#fleecer

[planehabitat]

happy 2 years to him

fanmade ttcc cog guy of mine, i love her lots

[sugarwarachan]

my lil garden boy 🥹🥹

[dungeon-strugglers]

✨New item!✨ Brainer Weapon (mace), legendary (requires attunement)

You gain a +3 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon and it deals an extra 1d6 psychic damage to any target it hits.

The mace has 12 charges and regains 1d10 + 2 expended charges daily at dawn. While holding the mace, you can expend 1 or more of its charges to cast one of the following spells from it (save DC 18): detect thoughts (1 charge), confusion (3 charges), or modify memory (4 charges).

Annihilate Mind. When you hit a creature with this mace, you can expend 4 charges to force the creature to make a DC 18 Intelligence saving throw. On a failed save, the creature takes an extra 6d6 psychic damage and is stunned until the end of your next turn. Additionally, while stunned in this way, the creature has disadvantage on its saving throws to resist any spell you cast from this mace.

Crafted in the spinal baths and psychic forges of Cephalarr aka the Brain Butcher, the Cranium Crasher, the Dome Demolisher, the Ego Eradicator, the Faculty Fleecer, the Genius Gutter, the Head Harmer, the Imagination Immolator, the Mind Maimer, the Reason Ravager, the Thought Thumper, the Wrinkle Wrecker, and so forth. - 🖌🎨 Like our work? Consider supporting us on Patreon and gain access to the hi-resolution art for over 200 magic items, printable item cards and card packs, beautiful creature art and stat blocks, and setting pdfs with narrative hooks and unique lore!🧙‍♂️ Thank you so much for your support! 💖

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[probablyasocialecologist]

The Socialist League therefore aims at the realisation of complete Revolutionary Socialism, and well knows that this can never happen in any one country without the help of the workers of all civilisation. For us neither geographical boundaries, political history, race, nor creed makes rivals or enemies; for us there are no nations, but only varied masses of workers and friends, whose mutual sympathies are checked or perverted by groups of masters and fleecers whose interest it is to stir up rivalries and hatreds between the dwellers in different lands.

William Morris and Belfort Bax, The Manifesto of the Socialist League (1885)

[the-same-weezer-joke-daily]

weezer but they make cardigans, call that a fleecer

[howlingday]

Lib(er)el Media

Lisa: There you are, Rose! Where have you been?!

Ruby: Sorry, Mrs. Lavender! I got here as fast as the wind could take me. I got those pictures of The Red Hero for you.

Lisa: Mm, okay, let's see what you have. It's a good thing you showed up, because we're still trying to figure out the title for today's headline.

Lisa: Ah, perfect! "The Red Hero and Roman Torchwick Rampage City!"

Ruby: What?! I-I mean, hang on just a second, Mrs. Lavender, but I'm pretty sure The Red Hero was trying to stop Roman Torchwick!

Lisa: And look at all the damage she caused! By the Brothers, Rose, how many times do I have to explain that Vale News Network doesn't operate on opinions, but on facts!

Ruby: Oh, come on! You can't blame everything on The Red Hero.

Lisa: Oh no? Watch me, then maybe you'll realize that if you looked just a bit deeper, you'll see that everything wrong with Vale can traced back to that flower petal fleecer! Someone give me a story!

Weiss: Statistics show that car jackings are at an all-time high.

Lisa: "The Red Hero Does Nothing to Stop Car Jackings!"

Ruby: W-Wait, hang on. That's not fair-

Weiss: The Stinger broke out of prison.

Lisa: "The Red Hero Lets Bad Guy Friends Get Away!"

Ruby: Now hold on a second-

Weiss: The headmaster of Beacon Academy was diagnosed with cancer.

Lisa: My god...

Ruby: See, Mrs. Lavender! It's just not possible that-

Lisa: ...The Red Hero gave that poor bastard cancer.

Ruby: ...How?

Lisa: "The Red Hero Giving People Cancer!" That's the best headline I've heard in my life!

Ruby: How would she even do that, though?!

Lisa: Ah, you're not opening your mind to the possibilities, Rose! She can split into tiny rose petals, so you shouldn't put anything past her! C'mon! Keep 'em coming!

Weiss: Uh, people have been throwing trash into the ocean.

Lisa: "The Red Hero Pollutes Remnant Water Supply!"

Ruby: Mrs. Lavender, just hold on-!

Weiss: Dust sales went up 15%.

Lisa: "The Red Hero Raises Dust Prices!"

Ruby: How would she- Actually, you know, it might not be a bad thing. I mean, those miners are being treated so poorly, so maybe she's looking out for them?

Lisa: Damn, I didn't think of that. "The Red Hero Ranked Worst Humanitarian on Remnant!"

Ruby: Are you honestly telling me The Red Hero cares less about people than Jacques fucking Schnee?!

Lisa: Now you see the problem!

Ruby: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

Weiss: Taxes are up.

Lisa: "The Red Hero Raises Taxes!"

Weiss: There's a lot of gang violence.

Lisa: "The Red Hero Leading Gang War!"

Weiss: Uh, my nana is in the hospital.

Lisa: "The Red Hero Wants to Kill Your Grandma!"

Weiss: Oh! There's been an increase in Grimm activity!

Lisa: BINGO! We have a winner! "The Red Hero Hates-"

Ruby: ENOUGH!

Lisa: Excuse me-

Ruby: NO! You listen to me, Lavender! People rely on our network for the news, for their information! It's people like you in your position that makes the average citizen lose faith in everything in this world. You're a worse person than you make The Red Hero out to be. Dammit, Lisa, how can you stand for this?

Lisa: I can't.

Ruby: O-Oh! So there is reasoning with you!

Lisa: No, Rose, I mean I can't stand. Like, at all. Physically, I cannot stand.

Ruby: You... You can't stand?

Lisa: Honestly, Rose, when was the last time you saw Lisa Lavender standing up and walking around? NOT behind this desk or the camera? I have been sitting for so long that my legs don't work.

Ruby: Oh god...

Lisa: I eat, sleep, and shit here, Rose. You wonder why I'm so pissed off at the world? At The Red Hero? Because I'm sitting here, paralyzed, while she's out there, flying around all fucking carefree.

Ruby: But why-

Lisa: I haven't seen my husband in three years, Rose! But he understands that! He understands the kind of woman I am to make sacrifices like- (Phone rings) Oh, speak of the Grimm! He's probably calling to congratulate me on my pursuit of the truth!

Lisa: (Picks up) Hello, Roman! ...Yes? ...Yes. ...Alright, thank you. (Hangs up)

Lisa: New headline; "The Red Hero Ends Marriage of 22 Years".

Ruby: ...

Lisa: Tagline; "He's taking the kids."

[hoagster]

alright HERE are the new courtyard managers now featuring

Fleecer the Boardbot

Muckraker the Politibot (politibots made by ManectricBound on reddit, design made by Smokin' Foreman on youtube.)

Gatecrasher the Spybot (spybots made by @cogmics)

Startgazer the Astrobot

[feely-touchy]

One foul fumble of my zipper gut and I'll be emptied

I've become so hollowed already anyways lately

Always dealing with the fleecers and fleabags

I've been beaten with the broom for good measure

Taken to task for talking tall

It's clear where I stand now

Kicked down and sheared with the best of them

Press-ganged in with the black sheep battalion

Made to watch the wolves walk their paces at the watchtowers

I'm no longer longing for adventure or to satiate my sense of justice

I'm looking for peace in her hiding places

Told to bring my shovel

Listen for the ringing of a bell

Bring my gun too

That there's not enough of her loving arms to go around

But I cannot bring myself to look at what might be left of her

So I swallow hard

Empty air

Into a chasm where my turning stomach was once there

Yet the relief won't come

So I breathe in like I'm drowning

Becoming lightheaded

As if I can suddenly see the lines between here and heaven

How horrible they are to be so small and impassible

If only I could become weightless

If only I could empty enough to fall up

If only I were clean

If only God were kind

I could forgive this blight built up inside of me

[gdmbrwiththerealcrew2]

Day 6 - we’ve had our rest day, will we be exhausted after our ride?

We broke camp by 7:30am. We rerouted to shave a couple city miles off the route. About the first 10 miles were on pavement headed towards the start of our climbs. We rode through rural Butte. Larger homesteads but not ranches. We turned into what seamed like a regional park area when we first reached gravel. In the park, the trailhead had at least a dozen cars for hikers and mountain bikers.

We left the road onto single track that lead to a rail trail. We cruised past a number of interpretive signs for the railway. We also saw views of a lush green valley that the trail paralleled.

From the rail trail, we climbed on to single track that required just a bit of hike-a-bike. Next came some double track which popped us out on a paved road with views of yet another mountain range and valley. So far, we were all doing great with the varied terrain.

Yes, this was part of our route.

Popped out of single track here.

Climbing, we ultimately ended up with views of Butte and the route we traveled. Butte was recognizable by the big pit that sits on the east side of town. The landscape leading up to Butte was lovely with blue lakes, dark forests, green pastures, and rolling hills. Finally at over 25 miles into our ride we crested at over 7,300’.

Butte in the distance

As we continued our first climb.

The first 5 miles of our descent was mellow and scenic. Then we had a steep multi-mile descent into a huge north-south valley bisected by interstate 15. The valley was all green pasture with forested mountaintops.

We came down the gravel line in the middle of the photo to cross under I15

We crossed under I15 onto a paved frontage road and our second big climb of the day began at a moderate incline. We turned left towards Fleecer Mountain and we were hit in the face with a strong wind. It literally pushed me and my bike across the road at one point. We were fully exposed to the sun and wind for a couple miles.

The wind finally mellowed when we’re rode into the forested area that we would be in for the next few hours. The road’s incline was greater than our earlier climb. We stopped at a campground for water and some lunch at about 2pm. We had been riding for about 6.5 hours at that point and still had another hour of climbing.

Beyond the wind.

While getting water a local gent pulled up and struck up a conversation. We discussed everything from edible plants to mountain lions and inconsiderate people. He was friendly and his dog enjoyed our company. It was interesting to hear him say that logging chased away the elk herd and he hasn’t seen a moose in quite some time. Also, we learned that he carves moose antlers for a living so he would know that there were few around.

Pushing on for the last stretch of our climb we knew we had a challenge ahead of us but had no idea how big. Fleecer Ridge is notorious for its descent to the South but we had no idea about the climb that precedes it.

We rounded a bend to see a 12-15% grade for half mile in front of us. I made it 90% up when a fly flew in my mouth and I lost focus. The flies, by the way, were consuming us as we rode. Jose and David had similar success.

The Fleecer climb.

Climbing done for the day… over 5,200’ elevation gain reaching over 7,700’ altitude.

On top of the ridge. Almost done for the day.

Now the part that we had all been waiting for. We dropped in to the side of the ridge knowing we’d be walking switchbacks soon. Jose went in first and I followed. The trail had lots of loose rocks and dirt. It was extremely difficult to get any grip with our tires. Brakes slowed us but didn’t stop us. We slid down about a quarter mile before it just got too steep.

Down Fleecer

Jose got jammed up and performed an acrobatic maneuver jumping over his bike as the rear wheel slid forward like a jackknifed truck. He did a couple rolls and popped back up with a few cuts and bruised. Having watched all that action, I hopped off the bike and started inching down until I had to start taking wide sweeps through the sagebrush to cut out the steepness of the hill. David followed a similar path. We dropped over 1,000’ of elevation in less than a mile.

Once off the most treacherous part, we made our way over rocky terrain to pavement and ultimately, to Wise River. There, we had the choice of sleeping in the community center or a private cabin behind the local saloon. We chose the cabin with a 1 minute walk to the saloon. Burgers for dinner and a couple beers and we were good to go. Sleep came easy.

[nijjhar]

Matt 10v7-13:- In Christ Jesus, we are the Royal Priests of our Mother H... Matt 10v7-13:- In Christ Jesus, we are the Royal Priests of our Mother Holy Spirit praising Ellohim. https://youtu.be/cNjYDMXPGOU Holy Gospel according to Saint Matthew 10,7-13. Jesus said to his Apostles, the Inner 12: “As you go, make this proclamation: “The Royal Kingdom of Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc.,” and not the kingdom of heaven of the Rabbis, the Messianic Jews, the legacy of the sacked Husbandmen of the Winepress, the Temple that coined corrupted moral laws to suit the whims of the crooked Temple Priests to fleece the devotees, is at hand. Cure the sick, raise the dead, cleanse lepers that ONLY the Sons of Elohim could do, whilst the Prophet Elisha dared not to heal the crooked Temple Priests who had fleeced the devotees so much that they got leprosy in the next birth, but still didn’t repent, and remained great crooked fleecers as the two stubborn greedy Disciples of Prophet Elisha fleeced Naaman of the expensive presents, drive out demons. Without cost you have received; without cost you are to give." That is why Prophet Elisha didn’t accept the presents from the Syrian General Naaman. That is, you do not need to go to a University to be Drunk with the Old Wine, the corrupted dead letters desiring not the New Wine Freshly Brewed through “logical reasoning” over your heart as stressed by St. Paul in 2Corn.v3; the Gospel cannot be written down in ink on paper as the Scriptures are, but over the living Tablet, the hearts seeking the Gospel Truth. Do not take gold or silver or copper for your belts, thief Judas Iscariot was tempted by Mammon and stole money from the Purse as these hireling Dog-Collared Priests today do in the Churches, the Synagogues of Mammon do and proclaim the soldiers who died in the two world wars for the sake of Mammon are proclaimed to have glorified our loving and merciful God. The Church of England is a typical example, while the people of God exercising “Agape”, the Salvation Army proclaims that their soldiers died for the King and Country, the Gospel Truth but they are much hated; no Scriptures, the Jewish Leaven, the Bible as the Gospel Originates from the heart of the person has been changed to sack for the journey, or a second tunic, or sandals, or walking stick. The labourer deserves his keep is a corruption and the ruling hireling Dog-Collared Priests become a “Parasite” to the devotees worse than the sacked Temple Priests as St. Paul earned his own living by making Tents for the comforts of people and not guns to kill the people as these hireling Dog-Collared Priests blessed the war ships of their Mammon Masters to kill and bring in wealth to make them rich in Mammon. Whatever town or village you enter, look for a worthy person in it, who has ears to listen to the Bitter Gospel Truth such as the prisoners in the jail who lent their ears to the praises of our Supernatural Father of our supernatural “souls”, sung by St. Paul and Silas that were badly beaten by the Mammon infested town officials and were set FREE, stay there to Empty your Load of the Gospel Truth until you leave. That is why Christ Jesus stayed with the family of poor Lazarus to Empty His Heart Full of the Gospel Treasures that Mary Magdalene much enjoyed. As you enter a house, wish it peace by proclaiming “Shalom”. If the house is worthy, let your peace in which you Preach the Gospel Truth, “Agape” come upon it; if not, let your peace return to you, and move to another place desiring the Bitter Gospel Truth such as the Jew is a spiritual self, “Inwardly” of heart and not the physical tribal self “outwardly” that is born and dies. Thus, not a single Jew, Hindu, Sikh, Muslim, etc. is ever born or died but the tribal selves Judah, Levi, Benjamin, Jatt, Khatri, etc. in Adam, the Flesh, were born and they died in the sectarian riots created by the sweeter than honey “Falsehoods called KOORR in Punjabi and Kuffar in Arabic”, which the psychic clever evil-spirited politicians, Al-Djmar Al-Aksa exploit to win the elections. A typical example was President Morsi of Egypt, who exploited the ever-faithful to Abraham and Yahweh sons of Ishmael in the name of Islam and won the election, but he was jailed by the ever-faithful sons of Ishmael. Whereas the Iran is the victim of this most powerful Satan and they will suffer the most. Let us see what will happen during the ensuing Atomic War which is expected on 14 May 2030 when Israel is 82 years old; Israel established on 14 May 1948 + 7 x 10 = 70 years of Synedrion Quorum in Yahweh + 7 years of John, the Baptist, Menorah, Water of Yahweh and finally the 5 years of Christ Jesus of the heart, “Blood of Christ = Elohim” in which Blasphemy counts and Super Hitler Putin will destroy the Blasphemous USA and the West who destroyed Iraq, the homeland of Abraham, a Noble Man as expected of the sons of Satan, and Libya for no WMD were found, a white lie of the “Saltless” white man." Here is a video on the German Hitler, who killed the “Sinner” Jews outwardly unfaithful to...

[qubixo1]

The Lestyinin A Israelite Israel's deaths the West Death is not available | Always respectable

At the beginning of February, Israel’s strengths jumping to the fleecers to West Bank and started crawling houses, shots and shook roads. The Nur shadows are outside Tulkarem’s north of Tulkarem, which has been rejected to wake up Israel’s range of Israel, especially in the rush of thulkarem. Tulkarem’s harsh and NR Shams in Shams has offered thousands of people in many days. Hamdan Fahmawi shops…

[great-photography-attributed]

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[bikingboly-richard]

After Fleecer Ridge, we asked lots of questions of southbound riders about lava mountain - another (in)famous part of the route. The vast majority said it was not worth the "experience" to drag your bike over volcánic rocks. So, after a relatively easy morning, lunch in Basin, shopping in Boulder (unsuccessfully for a sleigh/jingle Bell), we hit the highway, stopping at Clancy.

Clancy is the home of Chubby s bar and grill, where we had dinner and watched the rodeo channel.

But first we saw the volunteer fire Dept was grilling and readying to test all their hoses. Catching the chief in a festive mood, we asked if we could pitch a tent behind the fire house. Sure!

The mini park there was riddled with rodent holes, but fortunately, none got into our stuff

[halfwayanywhere]

Tour Divide Day 7: Today, the Tour Divide passes another notable section, Fleecer Ridge. After Koko Claims (Day 1) and The Wall (Day 3), this is the one other (specific) section I’ve heard of. This is a steep descent (or, for northbound riders, ascent), clocking a -26% grade. If that means nothing to you, know it’s steeper than most people would want to ride a bicycle down. I am most people. That said, it’s far less of an obstacle than Koko Claims or The Wall. I walk my bike down without much issue and, hopefully, without much damage to my brake pads. I imagine this would be trickier at night or in terrible weather, but I hit it mid-day. At a highway junction, I meet a rider from Canada, whom I stop to talk to. He tells me he’s scratching (that’s fancy biker talk for quitting the race). I try to convince him to take a day off in town and see how he feels instead, but he’s adamant; he’s done. The struggle is real. I consider pushing to Lima, Montana - the next town (and a Continental Divide Trail town) - but it’s getting late, and at a certain point, it makes more sense to sleep than ride until sunrise. Once it’s past midnight and the temperature approaches what I suspect is freezing, it’s time to camp. Side note: rabbits are constantly running in front of my bike and trying to kill me. My hopes the cold weather was over have been dashed; I am grateful I purchased extra layers in Fernie on Day 2. Today breaks yesterday’s record of my most elevation gain in a day (ever), and breaks my previous single-longest day record of 155 mi / 250 km (when I rode across the Australian Outback with nearly zero elevation and on pavement). It’s wild how quickly riding 100+ mi / 160+ km daily becomes routine. Tomorrow, if everything goes to plan (there’s no guarantee), I’ll finish up Montana. I heard someone say that if you can make it through Montana, you can make it all the way. I have no idea how true this is, but I’ll take it. I’ll keep telling myself, “Tomorrow will be easier.” Unfortunately, “tomorrow I’ll be more tired” also applies. Butte, Montana to random campsite Distance: 159.55 mi / 256.77 km Elevation Gain: 11,591 ft / 3,533 m #tourdivide2024 #tourdivide

[xserpx]

She’d been called a scammer, a fleecer, a cheat, a thief, a bitch, a thieving bitch, a ferrety fuck, a lying weasel, and those were only the ones she’d taken as compliments. She’d never, far as she could remember, been called a princess. Not even in the least funny jest.

I love Alex already. Michael is on thin ice, I don't trust him at all, even though - or especially because - he's a smug, handsome badass type. I can't wait to read more about him.

‘He is a Knight Templar in the sworn service of her Holiness,’ said Cardinal Zizka, which was far from an explanation and even further from a comfort. ‘A man of long experience.’

‘Long.’ The one word growled from the knight’s immobile mouth like a handful of old gravel between new mill wheels.

Oop! Looks like we found the immortal knight 👀 Classic Abercrombie staple: big scarred man.

I love the way Diaz walks back his ambitions as he realises he's in over his head 😆 Both he and Alex are a mess and I'm excited to see where their stories take them. Now I wonder if we'll get Jakob & Baptiste's POVs, of whether the Devils themselves will all be non-POVs, though I do recall Joe saying somewhere there would be several POVs... 🤔 Hmm! Time will tell...

Read the new GollanczFest sample book excerpt of the Devils and it seems promising! It will be interesting to see if Diaz is a main POV or not, I really like him but I wouldn't be surprised if his little accident at the end is actually quite a big accident and the POV switches after that 😆. I'd like to think he makes it to his meeting, though.

I love the title of Part 1: Worst. Princess. Ever.

The only names we know so far are Diaz & Alex. Both seem like quite common names (though probably in-keeping with the reimagined medieval setting?), so it'll be interesting to see if that will be the case for the rest of the cast. Bearing in mind the title of Part 1, I think maybe there's some conscious anachronism happening, though? Need more data!

Am I going to massively overhype this book despite all my best efforts, like how I did with TWOC? Almost definitely. But I am excited!!

[tippletipple-blog]

Shane Casey spills flat deece on Finnegan’s floor