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Leaving Amadis and Talanah in anxious wait, I traced the perimeter of the Rot, looking for an opening. The ruins were reinforced by Tenakth pillars and watchtowers, every gap choked with vegetation. I walked beyond the patrols, around the edge of the ruins where they bent toward the sea. I climbed the crumbling walls, looking out over the vast compound.
The ruins stretched out into the shallows, a smattering of rebels patrolling the closest structures, concentrating in number toward the larger fort, thick with watchtowers and weaponry. It looked like the cells were in there too. I descended to the sands and took out a couple wandering rebels with my sharpshot bow, then moved on toward the main gate.
A champion stood alone by a fire pit, sword and shield at the ready just in case. Not ready enough, evidently. I took him with a spear strike from above, piercing between his helmet and his shoulder armour. It was over quick and quiet.
Moving on, I used my Pullcaster to observe the fortified section from a decent vantage, waiting for the guards to clear away from the gate controls. They clearly felt un-threatened out here; the Lowland clan had their own settlements to worry about further inland.
Down on the sands, I snuck over to the gate controls and wound them open. People noticed, of course, but I set off a cloud of smoke to obscure my exact position, giving me a scant window to operate.
Talanah and Amadis were already in position, surging through the gates and the smoke to meet the first rebel defenders on the scene. We took them by surprise from the smoke, and by the time the alarms sounded through the rest of the compound, Amadis, Talanah and I walked right in through the front door.
I stuck to stealth where I could, using my Stalker shield to sneak behind the rebels as they converged on Amadis and Talanah, who were advancing toward the cells. A rebel champion lugged out a firebomb launcher and concentrated fire toward the fighters on the ground, catching both my Carja allies and his own fellow rebels in the flames. Amadis got the worst of it, but with another charge loaded into my shield, I crept up and dispatched the heavy-hitter with my spear. There were few stragglers by then, which Amadis and Talanah took care of before I could even hoist up the commandeered bomb launcher.
When it seemed the coast was clear, one final rebel champion ran through the gates, armoured as a Thunderjaw but unarmed. He held up a machine lure, but Talanah put an arrow in his chest just as he activated it. Amadis ran forward and crushed the lure under his heel, and though it seemed for a moment that no machines had registered the brief call, a rumbling beneath the sand and surging of distant waves told us different.
Running to the waterfront, the head of a Tideripper burst up through the surface in a torrent of sea spray. It slammed up onto the sand, its focus quickly locking onto the three of us.
As it charged up the purgewater cannons on its back, I tried to lure it further up and out of the water, where it could only flap and throw itself sluggishly. Freezing it with my new Nora bow slowed it further still, then my boltblaster pierced the armour on its neck and fins before rupturing one of the purgewater sacs on its side. That hampered its powerful cannons, allowing Amadis and Talanah to concentrate fire at the slow, beached machine. I lobbed explosive spikes at it from a distance, wreaking havoc on its oil-drenched components.
Slicing open a second purgewater sac, I then repeated my initial strategy, freezing the Tideripper and loosing a few powerful sharpshots. That finally put an end to it.
I stripped the frosted-over kill while Amadis and Talanah searched for a way to open the cells, as the Lowland Tenakth trapped within had made themselves known.
Talanah soon found a key on one of the rebels and opened the main cell. The Tenakth within were quick to voice their distaste at being rescued by Carja, but the act of charity was enough to stop them attacking the pair on sight. One of them explained how the rebels had mounted an attack on the compound and imprisoned those they'd neglected to kill here in their own cells. Most seemed to be in good condition, considering. Amadis wasted no time in making his purpose here known, asking about Nessa, a random Carja soldier who had been brought here five years ago.
Surprisingly, a voice from within the cell returned an answer. The Tenakth woman claimed to have killed Nessa herself, but Amadis' reaction to the admission turned the situation on its head. He recognised Nessa's voice. The woman, who know called herself Ritakka, stepped forward. She explained that when she was imprisoned by the Tenakth, she had faced execution here at the Rot along with the rest of her comrades. That was until one of the Marshals took pity on her, surprised to see a Carja woman serving as a soldier. Whether it was this fact alone that drew Fashav's attention was unclear. Nessa had been afforded the same right that Fashav was granted, at his insistence: to prove her worth in a trial by combat. Nessa did so, and took her place in the tribe as Ritakka.
Amadis was dumbfounded. What began as a tinge of anger settled into a sort of indignant despair. He tried to communicate this to Ritakka, that he had mourned her for all these years, journeying all the way from the Sundom to discover her fate.
Ritakka showed only measured sympathy, coldly delivered. She had moved on from her old identity and flourished within the Tenakth culture of physical meritocracy. Being a woman would never hold her back among them as long as she could fight as well as any man. She had no interest in returning to the Sundom, or reuniting with Amadis. He was nothing but a reminder of her old life, I suppose. What Amadis was desperate to cling to, she would rather forget. Few among her squadmates remembered who she used to be, and she wanted to keep it that way. Calmly, coldly, but not without a memory of love, she dismissed Amadis. Now he knew the truth. Now he should go on his way.
I was more concerned with how Talanah was feeling. She'd sacrificed so much in coming hereâeven though I knew the adventure had excited herâand here was the anti-climactic, if uplifting end. Nessa was alive and well, but I wondered if that would be enough for Amadis. It had to sting. It was clear that he still loved her, to myself and Talanah both.
Amadis apologised to her, at least, and she made it clear that she didn't think him foolish after all this, but that their future was...uncertain. She would help him on his way back east, but that was all.
Amadis stepped away, and Ritakka turned back to her comrades. It can't have been easy for Talanah, watching that exchange. In an awful way, she might have preferred to find evidence of Nessa's death. At least then Amadis could move on, find the closure that he'd been looking for at Talanah's advice. Far from bringing them closer, this whole experience is more likely to push them apart, despite the grand gesture. Despite Talanah's clear feelings for him.
Talanah admitted, when asked, that she wasn't okay, and thanked me for putting up with all this. She said she'd hang around Barren Light for a while before returning to Meridian. A chance to clear her head before returning to her post as Sun Hawk of the lodge. She refused to be anyone's second choice. I can admire that, and she shouldn't be. Not ever.
Maybe, to Amadis, Talanah would always come second to Nessa. Alive, as she is as Ritkka, or even dead, as just the idea of her. Just the memory. Can someone come second to a corpse?
As Talanah explained her plans, I kept thinking about the RCC. She didn't ask about it, or even mention her brief stay. I could have jumped in at any moment and asked her to return thereâreunite with Varl and Erend, meet Kotallo and Zoâbut I didn't. She has her dream, her people and city and legacy to return to. She has her love for Amadis, if it lasts. I guess I didn't want to drag her into all this. Not just the danger and existential dread of it all, but the truth and the way it would change her. Steer her from the life she loved and knew. Most importantly, she didn't ask. I tried not to take it personally. She had a lot on her mind.
Talanah traipsed after Amadis, who still looked lost. A lot of closure left to search for. As for me, I looted the camp empty, taking all I could from the rebels. The freed Tenakth guards rewarded me as well, Ritakka among them, blending in perfectly. She's got that tough, no-nonsense attitude characteristic of the Tenakth, that's for certain.
After picking over the spoils, I rested up on one of the watchtowers away from the main compound, watching the afternoon sun settle in glaring white over the endless sea.
Dawn shone over Thornmarsh, reaching in smooth golds and searing pinks across the ocean and to the shore where I rested with Attah and her machine riding crew. I set off as the sun hit the beach, returning to the marshes.
Just outside the city, I came to a collection of watchtowers monitoring the surrounding territory. Hoping to get the lay of the land (in the absence of a Tallneck) I prepared for the climb.
It was a long way up, and the day grew scorching fast, but it was worth the view, and not just for its own sake. I spotted a Survey Drone drifting around the blighted ruins, close to where I fought that Fireclaw.
Making the breathtaking glide down, I returned to my mount and headed for the ruins, hoping Hephaestus hadn't already repopulated the area.
Fortunately, the place was quiet, apart from the thick red blight sizzling the air and soil. I climbed the tall, dry husk of a nearby tree and brought the drone down to salvage its data. Maybe once I get this back to Gaia she'll be able to analyse this 'Blood Choke' infecting the region, and figure out what makes it so resistant to Poseidon's powers of restoration.
My Focus picked up on something else in the drone's recent recordingsâa small deviation from its baseline visual noise. An anomaly in bright Carja armour traveling alone, far from the road. The rumour I'd heard was right.
So, Talanah had made the journey after all, and without running into any of the local patrols. Hanging around the gates of Thornmarsh, that wouldn't stay true for long. Before she could draw any attention from the lookouts, I met her in hiding. My lowlander garb shocked her for half a moment, but then Talanah got right to business, as if our conversation at Camp Nowhere had just concluded.
I reminded her of what she'd promsied me there: the truth about Amadis and her reasons for chasing him this far. When he'd saved her from machines deep in the Jewel, they'd made a poor first impression both ways. A proud, stuck-up trophy hunter of the Lodge, and a weird jungle hermit. But when they got to talking, and Talanah saw just how much the Red Raids had stolen from him, her perspective began to change. They bonded over their grief over the lives they had lostâTalanah's father and brother, and Amadis' lover, a woman called Nessa.
I asked her outright what was obvious in her voice, and she admitted it. She loved him. A little sheepish about it, maybe a tad embarrassed, but she was earnest. I'd never seen her like that before. I don't know why her admission made me recoil so muchâmade me want to sink into the mud or turn and walk away. Not-envy, like I said. More like a complete inability to understand. Because this love of hers had driven her from her greatest goal in life, recently achieved and clung to since childhood. It had made her journey all the way here through incalculable danger, just in case Amadis needed her. That said, I could see in her face what his safety meant to her. Something just shy of everything, it seemed. And she was my friend. Of course I would help her see this foolish thing through.
Love was only part of the reason she'd come so far. In speaking of the closure and clarity she'd gained upon honouring her family's legacy at the Lodge, Amadis had been so taken by the idea that he'd resolved to discover Nessa's fate. She was the fellow soldier he'd lost at the battle of Burning Blooms, who'd been carted off to the Rot as prisoner and likely died there years ago. She disguised herself as a man so she'd be able to join the Carja military. Awful keen to fight for the mad Sun King, I thought, though according to Talanah she and Amadis had spent most of their time out west disobeying orders and trying to deescalate the situation. Though just their being there was escalation enough, I'm sure.
So it was guilt as well as love. Now that, I could understand. Talanah blamed herself, in a way, for Amadis coming all the way out here. She'd planted the seed of closure and healing in his head. And before he could get to any of that, he needed to discover Nessa's final fate. I didn't imagine it could've been anything good. Talanah agreed.
Knowing only that the Rot was on the coast, and that Amadis was likely to have reached it recently, if at all, Talanah led the way through the jungle.
We took a north-west road, narrow and hopefully lesser travelled. I'd like to think I could have dissuaded any local patrols from attacking a trespassing Carja noble on sight, but my reputation could only do so much. Talanah was utterly focused on the journey, and as we approached the edge of the marshes, where rusted, uniform structures sat sunk in the shallows, we found what she was searching for.
Trouble, and of course Amadis along with it. I first spotted his traps; an impressive array of shock wire strung across the path of a pursuing Fireclaw. He taunted the beast, luring it into his traps. I took the ensuing opportunity to add some shock ammo of my own, overloading one of its sparkers with my warrior bow. Talanah and Amadis closed in to hack at the Fireclaw while it was down.
Amadis hadn't done much damage to the machine yetâhad he been hoping to take it down by himself? Bold, and probably idioticâit's not like he'd have faced machines this fearsome in the Jewelâbut his adeptness in traps and bombs of all types showed him to be a master hunter. Not the showy kind that frequented the Lodge, but a survivalist that would use any edge afforded to him. I still did all the work, of course, but Amadis was no amateur.
I set off the Fireclaw's sparkers whenever respite was neededâtoo much magma stirred up, setting the shallows to a boilâletting Talanah and Amadis get in close and wrench apart its central components. Outside of that I stuck to a proven strategy, using my new Nora-touched bow to brittle its armour before riddling it with bolts and explosive sharshots, cracking it to pieces. When we finally put it down, I stripped the kill while Amadis and Talanah stepped away to speak in private.
Conversing turned to arguingâI only caught the edge of it. As Talanah told it, Amadis had promised before setting off to send word back with the trading caravan he traveled with, and his plan had only ever been to go as far as No Man's Land. When the tunnel collapsed, he said, he had no choice but to press on, and no means to send word. He'd never wanted to worry her, never thought she'd follow. I guess he didn't know how much he meant to her. I sorely hoped he saw it now.
I butted in and introduced myself, a little awkwardly, but there was nothing else for it. I was no stranger to Amadis, despite his lone nomad lifestyle back east. Talanah had told him all about me, apparently. He was heading for the Rot, just north up the coast, but I didn't go running after him right away. Not so fast.
I asked him about Nessa, I guess wanting to get a sense of what he was really after here. From where I was standing, it might've just been suicide. I wasn't about to let him drag Talanah down with him.
Amadis explained what had happened right before the battle of Burning Blooms, when he and Nessa had been separated. He knew that the Tenakth outnumbered them greatly, they all did. They were walking into sure slaughter, yet their drunken, foolhardy commander ordered them to press on into their territory. Amadis threatened to expose his incompetence, and the commander threatened his life. When the fight was over, Amadis stood beside a very high-ranking, wealthy, and well-connected corpse.
Ever since that day, Amadis was pursued by loyalists to the Mad Kingâfirst other soldiers, then Shadow Carja, and even now, Carja bounty hunters hired by nobles who escaped persecution. The commander's family remained powerful even now, and not even Avad could stop them from carrying out justice as they saw fit. A royal pardon would certainly do him no good. He'd been a fugitive all this time. An outcast, even. Not that he looked like one, in his silks and all that ornamentation. Didn't even look particularly strongânot the formidable sort I'd pictured when Talanah described his feats. I suppose he was living in the jungle all that time, just trying to survive...I tried not to be too judgemental. Talanah made her own choice to follow him into danger, nonsensical as I found it. I couldn't blame himâI could even help him get the answers he craved without pissing off the entire Lowland clan. I don't think he'd taken survival into account before coming here. The way he told it he didn't have much left to lose.
Talanah led the way to the coast, continuing to bicker occasionally with Amadis as we went. Travelling north, we passed through a wooded stretch of land populated by Old World ruins. The sort I might not have been able to ignore had I been travelling alone. Large and well-preserved, glinting with loot and data points picked up by my Focus. Something for the return trip.
At the western edge of the ruins, we faced the Rot. Ragurt's rumours were true: the place was huge, stretching out of sight along the coastline with Tenkath structures woven above and around ancient stone walls. I had been hoping to make a good-faith approach and negotiate entry for Amadis and Talanah, but the guards at the battlements were not Lowlanders, they were rebels.
Regalla had taken the Rot. It seemed a strange strategic choice, but no doubt the place was rich in resources and ammunition. Maybe they were carting it between here and Fenrise? And now they were stranded out here on the coast. Not for much longer. Though that still left us with the question of Nessa's fate. We could only hope that the rebels hadn't killed the only Tenakth who might have remembered her.
I told Amadis and Talanah to stay put while I snuck into the compound and found a way to open the front gates. I'd be quieter alone, then we could take down the remaining rebels together. Amadis seemed unsure, but Talanah urged him to trust me. She knew I wouldn't let her down.
stop saying "gen z brought back bush-era purity politics" i grew up in the bush era and even then people weren't saying that you're a sex addict for having boring marital sexual congress in the same house as your children. this is just plain unhinged
Literally almost every millennial I know has a memory of accidentally walking in on their parents or hearing their parents having sex. It's fucking normal. Human beings have sex. Your parents fuck. Get over it. Being weird about it isn't healthy.
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I've given myself heat exhaustion AGAIN (heck, I hope it's only heat exhaustion, rip) and I am not here for it ffs so to make sure y'all know about it, imma share the signs of heat exhaustion!
Heat exhaustion is quite literally your body getting too hot and Exhausting itself to cope. Heatstroke is your body Failing To Cope.
Heat Exhaustion signs include:
You get a headache that Will Not Go Away
You feel confused and dizzy (balance who? Idk her)
You don't feel hungry but you feel sick as well (this sucks and happens a lot in high heat so try and snack regularly)
Sweating and clammy skin like the kind that has people go "you're freezing!" because you've sweated so much you literally end up with a chill on your skin
Cramps. Feckin cramps. Arms. Legs. Stomach. They suck ass.
You have a heckin fast pulse or you're hyperventilating like you've just had a Scare
Your body temp is over 38°c (because you're literally boiling like a lobster in a pot)
You are Beyond Thirsty and no matter what you drink it Does Not Abate
If you end up experiencing any of these symptoms, or multiple, and you're in a hot/warm environment, then sit your ass down in the shade, get something to drink, and get a damp cloth on your head or a change of clothes that are cool.
Basically, stop what you're doing and give your body a chance to Not Keep Boiling
Heat exhaustion is NOT THE SAME as a heatstroke.
Heatstroke is So Much Worseâą.
Heatstroke signs include:
Still feeling like utter shite 30 minutes after you sat your ass down, rested in a cool place, and rehydrated
Not actually sweating even though you really do feel like a lobster in a pot that has the heat up High
Your body temp is 40°c+ (which is bad btw, that's temp for causing your to pass out etc)
Hyperventilating/fast breathing or actual shortness of breath (I struggle with this because asthma so I'm always like "idk if I got this oops)
Feeling confused but in a like "I don't know what's going on, I can't think, I have no idea about anything, someone help me please I'm crossing into traffic and don't even realise" way
Having a fit/seizure because your body temp is so high your brain is Actually Getting Boiled In Your Skull đ [upside down smiley emoji]
Passing out and not actually responding or waking up from a brief fainting spell (this is the Seriousâą kind of passing out that has doctors going "oh shit, we need an IV STAT!" or whatever it is they say when Shit Is Going Down)
Heatstroke can be really dangerous if it isn't treated quickly so please don't ignore these signs. Right now, I'm in a cool environs, with hydration, and am avoiding moving and am gonna have a nap because I'm going very dizzy, can't focus properly, have a headache, and am only coherent here because I'm HyperFocusing on this post. I can't even understand words being said to me right now hence nap, hydration, and cool environs.
So please, y'all, take care of yourselves. Seriously.
If you have low blood sugar, but are having a hard time eating because you feel crappy from the heat, try sucking on some hard candy
If possible, after you get out of the sun/heat drink Gatorade or something similar to replenish what you've been loosing from sweating
When drinking water or Gatorade (no matter what you have it is important to stay hydrated!) it is important to drink slowly, even if you are very thirsty, because if you drink too fast the water might come back up
In hot weather, bandanas are very useful, even as a preventative measure, because you can pour some water from you bottle (or anything else) on them, and then put them on your head (as mentioned above) or neck. A few other areas help as well, like armpits, but I would personally recommend your neck.
It is not recommended to use a fan at or above 99°f or 35°c, because they can actually start to make the heat worse. (I know these are different temps, the recommendations come from different governments, 35°c is around 95°f, but this also depends on conditions like humidity, so just use your best judgement with this info)
Most importantly, if you think you are getting heat stroke call 911 or your equivalent, heat stroke kills several people each year, even in my area, where it normally only gets to 100°f for a few days each year
Well shit, I had most of those Sunday Morning, can heat exhaustion continue to hit even after you've moved into a cool environment, rehydrated, eaten, taken a long warmish-coolish shower and then slept for 7 hours?
Because those symptoms match the the symptoms I had last Sunday and made me feel like shit upon waking up.
They can yes @artisanscribbles because heat exhaustion takes time to go away. You may well feel a bit under the weather for a few days after experiencing it, and any sort of exposure to heat without proper precautions can make it flare up again and worsen into heatstroke.
It's why it's so important to rest and keep hydrated when it's warm. I hope you eventually felt better and maintained your hydration levels with water and other fluids.
I had three days of feeling the after effects of heat exhaustion myself and felt like I had a cold, a constant headache, and random chills all at the same time as having a dry throat, not sweating properly, dizziness, and even muscle cramps from the rapid dehydration I experienced.
In general, to anyone who sees or reblogs this:
It's really important to take care of yourself, both immediately after you recognise you've got heat exhaustion, and in the long term. It can affect you for days after.
i hate saying âi love video gamesâ because imagine a world where you say âi love cinemaâ and everyone automatically assumes you only mean marvel movies. like, not even in a bad way, but they donât think it could mean anything else
and thatâs what it feels like to say you love video games
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
oh btw since its pride month heres some knitting and crochet patterns for you. these are all free. note that i have not MADE or TESTED all of these.
so there are a lot of patterns for soft prosthetic breasts for breast cancer survivors, but there's no reason you cant make yourself some boobs:
Ravelry: Knitted Knockers Double pointed needles pattern by KnittedKnockers.org
Ravelry: Knockers (Crochet) pattern by Claudia Barbo
Ravelry: Tit Bits pattern by Beryl Tsang
Ravelry: Quick & Easy Round Knocker pattern by Janet Dawson
patterns for packers:
Ravelry: Perfectly Reasonable Packer pattern by Janet Dawson - this is a pattern i have actually made. i found it really easy to make and to customize/adapt for different yarns.
Ravelry: Soft Packer pattern by Marian Fournier
Ravelry: Trans Masc Packer pattern by Marcy Fank
Ravelry: Knit Packer pattern by Finn Beaton
fun pride themed patterns:
Ravelry: Progress Pride Flag Cutie pattern by Nicola Newt
Ravelry: Transgender Symbol pattern by Sara Allen
Ravelry: LGBTQ+Equality for Shawl pattern by nycraft craftivist
Ravelry: Pride & Trans Pride Flipsy pattern by kawaiicuddlebug
Ravelry: Transitions Trans Pride Cowl pattern by Elizabeth L. Schell
Ravelry: Trans Pride flag handwarmers pattern by Cassian Lotte Lodge
Ravelry: Protect Trans Folks Tapestry pattern by Ashley Gorecki
Pride Flag Knitting Chart! â TINA TSE KNITS
Ravelry: Pride Flag Hearts pattern by Grace Grommes
Ravelry: Pride Headband pattern by Indie Child
Mini Pride Progress Flag Free Crochet Pattern â Unicorn Hideout
Free patterns: Bi Bee, Enbee, Lesbeean â With Love, Feli
things are rough but we will get through it. happy pride monthđ
Been seeing a lot of folks talk about bugout bags where the context seems to be fleeing a Knock from secret police or something, and I want to gently suggest folks consider more likely reasons to bug out (wildfires, crumbling infrastructure leading to gas leaks, etc).
Make sure your bag can get you through scenarios where you are part of a mass evacuation, rather than you clandestinely leaving in the middle of the night to escape brownshirts.
I feel like thinking in this context will help folks prepare better and think beyond fleeing to the nearest border as their prime objective.
I don't like giving this regime more power than it actually has, so it is helpful to me to think about what I would do in specific scenarios. Planning for those gives me much more concrete action items, reduces my panic, and ends up preparing me better for unknown situations.
A lot of us have real fear of this regime rn, and escaping a Knock is a realistic concern.
But I feel like a lot of white, cishet, middle class folks are in oppression cosplay mode rn, and their brains aren't in a practical space for what the more likely impact to their lives is going to be.
If preparing for a Knock isn't also going to prepare you for facing sitting in traffic for 12 hours with no hotel plans because you need to evacuate a natural disaster on short notice, you should think a bit more about your risk factors and resiliency.
Vague prepping for "When shit hits the fan" means you are going to forget key items. Come up with some specific scenarios to run through and see how your kit would perform.
And yeah, I agree with @so-i-did-this-thing in a lot of ways. A natural disaster (or a man-made one) are A LOT more likely to present an immediate threat to most people right now. Especially because of this administration threatening to dismantle basically every disaster protection we've got from FEMA to NOAA. We are starting down the barrel of, at the very least, a wildfire season with an absolutely crippled wildland firefighting force. (And wildland firefighting resources respond to a lot of other non-fire disasters as well.)
Be prepared for a Knock, especially if you're in any sort of marginalized group, but also be aware that knock might be someone telling you to fucking run because there's a fire roaring towards you.
If it helps, at least in California, a lot of law enforcement agencies are now using whatâs called a âhi-loâ siren tone to get peopleâs attention and indicate they are announcing evacuation orders. It is very distinct from a regular police siren, and will hopefully quell some of the panic of the cops showing up at your door during a natural disaster. (also most California agencies that I know of will absolutely not help ICE with their warrants. In fact they usually resent them stirring up trouble).
As someone who lives in an area that is prone to tornadoes, ice storms, flooding, fires, AND hurricanes, bug-out bags are an excellent idea but ONLY if you prep appropriately and practice with them.
The best piece of advice I have seen in terms of where to start is "decide what you want the bag to help you do and work out from there."
This much is obvious: Leave the house quickly with everything I need. But...
If so, how long do you plan on being gone?
Under what circumstances? Natural Disaster? Fleeing political unrest?
Are you driving? Walking?
Where are you going? A hotel? A friend's?
And then, once you have your things together... PRACTICE.
Practice using your fire starter.
Practice walking with the pack on. How far can you reasonably go?
Practice setting up the tarps or rain-fly.
Play around with your multitool.
Go through the first aid kid and actually look at the supplies.
In short, nothing should still have the tags on it.
Bug-out bags are excellent, but you've really got to put in more effort than a shopping list. Interrogate why you want the bag, and then practice with it.
If you function best with a concrete list to start from, there is an excellent set of suggestions here:
Itâs the go bag!
Which can then of course be modified to whatever your personal needs may be. This list may seem daunting at first, but most of what's on here is probably something you already own and just by shifting where you store it in your house (ie. putting it in The Bag instead of the cabinet), you're making progress towards the go bag
Like everyone above has said, though, a shopping list will not get you very far, and you need to practice with these things and understand why you want them and how you would use them in the types of emergencies you are likely to encounter in your area
Margaret has great insights, and one of the packing points she brings up is your go bag will likely contain several other modular kits, like your everyday carry and your portable med kit. You just shift those kits to your go bag.
Thinking in chunks like this also helps make sure you're covered in various scenarios. As a trans person, I am going to make sure my HRT is already in a bag that I can move to my go bag.
And for a lot of us who have recently fled red states or otherwise moved for Life Reasons - make sure you have paper maps (honestly, everyone should have them) and whatever else you need to get around an area you are not familiar with!
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People with low spoons, someone just recommended this cookbook to me, so I thought Iâd pass it on.
I always look at cookbooks for people who have no energy/time to do elaborate meal preparations, and roll my eyes. Like, you want me to stay on my feet for long enough to prepare 15 different ingredients from scratch, and use 5 different pots and pans, when I have chronic fatigue and no dishwasher?
These people seem to get it, though. Itâs very simple in places. Itâs basically the cookbook for people who think, âIâm really bored of those same five low-spoons meals I eat, but I canât think of anything else to cook that wonât exhaust meâ. And itâs free!
by Rachel A. Rosen and Zilla Novikov || Food you can make so you don't die.
SPREAD THE WORD THIS IS FUCKING GOD TIER OH MY GOD, SOMETIMES I HAVE SPOONS SOMETIMES I DONâT BUT NO COOKBOOK OFFERS LEVELS IN THEIR RECIPES THIS ONE DOES!
I didn't want to make the message ace-specific because I wanted to make a point of how all of the above include aspec people, but I tried to use an ace colour palette for the background :) I also think the message applies especially (even if not exclusively) to the ace community!
Image 1: (in white text, on a background of rainbow watercolors) Gatekeeping hurts queer people who are questioning.
Image 2: (in white text, on a background of rainbow paint strokes) Gatekeeping hurts more queer people than it protects.
Image 3: (in white text, on a background of pastel watercolors) How about you let people question their gender and sexuality in peace.
Image 4: (in white text, on a photo of the rainbow pride flag flying in a blue sky) People donât owe you a chronicle of their life experiences and feelings for you to decide whether they belong in their own community.
Image 5: (in white text, on a marbled pink background) I donât know how to tell you this, but you are not the queer police.
Image 6: (in white text, on a background of multicolored textile) Stop siding with our oppressors.
Image 7: (in white text, on a photo of pieces of chalk arranged in a rainbow on asphalt) Not every queer personâs experiences need to be like yours.
Image 8: (in white text, on a background of shiny, rainbow chunks of metal (?)) Mind your own damn business.
Image 9: (in white text, on a mottled black & rainbow background) Let people change labels.
Image 10: (in white text, on a photo of a full moon in a dark sky) Thereâs no such thing as not being queer enough.
Image 11: (in white text, on a background of paint strokes in pink, white, magenta, purple and dark blue, the colors of the genderfluid pride flag) Vocabulary is designed to be constantly reinvented as human societies evolve, and labels arenât the exception.
Image 12: (in white text, on a background of pink, purple, and turquoise) Gatekeeping is a product of privilege.
Here's one more addition per @secretlycrazyhummingbird's suggestion:
[Image description: (in white text, over a black background with trees decorated with multi-colored lights) Queer people don't have to make themselves palatable to deserve respect. End ID]
And another one, per @mixed-bag-of-tricks's suggestion!
[Image description: (in white text, over a wooden background with curved boards the colours of the rainbow) It's okay to use a label even if it doesn't fit perfectly. End ID]
...you know what, I think the message of this post really boils down to this:
[ID: (in white text, over a black background with striking rainbow lights) gatekeepers are nothing but bullies. End ID]
And I'm really glad this post has helped so many people feel a bit less alone in their struggles. Bullies have made a LOT of damage in this communityâhave made so many of us feel like impostors, like trenders, like maybe we were making up the things we were feelingâand it makes me so happy we're all pushing back against their hateful, narrow-minded, queerphobic rhetoric.
Although not going by the term "asexual" yet, asexuality was spoken about alongside homosexuality as far back as the 1890s. Asexual history is just as vital to queer history as any other term and I'm so tired of watching us being treated like a new thing
you donât realize how important lunch is until youâre wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then itâs 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
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When farmers grow the same crop too many years in a row, it can leave their soil depleted of minerals and other nutrients that are vital to the health of their fields.
To avoid this, farmers will often alternate the crops that they grow because some plants will use up different minerals (such as nitrogen) while other plants replenish those minerals. This process is known as âcrop rotation.â
So the next time you find that you need to step away from a project to work on something else for a while, donât beat yourself up for âquittingâ that project. Give yourself permission to practice âmental crop rotationâ to maintain a healthy brain field.
Because Iâve found that when that unnecessary guilt and pressure are removed from the process, a good mental crop rotation can help you feel more energized and invigorated than ever once youâre ready to rotate back to that project.
: A crucial part of crop rotation is that the field is let fallow sometimes. You plant whatâs called a âcover cropâ, which is something you donât expect to harvestâ itâs there for its roots to hold the soil in place, and often itâll be whatâs called a nitrogen-fixer, i.e. a plant that can pull nitrogen out of the air and fix it into the soil with its roots (but sometimes it wonât, sometimes itâs really just there to shelter the soil surface), and then youâll till in that cover crop, or let the frost kill it and the stalks lie as mulch, and then youâll rotate productive crops back into that field the next season.Â
Itâs important, though, to understand that during the fallow period, no nutrients are removed from that ground, and nothing is expected of it. Whatever the land grows then, it keeps, and it gets tilled back in or decomposes in place, to return its energy to the earth.
Weâre not allowed, in our current society, to just let our minds be fallow for a bit, to produce nothing for export, to make nothing that can be sold. But itâs part of good land stewardship, to give every field time when it doesnât need to give you anything back.Â
So yes, grow and produce different things from time to time, rotate them around your mind and exercise different mental muscles, take different things from your creative processes, yesâ but also, give yourself a fallow spell now and again, and let the field of your mind grow things for itself to keep, to break down and save for later.Â
Okay, so. Star Wars has all these concepts that weirdo New Left boomer George Lucas tosses in there but because of storyteller limitations it would kill the plot to fully explain them all, so later writers have to come in for the spin-off materials and bat clean-up to fully explain all this crazy crap. And I would like to talk about something that made me actively angry at first, but which I now adore. And that is the Naboo.
So much about Naboo culture is infuriating from a logical standpoint. They have a queen, okay. A constitutionally elected queen? Weird, okay. Don't know why they'd do that but... She's FOURTEEN? Excuse me? Is it a ceremonial thing or, oh no it's not? Legit head of state? Why does she dress like that? Why does she talk like that? I'm so tired.
The Naboo were created to be backwards compatible with Princess Leia. They're compassionate pacifists, but they will shot you if needed.
Why do they elect teenage royalty? It's a little creepy. It's giving "age of consent is emotional maturity". It makes no sense.
The explanation they give outsiders is they want youthful idealism untainted by cynicism. What they don't tell you is that they take kids with stated interest in politics and put them in an advanced highly competitive Leadership Academy which is like Model UN mixed with Battle Royale. Well, they don't kill each other but it's intense. It's like what the clones went though just all diplomacy training and tea ceremonies all the time. Which is crazy but so Naboo.
Oh, and all the delegates for the royalty election run using pseudonyms for security. Imagine voting for the head of state but you can't run a background check. It's so crazy.
The handmaidens wear colorful identical clothes so you can't tell them apart, hoods to partially conceal their identity, and they don't wear the queen's fancy makeup. So one of them can be the queen and spy on people in the audience. Because the Naboo don't trust shit for shit.
Their public face is so silly to hide all the truly weird shit they do behind the scenes.
They use their reputation as artist hippies to conceal multiple layers of subterfuge and disguise their methods of self defense and assuage their paranoia due to wartime trauma and their disturbing colonial past. All of them are completely off their rocker even by Star Wars standards. And I love them so much. They put on a show so everyone thinks they have them figured out but what they have going on is far more weirder and more sinister than meets the eye. You know how catty, neurotic, and competitive art school students stereotypically are? Yeah, planet art student. Love them!
honestly this goes further than anything else to explain why padme heard this bonkers greasy teenage anakin confess to her that he wiped out the entire village of native people who killed his mother, and padme (ostensibly our conscience) (actually a valedictorian of the naboo political school of move fast break things and look gorgeous doing it) was just like 'đ'
also Darth Sidious is from there, too, so you can interpret him as to some extent the intersection point of everything weird about the Naboo and, uh, everything about the Sith.
like...a planet destroying laser is pretty Sith Lord, and having a Galactic Empire is classically Sith, but faking your way into being Emperor via elaborate indirect election fraud and a whole faked-up proxy war, and mounting your hyperspace-capable space laser on a deeply gratuitous whole-ass artificial moon? there's distinct traces of Naboo aesthetic sensibility showing through there.
also he hates his home planet, which we may assume is why after becoming emperor and having no more reason to please anybody but himself, he wore nothing but an ankle-length hoodie for twenty-five years.
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