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POOKIE - BLOG & PAGE THEME SET !!!

These themes are completely free. Please support me and my work by liking and reblogging this post!

  [ GENERAL GUIDELINES ]

Do not claim as your own.

Do not remove the credit!

Do not use as a base code or take parts of this code for your theme.

Feel free to edit as much as you want!

All credits are mentioned in the codes!

[ BLOG THEME INFORMATION ]

The theme comes in 2 versions which only differ in how the muse tab will be handled, all functions are still the same!

Version 1: Contained theme

Version 2: Non-contained theme

Options for 450px, 500px and 540px posts & Custom Body Font sizes (11px - 14px)

Up to 3 custom topbar links

Navigation Tab & Muse Tab are optional

6 extra links in the navigation tab

Link buttons will automatically disappear when the URL part is left empty (remove the / in the design panel)

Fully supports NPF posts.

The theme adjusts to different screen sizes and is mobile friendly.

The code doesn't need to be touched to edit the design! Everything (excluding the muse tab) is editable in the design panel!

5 different background options: plain color, checkboard, grid, gradient or background picture. Pattern opacity of the background (for everything but plain color) & pattern sizes freely adjustable.

Sidebar can be on the left or the right side on both versions.

Border corners can be rounded or square.

The container can have a solid color or be transparent/blur (also on version 2 for the blur around the sidebar and posts)

Mun and blog information goes in the sidebar. The muse (and thread) counter in the sidebar can be replaced by 4 pictures on click in the design panel

Shadow can be turned off in the design panel

ONLY the muse boxes of the muse tab have to be edited in the theme code. Explanations can be found in the code.

BLOG THEME - STATIC PREVIEW (OF VERSION 1) AND BOTH CODES

[ MULTIMUSE PAGE THEME INFORMATION ]

This code is JAVASCRIPT FREE!!!!!!!!

Adjusts to different screen sizes automatically.

Comes in 2 versions (with and without filters)

All colors are easily editable in the css root!

Basic HTML knowledge necessary when editing the page.

Many different styling options for the muse boxes.

Different styling options in the root (backgrounds, grayscale, border corners, container blur, container shadow)

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When the song does come (it is hauntingly beautiful, unlike any of our own songs), the pod is still many days away, but there are many preparations to make. We can't say we fully understand, but the river clan loves a party and this is as good an opportunity as any.

The youth collect crabs and clams from the marshes. The pod must think it so quaint, our simple local fare, but they always partake in the feast with great zeal, bringing their own contribution of squid and the fast muscular fish that live so far away beyond our shores.

The crones tut over the bride-to-be as they weave her wedding veil from the finest strands of river grass (never mind that the bride has been wed to her maiden from the sea every spring for going on twelve years now).

We all collect shells and arrange them around her wedding bower. She chooses the finest of them for her bridal exchange (a point of pride for the winning collector who may brag about it long into the winter).

When the day finally comes, the pod gathers out in the sea, cavorting in the waves and singing their strange songs. Their songs and ways are still strage to us, and our songs must be equally strange to them, but we reply in kind. We sing our wedding songs with inflections borrowed from their dialects and they do the same.

We wait at the mouth of the river and send forth the bride, bedecked in her veil and strings of river pearls and snail shell, radiant and beautiful as the first time they were wed.

The sea clan sends their own bride into the brackish. They are larger than us, fat and muscular, built for life in the open water. The daughter of the sea is something fierce to behold, scarred and powerful, but she always looks upon our daughter with the tenderest gaze.

The two meet alone while we watch from the edges of our waters. They exchange necklaces. Ours a single shell, theirs hundreds of beads, one for each day apart: abalone and shark teeth and red coral and all manner of thing from every corner of the world.

We take turns calling the words, ours and theirs, two ceremonies syncretized into something new and beautiful and unique. And then, vows renewed, river clan and sea clan become one. We are one family until moon and tide signal them to move on in their migration until the next spring.

We meet in the estuary, neither side fully comfortable in the halfway salinity, but we love our daughters, and they love each other. We exchange food and stories and music, our two clans, and we celebrate long into the night.

Safety, ethics, and sustainability are all a part of urban gardening and foraging. I'm sorry that means you need to do homework before you can do anything, I know that sounds lame. But life is complicated.

Daily reminder: Leafy greens like kales uptake all those delicious heavy metals in urban soils like lead and cadmium.

Don’t eat sidewalk-crack kale.

Here's some cool references from the EPA on safe urban gardening:

REUSING POTENTIALLY CONTAMINATED LANDSCAPES: Growing Gardens in Urban Soils

The problem wasn’t what I had access to. It was that I didn’t have access to a safe adult I could actually talk to; someone I could trust to help me without immediately cutting me off from everything and everyone. I remember getting messages from strangers on Skype. I didn’t even respond. But when my parents found out, they banned me from using it entirely. That meant losing most of my contact with friends outside of school. So what did I do? I went behind their backs. And once I was hiding, I couldn’t tell them when something actually dangerous was happening, like when I started being groomed. By the time things escalated, I was already alone with it.

I think about an episode of Scared Straight where a girl was dragged through a prison because she’d been talking to adult men online. She wasn’t doing that because she was reckless or malicious; she was lonely. Her parents weren’t present, she was being bullied at school, and these men gave her attention, told her she was pretty, told her she mattered. She was already being harmed. And the adults in her life responded by terrorizing her. Humiliating her. Calling her a slut. Telling her she deserved it. Breaking her to pieces.

What lesson does that actually teach? Not “this is dangerous, come to us.” It teaches: If you get hurt, we will hurt you more. Do you really think that makes her stop, or does it just make the predators look safer by comparison? They might as well have driven her straight into the jaws of those predators with torches and pitchforks. Because when every path back to safety is lined with punishment, kids don’t run away from danger. They run deeper into it.

If you want kids to be safe, stop treating them like problems to control and start treating them like people worth protecting. Stop ripping away their autonomy the second they make a mistake or encounter something risky. Stop teaching them that honesty will cost them everything.