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Pan/ My pronouns are a pick your own adventure game
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holding your hand while i say this: heated rivalry has reached the point in it's lifespan where people are going to start picking it apart in bad faith. this is historically what happens when something is overexposed and also when it's beloved by a largely female/queer audience.

don't engage with people who were never going to give it a chance to begin with. understand that it does not need to prove it's quality to anyone, and regardless, it will likely remain a cherished romance for many millions of people from here on out.

"Block and delete". It's like "bend and snap" but preserves your sanity.

B-17 bomber is riddled with German anti-aircraft fire but miraculously survives. Later they discover the explosive shells were all inert; sabotaged by Nazi slaves working in armament factories.

Inside one empty shell is a written note: it's all we can do for you now.

The most important part of all this is that these small acts of bravery and noncompliance cannot be known as long as the enemy still stands, and might never be known. Just because it doesn’t seem like anyone is doing anything doesn’t mean it’s true. The best malicious compliance or subtle sabotage is the one that’s never detected, but makes ravages nonetheless.

A critical part of any resistance is

Do not post your crimes

Do not brag. Do not look for brownie points. Do not publicly recruit. Keep your mouth shut.

It's a couple panicking after their doordasher ran inside their house because she was being harassed by ICE. The Dasher had a Minnesota ID.

The Mom is already on the phone with police when the video starts and she's asking them what to do, saying she needs a warrant before she does anything but she's scared because they have guns, have her house surrounded, and are snooping through her yard

And what I want to say here and why I'm posting this: the police told her that if she doesn't release the woman then the couple will be charged with harboring.

They said that knowing that ICE doesn't have a warrant, let alone a signed warrant.

The police are not on our side and they don't care about anyone's rights.

That said, this also ended up being a community effort.

The Mom holds the Doordasher's hand and leads her to the door, talking about how this goes against everything she stands for as a Native. She's in tears crying about how she has a baby in the house and is scared to let them in because they've had their hands on their guns the whole time.

They stand on the threshold together and a crowd gathers as the Mother screams at these ICE pigs and draws attention. Her neighbors start recording and yelling too. The Mom screams at them that it's her property and they need to get off it. She never hands the woman over to ICE or lets her leave her front door.

And you know what ICE does?

They get in their cars. And they leave.

An update was posted today from the same Mom. She said the Dasher is safe and is now in contact with an immigration lawyer.

She also states she has no contact information with that other person because "The less I know, the better." So her neighbors and people who stood by are the ones in contact and helping out.

Do not trust the fucking cops.

Do not trust the fucking feds.

Yes that includes your cop uncles and favorite politicians.

I've been saying this for years but it bears repeating: we protect us

Organize. Your. Community.

When I’m reading and have apparently been imagining a fatter version of the character in my head the entire time and the author starts describing their figure in detail

Lowkey this isn’t oversight on the author’s part or a delay of proper descriptions. When a character is suddenly revealed to be fair skinned or thin halfway through the story it’s because thats what the author considers the default and you were supposed to be following along under that assumption.

Me when I'm old as fuck and my grandkids talk to me: this reminds me of a post. I gotta go find the post

Grandkids: grandpa sit down you don't need to show us a post

Me: (not listening) Now where was that post....

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