So When Virginia Woolf Writes Paragraph Long Sentences It’s “revolutionary” And “starts A Literary

if you are neutral in situations of injustice you have chosen the side of the oppressor

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Mexico Launches Emergency App, 'ConsulApp Contigo,' as Immigration Crackdown Intensifies in the US | BELatina

Mexico’s Foreign Minister, has introduced “ConsulApp Contigo”, a mobile application designed to provide immediate support in emergencies, in

Mexicans in the United States now have a direct line to consular assistance at their fingertips. Juan Ramón de la Fuente Ramírez, Mexico’s Foreign Minister, has introduced “ConsulApp Contigo”, a mobile application designed to provide immediate support in emergencies, including detentions. The app connects users to consular services, offering legal guidance and critical resources in real time.

Los mexicanos en Estados Unidos ahora tienen a su disposición una línea directa de asistencia consular. Juan Ramón de la Fuente Ramírez, Ministro de Relaciones Exteriores de México, presentó "ConsulApp Contigo", una aplicación móvil diseñada para brindar apoyo inmediato en situaciones de emergencia, incluidas las detenciones. La aplicación conecta a los usuarios con los servicios consulares, ofreciendo orientación legal y recursos críticos en tiempo real.

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We guide Mexican migrants about their rights and consular services.

The Nightmare King learning of a universe where a band of adventurers "destroy" them, and just grabbing the party's counter parts in their universe while they are smaller. Their The Nightmare King's kids now, at least Kalina and Baron like the goblin, even if maybe one of the kids is happy and it's the wood elf who clearly thinks this is a dream.

ficlet frenzy note: i really didn't intend to write this originally, cause the scope was really big, and it felt like i wouldn't be able to encapsulate everything. but also, i love bad endings. and kristen applebees. so... hey! (written during @d20ficoff)

“C’mon, Kris! Let’s go play!”

She can’t help but flinch at the sound of that merry voice, filled with such boundless happiness. Shifting slightly, Kristen manoeuvres her body around in the tiny alcove she’s tucked herself away into. At the young age of eight, Kristen’s still small enough that she can squeeze her body into the dip of the tree, curling up into a ball and hugging her limbs close.

It’s the closest thing to comfort that she can get in this forest, to hold herself close. If she closes her eyes and sinks into her own mind, maybe she can trick herself into believing she’s back in her home with her mom and her dad and her little brothers — curled up in her bed, warm and cosy and safe.

But she’s not back home anymore. She hasn’t been for a while.

[read the rest on ao3]

IT'S DONE, its finished.

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The EARN IT Bill Is the Government’s Plan to Scan Every Message Online

Imagine an Internet where the law required every message sent to be read by government-approved scanning software. Companies that handle suc

With all of the COVID-19 news and panic going on, the U.S. Government has been sneakily trying to pass the so called EARN IT Bill which would remove end-to-end encryption on messages and calls, and allow a scanning software to read all of them. Websites that don’t comply will lose protections.

In a weird character growth invert of shitty teenager Fabian being embarrassed of his friendship with Riz, I want mildly drunk (but not drunk ENOUGH for this to be happening, really.) adult Fabian trying to get someone to stick n poke "I love my friend The Ball" on his ass at a college party and Riz SCRAMBLING to interfere and BEGGING him not to because what the FUCK

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but this feels vaguely relevant…

Read the full text of It Can’t Happen Here on Project Gutenberg: X

but on the real though, here is your guide to assyrian rice preparation from your friendly neighborhood assyrian:

start wanting rice. (or, if you are traditional, simply recognize your constant desire for rice.)

measure out two cups of rice. then one more. then two more. then another. this seems fine. you love rice. there is no way that this will backfire on you.

remember that your great-great-uncle’s recipe says it should be soaked overnight.

become consumed with despair.

decide to soak it for half an hour instead, acknowledging that the final product will be inferior and anger your ancestors but will still satisfy your now almost-overwhelming need for rice to be inside your body much faster.

remember that you should have set the water to boil when you soaked the rice. goddammit. 

once the water boils, put the rice in until it is half-cooked. the eyeballing or intuitive method is less effective than a timer but that’s how your aunt does it so you feel compelled to meet her standards.

now that the rice has fluffed up, realize how much rice six dry cups really is. holy shit. you’ve fucked up immeasurably. 

take a minute to dwell upon your failings.

grease a baking dish with butter. this will never be as elegant as you want it to and your fingers will get greasy, but the slightly shameful, self-indulgent joy of licking your fingers afterwards will make up for it.

pour the rice into the dish. wonder immediately if you actually buttered the dish beforehand and if you’ve just fucked up. 

melt approximately one thousand pounds of butter in the microwave and pour it over the rice, pondering your imminent death from rapid-onset arterial clogging. put a small pat of butter on the top to properly gild the lily.

put your pan into the oven, which you have absolutely preheated after your previous lack of foresight. shake the rice once or twice while it bakes to make sure the butter is well distributed. resist the impulse to climb into the oven with the rice. for the last ten minutes, sit next to the oven and count the seconds until it’s done.

remove the dish from the oven. shed a tear or two at the perfection laid before you. if you are dining with others, this is the time to serve the rice while making passive-aggressive statements about how oh no, you don’t need any help, you just made dinner all by yourself, you can serve everyone as well. (this is still fun if done alone, but optional.)

CONSUME THE RICE.

realize that you have eaten half of the dish in one sitting. no matter how much rice you made, this will always happen. 

put the leftovers away, if there are any, and enjoy a cup of chai while marveling at the amount of food you have just eaten. if possible, fall asleep in an armchair, sitting up, head tilted slightly back, like a grandpa.

for the rest of the evening, think fondly of how much rice you have in the fridge now and how many meals it will supplement, refusing to acknowledge that you will almost certainly eat the rest of it in a few hours for a midnight meal.

This was just supposed to be a cute sketch of Shmim in a floatie donut, but then the others joined in around him, and now it's a Gob Squad pool party.

We got Alex crocodiling to the right (with sqweep her mandarin duck familiar), Riz doing some wakeboarding behind Dex, who is wildshaped into an Orca. Jingles is thirst trapping people from his dorsal fin, and Leena is practising their canonball.

The Gob Squad is Riz's University adventuring party in the AU I have going with @dullgecko, you can read all about it in the Big AU Doc