You can certainly drop a minecart through an End portal, but the core problem I suspect you're going to run into is that any time an entity enters the End, it clears out the 5x3x5 area above the spawn platform, so that's all your rails gone. So while you can't have it land directly on a track, you do have some workarounds:

• Add a passive iron and bamboo farm near your other farms and automatically manufacture chest minecarts on-site. Tedious to set up and it doesn't actually recycle the minecarts, but of the available options it has the fewest points of failure.

• Build some complicated mechanism to manually assemble a rail system every time a minecart comes through the portal and then disassemble it after it leaves, and just hope it doesn't get erased itself. Don't do that one because it's dumb and will break but it's fun to think about.

• Use a water stream to push the minecart off the spawn platform and onto a rail; the water will get erased every time something passes through the portal, but if you put the water sources beside the spawn platform it'll automatically refill itself. Probably the most reliable way to cycle minecarts, but you will have to turn your End spawn into a wading pool.

• Entities maintain momentum when passing through portals, so if you shoot the cart through the portal fast enough you may be able to just wing it directly onto a rail just off the spawn platform. It'd take a bit of aim to get the speed and trajectory lined up right, and even then minecart physics are inconsistent on a good day, but you won't have to get your shoes wet.

not currently

Hey now, let's be clear. Stephen King did not have the clown defeated by a bunch of outcast youths gangbanging in a sewer. That's just patently incorrect. Every single part. No, he had the ancient terror disguised as a clown temporarily banished by summoning an ancient turtle from the dawn of time and engaging It in a battle of wills. Completely different and, in fact, perfectly reasonable. Anyone that's actually read the book knows the outcast youth sewer gangbang happens after that and actually has no bearing on the plot whatsoever. Stephen King's not some freak writing a book where the entire plot hinges on a bunch of traumatized kids screwing each other to save the world, no; he's a perfectly normal guy writing about a bunch of traumatized kids screwing each other for no reason at all. Bet you feel real silly now, huh?

don't worry I got you

I've had to construct an entire narrative around this to make it make sense but I think I've saved it.

Realtor goes out to survey the property or whatever the hell they do. She takes some notes on those little flip-out notepads that they stopped making around the time everyone got an iPhone. 3 bedrooms. But, the twist! Her handwriting is shit. Maybe it smudges a little. Who knows. She heads back to the realtor store and hand the notes off to an intern. She's got a hot date, doesn't have time to stick around all night Zillowing. But the intern, see, he left his glasses at home and then he spilled coffee on his keyboard. So he's there squinting at the notepad dictating into the text-to-speech software. He gets to the bedrooms. Reads the number wrong, but quickly corrects himself. "8- oh, 3 beds." Doesn't notice the mistake. He's in a rush. He's got a hot date too. With the realtor. Scandal ensues. Everyone gets too caught up in the resulting HR investigation to realize until it's too late, and the house is on the market. And now the district attorney wants to buy the house, and they only have three days to build 800 bedrooms or they're going to jail for architecture fraud. Eva Longoria, Joe Keery, and Walton Goggins star in Halfway House, from the director of The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause and The Tooth Fairy, and visionary producer Timur Bekmambetov, in theaters this January. "This estate is anything but real." Rated PG-13.

Better close your fuckin eyes then 'cause I don't play this game

The sewage was no doubt very upset to see its creek being contaminated by RFK Jr.

in case you want to self-host your own algae, I guess

At least we can rest easy knowing that concept art was eventually repurposed for the Nightsisters, and there's no way anyone could ever sexualize a tribe of leather-clad magical goth lesbian amazons with spiky chain whips.

this is the weirdest political compass I've ever seen

Thank god, for a second there I thought they meant "cracking down on people dodging Windows 11 by intentionally disabling TPM," like I've been doing. False alarm, carry on.

Fʀᴀɴᴋʟʏ, I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀᴄᴀsᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. Sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ.