A World In Grey

The symmetry of this turn in the air!

Yellow Warblers (Setophaga petechia) are small, agile birds known for their stunning ‘circle flight’ during nest-building.

The age of eligibility for an ABLE account, allowing USAmerican disabled people to save up money without losing their government assistance for having “too much,” is going to go up to cover disabilities diagnosed by age 46 (currently it’s age 26), meaning a much larger number of people will be able to access them. As the article notes, many Americans don’t know these accounts exist, let alone whether they or someone they care for could qualify for one, so please share this information around.

Like. Imagine one of the scientists studying Astrophage gives Grace a paper detailing their recent findings and Grace being locked in on something else, he just looks up, skims the paper, then pulls out a red pen from somewhere and marks it, “B+, you forgot to account for…” then after a 5 minute lecture on how to improve, he goes back to typing or smth. The scientist just standing there baffled thinking ‘B+? What are we in? A classroom?”, and kind of bum hurt that they only got a B+ (bc ofc they want an A) so they go back to researching with a new ferocity cuz dammit they’re going to get that A. Cue the science team being fueled by Dr.Grace’s grades, them just rubbing it into each others faces if they get A’s or A+’s. Headcanon 2 is that he just keeps gold star stickers in his pockets so for example: All of them are in a meeting, Dr. smth pipes up with a good suggestion and he goes, “Great job! You get a gold star.” And just puts it on their phone case or badge and moves on, everyone is flabbergasted and a bit jealous except for the scientist who is just vibrating with happiness and a bit of fear because the co-dictator of the world just gave them a gold star.

Extra: Grace also hits Stratt with the 1 2 punch of “A+! Here’s a gold star.” On one of her presentations after staying up for 36+ hours and slaps a gold star on her forehead before conking out on the desk. Carl is in the corner desperately trying not to laugh bc Grace just did this in front of the entire Petrova task force while Stratt is just staring at him in confused amusement. Extra-extra: The mess hall on Stratt’s Vat has a ‘Fridge-board” which is a magnetic board acting as a fridge for all of their papers with A’s on it. Grace just being mortified when he learns that he’s been grading and giving gold stars to the top minds of the world and Stratt having to assure him that is boosts morale and that it’s fine.

(Once he gets sent off to space, everyone in the task force keeps their stars to remember him, because he never said goodbye.)

Bruce: Damian!

Danny: Hi Damian.

Damian: Will you be wasting your time here once again?

Danny: Oh no, I actually came to warn Bruce I might not be around as much for a few weeks.

Damian: Oh? And who must I thank for this joyous event?

Danny: Well, last night a stray dog got into my shed and gave birth to 13 puppies. I moved them all into the spare bathroom and I'm going to be looking after them until they're ready to go to new homes.

Damian: Puppies?

Danny: Yeah! The vet said mama was probably a Bloodhound mixed with some sorta Mastiff, and who knows about the puppies. Would you like to see some pictures?

Damian: *nods and excitedly sits down between Danny and Bruce, looking at all the puppy photos* You-You will have your hands full when they're bigger.

Danny: Don't I know it. Hey, you wouldn't be interested in helping would you?

Damian: Really? *trying so hard not to look excited*

Danny: Really! I mean, right now Mama is doing most of the work, but eventually the pups are gonna need socialized, and desensitized, not to mention I'm gonna need a puppy sitter so I can work with Mama without having to worry. But, I know you're a busy kid, so don't feel pressured, okay?

Damian: Well, school will be out in two weeks, I won't be too busy so, so I want to help, with the puppies. Please.

Danny: Great! It'll be so great to have help, thanks kiddo! I've been looking forward to hanging out with you anyway. *softly ruffles Damian's hair*

Damian: You have?

Danny: Yeah! I get along with your siblings but I wasn't sure if we had anything in common, but I'm glad we can geek out over dogs together!

Damian, thoughtfully: Oh.

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Now, given the civil rights legislation’s hobbled state, minority voters will have to get “creative” and “ruthless” to ensure their full participation in democracy, Harris told Morial.

At the very least, that will mean voters will need to regularly stay on top of their voter registration statuses, to make sure they haven’t been purged. (......)

To hold the Trump administration accountable, voters should have “an agenda that is about turning out the vote in the greatest numbers we have ever seen, so that in light of and in this environment where they are cheating, we will be too big to rig,” said Harris.

If voters are able to push Democrats into controlling majorities of the U.S. House and Senate in this year’s midterms, lawmakers should be “uncompromising,” said Harris. This means revisiting policies around Electoral College votes, expanding the U.S. Supreme Court bench, and exploring statehood for Puerto Rico and D.C., she said.

Here's the cat burglar. She wears comfy clothes and has zero social skills. She has sex appeal but only if you're into a very specific type of woman, and crucially she has zero idea she has it. She probably doesn't know what an innuendo is.

Here's the hacker. He's a Black nerd, and also the most moral character of the bunch. He's a nerd but also not socially awkward; in fact, he's the second best at grifting, right after the person who's been doing it for decades.

Here's the muscle. In his heart of hearts, he is a chef. He is tough and manly but he uses that to look out for the working class and children and everyone else the system leaves behind. He's feared by politicians and he reminds his friend to tip the delivery person.

Here's the femme fatale. She's over forty years old, and she's the one seducing the mark. She's the heart of the team. Her calling is to be a director. She loves attending her own funeral.

Here's the mastermind. He's the only one who doesn't start out as a career criminal. He manipulates his own crew, kills two people after promising them he won't, and takes deals behind their back. He was in seminary school.

my secondborn (my parents)

7/10

sounds vaguely historical but in the way that I'm going to be sent off to war to prevent a succession crisis

potentially confusing to the listener bc the average conversation has little relation to birth order

my sister's, [name] (my aunt)

9/10

direct and to the point!

still very clear about what our family relationship is. I think we can do away with many nouns if this is any indication

my young adult child (my mom)

4/10

it's giving "20 year old minor"

I promise you can just say my kid. it's ok I don't mind strangers thinking I'm like 5 bc that would make me a prodigy for doing stuff like my laundry and dishes in one day and honestly I could use that kind of support

my liberated one (my grandma)

10/10 THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

completely unclear what my relationship actually is to her. her personal oracle perhaps?

The first was that each of us had attacked at least one of the others in print. I had dissed Eco’s book. Umberto had criticized Mario for being too right-wing. Mario had criticized me for being too left-wing.

The second discovery was that we all got on like a house on fire.

It was Umberto who suggested we should now call ourselves The Three Musketeers. (This, remember, was the time of the Three Tenors, Pavarotti, Domingo and Carreras.) I remember asking, “Why Musketeers? Why not, for example, The Three Stooges?”

“No,” Umberto insisted. “It has to be Musketeers, because first we were enemies and now we are friends.”