#insane goals

[anarchistettin]

#Watching the fleeing goal is enough to drive a gal insane.

100% acknowledged. I wanted you to know specifically that, I thought it over several beats before a reblog, and I came down on this:

there are multiple directions for insanity to proceed in

“Is it possible to turn things around by 2050? The answer is absolutely yes,” says Kai Chan, a professor at the Institute for Resources, Environment and Sustainability at the University of British Columbia.

Many scientists have been telling us how the world will look like, if we don’t act now. However, others, like Chan, are tracking what success might look like.

They are not simply day-dreamers either. They aren’t being too optimistic. They are putting together road maps for how to safely get to the planet envisioned in the 2015 Paris Agreement, where temperatures hold at 1.5 degrees Celsius higher than before we started burning fossil fuels, this article from July states.

“Three decades is enough to do a lot of important things. In the next few years—if we get started on them—they will pay dividends in the coming decades,” says Chan, the lead author of the chapter on achieving a sustainable future in a recent UN report that predicted the possible extinction of a million species.

Making these changes won’t mean years of being poor, cold and hungry before things get comfortable again, the scientists insist. They say that if we start acting seriously NOW, we stand a decent chance of transforming society without huge disruption. 

No doubt, it will take a massive switch in society’s energy use. But without us noticing, that’s already happening. Not fast enough, maybe, but it is. Solar panels and offshore wind power plummet in price.  Iceland and Paraguay have stripped the carbon from their grids, according to a new energy outlook report from Bloomberg. Europe is on track to be 90 per cent carbon-free by 2040. And Ottawa says that Canada is already at 81 per cent, thanks to hydro, nuclear, wind and solar. 

Decarbonizing the whole economy is within grasp. We can do this.

“If we have five years of really sustained efforts, making sure we reorient our businesses and our governments toward sustainability, then from that point on, this transition will seem quite seamless. Because it will just be this gradual reshaping of options,” Chan says, adding: “All these things seem very natural when the system is changing around you.”

[the-ic-corner]

What a joy to have Ekitike and Marmoush on the team 🖤

[nuncamuere]

leave the front line to the cavalry

[plagueislost]

petition to let bernard be crazy in canon. your honor theyre a conspiracy theorist and a stalker theyre perfect for each other

[midnight-stormm]

8-5 with sidemen winning the game! That was a fun match to watch!

[lil-vibes]

Life footage of me grinding god tears for 2 days straight in my new safe + narilamb being sickeningly soft

[literarymagicfloatingonclouds]

Senior Thesis Project Update

So this week has been good for working on the novel. I finally hit 10k words in the project, which feels really good. I have also gotten myself into a bit of a routine and have been able to write around 1,200 words the last three days.

I am hoping to get some notecards written today, with the hope of planing out a good chunk of the novel. The goal is to make the writing easier down the line and help keep track of what happens in each chapter.

I still don't know if this novel will break 100,000 words but here is the hill I will be dying on lol.

[obsob]

once more around the sun!! :3

[lenarose6]

this

[nomsfaultau]

Dark sbi where Tommy accidentally kidnaps Philza, not knowing he’s a crime lord. And he swears it was an accident! He just, you know, panicked. Tommy and Tubbo were just minding their own business slapping graffiti on a building (practicing their art skills, you see) when a cop started screeching at them, apparently not an appreciator of the fine arts. And since Mrs. Innit would KILL him if he got arrested, Tommy panics and takes a hostage, shouting at the cop not to take a step further or he’ll kill the random civilian he’s ducked behind so he can’t get shot.

Meanwhile Philza isn’t entirely paying attention, and realizes there’s suddenly a small child sheltering behind him from a cop. He gives the cop the nastiest look imaginable, which causes them to back off enough that Tommy thinks his plan is working. Once the negotiations start Philza is baffled by who would have the gall to kidnap him, and so poorly at that. Frankly it’s an umbrage to face the work of an amateur.

Well, till the abductor asks his name. “…do you not know who I am.?”

Tommy squints at the guy. His suit looks kinda fancy? Is it better or worse for him if he managed to randomly capture some Wall Street schmuck? “Hell no,” he hisses. “And I don’t care. I’m a dangerous guy alright? You don’t know what I’ll do to you.”

Philza’s laugh causes the cop to advance, wagering the situation isn’t intense. But because Tubbo’s ‘Yes And’ game is a force to be reckoned with, he casually pulls out a nerf gun (painted to look real for a prank on Ranboo) and trains it on the cop. Philza is positively delighted as he realizes just how amateur his abductors are. Oh this will be a riot to watch.

With more bluffing than Tommy knew he had in him, promising the hostage 20 bucks if he pretended to go along with it, the pure manic chaos bleeding from Tubbo’s eyes and ample gun waving, and creative use of spray paint in the eyes of the chasing cops, Tommy and Tubbo somehow manage to book it. For some reason the hostage keeps up with them instead of escaping. Huh. Can you develop Stockholm syndrome that fast? Tommy would ask, but he’s panting from sprinting. And as they live in an unjust world, hostage guy isn’t even breaking a sweat despite the three piece suit.

“You’re not going to get far on foot,” Philza murmurs. As corrupt and useless as the cops are for most things in this city, he doesn’t imagine there’d actually be that much fuss over a random man being kidnapped, but he wonders what they’ll do if spooked a little more. It’s been amusing thus far. The boys bicker, then elect to force him to drive as neither have licenses. They don’t ask him to drive to their homes, instead some secondary location. Smart, albeit Philza will definitely know both addresses within the hour.

While Tommy is busy ‘threatening’ Philza about the consequences of not getting them there, Tubbo just leans over from a bag of chips he’s munching on and offers them to Phil. Tommy rounds on him, less for showing exploitable kindness to the hostage and more for eating the Doritos that were meant to be his. Philza almost chides them for revealing each other’s names, but decides it might just be easier to hand them notes at the end of this. So far they aren’t getting a passing grade in abduction. But he has to admit it’s far more entertaining than the ‘business’ meeting he was planning to attend.

(Techno, meanwhile, hasn’t heard from Philza and is going BALLISTIC trying to figure out who kidnapped him. From the police report Phil just kinda went along with it, and looked terrified after a private exchange with the abductor, which has to mean the threat is ungodly to convince the Angel of Death to submit. Techno’s about to have a panic attack imagining the unthinkable horrors happening to his best friend, and is only holding it off by doing atrocities about it. This is the THIRD secret criminal organization he’s ripped apart in the last two hours and PHILZA ISNT HERE EITHER!?)

Philza has decided he likes his kidnappers. They’re not experienced in the slightest, but they make up for it with bravado, determination, and a certain lack of rationality that is necessary in the line of business Philza is in. Yes. They’ll do nicely if given a little guidance.

It’s half an hour before either of them notice Philza is driving aimlessly and they don’t recognize the city around them at all. “Hm? Next time I don’t recommend you give the hostage control of the vehicle. I could have immediately driven to the police station.”

Tommy frowns, almost more nervous at the implication the obvious blackmail would go unused. “…why didn’t you?”

“There’s no love lost between the cops and I. And even more importantly, you amuse me. I like your…potential.” He grins at the soft click of Tommy covertly trying the handle and finding the car doors locked. “Getting out at this speed is almost always fatal, Tommy.”

Tubbo lifts the muzzle of the fake gun towards him. “Let us go right. now.”

Philza leans over, ruffling Tubbo’s hair. The teen gulps at the glimpse of the holster Philza’s jacket was hiding, sharing a wide eyed look with Tommy. “I’m not exactly scared of foam bullets, mate.” He chuckles lowly at the tension freezing both of them. “Relax. You’ll be home by dinner. After you went through all the effort of kidnapping me to avoid trouble with your parents, I don’t intend to ruin it. I like you two; you have spunk I don’t see often. After all, it takes a lot of guts to kidnap the leader of the Syndicate.”

[wishchip106]

gay people and their need to judge and stare ominously at everyone else

and then gayly look deeply into each other’s eyes

[0fps]

JANE DOE ❖ undercover r&b

The big bad daddy who cussed you out every day is gone and yet you still miss him. What are you, a bunch of daddy's boys?

[zen-not-a-llama]

will i ever shut up about her? no!

[elodieunderglass]

Hi, Elodie —

I have been allowed to fire a number of replica historical firearms and am happy to share my method.

Find your local reenactors (they may only be semi-local) for the period you want or as close as feasible. Go to an event. Meet the reenactors and explain your needs. Someone will almost certainly let you have a go, with blanks obviously, on-site or at a later time in a less-populous place, depending.

They will ABSOLUTELY talk you through the steps, care, and features of their weapon and let you hold it and take photos.

Warning: they will try to recruit you and they’re a ridiculously fun bunch so it might well work.

(In reference to this post - They need to do that thing where actual professionals in certain fields have seminars for writers but with letting historical... – @elodieunderglass on Tumblr)

That's absolutely lovely, thank you so much! Hey @werewolfetone - here's something for you!

I myself am not super interested in firearms! I can shoot tin cans with an air rifle and perceive that as being perfectly sufficient. if I ever write a story with guns in it - just watch out, if you're beer-can-shaped, that's all I can tell you. you'll also be like "what about the gunpowder elodie" and I'll be like "air's good enough for me and it's good enough for you. I don't like percussive noises. AU without gunpowder."

My husband is good at them - firearms, I mean. Percussive noises also, I suppose. Upon moving to America, he took them (firearms) up as a hobby, was adopted by all sorts of deeply odd older men, took some progressively specific tactical courses, and placed unexpectedly highly in some semiprofessional competitions.

I remember conservative older American guys being absolutely bewildered that foreign nationals like Dr Glass technically shouldn't be allowed to, like, purchase their own home-defense cannon or become licensed arms dealers or go on Secret Courses or whatever the hell they kept encouraging him to do. "I'm English, stop arming me," he'd say, but they wouldn't.

when we moved over to resolve our two-body problem, the old man gun friends were so disbelieving that Dr Glass could TRULY permanently returning to Europe that one of them kept and stored his guns for him for years, and only recently sold them on his behalf.

anyway some of them were indeed re-enactors and they would be fully like. hey dr glass would you like to come along. you can be a good guy if he like. and he was like. can you please stop arming the british (me). thanks for your enthusiasm though. thanks.

where was I going with this? thank you.

[pumpkincalico]

POV the son of a war criminal, an apostate on the run, a banished elf, a dead dwarf, a drunk dwarf, and a possessed rotting corspe walk into your tavern wyd

[th1rstf0rbl00d]

*romantically stabs him*