im here, im queer, i want to take a nap

I heard this person say "uhhhh yeah can I get a prosquito sandwich please?" and I knew I'd never be the same. Prosquito. Prosquito. Its everything to me. I haven't been able to stop saying that lmfao. This is my spinch. This is my bagel and creem cheems. This is my ranibow sprimkle.

I change my thought process and the intention of the spell to request that Dame Seremai protect me one more time.

Year of the horse

I would be reluctant to use fridging in this exact context, because this isn't some imaginary scenario to generate manpain for a white hero, this is a much more common experience of Native American and First Nation people, having their wives and daughters and sisters (in particular, but not exclusively) go missing. And never getting answers, never learning what happened, and not being believed that there's a problem in the first place.

This is like how being rescued from a tower by a prince is not particularly empowering or affirming to cis physically able straight thin perisex white women and girls, but can be for basically anybody else. Particularly black girls and women, who do not get a lot of cultural messages that treat them as people who are so valuable and precious, who may not have the strength to save themselves, or may wish that they didn't fucking have to save themselves (and everyone else) all the time.

White men have this story so often happen that we have a trope name specific to one specific and particularly egregious version of this, but you don't often see men who look like Robbie dealing with this type of story in fictional settings, even though it happens for men like Robbie in real life with horrifying frequency.

erandur reads a book

Mozart (Currently shredding Violin Concerto No. 1 on the guitar, having figured it out within 30 seconds): What other music can be made from harnessed lightning?

While deluge and I were watching TV in the living room, getting ready to go to bed, we started to hear this persistent beeping outside.

I figured hey, car alarm, we hear them all the time

But it was still going an hour later. And I'm like, well, that's weird.

So I take a listen. And I hear:

"beep beep beep WARNING (garbled message)"

And I'm like, well that's alarming, deluge come listen to this

And deluge listens and has better hearing than me, and says "its saying warning, evacuate, evactuate"

...well, that's really alarming

But it's not in our building and no one on the street or in the parking lot is reacting

So I start getting ready for bed. But the anxiety kicks in

And I'm like, okay its probably something stupid, but I need to at least try to find out what it is before I ignore a siren telling me to evacuate

So I check Twitter first to see if anyone mentions it, nothing

I do some googling, nothing.

So finally I'm like fine okay, this is what we have civil servants for.

I call the non emergency number expecting to hear that they already know what it is and can tell me.

Nope. They say they'll send someone to check on it.

So I wait around do some more googling. The only thing I can find is it might be a smoke or co2 detector. I don't see any fire or smoke

So now I'm like good thing I called, one of my neighbors might be passed out from co2 inhalation!

So I watch at the window, the car pulls up. Officer lady comes out. Looks around. Looks fucking confused.

Starts inspecting the garbage bins (which are over full).

A minute later she goes back to the car, does some texting, then comes out with her phone and holds it up to the garbage bins, clearly letting someone else hear.

A couple minutes later I get a callback

SOME ASSHOLE threw away a co2 detector and its going off in the bin 😆😆😆

Lady says her superior told her absolutely DO NOT go digging through the trash for it. Which is 100% fair.

They tell me to call the landlord, that's not gonna do shit on a Friday night XD

Lucky us, it runs out of batteries about an hour later.

So that was stupid.