#custom VT

[corvidaedream]

me: boy i hope when i go back to work, theyre not mad at me for taking a month off for medical reasons and then taking another day off next week to go see danhausen... im so scared i seem like im not a hard worker lmao...

my manager, immediately: hey welcome back, we moved a bunch of stuff to waist level for you while you're still healing! also we need to talk next time it isnt busy, bc we'd like to promote you to supervisor and discuss a raise. and the guy who you don't get along with got fired. :) how are you feeling

[rasazys-ramblings]

Touya: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

[prismatic-skies]

🖤💙💛🤍THE ANCIENT EGYPT COLLECTION UPDATE🤍💛💙🖤

August 26, 2024

🖤💙💛🤍APEP🤍💛💙🖤

Apep was originally released in 2022

It was a straight bar that weighed 3oz., decorated with a blue and geeen mica powder that I mixed together and decorated with a blue & green glitter mixture that I created, and all bars were decorated with either a blue or a green serpent’s eye.

🖤💙💛🤍NEW DESIGNS COMING 2024 - there will be two🤍💛💙🖤

1lb custom decorated & dyed wax melt loaf

And the RTS design will be revealed soon!

Below you’ll be able to see the custom loaf that will be available on my Etsy shop for October 1, 2024.

🖤💙💛🤍ORIGINAL DESIGN🤍💛💙🖤

You can see the original design in the old TikTok video where it was featured. I also took a screenshot of it.

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/DtSdLQwSePqrGAX1/?

🖤 Prismatic Skies 💙 Vanessa Moylan-Theodore Art 💛 Vanessa Moylan-Theodore 🤍

[poltertoast]

I'm making a selkie doll and trying to gather feedback on hair/ clothes/ coat placement

The coatless versions are just what's under the coat. D doesn't have a coat version because the jacket is replacing the seal coat

[karlisejewelers]

Custom Jewelry Burlington VT

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[lonepower]

do you trust her?

□ yes!

□ definitely!

□ absolutely!

[noisycowboyglitter]

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[solorally]

Dominio y victoria en el retorno de Pepe López y Borja Rozada al SCER en el RallyRACC.

Pepe López y Borja Rozada han logrado una victoria impresionante en la 58º edición del RallyRACC Catalunya – Costa Daurada, en su primera participación en el S-CER (Supercampeonato de España de Rallyes) bajo el equipo Terra Training Motorsport, al volante del Hyundai i20 N Rally2. Click para ampliar Los campeones del 2022 demostraron su destreza al liderar la competición desde la primera…

[youmakemelikecharity]

Living Room Formal in Burlington Large contemporary formal living room with gray walls, an open concept stone fireplace, a standard fireplace, and a medium tone wood floor. Wall-mounted television.

[the-heart-of-leo]

Some of Shawn Spencer's old jobs

Apparently the USA website had a game concerning Shawn's resume. Here's the list that game revealed (Gotten here but thought I'd repost on Tumblr)

Obviously, the timeline has gotten a bit screwy in places (The first job is a bit sus: San Pedro is 3 hours from SB, bit far since should have still been in high school) as the show went on but we're missing half of his jobs so...

Lifeguard, San Pedro, CA (1994-1995)

Desk Clerk at Hampton Inn, Austin, TX (1995-1996)

Construction of Mardi Gras Parade Floats, Algiers, LA (1997-1998)

Water Ski Instructor, Silverton, CO (1998-1999)

Constituent Relations, El Paso, TX (1999)

Concession Vendor at Turner Field, Atlanta, GA (July 9-12, 2000)

Mystery Shopper, Santa Barbara (2000-2001)

Concessions Vendor at Safeco Field, Seattle, WA (July 8-12, 2001)

Driver, Oscar Mayer Wiener Mobile, Madison, WI (2001-2002)

Concession Vendor at Miller Park, Milwaukee, AI (July 8-11, 2002)

Tour Guide at Graceland, Memphis, TN (2002)

Christmas Light Hanger, Santa Barbara, CA (2002)

Event Planner, Santa Barbara, CA (2003)

Concessions Vendor at Cellular Field, Chicago, IL (July 12-16, 2003)

Raft Guide, San Jose, Costa Rica (2003-2004)

Concessions Vendor at Minute Maid Park, Houston, TX (July 11-16, 2004)

Customer Service for Ben and Jerry's, Burlington, VT (2004)

Foot and Ankle model, Seattle, WA (2005)

Concessions Vendor at Comerica Park, Detroit, MI (July 10-15, 2005)

English Teacher, Kho Samui Thailand (2005)

Assistant Chair for Yacht Racing, Newport Beach, CA (2006)

Psych (2006)

We're not told when he worked in a candy store or at an acupuncture clinic or when he went to Argentina

[survivetoread]

I'm a big fan of extensive reading apps for language learning, and even collaborated on such an app some 10 years ago. It eventually had to be shut down, sadly enough.

Right now, the biggest one in the market is the paywalled LingQ, which is pretty good, but well, requires money.

There's also the OG programs, LWT (Learning With Texts) and FLTR (Foreign Language Text Reader), which are so cumbersome to set up and use that I'm not going to bother with them.

I presently use Vocab Tracker as my daily driver, but I took a spin around GitHub to see what fresh new stuff is being developed. Here's an overview of what I found, as well as VT itself.

(There were a few more, like Aprelendo and TextLingo, which did not have end-user-friendly installations, so I'm not counting them).

Vocab Tracker

++ Available on web ++ 1-5 word-marking hotkeys and instant meanings makes using it a breeze ++ Supports websites

-- Default meaning/translation is not always reliable -- No custom languages -- Ugliest interface by far -- Does not always recognise user-selected phrases -- Virtually unusable on mobile -- Most likely no longer maintained/developed

Lute

++ Supports virtually all languages (custom language support), including Hindi and Sanskrit ++ Per-language, customisable dictionary settings ++ Excellent, customisable hotkey support

-- No instant meaning look-up makes it cumbersome to use, as you have to load an external dictionary for each word -- Docker installation

LinguaCafe

++ Instant meanings thanks to pre-loaded dictionaries ++ Supports ebooks, YouTube, subtitles, and websites ++ Customisable fonts ++ Best interface of the bunch

== Has 7 word learning levels, which may be too many for some

-- Hotkeys are not customisable (yet) and existing ones are a bit cumbersome (0 for known, for eg.) -- No online dictionary look-up other than DeepL, which requires an API key (not an intuitive process) -- No custom languages -- Supports a maximum of 15,000 characters per "chapter", making organising longer texts cumbersome -- Docker installation

Dzelda

++ Supports pdf and epub ++ Available on web

-- Requires confirming meaning for each word to mark that word, making it less efficient to read through -- No custom languages, supports only some Latin-script languages -- No user-customisable dictionaries (has a Google Form to suggest more dictionaries)

[yanban-san]

Oh, the boys would have such a reaction to seeing their darling without their tokens! The depot agents would definitely catch darling on the way into work and try to keep them and the bosses apart, but it's only a matter of time. And of course, all this hullabaloo over the feather and scale would only spur darling's new concerns further

Lord help those cultists if the twins ever find out who planted these ideas in the first place. Not even Arceus could save them

Putting it under a cut because long, also I did no proof reading T vT [Tags: Reader x Submas, SFW]

Oh, Certainly.

You can go back to Gear Station, setting aside the lovely scale Ingo gifted you- And the feather Emmet (unwittingly) bestowed upon you- And don your work uniform, heading into the station-

If something was trying to mark you- To bless you? To do- Something-

Well, you weren't going to let it. And you certainly weren't going to let whatever this "mystery" of the Subway was manipulate your coworkers or your bosses into… doing… things… for it? Your thoughts were racing through your head. There wasn't much for you to go on- And you certainly did not want to talk to that weird "psychic group" that hung around outside Gear Station any longer-

"You've been marked, young one."

Your heart sank every time you recalled those words. A cold chill running down your spine. You wanted to deny it as mad ramblings of mad people- But-

You had… good luck. You had very strange good luck. You had impossibly good luck. Certain people acted strangely around you- And to what end? Always your benefit- And- What of everything else that had happened? You, losing your job, suddenly finding yourself working for a train company- It wasn't something you had ever seen yourself doing, and certainly not long term, right? And yet- Here you were. Everything seemed to have lead you to Gear Station.

As though they were being manipulated by something- And you wanted nothing to do with any potential ghosts- Monsters- Pokemon? Whatever it was- Whatever the "mystery" was-

Nothing. You wanted nothing to do with it.

"Miss! You're a little late today," Jackie noted as you came into one of the back offices. "Anything bothering you today?"

Oh, sweet Jackie. He was always so polite- Everyone was.

Everyone was.

Oh dear.

"I'm doing okay," You lied. "I uh- Actually, you know what? Jackie, I have a question."

Your supervisor tilted his head. "Oh? What's up?"

"I- Have you- " What were you supposed to ask? Hey, are you being manipulated by some kind of something-or-other to be excessively nice to me? Is a demon controlling you? Have you seen any monstrous, non-pokemon entities prowling the subway that demanded you treat me perfectly?

Jackie adjusted his hat. "You can always ask me anything at all, Miss. I'm here for you and the all the rest of the Depot Agents, you know." One of his pokemon approached him- A Lilligant. He pet her head,

"Well, it's a little strange," You started off. "I don't suppose you've… run into those psychics that hang around Nimbasa City, have you? The ones who're usually around Gear Station?"

Jackie's face fell, a look of annoyance as his mouth scrunched up. "I've seen them, yea. A lot of them have been flat out banned from Gear Station, though. They've harassed employees, they've harassed the bosses, they've harassed customers- " He cut himself off, turning his attention back to you. "Why? Have they been bothering you?"

"Oh no, it's not that- I mean, I did get stopped by someone yesterday when I was walking, but- Well- What do you think about- What it is they say? About the er- Mystery-thing- in the subway?"

Jackie shrugged, sighing. "Oh, it's probably a load of nonsense- And besides, if there is anything in the tunnels, it's probably just a pokemon- Nothing you need to worry about, of course."

"What if it's not a pokemon, though?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I think- I think there might really be something- Down in the tunnels."

Oh fucking hell, Jackie thought. "A-And why would that be?"

"D'you know that scale Ingo found? The one he gave to me?"

Yes, yes I know it very well. "A little bit, why?" And come to think of it, why were you not wearing it-

"…I think it might be from our resident 'mystery'."

"Oh! Perhaps? I thought it was just a scale from an oddly-colored Haxorus." Jackie's hand pat aggressively on his Lilligant's head. "Come to think of it, isn't it usually in your pocket? You didn't lose it, did you?"

You shook your head. "Nope, I just… I think it might be better to leave it at home for a little bit, you know? It was stretching out my uniform's pocket, too."

Oh dear. "Gear Station isn't so particular about their uniforms, Miss. If it did get stretched, you get new uniforms every six months anyway, so…"

And come to think of it, the feather was missing from your cap. Jackie's blood ran cold. How was he to bring that up, too-

"…So, you think the scale came from… Something in the tunnels?"

You nodded. "…I think the feather I put in my cap may've also come from… It, too." Oh, well that answered that question.

Jackie sighed. "Well, if there is anything down there, I'm sure we'll find it- But in all my- Time working here, I've never seen anything out of the ordinary down there…"

"D'you think Ingo and Emmet would have any insight?"

"Into this? I doubt-"

"Insight into what?"

You don't know how you missed the clicking of Emmet's heels- Was he intentionally being quiet-? It took one turn of your head to notice your brilliantly white-coated boss hovering over your shoulder. Smiling brighter than the sun shone- and- Ominously.

"Oh- Emmet, Sir! Good morning-" You nearly jumped, but held yourself together- Your fright coming out as excitement.

"Good morning." He answered. His eyes scanned over you. "Something's different." His hand went to his mouth, and he answered his own question before you could even open your mouth. "Ah. The feather. Did you lose it? I hope not. It was verrry cute on your cap."

"Oh, I just- Left it at home today," You explained quickly. Why? Emmet didn't need to know-

"Aw. …Hmm. You're also missing that thing you kept in your pocket."

"The scale Ingo gave me?"

"That was it."

Emmet's posture changed. Why, he wanted to ask. He did not like this change. Maybe you only forgot them. That must've been it. That had to be it.

"Yeah… I thought it was… uh, unprofessional to hold onto trinkets while I work-"

Liar. Emmet thought. Why would you lie to him? You didn't lie about leaving them at home- But you were certainly lying now.

"But uh, the other thing-"

Oh?

"Emmet, Sir… Has there ever been… any… rumors… of- Strange… Pokemon, living in the subway tunnels?"

You looked up at your inscrutable boss cautiously. Emmet's eyes rolled as he thought about it for a moment- "Hmm. Someone's been reading some haunting stories, haven't they?" He smirked, eyes squinting. "There are a lot of people who like to use the subway tunnels as a backdrop for their scary stories. There's no odd pokemon down there. Just looots of verry cute joltiks!"

He patted your cap. "So don't put too much stock in those stories you hear, okay?"

"It- It wasn't a story, Sir-"

"I do miss that pretty feather in your cap though- You should put it back in."

Wait a moment. You felt your breath hitch.

"The feather?"

"Mmhmm! It is a verry pretty feather, you know?" Emmet's eyes narrowed. "I thought you liked it quite a bit too."

"Oh, I do-" And you paused.

Was Emmet- No, certainly he couldn't be-

Being… Controlled, could he? By whatever thing stalked you-

You considered your boss for a moment.

Emmet smiled. "So you'll put it back? Wonderful! It is verrry charming, is it not?"

"Huh?"

"The feather."

You recalled it.

"…I suppose." Was Emmet being controlled by the- By the thing that plagued you? "There was something I always… found off about it, though."

And in the silence that followed, you could have heard your blood running through your veins.

"…What's wrong with it?"

The tone of Emmet's voice sent a shiver down your spine- The color drained from Jackie's face- And yet you wouldn't have noticed the latter, deciding to try and find out for yourself-

Was Emmet being manipulated? And your current feelings turned to- Well, yes, it certainly did seem that way.

"It just… feels off, you know? Like yes, it's wonderfully soft and shimmery, but… I can't help but feel like… it's not a real feather, or something. Like it's…" What to say- Something- Something to tell the thing that followed you that you wanted nothing to do with it?

"…fake?"

The Subway Boss stared at you, cocking his head curiously. You felt nervous- Where had Jackie gone, you wondered? Your supervisor was suddenly absent from the office-

"I see. Well, I must get going."

Emmet's smile never left his face. But his heart and mind burned. You watched him turn tail and pace away, always so perfectly postured. Well, no use waiting around here, you thought, and off you went to

Emmet burned. Not with anger, no, certainly not, but something indescribable. An emotion, certainly, that was driving him madder and madder by the second, the more he thought about it. Fake? His feathers? Fake? Himself? And not only that, but you had the audacity to believe silly little rumors or stupid stories over his own words?

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Almost like a self-soothing mantra. You must be lying, surely, little mortal.

You wouldn't hurt them like this.

You're destined to love them. To be with them forever- To be theirs, forever-

Emmet would have to have a chat with his brother about this.

But the other Subway Boss was already finding you as well.

To Ingo, it was odd- You had clocked in, but-

He couldn't feel the warmth of your heart against that lonesome little scale he gave you. Surely you hadn't lost it? No matter- He could always happen upon another, saying it was from a hydreigon or similar-

"Ah, there you are, Miss."

He watched as you darted out of another hallway- Laden with blueprints and answering something on your walkie-talkie.

Ingo was not one to demand attention. He was reserved- Refined. He studied human mannerisms and etiquette- Such things were meaningless drivel, easily learned and retained- Service workers kept their arms behind their backs, or at their sides, their backs straight, feet oh-so-far apart-and-not-a-millimetre-more- Head perfectly held up but not too high- Shoulders back, and a bow to ladies as he held the door for them- Refined movements with not a step too widely taken. There were a million more rules, and subtle cues he had learned- And he would've learned a million more if he had to. Nonsense, all of it- The pompous drivel that humans inflicted on themselves, though, mannerisms and etiquette were something he and his brother were subjected to in any dealings with mortals or other things, no matter the age or era. And while Emmet was certainly the more impatient of the two-

Ingo was reserved. Nobori knew that, come what may, his desires would be his- He was never an impatient being, because, no matter what, all things came to an end, eventually. All things. No matter how many thousands of eons he must wait. And so, he knew, you would eventually end up in his arms.

And yet, for all his refinement- For all his patience-

Your mere presence tested every part of his perfectly crafted facade. If you confessed your undying affection to him at any moment, it would not be soon enough- Oh, to finally hold you in his arms- Oh, to finally revel in your embrace-

Oh, to finally receive your love and adoration, your affection, openly and freely- To be free himself to be as jealous and possessive as he desired- There was a reason he wished to cloak you in shadows, and keep you away from prying eyes- There were no eyes fit to behold you to him- No light fair enough to catch your countenance (Except, perhaps, Kudari's)- No gift too great to give you- If only, if only, you would turn your eyes up to him in love.

And you did love them, even if you didn't know it yet. Ingo was certain. You were wrapped around his fingers, and trapped within his net. He loved you dearly- And elder demons who dwell beyond time and space, moving with the ebb and flow of ancient forces so vast and unknowable and ancient and imperceptible were not used to feeling such a base emotion as love-

And it had consumed him, entirely. At first, he would've been content to steal you away- He would've been content to force your love from your heart, binding you to him until you couldn't tell where the shadows began and you ended-

But not now.

Love was a bit like a drug- A drug that didn't seem to wear off. And oh, how he became enslaved to his adoration of you- No, merely kidnapping you- That was the sort of thing a beast would do. And Nobori was far cleverer than a mere human.

No no, you would be his. You would seek him out on your own, and soon you wouldn't wish to leave him-

After all, he had watched you for so long from your shadows. You sighed and complained of your boss and your work at your old job- No more. No matter where you applied or wanted to go, the brothers knew you would be happiest by their side- Not working among strangers who would treat you like common filth, so your resumes were tattered and torn apart in shadows- Or a recruiter conveniently forgot to call you. And no matter what work you wanted-

Gear Station had need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of you.

And everything seemed to be going so well- From the first nervous moment you stepped into their office for an interview, to how well you took to the training, the joy on your face from working among them- Of course you were happy. You would be nothing less among them.

So when you drew the precious scale of his out of your pocket, and placed it on some counter last night- He was not worried. You usually did that. But when he failed to feel your hand come morning, or the tender beat of your heart and the rise of your lungs as he had grown so fond of-

The elder deity was unnerved. He hadn't realized how much he had found himself yearning for the feeling- And without it, it left a hollow, ill feeling in him. He thought seeing you would fix it- But looking at your nervous face, the way you clung to yourself like a frightened minccino-

"Whatever is the matter, Agent-?" Ingo asked-

Leering down at you, a cruel look in his dark eyes- Or at least, that's how it looked to you.

"Ah, Ingo, Sir…" You trailed off. You hadn't wanted to run into him. "Nothing much, I'm… supposed to do a tunnel inspection? So, I'll get goin-"

"No no, I meant- You look rather worried. Is something bothering you? You can always come to me or Emmet if you have any concerns, you know-"

You shook your head. "No no, nothing like that- I er, uh, I'm just- I guess I'm feeling a little off today,"

*How were you to explain-

"…Your cap seems… Ah- Did you leave that feather at home today?" Ingo broached. He had noticed the lack of scale in your pocket, as well. But the scale was far more hidden in your uniform than the feather- And it was some mortal manner to not stare at someone's chest and inspect their breast pockets for any objects they may or may not contain, was it not?

Oh please no, not Ingo too- You thought, feeling more and more desperate. Why? What was the significance of that stupid feather and scale? Why? They might come from the thing- But why?

"Er, yes, I left them at home, I don't- I don't think it's good for me to wear the- it, to work, you know?"

"I saw no issue with it, and I'm certain Emmet didn't eith-"

"I saw issue with it."

And once again, silence. Ingo looked down at you, silver eyes unnaturally bright against the harsh shadows cast from the brim of his hat-

It made him look mad. Deranged.

And with trepid movement, you took a small step backwards. Perhaps it was paranoia, perhaps it was fear- Perhaps you were imagining things, yes, that had to be it-

"…There was an issue? With it?"

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my work. I… I was a little late this morning."

And you brushed past him without another word, leaving him dumbfounded. A chill swept through the hallway, and Ingo watched your figure vanish down another turn towards the subway tunnels.

…Had you just rejected his gift to you? His lovely brother's gift to you? What issue was there with their scale and feather? Did that mean you took issue with them?

The elder God was certain he-they- had you ensnared. Under his claws, his gaze, wrapped in his shadows- You were bound to be his mate, bound to be his, entirely, entirely his-

"Brother."

Ingo turned his eyes- Emmet. Who had been watching you as well, vanish behind the tunnel door. And peaking out behind him, was Depot Agent Jackie.

"I'-I'm certain it's nothing big, Emmet, Sir! And Ingo, Sir, er- Don't worry, if you- If you leave this to us Agents, I'm certain we can figure out what changed their mind-"

"You better." Emmet snapped, not taking his eyes off where you turned. Jackie saluted, and without another word, ran away to carry out his bosses' orders. Emmet bit his lip.

"Brother, she said there was something wrong with my feather."

Ingo's brow furrowed. "Wrong? Whatever could they mean?"

"I don't know."

"And- My scale- She took that off, too."

"Yes, she did that too."

"And your feather!"

"Yes. And my feather."

Ingo grabbed at his sleeves. This didn't… make any sense. You had said you loved his scale- You fawned over and adored the feather you'd found-

So why. What had changed? Why did you now shy away, why were you so uncomfortable around them? Why did you dislike their gifts now-? Ingo scratched at his back. An unusual cold spot had manifested- A feeling he wasn't aware he could feel- Where his scale had used to be.

Emmet threw back his head, hair ruffling up like feathers- "If darling refuses us…" And began walking towards the door you disappeared down-

"They won't," Ingo reassured.

"They will not. One way or another."

Ingo glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye, following him. "…Do you have anything in mind to remedy this situation, brother?"

Emmet pondered a moment. "Would Miss Elesa be able to get it out of them, the reason, you think?"

"I don't know. They seem… Suspicious, don't they?"

"Nonsense! Elesa can figure it out."

And Elesa would have her day quite rudely interrupted by an incessant call from her X-Transceiver- Unendingly ringing, until she threw it off in annoyance- Probably something to do with those two, she thought. The last thing she needed- More headaches, more pestering- And she'd probably have to pester you, too. Perhaps if she ignored it, she wouldn't have to deal with it, she hoped.

Until Emmet breaks into her gym, doe-eyed and asking so sweetly for her help once more. Certainly, you trust Elesa, right? You won't find her suspicious.

[mariacallous]

WASHINGTON ― It’s hard to convey the scope of pain that will hit Americans nationwide if Republicans’ so-called “Big Beautiful Bill” becomes law.

The nearly 900-page bill that passed in the Senate on Tuesday makes such devastating cuts to federal programs that Republican leaders had to keep scrambling to patch it together with last-minute Bandaids ― an extra $10 billion here, a statewide waiver there ― to keep the bare minimum of their members on board with its passage. The bill now heads to the House, where Republicans will fight over Senate provisions they don’t like.

At its heart, the GOP legislation kicks nearly 12 million people off of their health insurance by cutting more than $1 trillion �� with a T ― from Medicaid. Republicans are counting on people losing their health coverage in order to help pay for a $975 billion tax break for the wealthiest 1% in the country.

But the bill will do lots of other cruel things, too.

It will cut food assistance for low-income people and children by $285 billion.

It will make it harder for people to qualify for and afford federal student loans.

It will give tens of billions of dollars to Immigration and Customs Enforcement to help detain American children with their undocumented parents.

It will force rural hospitals to drastically scale back services or close.

It will put nursing homes at high risk of closure.

And it will eliminate tax credits for wind and solar energy, effective immediately.

This is just a sampling of the drastic cuts in the GOP bill, which still adds $3.9 trillion in new debt ― a reality that flies in the face of Republicans’ professed commitment to fiscal responsibility. The bill is wildly unpopular, and it’s not a coincidence that its devastating cuts to Medicaid won’t take effect until late 2026, after the mid-term elections. That is by design, as Republicans hope to be reelected before the cuts hit and that people will forget they were the ones set those cuts in motion a year and a half earlier.

It’s easy to read all of this as a bunch of big numbers that don’t mean anything, and not as very real policy changes that are on track to become federal law in the coming days. Millions of people in red and blue states will be hurt by this, and if it’s not directly, they’ll hear about it hurting people they love or people in their community.

Between slashing money for health care, education, clean energy and even food for poor families while spending billions of dollars in taxpayer money to help immigration enforcement agents detain American children, President Donald Trump’s signature domestic policy bill is best understood as an assault on American life.

Republicans, who have been bending over backwards to deliver this bill to Trump by his arbitrary deadline of July 4, know this. But virtually all of them are staying silent about its effects to avoid the president’s ire and his threats of running candidates against them in the next election. In the case of Sen. Lisa Murkowski (R-Alaska), whose vote was crucial for passing the bill the Senate, she just negotiated special exemptions to spare her state.

Over the weekend, right after announcing he won’t seek reelection, a newly liberated Sen. Thom Tillis (R-N.C.) broke from his party and trashed the bill. He warned that Trump is “betraying” his own voters by claiming people won’t lose their health coverage.

“I’m telling the president that you have been misinformed,” Tillis said on the Senate floor. “You supporting the Senate mark will hurt people who are eligible and qualified for Medicaid.”

Here are some of the very real things that are going to start happening all over the country if Republicans pass this bill, which Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.) described Sunday as “the most dangerous piece of legislation in the modern history of our country.”

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VT JOSH HEADCANON ARE YKU READY HERE IT COMES WOAAHHH

i feel like??? for some reason???? Josh is some sort of parcel delivery person?????? "isnt that a mailman/mail carrier" NO BUT THEY DO THAT TOO SO I UNDERSTAND WHY YOUD THINK THAT

I mean like xD there are people who will like take jobs and deliver shit for you. i know thats a thing. i guess i could use kiki's delivery service as my best example bc most people know that movie. but ik its a real thing 😭 just like packages and stuff and not really mail??????

idk i dont know a lot about it. but its so weird bc this headcanon willed itself into existence bc i was just thinking about Josh one day and she's delivering packages and it felt so right i didnt question it until it clicked later and was like "thats not a thing in a video is when did this happen"

but ljke come ooooon doesnt it make sense????? or at least... ot does with my version of josh since i used source ofc as a vague guide- bc she goes from being a pumpkin farmer on an isolated floating island(s) and then follows P.I.E. home somehow. she had to get a job eventually. maybe after she broke up with dummy (????? listen thats what the wiki said sorry if im wrong 😭😭😭😭) she had to support herself bc maybe she was dummy's sugarbabY SLASH JAY thats so cursed but also funny but idfk 😭😭

PUT HER ON A LITTLE MOTORCYCLE OR MOPAD AND SHES DOING CRAZY SHIT MOTORCYCLE PARKOIR IDK BIT SHES DRIVING ON ROOFS WITH THAT THING and i feel like the Acachallas are some of her main customers

this and also hc that she's a pie member yes pls thank you

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COVENTRY, Vt. (AP) — A U.S. Border Patrol agent was fatally shot Monday on a highway in northern Vermont south of the Canadian border, authorities said.

The death was confirmed by the FBI and Benjamine Huffman, acting secretary of the Department of Homeland Security in Washington.

In a statement, the FBI said that in addition to the agent, a suspect in the shooting was killed and a second suspect was injured and taken into custody during the encounter on Interstate 91 in Coventry, about 20 miles (32 km) from the Canadian border.

The FBI said there was no ongoing threat to the public.

Huffman said the death occurred “in the line of duty.” The identity of the agent, who was assigned to the U.S. Border Patrol’s Swanton Sector, was not immediately released. The sector encompasses Vermont and parts of New York and New Hampshire.

Federal authorities did not provide additional details but said they would be released as they became available.

A portion of Interstate 91 was closed in both directions for about two hours afterward. The northbound lane reopened just after 5 p.m. Besides federal authorities, the Vermont State Police was also investigating. The FBI responded from the Albany, New York, office.

Huffman said the death would be “swiftly investigated.”

“Every single day, our Border Patrol agents put themselves in harm’s way so that Americans and our homeland are safe and secure,” Huffman said in a statement.

Coventry is close to the U.S. Customs and Border Protection's Newport Station, part of the Swanton Sector. The area includes 295 miles (475 kilometers) of international boundary with Canada.

In a joint statement, Vermont's Sen. Bernie Sanders, Sen. Peter Welch and Rep. Becca Balint sent condolences to the agent's family and said Border Patrol agents “deserve our full support in terms of staffing, pay and working conditions.”

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Just finished my first game, Incompetence inc. a point n' click where you work at a private customs office where your job is to not allow illegal merchandise to get in your country. Your objective is to make it through the work week in one piece. I've also got a lot more stuff in the works so feel free to give any criticism you want as im more than willing to improve. also feel free to follow for updates on future projects