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THE OLD MAN + BLACK SAILS Created by Jonathan E. Steinberg & Robert Levine

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Link to the gay porn library of Alexandria.

Happy pride.

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Think of it like training a dog. If you give the tiniest treat for good behavior you get so much more of it.

If you keep ignoring the dog they run away and find a better owner.

The other day I just decided to leave a review on a fanfic that didn’t have any reviews and today the author published a new fanfic saying that my comment motivated them to finish it. So yeah, leave reviews. They mean more than you may think.

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WATCH TO THE END 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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How good are they with firearms:

David: Pretty well a deadshot. He's had 100 years to practice, and 20 before then of having to know the skill well on a practical level. Is better with rifles than handguns past a certain year of make, though. He doesn't enjoy using them, however - too loud, too conspicuous.

Dwayne: Is also pretty damn good, and also better with shotguns than handguns, though his range of skill is a little wider than David's. He DOES know how to operate a tommy gun, and has used it in certain past Situations, so. Just keep that in mind.

Paul: He. Knows what a gun is. His father used to keep one behind the door in the bathroom of his childhood home in case of home invaders, but you bet your ass Paul was never allowed to so much as look at it let alone fire it. Please don't? Give him a gun??

Marko: As much as I think Marko has some ideas about the fact that guns are just a tool for the capitalist pigs to enforce their regime on the world, he has used a gun in the past and is willing to do so again if necessary. Needless to say, better with handguns than rifles. But he personally doesn't want to touch one if he can help it.

bonus Michael: HOLY FUCK, IS THAT A GUN???

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them 🫶

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changing of the seasons

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Never let it be said that Paul isn’t for the girlies. He may be an undead killing machine, but he’s still a big ol’ himbo.

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Changing Season (fanfic, 610 WC)

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As the vibrant hues of October painted the streets of New York, the Library stands as a stoic fortress in the lively autumnal backdrop. Inside, the hum of computers and the rustle of papers fill the air, enveloping Harold Finch in a cocoon of work. His fingers dance across the keyboard, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the weight of their clandestine operations reflected in the furrow of his brow. His focus is unwavering as he delves into the intricacies of their latest case. John Reese, his loyal companion and protector, notes the change in the season with a spark in his eyes. The scent of fallen leaves and damp earth whispers through the cracks in the windows, but Harold remains steadfast in his focus, oblivious to the subtle dance of nature outside.

He hadn't noticed John's leave of absence until the man bounds into the Library with a glint of mischief in his eyes. He holds a smooth and round acorn in his hand, chiding the older man, "Harold, you've been buried in those screens for too long. Time to breathe in some fresh air. Breathe in the beginning of change."

Harold hums and raises an eyebrow, his attention tethered to the complex web of data before him. Oblivious to the acorn's significance, he dismisses it with a wave of his hand, much to John's amusement. "That's nice, Mr. Reese. But please, let's focus on our number."

Undeterred, John spies a chestnut resting on the windowsill, its spiky shell catching the sunlight. He picks it up and places it on Harold's desk, careful not to tip anything over.

"Come on, now. Embrace the season with me. You can't ignore the signs of fall forever," John teases.

Harold sighs softly, his mind preoccupied with algorithms and code. "I appreciate the sentiment, Mr. Reese. But we have a schedule to keep."

John walks away, not willing to give up. He joins Bear, their loyal Belgian Malinois, at the nearest window. They take in nature as October paints the city in golden browns and fiery reds. Bear is a very smart dog and, with a twinkle in his eye, John instructs him to fetch a particular item. Bear dashes out of the room and returns moments later, a pine cone delicately held in his mouth. The precious dog looks up at John with big doe eyes, and John clicks his tongue.

"Go show Papa."

Bear understands and pads into Harold's work area, tail wagging in excitement. When the older man looks over, Bear drops the pine cone at his papa's feet, and Harold chortles.

"Alright, alright. Maybe I've been too focused on work," Harold admits, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

John beams, pleased to see Harold finally acknowledging the beauty of the changing season.

"John, be a dear and fetch my coat, would you?"

He happily does so as Harold finds Bear's leash. They emerge into the crisp afternoon, a symphony of colors enveloping them. The crunch of fallen leaves underfoot is accompanied by the distant chirping of birds filling the air. The sounds of their fond banter mix with the rustling, and Bear finds a squirrel particularly interesting. The men let him run more freely at the dog park once they arrive, and Harold's eyes fall upon a lone pinecone nestled among the fallen leaves. A resigned sigh escapes his lips as he carefully stoops down to pick it up

"John, sometimes I believe you and Bear are the only ones who truly appreciate the simplicity of the changing seasons."

John chuckles and leans down to plant a kiss on Harold's temple, warmth spreading through his chest.

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HELL YES MY DUDE. Very Nicely Made.

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Gather around, my young friends and fellow dinosaurs, let me tell you about some BULLSHIT no one ever tells you about. I'm talking about menopause and perimenopause. Now, menopause has a very stringent medical definition. You have to not have had a period for exactly 12 months and a day to be considered in menopause. All the bullshit before that day once you start going through The Change is considered perimenopause. Here's some bullshit you might experience that people actually talk about when you're in perimenopause:

- shorter time between periods

- irregular periods

- hot flashes and/or cold flashes

- fucked up sleep

- OMG NIGHT SWEATS

- Vagina as dry as the Sahara desert

- lighter periods and/or endless bleeding like it's The Flood but it's in your pants

- lack of interest in Adult Fun Times

This time of joy can last anywhere from a couple of years to a god damn decade and there's no medical way right now to predict it.

Here's some of the REAL bullshit they don't tell you about but your dinosaur aunt is here to let you know:

- You can start perimenopause in your 30s, don't listen to idiot doctors who tell you you're "too young" because they don't know your body like you do.

- Perimenopause will make you HELLA DUMB. Seriously, I'm talking Bigly broken brain. Brain fog? Check. Short term memory? Wave goodbye to it. Ability to make words form out of thoughts? Yeah, good luck to you.

- Perimenopause can cause horrible fatigue because in addition to losing estrogen, you're also losing testosterone. Oh and that also leads to muscle wasting, cool cool.

- Things might suddenly hurt more because estrogen is known to be neuroprotective.

- If you're super lucky like I am, and like to collect rare illnesses, you might even get Burning Mouth Syndrome 💀

- And meanwhile, while you're going through this bullshit, you'll be getting gaslit by doctors who are operating based on 30 year old debunked data about how HRT causes breast cancer (not really) and that they shouldn't put you on it until you're in actual menopause. (Data shows starting HRT early can potentially prevent Alzheimer's in later years.)

- There are entire online clinics right now (I use Midi Health) focused on providing care for peri and menopausal patients and they will happily prescribe you HRT even if your regular PCP or OBGYN do not (if you meet the criteria). I've been pretty impressed with how holistically they view the patient. For full disclosure, I learned about them from my integrative health doctor and they do not accept Medicare (yet).

I'm 46 years old right now and I've been symptomatic for perimenopause for the last 8 years, although it's gotten the most dramatic in the past 2 years or so, which I hope means I'm almost done, holy hell. Yeah I was on the early side, but if it can happen to me, it can happen to you, so it's never too early to think about these things. And I hope to at least spare some of you the mind-fuckery I've been through because no one told me about most of this stuff, including my own mother who just DOESN'T REMEMBER what happened to her and now I completely understand why. And because I also have a connective tissue disease, I used to just dismiss my pain and fatigue as being caused by that illness rather than the loss of hormones.

Anyways, this is why we need Elders in our lives, so they can do Grandma Story Hour like I just did and validate you when the entire medical field tries to gaslight you. I hope you've found some or all of this educational/useful. Please share with your friends because we really do NOT talk about this stuff enough. (Ewwww Moon Blood!)

Stay well, and don't let the bastards grind you down!

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‘Quality’ art? Debatable, but LISTEN—they had crayons in the waiting room.

…was literally about to donate blood. Seemed appropriate 😅

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the problem with black sails is that it perfectly tells the story it wants to tell how it wants to. it ends because the story is over. that's rare nowadays and it's great! I really think the story is perfect as is but simultaneously I can't help but want more of this universe more of these characters and all those dynamics. it manages to have the perfect conclusion that somehow still leaves me wanting more it's aarrggh

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do u think omegaverse acknowledges covid-19 and the generation of people who permanently lost their sense of smell like how are they all scenting each other now is the omegaverse economy in shambles