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It's a bit older, but I think Adventures of the Gummi Bears has a wholesome family dynamic, even if the family doesn't seem to be related. If I remeber correctly, the King (Calla's father) is also shown to be a very loving father.

Maybe just say that Dezoo has revealed his true name to be Afash and made some changes to the rules.

I lit the fire and carefullly crumbled a mixture of dried herbs and the blood of today's sacrificial chicken into it, just like I had done every day for the past 40 summers and like my ancestors had done before me for generations uncounted. This year's harvest had been good, most children were healthy. Only one had died and Maluk hadn't formed a coherent sentence since the accident but ate and slept and went to toilet on his own again, so it had been a pretty good year all things considered. Dezoo was owed all the praise for that. The bountiful offerings in the temple's chambers spoke of good harvests and happy people in the small village of Salow.

As the smoke filled the room and crept upwards to the little hole in the ceiling, I leaned back and slowly and purposefully breathed in the aroma of the burning offering. The smell of burning blood and flesh had stopped bothering me ages ago. I listend for the cracking of the bones. Fika had taught me, that the cracking and sizzeling of the sacrificial fire was Dezoo's voice speaking blessing upon us.

However for the first time since Dezoo had led his people to live in the mountains of Memilos the fire stayed eerily quite. It was still burning, the flames dancing on the birch logs, but the herbs and the blood lay on top of them, unconsumed by the flames. As if the fire was just an illusion unable to touch the sacrifice.

I panicked. Then I tried to remember how much grass-wine I had drunken during the festivities of the prior days. Should I go outside and inform the elders? I had to, but I also didn't want to cause a panic. Surely this wasn't really happening. I stood up, closing my eyes. If I just went outside, took a deep breath and came back in, everything would be normal again.

Suddenly a pleasant but cold female voice filled the room. "The god you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please stand by."

"Wh...what?" Quickly I fell to my knees, forehead pressed to the ground. "Dezoo, oh great one, bringer of fruits, our shield and path, please, if my offerings have not pleased you, if I have offended you, please - I beg you - allow me to redeem myself!" I cried. I cried harder than I had ever cried in my entire life. Where had I sinned? Had the lambs not been young enough, the herbs not fresh enough, the scalps of the slain enemy warriors not plentiful enough?

"The god you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please stand by." repeated the same voice with the same intonation.

I cried in despair. I had failed Dezoo, that much was obvious.

Suddenly I felt wind on my face. This would not have been remarkable, had the doors of the chamber not been securely locked. The only opening in the room was the hole in the ceiling through which the smoke could escape, but the wind was coming from all sides. It grew stronger, scattering the ashes on the fireplace.

"I am Afa---, your god." The whisper was carried through the room by the wind. "Affa?" I asked, bewildered. "I am Afash, your god," the whisper repeated a bit louder. "I serve our great protector Dezoo. I don't know what kind of evil spirit you are, but Dezoo will protect me from you!" I managed to yell more confidently than I felt. "Dezoo is no more. He has ceased to exist. From today onward you will serve Afash and Afash will protect and guide you." "Dezoo cannot cease to exist! If he had, how come the sun has risen? How come the harvest was plentiful? How come little Nene was born healthy and happy three nights ago? You cannot deceive me, demon!" There was a sound in the wind that could have been a sigh.

"Look, I am very sorry. I am sure Dezoo was a great god. But there was an accident and he has been erased from existence. Accidentally. It had nothing to do with you. Anyway, I will be your god from now on."

With a loud cracking sound the sacrificial fire rose up. The blood and herbs were consumed in a heartbeat. Thick gray clouds of smoke quickly filled the entire room and made it almost impossible to breath, then just as quickly retreated, coalesced and formed the shape of a hare standing upright with antlers on his head. Its nose twiched and moved as if disgusted by a smell.

"First of, we will get rid of the fire sacrifices. I hate the smell." The hare paused and sniffed again. "Burning herbs is good, though. Let's keep that." Afash curiously looked around the room. "I hope you're not still doing human sacrifices? Anyway, grab a seat. We have a lot to talk about."

Ich wünsch dir alles Gute. Und es ist nur eine kleine Nebensache, aber der ePerso funktioniert problemlos unter den meisten großen Linuxdistros. Die AusweisApp ist ganz offiziell für Linux bei ausweisapp.bund.de herunterladbar und die großen Kartenlesehersteller wie Reiner oder Gemalto laufen auch problemlos unter Linux. Vielleicht hilft dir das für die Zukunft etwas, dass dein Leben ein bisschen einfacher wird.

Kommt ganz drauf an, wofür man demonstriert. Wenn du mit 1000-nochwas Demonstranten Montagabends nach der Arbeit gegen "die Ausländer" demonstrierst, wirst du von Politik und Medien jahrelang hofiert und kriegst überall zu hören, dass man deine Sorgen ernstnehmen muss.

Of course cancelling a report that you think is inaccurate is the logical reaction. Instead of, you know, fixing it to get an accurate report.

In vielen Städten gibt es extra Ansprechpartner von der Kommune bei drohender Obdachlosigkeit, deren Job es ist, alles in Gang zu setzen damit jemand nicht obdachlos wird. Schau mal für deine Stadt. Heißt oft sowas wie "Beratung für Wohnungsnotfälle" oä. Die Diakonie ist in dem Bereich auch oft aktiv.

That is true. Maybe I didn't notice because I was a teenager and from a small town. I don't remember immigration being a big point of discussion until some turkish migrants came to our town in the early 2000s. Men being dangerous was never tied to their nationality, it was just "all men".

So I'm already fourty and I clearly remember all the fuss in the 90s here in Germany about women not being safe. Now mind you, this was way before any major immigration wave. And the various talks I got from parents and teachers and what I heard in the media was mostly "Men are dangerous, women should never trust a strange man". In hindsight it feels very panicky and over the top how I was told everywhere "Don't trust a strange man. Don't talk to a strange man."

Everywhere was supposedly dangerous. Going to the big city for a day? Well, if you stay past a certain time, you're just asking to be assaulted. If you go to a certain distric you can't complain later when something happens to you. My brother was allowed more freedom because "we're sorry but this is how it is and the world is less save for you as a girl".

Now the funny thing is, back in the 90s when we hardly had any major immigration and certainly no big discourse about it as far as I was aware the narrative was "Well, women should know better than to go to certain places and be out past a certain time. That's just how the world works. Suck it up, buttercup." Feminists who stood up and spread the message that - actually - women should be able to feel safe in the big city center, even in the evening, were ridiculed. You can't change the world! Live with it. That's just how it is. Men are dangerous and so many want to harm you, that's just human nature. You won't change that.

Well, anyway, the same people who'd tell me "The world is just more dangerous for women, stay at home, avoid certain places, don't stay out late and don't complain about it, you won't change it" 30 years ago are now suddenly up in arms and "fighting for women's safety in public places". Funny how that works. All it took for the 'evil, delusional feminists' to be taken seriously was a bit of immigration and a bunch of racism. Who knew.

Also, and I don't think I have to mention it, but a lot of crime statistics are actually down and such. However, a lot more things are being criminalized such as sexual harrassment which in the 90s noone gave a fuck about. Got called a sexual slur and aggressively asked for sex? Well, what were you doing outside in that part of town at that hour anyway. What did you expect would happen if you, as a woman, go to certain places? Nowadays you actually can go to the police about this stuff.

Sorry for the rant, it just makes me so so angry having grown up with this narrative of "men will touch you and hurt you and rape you any chance they get and it's on you to stay away from them" that NOW all of a sudden they change the narrative when it suits them to spread their racism.

Thank you, Louis is very cute!

They exchanged the German flag for the Trans-Prideflag. Basically they turned the joke around 180° from "Girl hangs up Country's flag - roomate thinks its an LGBTQ+-Prideflag" to "Girl hangs up LGBTQ+-Prideflag - roomate thinks its a country's flag".

In the original comic she is hanging up a German flag and her roommate asks her if that means she's LGBT+.

It's also a good way to get people into questioning authorities. "The government has been lying to you about vaccines all along." leads to "You can't trust the government at all." and ultimately "Vote for parties that will dismantle our current democratic system." The anti-science/anti-vax crowd has always had a giant overlap with the politically far right.

I find that a bit funny given that in the last 15 years or so Japan has officially done a lot to attract tourists. Wanting to become a tourist destination, branding themselves as a place for holidays. I've seen so many "Visit Japan" campaigns, usually sponsored by the Japanese government, in the last decade or so. I get that it sucks for the people living in those cities and good for them that their city council does something to help, it still feels weird after years and years of campaigns to attract more tourists to Japan.

I've stayed in hostels before, but at least here in europe I haven't found many with single or double rooms. I also have a tent and went camping, but that only works fine in good weather. Also my last experience camping wasn't too good, as there were several people having loud parties until 3 a.m. and the people in charge of the camping ground didn't do anything about it and just told me to leave if I don't like it.

I've also learned the hard way that not all hostels offer you a fridge to use. Many have breakfast buffets and don't allow you access to the kitchen, although that varies from country to country I think.

I'd love to have an RV one day, that would solve so many problems (except for loud parties on camping grounds). Right now I don't even have a parking space for a car, so that's in the distant future.

I am not a fan of AirBnB, but I have several life threatening food allergies and it's often the only option I have. I've stayed at hotels where they assured me they could take care of people with allergies on the telephone before, I always write my allergies in the booking, just to arrive and be told by kitchen staff that everything is prepared on the same cutting boards and actually I can't eat anything they have. They usually also don't allow you to store your own food, neither in the kitchen nor in the little fridge in your room.

I just wish there were more hotels with fridges or even little cooking areas to make my own breakfast. I've only encountered that twice. So far AirBnBs are my best option to stay in a different city. And it wouldn't even be that hard, just put in a slightly bigger fridge and some plates in hotel rooms and allow people who can't eat your breakfast buffet to use it.

I just feel like that's often forgotten in the discussion, that AirBnB - as bad as it is - also covers a niche for people with health issues that hotels aren't willing to cover. And that's also part of their success. Hotels are very standardized to fit the needs of most people, but as soon as you have health issues or can't eat a lot of things for whatever reason AirBnBs quickly become the better option.

I could name you at least 10 off the top of my head in the city I live in.

You know they don't want to do that. If they did, people would ask questions like "How come my 40$ homemade Spaghetti with fresh spinach sauce lists soylecithin, yeast extract and xanthan gum as ingredients?"

I'm shocked that it isn't a law already. It's been obligatory in the EU for 10 years. Although a lot of restaurants don't follow it...

Two and a half days. Also how I came to really understand how abusive my mother is. I needed surgery for a knee injury. I wasn't allowed to eat since the evening before. I went in, had surgery and my parents took me home to "take care of me". I was so hungry after the surgery because it was like 2 pm and I hadn't eaten since maybe 4 pm the day before, so I asked if we can stop for food. I was told no, we have food at home. "Home" was an hour by car away.

So we come home, I somehow manage to get into bed and ask for food. My mother exploded, yelled at me to not be a lazy good-for-nothing that slouches around on the bed and that the only way I was getting any food was by getting up and sitting at the dining table like a normal person. I really don't know why I thought they'd treat me better this time. I guess I thought they'd know it's a legit surgery (unlike non-legit things like flu and fever that has never been an excuse to stay in bed). Anyway, I had my bottle of water with me but no food. Probably not enough water either. On the evening of my second day there my leg was feeling good enough for me to hobble into the kitchen and grab some snacks.

On the bright side, I learned that the stuff I've been telling myself like "Yeah they're assholes but will be there for me when I need them" was a lie.