Omg this warms my little child welfare worker heart. 🥹

Hell yes! Get it, Germany! 🎉

No seconds until everyone has a plate. We all learned it as kids. Now let’s do that with housing.

Fuck their capital. They don’t deserve it. Take the empty houses and give them outright to those that need them. There are more empty homes in the US than unhoused people.

Wow. it’s like double tomestones! 14 for a raid is nuts!

ProZD’s reading of these names is amazinglink

I don’t much care for the power rangers looking suit but I’m sure there are some folks that love it. Just wish it was in separate pieces. At least it’s dyeable

The messed up part is that it should not be complicated at all. It should be simply “no.” And it isn’t, so we have a problem

I don’t think it’s dishonest or wrong to say that slavery was bad. Trying to say “well there were good parts” is a clear attempt to soften the wrongs that were committed. Florida’s new guidelines want to soften that and to refuse to teach about the atrocities committed by our own ancestors. This is horrible, and Desantis defended it. That’s what we’re mad about.

Slavery is bad. Slavery was bad. People being enslaved is bad and bad for them. Period.

Hoping the players end up getting a good amount of that payout. I wouldn’t be too shocked if the team owners took the 6 mil each and bounced.

Wind, sand, dirt, and poverty

def -onicle girl.

Right!? It’s wonderful! 💖

Right butt pocket, or in the purse if I’ll be sitting down for a while.

and here’s the same from below!

It’s a new name for me. I’m Coco, recently.

I had a little Lalafell boy in FFXIV named Cocozan Cozan.

When I switched to femroe I changed the last name, truncated the first to Coco.

People knew me as Coco and she/her online and it felt right. Decided to keep the name for myself.

The Adventures of Bayou Billy went from beat-em-up, to shooter with the zapper, and then to driving. Wild game.

Nevermind. I’m an idiot. OP linked the original

This looks like it’s cropped from something. Anyone have the original?

First time I was gendered correctly by a stranger was by a creepy old dude at a fried food stand at a festival. He called me “honey” in a way that made me feel simultaneously validated and scared.