Ppl be like “ I want an actual male gem, not just Steven.”
Jeez, it’s like having only one character
to represent your whole gender
in a group composed all of another gender
is a bit upsetting huh?
I wonder
what
that’s like
no really
can you
even imagine
what this lack of representation
MUST
FEEL
LIKE
This
post
isn’t
long
enough
none of the listed shows are named after the one female character, either
it’s actually physically impossible for me to not reblog this post.
I want to say I’ve reblogged this before, but I’m reblogging again for the brilliant addition of, “None of the listed shows are named after the one female character, either” because FUCKING THANK YOU.
mmmmmhm.
Every time I reblog this, there are new shows on the list.
Wow
it’s almost
as though
this happens
almost constantly
But normally you don’t notice, because it’s not about you.
These are the kind of snouts legends are made of- the profound protrusions of the duck-bill hylid frog [also known as the Mexican shovel-headed tree frog; Diaglena spatulata; synonymous with
Triprion spatulatus]. So what are their “bills” used for? The verdict’s still out, but it these frogs have been sighted on multiple occasions backing into holes in trees to hide, and using their heads to “plug” the entrance and conceal themselves- proving useful in this application at least. These frogs can be found from the Pacific coast of Mexico to the Isthmus of Tehuantepec, Oaxaca. They’re listed as “least concern” on the IUCN Red List. Images by Jorge Armín Escalante Pasos and Cheryl Harleston of iNaturalist.org.
I want to see an area in fallout 4 that has been completely untouched since the bombs fell. No raiders. No scavengers.
A small neighborhood, eerily suspended in time. Sure, the houses are decrepit, but nothing has moved. Some houses have dinner in the oven or on the table. Skeletons are sitting at the window, staring out across time. On the sidewalk are nucular shadows, left by the children who warched as the flash burn took over.
In one house you find a family of skeletons, hiding in the bathtub under a mattress. Another, a skeleton clutching a picture of a woman to his chest. A holotape near by.
“To my dearest love,” a woman’s voice starts, “I’m sorry I won’t be able to join you for dinner tonight. Mac called me in to the diner. I guess Lucy’s sick. I just wanted to say happy birthday. I promise, tomorrow we’ll go to the city and go get steak from your favorite restaurant. I love you. So much. Never forget that.”
No radio reaches here, leaving you only with the background music. In one of the houses, you hear an emergency broadcast, but can’t pick it up on your pip-boy.
In the center of town, a church. The wedding decorations still clinging to the side. Inside the door are several skeletons, all who died trying to clamor for the exit. In the main hall, skeletons still cower in the pews, some holding each other, others kneeling in prayer. Down one hall, you come across a well dressed skeleton, a holotape in his hand.
“How do you feel?” A male voice asks. Another male laughs. “Nervous…how do I look?”
“You look fine. Aside from that tie. Where on earth did you find that? It should be burned.” Another nervous laugh. “James, really. You look fine. You’re marrying Janet. You could be buck naked and she wouldn’t care, as long as you’re waiting for her at the alter.”
“I guess you’re right….wait…what was that?” Air raid sirens start to blare as the person recording moves. Voice one comes back. “Oh my god…” A loud explosion, but the recording doesn’t stop. “James?! Shit. Are you alright! James! Answer me!” The tape cuts there.
You continue down the hall and enter a room. Most of the outter wall has been blown into the room, another well dressed skeleton trapped under a pile a rubble, a ring clutched in his hand with his wedding vows.
You go back down the hall to the other side, to the brides room. Her corpse doesn’t appear to be there, but you find a secret pathway that leads under the church. On the way down you begin to find corpses of the bridesmaids. Some skeletons, some ghouls. In the basement, you find a legendary glowing ghoul; the bride.
After defeating her, you find a note:
“James, my love. I don’t know how much longer I will last. I came down to the basement as soon as I heard the sirens, but I don’t think I Made it in time. Know that my love for you glows brighter than any star, and I’ll find you in the next life, so that we may always be togeather.”
As you leave, you could swear you hear a woman whisper thank you.
Someone liked this recently. Shit it was like the first FO4 thing I wrote.
Fun fact, hammering metal spikes into tree trunks is a federal crime in the US because environmental activists used to do it in the 80s to fuck up chainsaws and logging equipment.
So you should never use this effective strategy for disrupting logging operations because it is illegal.
Did you mean, here’s a link to cause serious maiming at best and potentially fatal injures at worst? Getting a chainsaw blade flying back in your face can kill you, and these companies will just replace the worker with someone else and they can’t work again because they’re blind or worst. Bad fucking post.
ppl tend to forget that the big bad companies have ppl working under them that are just trying to survive and earn enough to feed their families
Plus, it’ll probably kill the tree by letting in fungi and bacteria.
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