#Most Polluted Cities

[chillinglikeashilling]

I don't love using the vents to release The Grey into the undecrcity, no matter how careful Caitlyn and Vi think they were being.

But, I think that the episode contextualizes that it's because Caitlyn is from Piltover rather than a unique line she is crossing due to her anger and grief.

Ekko reminds Jayce that all of the pipes involved in their Hexgate failsafe are all also connected to the water and air pipes of the rest of Zaun.

It's literally just a privilege of Piltover to not think about the fact that the things you're using for your own ends are/can affect vital resources to the Zaunites.

Resources that they need because of a problem that Piltover caused!

[autistic-katara]

not to be a cringe life-lover but i think the night sky outside my bathroom window is one of the best things u could experience

[spotaus]

Thinking I might redesign and/or finally design a smarter base for ec-4o!Dust. Because a farm-house is funny, but doesn't make much sense anymore.

So, I think it's smarter to have an old government base as his location. It'd have good space for storage when Blue eventually comes along, a bunch of old firearms for Dust's obsession, and would be a safe and defensible location as long as Dust's Paps keeps an eye out for intruders. It makes sense for a lot of plot points too, and adds an extra symbolic layer?

Like, Dust being there, he wasn't familiar with the government so he just clears out and burns whatever is left in the "office space" so he can make it into a house. He patrols the other two or three buildings every once in a while, but for some reason he doesn't know, folks avoid the place like the plague. He lives the solitary life he wanted.

Then Blue shows up, and he lets him and Rust share the space with him, for supplies and money in turn. Society is rebuilding, and Dust is gonna need to catch up. Blue has no clue why it's intimidating for his shop to be set up in an old government lab. He's unaware of the implications, but he's such a friendly guy that customers eventually warm up to him. The scariness of the government is lessened, because the old government that destroyed the country is gone, and now there's a kind soul helping others in its place. Rebuilding trust and comradery unknowingly.

And later on when other characters interact with the space, it gets Life in a way it never had. When Ink gets his hands on it and paints murals on the walls of the workshop in vibrant colors. Saejun is my favorite, because when he moves in, the other extra workshop is transformed into a garden, a green-house. He does hydroponics and breathes life slowly but surely back into the dead dirt, flowers cracking through the concrete style. It's a bright green spot that branches out in all directions like veins. Plants grow up the sides of the office, and harmless nature-creatures reside there.

When Cross, and Error, and Night and Dream find this place, when they're repaired, it has very little life. They're afraid of the war just as the organics are. Will it happen again? Are these people tampering with our codes? But no. They get to see this place turn into a home. Shelter others. Recreate lost things from scratch. It's a paradise they never got to see in their lifetimes. It was never in their calculations.

And then when Geno and Reaper show up. Geno, a guy who'd been stripped of his whole life, forced to start and finish a war that took millions of lives. The answers he seeks are all in an old government building, a place that ruined his life. He swore he'd see things to the end, though, so he approaches it expecting the worst. And instead of government officials that somehow escaped his vengeful wrath, he finds a ragtag group of monsters and robots, who are living peacefully in the location. Some of them resent him for what he did, but others accept him with open arms. He's not sure how to react for a long time. The belief that something good prospered through the war us unthinkable.

Then Reaper. He's under the belief that tech is his enemy. He was raised to resent the robots, even before the war. The war only proved his family right. And so seeing this place, with robots living freely? It made him furious. He'd been stripped of his weapons after attempting an attack, though, so he had to bide his time. And yet, the longer he stayed, the more he heard of each robot's story. How they were manipulated, and had their very essence altered. Their bodies and functions forced to do something they never wanted to. That struck a bit closer to home. But it was Saejun and Axe that really hit hard for him. Axe was raised in a Cult. That was what he'd called it. One that made him believe things that harmed him. One that forced him to do things against his will. For everyone else this was a place of relaxation, but for Axe it was a place of healing. And Reaper realized, begrudgingly, that Axe's story felt a lot like his own. And maybe, just maybe, he might've been in the wrong.

And idk this place that once brought so much fear, a place where robots were customized for a horrible war? One that Dust barely survived, one that Blue was too young to remember, one that everyone either participated in or was forced to live through? The place that started it all heals the damage done by it. Smth smth story symbolism?

Oh, one last thing: Lust's recovery was initially meant to be in a hidden room of the farm-house, but now I'm thinking there was a scrap room in the warehouses that no one ever got to, and Lust was put in there because his model was just too impractical for the remodeling for war-machines. There's a lot in that room like him, but he's the only one with his files still in his ecto. So, his experience with this place is jarring too. Last he remembered, he was being ushered into a building with other ectos, and they were being scrapped. Now he wakes up in the same location, but none of that horror is to be seen, instead replaced with a bright workshop and even brighter eyes looking him over worriedly. He was freed from his programming constraints while Blue worked on him, so he has to learn to be an actual person, and this place he was sent to to become a pile of scraps became his first real home.

[sleep-nurse]

please don’t die 😭🥺

i survived everything and beyond dw it's impossible that i'll die (probably)

[r-h-e-t]

Reeve Tuesti.

Funny cat man. Staunch proponent of improving living standards for people of all backgrounds and economic status. Enthusiast of city planning and publicly funded infrastructure. Expert in robotics, architecture, and civil engineering.

At the end of Final Fantasy VII, he finds himself free of the corrupt warmongering of the Shinra dictatorship, free to follow his heart and conscience, free to enact changes that will help the people of Midgar and restore the injured planet the best ways he knows how.

. . .

Four years later:

(On the Way to a Smile - "Episode: Denzel")

It was Reeve, former Shinra bigwig, now the leader of the WRO . . . folk whispered that the stench of death clung to him. . . . . . . . "You should know first of all that our organization isn't like it used to be. The days of welcoming anyone who was willing to join are long gone. If you want to help in the reconstruction, talk to your local district officer. The WRO is a military institution now."

reeve i swear to GOD

[sherdnerd]

The conversation about congestion charges in New York is weird. Because those in favor can understand how this could be frustrating to certain people, while those against cannot fathom the idea that somebody might be on board.

(I am on board with it. For many many reasons)

[enatranced]

gone into full hibernation

winter's gonna be cold and full of grief

[madsotc]

hey. guess where i live.

[blurryface-never-left]

[true-blue-sonic]

The first couple of times Silver went to the past it was coming from a fiery hellscape future, so he would've been somehow adapted to air with lots of smoke and several toxic gases. And since allergies tend to develop when you're never exposed to something, imagine the pollen allergies. Clear air but it's full of plant matter pfffffff

I like to think Silver joined the world of the past for real in late summer, when the pollen are less bad... so imagine his surprise when literally three-fourths of a year later, suddenly the very air around him is being all evil and attacking his airways for no reason. Scandalous! Outrageous!! Sonic meanwhile takes one look at his teary red eyes and running nose and comes back five minutes later with a hearty dose of antihistamines XD

Poor Silver would be even more miserable because he loves seeing the gorgeous flowers and new greenery after winter, so it's especially heinous that those are trying their hardest to keep him away through sheer bad luck. It's a good thing allergy medicine seems to be effective, so he can still enjoy everything in all its glory! But he quickly learns to always keep a package of tissues on his person, just in case he ends up in a bout of endless nose-blowing. And he might be just a little bit relieved when summer rolls around and the pollen become less bad!

[screechingsandwichhologram]

i am loosing it over new york rn /neg

[noa-ciharu]

Everyday I wake up tired af and am like ??? but then I remember I live in most polluted city in Europe

[shrimpscrawling]

One time in primary school, we were 6/7 years old: the School took our class on a residential trip to some place out in the Derbyshire dales. We were all small village kids, so walking and hiking and being outside wasn’t unfamiliar for most of us. I remember it being the best week ever, full of crazy stuff like caving and abseiling and no bedtimes and such. Yet still to this day the one activity that stuck with us the most, was looking at the sky.

They got us out of bed one night, probably a lot earlier than it felt, but we were 7 and it was midwinter and it was already pitch dark outside, so it felt like grown-up hours. Off we went, bundled up in coats like a small army of Michelin men. We trundled through a little village, even smaller than our own, and watched as the sparse orange light of the street lamps went out around us. Slowly, through hedgerows and over turn-styles it got darker, and darker, and darker.

Eventually, we find a spot next to a river and our teachers watch and laugh as we scramble up a muddy bank and fall over ourselves, trying to find our footing in a vast open field. I remember soothing my scratched hand in the cool wet grass, having grasped at a stray bramble on my way up the bank.

We were in the middle of nowhere. Even the owls sounded different than back home.

We laid in the grass, closed our eyes and were told to think of the stars. Then, after a long silence -broken only by the stifled giggles of whispering school children - we opened our eyes.

Now I thought I’d seen stars. Growing up where we did, most of us could see a 3/4 out of our bedroom windows at night, but this was something entirely different.

Suddenly: there was the whole entire universe staring right back at us! And it wasn’t dark anymore, in fact, it was so bright I could even tell what shade of pink my friends hat was. We laid there in awe, just school children, totally enthralled for nearly an hour without a single complaint of boredom.

I remember hearing my old French teacher whisper from somewhere behind me, “that’s where we all come from.”

It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to reach up and swirl my hands in it like paint. I wondered if somewhere out there, there were other little alien babies just like us, staring up, up, up and feeling us stare right back at them.

That was almost 20 years ago now. Every time I remember it I can feel the same shiver down my spine, and I’m seven years old again, thinking, “there’s so much out there”

I think one big reason why we don't consider the stars as important as before (not even pop-astrology anymore cares about the stars or the sky on itself, just the signs deprived of context) is because of light pollution.

For most of human history the sky looked between 1-3, 4 at most. And then all of a sudden with electrification it was gone (I'm lucky if I get 6 in my small city). The first time I saw the Milky Way fully as a kid was a spiritual experience, I was almost scared on how BRIGHT it was, it felt like someone was looking back at me. You don't get that at all with modern light pollution.

When most people talk about stargazing nowadays they think about watching about a couple of bright dots. The stars are really, really not like that. The unpolluted night sky is a festival of fireworks. There is nothing like it.

[saharalajrami]

Don't skip just read this please

Hi world , it’s Sahar

Please read this as if I'm a member of your family . maybe your sister, daughter or a friend and as if my family who's under death now is yours.

My name is Sahar. A marketer shopping from Gaza, athe dreams she worked for but found herself losing the city she’s living in and losing any hope of a better future with it . And after a whole 4 years of studying and internship, the war had another idea.

I have 4 children: Hala the oldest, Rital, Odi, and Talin. We had a house full of love, dreams, and hopes that we strive to achieve one by one, but the war came and destroyed everything. We strive to travel outside Gaza to preserve our lives and obtain safety.

. In 15th of January 2024 my son Odai has An injury in his leg byShooting from a quadcopter aircraft in a shelter belonging to the UN Relief Agency

This loss circle didn’t end here, cause after more than 5 times of being displaced and having to leave our house escaping from rockets and death, we returned to our house and found it almost wiped off, more than half if it was destroyed and became an unlivable place leaving us not only with tired hearts but also without a place to stay in

Our Home

We are suffering in the UNRWA shelter center from overcrowding, the spread of diseases, pollution, and the difficulty of obtaining water and entering the bathroom due to the large number present in the place. It has been a year since this suffering.

Look what this horrible war has done to us. It has turned our lives upside down. It is hard for your mind to imagine. You were living in a villa with all your necessities and luxury items available until the war transferred you to live in a school for more than 13 months. We saw death 100 times a minute. I have attached pictures of the suffering of living in the school.

The situation after almost 13 months of this genocide is that the borders of Gaza are still unfortunately closed and no one can get out of it, of course unless you pay the most money to save your life and cross the Rafah crossing to reach Egypt, as crossing the Rafah crossing costs about $25,00 to $5,000 per person, and as a family of 9, the amount we have to pay just to get to Egypt seems impossible to bear.

So, this is how the money will be spent:

* Paying about $5,000 for each member of my family of 9 to cross the Rafah crossing and safely reach Egypt

* About $5,000 covers the GoFundMe transaction fees (2.9% + $0.30 per transaction)

* The rest of the money will be for housing, food, etc. for a period of time in Egypt

Asking for your help is the only way to save my family’s life and future, and your help may become our hope when hope is far from us under these circumstances, every dollar you can help with may save a life, bring hope to a tired heart and save a young future.

Please don't read this as a tragedy, I am here to ask you to prevent further tragedy and help us start our lives over. I am here to ask for your help not your sympathy, to ask you to take action either by donating or by sharing this with everyone you know who can help, please read this with your heart and take action as if it were your family, your mother and your siblings who are living in these circumstances.

Here is the donation link. Don't be stingy with me, even if it is a little. You will have contributed to preserving the lives of my family. With best wishes.

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[cardierreh15]

Arguing with mfs that know nothing about what you’re an expert in is so fucking exhausting.