lord-of-the-tuckies]

what is a cookie?

By Merriam-Webster’s definition, a cookie is a small flat or slightly raised cake. However, does this include bearclaws, donuts or danishes?

[ohducknewton]

Cryptid Tourist Spots in Kepler

A bakery that sells cryptid-themed sweets  

How the cryptids in question feel about these vary- The Bigfoot Bearclaws are a bit too sweet for Barclay’s tastes, Dani likes the Vampire Jelly donuts if only for how much Aubrey laughs when she sucks the jelly out as fast as possible, and no matter how much Indrid wants to hate the Mini Mothman Cookies, they’re just too good

A ghost tour bus that drives guests past Kepler’s most “haunted” spots 

To be honest, its mostly just run down buildings that got branded as haunted from when Duck and his friends would break in and goof around in them as teens. Not that Duck will ever admit that

A clothing shop that prides itself on having any cryptid pun you can think of on some sort of apparel 

Ned holds a grudge against them for cutting in on his business, but also can’t deny that some of those ghost puns are pretty good

A Bigfoot Watch Group that journeys into the forest at night once a month to hopefully spot Bigfoot himself 

Mama’s not a big fan of them after Jake Coolice ran into the lodge one night scared to death and nearly in tears after stumbling into them in the woods while they were decked out in night vision goggles

Basically, since Griffin described Kepler as a town split between highlighting the scenic aspect of the area or leaning into the cryptid side of things, I’d love to see more of the second side of things

[samsonfrisk-blog]

a spoonful of sugar helps the loneliness go down [PERSONAL]

Valentine’s Day. Always a sore subject, if Samson were to be honest. He could remember when the day was wonderful, almost to a cliche, so vividly that it made him nauseous. But he woke up with the birds nonetheless, smothering his face into his pillow for a few moments before pushing himself from bed. He had work to do for the happy couples in the world. With great baking prowess came great responsibility and all that.

The walk to the bakery was chilly, the sun barely a line on the horizon, turning the sky a vibrant purple and red as it crept upwards in the sky. He shivered, tucking his hands beneath his arms in his jacket and picking up his pace, walking briskly until he reached the doors to The Mix-Up. Unlocking it quickly, he pushed inside before turning the lock behind him, happy to be within the warmth of the bakery. Shrugging off his jacket and putting it in the small office to the side of the kitchen, he tied on an apron and got to work.

Everything he made today was some variation of pink or red. Or at least scattered with festive heart sprinkles. It was going to be a busy day, and he already had a few orders he had to prepare for those who had been smart enough to call ahead. Strawberry bearclaws shaped to look like hearts and white chocolate chip cookies with raspberry chips, red velvet cupcakes and more. The bakery smelled like a sugar overload and his hands looked like a murder scene with the amount of red food coloring staining his fingers.

But with the displays brimming with holiday themed pastries, looking like the most ooey-gooey romantic sunset, he was proud of what he had accomplished. The last thing he had to do was box up the orders and he would be free to unlock the doors for the day, mentally preparing himself for the outpouring of lovey-dovey energy and constant flow of people he knew would be coming.

And, if he had the time, maybe he could make Lukas’ favorite dessert. Just to say he remembered. The thought made him pause with a sigh, hands stilling on the box he was folding together.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Lukas. I miss you.”

[gatewaygeek]

October Prompts - Day 6 - Anonymous

Spock walked into his classroom after kissing his husband goodbye outside (since there was no one there), his class getting out their PADDs and putting away earbuds. He set his bag down on the chair and saw a napkin on his desk, a small ghost cookie on it, and a note.

Hope you have a nice day, baby.

Love, 

Anonymous

Momentarily, Spock was rather nervous. If Jim saw this, he would become jealous, maybe even suspicious that Spock was unfaithful, but then he recognized the handwriting. That was Jim’s handwriting if he’d ever seen it (that, and only Jim had ever called him baby, other than his mother, who was not on planet). He smiled faintly, gently brushing his finger over the curves of the penmanship, then set it down and began to start the lecture. 

--

The next day, Jim woke later. Spock had classes in the morning, whereas Jim’s classes started later in the day. He reached and pulled on his glasses, yawning and sitting up to see a mug of tea and a bearclaw. The mug was even in one of their fancy mugs - the ones that heated themselves up to keep them warm. Jim liked his tea either ice cold or piping hot. Beside the tea and pastry was a note. 

I wish you to have pleasant events today.

All my affection,

Anonymous

Jim grinned a little, taking a bite of the bearclaw. He was incredibly lucky.

He also had to one up his husband.

--

That night, Spock returned home to see a pot of plomeek soup on a slow cook on the counter. Before it, a note.

I’ll be home in a few hours.

I love you, baby.

Love, 

Anonymous.

It was now that Spock realized that the whole ‘Anonymous’ signature could be seen as rather unsettling if he didn’t know who it was. But the soup smelled wonderful, and Spock was grabbing a bowl to serve himself. 

--

Jim woke the following morning when he smelt brewing coffee. He looked over to see Spock was not on his side. Jim grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around his nude frame before walking out. He saw Spock at the stove, fully dressed, folding an omelet. He came behind him, wrapping his arms around Spock’s waist and nuzzling the back of his shoulder, eyes falling shut.

“Good morning, Ashaya,” Spock hummed.

“Mornin’...” He shuffled closer to Spock’s warmth.

“You are naked.”

“Yep.”

“You will burn yourself.”

“I’ve got a blanket.” 

“You will attempt to undress me.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“And then I will become susceptible to burning.”

“I didn’t mean I was gonna undress you right now... I mean, if you want me to-” Jim pressed against him. “I might actually top this time.”

“You know I have no qualms with whichever you wish to be, Jim,” Spock said, smiling softly. “But what I really wish for you to do is go back to bed, so that I may surprise you with breakfast under the pen name Anonymous.”

“Or, I can go back to bed, and you can share this breakfast with me, and then I can undress you.”

“I am amenable to that, too.”

Jim smiled, “I love you.”

“And I, you. Now go to bed, James.”

“Hurry, or I’ll start without you.” He grinned at Spock’s responding huff, then went back to bed, wrapping himself up in the comforter.

Anonymous for sure will be making a comeback, Jim thought to himself.

But one thing neither men knew at the time was that Jim did not make that cookie.

And Anonymous still lurked in the shadows. 

[pulitzerpanther]

Miss Grant...why did you become a reporter?

This question and Cat Grant’s answer were taken from the monthly-quarterly ‘Nine Lives Left’ column featuring CEO Cat Grant and editor of ‘The Trib’ Lucas ‘Snapper’ Carr. The column features questions towards both regarding journalism, ethics in the news industry, and–from Cat–fashion advice for the wilting middle-age ‘walking bearclaw’ editor taking said questions. 

While originally edited in format and featured in the article, the below blurb was taken from the podcast posted on CatCo-.Co with the title of the same name.

So, Cat, everyone always wonders–I know, I know, we get asked this often–and I know we’ve discussed it over the years.

“Oh, of course, I love repetitive questions. If I hear it enough, it’s like the dulcet, soothing tones of Donald Trump.” 

Why did you become a reporter?

“Hmm, yes, well–I’m sure you expect a wholly different answer, given the fact that I technically started in gossip.

Is there more to Cat Grant than high heels? 

“If there wasn’t, you wouldn’t work here. Fine. A similar answer was in my excellently-written memoir, Cat Got Your Tongue released in 2002, but, in order to take you on a journey of me, Snapper, we’d either have to get you a fashion sense, or gussy up a handy little time machine and skip that awful hair-teasing, leopard print phase of the 90′s to go back to the book-worm days of my youth and, namely, the news as an influence–or lack thereof–of my formative years.

Below is the excerpt written by Cat Grant for the ‘editorial’ column, read and featured on both podcast and Trib header.

My father was a particularly knowledgeable man–a great man who had this air of regal mystique about him, or so it might seem to a young girl who had a habit of tiptoeing around the corners of an old, two-bedroom apartment in the bustling playground of Metropolis, before skyscrapers built like towering trees in the ground would become a far more commonplace playroom than my father’s study. But when I was a little girl, I enjoyed that air of ‘fine things’ that he seemed to carry–suits and cigars; mystical brief cases with work-related things in them. It’s all very fantastical to play make-believe with, if you’re ambitious, and while my age is a carefully-kept secret (soon to be given away by this article like an old CIA agent in a bar) there was a time when I did enjoy that long-forgotten art of playing. 

As I tell my son, creativity is important–creating a rocket ship out of a box is the fundamental mind-set that will, one day, create a company out of thin air. It should never be repressed in a child, and I often found myself tempted by the utter adulthood of my father’s study like a creativity landmine. 

The door was always locked save for Sunday mornings, his coffee creating a fine brown ring along whatever ever-present newspaper had found its way to mahogany that morning–the business and politics sections the first read and neatly folded to the side. Saturday morning cartoons were not something my radical mother appreciated in the mornings, but both of them could be seen feverishly discussing current events over the sounds of a crackling, small television in the corner. Only on Sundays, of course, they were feverishly discussing far less important things every where else at much louder–far more grating–volumes everywhen else. 

It wasn’t uncommon to hear the soothing sounds of Walter Cronkite (prior to Dan Rather and Connie Chung’s overruling domain in my mother’s household) in my youth and this particular day, there was one singular, titular program on the television. 

Fortunately–as is an American right–the magnitude of war was lost on me at such a young age, and I had the benefit of merely being fascinated by war like it was some distant, fantastical teleproduction. Like H.G Wells was narrating events, materialized with sensationalism and haunting faux-realism–like I was always one step removed from its horror, because I was.I wasn’t aware of this at the time–what little girl would be?–but Nixon and Johnson ordered the bombing of the Eastern Cambodian line in order to usurp the then-communist Vietnamese strongholds. I wasn’t aware of the impact this would have, ultimately, on the American population–peace signs and drugs and love not war notwithstanding–but also on the Cambodian people.

For four years, with as many visits as an estranged aunt appearing solely for family functions that no one particularly wanted to invite her to, but she just obnoxiously showed up anyways–similar to Joan Crawford, the later years, at a party or Joan Rivers at your wedding (three times)–only to make one small, forgettable appearance, I learned of my first taste of media’s role in education the masses–

By learning that media was not educating the masses. 

From the time I was nine to the time I was thirteen, the Khmer Rouge regime, under the daunting, fanatical leadership of Pol Kot, committed the systematic genocide and elimination of approximately three million Cambodian people under the name of Democratic enstatement in the country. I heard the word Kampuchea (the government created by this regime after the slaughter) feverishly whispered around my father’s coffee mug like a dirty word–like that salacious affair my mother heard about the neighbor having with his nanny–and never understood the impact of it. It wasn’t discussed in my school and, save for a quickly-buried news report every week or two, it was lost, like some lack-luster movie hitting the box office, watched by a hundred thousand people never to be heard of again.

It was a transient sensationalist story. I didn’t understand the gravity of what occurred until college and the magnitude of such a death toll never truly touched Western newspapers save for blurbs. Not even in 1999, when Nate Thayer and Nic Dunlop interviewed a member of the regime’s command still awaiting trial. The story was picked up, ran once, and everyone’s fickle minds forgot about it come Monday, while the weight of the death toll was still being felt by the country to this day.

It was a systematic oppression of the people–a slaughter of a race and religion–and in my twenties, when someone mentioned it, as historical fact, an event that cost the lives of millions, I furrowed my brows like it was a word I couldn’t quite remember on the tip of my tongue.

Lost.

In the 90′s, I was far more educated and politically forward–I was nicknamed Hanoi Cat by a few particularly close friends (one of whom is on the ballot for president this year and should think wisely about the things that a girl might remember to blackmail her with)–and it wasn’t uncommon for me to be enraged by the cruel, cruel state of the world. 

Oh, I taped myself to trees in political outcry, usually hungover and in fabulous heels on a budget, before my palette for social change and fashion had both fully refined. I screamed at rallies and bemoaned the effect of war on the world while sleeping in my thin dormitory mattress that I thought toughed my spine into steel. I was war-torn and affected by the weight of the world’s decisions, unlike my unassuming friends and colleagues.

I’ve since grappled and come to terms with the fact that complacency within a world is a fallacy: ignorance of people assuming the blame doesn’t lie on their shoulders; ignorance of people assuming the blame solely does. Change is not as simple as strapping yourself to a tree and screaming about indignancies.  

I’ve also since made it a point to buy better mattresses. A girl needs her beauty sleep to change the world, after all. 

The Rwandan massacre was far more documented, at the time, than the Cambodian massacre was in the 70′s. But To some of you, who are about to swiftly make my own point about a disassociation of connection and responsibility for me, you might have furrowed your brows and wrinkled your nose at this very paper. 

I’m sure it’s a fabulous look on you. 

Perhaps you saw the movie with Don Cheadle in the early thousands–Hotel Rwanda–where the gripping dramaticism of it all might have dampened the weight of the events with Hollywood flare–provided a sense of detachment that comes with all things sensationalized.  After all, how do we, as a society, come to terms with the deaths of a million people? Another genocide and, though the emergence of electronic media made it far more televised, this one became just as forgotten. 

For a minor history lesson–don’t worry, I’m sure many of you have that hot for teacher fetish–let’s recap the events of the Rwandan conflict in a short, small, haunting blurb that does nothing of justice to the weight or impact of what occurred: in 1994, due to the loss of a political leader, over one hundred days, an approximate million Rwandans were killed by militias and the military under order of the interim Rwandan government.

The coverage of the event was minimal, at best, and the focus of most media outlets–save for a steadfast Perry White who I will credit with having a great focus on human rights, even if the Planet is a subpar paper in every way to ours thanks to one Lois Lane’s lackluster writing–was more on evacuating government officials than on the genocide.

Questionably as appalling as the genocide–in a moral way that, to a journalist, rivals the death of a people–was the treatment of the genocide after the fact. The Rwandan Patriotic Front followed the interahamwe and the Hutu-dominated military into Zaire (what is now called The Democratic Republic of the Congo) and pillaged–that’s slaughtered and raped for those unfamiliar with coy terminology–their way across the eastern part of the Congo. Two years later, Zaire was once again invaded and a puppet government was installed. When that government crumbled, the government once again ransacked the country like some sadistic Santa Claus stumbling in through your fireplace to devour all of your cookies. With a hint of a Krumpus flair.

These actions caused a total death-count of around five-million congolese people.

None of these actions were adequately covered in the news.

So what does all of this have to do with me being a journalist? Oh, I have a point–trust me, I always have a point. Maybe I’m still a writer, through and through and it might be lost in the superfluous overzealousness of my ideas, but there’s always a point. 

I became a reporter for one simple reason: to find truth.

Were there news stories surrounding these events? Of course. Coverage might have been ill-focused during the time–far more for the Rwandan genocide than the Cambodian, though that could be attributed to the times and the lack of such a fine political conscience that Americans carry with them, today–but it was covered. But these moments are forgotten. 

Lost in history. 

A girl with knit eyebrows, forgetting the effect of war and conflict in a country so far away from my own.

Not only were these events transient in the media–not only did I watch them fade underneath the fickle eye of the current press with no lasting coverage or true understanding of the events that took place–I watched the media effectively suppress information.

Stories need to be told and information cannot be suppressed. What do both the Cambodian massacre and the Rwandan genocide have in common? The same thing any government needs in order to systematically commit atrocities against the Geneva Convention–the same thing anyone needs to commit a crime against humanity, big or small: silence. 

Cooperated silence. 

These governments silenced the media within their countries. They controlled the information flow so tightly that there was only one story that was ever told and a lasting embargo was placed worldwide over these events to not endanger the lives of any officials left in the war zone.

No one was talking about it. 

The moment a government starts oppressing speech–the moment the government takes away a people’s voice is the same moment they ultimately take away their humanity. 

Their tie to the world is cut.

How would you feel? In the land of the Great, if we were slowly starting to be distorted–cut off from news, from information flow. If stories of truth turned to ‘stories that the government told us’ which, ultimately, lead to global news of stories of what the government said, since there’s no other form of information available…would you feel safe? Would you feel safe being involved in a ‘He Said’ ‘He said’ with Big Brother? 

Oh, I can hear the rackling shackles of Republicans even while I’m writing this, but it’s not political–it’s human.

What would have happened if one voice in a sea of millions fought for their right to be heard–fought for their right to exist? Is it likely that millions of people might be alive, due to one voice? Oftentimes, political stressors are overwhelming–we’re led to believe that we’re cogs in a system, barreling out of control. 

No. Oh, no–no. Fake. News.

I’m one woman and I have, a will continue to make a difference, and so can you.

That is why it is so important that we have not only a global conscience–but a global presence in the world–humanity is not just a contained problem that happens on the other side of the globe. It is not just a number on a scale of millions dead. It is a problem that could someday affect us and already should simply from the ethical position of allowing it to happen, in the first place.

I don’t say all of this to endlessly guilt you. I believe there’s nothing wrong with taking joy in the finer things in life–in indulging in the good things, instead of just entrenching yourself in the bad–and, like I’d earlier informed you, I do have a nice mattress. I’m not a pauper constantly toiling away underneath the stress of the hedonism of humanity. 

But I do stay informed–I think it is my duty to stay informed, just as I think it’s yours–and, furthermore, it’s my duty to inform you. To tell you the truth with integrity and steadfast objectivity. 

It is my job to ensure that you cannot be blinded by the ‘fake news’ of the world.

Perhaps I don’t tie myself to trees anymore, and my heels are far more upclass, but there’s still a fire of injustice within me. I think there is for anyone who’s masochistic enough to persue the truth of the world because, oh, it can be cruel. And it can be abhorrent. And human nature can be so bone-crushingly haunting that it aches–it leaves a hole within you where humanity used to be–but there’s a brightness to it, as well. 

There will always be people who fight, if you give them a cause–there will always be hope to survive; to push past; to assist those who have been faced with atrocities–and that’s why I became a journalist. To give them a voice. To give them a light.

To give them a choice to fight.

I became a reporter to give a voice to places that no longer have a voice–to make these stories have a lasting impact of relevance and to question not only my own complacency with silence, but to challenge the world’s. It is far easier to ignore the atrocities of the world. It’s far easier to pretend that war is non-existent and that we hold no part in it, if it’s not on our soil we don’t have to handle the short and long-term effects as someone in the country might.

But humans haven’t survived because we’ve had it easy–we’ve survived by building communities. Fostering innovation and pushing together, ultimately, as a society. 

Any cruelty the world faces, I will do my best to ensure that people don’t furrow their brows in forget a few years later–instead, we can all rise up against them, history that steel in our spine molded by information, not a rusty old college dormitory bed, and proudly proclaim: 

Not again. 

This article was published and hosted by CatCo Worldwide Media; edit et al: Lucas Carr; feat: Cat Grant; CatCo WW M - 2015.

[critrolestats]

Puns of Trinket’s Honey Heist

Thanks to @Wien_Rose for this art piece!

There were so many puns, we were barely able to stand it. We found it rather polarizing, and more than a little grizzly. Something something honey. More of this below.

(0:21:55) Brian: Started out as a bottom man, now I’m a top man. Taliesin: Worked his way in the middle, mostly.  Brian: Middle man! Taliesin: Top of his field as middle man.  Brian: Top of the middle! Taliesin: Worked his way from the bottom.  Brian: Started from the bottom, now we’re at the middle man!  Taliesin: Top of it.

(0:23:39) Sam: Peddy Bear.

(0:26:50) Cookie: Because this f***ing guy is going to hack the system. Waffle: I can hack anything. Anything you need. I can hack doors, I can hack people, I can hack cities. Hack right through them.

(0:27:50) Brian: I have super high criminalisma.

(0:32:15) Waffle: You want me to hack the decorations?

(0:33:03) Waffle: I’m going to hack a couple banners down.

(0:34:34) Taliesin: I’m going to hack the banners.

(0:41:03) Brian: Sam looks like Beary Busey!

(0:41:37) Liam: My brother hacked the system.

(0:57:38) Cookie: Little guy?  Vegas: Yeah?  Cookie: Take point.  Vegas: How many?

(1:03:55) Liam: I give that joke five bearclaws out of five!

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Bearclaw Dragée Sweet Rolloat Mosering

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Bearclaw Dragée Sweet Rolloat Mosering

Toffee dessert cake halvah topping. Powder I love oat cake biscuit. Brownie lemon drops I love cheesecake gummi bears lollipop cupcake. I love icing cake brownie cheesecake I love. I love apple pie liquorice liquorice pie wafer. Pudding sweet halvah tiramisu lemon drops.

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Bearclaw Dragée Sweet Rolloat Mosering

Recipe by WealthviewCourse: SaladsCuisine: MexicanDifficulty: Easy

Servings

4

servings

Prep time

30

minutes

Cooking time

40

minutes

Calories

300

kcal

Ingredients

Sweet jelly beans I love I love jelly halvah

Cake ice cream lollipop lollipop chupa

Macaroon bear claw I love

Cheesecake icing pie croissant cotton candy

Directions

Candy canes ice cream chocolate bar donut

Gummies danish cake lollipop I love croissant

Muffin donut I love soufflé

Oat cake bear claw jujubes jelly lemon

Notes

Dragée chocolate dragée dessert wafer cheesecake carrot cake cake. Tiramisu dessert I love. Pie chocolate bar marshmallow brownie apple pie tootsie roll lollipop. Halvah candy chocolate bar dragée jelly-o I love cheesecake.

Gummi bears brownie I love apple pie. Cake ice cream tart croissant sugar plum danish. Tiramisu sweet lemon drops marzipan bonbon fruitcake sweet. Marzipan halvah sugar plum chupa chups.

Toffee tart sugar plum dessert pastry lollipop tart. Cotton candy donut cake pastry muffin oat cake I love chupa chups.

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Topping fruitcake I love. Croissant pastry sweet lollipop sweet sweet roll. I love apple pie caramels lollipop. Pie oat cake muffin cookie jujubes chocolate croissant I love. Soufflé topping cupcake cupcake. Cupcake powder candy cheesecake dessert liquorice.

I love bear claw jelly dessert dragée jelly soufflé. I love jelly beans icing liquorice jelly-o jelly-o. Candy pastry liquorice chocolate cake toffee gummies I love jujubes. Marshmallow macaroon I love. Toffee dessert toffee jelly-o lemon drops toffee gummi bears oat cake. Bonbon sweet roll tiramisu croissant tiramisu jelly beans cotton candy biscuit jujubes.

[kingaofthewoods]

I have several headcanons here... First, Peggy didn't turn him down, not really, she genuinely had plans... The problem is, she was dealing with a guy who was both insecure enough to immediately think that 'another time' means 'hard pass, sorry', and honorable enough to realize that 'no' does not mean 'try harder'. He gathered all his courage, poor guy, and was kindly shot down, so he went away to lick his wounds and move on. That he didn't return her calls later was a bit of insecurity, and then cowardice speaking.

Now, Peggy should have known better, but clearly didn't. Why? As far as we know it, her romantic history included her engagement to an unremarkable chap back in England, where she was clearly following a recognizable romantic pattern, and an unrealized romance with Steve. Now when you think about her relationship with Steve, what comes to mind is the moment after the rescue, when she gets all dolled up in a red dress and goes to the bar to inform him about the equipment Howard has for him to try.... and then immediately leaves. What? Why didn't she stay and dance with him then? Why didn't they begin a relationship then? That was a prime date moment. (It would probably have saved them that contrived kiss with SSR's very own Margeary Tyrell...)

Why didn't she stay? What was the point? Peggy is mostly practical and down to earth, she does not strike me as dramatic. But that was one grand romantic gesture, to dress up to the nines, waltz into the bar just to talk to a guy for a minute, and then not stay to, I dunno, get a kiss? Get a declaration? Get together?? Maybe it was because there was a war going on, bur wouldn't it make more sense to get together earlier to enjoy being together while they could?

My theory here is that Peggy doesn't actually know what to do with romantic relationships. She's beautiful and well dressed, and elegant, but she is kind of in between of 'one of the guys' and a little girl dreaming of a prince. She does great romantic gestures that are kinda awkward, expects the other party to KNOW what to do and do it without actually communicating properly. Just as her waltzing into that bar had been forceful and kinda over the top and awkward, so was the smooch attack she lay on Sousa at the end of S2. She evaded talking to him when he asked for it, just as she didn't specify that she actually had plans and how about they went for that drink tomorrow instead? She expected him, as well as Steve, to somehow KNOW how she felt and behave like a knight in shining armor, sort of fill out the role of the romantic prospect. That's why she was later confused why he didn't return her messages. That's a bit sad for her, really, but explains some things...

Now Violet... Violet I think is the instigator. She was Daniel's physical therapist and he described her as mean at some point. I think she saw this self-effacing cute guy, and bullied him into a relationship. All her scenes forcefully managing him are an indication that this is a woman bulldozing her way into a man's heart. Coming to the Agency with cookies and bullying Peggy into coming with them to their date? Then showing up at his house with the bearclaw? I think Daniel didn't know what hit him. I don't think he protested much, it must have been nice to have a great girl after him like this, and his insecurity reared its ugly head and told him "she's a nurse, she's already seen all the ugly, you really can't get any better than this". So he gave up, decided to actively like her, and get her to marry him before she changed her mind. I think it would have been terrible for him in the end, because while he is self effacing and likes a strong woman, he wants to be part of a team, and not a subject to be micromanaged (and Violet really had issues with boundaries). But I get why he was with her and why he was upset but not really that upset when she dropped him like a hot potato when he didn't turn out to be perfect.

This turned out so long but I have surprisingly a lot to say about all of this. XD

your latest post has such a good point, bc the way dousy was set up we honestly didn't know if they would be canon until 7x09 aired. i still remember our dms spiraling and speculating for weeks before that ep. and we fell for them simply because of the actors chemistry and some small hints laid out by the writers

There was a lot of stuff to discuss and theorize with Dousy. Will they/Won't they? And it helps the writers were reacting real time to Chloe and Enver's chemistry and said they weren't set on making it happen, they were just open to the possibility if it worked. That allowed the actors the chance to grow a natural unforced chemistry since they weren't obligated to be love interests. And then after the characters got together there was a lot to discuss regarding their future relationship and missions, how they would be domestic, etc because even after seeing them get together it's still kinda wild and hard to imagine which makes it fun to speculate, especially with the whole time travel aspect of the relationship.

Meanwhile the writers were clearly puppeteering P*ggysous from the get-go which imo impacted their chemistry. They weren't given the room to develop that natural chemistry because they were set up as love interests from the pilot.

And there was such a lack of flavor between them that the writers had to invent obstacles to the relationship to justify dragging it out for two seasons. For example at the end of season 1 Sousa invited Peggy out to drinks. She turned him down. Why? It's never explained. But she turned him down despite liking him back and spent all of season 2 pining after him as he moved on with another woman... a situation she created, which once again WAS NEVER EXPLAINED. And what's funnier is that Sousa didn't even have some moment where he realized he loved Peggy more than Violet and broke off his engagement for her. No, Violet broke up with him because she believed he loved Peggy. (Which also didn't make much sense because she went from being madly in love to suddenly not invested enough in the relationship to fight for him? It took ONE SCENE for her to roll over and submit to Peggy. She decided Sousa loved Peggy because Peggy was stabbed by rebar and he was concerned about her... I mean??? Ladies my man was upset his coworker almost died, is he cheating on me?) If she hadn't of done that he probably would have married her. It was a convenient way to avoid making Peggy look like a homewrecker or Sousa look unfaithful. It was dumb. It was dumb he was engaged in the first place and it was dumber how it all ended.

Even people who liked Agent Carter agreed the romantic subplot in season 2 was contrived and almost ruined the season for them. The writers had to invent dumb drama to keep P*ggysous "entertaining" where Sousa and Daisy can just have a conversation and be interesting.

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[edmontontouris]

After working my summer away doing cool things. I took a much needed mental and physical break to do more cool things. This time of year I like to visit the west coast but I was there in the spring and honestly, I don’t have the vacation time or money to spend. I took my daughter to Disneyland for her 21st birthday this year. My children can convince me of anything but don’t tell them that. I am putty in their hands and they will always come first. Even now that they are adults, they are the most important thing to me. So, vacation dollars were wasted spent on her. That leaves me with enough spending cash to enjoy a staycation with a few little side trips. Honestly, Edmonton is just as interesting as hundreds of other cities I have visited, the only thing missing for me is the ocean. I still seek out water, it just doesn’t sound the same as my beloved Pacific Ocean.

Day 3 of my staycation took me to Thunder Island Provincial Park. It is about a 100-minute drive northwest of Edmonton. This is another one of those places in Alberta that I had never been to. It amazes me that I have walked on Vimy Ridge, gazed up at the Sistine Chaple, explored the Seven Apostles and the Great Ocean Road, felt the spray of Niagra Falls, kayaked with orcas, hiked a rain forest, looked at a shrunken head and gazed upon the Book of Kells and stood at the top of the Cliffs of Insanity but I have not explored much of my home province. I am not sure what inspired me to explore Alberta Parks, but here we are.

I am having a hard time being alone with myself lately so I invited the hubs and my Chatterbox to join Captain and me on this day-trip north. I packed a lunch that included the hub’s favourite road trip cookie – the Fudgeo. The lunch is the classic hobo lunch my daughter(s) prefer while on a trip. It is an assortment of good cheese, Italian meats, crusty bread, balsamic and olive oil, veggie sticks and fruit. We threw in extra spicy Cheetos for funsies. I tossed in the trusted Bearclaw quilt that goes to all beaches with me and the 25-foot tether for Cap. There was a bear warning at this park – one was in the area so Cap needed to be close by…just in case.

We arrived at about 10:30-ish and headed straight for the day-use area. We had the vast parking lot to ourselves. We jumped out of the car at took in the view. This place was gorgeous. The leaves were beginning to turn and the air was crisp. Fall is definitely here.

We walked along the beach for a bit and I imagine this place will be packed over the weekend.  For now, I was just enjoying the silence. Its something I had not experienced in a while. I thought it was quiet at Pigeon Lake but this was the kind of quiet that made you think you were the only person left on the planet. There were no car or boat sounds. No other human voices. Only the occasional bird. Even the trees were quiet, my daughter quipped, “they must be mad at each other”.

We walked along the shore towards the pier, a small but reminiscent pier of my grandpa’s cabin at Isle Lake near Athabasca. It was solid but small and was yearning for a boat so we could go for a ride or head out to fish.

As usual, my fraidy-cat dog walked on it and scared himself thinking he might get wet. He quickly scampered off so we decided to get on one of the trails to see what we could see.

There was a look-out indicated on the map, so we planned to look for it. But the map wasn’t very useful. Eventually, we figured it out. First, we travelled along the shore.

The water was smooth like glass. We saw beaver evidence and counted the loons on the lake – or ducks. They were so far out of my vision range, I couldn’t tell which they were. We watched a few bees gather pollen from the flowers. Thrive little bees, the world needs you!

As we continued on our exploration, I pointed out asters and goldenrod, rosehips and dogwood, always reminding everyone they wouldn’t get scurvy being shipwrecked with me! Keeping Cap alive will also be important once we are shipwrecked because that boy is a hunter. He flushed out a grouse who flew into the tree to watch us. Cap was having a great time and I think he would have caught the bird had we let him go. With the bird in the tree, Cap was at the base just teasing it and laughing the whole time.

We stood watching each other for a few minutes until the grouse had enough and flew off. Cap pulled Chatterbox into the brush but she slowed him down and we got him back on course.

We backtracked to the trailhead for the lookout which went straight up. You could tell we were out of the prairies and headed into the boreal region. More hills and forest than meadows and fields.

When we reached the top, we discovered the ‘Lookout” was grown over and all you could see was choke cherries and hazelnut bushes.

So much for seeing the lake from up high.

We walked along the road towards the beach to have our Hobo Lunch.

Picnics are the best.

The drive home was quiet, mostly because I slept all the way. I think I am still recovering from my weekend at Pigeon Lake. Thunder Lake Provincial Park is gorgeous and I highly recommend packing up a picnic or your tent and go spend some time exploring this gem.

Edmonton Tourist: Thunder Lake Provincial Park After working my summer away doing cool things. I took a much needed mental and physical break to do more cool things.