#joe madre

[iravaid]

Drew a bunch of NPCs and PCs from the zombie apocalypse ttrpg i'm in, and now they're compiled in height order. Indiana is full of tall people, unforch

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[mrwannabeee]

Um guys I promise I'm a good person(ish) I just uh I like women what can I say (I'm not a cis man guys I promise I'm not gross)

Credits: @wweuk

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[aboutbeverages]

Our latest podcast is now up on YouTube! Sprecher Brewing Root Beer, Madre Mezcal Mushroom, Sage and Honey Desert Water and Trader Joe's Reserve Horse Heaven Hills Cabernet Sauvignon Syrah 2022.

[bumblesimagines]

Love Quinn

maybe we could try going on a proper date this time.

by the time i woke up, you were gone.

i didn't have time to get involved in anyone.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical You warnings, mentions of the murders of Delilah and James, mentions of grief over spouse's death, mentions of wanting to cheat/have an affair

"Oh, Love!" 

The automatic deep inhale the brunette had to do only made her rethink her choice to move to Madre Linda. She thought a quaint small town with beautiful suburbs and far from the mess left behind in LA would help her settle into her new life as a mother and wife. If only the real estate agent had mentioned the irritating vipers itching to drain the life out of anyone who stepped foot inside the town.

Plastering on her most genuine-looking fake smile, she spun around to face Sherry and her minions. "Hey! How are you?" She asked, her voice going higher in pitch as she leaned in to hug Sherry and each of her equally fake friends. They all smiled back at her, their smiles full of feigned glee and eyes eager to find anything amiss. 

"We're doing amazing now that our favorite florist is back in town," Sherry revealed, her arms looping around Love's and pulling her along. The giggles and whispers exchanged by the other girls, along with their big coy smiles, told Love Madre Linda's florist was either the most miserable man around or the happiest. 

"So, The Lotus is finally open for business?" Love questioned, her memory flickering back to all the times she passed by the prettily decorated flower shop in town where the sign on the window always remained flipped on 'closed'. Every once in a while, she'd catch an elderly woman shuffling into the shop and spraying some of the plants with water, but the only time Love managed to catch her for a chat, she'd only been told the shop was closed until the owner returned from out of state.

Sherry nodded eagerly, her soft pink-tinted lips stretching out into what Love could only describe as a flirtatious smile. "(Y/N)! Ugh, my god, you missed so much, sweetheart!" 

Immediately, Love's eyes darted forward, her desire to rush back into Joe's arms and complain about their neighbors zapping out of her when she laid eyes on a man she'd been searching for since James's death. She'd searched for him high and low, visiting each social media site she could think of in desperate search of any information, but of course, no first name was ever truly unique. Her friends in LA had told her the obsession was unhealthy, something caused by her grief that forced her to latch onto him; they never truly did learn of the real her.

The memories remained vivid in her mind but how could they not when it was all she ever thought about? Joe had been a lovely distraction, a revelation that others who loved as deeply as she did exist, but she often let her mind wander onto the man who'd strolled into Anavrin with a quiet demeanor and an aura of mystery. She'd been deep in her grief and guilt over James's death when he appeared in the doorway, the light of the setting sun casting an angelic halo over him that drew her eyes to him instantaneously. She'd been a goner the second their eyes met and while she'd been able to enjoy his presence the following days, he disappeared the day after she finally learned how his lips tasted and his hands felt on exposed skin.

"I'm sure I did, Sher." (Y/N) released a quiet sigh heavy with exhaustion and turned his back to the snack table to face them. He looked over each of the women present with lips pulled into a faint polite smile until they locked eyes, and Love felt that rush go through her veins. She'd felt it with Joe once in LA but it'd simmered down immensely after Delilah's death and Henry's birth. 

"This is Love Quinn-Goldberg," Sherry lightly squeezed her arm. "She and her husband, Joe, moved in while she was expecting their adorable little son, Henry. Love, this is (Y/N) (L/N), our resident florist. He can be a little grumpy at first but trust me, he's a gem once he warms up to you."

From the way (Y/N) squinted his eyes slightly and pursed his lips, Love assumed Sherry certainly hadn't reached that point yet. 

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Quinn-Goldberg," He stuck his hand out, the familiar warmth of his touch surrounding her when they shook hands; a warmth she'd once felt when his hands had touched her skin, palms pressing against her and fingers gripping firmly yet gently enough to avoid leaving marks. "You can pop by The Lotus any time and I'd be happy to help with whatever you need."

"Thank you," Love spoke softly. "A-And Love is fine. Quinn-Goldberg can be a mouthful." 

"Well-"

"Actually," Love interrupted Sherry swiftly, wriggling her arm free and stepping forward, the subtle smell of his cologne hitting her like a truck. "I, uhm.." She swallowed thickly. "A friend of mine is hosting an event and she's been asking if I knew anyone who could help with floral decorations. Would you mind if I asked you some questions so I can relay back to her?" 

(Y/N) stared at her in silence, glancing away to spare the other women the smallest bit of attention before nodding. "Yeah, sure, come this way."

His hand landed on her midback, high enough to appear polite but the touch still sent a shiver down her spine. Her lips pressed tightly together in hopes of fighting back the urge to smile, her eyes angled toward the ground as they walked out of the backyard and into a more quiet spot within the house. She hardly knew the hosts of the party but they'd been kind enough to send her and Joe an invitation to their tenth wedding anniversary so she felt inclined to accept, and boy was she glad she had.

Sparing a glance over her shoulder and raking her fingers through her hair a few times to tame the strands that'd gone rogue, Love subtly took in a deep breath and faced him in the hallway, her back pressing to the wall. She drank him in for the first time in a long time and felt a nostalgia and feeling of familiarity she dearly missed in the chaos of a new home and new faces. 

"I never thought I'd see you again after.. after everything that happened. I-I thought we'd had a good time together and then by the time I woke up, you were gone. I hoped you'd show up again but you never did." Love's brows furrowed slightly. "What happened?"

"It's.. complicated, I guess. I went to LA to escape this nightmare of a place and figure out what I wanted to make of my life. I didn't have time to get involved with anyone, not when I barely knew what do to with myself." (Y/N) sighed heavily, his hands slipping into the pockets of his coat and his head tilting back to gaze over the ceiling. "It was shitty to leave like that but my grandmother called me to ask me to take over the shop for her here and I thought maybe it was a sign that I was meant to stay here. LA was hectic, anyway. At least Madre Linda is predictable, and that's probably the only comfort I can give you about this place."

Love chuckled breathlessly, a certain exhaustion lingering in the air. "Maybe... maybe we could try going on a proper date this time.. a- a friendly one, at least. You're the only person here I know and the only one I can trust not to gossip about me." A friendly date... that could lead to more. She could feel Joe pulling away from her with each passing day, it was only fair she had her own fun.

[fals3nd]

forty is an easy smile and a tip of the head at joe. "are lovey and henry out?" he knows damn well they are - love's car is conspicuously absent from the parking lot. a hand holding a large brown paper bag is raised. it's stamped with the brand of some upscale baby clothing and accoutrement brand. forty quinn ; trendy as always. "i come bearing gifts for my favorite nephew."

❛ forty. always a pleasure. ❜ it was not. ❛ what brings you to our humble abode ? ❜ joe has not moved out of the doorway , still affectively blocking forty from coming inside. love is out &* about with henry , leaving joe alone for once. ( recommended by their therapist. ) seems the universe had other plans. / @fals3nd , ♡'d

[littleadaline]

Not An Ache [F.T7]

Warnings: 🤰🤰

Word count: 2.08k

A/N: yall know the resemblance between Joe and this piece of work? They’re both sloppy (sloppy Joe) 🙈🙊

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“Do you see yourself with kids? I mean, unless you and Ferran haven’t brought up the subject yet.” Sara Gündogan asked you as she sipped on her coffee. You had made it a tradition to meet with her for coffee on Saturdays, taking the opportunity to catch up on each other’s lives.

“We have talked about it, and we’re both into the idea. But just can’t seem to agree on a… timeline? I mean, he’s not pressuring me or anything, but he wants to start soon and I’d rather wait a few more years. I finally got promoted at work and it feels as if everything I have dreamed of was finally given to me. I just want the opportunity to soak it all up.” You stirred your coffee, your attention diverting to the kids on the playground.

“I get it. Remember, you should never be rushed into this, the both of you should take your time into thinking about this.” She reassured you. The rest of your morning went by smoothly, with your coffee date ending before 12, leaving you plenty of time to run to the grocery store for some quick errands. As you were about to check out, a small voice in your head begged for mustard. Leaving your items with a confused cashier, you ran to get the mustard before coming back to pay for your items. Pulling into yours and Ferran’s house, you noticed his parked car in the driveway. Collecting the bags from the trunk, you waddled home. Inside, it was fairly quiet, the faint sound of the shower being heard across the open space. As usual, Ferran’s sports bag was left unattended near the entryway, tripping you as you came in.

“Puta madre.” You mumbled, massaging your knee. Mumbling under your breath, you didn’t hear Ferran come into the room.

“Lemme take care of this.” He grabbed the bag and walked into the laundry room. You collected the rest of the groceries and unloaded the bags before settling on the couch, a blanket covering you. In that short second he had come and gone, your body did a 180º. You felt chills run across your body, your legs losing strength by the second. Ferran came back into the room, dressed in a t-shirt and some shorts. While you both disagreed on the temperature of the house, it was the first time Ferran had seen you entirely engulfed by a blanket, your coat still on.

“Bebe are you cold? Are you feeling sick?” Ferran brought a hand to your forehead, feeling for fever.

Underneath the blanket, you felt like 1 million degrees, thick beads of sweat rolling from your forehead and onto your back. The air was suddenly thicker than usual, and the smell of Ferran’s body wash made you queasy. Everything felt brighter, louder; Ferran’s words stuck to your ears. Your body was going into sensory overload… Recognizing an all too familiar feeling, you pushed Ferran’s body out of the way before you ran to the bathroom. Emptying the content of your coffee date, you clutched at the trash can as you sobbed. Ferran barged right behind you, putting your hair into a bun.

“Let’s get this off.” He took off your coat, throwing it in the laundry bin. You heard the closet open and the faucet run before you felt the cold towel across your face. “Let it out my love. Breathe in.” Ferran calmed you down. He held you as you shivered, getting off the remaining vomit with the towel before throwing it into the same pile as your coat. You stayed into his arms until you calmed down. “Let’s get you into something comfortable.” Ferran took your hand.

Upstairs, he sat you on the bed as he rummaged for one of his hoodies and basketball shorts, which he knew you liked to steal whenever he was playing away. Handing you the clothes, Ferran closed the blinds, allowing for full darkness to take over the room.

“I’ll go make you some tea for your stomach.” He left you alone in the room with your racing thoughts.

A few minutes went by before you heard the familiar sound of his slides on the stairs. The door opened and Ferran came in the room with a cup of tea and anti-nausea medication.

“Medication’s for later,” He said, realizing you were staring at the little beige pill. “What did you have for brunch today?” He asked as he settled under the covers with you, his head on your chest.

“Um… A coffee with oat cream and a raspberry danish. Nothing unusual.”

“Must be a stomach bug or something. At least you’ve gotten it all out. You should just rest up. I’ll take care of supper today.” With that, Ferran left you to rest. You had finally closed your eyes when the sensory overload kicked in again.

“Ferran!” You called out for him in a shaky voice.

Upon hearing your voice, Ferran dropped the vegetables and ran upstairs, and into the room. He found you rolled up on the bed, thick beads of sweat running across your forehead.

“Hold on tight, I’m gonna pick you up.” Ferran scooped you up and brought you to the bathroom, sitting down on the floor with you. He handed you the trash can as you emptied out your stomach for a second time, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. The room was silent, except for your sobs and heavy breathing. Ferran’s heart broke at the sight of you sitting down like this. You heard him get up before grabbing another towel and wetting it. He knelt in front of you, gently wiping your face. You looked at him through your eyelashes, your heart swooning at his features. His eyelashes, the shape of his lips, his bambi eyes… you loved him so much.

“Let’s get you on the couch instead. I need to be near in case this happens again.” He rubbed your cheek with his thumbs, wiping away the remaining tears. Too weak to speak, you simply nodded, holding on to his neck as he picked you up. Settled on the couch, Ferran brought you your cup of tea as well as a water bottle. He tucked you in before getting back to his cooking duties, in which he had found a new joy. Hours passed and you were still peacefully asleep on the couch, your breathing stable and regular.

Waking up from your much needed nap, you walked into the kitchen. Your body had woken up with a strong craving for mustard. Squirting the condiment onto the spoon, you sighed in delight as you ate it. In the doorway of the kitchen a perplexed Ferran was staring at you.

“Oye, what are you doing?” He took the bottle of mustard away, earning a frown from you. “You just threw up, I doubt the best thing for you to eat is mustard. Also, you hate mustard with a passion.” He questioned you.

“I had a craving. Do we have chocolate chips?” You asked him innocently.

“Yes we do, in the bottom shelf of the pantr-” Ferran interrupted himself. “Why am I telling you? You’re not supposed to eat this. Get back on the couch and eat some soup. It’s chicken and noodle.” Ferran could feel himself grow tired. You sighed as Ferran sent you back to the couch, putting away the mustard in the fridge. Sitting next to you on the couch, Ferran could feel your restlessness.

“Oye, what has gotten into you today?” He barely worded out before you straddled his lap, slowly leaving sloppy kisses on his neck. Your body was on fire and Ferran’s touch was the only way to extinguish the fire burning inside of you. Ferran slowly put you down on the couch. “Nena I’d love to take care of you in that sense, but you were sick a few hours ago. I just want you to rest.”

With that, Ferran carried you to bed after helping you with your nighttime routine. It was around 6 A.M when you woke up gasping for air, feeling as if something was preventing you from fully breathing.

“Ferran wake up. Ferran,” You shook his arm, violently pulling him out of his slumber. “I think I’m gonna throw up again.”

“Joder, mi amor, ¿qué te pasa?” He sleepily put on his shirt and led you to the bathroom. He sat you down on the floor as he went to retrieve your water bottle and a towel. You texted Sara, who had an early morning flight.

[TO: The superior Gündogan]:

Been throwing up since yesterday. I’m exhausted. Send help lol

[FROM: The superior Gündogan]:

I’m so sorry my love :( Drink lots of water and have some yogurt.

[TO: The superior Gündogan]:

Yeah, and I even bought mustard at the grocery store yesterday… and I don’t even like it. Don’t get me started on how I climbed on Ferran after supper.

[FROM: The superior Gündogan]:

You don’t think…

[TO: The superior Gündogan]:

What?

[FROM: The superior Gündogan]:

🤰🤰🤰

You had been evading the possibility of being pregnant with Ferran’s child, especially considering the irony of your conversation with Sara the day before. You reached for the cupboard where you stashed the pregnancy tests, in the eventual case you and Ferran would start trying. Frantically tearing the plastic from the test, you sat down on the toilet and let your bladder go. Right at this moment, Ferran walked back in into the room.

“Que haces?” He said, taking the pregnancy test box in his hand. “Do you think you’re pregnant? I mean we haven’t done it unprotected except… fuck, your parents’ dinner back in December.” Realization hit him. “Pee faster.”

“Ferran, either get out or be quiet.” The stress took over you. You cleaned yourself up and put back the test in its packaging before washing your hands. You set your timer for 3 minutes and sat down on the floor. Ferran followed suit.

“Hey, hey, positive or not, everything is gonna be okay.” Ferran could see the tears bordering your eyes. He scooted closer, holding you in his arms. You stayed in this position until the timer ran out, a harsh alarm bringing you back to reality. “Do you want me to take a look?”

“I’ll do it,” you shakily got up. “Ferran… Can you please hold my hand?” You pleaded.

“Anytime.” Ferran gently took your hand, tracing over your palm with his thumb. You took the test out of the packaging, looking one last time at your boyfriend.

Pregnant

You buried your head in his chest, violently sobbing.

“We’re having a baby, amor. We’re having a baby.” You said, the last sentence coming out as a whisper.

Ferran’s heart exploded with joy upon hearing your words. He tightened his hold on you. He hadn’t thought of starting a family until he met you. He let out a tear, then two, and finally the dam broke.

“Aye mi amor. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He said, peppering your face with kisses. You stayed in each others’ arms for a few minutes trying to come to realization with the next chapter of your lives.

“We’re having a baby.” He cooed. “I feel like telling the whole world. Screaming atop of rooftops.” Ferran chuckled as he knelt down to your abdomen. “Hola mini tiburón. I’m your dada, and your mom and I can’t wait to shower you with love.” He finished with a kiss to your bellybutton.

That night, the two of you barely slept. Ferran was already going through daycare lists, disapproving those that didn’t have any outside playgrounds. He had already sent you nursery models, stating “I’d purposefully injure myself and be out for a few weeks if it means I get to start on the nursery”. You, on the other side, hadn’t taken off your hand from your stomach. You were still processing the news, but above all, you were extremely grateful to have Ferran on your side, and as the kid’s dad.

“Good night my love. And good night, Carlota Míriam Torres.” Ferran said as he pressed a kiss to your lips and then to your stomach.

“Already got a name?” You asked him teasingly?

“You don’t understand how long I have been waiting for this day to come.” He said tearfully.

[housesredlollipop]

house md character as quotes my friends said

House

“nn s dce frocio”

“you can’t say faggot” (said by hetero? guy)

“joe biden and donald trump french kiss yaoi hidden love”

“I NEED TO PLAY AROUND WITH SOME MEN”

Wilson

“io chiudo la porta anche se sono solo (devo tenere fuori i mostri del buio)”

“i close the door even if I'm alone (i have to keep the monsters of the dark out)” (talking about peeing in the middle of night)

“charisma and lack of special awarness which actually makes it look like you’re confident”

Cuddy

“mia nonna madre gaslighting queen”

“my mother gaslighting queen”

-Fa caggare il cazzo

“ESATTO! VIVA LA VAGINA”

Cameron: Dicks suck

“EXACTLY! LONG LIVE VAGINA”

Cameron

“Love quando le cose nazionali sono lgbt friendly”

“Love when national things are lgbt friendly” (edit of those french and polish politician)

“vasco house indosserebbe le scarpe da ginnastica a ognuno dei nostri funerali”

“house would wear sneakers to every one of our funerals”

Foreman

“Che sono pazzi e si credono fighi perché hanno la luce elettrica”

“They are crazy and think they're cool because they have electric lights” (talking about positivismo)

“Giulka Cameron ha aperto un sito porno per la prima volta e si è fidata delle pubblicità”

“Cameron opened a porn site for the first time and trusted the ads” (she saw penis growing cream ads)

Chase

“Bo comunque cazzo pisello palle zucchina zucca pelata patata”

“Bo anyway fuck dick balls courgette peeled pumpkin potato”

Eric: 5 cm taller but you still breath FART AIR

“i’ll fart in your mouth”

13

“Maybe women didnt like leopardi but maybe a twink on tinder would”

“Cami House i need you to kill me”

Taub

“Comunque siete solo degli haters perché io non diventerò pelato”

“Anyway you're just haters because I won't go bald” (is balding)

“quando jovi kutner mi dice “io dormo con white noise” e poi partono i peti più forti che tu abbia mai sentito in vita tua”

“when kutner tells me “i sleep with white noise” and then the loudest farts you've ever heard in your life start”

Kutner

“grazie pupe siete le mie troione da battaglia”

“thank you babes, you are my battle sluts”

“RE GALLINO CANTA DURANTE LA NOTTE U U U”

“KING ROOSTER SINGS DURING THE NIGHT U U U”

[pwnyta]

Watching The Old Guard again.

Joe and Andys hug is so cute. I love them.

Also Nicky immediately squaring up to Booker for a bet is so fuckin funny. The sheer gremlin energy. Then he fuckin loses for betting against Andy like a dumbass and even his husband laughs at him for it. SMDH Nicky.

Also I love Joes voice especially when he says 'Santa Maria Madre de Dio' when Nicky loses and they all make fun of him. LOL How many times do you lose bets Nicky LMAO

[wihltedmoved]

she was worried she'd said the wrong thing ; but joe seems to be well versed in putting people at ease. ❝     who knows. i guess i heard all those things that girl said about you, and i wanted to find out if it was true for myself.     ❞

serena said, i thought you'd be different. boring, maybe.

❝ gee, you're breaking my heart,  ❞ i grin, lowering my coffee as i dare ask @wihlted, ❝ so serena, what did you come to find out?  ❞

𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ .

[armatofu]

¿MIEDO A LA VEJEZ DE TUS PADRES?

Vale mucho leerlo, lo comparto textual:

“Hay una ruptura en la historia de la familia, donde las edades se acumulan y se superponen y el orden natural no tiene sentido: es cuando el hijo se convierte en el padre de su padre”.

Es cuando el padre se hace mayor y comienza a trotar como si estuviera dentro de la niebla. Lento, lento, impreciso.

Es cuando uno de los padres que te tomó con fuerza de la mano cuando eras pequeño ya no quiere estar solo.

Es cuando el padre, una vez firme e insuperable, se debilita y toma aliento dos veces antes de levantarse de su lugar.

Es cuando el padre, que en otro tiempo había mandado y ordenado, hoy solo suspira, solo gime, y busca dónde está la puerta y la ventana - todo corredor ahora está lejos.

Es cuando uno de los padres antes dispuesto y trabajador fracasa en ponerse su propia ropa y no recuerda tomar sus medicamentos.

Y nosotros, como hijos, no haremos otra cosa sino aceptar que somos responsables de esa vida.

Aquella vida que nos engendró depende de nuestra vida para morir en paz.

Todo hijo es el padre de la muerte de su padre. Tal vez la vejez del padre y de la madre es curiosamente el último embarazo.

Nuestra última enseñanza. Una oportunidad para devolver los cuidados y el amor que nos han dado por décadas.

Y así como adaptamos nuestra casa para cuidar de nuestros bebés, bloqueando tomas de luz y poniendo corralitos, ahora vamos a cambiar la distribución de los muebles para nuestros padres.

La primera transformación ocurre en el cuarto de baño. Seremos los padres de nuestros padres los que ahora pondremos una barra en la regadera.

La barra es emblemática. La barra es simbólica. La barra es inaugurar el “destemplamiento de las aguas”.

Porque la ducha, simple y refrescante, ahora es una tempestad para los viejos pies de nuestros protectores.

No podemos dejarlos ningún momento.

La casa de quien cuida de sus padres tendrá abrazaderas por las paredes. Y nuestros brazos se extenderán en forma de barandillas.

Envejecer es caminar sosteniéndose de los objetos, envejecer es incluso subir escaleras sin escalones. Seremos extraños en nuestra propia casa. Observaremos cada detalle con miedo y desconocimiento, con duda y preocupación.

Seremos arquitectos, diseñadores, ingenieros frustrados. ¿Cómo no previmos que nuestros padres se enfermarían y necesitarían de nosotros?

Nos lamentaremos de los sofás, las estatuas y la escalera de caracol. Lamentaremos todos los obstáculos y la alfombra.

Feliz el hijo que es el padre de su padre antes de su muerte, y pobre del hijo que aparece sólo en el funeral y no se despide un poco cada día.

Mi amigo Joseph Klein acompañó a su padre hasta sus últimos minutos.

En el hospital, la enfermera hacía la maniobra para moverlo de la cama a la camilla, tratando de cambiar las sábanas cuando Joe gritó desde su asiento: Deja que te ayude. Reunió fuerzas y tomó por primera vez a su padre en su regazo. Colocó la cara de su padre contra su pecho.

Acomodó en sus hombros a su padre consumido por el cáncer: pequeño, arrugado, frágil, tembloroso. Se quedó abrazándolo por un buen tiempo, el tiempo equivalente a su infancia, el tiempo equivalente a su adolescencia, un buen tiempo, un tiempo interminable.

Meciendo a su padre de un lado al otro. Acariciando a su padre. Calmando él a su padre. Y decía en voz baja:

- ¡Estoy aquí, estoy aquí, papá! “Lo que un padre quiere oír al final de su vida es que su hijo está ahí”.

[tomorrowusa]

A lot of people won't like hearing this, but the meat industry is terrible for this planet.

Last weekend, Elon Musk posted one of his more outrageously false tweets to date: “Important to note that what happens on Earth’s surface (eg farming) has no meaningful impact on climate change.” Musk was, as he has been from time to time, wrong. As climate experts rushed to emphasize, farming actually accounts for around a quarter of global greenhouse gas emissions.

Musk spewing disinformation is not exactly news. But even by his standards, his contention regarding livestock agriculture and climate was on a par with George Santos's fantasies.

The tens of billions of chickens, pigs, cows, and other animals we raise and slaughter for food annually account for around 15 percent of global greenhouse gas emissions, primarily from cow burps, animal manure, and the fertilizer used to grow the corn and soy they eat. More than one-third of the Earth’s habitable land is used for animal farming — much of it cleared for cattle grazing and growing all thatcorn and soy — making animal agriculture the leading cause of deforestation and biodiversity loss globally. Deforestation causes emissions itself, but it also represents a missed opportunity to sequester carbon. If that land were “rewilded,” or retired as farmland, it would act as a carbon sink, sucking massive amounts of climate-warming carbon out of the atmosphere. But we keep clearing more and more forestland, especially in the Amazon rainforest and elsewhere in the tropics, mostly for beef, pork, and poultry.

Yep, livestock grazing accounts for almost a third of our usable land.

The message regarding livestock agriculture just isn't getting out.

Madre Brava also conducted a media analysis that found that between 2020 and 2022, less than 0.5 percent of stories about climate change by leading news outlets in the US, the United Kingdom, and Europe mentioned meat or livestock. Last month, two groups that work on issues related to animal agriculture — Sentient Media and Faunalytics — published an analysis with similar findings. The organizations looked at the 100 most recent climate change stories from each of the top 10 US media outlets, including the New York Times, the Washington Post, the Wall Street Journal, and CNN, and found that 7 percent mentioned animal agriculture. Of that 7 percent, most only discussed how climate change-fueled weather events like droughts, floods, and heatwaves impact animal farmers. “Across the 1,000 articles we examined, only a handful of stories reported in depth on the connection between consuming animal products and climate change,” the researchers wrote. The media is an easy target, and some criticism is deserved — it’s a disservice to readers to largely ignore a leading cause of the climate crisis. Part of the problem is that the media, like everyone else, operates in an information environment in which the meat lobby downplays and in some cases suppresses the full extent to which burgers, ribs, and chicken nuggets pollute the planet. But journalists could be doing more to cut through the noise.

We need to speak up more ourselves. Entrenched interests and powerful lobbying groups are not shy about promoting livestock businesses which harm the planet.

The National Cattlemen’s Beef Association, the industry’s leading lobby group, runs a “climate messaging machine,” food journalist Joe Fassler recently wrote in the Guardian, that trains influencers to confuse the public and downplay beef’s emissions. The list goes on. Last year, leaked documents showed that delegates from Brazil and Argentina successfully lobbied the United Nations’ Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change to remove any mention of meat’s negative impact on the environment, or recommendations for people in rich countries to reduce their meat consumption, in its recent report. Meat giant Tyson Foods spends a much bigger share of its revenue than ExxonMobil lobbying Congress to stop climate policy. Outside the animal rights movement, there aren’t many voices pushing back against these narratives. The US environmental movement has largely shied away from campaigning to reduce meat and dairy production, with some leaders outright rejecting the notion that we need to eat fewer animals. Policymakers largely avoid the issue too.

We have a lot of catching up to do – and fast.

“The food conversation is probably about 20 years behind the energy conversation, and it is catching up, but it’s not visceral to people in the way energy is — that they immediately know energy is a climate issue,” said Michael Grunwald, a food and agriculture columnist for Canary Media, in the Sentient Media panel discussion. But time is in short supply. Experts say that if we don’t change what we eat — especially reducing beef and dairy — we can’t meet the Paris climate agreement of limiting global warming to 2 degrees Celsius or less.

In addition to publicizing the issue, we can lead by example. Eating less meat or even no meat lets people know we're serious about what we're saying.

There will be pushback from the industry and also from populist blowhards. We can imagine at least one saying something like: "Hunter Biden wants to steal your double cheeseburger. SAD!"

But no discussion of carbon emissions is complete without talk of livestock agriculture and its effects.

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@jgoldberg cont . here !

truth be told , love knows that joe hates being around those people , even she does . all they talk about are their kids , shopping , yoga - it's all so fucking repetitive & she's annoyed by it , but for the sake of making friends because she said that she would , she's pretending to tolerate these assholes . there's a glass in her hand , it's half empty , but is anyone surprised ? she's been taking up drinking like it's going to the gym or something - she needs it , she does . that whole phrase is enough to keep her drinking , acting like she's listening to the stay at home moms talk about their day .

in case anyone can't tell , but love is bored . she's drinking because she's bored of listening to the pretentious laughter , she's bored of nodding her head & asking questions because they're all so ( ... ) soul sucking , there's nothing deep about them - it's basic things , love has come to the conclusion to . every now & then , she'll glance at joe , wonder how he's doing if not ready to mentally shoot himself in the head because of the dads that keep coming up to him , striking up a conversation about god knows what .

funnily enough , love strikes up an idea . maybe it'll work , maybe it won't . that's when love falls on the floor , glass still in her hand , the appetizers clearly everywhere - laughter comes from her lips , her face is reddened - thanks to the alcohol in her system that she's had , although ( ... ) she thinks that it's funny that she's on the floor , with people crowding over her body as if she's dead , but she isn't . she just had an accident - yeah , an accident worthy of her leaving the party with her husband because fuck these people in madre linda , these suburban jerks who don't know any better . as joe comes to her rescue , carrying her up from the floor , love is smiling widely , shifting all of her weight on her husband ( ... ) her lovely , amazing husband that she couldn't ask more of . " sorry - ! " she yells , nonetheless , knowing that she isn't sorry , why the fuck would she be sorry ? she's stumbling around , yet , keeping herself at bay to joe as he's apologizing for her - how perfect . now everyone in town knows how much of a fucking klutz she is , not that she's even bothered , she hates them as much as he does .

once she's whisked away in her hero's arms , love is settling along the cool wall of the home , another laugh comes out as she's staring him down , like she wants to devour him whole - right in front of these homeowners , then they'd see how carnal their relationship is . she sighs softly , her fingers fiddling around the fabrics of her clothing , watching as he leans right into her space , breathing heavy . " do i ? you like when i look messy like this ? "

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[l0nelyforyouonlyblog]

El pasando el día de las madres con ella??? 💀

Tal vez no, espero que Joe haya pasado el Día de la Madre con su madre. Ella sacrificó mucho para que Joe lograra sus sueños.

[helaenaxyf]

Detective beck Chapter 1 - A case in Madre linda

(Series - Oc character - Character is the son of joe goldberg and Guinevere beck - Character is 17 years old - Age and timeline isn't accurate - Beck was 25 when she had Alexander - Joe was 27 - Alexander is a detective)

Summary (Before becks death she was always so close with joe and had sexual moments. She was pregnant and had given birth in secret which was extremely shocking how joe didn't get know. Or knew. And died at 28 in her apartment. Joe had moved on and had a wife,Love and a son. HENRY. .meanwhile the beck,Alexander beck was born on July 29 ,2008. He had lived with his grandfather,Edward Beck and he is studying in Florida. Until he discovers a love for solving crime and Criminology and he is accepted by a police department at a young age to be a detective until he crosses passes with you know who)

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The plane touched down at Los Angeles International Airport with a dull thud, the vibrations humming beneath Alexander Beck’s fingertips as he gripped the armrest. He barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere, sifting through every detail he had read about the town of Madre Linda.

The quiet, Keto, neighborhood was the perfect place to start anew. That’s what the brochures said, anyway. But Alexander didn’t believe in fairy tales. Every town had its secrets, and Madre Linda was no exception.

He had been drawn here for one reason: Natalie Engler.

Wind blew against Alexander's beautiful golden hair it was like the sun and those bluish eyes could make the ocean jealous

He majors in Criminology to be a world knew detective he ahd already gathered Natalie's case infos but one thing didn't sit well with him,A woman who had gone missing. Presumed dead. And from what Alexander could gather, the case had been closed suspiciously fast.

For most people, it would be a dead end. For him, it was a challenge and a chance.

Alexander sighed as he adjusted his Jansport backpack as he stepped into California sun it did bright strongly it would be able to blind an eye.

He was only seventeen, but he had already made a name for himself in Florida. His grandfather, Edward Beck, had raised him to be independent, to push boundaries, to seek truth where others turned away. And now, he was here, in the very town where a murder had slipped through the cracks.

But

Madre Linda wasn’t ready for him.

But it should.

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"Oh hey!" A cop went towards Alexander with a raised eyebrow "Alexander beck am I right?"

"At you're service ser." Alexander replied as he said "I've came to solve Natalie englers case."

"Pretty young to be doin that,But that's admirable." He paused "come follow me."

Alexander followed the cop inside the department "so do you have any evidences or..something u looked into? The women just disappeared."

"Well I've taken a good research on that." Alexander spoke as he walked alongside the cop "It was said she was last seen alive at her home in Madre Linda"

"But I've seen the messages I've had a chat with Matthew. You deserve better than me. Don’t come looking." Alexander said as he looked at the cop "i find it's un true how a wife would say that to her husband and disappear unless she didn't die of suicide. But murder."

"Murder..yes that could be quite the problem with this case." The cop paused as he saw Alexander look thru the files of Natalie's case "did she go out with someone that night?"

"At night?" The cop walked towards "no she just went missing."

"Hm...I'll try to look these up. Maybe I can find something."

"Very well...you can take them if you'd like."

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Alexander had spent some hours in the office regarding the case he only had two things in mind.

1 -KIDNAPPED

But he couldn't help but think more with his second thought.

2 - murdered and messed up identity.

Probably....he thought as he checked the messages she had with Matthew so focused like a hawk. He had matthews phone with him as he checked Natalie's profile and following.

His eyes was on "LOVE QUINN"

"Hm.." he muttered "love quinn..owner of a fresh tart bakery in a Keto town?" Alexander got up as he looked at the cop "ill be at a cafe."

"Very well beck."

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As Alexander ordered his latte his mind still locked in with the case. Although the case is now reopened. And he had taken a picture with the cop in social media about it.

"Thank you." He took the latte from the worker as he sipped it and walked out

Meanwhile

Across town, in a sprawling modern home, Joe Goldberg sipped his whiskey, forcing himself to tolerate the crowd around him. Love had dragged him to another one of Sherry’s soirees, and he had no choice but to endure it.

Sherry and Cary Conrad, the neighborhood’s self-appointed royalty, were in the middle of some exaggerated story about their latest couple’s retreat when Joe felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

He pulled it out absentmindedly, his thumb hovering over the screen.

A notification from Google.

Natalie Engler Case Reopened—Young Detective Uncovers New Lead.

His breath caught in his throat. His grip on the glass tightened.

A boy? Who the hell was looking into Natalie Engler?

He swallowed hard and clicked the article. The words blurred for a second before one name stood out to him like a gunshot in a quiet room.

Alexander Beck.

Joe’s heartbeat stuttered.

Beck.

Oh he didn't hear that name in a long time

He felt his head go light, his mind tripping over itself. Beck? It had to be a coincidence. A common last name. It didn’t mean anything.

And yet, his pulse wouldn’t slow. The kid was seventeen. The timeline—it wasn’t impossible.

He glanced at Love, who was fake laughing too loudly at something Sherry said. She didn’t notice his reaction. Good.

Joe turned his phone off, but the name burned in his brain.

Alexander Beck. A detective. Digging into a case he and Love had buried.

And with a name like that… could it be?

Had he left something behind all those years ago?

He had to wait and find out

[anayka-mew-y-mewtwo]

CONTEO DE TODO LO CONSEGUIDO EN POKÉMON UNITE.

Joe Hayabusa:Suave ponga musica a esto

Anayka:A Sus ordenes Joe Hayabusa

Mewtwo:La De Second Day y la de Shingeki No Kyojin!

Anayka y Joe Hayabusa:Vale Vale. (*Pensativos:Porque a Mewtwo le gusta la musica del Shingeki no Kyojin? Gustos hay muchos. Ja ja)

NO SE PARA QUE Mewtwo mandó a Joe Hayabusa por lo del Sountrack del Anime de Shingeki no Kyojin pero fue porque el hijo de Joe Hayabusa o Sea Ryu Hayabusa tiene traje de Shingeki no Kyojin pero prosigo.

A mas de 1 a 2 años que digo esto.

He jugado desde el 2022 hasta 2025 juegos de Pokémon. Entre ellos los lets Go eevee! Pokémon espada pokémon Quest Pokémon purpura y Pokémon leyendas Arceus y con Pokémon unite.

Pues a partir de 2022 he jugado pokémon unite en mi Nintendo Switch debido a eventos y muchas cosas demas. Conseguí hasta la fecha 58 licencias unite y 2 pases de temporada (*Mimikyu palaciego y Ho-Oh leyenda) ciertas Skins de algunos pokémon de eventos anteriores como:

Cinderace Capitán

Mewtwo X Y Artes marciales

Mew Kimono

Ninetales de Alola elegante

Entre otros a pese de ser una lista larga

Dos pokémon que no es necesario tener holoatuendos o skins que lograron maestria verde fueron leafeon y meowscarada. Es que Meowscarada es mi inicial favorito por ser una gata de tipo planta. En el caso con Zeraora fue por canjes o de plano un caso punto y aparte.

Los Restantes fueron por pugna 500 el mejor evento de pokémon unite hasta la fecha

Ultimamente los conjuntos de ropa...

De los eventos: Ho-Oh leyenda y Mimikyu palaciego...

Estos si los conseguí gracias a mi madre y mi sobrina. (*Joe hayabusa de Ninja Gaiden prohibió que se tomara en cuenta a Amarilys (*Mi hermana) y su esposo carlos flores por las bromitas de mal gusto.)

Joe Hayabusa:No mas correazos ni bromas hirientes o Habrá Tabla para uds! Cabrones! :v entendieron!

Amarilys y Carlos:Entendido.

Joe Hayabusa:De lo contrario de un cinturonazo se los acomodo para que les calle el hocico! Awebaos de mierda irrespetuos...

Romelia:Ya o nos baja tumblr por eso. Y obedezcan al lider de los hayabusa por favor. Prosigue hija.

Anayka:Gracias.

Continuo. Segun pokémon unite y sus eventos o mas mini eventos tambien por lote de inicio de Sesion 7 dias conseguí el holoatuendo de Ninetales de Alola

Con Ho-Oh leyenda tanto los pokémon holoatuendos y articulos de moda es similar a los trajes de personajes desde los Dynasty Warriors a Warriors Orochi y Warriors Abyss (*Por los colores y su paleta de dieños de colores y ropas) el de Ho-Oh leyenda se asemeja mucho al del traje de Joe Hayabusa del Ninja Gaiden 3 Razors Edge debido al color del vestido ninja del elder dragon ninja. Por si la duda

Joe Hayabusa:*Sonrojado*

Mew:Señor Joe hayabusa

Mewtwo:Oye Mew Porque se le puso la Cara de Joe Hayabusa...Cara de Tomate? Estuvo apenado o sonrojado de la pena?

Joe Hayabusa:Pues mas apenado no puedo estar.😌😊

Romelia:Oh Vaya. Medio apenado Avergonzado. Pero no te pongas asi.

Joe Hayabusa:De aacuerdo.😊

Ok. Prosigo (*Joe Hayabusa se le sonrojó la cara como jitomate) en cambio el traje de Año nuevo chino 2025 fue gracias a mi mamá ademas de que soy del año nuevo Chino de las Serpientes. Y los otros: Conjuntos enmascsrado veraniego Esmoquin casual y Tropical. Entre otros este ultimo fueron por tiro al premio de festi balls o los tonicos de colores y lentillas a partir de Diciembre 2024 consegui lentillas nuevas y del evento de Miraidon bronce las lentillas del miraidon bronce.

Ojalá en un futuro proximo haya pugna 500 para los trajes de los entrenadores como pasó con los holoatuendos de los pokémon de los que no pudimos conseguir porque no siempre los pokémon. Tambien el outfit de los entrenadores ya que por culpa de hacernos gastar dinero real tiran una biblia de P*teadas y obcenidades en contra de pokémon unite. Yo en un caso reiterado dije que NUNCA tiro puteada o algun chucha madre contra los juegos de pokémon dado a la expectativa que soy fanatica de pokémon de full ❤️ pero es que hay gente Toxica en el pokémon unite. Por lo que Mewtwo decide no prestar atencion a la toxicidad que hay en pokémon unite. Osea que Mewtwo no le mete mente.

Mewtwo:Asi es! Hay humanos que Aprenden a ignorar algo que es...la toxicidad. Aunque no son todos. No voy a juzgar. Ademas de que aprender a respetar

Mewtwo:Y como sigan insultando a los pokémon de Nuevo Suena el tema de Kingslayer y de un onda mental tu y carlos se iran al Carajo con todo y correazo que Joe Hayabusa se los aviente en su foking Cabeza para que Aprendan que ya a Joe Hayabusa lo tienen bien Foking Cabreado y me tienen bien Foking MewtwoCabreada entendido?

Amarilys y Carlos:Entendido.

Anayka:Bien Mewtwo con eso se les quedó claro que Joe Hayabusa de Ninja Gaiden les calló el hocico.

Y con Eso Mewtwo y Joe Hayabusa (*Pokémon & Ninja Gaiden 2) les calló la foking boca.

Hasta aqui la primera parte en lo que me preparo para el logro de Maestria verde con...

Cinderace..

Mewtwo:Cinderace? El inicial de Galar? Con Razón a Ryu Hayabusa es Muy fanatico del futbol y artes marciales

Anayka:Incluso Joe Hayabusa y Momiji

Mew:Y claro. Joe Hayabusa en el caso de Kickboxing.

Mew Mewtwo y Anayka:*Risas* jajaja 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Joe Hayabusa:*Sonrojado de la pena pero con la Sonrisa. 😊

Romelia:Uy apenado. Ese Joe Hayabusa 🤭

Continuará...