*sits Down To Write A Smut Fic* The Plot Of This Smut Fic Is That Character A Believes Himself Abandoned

*sits down to write a smut fic* The plot of this smut fic is that Character A believes himself abandoned by God.

Oof. I’ve seen the original post before, but the reblog added a crucial layer. The “we” in the bit about what humans are like is complex.

You know how canaries were historically brought into coal mines, because if the mine was full of carbon monoxide the canary would die first and the miners would be able to escape before they died too?

I just found the greatest thing.

This is a canary resuscitator.

When the miners notice the canary getting sick with carbon monoxide poisoning, they can close that circular hatch so no more gas gets into the canary cage, and open the valve on that oxygen tank to keep the canary breathing. In other words, they made a spacesuit for birds.

By immediately giving the canary access to clean air, the miners can save it from the poison. The bird lives. To be clear, this is not for economic purposes, this was specifically created because the miners felt bad and wanted to save the bird.

Isn’t that just the perfect demonstration of what humans are like? We started sacrificing small creatures to save ourselves, and then felt bad and spent our valuable resources on saving the critters too. Because yeah the canary was the only way to test for CO, but it’s a living creature too, dammit!

OK, so my partner, himself from another country than me, comes from an intercultural marriage. This leads to many fascinating conversations, and sometimes incredulous stares when I do something that seems self-evidently rude.

One of the places this intercultural thing pops up is: his mom's side of the family thinks burping is extremely rude, but doesn’t care about farting. Meanwhile, his dad's side of the family thinks farting is terribly rude, but will let out a belch right there at the table. The number of times they’ve offended each other!

I think about this all the time when somebody says ‘oh my god how rude so-and-so was!’ Like, buddy, in whose mental schema?

(Though I think both sides would probably blink at an Officer Toot Toot! during a wedding.)

Bruce seems like the type of person who'd never be comfortable farting around his partner. Hal probably wouldn't care I bet. My friend and I were discussing silly relationship things like farting and I thought of this lol, what do you think?

Okay so this is probably irrelevant to your question, but I have a friend whose boyfriend WILL NOT stop farting unashamedly. Not like it's constant or anything, he's not like Walter the Farting Dog or something. It's just. . . there. And he will fart ANYWHERE. In a movie. In a store. While at dinner with his boyfriend's parents. In front of ANYONE. When asked about this (as my friend has), he protests, "But I have IBS!" Like, he is not getting that no one is asking his intestines to stop producing excess gas, he is just being asked to expel said gas more discreetly, like a normal adult human being. The hypothesis being challenged here is that IBS causes loss of all gross motor control in the anal sphincter, is what I'm saying. So now whenever his boyfriend farts, my friend has taken to announcing cheerfully, "Officer Toot Toot, reporting for doody!" in a booming voice that makes it impossible to IGNORE the fart and also (if you're me) to stop laughing.

Anyway, they're getting married next year. Odds that he will fart during the wedding? Moderate to high. Odds that my friend will scream out OFFICER TOOT TOOT while the priest is trying to pronounce the blessing? Even higher. Would not miss this wedding for the world.

(Kind anon who told me they always look forward to my insightful rambles I hope this does not disappoint)

The chronicle of the monk Herbert of Reichenau for the year 1021 ends “My brother Werner was born on November 1.“ 

1021 was not an uneventful year. The emperor began a campaign into Italy. Illustrious abbots died. There was an earthquake. But Herbert took the time to note, at the end of the year, that his brother was born. 

Of such acts of tenderness is history made. 

Thank you @valokki​ & @lostdrarryfics​, but oddly enough it isn’t that one! The Muggle London youth (I think teenage boys) are definitely part of the plot, and either Harry or Draco had volunteered or worked there for a long time before the other came along. Hmmm.

Hello! I've been looking for a fic from a while ago (might not even be on AO3). Harry and Draco meet again after the war at a center for troubled youth in Muggle London. One of them has volunteered/worked there for a long time; the other is new. A woman administrator notices that one of them is just like the other lost boys who come through there (I think Harry). Maybe they paint a fence? I've been looking for weeks! Help?

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