#warzone vaccination

[critical-birb]

Obsessed with @axidentshappen's Revalink comic and all their awesome Rito designs alsjdfhhj, they're so cool!!! It made me wanna design some Rito so much I got home today and immediatly started sketching away (pardon my rough art).

So here's my two villager ocs! Enzo the beak clipper (based on that one post about Rito oral hygene and how the heck they care for their beaks - resulting in the community info that beaks never stop growing and need to be either filed down or clipped - so he's basically the Rito equivelent of a dentist!). I think he's very jolly and soft, loves fledglings a lot and wishes he could have some of his own, but both him and his wife are egg-layers so can't reproduce together.

And Besli the field medic - she's based on a dove. Besli's the medic specifically for the Rito Warriors and goes with them into active warzones - dispite her soft appearence she's very used to blood and gore, and has a STRONG grip so that she can wrestle to the ground full grown warriors being big babies about getting their vaccines. Very no-nonsense (unlike her husband who always has a pocket full of lollypops). She actually lost her eye to one of the young Rito Warrior trainees who waas being overly cocky and accidently shot her with a fire arrow.

Anyway I had tons of fun with this and encourage everyone to have a go designing a Rito because it's great aaaa.

[eye-in-hand]

What makes me so mad about these Gaza GFM shits is that this stuff IS HORRIBLE. And yet none of the idiots that reblog this shit or donate blame HAMAS, who is the reason Gazans end up in unsafe zones, have no food or water because they steal aid, start wars that they can't win, martyr Gazans while their leaders who have enough money to help every Gazan sit around in other countries unaffected making bank off these useful idiots in the west, active warzones being made by civilian areas, and spread propaganda that vaccines from Israel will kill them.

It's almost like dead Gazans benefit Hamas' propaganda and religious extremism or something hm weird.

But seriously, if these Westerners really cared about helping Gazans, they'd stop supporting Hamas. But at best they're raging antisemites who chant "from the river to the sea" and send money to terrorists, and at worst they're potential terrorists themselves ready to "globalize the intifada". They don't care about the people of Gaza though, that's for fucking sure. Ya'll would get along great with the Kahanists maybe you should talk to them while you're at it.

[filaantrocrowdfunding]

Science for Good: World Science Day for Peace and Development

Science just like everything in the world has good and bad utility. It has been used to cause large-scale destruction and harm. But on the other hand, science has also been used to improve the lives and conditions of human beings.

November 10 is annually celebrated as World Science Day for Peace and Development. The annual observance highlights the significant role science plays in our society. It also focuses on the importance and practical application of science in our daily lives.

The theme for the year 2023 is ‘Building Trust In Science’. Social media has given everyone a platform to air their views. But at the same time, it has given a platform for people to spread misinformation. Climate Change Denial, Anti-Vaxxers, and Flat Earthers are only a click away from us. Therefore, it has become extremely important to build trust in science once again. This is the core motive of the theme.

To celebrate World Science Day for Peace and Development, we’ll be looking at how science has made our lives better and easier.

Before the invention of the printing press, books were hand-written. As hand-written books took an intense amount of labour to produce, books were expensive and only accessible to the rich. This all changed in the 15th century when Johannes Gutenberg invented the printing press. With the printing press, books could be produced faster, which made books cheaper in the market. As the cost of books decreased, they became accessible to even the poorer people. Today, books can be purchased by almost anyone with an average income, which is all thanks to Johannes Gutenberg.

According to the estimates of the World Health Organization (WHO), vaccines save between 3.5–5 million people every year. Vaccines were also responsible for curbing the COVID-19 pandemic. The earliest form of vaccine can be traced back to 10th Century China. But officially, the credit for the invention of the vaccine has been given to Edward Jenner, who used cowpox to develop a smallpox vaccine. Through vaccination, WHO has been able to eradicate the smallpox disease.

Keeping your food fresh is a challenge most humans today are unaware of. But back in the day, it was difficult to keep your food fresh. However, artificial forms of cooling have made it possible to preserve food for longer times. The first domestic refrigerator was invented in 1913 by Fred Wolf, an appliance which we can’t even imagine living without.

Travelling by land or sea is extremely time-consuming. It can take many days or even months to reach the destination. But with the invention of aeroplanes by the Wright Brothers, we can today travel long distances within hours. This has significantly changed our world and our way of transportation. People can be instantly rescued from warzone regions and even relief materials can be given to disaster-struck regions in an instant.

As mentioned earlier, the Internet can be used for the spread of misinformation. But it is an application for connecting people cannot be ignored. Through the internet, the entire world’s knowledge has been transported to our screens. It has made us more aware of the world’s issues and also given voice to the oppressed communities.

Child Help Foundation believes in the power of science for good. It has established many Mini Science Centres to make science easier for students to learn.

Thank you for taking the time to read the article. Make sure to share it with all your friends and family members.

[doctorshouseandhorrible-are-in]

More than three weeks into the latest Ebola outbreak in the Democratic Republic of Congo, 61 people have died ― making this eruption among the nine largest Ebola outbreaks since the deadly hemorrhagic fever was first identified in the 1970s. And global health experts are concerned this may be just the beginning of the fight in an already embattled region.

The northeast region of North Kivu has now identified 105 cases of Ebola since Aug. 1 ― nearly double the count of the previous outbreak in Congo that made headlines this spring.

North Kivu is home to about 1 million displaced people due to the ongoing threats from armed rebel groups in the area. The United Nations has its largest peacekeeping mission there and considers the region a U.N. Security threat level 4 (on a five-level scale).

Global health experts are also worried about other factors contributing to the rapid spread of the disease, including a high infection rate among health care workers, porous international borders and other geographical difficulties, resistance from local communities to ceasing unsafe burial practices and an impending rainy season that could hamper logistical efforts.

“We are on an epidemiological precipice,” Peter Salama, the World Health Organization’s emergency response chief, warned last week.

Citing Salama’s comments, Dr. Thomas Inglesby, director of the Johns Hopkins Center for Health Security, told HuffPost, “We don’t know how this is going to go.”

While the current public health risk posed by the Ebola outbreak at the regional and national levels is high, according to the WHO, the global risk is low. The latter may be thanks to the international community’s swift intervention and investment, which could cost up to $43.8 million.

And yet experts say this battle is far from over.

“We are truly at the crossroads,” Salama said at a WHO briefing on Friday. “On one hand, the response is scaling up really well. ... However, due to the trajectory of the initial set of cases and the likely amplification from health care facilities, we’re very likely to continue to see at least one additional wave of cases.”

Local Clinics Could Become Transmission Hotspots

Infection among health care workers is always a concern in major outbreaks because those people come into close contact with many others, easily passing along the infection. With 14 health care workers infected so far, local clinics in North Kivu are at risk of becoming transmission hotspots and expanding the outbreak, Salama said Friday.

“Health care facilities and workers seem to be driving the epidemiology and its amplification,” Salama said.

The infections among health care workers may be due to two factors, said Dr. Mesfin Tessema, senior director of health for the International Rescue Committee.

Since most of the region in northeast Congo where this outbreak is taking place had never seen Ebola before, many health workers were not equipped to recognize the symptoms and protect themselves and others, Tessema told HuffPost. In addition, the vast majority of health care clinics in the area do not have electricity or running water, which meant instruments and hands were being washed in a common bucket ― a recipe for further infection.

“The stories that we’re hearing about potential exposure in the health care settings and people having extended periods of illness in their home make us concerned that we will see another wave of infection,” said Dr. Inger Damon, the director of the Division of High-Consequence Pathogens and Pathology at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

When It’s Dangerous Even To Track Cases

In order to track people who might be exposed to Ebola, health teams need to go deep into a community to find potential cases ― and then monitor them twice a day for three weeks over the possible incubation period. That can be difficult in places where an armed escort is needed for even the simplest travel.

Salama called the “red zones” ― the areas of highest security concern where health workers are now required to travel with armed military escorts ― blindspots for the Ebola response.

“I don’t believe ... that we are likely to be missing a large cluster of cases [in the red zones] ― that’s highly unlikely,” he said at the WHO briefing. “But what I cannot rule out is that there are a small number of cases in those security blindspots that we are missing or perhaps will be delayed picking up for a few days because of security issues.”

Salama detailed how his worst fears were realized when a doctor in the town of Oicha, whose access road is controlled by the Allied Democratic Forces (ADF), was confirmed to have Ebola. The violent rebel group has a practice of taking hostages ― including priests, nonprofit workers and government personnel ― which amplifies the security risk.

The threat that health care workers could be kidnapped for ransom or to treat insurgent members was one of the reasons that many community health care workers don’t identify themselves as such publicly, said Tessema, who was in the North Kivu city of Beni last month for a separate health project.

“Despite the fact that WHO and others have appealed to fighting forces for access for health care workers to resume their work, we haven’t heard from any groups that they have welcomed anyone,” Tessema said. WHO Director General Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus called for free and secure access on Aug. 12.

Salama said that while there had been no direct contact between the ADF and the WHO, indirect contact had been made.

Meanwhile, the start of the rainy season is throwing a wrench in some of the preparations for Doctors Without Borders’ second Ebola treatment center in the outbreak zones in North Kivu, experts said. It’s also making travel more challenging as the rain floods dirt roads.

The Threat of Community Pushback

Another great concern for Inglesby and Tessema was the news that people in Mangina ― which is considered the epicenter of the outbreak ― have been resistant to adopting safe burial practices. That kind of community pushback can be deadly, Tessema warned, and led to some of the more severe outbreaks during the 2014-2016 Ebola epidemic, which killed 11,300 and infected 28,600 more in West Africa.

“The success in all Ebola outbreak response is dependent on identifying cases and isolating them and preventing the spread to their close contacts either in the hospital or in their communities,” Inglesby explained. “If unsafe burial practices are going on, then family members or friends of victims of Ebola are going to be exposed and potentially spread it further in the community.”

Authorities were alerted to the current outbreak after the July 25 death of a 65-year-old woman with hemorrhagic fever symptoms and the subsequent deaths of seven of her family members after her burial.

“Despite our best intention, people might decide to hide bodies, which is an epic risk,” Tessema told HuffPost.

Community pushback hasn’t been limited to burial practices, either. A group of youth burned down a health center and slightly injured an Ebola vaccinator in the village of Manbango, which is outside Beni, after learning of the death of a villager, Salama said.

A ‘New Normal’

For Inglesby, the occurrence of Ebola outbreaks so close to each other is highly concerning, especially at a time when the world is seeing a rising number of outbreaks of the worst kinds of pathogens.

“If you track major international outbreaks, there’s a real staccato,” he said. “And I think we should presume that this is the new normal given the pattern of the last 5 to 10 years.”

Never before has Ebola struck in an area with [such] a scale of chronic insecurity and humanitarian crisis. A spokesperson for the White House’s National Security Council

Global health experts were heartened to see WHO Director General Ghebreyesus and CDC Director Robert Redfield in Congo last week alongside that country’s health minister, Dr. Oly Ilunga. Their presence indicated high-level investment in combating the outbreak.

Redfield could be key in lobbying for higher U.S. engagement if it’s needed, Inglesby said. He credited then-CDC Director Tom Frieden’s firsthand visit to West Africa in August 2014 as critical to influencing heavy American involvement in fighting that epidemic.

As for U.S. aid in the current outbreak, eight experts from the CDC have been deployed to Congo, while nine more have been sent to Uganda to monitor the situation at the two nations’ border. The U.S. Agency for International Development has sent 20,000 personal protection equipment kits (which include full-body coverage, heavy-duty gloves and goggles) and 50,000 universal care kits (which include surgical masks, face shields, gloves and disinfection materials).

“Never before has Ebola struck in an area with [such] a scale of chronic insecurity and humanitarian crisis,” a spokesperson for the White House’s National Security Council told HuffPost. “We recognize that insecurity and access constraints and continued population displacement ― and movement across nearby international borders ― will make this outbreak challenging to control.”

[flatspot]

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[ms-demeanor]

Your Mother-in-law is wiser than you know.

Fiat currencies come and go, but gold and silver stay valuable.

If some catastrophe happens, and you and your family wake up to realise that you've all been transported to ancient Babylon, or the Persian Empire, or the Roman Republic, or Medieval England, or Ming Dynasty China, your credit cards and your bitcoin and your bank notes with Illuminati symbols on them will be useless.

Gold and silver? Melt them down and sell them, you'll immediately be able to trade with the locals.

It's a smoky day in the postapocalypse. The fires never really stop, but there were a lot of masks thrown away during the pandemic, so most people have gotten used to raking through landfills and sanitizing their finds in the weak red sunlight. But breathing smoke through three layers of paper is draining and so is clearing the toxic soot off your skin when you make it back inside a filtered building.

It's hard to get by - it's Southern California, after all, and it was never meant to support a population this size. The water-deaths that happened in the first three months weren't enough to relieve the barely-functional grid, and power has been down for two years. There's nobody left to clear the cars that ran out of gas on the way out of town, so the only way to leave is on foot, and then where would you go? Nevada and Arizona don't have water either, the 5 is a warzone, and it's a long, long way to Oregon and you might get killed at the border if you make it that far.

Sometimes you dream about taking your bike down to the beach and finding a sailboat bobbing in the surf. You dream that you know how to sail. You dream that you brought enough food for the journey North when you took a day trip to collect clams in the surf. You dream that your friends are with you, and that you push the boat into the waves and make it all the way to Washington with good weather and clear skies and nobody else you love dying.

But you're not at the beach, and there is no boat, and you can't sail anyway. It's a smoky day in the postapocalypse and you've got a cut on your leg that has turned a worrying color.

The Goldline Station closest to your house has become a kind of weekend market. It's hard to walk along the freeways, and dangerous, but the train tracks are pretty clear. If you're lucky, sometimes you can even get on a hand car and ride for a while if what you need isn't at the local station. But you know the drugstore guy is always in the same shaded parking space by the dry fountain.

Drugstore Guy used to work at a drugstore. He figured out what was going on before anyone else at his store did, and filled his truck with everything that would fit, grateful that he'd brought his truck with the camper shell instead of his wife's Prius. He managed to grab enough stock that lots of people around here survived things that people two towns over didn't. He even grabbed the stock of vaccines, and has managed to amass enough in trade that he's still got a refrigerator with full vials. You don't want to know what a TDaP shot costs these days, and are grateful that you had a tetanus shot a month before everything went to shit.

The parking spot never has a lot of customers around it because Drugstore Guy doesn't need volume. What the parking spot DOES always have is three huge dudes with very big guns chatting with their boss, sitting around a big cooler in beat-up beach chairs.

All of them perk up as you ride over. The huge dudes are very still and very hostile, but Drugstore Guy is smiling at you, his eyes crinkled above is brand-new, never-used masks. You hop off your bike and lay it down behind you, the missing kickstand is an embarrassing liability with these men watching you.

"Hey," you say quietly, walking closer. "You got a Z-pak?"

"Sure," says Drugstore Guy. "But I don't think you can afford it. How about some penicillin?"

You shrug. "Allergic."

Drugstore guy nods. "That's rough. I've got penicillin like candy. I don't have many Z-paks."

You shift nervously from foot to foot. The wound on your leg throbs, reminding you of how far an angry red color had spread around it when you put a bandage on it before coming here.

"Z-paks don't last forever," you say. "You got any that are expired? I think I've got enough for that."

He laughs. "They're all expired. I still think you can't afford it." He looks behind you. "People who can buy my stuff don't ride broken bikes."

You shrug again. "It's not broken, I just didn't want to trade for another. Maybe I'm a little lazy, but I'm not cheap."

"Alright," Drugstore Guy says. "What've you got."

You take your backpack off slowly. You know the big guys have seen the revolver you've got holstered against your ribs, but everybody at the market has a gun. You're not worried about them seeing it, you don't want them to think you're going for it. You dig into the pocket that was resting against your sweaty shirt, the safest place to keep anything valuable you're carrying. The plastic container you come up with is about the size of a playing card, and the silver dollar inside of it flashes in the sun. You pass it over for Drugstore Guy to examine.

The look he gives you, with what you can see of his face, can only be described as pitying. "I don't know if you know this, kiddo," he says, "but US Legal Tender really doesn't mean much these days."

You shake your head. The fact that it's a dollar isn't important. "It's silver. It's real. One ounce of silver, more than 99 percent pure."

Drugstore guy looks at the coin in his hand and back to you, and back to the coin. "Even if it is 99 percent pure," he says, "which you can't prove, what the fuck am I supposed to do with silver?"

It's hot and smoky and your leg is burning and his question throws you for a loop.

"It's silver," you say. "You know. Silver."

"Buddy, I can't eat silver," Drugstore guy says. "And neither can anybody else around here. Who would I even spend this with?"

You're sweating, and your head hurts. "I've got gold too," you say. You hadn't planned on blurting it out like that. You didn't want to use it, and had hoped the price wouldn't get that high. "Real gold. 24 karat. A half-ounce bar. It was worth two thousand dollars before."

"Yeah?" Drugstore guy says, "And what's it worth now?"

You laugh, weakly. "A Z-pak, I hope."

"Nope," he says, and holds the silver dollar out for you to take. "What else you got?"

You're swaying a little. You don't take the coin back. "I - I've got some platinum and palladium, but you'd have to meet me-" you stammer.

Drugstore guy is looking at you like he's worried now. Like maybe whatever you've got is catching. "Do I look like I've got a use for platinum or palladium? Do I look like I need to make a bunch of high-end electronics today?"

"It - it's a store of value," you answer. "Precious metals have been used in ancient Babylon and Persia and the Roman republic and in Medieval England and Ming Dynasty China. It's - it's gold."

One of the big guys leans forward on his elbows, looking at you over his sunglasses. He looks a little more sympathetic than is boss does right now. "Do you have any eggs?"

"What?" You say. This whole excursion is beginning to feel more and more surreal.

"Jay's right," Drugstore guy says. "I could let a Z-pak go for two dozen eggs. "Or how about bullets? What caliber is your little pea-shooter there?"

"It's a .38," you say, "I don't - I don't have any eggs. Or bullets to spare." God knows that's true, you've got what's in the gun and you haven't even seen an egg in a year.

"Iodine? Bleach?" Another guard says. "How about hand-sewing needles? Or beeswax?"

"Coffee," you say, out of nowhere. You have four cans in an insulated bin in your garage. "I've got a can of French roast. Still sealed."

"Well now," Drugstore Guy sits back in his chair, cheerful again. "That is worth a Z-Pak. Is it on you?"

Drugstore guy agrees to give you half the first dose from the Z-Pak and to hold onto the silver dollar as collateral while you ride home to get the coffee and bring it back to the market.

You're feeling pretty worn out by the time you make the trade. Drugstore guy passes you the cardboard packet of antibiotics and the dollar coin at the same time.

"Are you all on your own, kid?"

"Maybe," you say, defensive. "Why?"

"Because in spite of the mercenary nature of this exchange I am actually concerned about the well-being of my community and someone who shows up to trade with gold when they've got coffee seems like someone who could use a little help. We have a cookout on Sundays - it's bring what you can, eat if you can't - and there's a few people who meet up at the library on Wednesdays to do a skills exchange. If you've made it this long surely you've got some skills that got you here, and clearly you could stand to learn a few more."

Your mouth drops open behind your mask and all that you can think to say is "How does anyone know what day it is anymore?"

Drugstore Guy beams at you, and hands you a flier. It's not printed, but stamped. There's a map to a park and a promise of free, clean water to all who attend. "You ask. Today's Sunday. Dinner's at six."

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All of which is to say, Human Pet Guy, that there is very little you could do that would endear you to me *less* than tell me that I should listen more to my mother in law, who thinks that bigfoot is going to steal her grandchildren, about apocalypse survival scenarios. It is also to say that if you think that a silver dollar is going to be worth much more than a bitcoin in an actual survival situation you are Significantly More Wrong Than You Think.

The thing that metal hoarders don't understand is that while, yes, fiat currency is an arbitrary agreement to exchange paper at an artificially set value *so is the use of metal as a tool of exchange.* The amount that a silver penny was worth in medieval England was arbitrarily set because the *intrinsic* value of precious metals is pretty far removed from most people's daily lives so sometimes a piece of silver is going to be worth a lot less to someone than the twelve loaves of bread that the king had decreed *AND* because in all of the examples you listed counterfeiting was a huge problem in SPITE of being in a relatively high-trust situation, by which I mean that in situations where you have a well-formed society of people who trust one another and a rule of law and courts where people could redress wrongs you STILL had problems trusting the purity of the precious metals you were offered as currency and that isn't something that gets any better when you're dealing with people who are fighting over who gets to be the Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla.

So yeah this may be an issue of me out-crazying you because I'm not coming at this from a perspective of "fiat currency is good" I'm coming at this from a perspective of "precious metals are actually pretty worthless as a survival strategy if you're anticipating a society in which people will shoot you to take your diesel so start a compost pile, learn how to mend clothes, keep chickens, grow vegetables, and load ammo if that's the society you're worried about."

[mrssarahpudd]

September 16, 2021

Day 5 of covid. Woke up to very sore, very red, watery eyes. Not sure why, maybe coughing in my sleep? Head hurts a good bit this morning but no sure if its covid or weather? Tomorrow I go to get an infusion, antibodies to help boost my immune system. It will take 3 hours. Plus I have to stay an hour afterwards to check make sure I'm ok.

Being I do feel better I can already see how being sick my house is a wreck. Mainly the kitchen area. Its always the kitchen! Seriously like how is it my kitchen looks like a warzone anytime im sick or hurt and can't keep up with it. And I'm the only one that cooks! And theres only two of us!

Being that I had a little more energy we got the rest of the groceries out of the car. My husband put our new sticker on our trashcan. We also paid some bills. Even did the dishes. Took all my energy and ended up taking a 3 hour nap. After the nap I did have some more energy, however decided not to waste it and just relax with my husband.

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As of Tuesday night, Flynn appeared to have lost. Early returns showed him trailing state Rep. Andrea Salinas 41% to 19%, although only a portion of ballots cast had been counted. Cook Political, a nonpartisan outlet, called the race for Salinas. Protect Our Future PAC spent more than $11 million, much of it from cryptocurrency billionaire Sam Bankman-Fried, to support Flynn, a political newcomer. In the race’s final days, the super PAC spent more than $800,000 to attack Salinas. Flynn’s apparent loss was also a defeat for national Democrats’ House Majority PAC linked to House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, which invested nearly a million dollars on Flynn.

lol can you imagine if they had spent on something useful for once instead of on themselves. like... it does not have to be like this. cannot emphasize enough that nancy pelosi has a hand in vaccine rationing because she is part of why funding can't get passed. yet she can buy a plane ticket to the warzone in ukraine to pat the nazis on the back and join a crypto billionaire in funding congressional candidates for a state she does not live in

[pitheinfinite]

Life Update

Sorry it took so long. I finally got a break from work. The thing is, I moved again at the end of 2021, the second time in 6 months. The new place is much better and my life is going back on tack. However, the rent is also higher, so I have to take more cases to ease the financial pressure, leaving even lesser time for the game.

I do have some ongoing projects at hand, but I completely lost the track. To me, cc-making takes constant focus, If I got interrupted or distracted, most of the time, I couldn't recall where was I before the disruption. Considering my current time management, I'm afraid I won't go back as a creator anytime soon.

Other than that, everything is fine atm. My family are healthy and vaccinated. I got my two dozes too. The situation in Taiwan is okay, tho not COVID-net-zero anymore. Business as usual. Masks are still required with some restrictions remained, but in general it's acceptable.

What worries me more is actually the conflict between Ukraine and Russia. To be honest, Ukraine, as one of the major military suppliers to China, is hardly a friend to Taiwan. But, on the humanitarian ground, we Taiwanese know what it feels like to have a powerful and hostile neighbor claiming that your home is an inseparable part of their territory. People in Taiwan are with Ukrainian, and Russian civilians as well. No one wants to see their people hurt in the war. Innocent civilians are always the one got sacrificed only because of a few people's ambitions. Hope this nightmare will be gone soon.

Some of you might worry for Taiwan too. Yeah, Taiwan could be the next warzone. In fact China just announced another round of military exercise in South China Sea (2/27-3/1). Lots of Chinese forum are filled with celebration and taunting tones for they see the indifferent attitude among western countries at the beginning of the conflict as a sign that no one would stop them if they try to attack Taiwan. Yes, it is frustrating but also a wakeup call for Taiwan, reminding us of the necessity to abandon the idea of relying on other's rescue. Unlike Ukrainian, we literally have no place to escape. All we can do is either to fight till the last min like Ukrainians, or to surrender and survive as despicable cowards. The answer is pretty obvious, isn't it?

Hang in there, Ukraine, don't give in.

May the peace be upon the earth.

[wandaromanova]

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…..what the fuck is this????

[mars-the-4th-planet]

Centrists in Theory: I am both anti fascist and anti communist. Racist cops are bad and looting shops is bad. We should get vaccinated and wear masks but those who cannot do those things because of medical reasons can rely on herd immunity. Still, shutting down everything all the time may be excessive and too harmful for the economy. Bigotry is wrong but it's also wrong when Sjws do it. We should raise the minimum wage sure but to an amount that businesses can reasonably be expected to pay and still make a profit.

'Centrists' in Reality: What if the person the cops killed had a criminal history tho. You shouldn't judge transphobic legislators so harshly for anti-trans laws, I'm sure they have the best interests for youth in mind. Religious influence is government is a good thing actually. What if the cops shooting at random solitary people in the street with riot rounds were only doing it because a protest happened there recently? If you don't want the cops to hurt you, you shouldn't be on your porch watching them when they say not to. The curfew may have said you could stay out as long as you're on your property, but the cops make the rules on the spot not the elected city council/mayor. Don't go near a warzone and then get onto a soldier for harming you. The radical left tho. Workers should just work harder/smarter if they're not making enough money to pay the bills. Raising the minimum wage and taxing the rich is cruel to the wealthy, who are the real discriminated minority nowadays. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps. We need to open the schools no matter what, kids and their relatives at home will just have to deal with it. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made. We'll just manage ok? Racism isn't really a thing anymore, at least not against non-whites. I'm really more of a 'moderate conservative' see. Why can't we joke anymore? Is it illegal to have opinions now? Climate change is real but we're all gonna die anyway so who cares? Humans deserve it lmao. Animals don't have feelings lol they can't feel pain stupid hippie. Mm bacon. Grass does have feelings though plants scream in agony when they're killed. No its not an automatic chemical reaction they're screaming in agony they can feel pain they're sentient you cold-blooded monster. Not cows though. I'm not saying I agree with what Robert E. Lee believed but there's nothing wrong with liking him and wanting to keep his statues up. The left is just making itself look bad by destroying them. Jordan Peterson-

[digimonascending]

New partners for Digimon Chasm. Or...should I say old... Grace and Vulpimon are back! More information under the break:

Grace Full Name: Grace Gallant

Age: 17

Hair: Chestnut

Eyes: Hazel

Height: 5'10" Partner: Vulpimon

Personality

One would never guess, looking at the sweet, mildly shy young woman going about her daily life, that she has battled with monsters and spirits and through endless wars. And that is deliberate, as Grace would very much like to keep it that way. Soft-spoken and kind, if a little sarcastic, Grace tries her utmost to keep her life as a tamer out of sight and under control, not just to protect Vulpimon and the others from prying eyes, but also for the sake of her own sanity.

This is not an easy task, and Grace often finds herself pushing far too hard to keep a sense of control; over her life, her friends, and her family. While she tries to place her trust in the people around her, old habits die hard, and while not reckless by any means she is often the first to leap into action in a chaotic bid to calm things down. As much as she might like to project that This Is Fine, nonetheless she is easily stressed, often anxious, and still grappling with deep-seated inadequacies and guilt over the things she's lived through. And being the eldest experienced tamer still active and having the newcomers asking her to take leadership

really doesn't do much to help.

Although she struggles to juggle her lives and feelings, the one thing she keeps clear in her mind is a sense of responsibility, and a need to do right by the people she loves. It may be increasingly difficult, and she may find herself questioning

everything

that has led her to this, but when the time comes to stand in the warzone again for the sake of the world, she will always be one of the first people to take that step.

Family:

Paul Gallant - Father

Jade Gallant - Mother

Jack Gallant - Younger Brother

~

Vulpimon

Pronunciation: VOL-pih-mon

Name origin: Vulpine, relating to foxes

Family: Nature Spirits

Type: Fox

Stage: Rookie

Attribute: Vaccine

Height: 3'8" Partner: Grace Personality Once a princess, then a soldier; Vulpimon has lived a life of ups and downs. That being said she has adapted remarkably well to life in the human world, to the point of very much feeling like royalty in her new residence. She is polite to the utmost and carries herself with grace and dignity, partially out of an inherant self-importance and partially to try and one-up her boisterous avian roommate. It is mostly in jest...mostly...although she is far from above lauding her status in order to get people looking her way.That said, memories of war don't leave easily, and Vulpimon can change from pampered princess to deadly warrior in an instant. She has strived to overcome her limitations and weaknesses, giving 100% in every situation and never backing down or complaining. She holds a deep love and respect for Grace, and obeys her partner unquestioningly, trusting her with her life. Calculating and efficient, Vulpimon is not somebody you want to anger lightly.Unyielding and forever loyal, maybe even to a fault, nonetheless Vulpimon holds a maturity and experience worthy of her grand origins, and will give her absolute all in everything she tackles. After all, if she expects the world to get better, then she needs to be the one to set the example.

Attacks:

Snow Blast

Vulpimon releases a cloud of icy breath from her mouth, capable of freezing part of her opponent. 

White Cloak

Vulpimon surrounds herself in a cold fog, obscuring her from view. She can then reappear at will, striking her opponent with her claws.

~

Polamon

Pronunciation: POH-lah-mon

Name origin: Polar, relating to cold climates at the northern or southern poles

Type: Slime

Stage: Fresh

Attribute: None

Height: 0'4"

Attacks:

Frostbite

Polamon makes her body incredibly cold to the touch.

~

Lagomon

Pronunciation: LAH-goh-mon

Name origin: Vulpus lagopus, species name for arctic fox

Family: Nature Spirits

Type: Lesser

Stage: In-Training

Attribute: None

Height: 0'8"

Attacks:

Snowball

Lagomon creates a sphere of ice that expands out to her surroundings, covering everything around her in thick frost.

~

Guess who's back...back again... Holy dang...I know the original story is a bit wobbly compared to some of my newer stuff, but I have really missed the Inferno crew. This is kind of my answer to 02, only I wanted to actually give them a bit more of an active role in the story going forwards. Also it's just been fun to do older and more mature versions of these peeps.

Talking about updating old characters, I have so enjoyed being able to redesign some of the original partner Digimon as well. Although it feels weird seeing some of my old design traits amongst the new ones I've picked up. And yes, there is an in-universe explanation as to why Vulpimon and the other partners are slightly bigger and more growed up now. After all, if humans in the digital world are somewhat subject to the digital world's rules, then surely the reverse can be true as well.

and of course being older and more experienced naturally they are going to be perfect at absolutely everything now, that's how it works right 8 D

[oraclesami]

Honestly, as someone who works in the hospital, even as just a food worker to deliver food to patients, it will never be unnerving to hear that the patient threshold has risen to above 1020+ when the average patients was in 800s before covid and then having several floors (at least THREE) go BACK to being COVID UNITS (which, by the way, we do not have enough space to cook and deliver food in a timely manner, but that's a personal work complaint).

LIKE WHAT DID PEOPLE THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN?? YOU LIFT A GODDAMN MASK MANDATE BEFORE EVEN A LITTLE MORE THAN 10% IS VACCINATED AND EXPECT EVERYONE TO BE HONEST. WHAT DID OUR GOVERNOR THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN?? WHAT THE HELL DID ANYONE THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN?? THIS ISN'T SOME MAGIC FANTASY. THIS IS REALITY AND SOME PROTECTION IS BETTER THAN NONE.

I know there's risks for certain people and you should take that into account whether you get it, but even if you don't get the vaccine, HAVE THE COURTESY TO JUST WEAR A MASK IF YOU ARE ABLE TO SAFELY OR STAY HOME IF YOU ARE ABLE TO SAFELY. THERE PROBABLY ISN'T GONNA BE A 100% SUCCESS RATE FOR A WHILE BECAUSE THIS VIRUS IS STILL NEW. THERE'S TOO MANY THINGS WE DON'T KNOW. it's not a PHYSICAL warzone where you can more or less predict people's actions, THIS IS BIOLOGICAL.

AS IN NOTHING IS PREDICTABLE HERE IN A COMPLETE MANNER.

THAT MASK HAS BETTER PROTECTION THAN THE FLIMSY TRUST THE LOVELY GOVERNOR EXPECTS US TO HAVE FOR OUR FELLOW CITIZENS TO BE HONEST ABOUT THEIR VACCINATIONS WHEN HE LIFTED THE MASK MANDATE WITH BARELY 12+% WAS VACCINATED. AND IT BEING ON THE RISE AGAIN ISN'T EXACTLY A SURPRISE. IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN.

THERE'S SO MANY THINGS I WANNA SAY, BUT REALLY I KNOW I ONLY KNOW SO MUCH, BUT WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT WE ARE GETTING SCREWED IN THE HOSPITAL EITHER WAY.

[metamatar]

how are my fellow indians coping with your extreme resentment and hatred for the imperial core buying up vaccines and resuming life while we're experiencing mass grief and trauma

i've known anger, before, it's not like i don't qualify for any axes of oppression or anything but now i live in a warzone. the unfairness is so palpable. my hatred and anger are so so sharp. i cant watch television or engage with pop culture without feeling like the parasite meme.

[shy-violet-soul]

Love in a time of COVID-19

Summary: Bucky won’t let anything get in the way of showing you he loves you & making you smile. Characters: Bucky Barnes x you; Steve Rogers; mentions of Clint Barton, Tony Stark, & Natasha Romanoff Ratings/Warnings: Character has Rheumatoid Arthritis, mentions of symptoms & treatments. Social-distanced-fluff of the highest concentration. Clint being weird & Bucky being goofball-y awesome. A/N: I saw the photo that inspired this on IG, and laughed so hard I just about cried. The marvelous OP graciously gave me permission to include it in my fic. You’ll find it at the bottom of the work. I thought we could all use some fluff in our lives these days!

I also have a friend with Rheumatoid Arthritis who is finding this time to be exceptionally difficult. Please support those in your circle who need some extra love right now.

Thank you @pinknerdpanda​ for beta-ing once again! All the social-distanced-hugs to you!

This work is a piece of fiction inspired by characters created by the MCU. Please do not copy/print elsewhere without my written permission

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He was convinced. People’d lost their damn minds.

Bucky had survived warzone trenches in Europe. Had lived through the Great Depression. And had never seen the level of human stupidity he’d witnessed the first few days of March 2020. It’s an airborne illness - why the hell were people buying 96 rolls of toilet paper at a whack? What were they gonna do, wrap it around their mouths and breathe through it?

The Avengers Tower was going through its own issues. Stark vowed to spend his self-isolation inside one of his suits; a good idea in theory until he realized he still had to pee. Steve kept expounding on the virtues of using the time to catch up on reports. Natasha spent her time snorting at the treasure trove of new social media memes while Clint thumbed his nose at the whole thing by licking every door knob he passed. Bucky was washing his hands more just because of that. Gross.

Yes, they were pretty well hooked up to do the shelter in place, social distance, whatever the hell they were calling this thing. Bucky couldn’t fault Tony (well, probably mostly Pepper) for the very streamlined system in place that kept the Tower stocked with all manner of essentials. And, the Stark Foundation was busily getting help where it needed to go while Bruce videoconferenced with Dr. Cho and Shuri on treatments and vaccines. They were good to go for the foreseeable future.

His only real worry was you.

Your rheumatoid arthritis made this whole thing much more dicey, and - if he was being honest - a frick ton scarier. The illness suppressed your immune system, which meant you had to be more proactive on a normal day with handwashing, etc. Throw in a virus with no vaccine and no treatment? ‘Proactive’ took on a whole new definition. Sanitizing surfaces and extra cleanliness efforts were easy to step up. But he knew how much you hated being cooped inside. It didn’t help that the humidity had climbed up into the 70-ish percent region. The heavy air, coupled with the bite of winter chill still hanging on to the calendar, had your already tender joints pitching all kinds of a fit.

Right now, you were curled up in your favorite spot - a well padded window seat overlooking Central Park. Bucky had switched on the fancy fake fireplace for you, had wrapped you in blankets and propped you with pillows. The light pouring in haloed a bright shine to your hair, which normally would have a smile on his face. But your wan face pulled a grimace from him instead. Your shoulders rose and fell with a sigh, and Bucky would have cheerly scrubbed every surface of the whole damn Tower to get you out and about and smiling again.

A knock on the door spun him on his heel, and Bucky stalked to the door. Everyone knew the protocol - no visitors allowed!

“What.” Not a question, but a cold, terse demand. Steve drew a deep breath as he measured the look being leveled at him. He’d faced firing tanks with less caution. His friend’s frown was fierce versus his blank murder stare. Bucky was mad but not in an assassinating mood. 

“Buck, I’m not gonna stay. I just wanted to stop in and say hi.”

“I’ll tell her you said so.” The door swung closed in his face. Steve rolled his eyes, throwing his arms up in disgust.

“C’mon, man.”

“No.” Exasperated, Steve couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his mouth. You and Bucky were a match made in heaven. Eidetic brain with the memory of an elephant, you were hands down one of the best analysts he’d had the privilege of working with. You chased after clues relentlessly, bulldogged in your tenacity. Straight up bullheaded in your obstinacy, though. 

If anyone could out-stubborn you, it was Bucky. Lord knows, he had enough experience chasing after a certain runt who couldn’t stay out of back alley brawls. Steve knew that, in odd moments, it still struck his friend that he didn’t need his help in the same ways. When Bucky’s muscle memory had him moving before his brain caught up if Steve coughed or sneezed. He could practically see the wheels turning as Bucky struggled to stitch together broken memories with current moments. A natural protector, Bucky needed someone to nurture. To cajole and wheedle and, if necessary, out-stubborn. You fit the bill to a tee.

“I don’t have coronavirus, Bucky!”

The door snatched back open. “Oh, yeah? And how do you know that?”

“I can’t get sick. Serum, remember?”

Bucky glared at him through squinted eyes before stepping back into the apartment.

“Carrier,” he hissed, slamming the door again.

“Was that Steve?”  Fatigue even hung heavy in your voice, the faintest gravel in the back of your throat threading a husk into your words. Bucky winced with you when you shifted in your seat, struggling painfully to stand.

“Yeah. Now I’m gonna have to wipe off the door knob again,” he groused as he briskly rubbed sanitizer over his hands. “Clint’s such a dumb ass.”

You snorted softly as you padded towards him. “I know. Who licks door knobs to prove a point?”

Taking in your stiff posture, Bucky leaned in close and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Why’d you get up? What do you need? I’ll get it,” he murmured into your hair. Your sigh huffed softly against his chest as you gratefully leaned against him, glancing at the clock in the kitchen.

“I should probably take another dose of ibuprofen,” the words mumbled up, uncertain. The illness had dragged up new challenges - too many doses of the NSAID was ripping up your stomach. Steroids helped, too, but you couldn’t take too many rounds too close together, and you’d already taken one prescription a month ago when the wet winter had your shoulders and wrists feeling like they were grinding straight through to your bone marrow. Pepper and your doctor were trying to get a DMARD approved through insurance, but with all this new virus ‘fit hitting the shan’, the insurance company backlog was sky high. That left you with balancing growing joint discomfort against growing stomach unhappiness. Thank God for ice packs and Tony’s ridiculously over-the-top whirlpool baths.

Bucky held in his own sigh as he pondered your situation. “Let me make you some of that chamomile tea and some toast to go with it.”

He didn’t think it possible, but your shoulders sagged even more. “I’m really not hungry, Buck.”

Threading his fingers through your hair, he gently rubbed the back of your head the way you liked.

“I’ll make it with that raspberry rutabaga jam on it. You want that?”

The catch in your throat grew to a fist-sized lump fit to choke you. The throbbing in your shoulders and arms radiated in time with your heartbeat up into your brain. Your knees felt weird - rubbery, tender, like you weren’t sure they’d support you. You missed your job, you missed your friends, you missed outside. As much as you adored Bucky, you were lonely for the other pieces of your life. The misery in your heart swelled to mammoth proportions, and you couldn’t choke back the sob that broke from you.

“I want -”

Bucky’s gut pinched so hard it hurt when you started crying. “What, love? What do you want? Anything, I’ll get it for you.”

Crying just made everything hurt more, and you swallowed hard to shove down the tears, anxiety, and stress. You glanced up, seeing the stress that pulled tight lines into Bucky’s face. You tried to offer him a smile and knew you failed pathetically.

“Rhubarb, hun. It’s raspberry rhubarb jam.”

Bucky saw you trying, knew you were trying to make him feel better, and wanted to cry himself. He’d do anything to bring back your smile.

“Rutabaga, rhubarb, whatever. You go sit, I’ll bring it out to you with the ibuprofen.”

You shook your head as you stepped away from his urging embrace. “No, I need to move around a little.” Neither of you spoke as you moved to the kitchen, content in the quiet puttering as Bucky filled the kettle and popped bread in the toaster. Out of habit, he went to wash his hands when an idea hit him.

Staring blankly out the window, your thoughts drifted to your ‘to be read’ pile as you tried to decide between starting a new book from your oft-ignored stack or comfort yourself with a lovely reread. You were so lost in your musings, you didn’t track on the activity behind you.

“Babe, can you grab the butter and jam? I’m washing my hands.”

You turned around to step to the fridge, stopped in your tracks at the sight before you, and burst out laughing. 

Bucky had taken off his metal arm and put it in the dishwasher.

Hilarity pealed from you in waves, folding you over as you leaned against the counter. You tried to catch your breath and glanced up at Bucky. The proud-as-punch smile on his face set you off again, laughing so hard your shoulders twinged at you.

When a snort broke into your snickers, Bucky couldn’t help but laugh with you. Giddiness swirled with relief at your delight, and he felt prouder in that moment that he did receiving his U.S. Army Expert Marksmanship medal in ‘42. He knew he couldn’t carry your burden for you, but in this moment, he’d lightened it a bit. Moving in close, he gathered you to his chest with his other arm, relishing the feel of your giggles against him. You gasped for breath as you wiped the tears from eyes, then reached up to cup his face in your hands, smiling fondly into his twinkling gaze.

“I love you, you giant goofball. Thank you for taking such good care of me.” 

Bucky leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose.

“Gotta take care of my best girl.” Giving you the gentlest of squeezes, he then urged you back to your cozy nest. “Go sit. I’ll bring it all out in a few.”

Still grinning, you headed for your phone. “First, I gotta get my phone. This is going on Twitter!”