#sh missouri

[republicansaredomesticterrorists]

I sh-t you not.

[planetpiastri]

[1] old flames

summary - when you and jake were growing up, everyone expected you to be the perfect small-town romance. but then you moved away, leaving jake heartbroken behind you. years have passed, and with a local wedding looming on the horizon, a reunion between two old lovers is inevitable. now both you and jake find yourselves confronted by feelings you thought were long buried.

warnings - small town/hometown au, farmhand!jake, gn!reader, no use of y/n, reader is nicknamed 'boots,' small town inaccuracies probably, typical ex-level angst, alcohol mention, takes place in a fake town in missouri so do with that what you will

word count - 2.5k

this blog is 18+, minors please don't interact

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“Hey, Seresin! Good to see you.”

Jake grinned, setting the heavy bag of grain down on the counter. “Just like every other day, right, Mr. Cain?”

Mr. Cain shared an exasperated glance with the other old farmer standing beside him, shaking his head and tutting. “Check out the cheek on this kid.”

In reply, Mr. Metcalf held his hand over the counter and Jake shook it firmly. Mr. Metcalf gave him a nod and said with a teasing smile, “Maybe it’s good to see you every day, Jake.”

“Stop flirting, Mike,” replied Jake, quick as a whip. “You’re married.”

Both old men laughed, clapping each other on the back. Mr. Cain pulled out the cash he owed Jake for the delivery, and Jake shook both men’s hands one more time before tipping his hat and leaving the store, letting the screen door close on the old farmers’ amused chortles.

Just another day in Silver Springs, Missouri.

Jake loved his town. It was damn near impossible to find on a map unless you knew what you were looking for, and the only type of tourist they got were the ones who took the wrong highway exit on their way to St. Louis. Jake probably could name every single person who lived on Main Street, and he could definitely name everyone who lived out on the backroads. When he walked around town, folks called out his name and said ‘hello’—folks who had known him since he was a kid, and his parents before him.

Silver Springs was the definition of ‘smalltown,’ so every year it had a whole flock of folks eager to get out. But for all the reasons people were itching to leave, Jake was happy to stay.

Even on his short walk from the front door of Cain’s General Supply back to his pick-up truck parked on the curb, three different people called out to him with a friendly ‘hello,’ and he returned their greetings with a charming smile and an easy wave.

He kept his window rolled down as he drove slowly back towards the Farm’n’Feed, ready to go and spend his day making another round of deliveries. People walked up and down Main Street, taking care of chores. These were good, sturdy people. These were the people Jake loved.

He pulled into the lot next to the Farm’n’Feed and didn't bother to lock his truck door. Spinning his keys on his finger, he shouldered the front door open. It squeaked on its hinges, drowning out the jingle of the tiny bell he attached above the door nearly five years ago.

“Hey, Jake,” said his boss, Mr. Simpson, without even looking up. He was at the front counter, the ledger open in front of him, a pencil in hand. “How was Chester?”

“Friendly as always,” replied Jake, walking around the counter and into the back office to start grabbing his next delivery. “Mike Metcalf was with him.”

“Oh, really? How’s he doing?”

“Same old, same old.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Jake grabbed two bags of fertilizer, balancing them on one shoulder, and stepped right back outside. With only three trips, he’d loaded up his truck with everything he’d need to take on this delivery round. He stepped back inside to let Mr. Simpson know he was about to take off again, but at that moment an old silver Honda pulled up to the curb outside.

“Carole,” Jake and Mr. Simpson said in unison.

Sure enough, barely thirty seconds later a haggard-looking Carole Bradshaw pushed into the Farm’n’Feed, shoving a fistful of yellow curls out of her face as she did. She beamed when she saw Jake, throwing her arms out and wrapping him up in a warm, motherly hug.

“Good to see you, Jakey,” she said cheerfully. “How’s life treating you?”

“Can’t complain, Carole,” he hummed back, leaning against the counter and drumming his fingers on the wood. “What brings you in today?”

Carole puffed up her cheeks and sighed, immediately making a beeline for the bulk dog food. “Chicken’s tired of the old flavor, so Goose sent me to grab something new. Why he spoils that dog rotten, I’ll never know.” But even as she said it, her voice dripped with fondness for her husband and their old lab.

Mr. Simpson chuckled, shaking his head and marking something in the ledger. “What I don’t understand is why you still have a dog named after poultry.”

“Well, I can’t change it, can I, Beau?” cried Carole, scandalized. “Bradley’d be heartbroken! He loves that dog.”

At the mention of his old school buddy, Jake perked up. “Speaking of—heard from him lately, Carole? Bradley, I mean?”

“Oh, sure,” she sighed, scanning the dog food options. “He’s a good boy, he calls every week if he can. I’ll probably give him a ring later to let him know about the wedding. He’d love to come back for it, I’m sure, and we’d love to see him.”

Mr. Simpson exchanged a confused glance with Jake, who said, “What wedding?”

Carole spun around, her eyes wide. Her hands flew up to her face, barely covering the gasp she let out. Then she was rushing forward, grabbing Jake by the cheeks and crying out, “You haven’t heard? Oh, Jake! Pete finally did it—he asked Penny to marry him! They’re getting hitched, Jake!”

Mr. Simpson gave a low whistle. “Old Penny Benjamin is finally making an honest man out of Mav, huh? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Ain’t that something,” mumbled Jake, laughing as Carole planted a kiss on his forehead before forcefully releasing him. She strode back over to the dog food, decisively grabbed a bulk bag, and slammed it down on the counter.

“Chicken for Chicken,” she said. “If he doesn’t like it… well… if he doesn’t like it, then I guess I’ll be back here tomorrow.”

Then she was hefting the impressive bag under her arm, kissing Jake on the cheek again, and vanishing through the front door with an excited whoop: “Pete and Penny Mitchell, coming soon to a Silver Springs near you!”

Jake and Mr. Simpson chuckled, pleasantly amused by Carole’s antics. It was impossible not to love Carole Bradshaw; she was the mother, or the sister, or the aunt, or the niece, that everyone in town wished they had. She’d been there for Jake countless times growing up, and she still invited him to dinner with her and her husband almost every time she saw him in town. 

When he’d been at his lowest, the Bradshaws had been there for him. He would always be grateful for that.

“Penny Mitchell,” mused Mr. Simpson aloud, pulling Jake from his thoughts. Then he laughed, shaking his head. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“More like Pete Benjamin,” said Jake.

Mr. Simpson laughed. “Go on, Jake, get outta here before Kazansky starts calling me asking where his delivery is. I’ll hold down the fort here.”

Jake nodded, swiping his keys off the counter and stepping back out into the warm, midday sunlight of Silver Springs. He inhaled the clear air and kicked at a pebble on the sidewalk, enjoying the way it clattered down the pavement. The gravel crunched under his boots as he approached his truck, yanking the door open and climbing in. He whistled along to a bluegrass song on the radio, waving ‘hello’ to everyone he passed on the road.

Just another day in Silver Springs.

Jake’s keys clattered onto the table in his foyer as he stumbled home, tired and worn-out from a hard day’s work. The sun hung low in the sky, turning his living room a beautiful orange color. He toed off his boots and kicked the front door shut behind him, stepping into the big, empty space he called home.

Years ago, when he’d bought this place, he’d dreamed of getting a dog, or some horses and sheep, if not a proper family. But it was like all the old ladies whispered when he passed them on their porches—he was married to his work. He just didn’t have the time for it.

So the three-bedroom fixer-upper on the edge of town had become the quietest bachelor pad in existence, and every time Jake came home, his footsteps echoed across the hardwood floors.

He sighed, remembering what Kazansky had said when Jake had dropped off his order of fertilizer.

“You heard about the wedding, I bet?” Kazansky mumbled, marking the delivery in his ledger before pulling out his checkbook. 

“Yes, sir,” said Jake, his eyes scanning the decor in Kazansky’s old game supply store.

Kazansky grunted, scribbling his signature on a check. He tore it out with a clean r-r-r-rip and said, “Can't believe Mav beat you to the altar, Jake. What happened to that nice girl you were seeing? The one at the bank?”

Jake swallowed. “Haven’t talked to her for a while.”

Mrs. Kazansky poked her head out of the back office, tutting disapprovingly. “A boy like you, chronically single—it doesn’t make sense, Jake!”

“You’ve got the job, the house on the hill, but nothing else,” agreed Mr. Kazansky. “About time to start settling down, don’t you think?”

“Sure,” sighed Jake, determinedly not looking either Kazansky in the eye.

“Oh, I know!” cried Mrs. Kazansky, snapping her fingers. “What about that childhood sweetheart of yours? Heard anything lately? You two had the cutest nicknames for each other—what was it again? Boots?”

Jake’s heart thudded uncomfortably and he took the check from Mr. Kazansky, pocketing it and signing off his name in the ledger. “Radio silence,” he said gruffly. “I’ll see you around, Tom. Sarah.”

Then he left as quickly as he could, his stomach queasy.

Back in his house, he crossed into the kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator, in desperate need of a beer after the amount of wedding chit-chat he’d had to make that day. He uncapped it with the bottle opener attached to his counter and started to drink it right there in the kitchen, leaning his lower back against the island.

His fridge was covered in photographs and cards—the most recent of which being Pete and Penny’s save the date. But buried under a stack of postcards from Bradley was one he tried to ignore. And that was precisely the one he carefully removed from its place.

Jake wasn’t supposed to have it anymore. When you’d left, he’d shoved all the memories of you into a box and thrown it in the back of his childhood closet. But when he moved here, he’d been going through some old books, and one stray photograph had fallen out, like an abandoned makeshift bookmark.

When he realized what it was, he’d tried to throw it out. But then somehow it had ended up on his fridge, half-hidden by the other cards there. And now, a decade later, it was still there—frayed and fading, but there. A memory. Proof that it was real.

It was you and him, the summer after your senior year. Both of your faces were blurry and red from the flash of the camera. His haircut was terrible, but you were beautiful. Your lips were pressed clumsily to his cheek, one hand splayed across the side of his head, and you were both laughing. The orange glow of a bonfire burned behind the two of you.

As the sun set over Jake’s lonely farmhouse, he drank his beer in silence and gently held that old photograph. And when the light finally faded, he gingerly replaced it behind Bradley’s postcards and went to bed.

Your feet ached as your elevator slowly came to a stop on your floor, settling into place with an audible clunk. The doors slid open noisily and you stepped out, relishing the click of your work shoes on the wooden floor as you made your way to your apartment.

You fumbled for your keys, shoving your mail under your armpit and fighting back a yawn. You’d had to go in to work early that morning due to a payment emergency with one of your clients. All was well now, but it did mean you’d be taking less money for this particular case. Not that you minded; you worked with civilian cases because you cared about them, not because they paid well.

The door stuck in the frame, so you shoved it open with your shoulder. It shrieked as it swung open, then shrieked again as you kicked it closed.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, immediately pulling off your shoes and leaving them in the entryway. You tossed your keys down in the bowl you kept by the door and padded quietly across the floor, not even bothering to turn a light on despite the fact that the sun had set long ago.

You tossed the small stack of mail down on your kitchen counter and opened the fridge, pulling out a beer and a box of leftover Chinese food. Still in complete darkness, you put it in the microwave and punched a few numbers. Then you grabbed your bottle opener off its hook on the wall and uncapped your beer, taking a long swig before finally flicking on a light switch.

You carded idly through the stack of mail as your microwave hummed behind you. Same old, same old—bills and ads and notices that bored you out of your mind. But as you tossed them to the side, a manila card with navy blue lettering slid free

Curious, you lifted up the piece of cardstock, angling it in the light.

Save The Date! Penny Benjamin & Pete Mitchell July 19th Silver Springs, Missouri 

Your heart leaped into your chest. “Holy shit,” you whispered, staring at the card. Your feet began to lead you down the hall towards your bedroom, ignoring the microwave beeping behind you. You flicked the light on, illuminating your unmade bed and messy floor, but you ignored it all. You set the card down gently on your desk and got down on your hands and knees, pulling the dusty old box out of its place under your bed.

You hadn’t touched it in months, and you hadn’t touched it sober in years. But now, with your beer in hand, you lifted the lid and let yourself get lost in a sharp haze of memories.

The boots were soft, brown leather. You knew they still fit; your foot size hadn’t changed since you were sixteen. But you pushed them aside and found the faded, sepia photograph that you tried to pretend didn’t exist. The only physical memory you had from those dreamy years with your first love.

You weren’t sure who had taken it; Bradley, maybe, or Natasha. It was at one of your late-summer bonfires. You and Jake were fast asleep, both curled up in the same hammock. Most of your bodies were impossible to make out. His arm was thrown over your waist, draping off the side of the hammock. Your hair covered most of his face. But the hammock was small, so both sets of your legs were hanging off the edge, intertwined and impossible to tell who started where.

And on the end of both sets of legs were matching cowboy boots.

The same boots sitting in the box in front of you now.

You sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of your nose. Throwing your head back, you drained half the beer in one long gulp. Then you flipped over Pete and Penny’s card, saw the website address there, and reached for your laptop in order to RSVP.

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

May 31, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

JUN 01, 2024

Today felt as if there was a collective inward breath as people tried to figure out what yesterday’s jury verdict means for the upcoming 2024 election. The jury decided that former president Trump created fraudulent business records in order to illegally influence the 2016 election. As of yesterday, the presumptive Republican nominee for president of the United States of America is a convicted felon. 

Since the verdict, Trump and his supporters have worked very hard to spin the conviction as a good thing for his campaign, but those arguments sound like a desperate attempt to shape a narrative that is spinning out of their control. Newspapers all over the country bore the word “GUILTY” in their headlines today.

At stake for Trump is the Republican presidential nomination. Getting it would pave his way to the presidency, which offers him financial gain and the ability to short-circuit the federal prosecutions that observers say are even tighter cases than the state case in which a jury quickly and unanimously found him guilty yesterday. Not getting it leaves Trump and the MAGA supporters who helped him try to steal the 2020 presidential election at the mercy of the American justice system.  

After last night’s verdict, Trump went to the cameras and tried to establish that the nomination remains his, asserting that voters would vindicate him on November 5. But this morning, as he followed up last night’s comments, he did himself no favors. He billed the event as a “press conference,” but delivered what Michael Grynbaum of the New York Times described as “a rambling and misleading speech,” so full of grievance and unhinged that the networks except the Fox News Channel cut away from it as he attacked trial witnesses, called Judge Merchan “the devil,” and falsely accused President Joe Biden of pushing his prosecution. He took no questions from the press.

Today the Trump campaign told reporters it raised $34.8 million from small-dollar donors in the hours after the guilty verdict, but observers pointed out there was no reason to believe those numbers based on statements from Trump’s campaign. Meanwhile, Trump advisor Stephen Miller shouted on the Fox News Channel that every Republican secretary of state, state attorney general, donor, member of Congress must use their power “RIGHT NOW” to “beat these Communists!” 

The attempt of MAGA lawmakers to shape events in their favor seemed just as panicked. Representative Jim Banks (R-IN) posted on social media that “New York is a liberal sh*t hole,” and Jim Jordan (R-OH) today asked Manhattan district attorney Alvin Bragg, who brought the case against Trump, to testify before the House Judiciary’s Select Subcommittee on the Weaponization of the Federal Government about “politically motivated prosecutions of…President Donald Trump.” Representative Dan Goldman (D-NY) noted that Trump is a private citizen and Congress has no jurisdiction over the case, but that Jordan is using his congressional authority illegally to defend Trump. 

MAGA senators were even more strident. Republican senator Mike Lee of Utah melted down on X last night over the verdict, and today he led nine other Republican senators in a revolt against the federal government. Lee, J. D. Vance of Ohio, Tommy Tuberville of Alabama, Eric Schmitt of Missouri, Marsha Blackburn of Tennessee, Rick Scott of Florida, Roger Marshall of Kansas, Marco Rubio of Florida, Josh Hawley of Missouri, and Ron Johnson of Wisconsin issued a public letter saying they would no longer pass legislation, fund the government, or vote to confirm the administration’s appointees because, they said, “[t]he White House has made a mockery of the rule of law and fundamentally altered our politics in un-American ways. As a Senate Republican conference,” they said, although there were only 10 of them, “we are unwilling to aid and abet this White House in its project to tear this country apart.” 

It was an odd statement seemingly designed to use disinformation to convince voters to stick with them. Ten senators said they would not do the federal jobs they were elected to do because private citizen Trump was convicted in a state court by a jury of 12 people in New York, a jury that Trump’s lawyers had agreed to. The senators attacked the rule of law and the operation of the federal government in a demonstration of support for Trump. A number of the senators involved were key players in the attempt to overturn the 2020 presidential election. 

Awkwardly, considering the day’s news, a video from 2016 circulated today in which Trump insisted that Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton, who he falsely insisted had committed crimes even as he was the one actually committing them, “shouldn’t be allowed to run.” If she were to win, Trump then said, “it would create an unprecedented constitutional crisis. In that situation, we could very well have a sitting president under felony indictment and, ultimately, a criminal trial. It would grind government to a halt.” 

Josh Marshall of Talking Points Memo put it correctly: this is not an “outpouring of rage and anger,” so much as “an overwhelming effort to match and muffle the earthquake of what happened yesterday afternoon with enough noise and choreography to keep everyone in Trump’s campaign and on the margins of it in line and on side.”

Still, there is more behind the MAGA support for Trump than fearful political messaging. Trump has been hailed as a savior by his supporters because he promises to smash through the laws and norms of American democracy to put them into power. There, they can assert their will over the rest of us, achieving the social and religious control they cannot achieve through democratic means because they cannot win the popular vote in a free and fair election. With Trump’s conviction within the legal system, his supporters are more determined than ever to destroy the rules that block them from imposing their will on the rest of us. 

Today the Federalist Society, which is now aligned with Victor Orbán’s Hungary, flew an upside-down U.S. flag as a signal of national distress. Their actions were in keeping with Russian president Vladimir Putin’s statement that Trump is being persecuted “for political reasons” and that the cases show “the rottenness of the American political system, which cannot pretend to teach others about democracy.”

Ryan J. Reilly of NBC News reported today on a spike in violent rhetoric on social media targeting New York judge Juan Merchan, who oversaw Trump’s Manhattan election interference trial, and District Attorney Bragg. Users of a fringe internet message board also shared what they claimed were the addresses of jurors. “Dox the Jurors. Dox them now,” one user wrote. Another wrote, “1,000,000 men (armed) need to go to [W]ashington and hang everyone. That’s the only solution.”

This attack on our democracy was the central message of a crucially important story from yesterday that got buried under the news of Trump’s conviction. In The New Republic, Ken Silverstein reported on a private WhatsApp group started last December by military contractor Erik Prince—founder of Blackwater and brother of Trump’s secretary of education, Betsy DeVos—and including about 650 wealthy and well-connected “right-wing government officials, intelligence operatives, arms traffickers, and journalists,” including Representative Ryan Zinke (R-MT), who served as Trump’s secretary of the interior. 

Called “Off Leash,” the group discussed, as Silverstein wrote, “the shortcomings of democracy that invariably resulted from extending the franchise to ordinary citizens, who are easily manipulated by Marxists and populists,” collapsing Gaza into a “fiery hell pit,” wiping out Iran, how Africa was a “sh*thole of a continent,” and ways to dominate the globe. Mostly, though, they discussed the danger of letting everyone vote. “There is only one path forward,” Zinke wrote. “Elect Trump.” Another member answered, “It’s Trump or Revolution” “You mean Trump AND Revolution,” wrote another. 

And yet the frantic MAGA spin on the verdict reveals that there is another way to interpret it. Americans who had lost faith that the justice system could ever hold a powerful man accountable as Trump’s lawyers managed to put off his many indictments see the verdict as a welcome sign that the system still works. 

“The American principle that no one is above the law was reaffirmed,” Biden said today. “Donald Trump was given every opportunity to defend himself. It was a state case, not a federal case. And it was heard by a jury of 12 citizens, 12 Americans, 12 people like you. Like millions of Americans who served on juries, this jury is chosen the same way every jury in America is chosen. It was a process that Donald Trump's attorney was part of. The jury heard five weeks of evidence…. After careful deliberation, the jury reached a unanimous verdict. They found Donald Trump guilty on all 34 felony counts. Now he’ll be given the opportunity as he should to appeal that decision just like everyone else has that opportunity. That's how the American system of justice works. And it's reckless, it's dangerous, and it's irresponsible for anyone to say this was rigged just because they don't like the verdict. Our justice system has endured for nearly 250 years and it literally is the cornerstone of America…. The justice system should be respected, and we should never allow anyone to tear it down. It’s as simple as that. That's America. That's who we are. And that's who we will always be, God willing.”

Today the publisher of Dinesh D’Souza’s book and film 2000 Mules, which alleged voter fraud in the 2020 election, said it was pulling both the book and film from distribution and issued an apology to a Georgia man who sued for defamation after 2000 Mules accused him of voting illegally.  

MAGA Republicans confidently predicted yesterday that the stock market would crash if the jury found Trump guilty. Today the Dow Jones Industrial Average gained almost 600 points.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[goblin-d]

PLEASE share your funky wttt gender headcanons :D

FDHGFBADJKHSKJ ILOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LVOE YOU /P

anyway.

HC's below the cut (this is a long one boys) [IF YOU HAVE ANY XENO SUGGESTIONS FOR MY BABIES PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME [FOR LITERALLY ANY OF THEM!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!]]

Alabama [he/they] - Demiboy Transmasculine

Alaska [he/it/moth/nor/pup/they] - Transmasculine Demigender Xenic (Catcolpuffic, Dogboygender, Drowsygender, Genderblanket, Lulovien, Moosegender, Mothgender, Pawsgender, Plosewial, Remissious, Sleepyleite, Soporcomfic, Sweatermasc, Warmgenderblanket*)

Arizona [he/they] - Libramasculine Transfeminine Boy

Arkansas [he/they] - Nonbinary

California [Any Pronouns] - Transfeminine Genderfluid Demiboygirlthing

Colorado [he/ski/they/cloud/mountain/snow/fluff] - Xenic Trans Man (Ariemonic, Cryobunnic, Cryocattic, Frostmasc, Icestormic)

Connecticut [she/he] - Transfem Man

Delaware [he/him] - Agender

Florida [he/it/they/she/zip/xe] - Pangender Genderweird Xenic (No specifics in mind)

Georgia [he/him] - Genderqueer

Hawai'i [they/she] - Demigirlflux

Idaho [they/he] - Demiboy

Illinois [he/they/xe] - Boything Xenic (No specifics in mind)

Indiana [they/he] - Demiboy

Iowa [he/him] - Cis Male

Kansas [they/he/it] - Genderqueer Femboy

Kentucky [he/him] - Cis Male

Louisiana [he/they] - Demiboy Genderqueer

Maine [Any Pronouns] - Pangender Transfem

Maryland [Any Pronouns] - Trans Woman Xenic (No specifics in mind)

Massachusetts [he/him] - Secret Gender /j [Genderfaun]

Michigan [he/him] - Genderfluid Autigender Xenic (Blaunauic, Chaosgender, Clowngender, Cufemian, Coldgender, Evilclownic, Menacegender, Musegender, Pincusmic, Prettygender, Softqualix)

Minnesota [he/they/she] - Genderfluid Transfeminine Xenic (Amocatix, Anlomeltic, Catgender, Comfnightgender*, Cutegender, Cutehorror, Gorrorhospic, Horrificutegender, Lovelettic, Lunaboy, Magicamoric, Magicattic, Pinkplanetary, Poromantian, Shycatgender, Starcatgirlgender, Verpgoris, AND LITERALLY ANY SLIME RANCHER RELATED XENOGENDER)

Mississippi [he/him] - Cis Male

Missouri [he/they] - Transfem Demiboy

Montana [he/they/it] - Twospirit

Nebraska [he/they/husk] - Deadboy

Nevada [he/it/they/she] - Boyflux Trans Man Xenic (No specifics in mind)

New Hampshire [Any Pronouns] - Girlflux

New Jersey [she/they] - Transfeminine

New Mexico [he/they] - Demiboy

New York [it/she/they] - Agendergirl

North Carolina [Ask Pronouns] - Genderflux

North Dakota [he/they] - Demiboy

Ohio [Ask Pronouns] - Genderfluid Transfem

Oklahoma [he/him] - Questioning

Oregon [he/they] - Boything Genderqueer

Pennsylvania [he/him] - Genderapathetic

Rhode Island [he/she/celeste/taurus/sirius] - Genderqueer Xenic (Genderfuck, Stargender, Staricangel, Tauragender)

South Carolina [he/they] - Transmasc

South Dakota [he/they/she] - Demiboy Demigirl Bigender Xenic (Aterpolillic, Auraunpollic, Cabbagemamesic, Caepolillic, Flapolillic, Greymothic, Mothneut, Nivpolillic, Primrosemothic, Rubpolillic, Viripolillic (etc.))

Tennessee [they/he] - Demimasculine

Texas [she/xe] - Trans Woman (no xenos but she is a wolf therian BECAUSE I SAY SO)

Utah [he/him] - Cis Male

Vermont [he/him] - Trans Man

Virginia [it/its] - Trans Woman

Washington [he/they/moth] - Transmasculine Demiboy

West Virginia [he/they/moth/night/dark] - Demimasculine Xenic (Mothmangender )

Wisconsin [he/him] - Cis Male

Wyoming [they/them] - Nonbinary Twospirit

and bonus non-states because i want to!!!

DC [he/him] - Trans Man

District of Columbia [Ask Pronouns] - Genderfluid

CDC [ey/they/he] - Xenic Trans Man (Cleancoric, Rosamistica, Strawblainberic)

Government [Any Pronouns] - Agender

IDC [sh*/h*r] - Cis Female Xenic (Galaxyfeminine, Narcfem)

National Guard [he/him] - Cis Male

anyway thank you for reading i love you all so much <3 /p

\* can't find the source but i have the flag :sob:

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MIssouri Pacific #1113 & #1534 by Jim Strain Via Flickr: MoPac 1113 (SW1200) & 1534 (MP15DC) shoving past SH Tower into TRRA's Madison yard in Venice, Il. (800174)* Kodachrome by Jim Strain October 17, 1980

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This day in history

Going to Defcon this weekend? I'm giving a keynote, "An Audacious Plan to Halt the Internet's Enshittification and Throw it Into Reverse," on Saturday at 12:30pm, followed by a book signing at the No Starch Press booth at 2:30pm!

https://info.defcon.org/event/?id=50826

#20yrsago Print-to-toilet-roll https://web.archive.org/web/20030406045030/http://www.idealhomeshow.co.uk/content/attractions/content.asp?location=32

#20yrsago Ian Clarke is leaving America https://slashdot.org/comments.pl?sid=73841&cid=6632511

#15yrsago Defunct pizza parlor robot band repurposed for fan music-vids https://www.wired.com/2008/08/showbiz-pizzas/

#10yrsago Lavabit founder has stopped using email: “If you knew what I know, you might not use it either” https://www.forbes.com/sites/kashmirhill/2013/08/09/lavabits-ladar-levison-if-you-knew-what-i-know-about-email-you-might-not-use-it/?sh=745a0549648a

#10yrsago Stephen Fry explains what a hateful, terrible thing is the Daily Mail https://web.archive.org/web/20130812055755/http://stephen-fry-me.tumblr.com/post/57805910021/the-daily-mail-and-lord-dacre-appeasing-again

#10yrsago NSA firing 90% of its sysadmins to eliminate potential Snowdens https://www.nbcnews.com/technolog/nsa-cut-system-administrators-90-percent-limit-data-access-6c10884390

#5yrsago The EPA’s own staff are aghast that Trump is bringing back asbestos https://www.nytimes.com/2018/08/10/climate/epa-asbestos-rule.html

#5yrsago Reminder: your state may be purging you from its voter rolls https://a.wholelottanothing.org/2018/08/10/democracy-dies-in-the-darkness/

#5yrsago TSA: the fact that our secret surveillance program hasn’t caught anyone means it’s working https://www.techdirt.com/2018/08/10/tsa-admits-quiet-skies-surveillance-program-is-useless-promises-to-continue-engaging-useless-surveillance/

#5yrsago American Conservative laments market concentration and private property as bad for free expression https://www.theamericanconservative.com/i-was-banned-for-life-from-twitter/

#5yrsago Missouri voters kill the state’s anti-union law with a massively successful ballot initiative https://www.governing.com/archive/gov-missouri-unions-ballot-primary-janus.html

#1yrsago A modest proposal to fix contracts https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/10/be-reasonable/#i-would-prefer-not-to

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Outlander scene recreated 🎬 and promoted at a private event in Kansas City?

Social Private Fan Event on 26th August 2023 at the National WWI Museum and Memorial in Kansas City (MO)

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His fans took their support of Heughan too far as they started cheering, Sam’s representation in Outlander’s previous seasons and participation late in the series.

His attendance which is not the first time in exclusive sessions at the National WWI Museum and Memorial a War Museum in Kansas City, Missouri for money is a really bad move. “It is not appropriate” to underestimate the strike.

SH didn’t Call Out, Lionsgate or SONY to meet SAG-AFTRA Demands in Kansas City (MO) in 2023 and show solidarity with his colleagues and actors in the industry.

🎬 Shoutout to our #SagAftraMembers members in Los Angeles, rallying on the #SagAftraStrike picket lines today

#SAG-AFTRA #strike #Outlander #privateevents #NationalWWIMuseumandMemorial #fans #KansasCity

@pinkblizzardgladiator The photographer is very specific: Father and son together! #JamieYWilliam. Sam cannot be associated with any Outlander-related event. He may not take part in conventions, this includes appearances, panels, and fan meets and greets. He is not independent of the character and this relationship is a distinction that his fans cannot understand. SH promoted the series by signing the Outlander poster with his image.

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The Banshees of Inisherin (2022) Review

Before we start, serious question - WTF is a banshee??!

Plot: On a remote island off the coast of Ireland, Pádraic is devastated when his buddy Colm suddenly puts an end to their lifelong friendship. With help from his sister and a troubled young islander, Pádraic sets out to repair the damaged relationship by any means necessary. However, as Colm's resolve only strengthens, he soon delivers an ultimatum that leads to shocking consequences.

Slowly but surely the awards season has begun, and right off the gate we have a strong contender with The Banshees of Inisherin, which is a mouthful of a title, though that is acknowledged in the film by one character, who observes that it sounds interesting with all the ‘sh’s. And he is not wrong! Also, I have now learnt the meaning of ‘banshee’, it means a female spirit whose wailing warns of a death in a house. So yep, that’s some casual foreshadowing in the title. However I’m not here to review film titles, I’m here to talk about the motion pictures themselves! So, this one reunites the entire main team of In Bruges, which was a 2008 crime comedy about two hitmen hiding out in a town in Belgium after a crime gone wrong. Those two hitmen were played by Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson, and they now return in The Banshees playing very different characters, though not losing any of the chemistry that made this duo pairing work in the first place.

Martin McDonagh who wrote and directed In Bruges is also back and at the helm, and even though the cast of this film are all great and we shall get to them, the real star here is McDonagh who brings his absolute A-game from both the fantastically written screenplay and direction. It’s nice to see McDonagh back in this more smaller scale indie-like medium, as for a while he was taken away by big Hollywood projects such as Seven Psychopaths and Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, and though those were enjoyable, I did find them a bit overstuffed and messy. McDonagh comes from a theatrical background as a playwright, so naturally in his experience he works better in simplicity. In Bruges was located in one small town with a very simple premise, and that worked wonderfully. He’s also directed a short film (also starring Gleeson) called Six Shooter which is actually on YouTube now which I’d say is very worth your time. And again - small scale and set mainly on a train. So with The Banshees McDonagh once more returns to his roots so to speak, by setting the scene on this remote tiny Irish island where a very small population live, so much so that everyone knows everyone. Irish Civil War is raging on in the mainland, however all is quiet on the western front so to speak, as this island is separated from all the bloodshed with only some gunshots heard in the distance, creating this very isolated and lonely feel, with the latter playing a major ongoing theme throughout the movie. So what could possibly go wrong in the island of peace and harmony?

Before anything else lets address the island itself. The Irish landscapes are absolutely gorgeous and the cinematography takes full advantage of this natural beauty. Like this is an wonderfully pretty looking movie. Throughout all the farce and madness, the camera never shies away from showing off the green plains, the bright blue skies, the rocky cliffs, the various animals running about. Speaking of the animals, there are some really adorable ones here, especially a pony and a dog that literally pull at your heartstrings. As a whole though the film really makes the island of Inisherin feel like a character in itself. So props to McDonagh and the cinematographer Ben Davis for really honing in on those photographic landscapes. 

That being said, besides the landscapes the narrative itself features little to no beauty. This is actually a really dark tale - a tragedy of male friendship gone sour. You really do feel sorry for Farrell’s Pádraic, as he is “one of life’s good guys”, and witnessing him descend into madness starting from being hurt, sad and confused when his friend all of a sudden doesn’t want to be friends with him no more, it is indeed tragic. What’s worse is both men have good points as to why one wants to get the friendship back and why the other wants it to end. Gleeson’s Colm is depressed by a sense of time slipping away, and determined to do something creative with whatever years he has left. As such he’s ridding himself of the “aimless chatting” of “a limited man”. Whilst Pádraic, well, the guy just wants his friend back, you know? That’s all he wants. Naturally both of them are very extreme in their decisions, with Colm especially being very blunt and at times shocking with his choices, but that again is a comment of the stubbornness of men. So much so that Pádraic doesn’t even notice the loneliness and sadness of his smarter sister Siobhán (played by Kerry Condon), or his dismissal of the town fool Dominic (Barry Keoghan) as the island’s premier dullard (an assessment that is tragically untrue) mirrors his own mistreatment by Colm – an unjust hierarchy of hurt. 

That being said, through all this darkness this movie is f****** funny!! It’s hilarious from the lines of dialogue to the character expressions, this movie is one if the not the funniest movies of this year. There are plenty quotable laugh-out-loud moments, ranging from oddball comedy to satire. And here is also where the cast absolutely excell. Colin Farrell’s facial expressions throughout this movie, as he tries yet fails to process why his friend isn’t his friend anymore are nothing short of hysterical. Brendan Gleeson as Colm, though the less flashier role and relies on him being more stoic and calm, still results in humour through the sheer fact of how much this guy does not care. And the things he ends up doing throughout the movie are done so non-chalantly, when others would be horrified and traumatised. Kerry Condon is also powerful as the only real voice of reason in the movie, as she speaks on behalf of the audience as she exclaims “you can’t just stop being friends with someone! It’s not nice!”. But the real scene stealer is Barry Keoghan as the ‘foolish’ Dominic, who is very eccentric in his movements, but also has this endearing quality to him that he asks or says things very honestly without reading the room, and its funny of course but also you do feel sorry for the chap. He really gets the brunt of it all so to speak. Also all the other cast of characters you meet on this island all to provide moments of amusement and humour.

Overall The Banshees of Inisherin balances its dark themes with absurdism so-so well, and the cast are all at the top of their game, the cinematography is sublime, the writing is on a whole ‘nother level. Equally hilarious yet tragic, I honestly find it difficult to find a fault in this one. Even the ending that really dials up on the dark madness feels deserved and the only direction for these characters to go, especially with the Irish folklore and myths behind it. Immensely enjoyed this one. Naturally after my viewing I had to head to the nearby pub and have a pint of Guinness. Seemed only right.

Overall score: 9/10

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The Most Infamous Karens Of 2023

From Citi Bike Karen to Disneyland Karen, the year was ripe with entitled ass white women.

By

Candace McDuffie

PublishedTuesday 4:00PM

2023, like every other year, had its fair share of Karens. From Citi Bike Karen to MAGA Karen to Postal Karen, here are the most infamous white women who caused racist spectacles this year.

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Disneyland Karen

This Karen verbally assaulted a mother, Eva Ramirez, in a Disneyland bathroom earlier this month. She screamed “I hate Mexicans” after allegedly hearing Ramirez and her two-year-old son speak Spanish to each other. Yes—we’re disgusted too.

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Postal Karen

In August, a white woman in Kirkwood, Missouri reportedly got herself kicked out of a post office after acting a damn fool and took it out on a Black woman employee. “You’re not equal!” she said before adding “Goddamn f**king step on white people.”

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Portland Karen

Last month, Janee Jewell Plummer allegedly punched a Black security guard multiple times, spit in his face, and called him the N-word after he tried to stop her from stealing. She was charged with two counts of bias crime, two counts of harassment, and a third-degree theft and robbery.

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Santa Barbara Karen

Jeanne Umana, 74, was charged with misdemeanor battery and misdemeanor trespassing in connection to a disturbing September incident. In a TikTok video, Umana is seen approaching Luis Cervantes, who was doing construction at a neighboring home. “I’m American, you’re a Tijuanan” she said to the man.

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Pool Party Karen

On July 4th weekend, a video went viral of a white woman in a Lakewood, Colorado apartment complex harassing a Latino family. Blair Featherman apologized for her racist behavior, in which she told the family “You have a f**king Mexican party in a pool. Trash.”

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Citi Bike Karen

Sarah Jane Comrie, a nurse at Bellevue Hospital, was seen on video crying white women tears and screaming for help claiming that a Black teen was hurting her over a Citi Bike. She also had a friend call 911 because the boy was trying to check out a bike she stated was hers. The moment went viral and even though Comrie got called out she still raised thousands of dollars via GoFundMe.

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Blackface Karen

In a clip obtained by TMZ, a woman identified as Ersilia Campbell interrupted the peaceful shoppers of an Aurora Target while wearing brown makeup on her face. When called out about her blackface, Campbell’s response was: “Yea, well Lester Holt did ‘whiteface’ and nobody said sh*t.” 

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Utah Karen

Kathryn Smith, a Karen hailing from Utah, verbally and physically assaulted a Black mother, Cecillee Cummings, and her nine-year-old son. Earlier this month, Smith was arrested on multiple outstanding warrants including disorderly conduct, property damage, and assault.

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Casino Karen

Over the summer, a white couple verbally attacked a Black man in a casino identified as Devon Leslie Jr. “Stop being a little b**ch you f***ing ni***r.” Leslie caught the entire exchange on camera and posted it on social media.

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MAGA Karen

Earlier this year, Abigail Jo Shry called the federal courthouse and left a racist threat to Judge Tanya Chutkan, the judge overseeing Donald Trump’s criminal case. “You are in our sights, we want to kill you. If Trump doesn’t get elected in 2024, we are coming to kill you,” Shry said on the recording. Investigators quickly found and arrested her.

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Snow Shoveling Karen

Two Black men in Illinois who were minding their business and shoveling snow when they met a disgruntled white lady. She called the police and said they were harassing her even though they offered to shoveled for free. The cops were baffled but ultimately told them to leave her property alone.

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Coca-Cola Karen

Kim Jennings, the manager of a North Carolina apartment complex, was seen on surveillance camera dousing a bottle of Coke on a little Black boy and hitting him in the head with it several times. She was charged with two counts of assault on a child.

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Airplane Karen

Tiffany Gomas went viral over the summer for making a scene while voluntarily de-boarding a plane. The public believed that she was drunk while she shouted: “I don’t give two f**ks but I’m telling you right now, that motherf****r back there is not real!”

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So. You requested stories a while ago.

I was 13, on a field trip (church group, long story), and we stopped at the St. Louis Arch for some sightseeing. It’s a big arch. Metal. I’m not really sure what the appeal is. Point is, there’s a museum at the bottom, and then you get to take these mini elevators to the top and see the sights of. St. Louis, Missouri. These elevators are tiny, which is a relevant point of our story. Other relevant part is I hate this situation; I’m not good with heights, or with doing things out of my comfort zone.

The elevators hold 5 people, individually seated. The group I’m ascending the Arch with is one kid from my group, and this family of fellow tourists – mom, dad, and a kid. (If any of this sounds familiar to you, please don’t doxx me.)

The dad is this funny guy, or at least that’s what I assume in retrospect. We got a third of the way up, and he started talking about the structural instability of the Arch. The St. Louis Arch, which we were in. Did you know that back in the day, the machinery would sometimes get stuck? And then people would be trapped in the elevators for hours. No air conditioning back then, either. People had to wait for the staff to let them out of the chambers they were locked in, and start walking down...

Halfway up, and I couldn’t take any more. I made eye contact with him, and issued a curt, “Sh.” Not an exaggerated “SSSSHHHHHSHSHSHSHSHSH” like in libraries in the movies, just a quick, staccato command. I’m not sure how much longer the ride lasted after that, but let me tell you, longest half of an elevator ride in my life. I’m a pretty quiet person, generally non-confrontational, so I had never done anything like that before.

That said, though: we got to the top. Spent a few minutes taking in the sights of St. Louis, Missouri. The mom ended up asking my groupmate if I could ride with them on the way down. Sadly I didn’t, we ended up leaving later than they did. Hope they’re all right out there. I’m less afraid of heights, now. Moral of the story: don’t be afraid to tell random strangers to cool it, I guess. At least if you’re a shy kid. Idk how applicable this is to your situation.

That’s fucking awesome glad you said something bc that might’ve been funny for him but not for you and it’s not exactly bad of him to say that; he didn’t know your fear of heights but it is weird he would say that in that situation and yeah I’m a shy kid too lol. But I’m not very afraid of heights bc I used to do trapeze. Anyways that’s such a funny story! Well, maybe not funny at the time, but you get what I’m saying. I’m glad you told that to me! I wish I knew who you were so I could send you a cool story too

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Holidays 8.9

Holidays

Battle of Gangut Day (Russia)

Betty Boop Day

Book Lovers Day [also 1st Saturday in Nov.]

Caper Day (French Republic)

Clean Out the Kitchen Cupboards Day

Cranham Feast (Gloucestershire, UK)

Dag der Inheemsen (Indigenous People’s Day; Suriname)

Defense Forces Day (Zimbabwe)

809 Day

Frank Zappa Day (Baltimore)

Indigenous People’s Day (Suriname)

International Art Appreciation Day

International Coworking Day

International Day of the World's Indigenous People (UN)

International Pigtail Day

International Sundance (Lakota; Manitoba, Canada)

Jesse Owens Day

Laugh At Religion Day

Meyboom (Brussels and Leuven, Belgium)

Moment of Silence Day (Japan)

Moon’s Day

Nagasaki Day

National Billiards & Pool Day

National Hand Holding Day

National Peacekeepers Day 9Canada)

National Polka Day

National Psychiatric Technician Appreciation Day

National Rebecca Day

National Women's Day (South Africa)

Nippy Day

Official Air Guitar Day (Kansas City, Missouri)

Patient Application Day

Quit India Day (India)

Rain of Mussels Day (Germany)

Sean Astin Appreciation Day

Send An E-mail Day

Smokey the Bear Day

Unicorn Day

Veep Day

World Adivasi Day (India)

World Baijiu Day

World Book Lover’s Day

World Tribal Day (Parts of India)

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Passion Fruit Day

Rice Pudding Day

Swiss Roll Day (Sweden)

2nd Wednesday in August

Crayfish Premiere (Sweden) [2nd Wednesday]

National Psychiatric Technician Appreciation Day [Wednesday of 2nd Full Week]

World Calligraphy Day [Wednesday of 2nd Full Week]

Independence Days

Bradonia (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Singapore (from Malaysia, 1965)

Feast Days

Candida Maria of Jesus (Christian; Saint)

Edith Stein (a.k.a. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross; Christian; Saint)

Fedlimid (a.k.a. Felimy) of Kilmore (Christian; Saint)

Fénélon (Positivist; Saint)

Festival for Sol (Ancient Rome)

Festival of Sol Indigis (Roman Sun God; Ancient Rome)

Firmus and Rusticus (Christian; Saint)

Herman of Alaska (Russian Orthodox Church and related congregations; Episcopal Church (USA))

Invisible Pixy Spotting/Swatting Day (Pastafarian)

John Vianney (1950s – currently 8.4; Christian; Saint)

Mary Sumner (Church of England)

Media Aestas I (Pagan)

Nath Í of Achonry (Christian; Saint)

Pierre-Étienne Monnot (Artology)

Remembrance for Radbod, King of the Frisians (Asatru/Norse Pagan/The Troth)

Romanus Ostiarius (Christian; Saint)

Rosencranz & Gilderstern Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Secundian, Marcellian and Verian (Christian; Saints)

Talk to the Invisible Pixies Day (Pastafarian)

Trevor (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [44 of 71]

Premieres

The Abyss (Film; 1989)

The Art of Racing in the Rain (Film; 2019)

The Blue Lotus, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1934) [Tintin #5]

Come September (Film; 1961)

Dizzy Dishes, featuring Betty Boop (Fleischer Cartoon; 1930)

Donald’s Vacation (Disney Cartoon; 1940)

Dora and the Lost City of Gold (Film; 2019)

Elysium (Film; 2013)

Endangered Species, by Lynyrd Skynyrd (Album; 1994)

Escape from L.A. (Film; 1996)

The Glass Bead Game, by Hermann Hesse (Novel; 1943)

Hopp-Go-Lucky (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Hot Fun in the Summertime, by Sly and the Family Stone (Song; 1969)

In a World… (Film; 2013)

Jack (Film; 1996)

Just to See You Smile, by Tim McGraw (Song; 1997)

Lovelace (Film; 2013)

Mary Poppins, by P.L. Travers (Novel; 1934)

The Moomins and the Great Flood, by Tove Jansson (Children’s Book; 1945)

My Science Project (Film; 1985)

Outlander (TV Series; 2014)

The Peanut Butter Falcon (Film; 2019)

Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure (Film; 1985)

Pil’s Adventures (Animated Film; 2022)

Planes (Animated Film; 2013)

Ready! Steady! Go! (BBC TV Series; 1963)

Real Genius (Film; 1985)

Reservation Dogs (TV Series; 2021)

Ruben Brandt, Collector (Animated Film; 2018)

Saturday Night Fish Fry, recorded by Louis Jordan (Song; 1949)

September (Film; 1961)

Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars, by Edie Brickell & the New Bohemians (Album; 1988)

Walden, by Henry David Thoreau (Short Story; 1854)

Wet Paint (Disney Cartoon; 1946)

xXx (Film; 2002)

Today’s Name Days

Edith (Austria)

Firmin, Roman, Terezija, Tvrtko (Croatia)

Roman (Czech Republic)

Rosmanus (Denmark)

Deboora, Imma, Melita, Mesike (Estonia)

Eira, Erja, Nadja (Finland)

Amour (France)

Altmann, Edith, Roman (Germany)

Triantafilia, Triantafilos Triantafyllos (Greece)

Emőd (Hungary)

Fermo, Maria, Romano, Rustico (Italy)

Ģedimins, Genoveva, Madara, Tautgodis (Latvia)

Mintartas, Rolandas, Romanas, Tarvilė (Lithuania)

Ronald, Ronny (Norway)

Jan, Klarysa, Miłorad, Roland, Roman, Romuald (Poland)

Ľubomíra (Slovakia)

Román, Teresa (Spain)

Roland (Sweden)

Mark, Markian (Ukraine)

Felim, Ledell, Phelan, Phelim, Phelps (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 221 of 2024; 144 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 32 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Ji-Wei), Day 23 (Ji-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 22 Av 5783

Islamic: 22 Muharram 1445

J Cal: 11 Hasa; Foursday [11 of 30]

Julian: 27 July 2023

Moon: 38%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 25 Dante (8th Month) [Fénélon]

Runic Half Month: Thorn (Defense) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 50 of 94)

Zodiac: Leo (Day 19 of 31)

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