#HAPPY RECYCLE YOUR PLASTICS DAY!

[brodorokihousuke]

Recycle your plastics or the phantom will get you

You��ll never take me alive!

[skyefeys]

happy recycle your plastics day to those who celebrate

[cloudcountry]

Yooooooo happy to see that field of mistria are making you happy ^-^ i'd like to request reader helping march dye his hair ( lots of bickering and threatening to turn him pink instead ) but since ik you don't really like him and might not feel inspired here's another idea ( choose whichever one you feel most comfortable writing for ) how about flower picking with Celine :)

SUMMARY: when the saturday market can't come to town, you offer to help march dye his hair instead

COMMENTS: no pls wifey im very much joking w you i like march :(( hes just a bitch and im going to stab him. with a plastic sword. gently.

i dont have dividers so i am recycling my header ITS FINE DONT WORRY ABOUT IT

“Ow, would you quit pulling my hair like that?” March groans, shooting you a dirty look over his shoulder, “For all that skill you claim to have you don’t act—”

“Oh will you hush?” you huff, gently tugging on a handful of March’s hair on purpose, “If you stopped squirming and whining, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad!”

He grumbles something under his breath that you don’t catch, but you’re far too busy sectioning off his surprisingly thick hair to prepare for the (tacky) bright red hair dye.

“Why the fuck is your hair so thick?” you comment, very much amused.

“Oh shut up.” March snaps, “If I could reach back there and grab a fistful of your hair to yank around I would, you little—”

You click your tongue, interrupting him once again. “Worry about yourself, March. Wouldn’t want my hand to slip and for you to end up with pink hair, now would we?”

He grumbles again, and you giggle.

It occurs to you that, if anyone were to overhear this conversation, they’d assume you and the blacksmith were a hair’s breath away from killing each other.

You pat yourself on the back for the winning pun you just made. Holt would be proud.

“Oi, I can feel your smugness from here. Whatever you’re thinking about, it’s making me sick.”

“I was just thinking about you.” you comment offhandedly, snatching up the bottle of dye flippantly, “You must be pretty awful if you make yourself sick.”

“Don’t say shit like that, it’s weird.” he crosses his arms in his chest and sinks into the chair, his back hunched as if trying to make himself smaller.

You wonder why he’s shriveling up now. Normally he'd return your scathing insult.

Instead of asking, you opt not to. You pop the cap off the dye bottle and start applying it to his scalp, massaging it into the roots. You try not to feel smug about the way March so obviously relaxes, shoulders dropping and head falling into your touch, his breathing shifting from frustrated to calm.

You also try not to feel warm about the way he looks right now, vulnerable and soft, you try not to think about how it’s just the two of you here, with his brother who knows where, and you try not to think about the very tempting open space of his forehead, which is finally not all wrinkly for once.

You don’t want to smooth over those wrinkles with your thumb at all. And you certainly do not want to kiss them after a hard day’s work.

Even when he’s sweaty.

Especially when he’s sweaty.

You cough loudly into your arm, trying your best not to squirm where you’re standing, lest you mess up March’s hair.

Fully expecting him to turn around and scold you for ruining the moment, you’re surprised when he doesn’t move.

“You’re such a weirdo.” he says, but his voice his soft and there’s no real bite to them.

The smile that threatens to burst out of you is barely held back by your desire to keep the solemn, dare you say affectionate atmosphere going.

“So are you.” you reply, and your voice is equally as soft.

March snorts, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say it was a genuine laugh.

[smallgodseries]

Does anyone need a giant tin sculpture of a chicken?   Or a plastic wall-mounted trout that sings the greatest hits of Jimmy Buffet?  Or seven hundred whimsically sculpted novelty rubber ducks?  Or any number of any other things?

No.  People need food; they need shelter; they need clothing.  They need, at times, medication.  They need personal hygiene products.  Everything else, as they say, is gravy; everything else is the lubrication that makes life worth living, that keeps people waking up in the morning happy and excited for the day ahead.

Beyonce is a small god of capitalism in some ways, but also of so much more, for before the exchange of money for goods and services, there was barter and there was forage.  There are always other options.  The three sisters Rhea, small gods of recycling, regifting, and reuse, still walk in the world, hand in hand, and they are not enemies to Beyonce; every girl group has the one who made it big and broke away, and they harbor no resentment.

Beyonce is a small god of joy.  Of chasing the fleeting hit of dopamine, the joys of serotonin, the price tag of happiness.  Of cluttered attics and well-maintained junk shops, of estate sales where the debris of a lifetime is passed on to a new and hopefully happy home.  Beyonce is in all of them, ever embodied: a small decorative frog.  A collection of elephant figurines.  A corncob dolly.

A giant tin chicken.

Do not begrudge Beyonce.  They were only ever here to make you happy.

And to fill up your garage.

[mineralrabbit]

Happy recycle your plastics day, everyone

[screamingaboutaceattorney]

happy recycle your plastics day to metis cykes and metis cykes ONLY

[hearing-a-lot-of-things]

Happy recycle your plastics day! Nature is wonderful isn't it?

-the prophet (in strangely high spirits)

Mhm! Nature is super cool!!

[keru0]

Stolen Snacks

Hopefully you guys like the first fic I’ve written in months! Its a Modern!AU where Itto is a school teacher and Gorou likes playing D&D with his friends.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships/Pairings: Lee!Gorou, Ler!Itto (romantic)

Contains: Talks of eating behavior, SFW, Fluff

Word Count: 2075

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Gorou was hungry.

Very hungry. 

He has spent almost the entire day with Kokomi, helping her design her new D&D campaign that she was making for their friend group of the Kamisatos, Thoma, Kujou Sara, and Yoimiya. However, in helping her make the campaign…he may have forgotten to eat, which he realized by a pointed grumble of his stomach as soon as he opened the door to his apartment, shared with his boyfriend, Itto.

Grumble

“Oh…” Gorou said aloud at the realization of his self-neglect. With it only being around 3 in the afternoon, he didn't want to eat a whole meal, knowing that he and Itto would enjoy dinner together later. Toeing off his shoes and putting his jacket on the coat rack, he walked to the kitchen and, opening every cabinet imaginable and finding nothing, he thought to himself, ‘There has to be something…’ 

Gorou always tried to make it a habit to have something available to eat in the apartment, but sometimes both he and Itto just got too busy, and their grocery shopping, or lack-thereof, caught up with them. 

His stomach growled again when, from the corner of his eye, he spotted Itto’s snack cakes, sitting on top of the refrigerator.

Walking towards the box of sweet treats, Gorou’s tail wagged and his ears flicked happily until they both stopped as soon as he looked inside the box, seeing that there was only one left. “...I’m sure he wouldn't mind…right?” He thought out loud. “Nah, he would let me have it…”

And with that thought, Gorou reached into the box, grabbed the plastic-wrapped package of cakes, threw out the box in the recycling, not the trash, and walked over to the couch to unwrap and enjoy his first meal food of the day.

*   *   *

At 3:30 p.m., Itto came walking through the door, carefully hanging his jacket on the coat rack and slipping out of his dress shoes, he walked over to the couch where Gorou sat. Seeing his boyfriend, Gorou’s tail started immediately wagging, and he asked, “How was work, Itto?” his head tilting to the side with a smile on his face.

“Ah, it was fine. We had a field trip to the local Inazuman museum and I had to try and keep all of the kids together.” With a frown, he softly whispered, “I almost lost one of them…” Itto was a teacher. He decided, ‘Well, I love being around kids so much and making them happy, that’s gotta be the job for me!’ not realizing that having a classroom of upwards of 30 kids is like trying to tame 30 cats. They do what they want and only listen when they know you’re watching.

Hearing about his missing-child scare, Gorou could only laugh in response, thinking about how funny it would have been watching his precious boyfriend scramble around a museum to try and find a 10 year old. 

“Pfft…hahahaha!”

“W-what?! It wasnt funny, Gorou! A kid could have gone missing!”

“Hehehe..r-right…” Gorou tried to hold in his laughter. “Ahand where were they…?”

Itto pouted and looked away. “In the group…I miss-counted…”

At that, Gorou just couldn't hold in his laughter. “Ahahaha! Y-you cohouldn’t count 30 kids! How did you even gehet your degrehehe~!” Gorou teased, now doubling over on the couch in laughter.

Itto pouted and blushed in embarrassment at the comment. “W-whatever! They were all moving around! I’d like to see you try and count 30 moving objects!”

With his laughing fit settling down, Gorou decided that maybe he should apologize just a little. “I’m sorry, babe, I know you can count, I’m just teasing~”

With his blush going away, Itto turned around and headed for the kitchen, wanting to get a snack before their dinner date in a few hours. “Yeah yeah, whatever. I need a snack. I managed to make a reservation as Uyuu restaurant by the way~ I know you love their cak-” 

Itto cut his words short at the discovery of his missing snack cakes. ‘I left them here…’ he thought, looking on top of the fridge. “Gorou…did you eat my last snack cake?” He yelled to Gorou in the living room.

Hearing his words, Gorou’s hairs stood up and he froze in place. Not wanting to get caught, he replied, shouting to his boyfriend. “N-no…you must have eaten it!” Right after he said this, a glimmer caught his eye on the coffee table. ‘The wrapper!’ he thought to himself. Gorou went to quickly swipe the wrapper away so that Itto wouldn’t notice, but his luck was caught short, as Itto walked in as soon as he grabbed it. 

Looking up at his boyfriend, he shyly smiled. “Ehe…h-hi Itto…”

“Hi pup…” Itto replied, smirking to himself. “Watchu got there~?”

“N-nothing…” Gorou replied, a nervous smile still on his face. “Did you decide to hold out until dinner…?” He asked, noting that no snacks had made their way into his boyfriend's clutches.

“Yeah, I can eat more at the restaurant…wanna open your hand, puppy~?” Itto questioned, walking closer to where Gorou sat, cornering him on the sofa.

“N-not really…” Gorou replied, his smile straining as Itto cornered him.

“Well I wanna see!” Itto said as he lunged for Gorou. Gorou squeaked has he rolled onto his stomach, hiding his hand beneath him.

“Oh I don’t think so, puppy~” Itto teased as he straddled Gorou’s hips as ehe hid his hands from him. “Show me!”

“N-noho!” Gorou squeaked, giddiness overtaking him.

“Oh~?” Itto smirked, leaning over his boyfriend to whisper into his ear. “Well I think I can make you show me, pup~” He teased has he softly blew against his dog-boyfriend’s ear while also sliding one of his nails up his side. 

Gorou’s eyes widened before they quickly closed shut as he squeaked and squirmed at the ticklish feelings, a smile growing on his face. “N-nohoho!”

“Yehehes~!” Itto teased, giggling softly as he traced Gorou’s soft sides with his fingernails, slowly dragging them over his shirt up to his ribs and back down. “Come on, pup~ All you gotta do is show me what's in those paws of yours~!” He punctuated his statement with a soft nibble to Gorou’s ear, his ear trying to twitch away.

“Nohohoho! Nohohohot the ehehears! Ihihihitto!” His giggling quickly became laughter as Itto added in “nom-nom” sound effects to his nibbling. He would never admit it, but his tail was also wagging back and forth at the speed of light.

“Ohohohokay! Ohohohokay I’ll show yohohou! Stahahahap!”

Itto quickly stopped his ticklish attack on his boyfriend and leaned back, letting Gorou roll over onto his back as he shamefully looked away and slowly opened his hand. There, staring back at Itto, is what remained of his last snack cake. “Hah! You did eat it!”

“Y-yes, but- W-wait! Nohoho!” Gorou tried to explain himself but was cut short when Itto quickly resumed his tickling.

“I think you deserved to be punished for that, pup. Don’t ya think~?” Itto teased as he quickly began scribbling over Gorou’s tummy with all 10 of his nails. “Tickle tickle tickle~ Who’s a ticklish pup~”

“Ihihitto! C’mohohohon! Knohohock it ohohoff!” Gorou’s laughter doubled as Itto’s sharpened nails found their way under his shirt and to his soft belly, where they quickly discovered his navel, his pointer finger quickly dipping into it and scribbling around the soft skin.

“NOHoHOhO! IHiHIhItTO! LeHEhEhET eE EXpLAHaHahAIn!” Gorou laughed, his face scrunched up as tears of mirth threatened to fall.

Itto smirked and slowed his nails down to a slow and light scratching as he waited for his boyfriend’s explanation. “Okay, go on.”

“Ihi hadn’t eheaten all dahahy, soho when I gohot back thahats the fihihirst thing I fohound and I ahate it! Ihi didn’t thihink you’d be upsehet!”

Itto frowned as his tickling came to a halt. “What? You think I’m mad? I was just teasing you pup.” He scrithced his nails along Gorou’s soft sides, eliciting soft giggles. “But I can ignore that part for now. You hadn’t eaten all day?! Gorou it was 3 p.m. when you texted me that you were home!”

“I’m sorry! Time had just gotten away from me! I was so focused on helping Kokomi with her new campaign that the time just flew by…” 

“Gorou, you know as well as I do that Kokomi neglects her own health too, and that Sara has to basically spoon feed her so she doesn’t starve.” Itto frowned at Gorou, whose ears were folded back in shame. Noticing, Itto quickly went to comfort him. “Hey, its alright. But you need to start taking better care of yourself, baby.” Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, a smirk growing on his face. “Actually, I think I need to teach you to take better care of yourself~” He said as he slid his hands higher into Gorou’s shirt and started poking at his ribs.

“N-noho! Nohohot agahahain!” Gorou laughed, his head thrown back as he laughed freely.

“Mhm. I need to teach you a very important lesson in self-care.” Itto smiled, as he dragged his nails over his boyfriend’s ribs, fluttered them down his sides, and scribbled over his tummy.

“NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHTTO! STAHAHAHAP YOHOU STUPID OHOHONI!” Gorou laughed as his hands locked around Itto’s arms, not doing anything to stop him as his tail happily wagged back and forth between his legs, brushing up against Itto’s back.

“Nah, I don’t think I will~” Itto teased when he suddenly felt the feeling of a tail brushing against his back. “Ohoho? You enjoying thihis, pup~? Thahat kinda tickles, buhut not as much ahas this~” Itto quickly raised Gorou’s shirt with one hand as he leaned down and began nibbling against the soft skin of his boyfriend’s tummy and sides, making sure to add in those “nom-nom” sound effects for extra effect. “Nom nom nom nom. Your laugh is so cute, Gorou~” He teased.

“NAHAHAHA CMOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOT THAHAHAT! BAHAHABE!” Gorou shreiked as his boyfriend nibbled his sensitive middle, the maddening sensations causing him to go ballistic. His reactions were made worse, however, when Itto decided to release some powerful raspberries on his belly.

Gorou bucked his hips as the burst of air passed through Itto’s lips and onto his stomach, the man yelling out in surprise. “NAHAHAHA AHAHAHAH IHIHIHI- STAHAHAHA- NOHOHOHOHO!” Gorou’s eyes pressed closed as ticklish tears started to travel down his cheeks.

“Just one more thing, puppy~” Itto smiled as he grabbed Gorou’s hips and started massaging his thumbs into the sensitive skin as he positioned his mouth right over his belly button and let loose, blowing raspberry after raspberry onto the ticklish spot. Gorou’s laughter turned silent as more tears streamed down his cheeks and his tail swished back and forth quickly, his hips bucking as the maddeningly ticklish sensations overtook his brain. For Gorou, it seemed like an eternity, but Itto really only did it for a few seconds, and as soon as it started, it stopped. Gorou was left a panting mess, a bright red blush covering his face as he brought his arms up to wipe his tears, cover his face, and groan.

“Sorry…” Itto said. “I didn’t do too much, did I?” HE smiled nervously has he laid down on top of Gorou and carded his fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his ears.

Gorou’s tail wagged and his ears twitched as Itto’s nails gently scratched his ears and scalp, left-over giggles falling out as he spoke. “N-nohoho. Ihihim fihine.” He said, circling his arms around his boyfriend in a hug so they could cuddle.

Itto happily kissed his cheek. “Good. But we really need to talk about you not eating, Gorou. I don’t want you to stop looking after yourself, baby.” He said, worried.

“I-I know… I’ll try to not let it happen as often. I’m sorry.” Gorou closed his eyes, relaxing into his boyfriend’s touches.

“Good. It’s fine, Gorou. You can eat all of the strawberry cake you want when we go to Uyuu Restaurant.” Itto closed his eyes and rested his head on Gorou’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.

“Thanks, Itto.”

“Of course, pup.”

“...”

“...”

“...Itto you’re really heavy. Can we switch?”

“But I’m comfy.”

”Fine.”

With contented sighs, the two fell asleep, waking up a few hours later and just narrowly avoiding missing their planned dinner-date.

ADKGFADJADSKFJ this took me 2 hours to plan and write but I LOVE IT! I think it turned out great! Let me know what yall think!

[wineaunt420]

This is a DC OC story‼️

Between my daughter Oc Kiera and her pops Johnathan Crane.

Tw: mentions of death, loss of limbs, mentions of religion.

Kinda hurt comfort, I guess??

More under the banner// psa I do not proof read lmao, I'm not smart enough for that.

January 6, 1988. You could say it was the day my life turned 50 fucking degrees but…I came out of the water of the womb and left half my brain behind…In some sense of the word. Nah. that day was just adding salt into the wound. I never understood why some people got it easy…normal life, normal family. No issues to call their own. Now I ain’t religious but but I guess god just likes to pick and choose his favourites, guess I just wasn’t one of em.

Its always pissed me off though, how much more favoured the more fortunate are. Like they don’t understand how lucky they are or rather how unlucky others are. I don’t know when empathy was suddenly just disregard like non recyclable plastic I’ve seen tossed out peoples car windows but alas. “The world kept spinnin”...It makes me distasteful of those people.

But anyway…January 6, 1988. I was six years old when I took the plunge. You always hear about helicopter accidents but you never think its gonna be you. I lost more than my legs that day. The…only reason I live to fight today was because my mother…broke my fall…ever since then its just been me, my dad and these stupid fucking hunks of metal. I suppose I should be grateful but you tend to get a taste of disdain for the world when you are held at not only a mental disadvantage but also a physical one. Thank you world! I really appreciate it…But ever the enthusiastic girl I am! I love to dance. Top of my class actually!

I never really liked the academics much to my dads disapproval but he can’t really get upset about it, especially when he should be grateful I'm even still alive after the not so metaphorical “flunk to the floor” I had. He loves me, ofcourse…I know he wishes I went into science or maths or…English at least, hah!...as if. Nope! Dancing. He is obviously proud of me, what will the odds set against me and all. He understands how much I love it and he supports me…I know why he worries of course.

With my history of poor coping mechanisms and just pots and pots of endless disaster brain soup it's a mystery why he doesn’t have me on permanent lock down. I should be grateful…to be alive…to have a loving father…so why am i so angry…

“Kiera…”

Why can’t I just be happy

“Kiera!”

Huh?

“Yeah? Sorry pops…” kiera zoned back in, looking up at her dad.

Crain sighs

“Lost in you’re head again?”

She nods, clicking a pen on her dads desk….

“Hey…”

Kiera looks up at Johnathan again “hm?”

“You are going great…don’t stress yourself”

Kiera smiles softly…he was good like this….always able to read me like a book and knew exactly what to say to make me feel….atleast a little calmer. My thoughts spiral and they stray…But Trust the shrink To drag me back to reality.

“I can't fuckin’ help it, pops…I'm just. Y'know…” Kiera strains, her lip quirking slightly.

“It's alright, pumpkin. I know…I might have somethin’ help keep your mind occupied. Got a few colouring books-”

“Dad I ain’t 6 anymore- oh my god….you still have my old colouring books?” She let's out a short, light Chuckle as her old colouring book from when she was a young girl is pulled from a drawr and unceremoniously dropped onto the desk, along side an old- rather disgusting pack Of Crayola.

“I haven't cleared out my desk in a while….” his hand awkwardly rubs At the back of his neck. It had been rough after the loss, but they found strength in each other.

“Clearly…” but there was no venom behind her words, she wasn't a hateful bitch…Unless she found reason in being so. Despite her distaste in taking part In such a childish activity, she found herself flipping throughout the pages regardless…pages half finnished, lazily scribbled in with pinks, purples and littered with little drawings that were dictated by no set lines. A time capsule back to the only time she was truly…Free. Free willed, free spirited and full of nothing but an overly positive view of the world. A time capsule of innocence. She knew she was anything but now. Far from it….her eyes landed on a truly poorly drawn biro sketch of two stick people. Anyone else wouldn't have had a single fucking clue who these two insignificant childish scribbles where, but to Kiera…the most significance was held. Her and John, Obviously when she was alot younger, hand in hand. But that wasn't all. It was clearly a drawing after the accident. But happy go lucky little Kiera….bless her.

forever Happy.

What the fuck happened…

“You ready To talk About it yet?”

John's voice cut through her train of thought Again.

Looking down her legs….or lack there of. She looks back up with a warmer gaze.

“No…I feel better now”

[quaranmine]

Anyway, happy America Recycles Week. Tomorrow's the actual day (the 15th.) I don't have a curbside bin where I live so I just collect it myself and manually drop it off at the center. So that's what I just did after getting off work!

If you have the ability to recycle, please check what your local municipality can process. It's important to making sure everything can be properly sorted. Plastic shopping bags normally cannot be accepted, nor styrofoam. Also, be sure to avoid food contamination like with takeout containers or pizza boxes (grease.) I normally rinse my bottles and cans. I attended a webinar this week at work given by some people who run a materials recovery facility (MRF) and they said they're able to clean things pretty well as long as it doesn't still contain food, so you don't have to wash items.

And if you have materials like medication, look up ways to turn them in instead of trashing or flushing them. And please recycle your electronics, the minerals in them are valuable and li-on batteries can be dangerous if improperly disposed of (you ever seen a puffy one? yeah....)

This has been your 30 second recycling run down

[humanrightsconnected]

Happy Earth Day 🌏🌱! Discover 4 things you can do on this significant day! 👇 

♻️ Reduce, Reuse, Recycle: Reduce waste by using reusable items and buying products with minimal packaging, and recycle paper, plastic, and glass.

💡 Conserve Energy: Save energy by turning off lights and appliances when not in use, using energy-efficient light bulbs, and walking, biking, or using public transportation.

🌳 Plant Trees: Combat climate change by planting trees in your yard or community and participating in tree-planting events.

🛒Sustainable Practices: Choose products made from sustainable materials and buy local and organic produce.

[ahordeofwasps]

Find the Word Tag

I’ve been tagged by the spectacular @spuddlespud! Thanks for the tag! My words are  run, rain, real, and road! I’ll be sharing excerpts from To Not Falling Off Cliffs.

But first, the no pressure tags! I’ll be tagging @emelkae, @drabbleitout, @kaiusvnoir, @red-pen-ally, and open tag! Your words are seal, separate, sold, and slice!

Now, onto To Not Falling Off Cliffs!

Run

Steve shrugged and stuck his hands into his pockets. “I didn’t skunk my duties, if that’s what you’re asking. I did have some face time with Erika that day. I did run off at the mouth and she wasn’t happy about the jive I was spewing,” he said, letting the words flow naturally, the various bits of phrases he had acquired from the humans over the centuries. The Sunodos would hate it of course, but they would hate it more if they bothered with humans enough to know what they meant.

“NONSENSE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED, STEPHANUS,” the Sunodos repeated, the glass shards dangling from above tinkling violently with the sound of its voice, “YOU WILL SPEAK IN A MANNER THAT IS APPROPIATE FOR THE SUBJECT MATTER.”

Steve put his hands in the air. “I didn’t mean to offend.” He meant to mislead.

Rain & Road

Erika sipped her tea as she perused various social media sites. A friend she hadn’t seen in a decade had gotten engaged. Another friend’s boyfriend ate a cupcake with a non-toxic, but inedible glowing enchantment and he now emitted the same level of radiation as a nuclear reactor. Someone trained their cat to fetch the paper. 97 new species of fish were discovered, and no one knew which were natural and which were alchemical accidents.

An hour later, the mail flap rattled as the day’s post was dropped into the apartment. Erika put her now empty mug down on the floor and wandered over to the window to pick up the mail. There was a bill, a stray feather, a flyer for a new pizza place down the road, and a newsletter addressed to the previous dead tenant. Erika tossed the flyer and newsletter into the recycling. She then got dressed and left for the supermarket.

Real

There was nothing special about Circe Cemetery. It was scarcely a century old and sat atop a hill with a manicured, but not overly worked lawn. Pine trees lined the dirt lane ways and the gravestones, most made up of varieties of granite, sat in an even grid. A handful of graves had flowers, both fake and real. The grass in front of most, but not all, graves were green and healthy. But a few sported small circles of barren earth and dead plant matter radiating outward in a small circle around the buried, where only the plastic bouquets would survive. Even in death, the corpses sported the scars of what killed them.

[overgrownmoon]

vent post

i’m not allowed to be angry.

how dare i complain. how dare i argue and bicker. how could i act so childish and irresponsible, pull yourself together and act right. dont cuss, don’t hit, don’t yell; stay good. be good. i have better things to worry about. your little brother is throwing a tantrum, i don’t need you throwing one too. you’re the eldest, you don’t need to be crying. behave. act right and don’t make a scene.

don’t be so down on the state of the world. don’t let it get to you. don’t focus on politics. don’t talk about things that upset you. focus on school, you don’t have time for that anger. you have no where to put it and nothing to do with it. you have everything you need, why are you complaining? why aren’t you happy yet? everything is gonna be ok, don’t be sad. don’t be upset.

nononono. no. no. i want to be angry. i want to scream and stomp and yell and cry and hit because i am so. angry at the world and all the horrible people in it and the horrible rules of society we came up with and everything that we do to eachother and the planet and i’m so so angry that i can’t do anything about it. i’m significant. i’m not a rich oil baron that can lobby the government, i j not an elected official, im not an influencer or speaker. i have no power. for every straw that i deny and plastic cup i recycle millions more are manufactured and dumped into the oceans. for every bill i oppose politicians sche on how to add more, do more, get wicked things to pass.

i’m tired and stressed and angry. i want to do something but i have no time, money, or energy to do it.

do i make an impact? do i matter? am i more than a cog in a machine, a number on a document? can i ever be more than a depressed white middle class asshole with a broken brain? who complains day in and day out how fucking depressed they are, oh how bo-hoo sad my life is oh ducking shut up asshole. i don’t know the meaning of suffering. oh lord your parents got divorced we get it and you lived in a nice house with toys and food and a good school and loving family and ooooohhh how hard your life must have been. how much you must have suffered while you went out with friends and had a good dad and a nice computer and good grades in school. what the fuck do i have to be upset about? ducking nothing i’m just a piece of shit loser with such a broken and failed fucking brain that i somehow convinced myself that i’m not a shitty awful person!

what point is there. nothing fucking matters. at the end of the day the fuckers in charge will get what they want while us plebeians get to wallow and suffer for our wages. we’ll beg and grovel at their feet for a luveable planet, drinkable water, a home to live in. so list and fucking doomed we are. i don’t want to participate in society. i do t want to do any of this. i didn’t want to be born. i wish i was never born. i don’t want to be here i don’t want to do any of this it all sucks and unfair and no one ever ducking asked me if i wanted to be here! i am forced into this goddamned nonsense world where profits are more important that morals and i’m sick of it! but the only other option is death and that’s looking like a pretty good option compared to what the fuck is gonna happen to us in the future!

fuck this. fuck everything. fuck your “have hopes” and “look at the bright sides” and whatever the fucking fuck. they won’t change the damn bed facts right in front of us. they won’t stop this fucking garbage fire from burning. i want to be angry. i want to so angry i can cave in concrete and shatter glass. i want to snarl and rip and tear and kill and maim and destroy eveything around me and then finally rip into my own chest and rip out my own heart so i never have to have it hurt from watching everything fucking collapse around me.

privileged fucking asshole. at a good college, don’t have to work, living with my parents. i still have the absolute audacity to be so bitchy and ungrateful. of fucking course. i fucking hate myself

[gummybugg]

Happy WBW! I want to know about the clothes in your world! What is a typical outfit for your OC(s)? Are clothes typically made from a single type of fabric, or is there a variety? If so, does the availability of these fabrics vary by location or social class?

~tabswrites

Happy WBW & thanks for the ask! I'll answer this for my wip Crater City :')

Fashion

What each character wears is really No different from what we wear in Modern-day. But each character Generally has their own style:

Blair's Style consists of plain/graphic t-shirts and tanks, Usually with cargo shorts or worn jeans (he isn't that Picky).

Elijah has a Punk/alternative style and tends to Dress "more intimidating than he actually is": chokers, a few chains, and layered clothing.

Frasier Loves his florals <3 Catch him wearing a floral dress [shirt] or a tie that Compliments his shoes. He also tends to dye + put flowers in his hair on Special occasions. He dresses very Formal.

Darcy’s style is also pretty Formal, too, since he is the mayor and Must keep up his image. Suits with shoulder pads for him! He's just a shoulder pad kinda Fellow.

Melony’s style is avant-garde, I suppose. She typically wears Pinks and Greens outside of work (as those are the colors I Associate most with her). Swirly patterns, fur coats, and Bright colors!

Rose typically wears Form-fitting dresses and…Actually, I’m not sure how to describe What she wears, but here’s an Idea:

Materials

You know that clothing made from plastics or bulletproof Material? That's what I'd imagine clothing has Evolved to at this point in the story. Just recycled materials manufactured into Fashionable wearables. Of course, there's Cotton, wool, etc, but I'd like to imagine that our beloved Neo-civilization is very into Recycling due to the Collapse of mankind, etc etc (you Know how it is). There's not really any Particular fabric associated to the Affluent, as just about anything can be cloned or man-made.

I hope this makes Sense because I do tend to Ramble!

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tagging @writeouswriter for crater city content :')

[npskudlu]

Why World Ocean Day?

Welcome to National Public School Kudlu! As we gather here on this special occasion of World Ocean Day, let us embark on a remarkable journey into the depths of the mighty blue that covers over 70% of our planet. Today, we celebrate the ocean—the life-giving force that sustains us, supports biodiversity, fuels our economy, and offers us countless adventures. Join us as we dive into the depths of knowledge and discover the significance of our magnificent oceans.

The Ocean's Purpose: Why It Matters:

Did you know that the ocean is responsible for producing at least 50% of the oxygen we breathe? That's right! Each breath we take is a gift from our vast and powerful ocean. Beyond oxygen production, the ocean also acts as a sanctuary for the Earth's remarkable biodiversity. It is home to millions of unique species, from the tiniest plankton to the majestic whales that grace our seas.

But the ocean's importance doesn't stop there. It serves as the primary source of protein for over a billion people worldwide. It nourishes our bodies and sustains coastal communities by providing an abundance of fish and seafood. Moreover, the ocean plays a significant role in our global economy. By 2030, an estimated 40 million people will be employed in ocean-based industries, contributing to the growth and prosperity of nations around the world.

Conserving the Ocean: Our Collective Responsibility:

Now that we understand the immense value of our oceans, it becomes our collective responsibility to conserve them. As members of National Public School Kudlu, we have the power to create positive change and protect the oceans for future generations. Here are some ways we can contribute:

Spread Awareness: Educate others about the importance of the ocean. Share your newfound knowledge with family, friends, and classmates. Inspire them to take action and become ocean ambassadors themselves.

Reduce Plastic Pollution: Plastic waste poses a severe threat to marine life and ecosystems. Say no to single-use plastics, recycle diligently, and participate in beach cleanup drives. Let's make a conscious effort to keep our oceans clean and free from harmful debris.

Conserve Water: The ocean and its inhabitants rely on freshwater sources. By conserving water in our daily lives, we can reduce the strain on these vital resources and ensure a healthier environment for both land and sea.

Support Sustainable Seafood: When choosing seafood, opt for sustainably sourced options. This decision helps protect ocean ecosystems and ensures the long-term viability of fish populations.

Conclusion: The Time for Action is Now!

As we celebrate World Oceans Day here at National Public School Kudlu, let us recognize the incredible role the ocean plays in our lives. From providing oxygen to sustaining biodiversity and supporting livelihoods, the ocean's significance cannot be overstated. We have a duty to preserve and protect this vast and remarkable ecosystem.

So, let's join hands, dear students, and take a pledge to conserve the ocean and keep our beaches clean. Together, we can make a difference. As we move forward, let us remember that our actions today shape the future of our oceans tomorrow.

Happy World Ocean Day! Let's dive into a brighter, bluer future!

[aikidoheroine]

"Happy Birthday, Tenko!" Ibuki declares brightly. A sardonic voice from the next room calls out "It's not her birthday." Ibuki looks dejected for a moment, before brightening up again, and saying "Then happy recycle your plastics day, Tenko!"

"What's recycle your plastics day?" Tenko asked, who usually took what Ibuki said seriously, even when she shouldn't. Tenko and Ibuki were usually on the same wavelength, which is why they got along so well.