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Do any of u have decent recipes that are like 5 ingredients (not including spices) and take 45 mins or less to prepare i gotta stop eating sandwiches for dinner

One should uphold the shooter as a class hero, without linking them directly to luigi.

One should also support luigi, without assuming he is the shooter.

Upholding Luigi Mangione as a class hero isn't actually helping anything; not because killing the ceo was wrong (it wasn't) but because the man still maintains his innocence. You're doing no better than the cops and fraction of the public against the shooter's actions by treating Mangione as if he's unequivocally guilty.

Redirect your energy to fighting the police's bullshit prosecution and blatant public defamation of his image. Stop supporting him on the grounds of heroic actions. Support him on the grounds of there's still literally no proof he actually fucking did anything.

Time Lapse of the Land Taken From Native Americans

via reddit

PLEASE help Waffaa and her children get safely out of Gaza. They're nearly halfway to their goal. They've had a lot of recent family deaths. Reblogs are greatly appreciated and ESPECIALLY donations

@wafs-posts is the page

https://gofund.me/ebe76b75

Just a friendly reminder that telling disabled people (ESPECIALLY those of us with genetic conditions) not to reproduce is ableist and is pretty eugenics-y. If YOU are disabled and do not want to have children because YOU don’t want to pass it down, then that’s YOUR choice to make. But don’t tell OTHER people not to.

If you are a doctor and have a patient wanting kids, but their disability/illness could make the pregnancy dangerous or fatal, then mention it. Make sure they know the risks. But you can’t FORCE them not to do something. Informed consent exists for a reason.

Also, if you don’t want kids, that is VALID! I don’t either. But I’m also not gonna shame anyone who does.

Like, they not only have miles instead of kilometers and pounds instead of kilos, but also freedomschnrglwlt-hours instead of normal hours.

I had a nightmare where americans also measured time differently

ghost stories are alarmingly easy to spread tbh

when I was like ten I was walking back from the chip shop near my gran's house with a neighbour and we took a short cut down an alley which was enclosed by garages except for one part which was wire fenced and led to the electricity shack

and while I was walking I chucked a chip over the fence. the girl walking with me, C, reasonably asks why I did that

"oh, don't you know?" I say, as if I'm not equally out of my own loop

she shakes her head. the enclosed alleyway has no streetlights. it's after dark. the shack is isolated in the distance.

"a little girl who lived up on the court climbed the fence once on a dare. she went up to the shack and touched it, but there was a wire sticking out, and when she touched it, she got electrocuted and died, right there. if you come back in the daylight, you can still see the black mark."

[editor's note: the court was the smaller road off the side of the crescent, which was the one C's family and my gran lived on. the houses there were slightly more expensive and newer, almost all occupied by wealthy commuters to the city, where most of the crescent houses were occupied by retirees and locals who worked on the trading estate. naturally, crescent kids hated the court. houses there got bricked about once a month.]

"no she didn't," C says

I made up this story for absolutely no reason and with no plan, but I'm not gonna back down now. "sure she did. and if you go past on your way back from the shops and you don't leave her an offering, she'll follow you home through the streetlights. one flickers behind you, then the next, then the next, until you get home. and then the lights start to flocked inside the house. even if you turn out all the electrics before bed, it'll be too late. she's inside. and you'll wake up on the night and see her, and she'll be so awful to see it'll stop your heart."

[editor's note: the streetlights always flickered. this was because our neighbour monkey george kept setting the junction boxes on fire]

"I never did before and she never followed me home!"

"do you come down the alley after dark? or do you take the main road with the streetlights?" I knew she didn't use the shortcut, because I'd been the one to talk her into it that night. she was three years younger than me and scared of the dark.

C claims not to believe me, but she throws a chip over the fence too, and walks the rest of the way looking over her shoulder. I get to pride myself for the night on being good at scary stories, and don't think much more about it.

fast forward six or seven years. I'm back in town. I'm on my way back from the chip shop, taking the same shortcut home. ahead of me on the road are a couple of kids I vaguely recognise as old playmates' younger siblings.

they stop, and I watch one fish out three sweeties from the pack they're sharing. they take one each and throw them over the fence. they carry on walking.

I realise that this is probably my fault, as are any resulting pest control issues around the old electricity shack.

when I get to the fence, I throw a chip over.

Loriot? On this webbed site?

My grandma’s on and off again boyfriend that she cheated on grandpa with died today.