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Dec. 26th, 2017
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camwyn:
aquariusnx01:
I need fans wanting to celebrate Star Wars on my dash.
I don’t normally do ‘reblog if’ posts. I try to avoid them as much as I can. However, I did in fact enjoy this movie.
The policy still stands for all other ‘reblog if’ posts no matter how socially aware or indescribably adorable they are.
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camwyn:
aquariusnx01:
I need fans wanting to celebrate Star Wars on my dash.
I don’t normally do ‘reblog if’ posts. I try to avoid them as much as I can. However, I did in fact enjoy this movie.
The policy still stands for all other ‘reblog if’ posts no matter how socially aware or indescribably adorable they are.
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leupagus:
gaypoedameron:
anyway i love poe dameron, who loves and respects leia organa
Hey look it’s Poe’s entire arc in The Last Jedi
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leupagus:
gaypoedameron:
anyway i love poe dameron, who loves and respects leia organa
Hey look it’s Poe’s entire arc in The Last Jedi
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masterofallevils:
Jace Appreciation Weeks || Week 5: Favourite Romantic Relationship [½]
“Isn’t it time we kissed and made up?”
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masterofallevils:
Jace Appreciation Weeks || Week 5: Favourite Romantic Relationship [½]
“Isn’t it time we kissed and made up?”
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Want to Know How the Cops Actually Trace a Gun?:
lookninjas:
criticalrolequotesandstuff:
Oh. My. God.
Did you know that when a gun is used in a crime and cops want to trace it, people have to look through microfilm to find the owner, because it’s illegal to have a searchable database of that information?
Seriously. The NRA managed to get a law passed that makes it illegal. These people have to search by hand. 1,200 traces a day. By hand.
Cops assume they just type it into a search engine, because, like, obviously? We have all this technology that puts information at our finger tips. But not who owns the gun that killed that little girl. That you have to search through microfilm or boxes of files for.
I feel sick.
If you’re American and could ever possibly one day vote, please take the time to read this and understand how absurd it it. I cannot for a moment believe this is what reasonable Americans would choose if they understood what it actually is.
And, whoever you are, please share this, so it gets in front of more eyeballs.
As someone who works at a store that sells firearms, I want to make something really clear here: It isn’t just that they’re looking through microfilm. It’s that the microfilm is being made from something called an acquisition/disposition log, which is the store’s record of all guns arriving at the store and where all of those guns go. Depending on the store and who owns it, whether they’re corporate or independent, those A/D logs may be immaculate – entered into a computer, all information typed in with care, every “i” dotted and every “t” crossed. They may be messy, hand-written, hodge-podged affairs. They may be somewhere in between. All guns are supposed to be logged in and logged out promptly, but I can say from experience that not every store does it every time. If a manager isn’t sure how to do it and/or doesn’t feel like going to the hassle (and it’s a fucking hassle, let me tell you), a gun might exist in legal limbo for a few days, still technically ours but already in someone else’s hands.
And the ATF only gets their hands on our A/D logs when we go out of business. Until then, all gun traces for guns sold at my store are relying on me and my wall of three-ring binders. If something happened to my store – State of Michigan requires handgun registration, but every shotgun, every rifle, even the AK-styles and the AR-styles with the big fuckoff banana clips that shoot 30 rounds of .308, all of those records would be gone like that.
And all the record-keeping I do? It’s not for shit if the buyer then proceeds to sell their gun to a friend. Or their new best friend from Craigslist. Or the sketchy dude in the Big Boy parking lot. All of which is still legal. No background checks. Nada. The gun is now out of the system.
Did I mention that we’re assuming a store that is trying to follow the law? And not a store run by someone who is (and plenty are) still bitter about this whole 4473 form thing, and this whole background check thing, and government can’t tell me how to run my store?
Do you know how many times I’ve seen an ATF audit in the ten years that I’ve worked for my company? That they’ve come and actually checked on my books to make sure I’m doing shit right?
0.
I’ve never seen it. I mean, we do everything we can to keep our forms 100% spot-on, but for all ATF knows, I’m wiping my ass with them, because they don’t have the manpower to come check.
We need better gun laws. I say this not as a representative of the store that I work for (which I will not name for obvious reasons) but for myself as a human being and as a human being who periodically does find herself selling firearms (and/or refusing to sell firearms, which is a whole other ballgame but that’s another story). We especially need better gun laws as pertains to the keeping of firearm records. We literally have the most inconvenient method possible that does not involve engraving on a stone slab.
I have a wall of binders. Sometimes, that’s enough. But don’t you still think there should be more than that, for the times that it’s not?
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Want to Know How the Cops Actually Trace a Gun?:
lookninjas:
criticalrolequotesandstuff:
Oh. My. God.
Did you know that when a gun is used in a crime and cops want to trace it, people have to look through microfilm to find the owner, because it’s illegal to have a searchable database of that information?
Seriously. The NRA managed to get a law passed that makes it illegal. These people have to search by hand. 1,200 traces a day. By hand.
Cops assume they just type it into a search engine, because, like, obviously? We have all this technology that puts information at our finger tips. But not who owns the gun that killed that little girl. That you have to search through microfilm or boxes of files for.
I feel sick.
If you’re American and could ever possibly one day vote, please take the time to read this and understand how absurd it it. I cannot for a moment believe this is what reasonable Americans would choose if they understood what it actually is.
And, whoever you are, please share this, so it gets in front of more eyeballs.
As someone who works at a store that sells firearms, I want to make something really clear here: It isn’t just that they’re looking through microfilm. It’s that the microfilm is being made from something called an acquisition/disposition log, which is the store’s record of all guns arriving at the store and where all of those guns go. Depending on the store and who owns it, whether they’re corporate or independent, those A/D logs may be immaculate – entered into a computer, all information typed in with care, every “i” dotted and every “t” crossed. They may be messy, hand-written, hodge-podged affairs. They may be somewhere in between. All guns are supposed to be logged in and logged out promptly, but I can say from experience that not every store does it every time. If a manager isn’t sure how to do it and/or doesn’t feel like going to the hassle (and it’s a fucking hassle, let me tell you), a gun might exist in legal limbo for a few days, still technically ours but already in someone else’s hands.
And the ATF only gets their hands on our A/D logs when we go out of business. Until then, all gun traces for guns sold at my store are relying on me and my wall of three-ring binders. If something happened to my store – State of Michigan requires handgun registration, but every shotgun, every rifle, even the AK-styles and the AR-styles with the big fuckoff banana clips that shoot 30 rounds of .308, all of those records would be gone like that.
And all the record-keeping I do? It’s not for shit if the buyer then proceeds to sell their gun to a friend. Or their new best friend from Craigslist. Or the sketchy dude in the Big Boy parking lot. All of which is still legal. No background checks. Nada. The gun is now out of the system.
Did I mention that we’re assuming a store that is trying to follow the law? And not a store run by someone who is (and plenty are) still bitter about this whole 4473 form thing, and this whole background check thing, and government can’t tell me how to run my store?
Do you know how many times I’ve seen an ATF audit in the ten years that I’ve worked for my company? That they’ve come and actually checked on my books to make sure I’m doing shit right?
0.
I’ve never seen it. I mean, we do everything we can to keep our forms 100% spot-on, but for all ATF knows, I’m wiping my ass with them, because they don’t have the manpower to come check.
We need better gun laws. I say this not as a representative of the store that I work for (which I will not name for obvious reasons) but for myself as a human being and as a human being who periodically does find herself selling firearms (and/or refusing to sell firearms, which is a whole other ballgame but that’s another story). We especially need better gun laws as pertains to the keeping of firearm records. We literally have the most inconvenient method possible that does not involve engraving on a stone slab.
I have a wall of binders. Sometimes, that’s enough. But don’t you still think there should be more than that, for the times that it’s not?
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archaeologysucks:
When I was a very small child, my mom used to bury coins in my sandbox, leave huge boot prints in the sand, and tell me pirates had come in the night and buried treasure. I would be out there happily for hours, with my little sieve, and my mom got a quiet morning to herself for the price of a handful of pennies.
I was always kind of skeptical about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, because visiting every kid in the world did not seem reasonable. But the pirates only visited me, so they were probably real.
So that’s the story of how I ended up being an archaeologist. How about you?
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archaeologysucks:
When I was a very small child, my mom used to bury coins in my sandbox, leave huge boot prints in the sand, and tell me pirates had come in the night and buried treasure. I would be out there happily for hours, with my little sieve, and my mom got a quiet morning to herself for the price of a handful of pennies.
I was always kind of skeptical about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, because visiting every kid in the world did not seem reasonable. But the pirates only visited me, so they were probably real.
So that’s the story of how I ended up being an archaeologist. How about you?
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fanaticandfemale:
fanaticandfemale:
hi, why aren’t you watching brooklyn nine nine?
v important add-on - this gifset features scenes from EVERY season of the show, including the pilot episode all the way to part one of the midseason five finale.
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fanaticandfemale:
fanaticandfemale:
hi, why aren’t you watching brooklyn nine nine?
v important add-on - this gifset features scenes from EVERY season of the show, including the pilot episode all the way to part one of the midseason five finale.
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jumpingjacktrash:
oh my god.
let me share a memory with y’all. it’s from i guess 1978 or thereabouts. it’s high summer. i don’t remember where my mom was driving me, in our avocado green chevette, i just know there was a traffic jam that turned 35w northbound into a parking lot from horizon to horizon.
picture it – wait, you don’t have to use your imagination, this happened all the damn time back then.
every one of those damn cars was burning leaded gasoline. there were no emissions regulations. there were no safety regulations. there were just thousands and thousands of detroit steel shoeboxes belching visible smoke as they idled, engines loud and hot, here and there a radiator giving up in the heat, a cloud of burning oil rising.
i, a smeet of five or six, was choking on toxic smog.
i reckon it was about a half hour into the traffic jam that i first threw up. i remember a blinding headache, i remember being confused, i remember dry heaving with my arms and head hanging out the window, the green metal of the car burning my hands and my chin. i don’t remember passing out, but i’m told i lost consciousness before mom was able to get to an off-ramp, because there were no emergency lanes on the highways back then.
i lived. and life went on. what were we going to do, complain? if i’d died, the cause of death probably would’ve been recorded as heatstroke, not carbon monoxide poisoning.
i know i’m probably preaching to the choir here on tumblr. but i really wish i could tell that story to the people who think deregulation is no big deal. i wish they’d put themselves in my mom’s shoes.
or even just look at some old pictures, then look out the window.
ever notice how cityscapes used to have that orange tint and hazy aura? yeah, that’s poison gas.
remember how the mississippi river used to be a stinking soup of baby-shit yellow sludge covered with disturbingly stiff rafts of light orange foam?
i can’t even find pictures of the sludge and foam, i guess they didn’t end up on the internet. the smell was indescribable. that oily shimmer. the reek of dead things. people didn’t boat on the river for pleasure; it smelled too bad, it was too ugly, and you could get super super sick if you touched the water.
and now look at it.
i still wouldn’t want to drink it, but if i fell in i wouldn’t bolt for the shower in a panic, you know?
if the thieving billionaires get their way, we can kiss those sailboats goodbye, and learn the smell of toxic foam once more. the ultra-rich won’t even feel the extra money, they’ve already got more than they could ever touch, they just stash it in offshore accounts to rot, but the rest of us will return to a time of neverending nausea and weird cancers. a time when every elementary school class had at least one kind who’d been born with no fingers or their heart outside their body, and this was just… the way things were.
i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to longpost. it’s just. god. y’all have no idea how CLEAN everything is now, compared to when i was a kid. and these rich old men are counting on that, on people not knowing or not remembering how bad it was before regulation, not realizing how much we need these protections until it’s too late.
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jumpingjacktrash:
oh my god.
let me share a memory with y’all. it’s from i guess 1978 or thereabouts. it’s high summer. i don’t remember where my mom was driving me, in our avocado green chevette, i just know there was a traffic jam that turned 35w northbound into a parking lot from horizon to horizon.
picture it – wait, you don’t have to use your imagination, this happened all the damn time back then.
every one of those damn cars was burning leaded gasoline. there were no emissions regulations. there were no safety regulations. there were just thousands and thousands of detroit steel shoeboxes belching visible smoke as they idled, engines loud and hot, here and there a radiator giving up in the heat, a cloud of burning oil rising.
i, a smeet of five or six, was choking on toxic smog.
i reckon it was about a half hour into the traffic jam that i first threw up. i remember a blinding headache, i remember being confused, i remember dry heaving with my arms and head hanging out the window, the green metal of the car burning my hands and my chin. i don’t remember passing out, but i’m told i lost consciousness before mom was able to get to an off-ramp, because there were no emergency lanes on the highways back then.
i lived. and life went on. what were we going to do, complain? if i’d died, the cause of death probably would’ve been recorded as heatstroke, not carbon monoxide poisoning.
i know i’m probably preaching to the choir here on tumblr. but i really wish i could tell that story to the people who think deregulation is no big deal. i wish they’d put themselves in my mom’s shoes.
or even just look at some old pictures, then look out the window.
ever notice how cityscapes used to have that orange tint and hazy aura? yeah, that’s poison gas.
remember how the mississippi river used to be a stinking soup of baby-shit yellow sludge covered with disturbingly stiff rafts of light orange foam?
i can’t even find pictures of the sludge and foam, i guess they didn’t end up on the internet. the smell was indescribable. that oily shimmer. the reek of dead things. people didn’t boat on the river for pleasure; it smelled too bad, it was too ugly, and you could get super super sick if you touched the water.
and now look at it.
i still wouldn’t want to drink it, but if i fell in i wouldn’t bolt for the shower in a panic, you know?
if the thieving billionaires get their way, we can kiss those sailboats goodbye, and learn the smell of toxic foam once more. the ultra-rich won’t even feel the extra money, they’ve already got more than they could ever touch, they just stash it in offshore accounts to rot, but the rest of us will return to a time of neverending nausea and weird cancers. a time when every elementary school class had at least one kind who’d been born with no fingers or their heart outside their body, and this was just… the way things were.
i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to longpost. it’s just. god. y’all have no idea how CLEAN everything is now, compared to when i was a kid. and these rich old men are counting on that, on people not knowing or not remembering how bad it was before regulation, not realizing how much we need these protections until it’s too late.
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romvnov:
The Last Jedi + Cards Against Humanity
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romvnov:
The Last Jedi + Cards Against Humanity
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becketts:
General Leia’s (Carrie Fisher) new hairstyle contains an Alderaanian mourning braid, theoretically for the loss of Han Solo at the end of The Force Awakens. (x)
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becketts:
General Leia’s (Carrie Fisher) new hairstyle contains an Alderaanian mourning braid, theoretically for the loss of Han Solo at the end of The Force Awakens. (x)
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Netflix no. Don’t let kids watch Krampus. D: D: D: D:
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Netflix no. Don’t let kids watch Krampus. D: D: D: D:
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lurandah:
thelastpilot:
sarroora:
bechloe-beatchell:
*REBLOGS FURIOUSLY*
SLAMS THE REBLOG BUTTON
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, ALL OF YOU
@tides-miraculous @karkake
@notverygoodatflyingaeroplanes, @ashtontumbles @countofcasualty, @athousanderrors
man. too many to list. @fandomfeministe @pocket-elf @savvymavvy @magicalrocketships @megschaos @figmentedfollies @thosequieteyes @lurandah among others……
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lurandah:
thelastpilot:
sarroora:
bechloe-beatchell:
*REBLOGS FURIOUSLY*
SLAMS THE REBLOG BUTTON
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, ALL OF YOU
@tides-miraculous @karkake
@notverygoodatflyingaeroplanes, @ashtontumbles @countofcasualty, @athousanderrors
man. too many to list. @fandomfeministe @pocket-elf @savvymavvy @magicalrocketships @megschaos @figmentedfollies @thosequieteyes @lurandah among others……
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