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[respect-the-locals]

🐠 Daily Fish Fact: 🐠

Finding Nemo Series #7

The Four-Stripe Damselfish is commonly found in Indo-Australian Archipelago and western Caroline Islands including Indonesia, Philippines, New Guinea, and the northern Great Barrier Reef of Australia. They can be territorial and aggressive, especially as they get older. They are also omnivores, eating anything ranging from algae to small fish or shrimp.

[canadian-pug-cartel]

More oceans 11 as memes because im addicted to these fuckers

[duckgens]

someone made a post about musicals that take place in high school crossing over and so i spent literal months bringing it to life (but only with rtc, npmd and carrie cuz theyre the only ones i know)

[phaseofourlife]

— Deb Caletti, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart

[selfdiscoverymedia]

C23-27. The Creative Ma & Son Team, Deb & Ocean

Choose Positive Living with Sara Troy and her guests Deb Drummond and her son Ocean Drummond-Baker, on air from June 13th It is fascinating to witness the creative spirit running through generations, as seen in Deb Drummond and her son, Ocean. With a visionary parent like Deb, it comes as no surprise that creativity flows abundantly within her family, manifesting in different forms. Deb’s…

[stylestarkey]

the debutante’s dilemma (02)

𐙚 a rafe cameron social media and irl au

pairing   rafe cameron X carrera!reader

summary   spending every summer in the outer banks with your cousin kiara carrera were always a given—a break from the chaos of new york city. but this year is different. your mom, now an organiser for the annual debutante ball, is determined to introduce you to society. and you have a dilemma: finding the perfect escort.

warnings   swearing.

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the sun beats down on your shoulders as kie spreads sunscreen over your back, her fingers cool against your sun-warmed skin. the beach is alive with the sound of crashing waves and distant laughter, but all you can focus on is the disbelief in her voice.

“she signed you up for the deb ball?” she asks, eyebrows raised.

you sigh, adjusting your sunglasses. “you make it sound like i’m getting drafted.”

“well… you kinda are.” she smirks, capping the sunscreen bottle with a loud snap.

you roll onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow. “we don’t have those in new york.”

kie raises an eyebrow. “seriously? i figured they’d be everywhere.”

you shake your head. “nope. i had to look it up on tiktok—apparently, it’s like prom, but more… bridgerton.”

kie lets out a short laugh. “yeah… except it’s nothing like prom.” she pauses for a moment, then shakes her head again. “actually, no. it’s not just like prom.”

you frown. “okay… then what is it?”

kie leans back on her hands, staring out at the ocean like she’s bracing herself. “it’s like… introducing brand new hot virgins to high society,” she says, completely serious.

you nearly choke on your own spit. “what?”

she shrugs. “obviously, no one actually calls it that. they say it’s for charity, but let’s be real—it’s just an excuse for parents to show off whose daughter looks the most elegant in an overpriced dress. and more importantly, which debutante lands the most impressive escort.”

you blink at her, still trying to process. “you lost me.”

kie groans, flopping onto her back. “to sum it up, you need a hot guy with good status to escort you. preferably someone rich.”

you stare at the sky, feeling your stomach sink. “cool. only problem is, i don’t know anyone here.”

“yeah… that’s where it gets tricky.” she tilts her head toward you. “but you’re hot and cool, so it shouldn’t be too hard. plus, aunt jo is the organiser this year—she might be able to hook you up.”

you groan, covering your face with your hands. “and what exactly do i get out of this?”

kie huffs a laugh. “nothing. except maybe some kook drama. but your mom? oh, she’ll be thrilled. this’ll make her mom of the year—until the next deb ball, at least.”

you exhale sharply, already regretting everything. “classic jo.” after a beat, you sit up, narrowing your eyes at her. “wait… are you doing it?”

she snorts. “girl, do i look like the type? even my parents know i’d just embarrass myself. but don’t worry, i’ll be there… in the audience.”

you clasp your hands together, giving her your best pleading look. “please, kie.”

she barely glances at you. “nope. and besides, i can’t dance.”

your stomach drops. “…there’s a dance?”

kie stares at you like she’s just now realizing how unprepared you are. then she shakes her head, laughing under her breath.

“oh my gosh.”

you’ve been to the country club before—at least once every summer, dragged along for lunch with your mom, kie, and her parents. the visits were always the same: sitting through long conversations about golf and real estate, pretending to care about whatever expensive renovations the kooks were raving about. you never really belonged in places like this, but it was tolerable with kie by your side, the two of you sneaking glances and stifling laughter whenever someone said something ridiculous.

but today is different.

today, you’re here alone.

it’s only your first day back in the outer banks, and somehow, you’ve already found yourself stepping through the grand double doors of the country club, the cool blast of air conditioning hitting your skin. the scent of lemon polish and overpriced steak lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet clinking of glasses from the bar.

your mom is somewhere inside, already deep in conversation with a group of women who all look like they stepped out of a southern living magazine. you know if you join them, you’ll be stuck listening to gossip about charity events and vacation homes, so you slip away, weaving through the club’s pristine halls until you step outside.

the golf course stretches out before you, endless green against the bright summer sky. it’s quiet, peaceful—until a voice breaks through the stillness.

“are you gonna play, or just stand there trying to get the perfect instagram photo?”

you turn, eyes landing on two blonde-haired boys standing a few feet away. they look almost identical, but one is undeniably cuter.

great. just what you needed.

you straighten, tightening your grip on the club. “excuse me?”

the taller one steps forward like he owns the place, which—considering where you are—he probably does. “i’m rafe.”

he holds out a hand, but you hesitate. you’re not usually unfriendly, but something about him—the ease, the confidence, the way he’s watching you like he already knows exactly what you’ll do next—makes you wary. still, you don’t look away.

“o… kay?” you say, making no move to take his hand.

he exhales a short laugh before slipping both hands into his pockets, like your reaction doesn’t faze him. “rafe cameron.” he says it like it should mean something to you.

you blink at him, unimpressed. “i didn’t ask.”

behind him, his friend lets out a low whistle, grinning. “ooh.”

rafe barely glances at him before turning his attention back to you. “shut up, top.” then, with a slight tilt of his head, “do you seriously not know who i am?”

you raise an eyebrow. “should i?”

something shifts in his expression, just for a second. you can tell he’s used to being recognised, to people knowing his name before he even introduces himself.

“well—yeah.” he gestures vaguely, like that alone explains everything. “i’ve never seen you around here.”

“maybe because i’m not from here.”

his lips part like he has something to say, but before he can, your phone dings. you glance down.

you suppress a sigh, slipping the phone into your pocket. “i have to go. um… nice meeting you, rafe cameron.”

without waiting for a response, you turn on your heel and start walking back toward the club. behind you, you hear top laugh.

“dude, you should’ve asked for her name.”

their voices fade as you put more distance between you, but just before you’re out of earshot, you hear rafe mutter, “what do you think i was trying to do, dimwit?”

you don’t turn around. but for some reason, you smile.

the meeting room is everything you expected—ornate, excessive, and way too polished. the chandeliers overhead sparkle like they’ve been scrubbed with diamonds, their light bouncing off the pristine white walls. gold-trimmed chairs surround a long mahogany table, where neatly folded pamphlets and glasses of lemon-infused water sit untouched. the faint scent of roses lingers in the air, probably from the massive bouquet sitting in the center of the room.

your mom is already at the front, deep in conversation with another woman—tall, blonde, and dressed in an expensive-looking cream blazer.

six girls are already seated, their chatter a soft hum of familiar voices. they all look like they belong here—perfectly styled hair, effortless confidence, the kind of polished ease that comes from growing up in the country club scene.

you scan the room before slipping into an empty chair beside a blonde girl, who turns to you with a small, friendly smile.

before either of you can speak, the woman at the front clears her throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

“ladies, thank you all for being here,” she begins, her voice smooth and rehearsed. “it’s an honor to serve as this year’s debutante ball head organiser.”

the girl beside you leans in, dropping her voice to a whisper. “she wasn’t ‘chosen.’ she paid her way in.”

you bite back a laugh, glancing at her. she grins.

“i’m sarah, by the way.”

you shift slightly toward her. “y/n. nice to meet you.”

at the front of the room, the blonde woman continues, clearly loving the sound of her own voice. “before i forget, i’m rose cameron—”

your mind stutters over the last name. cameron?

“—and beside me is joanna carrera, who will be assisting me with this year’s event.”

your mom offers a polite smile, standing perfectly poised next to her.

rose gestures to the pamphlets in front of you. “everything you need to know is inside, but to summarise—dance rehearsals will take place every tuesday and friday in the performing arts room. if you’ve already found an escort, please inform us as soon as possible. if not, one will be assigned to you.”

you feel yourself tense at that. assigned? like a school project partner you didn’t get to pick?

rose clasps her hands together, smiling. “over the next five weeks, i expect all of you to prepare accordingly. this will be a night to remember, and i have no doubt it will be our best year yet. now, please, help yourselves to the refreshments.”

the moment she finishes, sarah leans in again. “she said a whole lot of nothing.”

you snort softly. “seriously.”

her lips curve into a smirk. “i like you already, y/n. i’ve never seen you around here—you don’t go to kildare academy?”

you shake your head. “nope. just finished my first year of university. i’m from new york, but i’m here for the summer visiting family. my mom signed me up.”

“same! my stepmom signed me up too. it’s annoying, but at least i get to wear a fancy little white dress, you know?”

you nod, feeling oddly relieved to find someone else who isn’t entirely thrilled about this. “speaking of, have you done your dress fittings yet?”

“yeah, i have an appointment tuesday morning. want to come with me?”

“sure,” you say, thankful to have an excuse to avoid dealing with it alone. then, hesitantly, “do you have an escort yet?” please say no so i can feel less stressed.

“yeah, i’m bringing my boyfriend.”

fuck.

you force a smile. “nice. i think i’m gonna ask joanna for help.”

sarah glances around the room. “i know all of them. we’re all seniors this year—except ruthie, she’s my boyfriend’s twin, same age as you. then there’s jasmine, ashley, paige, deena and kath. most of them already have escorts. i mean, they all just pass around the same guys in their friend group.”

before the meeting ends, you and sarah exchange numbers, and for the first time, you feel a little less alone in all of this.

—

the car ride home is quiet at first, the sun starting to set, casting a soft orange glow over the marsh. you stare out the window, watching as the country club disappears behind you.

your mom glances at you from the driver’s seat. “i saw you chatting with sarah cameron, bug. she’s a sweet girl.”

you turn to her. “cameron?”

she nods. “yeah, she’s rose’s stepdaughter. lovely lady.”

your stomach twists slightly. another cameron.

you hesitate before asking, “do you… um, know a rafe cameron?” you try to sound casual, but your mom picks up on the curiosity in your voice.

"why?" she asks, glancing at you with curiosity.

“i bumped into him at the golf course before the meeting.”

your mom hums, eyes still on the road. “ah. i see you’ve met your escort.”

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note i know i said i was posting this yesterday but i went to a drake concert last night in my city and let me tell u that man is YUMMY. i'm not a big fan of my writing since english isn't my first language but once intros are done, expect more socmed!   - H <3

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[shermeral]

If Jennifer Carpenter is not on resurrection, and if there's not more debster ghost incest, I ain't watching that shi-

All these Dexter Spin offs in the works, but all I truly want is to see Michael C Hall and Jennifer Carpenter on the same screen again. No one can beat the Dexter and Debra dynamic.

[taytrashmouth]

The summer I’ve waited for

Jeremiah fisher x female reader

TW: drinking, swearing.

Description: you’ve been friends with Jeremiah forever, back in Boston you are inseparable, what happens when he invites you to cousins this summer

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You met Jeremiah at school when you were 12, he’s always been funny and kind, he was nice to you when no one else was.

You were best friends since the first moment you met, the only thing that sucked was that he was never around for summer.

But this year, at 16 he invited you with, Susannah was so happy you were coming with, Belly would have a girlfriend and she loved you like her own.

The drive down to cousins was long, Conrad drove, Susannah scrolled through her phone in the passengers seat while you sat in the back with Jeremiah.

Your leg was bouncing up and down rapidly, what if it was awkward, what if belly didn’t like you, what if you ruined the perfect summers Jeremiah spoke of so often-

Your thoughts were broken when jere put his hand on your bouncing leg.

“Hey what’s wrong?” He frowned.

“Just nervous.” You shook your head.

“It’ll be so fun having you around, and I already know belly will love you, besides you’ll have me by your side, you’re stuck with me for three whole months.”

You couldn’t help but smile, he had no idea how much you liked him, he was the only boy you’d liked for 5 years. Spending 3 months with him sounded like heaven.

When you arrived Jeremiah showed you your room, right across from his. The house was gorgeous and the sound of the waves was magical.

You sat outside by the pool looking out at the ocean once you’d unpacked. Absolutely mesmerized.

It wasn’t until you saw Conrad, Jeremiah and Steven (you’d seen him in photos) throwing belly into the pool while she kicked and screamed.

“You guys that wasn’t funny.” Belly spoke.

“Yeah guys not cool.” You walked behind both Conrad and Jeremiah, hands around their waists. As they both turned to look at you, you pushed as hard as you could pushing them both in too.

They both yelled and you and belly laughed.

“I love her!” Belly laughed and smiled at Jeremiah, gesturing to you.

“Yeah me too.” He smiled subtly and looked down at the water, making you blush.

It was a few days later that you sat at the kitchen island waiting to watch a movie with belly and the moms that belly said something that surprised you.

“You know I’m so happy i finally got to meet you cause you’re like really cool, and because jere talks about you non-stop, he thinks you’re so smart and he tells us all these stories about you being like the coolest person.” Belly rambled.

“All good things I hope.” You chuckled, blushing slightly. ��� I’m sure he doesn’t talk about me that much.”

“No there was a point I wanted to be you, and I hadn’t even seen your photo- I was like 12 but still”

You both giggled.

Summer went on, you went to parties with jere and he taught you how to play beer pong, you both sang karaoke at this tiki bar on Saturdays, he showed you all of his favorite spots in cousins. Late night drives and long walks on the beach.

Everything was perfect except you couldn’t help but feel that he loved belly…..and it hurt.

But there were moments where you allowed yourself to dream, to feel as though he liked you back.

The night by the pool when lover came on the speaker and you smiled at the sound of your favorite song.

“Let’s dance.” Jeremiah spoke. You looked up at him as he stood up and held out his hand. “You need to practice anyway.” Referring to the deb ball, belly begged you to do it with her.

You didn’t know how the hell to find a date, you only liked, and wanted one guy.

You smiled and gave him your hand. He pulled you up and held your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and you began to sway. He spun you around slowly once or twice but soon it was just the two of you in this moment, looking into each others eyes.

“You’re a good dancer.” You whispered.

“I have a good partner.” He smiled, both of your cheeks burning.

Then there was the day you tried on your debutante dress, you looked in your bedroom mirror, only seeing the parts of yourself you hated.

That’s when Jere barged in with a smile, rambling about something Steven just did, but when you turned around he stopped dead.

“Holy shit…” he let out.

“I know-“ your voice was laced with insecurities but he didn’t let you fished before moving closer and making you spin around.

“You’re perfect.” He smiled and held your cheeks, you leaned into his touch wishing this moment would last.

Tears filled your eyes, he was healing all your wounds, damage he didn’t even cause.

“Thank you.” You smiled back.

When Taylor came out for belly’s birthday she bought belly a purple swimsuit, she had a pink one and she had bought you a dark blue one, because she knew belly liked you, and wanted you to be included.

You were insecure, people at school had bullied you your whole life, your weight fluctuated a lot and you weren’t exactly comfortable in a bikini.

When you didn’t go down to the pool after about 20mins jere came to look for you…

He found you in your bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror in your new bikini with tears running down your cheeks

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?” He asked with a frown, immediately pulled you into his chest.

You hugged him tightly and he stroked your hair.

“I hate it.” You chocked.

“What? What do you hate?” He held your shoulders looking at your face now.

“Me, they way I look, fuck, I look like a whale compared to them.”

Jeremiah almost laughed.

“Them? Belly and taylor?”

“Yeah and like every other girl at this stupid beach.” You cried more, but he wiped away the tears that fell.

“Turn around.” He smiled, you grumpily spun.

“Exactly what I thought, no sign of a whale…and y/n….you’re hot, don’t tell belly or Taylor I said this but you’re like way hotter than them.” He exclaimed.

You chocked a laugh.

“Really?” You frowned again.

“Definitely.” He hugged you again, and made jokes as you washed your face before following him back to the pool.

“I found her!!! She was trying to make sure she was still hotter than all of us.” He joked as you walked out the doors to the pool.

Taylor smiled, “I knew that bikini was your color, it’s literally so hot.” Belly nodded in agreement.

Steven gawked at you as you climbed into the pool and belly hit him on the head.

It wasn’t until you were walking along the beach as the sun set, a week till the deb ball and still you had no date.

“Hey!” Jeremiah called as he ran down the beach to catch up.

“Hey.” You smiled back.

You talked about a lot of things as the sun began to set.

“Still no date?” He asked.

You shook your head,

“Seriously? I don’t believe no one’s asked you.” He spoke as if you were the most precious thing that any guy would want.

You shook your head again, a few guys had asked, but you didn’t really want to go with them. So you told them no.

You continued to talk about the ball.

“Mom told Conrad to ask Belly, but I think she’ll be pissed if she finds out he didn’t actually want to ask her you know?” He spoke.

“Yeah, I’d be pissed if that happened to me.”

“That’s why I swore off these things, drama creating nonsense, I’d only make an exception for this one girl-“ he spoke slowly but you cut him off.

“Yeah, it sucks that Conrad’s taking her-“

“What?” He stopped walking.

“You like belly….don’t you?” You frowned.

He scoffed and looked off to the side.

“You’re really really dumb for someone with straight A’s, you know that?” He asked.

You frowned even more.

“I’d make an exception for you n/n….”

Your whole world stopped for a minute, looking into his ocean eyes.

“I’m just waiting for you to ask me……” he looked at his feet.

“I didn’t ask because I needed to know you wanted this, I couldn’t do it because i could never forgive myself if I screwed this up, us…” he looked back up at you.

Your heart was pounding, your head was exploding and your stomach erupted with butterflies.

“Will you go to the ball with me Jere?” You smiled.

He sighed with relief and smiled the biggest you e ever seen.

“Fuck yes!!!!” He wrapped his arms around you and spun you in the air before putting you down.

You laughed, feeling on top of the world.

“You sure about this?” He asked looking down at you.

“It’s been five years of crushing, I’m sure.” You joked.

“Good because I really want to kiss you.” He smiled.

He leaned in and your lips met, it was like two pieces of a puzzle. So passionate yet soft. This was the summer you’d always wanted, the summer you waited for.

As you broke apart for air you both smiled and entangled your hands, and you walked home in the dark, waves crashing against your ankles.

“I liked you before we were even friends you know.” Jeremiah spoke up.

“What?”

“Yeah, I saw you in the hallway one day and I knew, that the pretty girl by locker 34 was going to be my wife one day.”

You smiled, and laughed with him, as you swing your hands back and forth.

“Really? I still had braces….why me?” You asked with a frown.

“Because I love you, you idiot!” He yelled, he turned and kissed you for the second time that night. You smiled into the kiss, and the waves crashed into your calves.

“I love you too…I always have.” You told him. “And I’m not sure about ‘wife’ just yet, but I’m just waiting for you to ask me..” you quoted his words from earlier.

He smiled and got down on one knee, his shorts were wet and your dress was blowing in the wind. You threw your head back in a smile.

“Y/n l/n, will you make me the happiest golden retriever and be my girlfriend,”

“Fuck yes!!!!”

He got up and you held onto each other like it was the last time you’d hug.

When you arrived back at the house, he dragged you up to his room, rummaging in his drawer to find something.

“I uh- I got this for your birthday last year, but I chickened out of giving it to you because I though it might overstep a boundary or something.” He explained as he sat next to you on his bed and handed you a box.

You carefully took off the lid and revealed a sliver locket, the letter J engraved on the front, you opened it up and on the left was a picture on Jeremiah giving you a piggy back ride, both of you smiling so widely. And on the right the lyrics ‘at every table I’ll save you a seat’ were engraved in cursive.

You closed the locket and stared at the J, then at him, tears in your eyes.

“Because I really know you.” He pointed at his initial.

You smiled, tears falling.

“I love you, you’re perfect.” You smiled, looking at his beautiful eyes, and smile, thinking of how thoughtful he was, how kind, how funny, he was yours, and you were his.

He helped you out the necklace on, and you never took it off

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this press release from the Department of the Interior:

Following an extensive public process, Secretary of the Interior Deb Haaland today finalized the decision to retain protections for 28 million acres of public lands across Alaska, which many Alaska Native Tribes, Native Corporations and Tribal entities have noted are vital to protecting important natural, cultural and subsistence resources. Today’s action comes in response to the previous Administration’s unlawful decision in its final days to end the longstanding protections (known as withdrawals) without sufficient analysis of the potential impacts of such a decision on subsistence and other important resources, appropriate Tribal consultation, and without compliance with other legal requirements. This sweeping action would have opened millions of acres of public lands to extractive development activities, such as mining and oil and gas drilling, and removed the federal subsistence priority from millions of acres.

The previous Administration’s decision was put on hold to ensure full consideration of the potential impacts and allow for engagement with the public and Alaska Native communities. The robust public process gathered input from Alaska Native Tribes and Native Corporations, rural and urban communities, and the public, including 19 community meetings. During the public comment period, the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) heard overwhelming support for retaining the withdrawals. In total, the BLM received approximately 15,000 public comments on the draft Environmental Impact Statement (EIS).

“Tribal consultation must be treated as a requirement – not an option – when the federal government is making decisions that could irrevocably affect Tribal communities. I am grateful to the team at the Bureau of Land Management for taking the time to ensure that we approached this decision with the benefit of feedback from Alaska Native communities, and to the Tribal leaders who shared with us the impact that a potential revocation of the withdrawals would have on their people,” said Secretary Deb Haaland. “Continuing these essential protections, which have been in place for decades, will ensure continued access and use of these public lands now and in the future.”

Today’s announcement builds on the Biden-Harris administration’s actions to conserve millions of acres of lands and waters in Alaska, including implementing maximum protections for more than 13 million acres of Special Areas in the western Arctic, protecting approximately 2.8 million acres of the Beaufort Sea to place the entire United States Arctic Ocean off limits to new oil and gas leasing, and preventing irrevocable harms to Tribal subsistence uses and permafrost at the base of the iconic Brooks Range by rejecting the Ambler Road proposal.

These withdrawals, established pursuant to Section 17(d)(1) of the Alaska Native Claims Settlement Act (ANCSA), stretch across BLM’s Bay, Bering Sea-Western Interior, East Alaska, Kobuk-Seward Peninsula and Ring of Fire planning areas.

Today’s decision does not impact acres already available for selection by eligible individuals under the Alaska Native Vietnam-era Veterans Land Allotment Program. Secretary Haaland has made these lands available to the approximately 1,900 Alaska Native Vietnam-era Veterans eligible to select their 160-acre land entitlement under the Dingell Act.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Deb Chachra's "How Infrastructure Works": Mutual aid, the built environment, the climate, and a future of comfort and abundance

This Thursday (Oct 19), I'm in Charleston, WV to give the 41st annual McCreight Lecture in the Humanities. And on Friday (Oct 20), I'm at Charleston's Taylor Books from 12h-14h.

Engineering professor and materials scientist Deb Chachra's new book How Infrastructure Works is a hopeful, lyrical – even beautiful – hymn to the systems of mutual aid we embed in our material world, from sewers to roads to the power grid. It's a book that will make you see the world in a different way – forever:

https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/612711/how-infrastructure-works-by-deb-chachra/

Chachra structures the book as a kind of travelogue, in which she visits power plants, sewers, water treatment plants and other "charismatic megaprojects," connecting these to science, history, and her own memoir. In so doing, she doesn't merely surface the normally invisible stuff that sustains us all, but also surfaces its normally invisible meaning.

Infrastructure isn't merely a way to deliver life's necessities – mobility, energy, sanitation, water, and so on – it's a shared way of delivering those necessities. It's not just that economies of scale and network effects don't merely make it more efficient and cheaper to provide these necessities to whole populations. It's also that the lack of these network and scale effects make it unimaginable that these necessities could be provided to all of us without being part of a collective, public project.

Think of the automobile versus public transit: if you want to live in a big, built up city, you need public transit. Once a city gets big enough, putting everyone who needs to go everywhere in a car becomes a Red Queen's Race. With that many cars on the road, you need more roads. More roads push everything farther apart. Once everything is farther apart, you need more cars.

Geometry hates cars. You can't bargain with geometry. You can't tunnel your way out of this. You can't solve it with VTOL sky-taxis. You can't fix it with self-driving cars whose car-to-car comms let them shave down their following distances. You need buses, subways and trams. You need transit. There's a reason that every plan to "disrupt" transportation ends up reinventing the bus:

https://stanforddaily.com/2018/04/09/when-silicon-valley-accidentally-reinvents-the-city-bus/

Even the cities we think of as motorists' paradises – such as LA – have vast, extensive transit systems. They suck – because they are designed for poor people – but without them, the city would go from traffic-blighted to traffic-destroyed.

The dream of declaring independence from society, of going "off-grid," of rejecting any system of mutual obligation and reliance isn't merely an infantile fantasy – it also doesn't scale, which is ironic, given how scale-obsessed its foremost proponents are in their other passions. Replicating sanitation, water, rubbish disposal, etc to create individual systems is wildly inefficient. Creating per-person communications systems makes no sense – by definition, communications involves at least two people.

So infrastructure, Chachra reminds us, is a form of mutual aid. It's a gift we give to ourselves, to each other, and to the people who come after us. Any rugged individualism is but a thin raft, floating on an ocean of mutual obligation, mutual aid, care and maintenance.

Infrastructure is vital and difficult. Its amortization schedule is so long that in most cases, it won't pay for itself until long after the politicians who shepherded it into being are out of office (or dead). Its duty cycle is so long that it can be easy to forget it even exists – especially since the only time most of us notice infrastructure is when it stops working.

This makes infrastructure precarious even at the best of times – hard to commit to, easy to neglect. But throw in the climate emergency and it all gets pretty gnarly. Whatever operating parameters we've designed into our infra, whatever maintenance regimes we've committed to for it, it's totally inadequate. We're living through a period where abnormal is normal, where hundred year storms come every six months, where the heat and cold and wet and dry are all off the charts.

It's not just that the climate emergency is straining our existing infrastructure – Chachra makes the obvious and important point that any answer to the climate emergency means building a lot of new infrastructure. We're going to need new systems for power, transportation, telecoms, water delivery, sanitation, health delivery, and emergency response. Lots of emergency response.

Chachra points out here that the history of big, transformative infra projects is…complicated. Yes, Bazalgette's London sewers were a breathtaking achievement (though they could have done a better job separating sewage from storm runoff), but the money to build them, and all the other megaprojects of Victorian England, came from looting India. Chachra's family is from India, though she was raised in my hometown of Toronto, and spent a lot of her childhood traveling to see family in Bhopal, and she has a keen appreciation of the way that those old timey Victorian engineers externalized their costs on brown people half a world away.

But if we can figure out how to deliver climate-ready infra, the possibilities are wild – and beautiful. Take energy: we've all heard that Americans use far more energy than most of their foreign cousins (Canadians and Norwegians are even more energy-hungry, thanks to their heating bills).

The idea of providing every person on Earth with the energy abundance of an average Canadian is a horrifying prospect – provided that your energy generation is coupled to your carbon emissions. But there are lots of renewable sources of energy. For every single person on Earth to enjoy the same energy diet as a Canadian, we would have to capture a whopping four tenths of a percent of the solar radiation that reaches the Earth. Four tenths of a percent!

Of course, making solar – and wind, tidal, and geothermal – work will require a lot of stuff. We'll need panels and windmills and turbines to catch the energy, batteries to store it, and wires to transmit it. The material bill for all of this is astounding, and if all that material is to come out of the ground, it'll mean despoiling the environments and destroying the lives of the people who live near those extraction sites. Those are, of course and inevitably, poor and/or brown people.

But all those materials? They're also infra problems. We've spent millennia treating energy as scarce, despite the fact that fresh supplies of it arrive on Earth with every sunrise and every moonrise. Moreover, we've spent that same period treating materials as infinite despite the fact that we've got precisely one Earth's worth of stuff, and fresh supplies arrive sporadically, unpredictably, and in tiny quantities that usually burn up before they reach the ground.

Chachra proposes that we could – we must – treat material as scarce, and that one way to do this is to recognize that energy is not. We can trade energy for material, opting for more energy intensive manufacturing processes that make materials easier to recover when the good reaches its end of life. We can also opt for energy intensive material recovery processes. If we put our focus on designing objects that decompose gracefully back into the material stream, we can build the energy infrastructure to make energy truly abundant and truly clean.

This is a bold engineering vision, one that fuses Chachra's material science background, her work as an engineering educator, her activism as an anti-colonialist and feminist. The way she lays it out is just…breathtaking. Here, read an essay of hers that prefigures this book:

https://tinyletter.com/metafoundry/letters/metafoundry-75-resilience-abundance-decentralization

How Infrastructure Works is a worthy addition to the popular engineering books that have grappled with the climate emergency. The granddaddy of these is the late David MacKay's open access, brilliant, essential, Sustainable Energy Without the Hot Air, a book that will forever change the way you think about energy:

https://memex.craphound.com/2009/04/08/sustainable-energy-without-the-hot-air-the-freakonomics-of-conservation-climate-and-energy/

The whole "Without the Hot Air" series is totally radical, brilliant, and beautiful. Start with the Sustainable Materials companion volume to understand why everything can be explained by studying, thinking about and changing the way we use concrete and aluminum:

https://memex.craphound.com/2011/11/17/sustainable-materials-indispensable-impartial-popular-engineering-book-on-the-future-of-our-built-and-made-world/

And then get much closer to home – your kitchen, to be precise – with the Food and Climate Change volume:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/06/methane-diet/#3kg-per-day

Reading Chachra's book, I kept thinking about Saul Griffith's amazing Electrify, a shovel-ready book about how we can effect the transition to a fully electrified America:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/12/09/practical-visionary/#popular-engineering

Chachra's How Infrastructure Works makes a great companion volume to Electrify, a kind of inspirational march to play accompaniment on Griffith's nuts-and-bolts journey. It's a lyrical, visionary book, charting a bold course through the climate emergency, to a world of care, maintenance, comfort and abundance.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/17/care-work/#charismatic-megaprojects

My next novel is The Lost Cause, a hopeful novel of the climate emergency. Amazon won't sell the audiobook, so I made my own and I'm pre-selling it on Kickstarter!

[cunty-mouse]

Hey everyone check out this ABSOLUTELY CORRECT person.

I finally got WiFi in my house so guess who is back on her bullshit…..also known as “watching every single wlw inclusive movie to find the best one of all time because i fucking hated carol 2015 and i took all of the articles calling it the best wlw movie ever made, some even with the audacity to call it the best lgbtq+ movie ever made, extremely personally”

[mxqdii]

Hi!! I struggle with anxiety and frequently find it hard to be among crowds of people. I was wondering if you could maybe write something about that with Conrad Fisher? Much Love!!

first glance - c.f

pairings: conrad fisher x reader

summary: at a bonfire party, the crowds become too much and conrad immediately notices.

warning(s): anxiety, fluff, comfort

not proofread

"you ready?" my boyfriend, conrad asks and i nod

he's been going on and on about some bonfire party they go to every year.

i usually skip it, but since me and conrad started dating, i started following him around everywhere

i have to admit, i'm kind of nervous for this bonfire party.. i didn't really wanna go but conrad seemed so excited about it, so how could i say no?

it just seems like... a lot for me, but i'll give it a shot.. maybe it wont be so bad, right?

"y/n?" he says and i snap out of my trance

"yes! sorry, i'm ready" i respond with a smile

"y'know, we don't have to go if you don't feel like it" he reassures and i let out a nervous laugh

"it's fine, i wanna go! i do!" i say and he looks at me, squinting

he sees right through me, but we both know in the end i'll get my way, so he doesn't fight it.

"fine then, cmon" he says as we walk to the beach

we arrive to the bonfire at sunrise, barley any light illuminating the party

"heyyy conrad! you made it" one of conrads friends swoops in, wrapping his arm around him

i stand there awkwardly, not knowing anybody here.

"hey! y/n.. right?" a girl comes up to me

she looks familiar, but i can't put my finger on where i've seen her from...

"yeah!.. yeah that's me" i laugh, anxiousness radiating off of me like a beam.

"i'm nicole! i was a deb last year" she says smiling

"oh! i remember now, yeah hi! it's been a while how are you?" i say, trying to make conversation

we talk for a while, but eventually she goes back with her group.

suddenly, everyones screaming and jumping and a crowd forms around me

everyone starts dancing and moshing

i try to get out but i feel as if i'm the center of the crowd and there's pools of people around me.

when did so many people get here?

why can't they just move out of the way?

i feel like i can't breathe

conrad spots me in the crowd and at first glance, he sees the panic on my face

"move! excuse me, hey!" he yells his way through the crowd, grabbing me and pulling me out of the mosh

he sit's me down on the sand, near the ocean.

"hey, hey, it's okay.." he says as i try to catch my breath

"why the fuck- did everyone start- start a fucking mosh pit" i ask, looking down panting.

"i don't know.. i'm really sorry baby, if i would've known we never would've come" he pleads and i sigh

"it's not your fault just- overwhelmed me.." i say picking at my lip

he grabs my hand to stop me picking, interlocking our hands instead

"c'mere" he says, pulling me into his lap

he strokes my hair until i'm completely calmed down

"connie?" i mumble

"yes baby?"

"thank you"

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[sykesandskittles]

CHAPTER 8

Noah

THE SECOND Harlow LEAVES, Nick plops down into her empty spot on the couch. “So, bro, are you making any progress with her?”

I glance over at my long-time friend and shrug one shoulder. I get why he’s checking in—this shit is time sensitive–but I don’t appreciate being hounded. Around here, I’m the one calling the shots. I don’t need people checking in with me.

“I’m getting there,” I answer dismissively. “Don’t fucking worry about

it.”

He lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Dude, chill. Just asking. ‘Cause,

you know, people are talking.”

I sigh. “Talking about what exactly?”

I don’t give a fuck what people say, usually. My family is wealthy enough and influential enough not to have to worry about other people’s opinions. But this time…yeah, this time I have to give a fuck, because it might get in the way of my objective .

“There's a lot of talk about why you chose Harlow . Some of the Debs are pretty pissed about it.”

Debs, meaning debutants. It’s an old-ass word, but it’s what we call the female members of the Burning Crown. It’s a word passed down through the generations. Every year, four Debs are plucked from the Burning Crown’s general membership–the Circle–and given queen-like power over the entire university.

Those four slots are so sought-after, that it’s practically a blood sport for the chicks in the Circle. And the fact that one of their positions had been given to an outsider….yeah, I’m sure that ruffled more than a few feathers.

I shrug off his statement. “No one is guaranteed a consort position.” “It’s tradition,” Nick replies flatly. “And now they're suspicious.” That gets my attention. I twist to face my friend. “Suspicious?”

“Okay, maybe not suspicious yet. But they don’t understand and they’re watching you pretty damn close.”

Christ. That’s all I need. More people watching me.

I push out a harsh breath. “They’ll get over it eventually.”

Nick laughs, but it’s devoid of humor. “Let’s hope so, because if they look into Harlow , they’re going to discover her past pretty damn quick, and then our whole plan is fucked.”

“Thanks for that analysis, Einstein.” I don’t need to be told how fragile this whole thing is. It’s my life, for God’s sake. My family’s lives. If I fuck this up, everyone suffers.

“Hey, Noah.” It’s Jolly. He shoves his hand through a mane of short brunette  hair to get it out of his face. “I just saw your chick leave with Wyn.”

“Yeah, they went to the bathroom,” I reply .

He laughs like I’m an idiot for believing her, and maybe I am. “Listen, I don’t know what the fuck they told you, but I just saw them both leave through the back patio door.”

I tilt my head back and growl, launching onto my feet. “You didn’t stop her?”

“Oh, yeah, like that wouldn’t draw attention. She’s a consort now. She can do whatever the fuck she wants. If I stop her from leaving, that’s going to raise questions. Questions I’m sure you don’t want them asking.”

She can do whatever the fuck she wants in theory. In practice, she’s mine, and she needs to learn how to fucking listen.

“Which way?” I grate out. “West. Toward Carbon.”

I could text her, and demand she return, but I have a feeling she’d just ignore me. Also, I don’t want her to know I’ve been tipped off about her leaving.

Balling my hands into fists, I weave through the crowded house with Jolly trailing behind me. Wherever I go, Jolly is usually there, right by my side. Between him and Nicholas, Jolly is the older twin and carries with him a big-brother mentality. He’s the protector of everyone in the Circle, and he's damn good at it.

Outside, beyond the patio, it’s pitch-fucking-black with just a sliver of moon to give a hint of shadow to distant objects. I don’t see Harlow or Wyn anywhere, but fuck it, we know they were headed toward Carbon, so I turn in that direction. We’ll catch up with them eventually.

Jolly and I skirt the water where the sand is more compacted, and it’s easier to walk. The ocean calms me. It always has. I can feel my anger slowly begin to subside as we make our way down the beach. We’re about half a mile from the sorority house when Jolly reaches out to tap me from behind.

“Hey, is that them?”

I squint, and sure enough, I see two figures in the distance. They’re just standing there, and I wonder if they can see us. But as we get closer, I can see they’re not even paying attention to Jolly and me. They’re looking down at something in Harlow ’s hand.

“The bathroom, eh?” I say, sauntering up to them. “Why did you leave the fucking party?”

When Harlow glances up at me, I see real fear in her eyes. The same fear I saw when she was attacked on my porch.

I glance down at what she has in her hand. It’s a cell phone. “This is Talia 's phone,” she says, her voice shaking.

“Yeah, so what?” My gaze shifts to Wyn. She looks white as a ghost, too. “We found it right here, in the sand. Harlow used her stalker app, and it

was just sitting right here, half buried,” Wyn says.

Fuck. That can’t be good. But, still, there has to be a logical explanation.

I shrug. “Okay, so she lost it. People lose their phones in the sand. It happens.”

“Yeah, my brother loses his phone all the time,” Jolly chimes in. “Fucking idiot.”

“No,” Harlow shakes her head. “You don’t get it. First, she didn’t show up at the party, and now, we find her phone half-buried in the sand. That’s not like her. She always has her phone. It’s practically an appendage.”

I tilt my head back and rake a hand over my face. Just what I fucking need right now—a missing chick. And not just any missing chick, Harlow ’s best friend. Fuck my life .

“Okay, Listen, let’s go back to the party and ask around to see if anyone knows anything. If we still can’t find her, we’ll take my car and drive around to some of the hot spots in town,” I say.

The last thing I want to do tonight is drive around and look for some random chick, but on the upside, I can send Wyn off with Jolly, and get Harlow alone.

Harlow looks a little relieved by my plan and nods. I’m hoping someone at the party knows something, so we can go on with our fucking lives, but when we ask around, not only has no one seen Talia , no one even knows who the fuck she is.

We’re outside the sorority house when I turn to Wyn and Jolly. “You two drive around the north side of the school. Harlow and I will take the southside.”

With a nod, Wyn and Jolly take off into the night. I glance over at Harlow , who is trying to unlock Talia 's phone.

“Careful, you only get so many guesses before it locks,” I offer.

She huffs in frustration and shoves the phone into her bag. “Maybe we should just go to campus security and let them know we can’t find her.”

I laugh under my breath. She really is as naive as they come. “And what evidence do we have that she’s actually missing? A lost cell phone?” I lift my chin at her. “When did you see her last?”

Harlow narrows her eyes at me. “I didn’t misplace my fucking glasses.

This is my best friend we’re talking about.”

“Just answer the question,” I snap, my anger at her bubbling over.

She shifts on her feet and pushes a breath out. “This morning. And something seemed…off with he r. I don’t know.”

“Okay, so it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. Yeah, no way security is going to take this seriously. She’d have to be missing a few days, at least.”

“A few days?” She nearly launches herself at me. “That’s way too long. Can’t you make security investigate? Or is all this ‘I own the school’ bullshit just a delusion?”

My jaw tightens. This fucking chick doesn’t know shit about shit. I start walking toward my car. I pull my keyfob out of my pocket and unlock it. “We’re not involving security or the police,” I bite out. “Get in the car.”

She’s standing several feet away, not moving. “I can’t get in the car with you. I mean…I shouldn’t.”

For fuck’s sake. I open the driver’s side door and lean on the roof. “And why the fuck not?” I ask, allowing every ounce of my frustration to seep into my tone.

“Because…I don’t know you. I mean, not really. I just met you.”

My instinct is to force her. To walk over to her, throw her over my damn shoulder, and shove her into the car. I’ve become used to people following my commands with no questions asked. All this chick does is ask fucking questions—and it’s getting under my skin.

“You want to find your friend,” I say. “Then you need me. With my connections, I’m your best shot at finding her quickly.”

She’s standing under the street light, and I can see the indecision flicker in her eyes. But I’ve got her cornered and she knows it. She needs my help. Finally, she sways and then takes a step toward the car. She opens the passenger door, and slides into the leather seat.

“Let’s go before I change my mind,” she says through gritted teeth.

I get behind the wheel and hit the engine. When I glance over at her, she looks small. Vulnerable. I could almost forget what a manipulative bitch she is.

Almost.

[justarandombrit]

Wrote all this out a while ago, but why not post it now? Anyway, Hatchetverse characters’ favourite musicals!

Pete: Spider-Man: Turn Off The Dark. He will defend this show with his life. Yes, he knows it's dogshit, he does not care. To Pete, this show is a masterpiece.

Ruth: Falsettos. Okay confession, I've never seen this show (don't crucify me, I'm sorry I'm uneducated) but I know people say Just For Once reminds them of Falsettos songs, so I just took a shot in the dark. Also gay people. (I bet she had a Be More Chill phase though)

Grace: Scamilton. She doesn't know it's a knock-off. To her, this is Hamilton. (She always covers her ears at the harem line they left in though)

Miss Holloway: Back To The 80s: The Musical. Come on.

Emma: The Mad Ones. She's stuck in a constant state of wanting to project her and Jane onto Sam and Kelly but also wanting to ship Sam and Kelly. This is a genuine conflict in her life.

Rose: Rockabye Musical. Simultaneously a guilty pleasure and something she regards as the highest form of art (she's right).

Alice: The Prom. This is a full guilty pleasure. She watched this show with Deb because it has lesbians in it and she thought it'd be a laugh, and then had to bluff her way out of admitting she loved it. (Also, Dear Evan Hansen, because Bill mentions her forcing him to watch it in Watcher World)

Ted: Ride The Cyclone. Very specific headcanon, stick with me here. Ted got really fucking drunk one night after hooking up with Charlotte, stumbled across a boot of this show, decided to hate-watch it, and then loved it. He cried at Sugar Cloud, Ocean’s ending speech and It's Not A Game (It's Just A Ride). Nobody can know this.

[notanavidtumbler]

────୨ৎ──── intro blog ────୨ৎ────

hi!

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: daphne.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: she/her.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞: intj-t.

sexuality: heterosexual.

religion: christian.

zodiac sign: sagittarius.

interests: crochet, reading, writing lyrics and poetry, listening to music, singing, playing the sims 4, cooking, shopping.

books that literally changed my life: the love hypothesis, turtles all the way down, the entirety of the addicted (and calloway sisters) series, the fault in our stars, half of a yellow sun, louder than hunger, the little prince.

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬: dominic fike, sabrina carpenter, tyla, tate mcrae, gracie abrams, nessa barrett, the neighbourhood, melanie martinez, frank ocean, pink panthress, clairo, madison beer.

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬: legally blonde, wild child, mean girls, cat in the hat, pretty woman, the willoughbys, a silent voice, to all the boys i’ve loved before, the fault in our stars, matilda (not the musical, never the musical), the house, song of the sea, if anything happens i love you, corpse bride.

favorite shows: the good place, euphoria, desperate housewives, total drama, h2o: just add water, girlfriends, moesha, full house, raising voices, the fresh prince of bel-air, the disastrous life of saiki k.

favorite authors: ali hazelwood, hannah grace, emily henry, sarah adams, john green.

girl crushes: ariana greenblatt, colette couillard, deb smikle, zendaya, nessa barrett, sabrina carpenter.

check my search for original posts by moi 🫶

[maruuyume]

Saw that you're moving to wattpad. Good luck yume❤️ i love ocean deep, it really reminds me of arsenic blue❤️ i hope that this isnt bothering, but do you have any ror author recommendations? I rarely see ror any fanfics and i really am craving for ror fanfics

Sorry for my bad English, its not my first language.

Hi darling! Thank you so much for the support. I know countless of Authors in quotev who published ror stories.

One of them being my second favorite author, Mocha. Her writing is lovely, it's simple and not too deep, just the way I like it. Unfortunately, she ended up leaving quotev, but her stories are still on the website. (Two of her ror fanfics are not completed and has presumably been dropped, but I assure you, her writing is so gorgeous!)

My second favorite Author's works: :33 (I literally adore her so much, her stories has my heart. <3 🥹)

1. Little Darling. Yandere! Thor x f!reader

2. Infatuation. Yandere! Ror gods x f!reader

Second author is my wife, @nyctoaerah. She has countless of books that are ror centered, plus her writing is simply amazing. You will enjoy it, literally. She's also my most favorite Author, second is Mocha:3

Her amazing, spectacular, and literally bestest ror works:

1. Cursed gaze, Yandere! Ror gods x f!reader.

2. Endgame, Yandere! Ror gods x f!reader.

3. Mystery, ror x f!deity!reader

Third one is the amazing and beloved, Breeze! One of my favorite authors aswell. Her story, 'head over heels' is simply amazing, even if I barely finished it. But go give it a try! I honestly adore her writing so much (After Mocha lol:3)

1. Head over heels, Yandere! Ror x reader.

Fourth is shuu yamaru! I've read her story, monomania once, but sadly didn't finish it.

1. Monomania, Yandere! Ror x reader. (Tumblr won't let me add the link ☠️)

Fifth one is also one of my favorites, Debs! Gosh, I love, love, love her story! It's soooo gooooddd. Go give it a try! I also didn't finish it all :'3

1. King, Poseidon x reader.

2. Ruins, Hades x reader.

3. Thorns, Hades x reader.

4. Unexpected changes, Hades x reader.

Another one is sweetchup! I love her story bivalve. <3

1. Bivalve, Poseidon x reader.

These are the only authors I know, but you may search up some more if you like. Thank you for your support dearest! 💖🥺