Gun control needs to start with police because they cannot tell what is and what is not a gun in broad daylight. If you are “trained” to have a gun and you can’t recognize one then they should take your gun first. That’s one of many arguments against anyone else having them.
five days ago
the rohingya refugee camp at kalindi kunj, one of the oldest refugee camps in delhi, was burnt to ashes. refugees lost all their belongings, including their UNHCR identification and crucial documents. their makeshift shelters of asbestos sheets were gutted to the ground. the fire began at 3:10 AM. by 3:50 AM, only 2 fire engines had reached the camp. 60 families stood by and watched their lives go up in flames as the rest of the 5 fire engines reached by 7AM.
kalindi kunj was built on lands owned by the zakat india foundation, who are doing remarkable, massive on-ground organisation of shelter, dry foods, clothing and amenities like sanitary pads for the refugees right now. please click the link and donate if you can (there’s an option for american donors as well, to donate to one world children’s fund which is zakat’s global partner–your contribution would be tax deductible).
five days ago
the rohingya refugee camp at kalindi kunj, one of the oldest refugee camps in delhi, was burnt to ashes. refugees lost all their belongings, including their UNHCR identification and crucial documents. their makeshift shelters of asbestos sheets were gutted to the ground. the fire began at 3:10 AM. by 3:50 AM, only 2 fire engines had reached the camp. 60 families stood by and watched their lives go up in flames as the rest of the 5 fire engines reached by 7AM.
kalindi kunj was built on lands owned by the zakat india foundation, who are doing remarkable, massive on-ground organisation of shelter, dry foods, clothing and amenities like sanitary pads for the refugees right now. please click the link and donate if you can (there’s an option for american donors as well, to donate to one world children’s fund which is zakat’s global partner–your contribution would be tax deductible).
Name a conspiracy theory superior in raw power to “there are no actual forests on Earth"
imma need some context on that cause WHAT?
“forests” = minuscule form of what trees on Earth can be, basically saplings “mesas” = not landforms, but petrified ancient tree trunks IIRC the theory goes that all forests on Earth were destroyed ages ago and it takes them ridiculous times to regrow, with those giant mammoth redwood trees just being the oldest ones that have grown the most
The older I get, the more I find heterosexual couples so…weird. It’s not that men and women are inherently different in irreconcilable ways, is that they’re socialized to believe they are, and it shows in how male/female couples interact. There is this awkward, unnecessary communication barrier between them based on their perceived gender differences. This obviously doesn’t apply to all heterosexual couples; I’m sure there are plenty with great communication and so on. But the large majority of the ones I’ve encountered in the past few years just don’t. It’s uncomfortable to watch.
They have all these weird notions about each other’s genders, and it’s so out of place for me. Like, women will let their husbands get away with not doing housework because “men are helpless” and men will talk about how their wives are “just hormonal” when they come to them with a legitimate grievance that needs to be talked about, and so on and so forth. Just a lot of back and forth that seems perfectly normal to them, but to an outsider who doesn’t experience this kind of heteronormative behavior often it’s like…
i’d like to share my hypothesis that this exact phenomenon is why straight writers struggle to write gay relationships (or project heteronormative constructs onto those relationships). they literally just don’t understand a relationship where one person doesn’t treat the other like they’re part of an alien species.
The Hero of Fereldan and the False Herald / A Haircut
Lavellan always loved stories, but now they dread their own.
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Mahariel looks at the Inquisitor—the former Inquisitor, this false herald that has shaken the skies with a gesture, and thinks that they are young. Young as two hunters she’d once known.
War, yes, War suits Gryffindor well. Fighting and dying for beliefs; fighting and dying for nothing; drafted into bloodshed and fire by bravery or chivalry or neither. Some take joy in this; some are burdened beyond repair. There was a cause, somewhere; there was good, somewhere; there was a reason for all this, somewhere. Oh, you’d have to be brave to live through this. Red and gold. Gold like armor and glory; red like blood and reality.
But Famine and Hufflepuff? No. Famine is Ravenclaw, ever-hungry for knowledge, constantly starving for more and more and more, almost feral for fulfillment. Where is the wisdom in the world? The truth? Nothing is true; nothing is enough; all there is to devour is worthless scraps. Blue and bronze. Bronze like a set of scales tipping and found wanting; blue like the infinite that never satisfies… never gives the answers.
Thus Pestilence is not Ravenclaw. Pestilence is Slytherin, sick with clever plans and cunning potential and corrupting desire. Ambition spreads like a sickness, a plague of greed and an illness to the soul. Maybe some might call it cruel, but here among friends it’s simple cunning at work. Green and silver. Silver like the sheen of glazed eyes; green like the complexion of infection.
And so Death is not Slytherin. Death is Hufflepuff. It is a hard work; it is a work that is never done. But someone must do it, and do it fairly – do it justly – do it well… perhaps even kindly. Everyone is equal here – in the end – a bunch of duffers. Said Hufflepuff, “I’ll teach the lot… And treat them just the same.” Yellow and black. Black like loss of sight as the air leaves your lungs; yellow like the flowers that’ll grow over your grave.
Came for the gifset, stayed for the addition above
funeral-biscuit 