If you genuinely believe that the fall of the American empire is impossible, then remember that a hundred years ago the British empire ruled over a quarter of the world’s population and now controls less than one percent. Even if the “United States of America” as a nation doesn’t go away, the collapse of an empire is entirely possible.
it could happen again 👇
huh. After being over a year on T and pushing/pulling/lifting heavy shit every workday I’ve developed enough shoulder muscles that I have to loosen all my bras 😅 That was weird! Like, putting on ol’ reliable and it didn’t fit?? Wild. Maybe this is why my shoulders have been oddly achey recently xP
My wife’s phone stopped working, on her birthday no less, and we need to get her a replacement. She’s just needs a simple, cheap phone that can read her sim and so we should be able to get something that works for under $100. Please help a disabled trans woman out.
$0/$250 raised
Edit: modifying the goal, adding what we need to get meal replacement bars so we can eat less groceries and so I can pickup my next meds
Hey is that drug recall post real? because I couldn’t find ANYTHING about testosterone or methylphenidate on the fda recall list. Like, at all, and my pharmacy hadn’t heard anything either. Idk, idr if they just stopped updating the fda list or what.
hey americans there is a recall on testosterone gel because they found benzene in it! please check the lot numbers on your batches, benzene is really not something you want to be rubbing into your skin, also you might be eligible for compensation because this is just insane what the fuck
Even if you aren’t on T gel and think this recall doesn’t apply to you, it includes way more than just testosterone, including a bunch of very common medications, so please please please still check this list. Every medication I am currently prescribed was on this list except one.
When someone in my spouses family emailed to ask the company that makes Hidden Valley ranch if there was cinnamon in it because they were reacting, they got back “we’re legally not allowed to tell you if there is or isn’t, but if you do have a cinnamon allergy you probably shouldn’t consume our products” (paraphrased because I’ve only heard about it second-hand)
But yeah, the allergy and food labeling regulations in this country are fucked
hey americans there is a recall on testosterone gel because they found benzene in it! please check the lot numbers on your batches, benzene is really not something you want to be rubbing into your skin, also you might be eligible for compensation because this is just insane what the fuck
Alright, everyone in the comments is like “it was closed because of pirating and don’t you dare list alternatives because loose lips sink ships”
This is completly false. Rabbit shut down because they had no business model, were making no money whatsoever, and went bankrupt. What Rabbit did (host and stream remote-control virtual machines) is not inherently illegal by any means.
Hyperbeam is the exact same thing and I’ve been using it for years for perfectly legal activities – you can display maps for d&d games, have youtube watch parties, play tag-team neopets, whatever you like. It has full access to the internet, so could someone do illegal things? Probably. But you could also do illegal things with your normal web browser. Not my problem.
Unlike Rabbit, Hyperbeam has a side-hustle (main-hustle?) offering more advanced virtual machines to businesses and schools, so they do actually make money and should stick around longer.
Now go experience the world wide web with your friends.
never forget the universal rule of the order of things: People Will Not Read It
signs at stores? émail? menu ?? instruction ? post online ? caption with andswer to question ? group hand outs ??? street sign ??? no. The Written Word Is The Enemy
The ability to occasionally Read A Thing will make you a hero in your workplace, especially if it is for example an error message that tells you what you need to do differently, or instructions on unjamming a printer.
Jarret wasn’t sure if they missed the old days or not.
Certainly, their day to day life as the cousin of the king, noble but safe, in no way in line for the throne, was definitely cushier. Cushier than the life of a fighter for sale anyway. And drier, the dwarf considered, using a gloved hand to wipe away the rain collecting on their brow and the long plaits of their beard. The journey to the city was long, but they had taken all the jobs they could in the last. Working for the law, working for private commissions, but the clean jobs ran out fast. They never took the dirty ones, no matter the pay, no matter how much they knew that money could change their life, and the life of-
How easy it had been then, and how young and undeserving of the soft cushions and hot meals brought without a word. Caring for nothing but learning and training to be the captain of royal guard, a position they were born for, a position only family could take. (Safety in family, their mother said, binding the wounds and scrapes of a young training Jarret, soothing the new calluses with creams, you can trust family.) The oath was taken after Jarrett passed their training and their majority, with the scars to prove the former and the long decorated beard to prove the latter. They remembered the ceremony, not much of it, so many of the later events shadowed that bright day but they remembered the oath they took, word for word. They swore to protect, beyond all other law, all other reasoning, the king and his descendants. An easy thing to promise, in those golden days standing before the throne, jade circles of nobility in their beard and the golden armour gifted to them girding their body. Jarret remembered little of that day but the feeling of rightness, of true righteousness. They had been so young and happy. And stupid.
There were fifty good years then, fifty kind years where the King’s wife bore the kingdom five heirs. Jarret, whose oath forbade them from a family of their own, loved these bright shining pebbles perhaps as much as their parents. The dwarf’s time was split between that of the royal couple and their children, reluctant to allow another to take on their true duties to the crown, believing they could protect them all. Perhaps that was where it began, where Jarret failed them.
Maybe it was in the hours spent away from the children, some growing close to adulthood but still pebbles in Jarrets mind, was when the eldest’s mind was poisoned. Perhaps during a lesson, a tutor a double crosser, whispering toxic words into her head. Perhaps a sorcerer who crept into her room to bewitch her while she slept. Or perhaps, and this hurt Jarret’s heart the most, a slow march of madness that could have been preempted if only the captain had seen the low rise of it in her eyes. Sweet Gerder, Jarret thought, eyes closed to the rain in a moment of grief.
In any case, the eldest daughter of the king did what she did. She killed her mother and father while they slept, her siblings as they began to scream at the blood on her hands. Jarret, who had been alone, stationed outside their bedroom and burst in the moment they heard one of the children (it had been Erdi, little Erdi’s screams) cry out, was only in time to see Gerder turn, begin to smile, eyes wide and white and knife raised only to cry out herself, a short scream of almost outrage, before falling dead to the floor. It was Duri, Little Duri who hadn’t even grown her whiskers yet, that had done it, the little knife Jarett had carved each of them for protection, still in her hands. Her eyes were as wild and as pale as her sister’s, but no madness in them, only grief and horror.
There was no time, Jarrett remembered, the city in sight now, grey in the rain but a happy sight for their sore and wet body. No time, as they heard more footsteps coming, so many, so many witnesses. So much that could ruin the lines reputation, ruin the reputation of the kingdom and God’s, the life of the little one, frozen in fear before them, knife still in hand. She would be blamed, or if not, ruined and twisted by others, perhaps by the ones who caused Gerder’s own defection. If Jarrett missed that, thee could be more that they were not seeing. So many footsteps. Before the other could arrive, Jarret made the decision.
The official story was this; a defector had broken in and slaughtered the entire family. It was believed that one of the children had been taken, considering that their body was not found with the others. The kingdom mourned for their loss and another of the Royal line, lesser but nobility nontheless, took the weight of the crown. The captain of the Royal guard, in grief and shame, resigned from their post and left the kingdom. Quite right too, was the public opinion, an oathbreaker cannot remain in such a position.
The rain let up as they reached the gates. A good thing too, Jarett’s arms were getting tired. The dwarf gently bounced the weight in their arms, smiling when they felt the wrapped bundle shift and grinning at the sleepily curious face, gaping at the great walls and statues. Jarett may have failed at many other things, but they were no oathbreaker. Jarett’s last little pebble at least, was safe.
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