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Ngl I totally forgot fandom discourse was a thing. I don’t care man, I have car payments

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I did not actually like Captain America: Brave New World all that much but the one thing I did like is that the villain, to spoil it a little bit, is a horrible orange man who ends up destroying the American government. In the above picture you can barely see him in front of the flames at the top of the White House with arms outstretched after losing his temper and destroying the very government that he was supposedly trying to protect from outside forces that would destroy America. It was a very nice commentary on modern American politics.

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Let me just come right out and say it: I love @BernieSanders. While many in the Democratic Party appear to be asleep, Bernie is leading the charge against the Trump regime. His "Fighting Oligarchy" tour is spanning the country and drawing massive crowds in Republican leaning districts. He's tapping into the anxiety that so many of us are feeling. And he's energizing us to stay engaged in the fight we're in right now — and the fights to come. Why do I love Bernie? I love his authenticity. Some people like Donald Trump because he says whatever he wants and he’s an asshole. Bernie’s authenticity comes from saying what he wants and speaking the truth. And although he’s blunt, he’s anything but an asshole. When he growls “this grotesque level of income and wealth inequality is immoral,” he means it. And he’s right. I love Bernie because he’s a true populist — a word that has gotten a terrible rap since Trump but should be redeemed. It means for the people and against the powerful. Trump pretends to be a populist, but he’s always wanted to be one of the powerful and has forever been in their pockets. Bernie is a true populist. I love Bernie because he has almost single-handedly changed the national conversation — turning proposals that had once been on the Democratic fringe into respectable, and in some cases mainstream, Democratic positions. Creating jobs by rebuilding infrastructure. Providing free tuition at public universities. Breaking up the big banks. Guaranteeing workers paid medical and family leave. The policies no longer seem far-fetched. I love Bernie because even at the age of 83, his indignation hasn’t faded. Nor has his energy. I love Bernie because he has more guts than any politician I know. Hell, he has more guts than just about anyone I know. Bernie — thank you for continuing to fight for a better world. I'll be right there alongside you, friend.

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I used to hate the word faggot but now I realize that it's probably one of the only things that the gay community has left that isn't being sanitized, shined, and sold back to us at a premium by deceitful ass companies who claim to like us but then vote for policies that kill us. you're not gonna see a bank in a pride parade with banners that say "we love faggots" but you sure as hell will see a gay person saying "I love being a faggot" it feels so more real.

and I want it to stay controversial too because if a bank ever feels like they have the right to say "haha faggot right guys? 😏🏳️‍🌈" we should be able to publicly execute their ceo

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from twitter user deejaygeejaygee

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He looks like he just spilled something

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He looks like an old light house keeper

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I’ve been wanting to write a post about this year’s big project, The Building of The Fence, but I worked on it sporadically over such a long span of time (since Pampe was 3 months-old, in fact) I didn’t know where to begin… So instead, here are six fence-related snippets from my journal :)

WINTER

Fence news: Pandolf doesn’t understand that if he isn’t standing next to me as I install a roll of wire netting, we will fatefully end up separated. It happens again and again and each time he is startled & upset. He is also convinced that I am the one who has been unjustly imprisoned and is in need of help; he ends up running around and whining loudly to raise awareness.

Had to stop because of the snow (yay). This morning the top rails look like giant toothbrushes covered in toothpaste.

EARLY SPRING

The snow melted and the ground is finally getting softer and E. and I spent all day yesterday + this morning trying to install new fence posts—they’re taller than us and we need to climb on a wobbly stepladder to drive them in with a sledgehammer that’s probably heavier than us, so it was really tough, but we managed to do 3 posts in 1 and a half day and felt proud.

Then the landscaper I had contacted showed up to help (with his brother) in the afternoon, and in 3 hours they installed 24 posts. When we said piteously that we’d done our best but had only managed 3, he inspected them and said very kindly “Ah, but they’re very neatly done!” and called his brother to come admire our neat posts.

LATE SPRING: a friend came over to help with the fence and ended up breaking her wrist on the first day :( She stumbled over a big root in the woods and fell badly on her hand…

I felt awful so I made her a mini-blackberry pie when we returned from the hospital, using the last handful of frozen blackberries from last summer. Nobody suspected I still had blackberries in my freezer, those were my secret blackberries, I’d been saving them to make a tiny pie on Pirlouit’s birthday and eat it all by myself in the pasture (Pirou would have been given a none pie with a slightly burnt crust as he likes crunchy things).

D. loved her unexpected pie! she thought she wouldn’t get one of those until September, and commented that it felt like a video game bonus, you stumble on a specific root, you unlock hidden berries.

SUMMER

Screwing in the rails: first you cut the threaded rods to size with a hacksaw, then file them at both ends, then drill holes into the posts and hammer the rods into each before finally drilling & installing the rails. Repeat 200 times.

I managed to finish cutting & filing all the rods while Mum was here, and then she decided to surprise me and woke up early on the day she left, and snuck out of the house with the bucket full of threaded rods to hammer them into the fence posts, so all I would have left to do was finish installing the rails. She prepared an entire side of the fence, about 55 posts!

It was really adorable of her, but then it rained every day after she left so I didn’t do any fence work since, and when I finally discovered her surprise, the rods had become so rusty the screws wouldn’t fit, so I had to take them out with WD-40 and now I’ll need to file them again one by one… It’s going to take so long. I will of course never tell Mum. When she texted me to ask if her surprise was a good one, I said yes thank you so much it was very appreciated! but I thought she meant the box of books she left in the barn!

AUTUMN

I cut another dozen rails for the fence in the other pasture, which really needs to be cleared of hazel trees, then I dragged them across the road all the way to the llamas’ pasture, and left them on the ground for now. Later today from the window I saw Pampe stepping over the rails for fun, several times over, it felt like the founding of Rome. With Remus jumping over Romulus’s half-built wall just to be a jerk. The exact same thing.

WINTER again

L. was here this weekend and we spent two days doing nothing but strolling in the woods looking for tree limbs that were just the right size & curvature for the ‘problematic’ rails (e.g. the one that needs to be a slight S-shape to fit around a large rock between two posts). It was fun, we drew all the shapes & measurements we needed on a piece of paper and it felt like a treasure hunt.

But then I had a dream in which I invited friends & relatives every weekend, and appraised them discreetly when they weren’t looking to see if their bones might be the right size & curvature to use as fence rails. In my dream I was a very creepy person driving my guests from the train station to my isolated farm in the woods and, if they suited my purposes, asking them whether they would like to “take part” in my fence and laughing at my own joke as really I would be the one taking ‘parts’.

Sometimes you need to take a little break from building a fence.

One area remains unfenced: where I would like to build a greenhouse in the spring (I’ll fence around it afterwards). So Pampe can still go on illegal walks for a few more months…

Her face says, Ha. “A few more months.” We’ll see.

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Reblog this to ease the back pain of the person you reblogged it from

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Sidewinder By: Unknown photographer From: The Grolier Illustrated Encyclopedia of Animals 1994

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Sound on

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How’s the old undershirt looking??

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The void says hello

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I’m literally on thr verge of tears

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that's it, give in

i want you bigger

i want to see how much you can eat, glut yourself, having so much you can barely move

so much that you surprise yourself

i want you insatiable, gorging and mindless, feeling how heavy you're becoming with every bite and swallow you cram in

i mean it, feel yourself

how fucking fat you are.

the way your belly curves and bends, the way your pudge gives beneath your chubby fingers. don't stop eating while you do this, keep stuffing yourself as you explore your body and what you're doing to it, to yourself, squeeze where you've grown, where you want to grow more

it's intoxicating, letting go, isn't it?

no longer holding yourself back from desire and pleasure, embracing softness and wobbling fat, edging and expanding your concept of fullness until it takes so much to satisfy you

making all those noises. can you hear yourself? the moaning, the panting, the pleased sighs, the grunting, the burps and the overfull groaning. greedy, needy sounds. all coming out shamelessly as you put more and more in

i want you to get fatter

be good, keep eating

until fullness and pleasure, just the thought of food, makes you wet and wanting and desperate

until you're spilling out of all your clothes. until they're ill-fitting, your navel indent obvious and deep. until pulling and tugging and readjusting is futile. your body barely contained by straining fabric and struggling buttons, your gaining undeniable with every riiiip and pop

i want to see the aftermath of your hedonism

you struggling to sit up. short breaths and satisfied exhales as you rub your overtaxed tummy. the only evidence of your gargantuan meal being empty containers and cleared plates. you, shocked at your uncontrollable appetite, that you ate all of this by yourself, that you're clearly so submissive to being filled and only slipping deeper into gluttony

barely able to process how turned on you are, pinned back in your seat, slapping and jiggling your fat as you get off to how tender and sensitive and fucking heavy you are

and after all that?

i want you to ask for dessert

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im sorry this is so fucking funny to me. they woulda taken my 8year old ass outback and put me down like old yeller