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lornteeleaf · 4 months ago
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Commander Week: Day 1 Race
Iowey Lorn was human. Had been human, all her life. Growing-up-in-Divinity's-Reach human. Every-day-at-the-Shrine-of-the-Six human. Praying-to-Lyssa human.
Praying. For her mother to serve Lyssa well. For her to serve the godess well. For the gods to make her mother whole again, not sick by her own making. To not have to gather her mother up at the tavern tonight. For her mother to at least be able to walk still. Thats what she prayed for as a child.
For the other children to stop pointing at her and laughting. For her bones to stop hurting, her bones and the flesh around it and the skin. For the tears in her skin to fade, not be so deep red and purple anymore. For her shoulders to finally even out. For the other teens to stop calling her an Ettin, waiting for a second head to sprout.
Only some thing she prayed for came true.
The stretch marks faded, now only faintly blue and shimmering like expensive gossamer. It would take years for her bones to stop hurting eventually, and even far into adulthood she would feel the ghost of the well known pain, her body reminding her of their struggle. Her shoulders still hurt the most, even as they had come to the same hight.
The other teenagers and children stopped calling her an Ettin. They still called her a freak, but she got used to that as well. Iowey felt like a freak, when she stood 6 feet tall in her 16th year. She would grow another foot after. But in her 16th year it was, that her best friend, Jessica, blond and bright and ever by her side, came home from the Durmand Hall with a new book.
She meant well, not mocking Iowey, just wanting to help her find an answer, when she put the book down in front of her. »I found it today. Thought you might want to look at it.« her voice was kind and soft as always. As she went downstairs, taking on their shared shift at her fathers Tavern, Iowey opened up the flimsy paper backing of the book. 'A dissertation on the crossbreeding of humanoid species.' She flipped it shut. This could not be real. Just the possibilities that this title spawned into her mind made her stomach drop. With shaking hands she opened it again, and started reading. Just a few sentences each page, until she picked something up that sounded helpfull.
'The possibility of human and norn compatibility.'
She read further. The author thought it possible.
More and more of her mothers drunken rambling returned to her, long pushed away into dark corners of her mind. Giada Lorn hadn't had the best relationship to her godess, but she had always spoken fondly of her travel through the Shiverpeaks, trying to find even the farthest human settlements and bring Lyssas blessing to them. It had been Lyssa that send her there, through a dream. At least that was what she had slurred into Ioweys ear, more them once, recounting the one moment her godess had reached out directly. Only she had spared the details. When Iowey had dared to ask questions, Giada had gotten silent quickly and cold as ice.
Iowey knew little about her mothers travels. But she knew that she had been born somehwere north of Hoelbrack, over two years into Giadas travel and only few weeks before she returned to the human city.
Her father had never been a topic to speak of. The once she had asked, a bottle broke. She didn't dare ask a second time. But now, a thought crept into her mind. What of she was not just a freakish creature? What if her spine that was too long, her shoulders which were too broad, were simply too long and too broad for a human? What if they were a perfectly fine size for a Norn?
The author of the book in front of her not only thought it possible, they had proof. They mentioned subjects of their study, people like her, at home on the edges of the Siverpeaks, where human and Norn populations mixed. there was a list of attributes, higher strenght, higher tolerance for cold, difficulties in growth, the adverse shape of bodies. Difficulties in fertility too, though that was not of interest to Iowey.
She closed the book and showed it under her pillow. The others would still think her a freak. But she knew better now. Her feet were not too large anymore, as she ran down the creaky stairs to join Jessica behind the bar.
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morggo · 5 months ago
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dinamaliha · 6 months ago
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Crammed together like heaps of flesh in tents that feel like scorching ovens, our days have regressed to a more degraded version of those of the earliest humans. From morning till night, we search for the same things Abel and Cain sought to survive: water, food, and fire. We endure long hours in queues to get a meager amount of water, and the food consists of old, low-quality canned goods. We sleep and wake to the sounds of savage airplanes, unsure of where they will strike next or who among us will be turned into scattered remains. Here in Gaza, we are living the worst existence humanity has known since its very beginning, You are our only hope for escaping Gaza and its oppression. Please help my siblings and me find a safe place to live💔🇵🇸
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w0lp3rtinger · 5 months ago
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"- I have a lot of problems with Biden. He is clearly the better of the two options, which I recognize is a very low bar. Being better than Trump cannot be the standard, because Donald Trump is the absence of a standard.
"But the truth is, even if Trump looses, that won't be the end of this. The people who cooked up Project 2025 will just move onto Project 2029 instead, because for them, this is so much more than just one election, or indeed, one candidate. Project 2025 is born from impulse as old as America. It's an impulse that says one class of Americans is entitled to lead, and the rest of us are lucky to be allowed to serve- that thinks there should be a limited government when it comes to rules they have to live by, but also a unitary executive to keep the rest of us in line. These are old, old ideas that have been shouted from podiums-... but have now been placed into a new handbook for an only too willing president to use on day one.
"And in a perfect world, I would love if we had an opposing party better able to articulate a strong defense of our country's ideals and that also consistently lived up to them. People are entitled to hope for more from the next four years than someone just not being Trump (and for at least two supreme court justices to die)-...
"And for anyone tempted to think, 'Well, we survived Trump's first term,' first, not everyone did, and it should hopefully be very clear by now a second Trump term really does promise to be far, far worse, because if Trump's first term was defined by chaos, his second could be defined by ruthless efficiency. That should be troubling to absolutely everyone because Project 2025 is a movement who's members joke about wanting a white homeland and insist women have to have more babies to uphold western society.-
"We need to be better than this."
-John Oliver, June 19th of 2024
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fanaticalthings · 5 months ago
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the muskification of twitter except it's lex luthor instead of elon lol
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piinfeathers · 1 year ago
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just in case anyone missed this in the news or maybe not in the loop, Disney is currently refusing to meet with or acknowledge the newly formed animation production workers union that just voted to join IASTE and become an official part of TAG, the animators and animation artists guild
production workers across all studios are currently voting to be recognized for their hard work and invaluable skill at keeping these productions running, but studios are refusing to meet with them to let them negotiate deals or even exist
as someone who works in animation as a designer i know i wouldn't be able to do my job at all without any of my production workers. they are the incredibly hard working people who oversee pretty much everything in animation. they make sure everything is running on time, that schedules are being followed, they have to know pretty much every single word of the scripts and beats from the storyboards to make sure nothing is missed, and most importantly, they make sure artists are being taken care of and not overworked. they really are the unsung heroes of the animation world
production workers are also by far the most exploited workers in animation currently. they make about a fraction of what artists make for just as much work put in, and currently have no agreement for health coverage or other benefits that artists protected by the union are guaranteed
BUT! there is some good news. right now there's a petition on IATSE's website that has over 80,000 signatures currently addressed to disney leadership to do the right thing and meet with this new union and recognized their vote to form. it still needs roughly 21,000 signatures and only takes a minute to sign! anyone with a zip or postal code can sign, meaning both US and Canadian residents can sign and help this union get the deal it deserves!!
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ahmadkhalid9725 · 2 months ago
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URGENT URGENT HELP
Help me to build my life🍉
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This message is from Ahmed
I will tell you my suffering in this war, which destroyed our lives and in which we lost our friends and relatives
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After my office was destroyed, I lost my job, and I lost my source of income in this heinous war, my office is in the Badrasawi Building.
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We entered into the suffering of lack of food and hunger, and from our suffering with food, we ate the worst food (eating fodder and making bread from it), and our suffering due to the lack of gas, and our transition to burning wood daily.
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We suffered from a lack of water for washing and bathing, a lack of drinking water, and the daily struggle to obtain a little water to drink
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I lost my closest friend Mohand and Hamza
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My wife became pregnant and lost her pregnancy due to the collapse of the health system
We hope God will bring goodness after what was lost, and that we can find a way out of Gaza.
We do not deserve this life that we are living and suffering through.
Help us start a better life, a new one.
Please 🙏 donate and / or reblog 🇵🇸🍉
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zealouswitchwerewolf · 6 months ago
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Has anyone seen/written any fics where Danny is so used to being an overpowered menace that danger doesn't even register the same for him anymore. Like he's gone against the likes of undergrowth and vortex, he's obviously not going to be intimidated by a middle aged man with sweaty hands pointing a gun at him.
It's all fine until he leaves Amity and starts being put in mildly dangerous situations that don't bother him at all but everyone around him looks super freaked out? And it can range from like being mugged or one of the DC superheroes facing one of their supervillains while all the civilians run away and Danny just keeps going full on ignoring cause not his circus, not his monkeys, but still.
And then he realizes that his reaction is abnormal and people are starting to stare and he doesn't need the extra attention on him but knows he can't act for shit so he just goes for the most deadpan sarcasm he can muster and goes all "oh, nooooo. This is so bad. I am SO scared." And it just makes the stares worse but by then he's committed to the bit and will throw gradually more concerning stuff about his past in conversations with the most dead expression just to see how far he can take it until someone confronts him about it.
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shadowkira · 8 months ago
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abo-ataa · 5 months ago
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Help save the life of Attaa
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Attaa, a precious 2-year-old girl born after her parents' 7-year wait. Now, her life is in danger as war engulfs the Gaza Strip. We desperately need your support to provide her with life-saving medical care and shelter. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a world of difference. Please consider donating today to help Attaa and her family survive this unimaginable ordeal. By sharing this post, you can help spread the word and increase the chances of reaching our goal. Together, we can give Attaa a fighting chance against the horrors of war. Thank you for your kindness and generosity. Every dollar donated brings us closer to saving Attaa's precious life.
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b0tster · 4 days ago
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i understand the feeling of hopelessness right now, but please dont give up. we'll survive this together, like we always do.
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ghelullu · 4 months ago
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Orlando, 02.11.2016 - Video by Phil Lutz
Papa is handed a painting of himself by someone in the audience and proudly displays it on stage for the rest of the ritual.
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twisted-deal · 7 months ago
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They're bound to run out of good board games at soMe point
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dinamaliha · 5 months ago
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This is how my morning begins every day. Obtaining water is one of the hardest things in Gaza. Every day at six in the morning, a truck comes to fill our water containers and then leaves, not returning until the next day. If you don't arrive early, you will be without water for the entire day. It becomes even more difficult when I need to shower. I plead with the truck driver to increase my share of water so that I have the chance to shower. Every night, I pray to God that I reach the spot early before the truck arrives. Sometimes, I can't make it on time, and I start thinking about how the day will go without water. Providing water for me and my siblings throughout the day has become a dream, whereas we once had much bigger dreams. Thank God, today I arrived early and managed to take this picture to show you our painful reality. My hope in you, after God, is to rescue us from this nightmare so that we can move to a place where we can start new dreams and have a beautiful life.💔🇵🇸
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ditzybat · 8 months ago
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tim: i’ll tell every major news outlet about your nightly excursions if you don’t allow me to be robin
bruce suddenly reminded of janet drake whenever she got mad during their school days: … come on in
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