#GAS SPILL

[randompersonimettoday]

I almost forgot about this! (Even tho it doesn't matter and I get no notes, (I have to keep planning and keeping to plans according to my therapist))

Last night after I made that previous post something happened that I have to talk about not in the regular format.

This guy pulls up to, an admittedly probably broken pump that we just fixed the day before. He puts the nozzle in his truck, turns it on, then walks away...inside the store. For like 10-20 minutes.

I don't think I need to tell you this but don't fucking do this. This is extremely dangerous. People forget that gas is...yk FLAMMABLE AND DANGEROUS. Do NOT leave a running pump unsupervised for this very reason.

The pump malfunctions while in his truck has tank, overfills the tank, then starts spilling gas everywhere. This happened probably within the first 2 minutes of him walking away. The pump ran until he got out of the store and saw his truck covered in gas, and gas everywhere on the ground.

There was at least 5-10 gallons of gas on the ground near his truck. He wasn't super stoked to hear that we would, in fact, not be giving him a refund for the gas he just split everywhere. (BTW many people don't know but you will not be compensated for any gas spill that happens during your usage of the pump. This is because legally the customer is responsible for any and all gas that comes out during their usage of the pump.) The gas had gotten under the cover of another pump, and probably into the mechanical parts of it as well. Which very well means that if anything happened at all to set off that gas? The entire gas station would have been fucking gone. No trace left.

Thanks guy. You're the reason I have job security. Cleaning up after people stupid enough to do that shit.

[binkans]

[dear-ao3]

I FINALLY REALIZED WHY THIS BLOG SEEMS SO UNCANNILY FAMILAR

ITS BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE A GOD DAMN SITCOM

WHY ARE YOU TWO LIVING OUT A SITCOM???

(/lh /pos)

man if you think this is a sit com you should come hang out in my apartment for a few hours on a weeknight

[rosewvlf]

Living dead wreck with an oil spill brain. Can't keep time from slipping away

[questionable-idea]

*sips gasoline* men. they're just so. and like. anyway. *bites a tire*

[substorysketches]

Yakuza Kiwami - 015 - The Bouncer

4/21/2024

[beelzebubgaylord]

lord of the flies au where Roger probably looks at Piggy like this before emptying his head

[xojanessalynn]

So blue and deep your eyes drowned me.

I let the tides take me out to sea.

The waves crashed all around.

Plunging me farther down.

They left me breathless, I gasped for air.

The thought of kicking to the surface was not there.

I was pulled further into your world.

Into a whirlpool of chaos I was hurled.

Pressure pushing at the fabric of my core.

Yet my mind said to give love more.

Your current pulled us together as one.

We are flowing with love from which we can not run.

xo.j

[saudade-always]

I said I forgave you. I didn't. I tried to be the bigger person But I am not. I can't forgive you. You walked away, left like I was an annoying insect, like I was the least important person on this planet when you claimed to love me. I will never be okay after this. Never. Not after you left like that, not after I attempted to...yeah. Now my days are filled with attempts to stay alive, to make myself feel like a human again, and my nights are filled with anxious cries, holding my own hands to not text you or call you. I thought about why. Why don't I text you? Ask for an explanation. After all, I know you have unblocked me. Maybe you wouldn't even reply, who the fuck knows. But I grew so scared of you. The very thought of that scares me, turns my blood cold, breaks my heart a bit more, makes my fingers tremble uncontrollably. I know you will never be back. We will never speak again. I am trying to be okay with that. God, it's the weirdest feelings. Being this scared of somebody yet craving them so much. I never felt this empty, I never felt this. What have you done to me? Why me? Did you know I can't even use my phone without somebody near? Or that I can't shower alone? Or shave my legs? Or cut up my own fruit? Or take my medication? Did you know that I no longer work? Did you know that I no longer drink coffee? Did you know I no longer like jelly candy? Or bake cinnamon rolls? Because everything turns my stomach. God. Look at me.

[milkymarble]

land of honey

here is an ode to all those south of the mason-dixon line, on either side of the grand mississippi

i like the taste of wild honeysuckle, smell of maturing magnolias. there's warm spring days, with rolling thunderstorms at night, sidewalks still wet the next morning

there's ladies with big hair, bigger weddings, inviting half the town to watch them say "i love you i do I'll always love you"

neighbors gossip, hushed whispers and giggles, i like small talk with people in line at the grocery store, asking if they like that brand of bug spray

a cacophany of cicadas at night, whippoorwills and chick-a-dee-dee-dees, lullabies of croaking bullfrogs

i like faded churches on the side of single lane roads, you know they used to be just one big dusty room and i guess they always will be

i like red crosses and soup kitchens, storm shelters and booster drives

thanks for the casserole when my aunt died

i like peach cobbler, chess pie, country fried steak, loads of butter and eggs and flour and sugar

tea so sweet your mouth puckers, boiled peanuts sold from the side of the road, only $1.50 and you get free directions to the waterfall

i even like the people who hunt, i do. especially the ones who use all of the animal, who thank the deer for passing quickly and for gifting them a glorious dinner

the people who give antlers to their dogs

i like old women with hair so white its blue, with a smoker's rasp, with metallic lipstick and starched blouses, patent leather shoes and big red pocketbooks

i like driving through marshes and fields, cow pastures and blue ridge mountains, creeks falling to forests growing to gardens

i like square dancing, and slow dancing even more, and the little dark raves tucked in corners of empty downtowns filled with everyone like you

i like bluegrass and blues, jazz on corners in the french quarter, zydeco in acadiana, yes even country, i like singing country songs on the porch

i like slow guitar and crooning melodies of heartbreak and first love, of missing mom and hating dad

i like old faded trucks, the ones low to the ground without big engines, i like train tracks overrun with weeds

i like mardi gras, flashing beads thrown in smoky air, feathered up floats, stereos turned loud

i like the hundreds of peachtree streets and dozens of martin luther king jr. boulevards

there's buford highway, where you can eat food from every corner of the globe and still be right at home

pass by billboards in korean, spanish, english, all in three square miles

i like drag queens in sunday best, the same florals my grandmother likes

i like straw hats and creased-up boots, i like paper fans exchanged from hand to hand

i like hearing "yall stay safe now" i like how everyone is honey and baby and sweetheart, even if you've never met

i love you trailer park beauties

stay true, hillbilly rednecks

[wonderstruck-perfume-tv]

Shoutout to Gracie Abrams for being the only artist to ever hold a vinyl record correctly

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

jake looks at the basketball and it just freaking explodes instantly

It's his anti-super-power. His screen name is BBall24 because his participation in that game somehow resulted in the team having -24 points at the end.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this Chicago Tribune story:

Where Lake Michigan and Lake Huron connect, powerful water currents rush in opposite directions over an antiquated pipeline known as Line 5. Along the pipeline’s route from Wisconsin to Ontario, via the Straits of Mackinac, more than 1 million gallons of oil have reportedly spilled in the past 50 years.

Experts say Line 5 is vulnerable to future leaks and poses a risk to the livelihood of Indigenous communities, the region’s thriving wildlife and the drinking water of millions of Great Lakes residents.

Decades-old battles to remove the Canadian-owned pipeline from the Bad River Band reservation by Lake Superior and the lakebed of the Straits of Mackinac have played out mostly in Wisconsin and Michigan, respectively. Activists seeking the shutdown of Line 5 recently brought the fight to Chicago to consolidate a larger grassroots effort ahead of a presidential election that policy experts say will be critical to the pipeline’s future. 

“Essentially, what we are asking for and urging that the current and the next administration do, is come up with a regional plan that continues this clean energy transition we’re already on,” said Bentley Johnson, director of federal government affairs at the Michigan League of Conservation Voters. “Let’s start by decommissioning the most dangerous infrastructure that we have — and we really feel like the facts show that Line 5 is America’s most dangerous pipeline.

“In Bad River, we’re one storm away, one bad flood away from eroding the river bank and exposing this pipeline,” he said. “In the straits, we’re one anchor strike away, we’re one crack away from a devastating oil spill that jeopardizes the drinking water for tens of millions.”

Clean water remains the top environmental concern for most Americans, according to a Gallup poll conducted earlier this year. And protecting the Great Lakes, one of the world’s largest surface freshwater ecosystems, has become urgent as population growth and human-made climate change cause water shortages in parts of the United States. According to research by Colorado State University, nearly half of the country’s 204 freshwater basins might not be able to meet monthly water demands by 2071.

[gingerrhd]

Spencer tasked with keeping jack alive are some of my favorite aus, but also I think I put Spencer though enough so I can't really warrent drawing it :(

[kinokoshoujoart]

PSA by the way one of the secrets about molly/muffy (about how she’s always working to be more beautiful) in the original AWL was subject to a particularly incredible natume translation moment

[bowtiedauthor]

The empty Galaxy Gas tank

 It promised galaxies — A fleeting escape from gravity’s relentless grasp, 

A breath of something like freedom, Lifting us high enough to forget the weight of the world below.

In the haze, everything was lighter — Bodies floated, laughter stretched like celestial orbits, Time collapsing, dissolving, Moments sparkling, then blurring like distant starlight, The gas filled our lungs, And we became weightless

Drifting through a cosmos of our own making — Higher, higher, lighter still, Until even thought seemed to get sucked away, A shimmering blur of stars and breath, untethered.

But now, the tank is empty — The shimmering stars lose their luster, one by one, And we plummet back to gravity’s pull 

To the cold, unyielding ground beneath our feet, To the indifferent embrace of the metal earth.

They tell us it’s poison, they lock it away, Declare the fruit forbidden, the flight illegal

 But the more they deny us the stars, the more we crave them — The promise of another cosmos, another taste of oblivion. 

And when the tanks disappear, we search elsewhere

 Chasing fumes from the evil chemical brothers, Their whispers more deadly, their potions darker — A rougher road to the same fleeting high.

The night is quiet, and the sky — Vast, indifferent — waits. Euphoria fades, The universe shrinking back to walls and ceilings

Reality pressing in like the weight of a thousand worlds.

We sit, hands on empty tanks, back in the wasteland of our sober minds

Knowing that the thrill was borrowed, That galaxies were only a mirage — A fleeting escape, a whispered promise, and a slow, quiet poison.

Our choices: To chase another tank, Another brief flight beyond the stars, Or to stay on planet Earth, And learn to make our own euphoria — To find wonder in the weight

To lift ourselves without floating away like a sad child’s lost balloon, To craft our own shimmering cosmos

 Here, where we stand, rooted yet radiant.

-10/11/24