#cant keep toting it being 'lighting' either

[odysseys-blood]

"well archer isnt black anyways" IDGAF YALL SEE WHAT COLOR THAT BITCH IS AND IT AINT THE ONE IN THAT PICTURE BE SO FR!!!!

[bishiglomper]

Cannot sleeeeeep. Have to w h i i i i n e

Woke up to stabbies. Been getting these electrical stabs the last couple weeks. Figure its fibro. I dont see why it would be my new pill. But my body picks a spot and then it feels like im being STUNG. REPEATEDLY. Tonight its the opposite spot of my scar's location.

And i hear beeping. I think its bro's alarm. He does not wake up easily. If i tell him to turn it off, he will and go back to sleep.

And the nephew keeps turning on the hallway light.

And I'm obsessing over a niece issue.

Bong water has not been using a litterbox. They're upstairs, i think she just isn't going upstairs anymore.

Conversation with niece went like:

"I picked up 2 piles of poop from bong water last night."

"You can take her back to my apartment whenever you want"

"Are you going to be there?"

"Nope."

"If i bring a litterbox down, will you help me clean it?"

"I dont do the litterbox at MY house."

Bitch. You do not deserve a fucking cat. Or any pet. She killed her rats from neglect.

If i wasnt so against returning poor helpless furbabies to the shelter for insignificant reasons...........

But also we already have FOUR CATS. We were supposed to stop at Cinderbelle. But then Pantera, Pooka and Reno happened....

We cannot own another cat. It's already been a month. If the landlord notices... 😣 We've babysat other animals before but like i said its been a month. Niece doesnt seem to have plans for leaving either. I guess shes fine paying rent for an empty house and just sleeping on our couch forever. If we kick her out, she'll just couch surf. At least her boyfriend is in jail.....ffs

I barely have the executive function to clean MY cats litterboxes, and they're right outside my door. For just this purpose. I'm not gonna be able to do a downstairs one. I cannot tote the container of litter between flights. Just. No.

I dont think i can tell her friend (original owner of bw) to take her because she lives with a toxic af mother and i dont think the situation is safe.

SO, WHAT DO D:

Also the house is so bad. Made worse by now cat shit all over the place. But everyone is really struggling physically, and between the house and our own bodies, our mental health is fucked up too.

Moms stomach is fucked. She does not want to eat. She does. She resorts to junk food when she gets hungry but i cant complain because she wont let us feed her otherwise.

And sissy fucked up her back. I dont know what all shes doing for it but shes done muscle relaxants, back brace and tens unit occassionally. She refuses a heating pad for some reason.

Lately my symptoms are fibro shit, stomach pain, asthma, a strained/tired back, and tachycardia. The tachicardia is the worst because it kicks up when I get up. And eat. It settles down when i rest. Also the asthma. Just going up/down the stairs makes me do this dry throat clearing kind of cough for the next 10 minutes after the tiniest pinch of exertion. And I've woken up gasping a few nights.

Those two need to see some fuckin doctors. Mine can't do anything for me, but at least I jump through those fuckin hoops. I see everyone. All the specialists. I'm trying my best here. I have some major flaws that im sure frustrate the family, but this irritates me that they won't see people.

Mom especially. The only appointments she has are for literal surgical consults and she flaked on ONE situation already. Next one is for somethig else. No idea if she'll ever do anything about her previous issue she needs fixed 🙄😤

And also my sister is going blind and has high blood pressure but won't take her medicine. Her reasoning is because then she'll have to order more and go through setting it up and shit. Executive function issues i guess. Mom has been setting it up and giving it to her but i never remember and sometimes she forgets too.

Like do you know how many pills i take to have some semblance of function and not die? This is also frustrating to see.

I don't know what to do about any of this.

If we got rid of the cat, the niece would disown us. Which honestly, if she werent already riding a fine line of unsafe i wouldn't mind so much, she'd get over it eventually. Once she had the maturity to. 🙄 Because it's not like it would be out of spite. But sissy is on eggshells making sure we dont push her away. Probably into the arms of another halfway house resident. 😒

Uuuhhgggg

[slothgiirl]

shadowplay part 8

“Alex,” you hiss under your breath as you settle into the taxi. It turned out he was not nearly as light as a packer as you: with two suitcases and a tote to his name, “its going to be like fifty pounds from here to Heathrow. 

He’d come over to yours this morning. Since you were traveling together, might as well carpool. You’d made a full english breakfast. Alex had won, paying for your flight on British Airlines complete with a nice lunch and dinner but that didn’t mean you trusted airplane food. 

“ s’ fine love,” he waves away, rolling the window down as he lit a cigarette. 

“It’s really not,” you sniped back, fighting the urge to check for your passport for the hundredth time. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

He laughs, smiling so hard it crinkles his eyes up as he takes a drag, “just think of as me desperately trying to avoid taking the tube.”

“The tube’s probably not even that crowded right now,” you note. Everyone else was more than likely at work. Except for you. 

“Well you’re not wrong.”

“Nothing like getting on the tube in the morning,” you go on, “love being squished by strangers”

Alex smirks, “thats a rather odd kink.”

“Shut up.”

“ ‘m not judging.”

“Just for that you owe me another cuppa tea,” you retort, watching the buildings go by. Goodbye London. 

“I’ll do you one better,” he smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and oh god maybe Sam was right, you think as blood rushes to your cheeks. The brush of his fingertips against your skin sending your heart racing. “How bout a margarita and a cheeseburger.”

“The quintessential american meal,” you smile, “sounds like a plan.”

The airport is chaotic as usual. Made only easier by the fact that you only have one bag and say fuck it and check it in. The perks of a nice airline is that you don’t have to pay for luggage.  

From there you follow Alex through the annoying process that is having to dump out your bag for security and liquids and watch as Alex slides his right through. His carry on already separated perfectly. 

“I’m a pro at this,” he smirks and you can’t help but roll your eyes. 

You stop at Starbucks when you finally make it through, looking disheveled in the most unsexy way. You’ve only been in the airport for an hour and you feel like its been eight. “Iced coffee,” Alex asks, losing over at you, quite oblivious to how flustered the barista was getting. 

“No,” you groan, still trying to sip up your bag. It had been so organized earlier. You had felt cute and comfortable in leggings and a midi dress with a pair of old vans you wouldn’t mind trashing. Now you just wanted to get on the damn plane. Or call the whole thing off. A ball of anxiety building in your palms at the thought of a nine hour plane ride. “something sugary thats only vaguely coffee.”

He orders caramel macchiato, grabs a couple of pastries and a bag of crisps, and then adds, “and a cake pop. No, make that two actually.” Before engaging in some kung fu with you as you both try to pay. “I’ve got this.”

“No, I invited you!”

“Al, it’s fine.”

“Can’t love,” he shakes his head, pushing your hand away from the atm machine, “I ordered so I have to pay.”

“That’s not how it works,” you grumble, watching as the barista tries not to audibly laugh. 

But its too late. Alex smiling smugly as he lets you away to wait for your order. 

“cake pops,” you question. 

“You said yesterday that you wanted to make cake pops.”

“Make being the operative word.”

He shrugs, “well I would’ve made some for you love but I’ve come to realize I don’t actually have any kitchen equipment. Except for like one pan.”

“Is that what this has all really been about,” you tease, “trying to get at my pans?”

“The company not bad either,” he jokes, throwing an arm around your shoulders, hugging you to him. 

“Well to be clear,” you smile widely up at him, “I’m really only here for the free weed. It’s such a bitch to pay for.”

“Now that you mention it,” Alex says, turning to face you, fully embracing you against him, “how do you feel about acid?”

“Wow Mr big rockstar,” you laugh, “I feel like the fifteen year old me that never went out on fridays would be proud.”

“You never went out to the pub?” Alex raises an eyebrow.

“I had strict parents,” you protest, smacking him lightly on the chest.

He chuckles. 

“No. 34!”

He looks down at you, his eyes deep like a pool you couldn’t see the bottom of. You hold your breath, waiting for the shoe to drop. For Alex to lean in and kiss you the way he had when drunk. The way he’d looked at you in the doorway, cautious and besotted in an embarrassingly earnest way that made you blush. 

But he’d been drunk then and wasn’t now. 

You didn’t hold a candle to girls like Arielle. Not half as beautiful, so you were used to being overlooked. And worst of all, you had reserved nature when meeting people, giving the impression of being a stuck up bitch. 

You’d gone to college. Boys like Alex don’t like girls like you. 

“No. 34.”

Alex pulls away, pausing for a second looking down at you, before turning and grabbing the bag full of food.

Then you both finally make your way to the gate. 

“Thats a lot of food,” you eye the large bag. A taxi rides worth of it from Starbucks of all places. 

“You asked me about the plane food,” Alex shrugs, “I figured you'd want options.”

“That’s so fucking thoughtful Alex,” you blush. Unable to help yourself this time. Last night seems like ages ago. Texting Alex half asleep until you’d fallen asleep. 

There’s a red tint to his cheeks, as he laughs. “But one of the cake pops is mine.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Boarding is easy. First class boards first and the groups are already being called as you walk up to the gate. 

The nervousness jumps out again as walk into the propped up hallway leading to the plane. Your hand jerks, gripping onto Alex’s arm as the floor moves right as you step onto the plane.

“ ‘ve got you love,” he reassures you, slipping his hand into yours. 

“I’m not scared.”

“If you say so.” The amusement in his voice keeping things light. 

“I’m just not super great with heights. But as soon as we take off I’m good.” You take the aisle seat and okay, first class is where it’s at. All the legroom you could want. Soft buttery leather you weren’t worried about who was here before you. 

“And here I was thinking of taking you to disneyland,” Alex teases as the flight attendant goes through the safety measures. 

“Kids go to disneyland,” you frown, “it cant be that bad.”

“Did you suddenly lose your fear of heights,” Alex asks, with a slight grin to his lips. You have half an idea to slap his dumb face, or kiss the smirk off his mouth. 

“I’m not scared of heights,” you pout. You weren’t. Just take off could be rough. But you were an adult. You could handle it. 

“Of course you aren’t,” Alex states, still holding your hand in his. 

You smile and can’t help but wish that you had met in some cute way at the coffee shop. That he’d stopped you, not because of his ex girlfriend, but because he wanted to talk to you. Starting some random rom-com, a safe option, and popping your headphones in, you close your eyes and lean back into your seat. Consciously taking your hand out of Alex’s hand, and gripping the armrest as the airplane takes off. 

You were just friends at best. 

You could do this. 

Pretend to be a girlfriend. Alex didn’t need to know about your three, sometimes ten, feelings for him. He didn’t. 

Because they weren’t that important. 

It’s fine. 

The plane jolts as it settles into the flight path. 

“Okay we’re good,” you utter, opening your eyes, and catching Alex gazing over at you. A softness to his features that he only ever let shine through in private. When he was all caught up in a movie or going on a tangent about some obscure band from he seventies who’s record he’d just discovered. 

You swallow thickly, refusing to be the one to look away. 

“I’m glad you said yes.”

You smile bitterly, trying to tease a laugh out of him. “couldn’t let you embarrass yourself.”

“Yeah,” he replies evenly, turning to look out the window. London was now far beneath you. Clouds the only thing in sight. “Yeah.”

[dear-space-cadet]

al horford sleeper agent

—————

anyway by now ive told basically everyone i care about but i had a life changing experience over the weekend. n it sounds dumb as shit but i met a real life dude who was basically a clone of nick from franz. weird hours. guess this is a thread

before we start i want to say i havent thought about franz in weeks. theyve gone away on their own finally but really i think my old obsessions just get replaced every few years and maybe it was my hard work in therapy or my new obsession with rap or

maybe it was just a realization or me growing up and maturing or something but i dont even want to work on my favorite fanfics anymore or anything. it’s just odd. i think im changing

and i don’t think about how my former favorite band members are doing or worry about them or check their socials n it feels really good. but i know there probably is or probably will be a replacement

ok that was a tangent. if they were replaced by anything they were replaced by new friends and the NBA. so there’s the exposition of this story sorted

anyway back to the weekend. the sleeper agent invited me to lunch. and that was the catalyst. god people are being so loud in here let me go to the art library

anyway i just kind of realized "huh i guess there's more out there." i went to lunch n shit. WE went to lunch n shit. stopped caring so much about my math homework. let myself be dumb and in love

that’s a very human thing. lunch. he spilled his stupid chipotle burrito all over his stupid bright green celtics jacket

he’s from italy. never even stepped foot in a chipotle. immediately clowned himself. some world we live in

we hung out all weekend. we went to lunch like two more times and we went to dinner. there was this big threat of leaving looming over my head the whole time. i made him walk like a mile on crutches and i feel very bad about it

i don’t know what’s wrong with him. it’s somewhere between a basketball injury and a chronic disability. either way that just made me feel even more emotionally attached to him. i never saw him without the celtics jacket

it was so cold that weekend. or maybe i just didn’t bring the right jacket. if he were a gentleman he would have offered me the celtics jacket. i didnt even hug him goodbye

and then of course he went back home. theres a million girls all over his instagram comments all the time. theres nothing special about me. he doesn't want to talk. i wrote my ap psych notes in green yesterday bc i was so in love with that stupid celtics jacket

im a sixers fan. the sixers and the celtics have been rivals forever. it was about to be war, except i want to move to boston. but really i want to move to dc. i wish the whole world was philly. things would be less complicated

im in love with a celtics jacket. a celtics jacket. of all teams. and i cant even talk to my basketball friends about it because they think im dumb shit for falling for some celtics fan with a million girls all over his instagram comments all the time

im not like those girls. i don’t think im like those girls. but i definitely exactly am

i have an economics test in fifteen minutes. i think one day ill drown in the atlantic ocean.

the test wasnt that bad. i thought about writing this the entire time. i would just zone out and stare and think about the phrase ‘al horford sleeper agent’

because he has to be. why else would someone put a diehard sixers fan right in front of a diehard celtics fan who looks exactly like the guitarist of their middle school favorite band

in reality i should be calling him a celtics sleeper agent because the whole point is that al horford is a sleeper agent for the celtics. but i hate al horford so i guess it’s more funny to include him in the title

i mean how can one player change so drastically like that? al horford was benched for the first time since his rookie season, like, two weeks ago after being traded to the sixers. how does that happen? why *wouldn’t* he be playing badly so his old friends win the title?

al horford’s gotta be retiring in like, three years, tops. he’s working for the celtics, i know it. and my sleeper agent is trying to convert me to a celtics fan

i understand why people make jokes, though. it’s a very human thing to want to go home. al horford just wants to go home. he lived in boston for however many years let me look it up

god whatever it was only three years i thought it was like eleven that just ruined my point

back to the matter at hand though that’s all we’re trying to do. we all just want to feel at home. we’re all just these little things trying to connect somehow. sometimes we are more desperate than others

i think im pretty desperate right now. sometimes i sit in my bedroom and im like damn when do i get to go home? but im home

i didn’t even want to leave dc. it was all star break and there wasn’t even basketball on. so there i was, in basketball purgatory, wizards territory for some god forsaken reason, losing sleep over a celtics fan and not wanting to go home

and when i say i was losing sleep you better believe me. i was so excited to wake up in the morning that i didn’t want to fall asleep. i wanted to be awake forever, endless, running through the city

i’ll get there soon enough. it’ll be with different people. college, yknow. all that. but sometimes i feel like certain things can’t be replaced.

and im acting like a different person lately. im using my phone at red lights just so i can check for a message from the sleeper agent. it’s always one word responses

yes. ok. maybe. some shit like that. a haha every once in a while. he’s not interested and i should stop trying

and then, INEVITABLY, i send something stupid back, a photo of my hand on the wheel or something, and i get left on read

and i know im stupid for it. everyone i know is screaming at me “disco, you’re dumb shit” but i just want to believe for a minute that im loved, im special

I want to feel like someone out there cares about me that isn’t obligated to, yknow? my mom can say she loves me all she wants but it doesn’t feel as good as some italian celtics fan saying it

some hot italian celtics fan mind you

even if he wasn’t hot or italian it would be nice. and actually it would be better if he liked like, ANY other basketball team

except maybe the knicks

but whatever. main point: i know im dumb shit and should stop trying. but it feels good to feel like if i keep trying maybe i’ll be wanted

sleeper agent is just one of those people tho. he’s magnetic and everyone always wants to be around him. dumb as hell in the most charming way ever. my friends are still all making fun of me

i started crying in a pizza place the other night because even the CONCEPT of italy sent me over the edge. i need to stop before i

wait what’s the word

i need to stop before i immortalize him? no, no

i need to stop before i deify him. soon enough he’s going to be a new canonical character in my head and i’ll start making up legends and stories to myself

we barely knew each other. if i deify him i’ll start telling people he offered me the celtics jacket when it was cold out. he’ll become a perfect gentleman. and he wasnt. he was just some stupid hot italian boy in a bright green jacket

im not going to deify him. it won’t happen. but i love the color green. i always say i love yellow more but i think that’s passed. i wear a green ring on my right ring finger every day. im not going to deify him and i still hate the celtics

overall, the celtics are winning the rivalry. i don’t think the sixers have ever truly been “great,” at least outside of philly. maybe allen iverson. wilt chamberlain. dr j? theyve never had like, a dynasty. idk. i don’t think you’d be able to get a sixers jacket in italy.

it’s his birthday today. i should probably text him. i should probably stop thinking about him. that’s just dumb shit, disco youre better than this what happened to a little self confidence every now and again

sure lets say external validation isnt necessary but also i think that’s something the mindfulness crowd made up to sell more planners and tote bags in 2011. it feels good to be wanted

never waste all your time on it sure. know youre still worth it even when you have no friends and there are a million girls all over his instagram comments. but it does feel good to hear “goodness disco i like how much you like the philadelphia 76ers”

my friends are all making fun of me for being on some romeo and juliet shit because he’s literally from verona and he’s a celtics fan and im a sixers fan god damn it disco why does this always happen

i never even read romeo and juliet but i saw the dreamworks adaptation so i guess ive got the story relatively right i know they die in the end. the gnomes shatter into little pieces i think

anyway tangents aside the sixers won tonight. philly is lit up green. why the hell is philly lit up green? the eagles were done like three months ago and the flyers are orange. why is philly lit up green

oh god, he just snapped me. a zoomed in photo of himself with caption that says “76ers” with like five exclamation points

here we go again, everybody

wish me luck

[bigskydreaming]

Like, I realize I was posting a ton encouraging people to vote yesterday, but now that midterms are over, let’s be perfectly clear that those posts were made urging white middle class liberals to vote. Because no person of color has ever needed a white dude to tell them why they should vote in the name of damage control even when they don’t like or ‘feel inspired’ by the ballot choices. And the fact is that many, MANY people don’t seem to get that the reason so many marginalized leftists on tumblr speak critically about the Democrats and liberals even at the height of election season is because they’ve fully mastered the art of doing whatever the fuck they have to while already having moved on to worrying about what comes next. And its patronizing as hell to basically expect them to put their training wheels back on until the rest of us catch up to that level of survivalism meets progressivism.

Which we’re never going to do if we don’t fucking start learning to speak with distinction about the difference between groups who are anti-voting or just critical of voting because voting doesn’t get them ENOUGH of what they want and the groups that are anti-voting or voting critical because voting doesn’t get them ANY of what they want and they’re still stuck doing it because at best its a speedbump in the way of making things WORSE than they already are, but hey even a speedbump helps, I guess.

But make no mistake, there IS a difference, and yet which groups tend to get blamed most for elections not going the left’s way? I’ll give you a hint. It’s NOT the groups that have larger platforms and louder voices than the others.

And which groups do you think actually have the MOST influence in whether or not elections go the left’s way? I’ll give you another hint. It’s absolutely the groups that have larger platforms and louder voices than the others.

We all know that trickle down economics doesn’t work, but some of us apparently are still trying to pretend that trickle down social economics somehow works any better. If you were on twitter last night or this morning, there was a MARKED distinction in attitudes from left-leaning users. And that distinction was between White Twitter and Everyone Else. White Twitter were the ones cheering and celebrating and going ‘we did it’ and ‘this is a victory’ and ‘dont let anyone tell you this wasn’t a win!’ Everyone else were the ones going ‘yes, this was good, but we’re not really celebrating because hey guess what? It still wasn’t GOOD ENOUGH.’

And that’s the real problem we’re facing, White Internet at Large. That’s what’s really holding us back. This thing where we’re all happy to sing ‘we’re all in this together’ when we NEED Everyone Else, when even WE’RE aware that things are dire and our most basic rights and freedoms are on the line....

But the second things take an uptick FOR US, suddenly, its fuck those guys, amiright, lol? Suddenly its ‘omg why cant you just let us have this for five seconds’ and ‘sometimes people need something to feel good about, for morale’ and a dozen other things that are basically us flipping off everyone who’s harshing our buzz by pointing out that however better things might have just improved for us, y’know, the ones who were already least affected and thus the latest to arrive at the We Should Totally Burn It All Down Party, that doesn’t exactly mean jack shit has changed for Everyone Else. Just that at most, things haven’t gotten actively worse over night, and guess what? That’s not something we should ever feel okay telling people they should CELEBRATE, especially not if the people we’re telling it to are afforded less privileges and advantages by their status quo than we are by ours.

Trickle down social economics is ‘wait your turn’ and ‘you have to be patient’, spoken obliviously to the ones who’ve been waiting the whole damn time, about things that nobody should ever have to be patient about because its 2018 and we’re still believing the hype that ‘inalienable rights’ are to be distributed at the discretion of the Ones At The Top.

Trickle down social economics is ‘a rising tide lifts all boats’ and ‘hey this might not have improved things for you THIS time but it put the rest of us in a better position to make things better for you down the line, and you did that, so thanks, that’s why your vote counts.’

Trickle down social economics doesn’t work for the same exact reason trickle down economics doesn’t work: making the 1% flush with more cash doesn’t trickle down the social classes and make everyone else more money through the creation of more jobs and the introduction of more capital circling through the economy.....because the 1% have zero motivation to spend their newfound cash on anyone else, zero interest in creating new jobs and introducing more capital into the economy to boost and revitalize it. They got theirs and now they’re doing just fine. They see no reason to change things or expend any more effort than what they’ve already expended obtaining the Extra that they were after for themselves. The lower classes are of no further use to them at this time, so as far as they’re concerned, they see no further need to interact with or on behalf of the lower classes until the next time they need to make use of the lower classes in pursuit of their own self-interests again.

It’s the SAME DAMN THING here. White liberals, as a whole we are guilty of the exact same shit most of us have only lately found it fashionable to despise the 1% for, just in terms of social capital, WHICH WE ALL HAVE, 1% and 99% alike.

This is what we’re doing. Every election cycle. Without fail. Without deviation. Relying on people of color. Talking a good game. Saying how we’re all in this together, we are the future, we have to come together, democracy’s at stake for each and every one of us, blah blah blah.....and then the SECOND we see things turn around enough that WE personally are able to be optimistic again, take heart, see a light at the end of the tunnel, we don’t want to hear anyone else hampering our celebration with talk of the issues they’re still facing. Have been facing all along, that have in no way, shape or form improved along with the improvement of our fortunes. Who personally have ZERO reason to be any more optimistic than they were yesterday, to take heart, to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Suddenly its ‘We’re TIRED,” and “we’re only human” and “everyone needs to rest sometime” and “nobody can stay this energized 24/7/365, we need to encourage people to stop and appreciate the victories along the way when and where we can.” As though Everyone Else isn’t every bit as damn tired, most likely MORESO, because they’ve been fighting this uphill battle long before our own self interest finally dragged us into it. As though Everyone Else isn’t just as in need of rest. As though Everyone Else doesn’t find it just as hard to stay this energized 24/7/365, as though they too wouldn’t like to stop and appreciate the victories along the way, if they actually WERE victories for them too instead of at best a lack of worsening of their present circumstances.

White liberals and leftists, we have a fucking problem (well, we have a lot) but this one’s name is Taking Too Damn Long To Join The Fight, And Calling Timeout And Taking A Breather The Second It Looks Like WE Personally Can Afford To, Screw How Everyone Else Is Doing.

Crawling over to the sidelines and grabbing a water and waving over at everyone else and saying “You guys got this, you’re doing great, I’m just gonna catch my breath, but I’m totally right here, I’m with ya, I’ll tap back in annnnny second now, just....little winded....still need a sec,” only to stretch that second and drag it out until coincidentally, we only seem to actually tap back in right around the time our own Personal Interests are up for grabs again and the focus of the next battle.

You went out and voted yesterday? Great. Good. That was a thing that you did that helped not make things worse and hopefully gave us some more tools with which to make things better.

But don’t fucking celebrate. Not now. Not yet. Look around at everyone who isn’t White Twitter and White Tumblr and read the fucking room. Look at WHO specifically isn’t celebrating, and wonder why, and then stop fucking wondering cuz you don’t need to because they’re all more than willing to tell us, they’ve been telling us all along, we just don’t like to listen to depressing shit when we could be celebrating our own good fortunes instead.

If we’re really all in this together, then we don’t get to celebrate until ALL of us have reason to celebrate. And guess who doesn’t get to decide when EVERYONE has cause to celebrate? Give you another hint - its NEVER the first people to see their fortunes change or improve. 

And if truth is, you’re really just looking out for number one and are secretly annoyed at having to care about how other people are doing when you just want to be happy for yourself? I mean, you do you, but maybe in the future keep that “we’re all in this together” line out of your mouth unless you’re totes cool with being a disingenuous exploitative asshole who doesn’t actually give much of a fuck about marginalized people or people with marginalizations other than yours. Y’know. When they’re not being directly beneficial to your own self-interests and circumstances.

But still. If you voted yesterday, good job. It wasn’t everything it could’ve been, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been either, so you can pat yourself on the back for a job well done at keeping things from actively getting that much worse. Your vote mattered. You did that. Well done.

Now let’s get the fuck back to work.

[prismatic-aconite]

Pizza And a Movie 

Kicking the door open is Lupita, who is covered in goopy bits that suggest she'd been crawling about in a dumpster. Because of course she has been.  She stops just inside the door to scrape her feet on the door mat; oddly, hasn't been wearing her boots lately. But at least she wipes her feet before walking into the house, and  then the kitchen broadcasting Big Dick Attitude (as it were) and all kinds of confidence. She bellows, "Aeeeethra, I'm hooo-oooome! Where's my pizzas yo?"

Aethra siiiighs. "I was waiting to order them til I knew what you wanted... But I can guess. 'Meat meat and more meat' right? Also. You smell. You should go change clothes and wash up. Not... Like specific a bath just wipe the grime off and make yourself smell less." She's making that faaaace. The 'I am concerned for you' face.

Lupita rolls her eyes. "It's always bath bath bath." She says, shaking her head, before she nods. "All the meats ever. And like maybe one or two 'everything'." She says, pausing to stop in front of the fridge. She pulls it open, pulls out a two-liter of faygo, pops it open and just stands there chugging it. Seriously, like, until it's gone all in one go. She pauses, thumps her chest with a fist, and then lets out a belch.  Then she sets the bottle on the counter, and looks at herself, shrugging. "I guess I'll go change." She turns to head for her room, "Back in a sec, sis," She purrls, as she walks off, scratching at her horns.

"It's either bath or no cuddles cus you smell, yes!" Ae calls after her, and sighs. She busies herself with ordering the pizzas that Lu wants. And a couple with anchovies for herself. If Lu wanted to swipe some fish pizza she'd let that sooner than have her eat all the hakarl.

Well okay it takes roughly 20 minutes, but Lupita does soon walk out, in a pair of boxers probably stolen from Corbin, a baggy t-shirt, and trying to shake water from her hair with her hands, a slight swagger to her steps.  Either way, she wanders into the kitchen looking for Aethra, pausing to lean against the counter, and pick at some grapes left in a bowl.  "Aeeeeee, I need cuddles now pleeeease," she whines after a moment.

Ae blinks when Lu comes out shaking her hair out, and smiles. "Wow I'm impressed. Did you finally conquer your fear of water?" She asks, and steps over to wrap the wet Lu up in a hug. "I was actually gonna tell you about a cool setup I've been working on for one of the guest baths. If you wanna go see it. I got the bath area to make a shower that behaves like rain. And the stall itself isn't really closed in either and there's a bench. So you can stretch out and it's like washing in the rain. Of course there's a spray hose too for rinsing off the soap if you need... But I think you might like it better than sitting in water?"

Lupita perks, and grins. "Aw yiss that sounds lots better. And I did but only because you asked and I really really need the cuddles man." She leans into the hugging and lets out a sigh, contented and stuff, from the contact. She scratches again at her horns though. "Man, ever since the sopor fix my horn it's been itchy all the fuckin' time yo," she says, grumbling a little. "You think its just co's of the new keritan or something?" She asks, looking slightly aside to Ae.

"Probably. Want me to take a look at it anyhow?" Ae asks. "I mean. I just want you healthy and smelling nice when you cuddle me. I tried bath bombs and those don't seem to work, so I figure, just need a better way to get you clean that doesn't involve dunking in the stuff you're scared of. ...Hopefully this'll be a good option all around." She just... holds Lu a while. "You wanna go cuddle pile on the couch?"

"Yeah, can you look at it? And a cuddlepile on the couch would be totes awesome yo. And when the pizza gets here like we can still cuddle and eat, right? C'os like dude I just really up and need all the attentions ever yo." She says. But. She doesn't let go to move to the couch. Nope. Just clings.  She also purrs slightly. "And water isn't too bad if I just. Close my eyes, hold my breath, and just get it over with as soon as popcicle. but I think a rain shower is a great idea yo. Especially if I can just all up and sprawl n' shit."

"Yeah. There's sprawly room. I basically made the entire floor of that room a drain and waterproofed everything. Took a while but I think it'll be good. I'm thinking of installing some grow lights in the ceiling bulbs and getting some wall climbing plants maybe." She grins suddenly and scoops Lu up, to carry her to the couch.

"Ah geeeze do you gotta do that yo you're like a fuckin' giant man. Ain'ts my fault I'm all up and short." Lupita whines, but she mostly goes saggylimp when scooped, and then leans her head in and snuffles at Ae's shoulders. Sniffsniff. "Man you smell good. You been all up and working in the sewing room with the clean cloths ain't you."

Ae chuckles and nods. She soon settles Lu on the couch in the blankets and hmms. "I do because you are fun to scoop and cuddle. ...Is it just the one spot on your horn that's been itching or anywhere else? Lemme get a good look." She settles down on the side for optimal good viewing.

Lupita wruus softly. "Yeah, just the one horn," she says, scratching again idley before canting her head to let Aethra get a good look; the whole horn from a third up is shiny, new, unscarred and untanted;  just simply regrown. Smooth keritin, candy corn colors not yet tempered by sunlight or roughhousing just yet. "Shoulder was itchy for a couple of days, too, but, not anymore." She shrugs. Then grins. "Still say you shoulda seen the other guy. Best damn fight ever yo."

"Hm. Just looks regrown and pretty to me. Should be fine. Horns regrow if you treat em right and don't fuss with too much." She just wraps Lu up in her arms and kisses her hair. "Heh. Maybe youre due a pupation toooo. Who knows you might end up my siiiize," she teases.

Another happy noise, and Lupita can't help herself. She wriggles around so she can kiss Ae on the cheek and forehead and nose with a squinty eyed sort of grin on her features that's only made goofier by her oversized fangs. Then she siighs and just sinks in against Ae. "Pfft. I don't think imma pupate. I'm already too soon after my first molt man." Sure it's been several sweeps. She doesn't count good, though. She pauses though and looks up, suddenly staring intently. That's about when the doorbell is used. "Hey, hey someone's at the door, yo." She says, loudly.

"Been a couple sweeps dude. Yours wasn't all that long after mine. And I didnt grow much then." But then the doorbell interrupts. "Ohhh that's probably the pizza. Lemme get that." She hops up out of the blanket pile and beelines for the door, pays the man, takes the giiiant pile of pizzas, and walks it back to the couch pile. "Do me a favor Lu, and set up a couple of the tv trays? We can watch a movie while we nom."

"Okay but. There was someone at the door." Lupita repeats, as she attempts to look around toward the door again where the pizza guy was, doing this as she blindly grabs the TV trays to set up in front of the couch, and somehow winding her way back to the front door to peer out every window to the side of it that she can she can before bringing the trays to their spots and setting them up. She stands there then, shifting from foot to foot, staring at the door. "... I should go make sure he's not still there." She says, before she slinks back and peers out the door again. "Nope he's gone. Good."

"Look at you being a good home protector. Yeah usually they have bunches more people wanting pizza so they gotta leave real fast. Like the mailman." Ae sets her couple of pizzas, one with anchovies, and one with all veggies and mushrooms. "I got one for Corbin too. You wanna bring it to him? ...Without eating it all?" She grins and holds up an pizza... Stuffed crust loaded Philly with white sauce.

Lupita smirks, and says, "Are you trying to get rid of me or something?" Teasingly, as she picks up the pizza and considers, sniffing at it. "Maybe after I've had one or two of mine," She says, in thought, "Don't want to be tempted to eat his, and I'm /starving/," She says, as she pauses, considers, then moves over to turn the oven on low heat, and slides open the bottom compartment, slipping the Pizza into it. "I read that these drawers down here are meant for like, keeping things warm without cooking them directly, so like, earlier today I cleaned it out n' stuff to put things in." She says, proudly.

"Nah. Just wanted to do a nice thing for him. All good. I'd rather you stay and cuddle a while. Especially since I got you the giant pile of pizzas to watch movies.  ...Also that's really good thinking. ...You ever wanna learn some cool kitchen stuff I can teach you things. I got a dehydrater to make our own jerky. Youre welcome to use it on things you hunt if you don't drag bloody carcasses across my house. Tarps if needed and clean up after yourself."

"... But dragging bloody things around is half the fun!" Lupita playfully whines, before grabbing another 2-liter out of the fridge and walking back over to the couch, bouncing herself onto it with a grin as she pulls open the pizza box, grabs two slices, and turns them topping to topping to make a 'pizza sandwich', as she leans back and waits for Aethra. "You got any ideas for a good movie then? C'os like, I'm up for almost anythin' that ain't like, The Little Mermaid. I mean shit. I heard that guy with the hard to say italian name made an X-Rated version of that, maybe that wouldn't be too bad? But if I have to listen to 'Under Da Sea' one more time.."

"I was thinking that one with the witches and thr candle? The blond reminds me of you a little. At least the 'amok amok amok' part." Ae picks a piece of her pizza out of the box, but then takes a piece of anchovy off and dangles it in the air. "Wanna try a better smelly fish?"

A snort, and then a snicker. "Well she's got good taste, doesn't she? I mean, children are more tender and juicy, by theory, because they haven't had no chance to get all up and muscley." She perks though. And sits up straighter and nodnodnods, watching the dangled anchovy, stuffing her 'Za sandwich into her face all at once, chewing hastily, and then gulping it down, before opens her mouth to the offered fish. "It smells terrible, I love it!" She gasps eagerly.

Ae giggles and drops the fish into Lu's mouth, and then slides a piece of the pizza over into Lu's pizza box. "Figured you'd say that. They're fatty and salty and good." Ae nods and hmmms. "It's true. It's why lamb and veal and all are so popular. Not tough yet." She shrugs and gets up to set up the movie. Once it's started though she settles.back down and leans on Lu. "Everything's okay with you lately, right? Anything you need to talk out?"

Lupita chomps, fangs clicking as she does so, and then closes her eyes, moving the anchovy about in her mouth a bit as she chews, somewhat like savoring a candy you've just tried for the first time. She gulps down then, and snatches up the piece of pizza, and works on scarfing it. She looks up, mouth full, when Ae asks about being okay, and nods. Swallows. She is a messy eater, and it's likely Ae has given up on this by now, AB certainly gave up long ago. She wipes her mouth on the back of her arm. "Nothing really bad. Just, horny itchey, and being hungry like fuckin' hell, yo. Oh, but, I've also been getting a lot more exercise, been chasing the rabbits out your garden all week. Fun as shit to chase a rabbit man." She grins.

"...Horny itchey? I mean. Phrasing but maybe you can ask Corbin to help with that," Ae teases, and plays with Lu's hair idly. "I do see you running around a lot more. ...If you run around in the sprinkler please put on some swim clothes, or stick with the fenced in part of the back yard? Nudity is still... touchy with the neighbors. And no you can't just go bite em or mess up their lawn if they say anything. I don't mind so much but... you know?" Ae sighs. She haaaated dealing with society nonsense. But that was the problem with living in a city.

"Uuugh, wet clothes suck though!" Lupita says with a siiigh as she drapes herself overdramatically over Ae's lap while her hair is played with. She snorts, and shoves the remains of the Anchovy piece into her mouth, chewing, before she gulps. "And I don't mean like thaaaat although I guess I could see if it helps me get some of this energy out. Dunno, I just really like running all over the place." She grins.  Shrugs. Then grabs another pice of meat  pizza and begins to lazily drape it into her mouth like it was grapes, while watching the movie. She snorts. "Not enough wolves man." She teases, but sniggers, especially at the 'Yabbos' scene.

"We can watch one with wolves after. Ever see Balto?" Ae asks, and hmms. "I mean it might. This time of year is good for that. Lotta folks all... energetic or getting lazy in prep for sleepy winter season. Really depends." Ae streeeetches and wraps her arms around Lu and hmms. "Wet clothes suck but a swimsuit is made to be wet. You just peel out of it when you get back to your room and roll into a blanket Lu-rito, and be warm."

"Ehhh maybe I guess. Stupid neighbors and their whole hangups about bodies. It's like they don't come into the world naked as a blue singign flap-beast, and don't realize clothes ain't gonna go witchoo when you die." She shakes her head. And then gnaws off more pizza, before slurping at her fingers. Mmmgrease. She looks up at Ae and grins again. "Aww, can't we watch like, uh.. The human version of Troll Jack Nicholson's Packbeast? Or like... Oo, that really old one about the Packbeast in London. It's October for glubsakes, and humans do all their Dim Season stuff now."

"The Packbeast in London one is okay I guess. I mean. If you want." Ae shrugs and sit back, pulling the blankets around her. "Personally I just have a hard time staying warm this time of year and wanna stay in and make lots of food and drink hot tea and sleep."

"Dim season," Lupita agrees, before she  hms. "I dunno. I'm not that cold this time. I think I've acclimated or whatever the fuck the word is, you know?" She grins. "I just been running hot lately is all. Almost like a Mud- .. Er, brownblood." She says, chuckling a little. She pauses, grabs another slixe of pizza, and stuffs it all into her mouth. Chews thoughtfully, swallows. "Could also be the fact I usually run around with a pile of pelts on, and spend a lot of time sunning myself out there." She shrugs. And hms. "Hey, you know, I had a thought. Doesn't G have that like, Rainbow Drinker friend? Do you think she'd want any pelts or things to sun on that soak in the heat as well?"

"You know I have no idea? I'll ask her. She might. Heck G might like some. He likes fluffy things and all. I'll ask. Especially since they're all stuff you hunted up and cleaned yourself, so, that's good." Ae frowns softly and looks ceilingward. "Sounds unusual in general though Lu. Would you mind if we got you an appointment with a mediculler, just to make sure you're okay? I promise I'll sit with you for it and make sure everything is all right?"

"Ehhh, okay I suppose. A mediculler would be fine." Shrug. Lupita hmms! And nods. "I wouldn't mind hunting down some stuff for G. I like seeing him happy c'os it makes you happy. Plus when he's happy it's good, right?" She grins. "Pack solidarity!" She says happily, as she grabs another slice of pizza, pauses, sits up, and again pizza sandwiches. She begins to wolf down the slices, licking at her fingers again. "Mmmf. They need to add more meats to the meat lovers. There could be like chicken, and duck, and goat, and rabbit, and goose, and squirrel- Oo, squirrel, yessssss. Hey if I catch some squirrels can you fry them up?" she grins eagerly, looking at Aethra. "And like I could give the cat the tails to play with n' shit."

"I could make you a mixed meat stew if you wanted all those in it. But you'd have to catch most of those yourself cus not a lot of places sell em. ...And yes if you catch enough squirrels I will... Prooobably roast or stew em for you rather than fry. At least bake." Ae chuckles and leans into Lu and nuzzles against her neck. "You are warm. It's both nice and a little concerning. You're positively near midblood temp. ...You sure you're feeling okay?"

"Other than being hungry as fuck, I'm generally good." Lu grins, and wraps an arm about Ae as she leans in, turning to nuzzle, and then kiss at her fishster's forehead lightly. "I'm feeling like a million boonies! I feel like I could run laps around the house for hours and not get tired. But I'm also feelin' like I could eat a few more pizzas, watch another movie or two with you, and then just sleep with you till moonrise while the world outside goes to fuck." She smirks, and then hms. "But you're right, I probably should go take Corbin his pizza soon, huh.."

"I mean if you wanna. I am all up for sleepy cuddles. But if you got that much energy to get out I'm sure he won't mind getting pounced." Ae chuckles and nuzzles against Lu's neck. "But if you wanna curl up with me and sleep too, I'm good for that. Think I'm gonna put most of my pizza in the fridge."

"I'll try and leave it for you." Lupita says, before peering. She's finished the first pizza. She shrugs, exchanges the box for the next one, and grabs two more pieces. As she works on them like a sandwich she adds,mouth slightly full, "I like cuddlin' with you an' bein' all asleep and stuff, Ae. But I know you an' G are a lot more cuddly an' I don't wanna get in the way of that. Besides. I get this weird feelin' like he probably gonna need hugs n' shit from you." She shrugs, thoughtful. Then closes up the pizza box, and works on finishing her pizza sandwich at hand: "How about I go take Corbin his pizza, and then like, go out for a while, an' get some shit done, and then I'll join you in bed when I'm done?"

"Sounds like a plan to me. If I'm already paased out feel free to hop in anyhow, or curl up on the pile or whatever if you wanna. Cus I still wanna cuddle if you got the time and inclination." Ae stretches idly and hmms. "Probably nap here a while. I'm just getting that food nap feeling."

"Weirdo." Lupita teases, then leans in to kiss Ae on the forehead again. She mmms, and streeetches big and stuff, then licks the grease from her hands, and stands. She hms! Pauses, holds up a hand gesture of 'just a sec' and dashes off. She comes back from her room carrying a sheepskin blanket, which she then throws over Aethra carefully, as if tucking her in. "Better?" She asks, smiling, "Keep you warm while you nap n' stuff." She smiles, and crouches on the ground a little, to be at petting height.

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We Met In A Jail Cell: Part 7

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Character Pairing: DJ and Fem OC  Summary: The woman meets DJ at a local pub renowned for it’s prizefighting. She realizes he has much more in mind than a simple outing as she get’s pulled into a hustle that DJ had been planning since the beginning. You don’t have to have read the rest of the fic to enjoy this chapter.  The last two chapters are coming soon! minor violence and language

The woman found a strange doodad hidden in the back of the closet while she cleaned. Maybe it was a gun, maybe it was some sort of personal interface. She couldn’t tell. It was triangle shaped, and made odd beeping noises when she tried to open it. Tightly secured and strange, it seemed like something DJ might enjoying investigating. Carrying it with her, she left to find him.

He was lackadaisically sitting with his legs crossed on the office couch. A relaxed expression on his face, his eternally half-closed eyes stared into the cup he held. He looked lost in a daze as he took a sip. His black disheveled hair poked out from under his cap. When she entered the room, his eyes lit up with a lovely shade of hazel.

She walked over and handed him the triangle. “I have another mystery for you.”

He looked over it doubtfully. Mistaking her sincerity for teasing, he sarcastically replied, “You brought me a g-g-gift…so thoughtful.” Putting his drink down, he tilted his head unsure of what it was supposed to be. To be fair, it did look ridiculous.

“I thought you might know what it is, or enjoy trying to figure out what it is,” she explained.

When he looked up at her, he saw she was being serious which made him smile. He threw an arm around her neck, and pulled her down to sit beside him. “What an interesting th-th-thing,” he said to himself.

He held the triangle to the light and under his scrutinizing gaze. After a moment, he removed his arm from around the woman and bent down. It didn’t seem like he could get his face close enough to the mysterious object as it practically touched his nose. His fingers ran over its edges. Then he frowned, as though it had personally caused offense. It had begun to frustrate him, as his focused face turned to one of irritation.

Eventually he sat back and put the triangle on the table in front of him. “It’s hard to f-f-f-focus with you beside me.”

“Oh, should I back away?” she asked earnestly. She had practically been hovering over him to watch his attempt at opening the triangle.

He put his hand on her leg, “No-no. I am just d-d-distracted.” He lowered his gaze to her thighs. She wondered if DJ had finally begun to lose control of himself around her. Perhaps, they were finally on even footing. Feeling the tension quickly build, she straightened her posture in an appearance to look composed. “You should probably remove that hand,” she said, trying to make her voice convey assurance. It hadn’t worked. He could always see through her easily.

He grinned and removed his hand. Grabbing his coat, he stood, “The cant-t-tina has the best fights at night, and the sun is setting.”

She wasn’t sure what he had been trying to tell her until he held out his hand for her to take. “Oh,” she blurted. It was a simple gesture, yet she overthought its significance. She blinked, staring at his hand. She couldn’t get the word fights out of her head, until she looked up at him. DJ had twinkle in his eye that practically blinded her. He seemed most amused when he could make her just a little uncomfortable. She tried to formulate a sentence as he pulled on a few strands of her hair, but she just kept blinking and mouthing wordlessly at him. She was unable to focus clearly with him just touching her hair. She brushed his hand away so she could think. “I’ll have to meet you there. Got some stuff to put away.”

“You’re not going to leave me are you?” he said with a wink.

She gave him a humorless smile, “I would but I don’t know how to pilot a ship.”

He chuckled, holding his heart in his hand, “Then, I have n-n-nothing to worry about.”

He had started to leave, when he suddenly paused. “It’s very cold here at night,” he said. He turned back to her, looking perplexed as though he were second guessing himself. With DJ, it was hard to tell at any minute what he might do. He could kiss her, or he might shrug his shoulders and leave with no explanation. After he stared at the ground for a moment, he hesitantly began to take his coat off.

She scoffed when she realized what he was doing. He must have considered the need to be chivalrous to her by giving her his coat. He glanced up at her a few times as though he was waiting for her to stop him. But this act of false sincerity was amusing her. She smiled and as he pretended to be a gentlemen. When he had almost taken his coat off, she held her hand up and said, “No need.”

He nodded his head and looked relieved to be keeping his coat on. She liked that DJ was selfish, at least he was honest about it. She knew he needed the coat more than she did. She was trained to withstand the winter’s chill. He looked like someone accustomed to sleeping in the cold, and she didn’t want to take his coat of tricks from him…not that he would have given it to her.

“I will be-be the one with the best seat, an empt-t-ty chair beside me, and a bottle of wine… waiting,” he gave her a promising smile. She looked at him rather skeptically, as she wondered if this was DJ’s attempt at being romantic. It was weird when it looked like he cared about something. It made her a little wary for the rest of the night.

After he left, she huffed and crossed her arms. “Fights,” she said to herself, “Of course someone who doesn’t fight loves to watch them.” Were bar fights his idea of a good time? She couldn’t decide if she preferred the cheesy wine bottle-toting version of DJ or the one who wanted to watch her get into fights. Either way, she knew she was up for something strange.

She finished cleaning the room, and put the rest of her new clothes in the closet. Looking at them, she wondered what to wear. On one hand, she could choose something practical in case a fight broke out. Then again, she’d been practical her entire life. DJ said there would be wine, so maybe this was a good opportunity to wear the dress she purchased that day.

When she put the dress on, it cut just above her knees. Her breasts made it an inch shorter than she planned, which irritated her. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. The dress fit, but she didn’t look like her. He stout posture didn’t fit the elegance of someone who wore a dress. She worried that her shoulders were too broad, her arms too muscular, her legs too scarred. Her stomach growled, halting her indecision. “Oh, well,” she said to herself. Food was more important.

She’d saved a coat to wear for the chill. When she put it on, she felt weird in that as well. Dresses weren’t something she was ever allowed to wear, neither were fancy black coats like the one she had on. After much deliberation, she left the energy sword behind in her closet, and headed out.

The cantina he had referenced was easy to find. She could hear punching from the streets. It was called Hearth’s Fire, and as she entered she saw a roaring fire at the center of the place. In the back was seated a long bar, and on the sides, large windows where the seaside could be seen. There were side rooms as well, guarded by rope and some typical large ruffians. Hearth’s Fire seemed like an old establishment the city had built itself around. There was a worn-in comfort to the place. She couldn’t even make out much if any technology in the joint. This was odd, considering DJ had picked the place out. Besides the lovely design, Hearth’s Fire was full of drunks, many of whom were in shouting matches. She scanned the place, but couldn’t find DJ.

Focusing on some of the drunken yelling, she had heard his voice faintly in the crowd. DJ was at the bar and surrounded by at least 4 large men, who all had been yelling incoherently at him. She decided not to interfere, and instead decided attempt listening in on conversation. From what she could tell, DJ had stolen something from them and he was playing coy.

“You cheated me out of that card game, you bastard,” a man with an eye patch said to DJ.

DJ rubbed his temples, and then his eyes, “You’re a sore loser, T-T-Til.”

One of the men bent down to DJ’s face, and mocked him by imitating his stutter.

DJ replied by exaggerating his stutter, “Low-low-low blow-blow-blow.” The woman tried to stifle her laughter as she hid behind Til. She hoped this would prove entertaining.

“I was supposed to win that match,” Til yelled at DJ.

“Then, why d-did you lose?” DJ said with a devious look in his eye.

“He lost because you cheated. Til was supposed to win,” another cohort piped in.

“You-you keep saying supposed,” DJ rubbed his eyes again.

“Well yeah because Til’s got a modified deck,” one of the men said gesturing to Til. Til hit the man in the chest.

This was the admission DJ had been looking for. With a smug grin he chided, “It was easy t-t-to override really.”

Til grabbed DJ by the collar and pulled him out of his seat. The woman realized what was happening, and balled her fist as her temper flared. She kicked the back of Til’s legs, causing him to buckle and fall to his knees. Looking up at her with confusion in his eyes, she slapped him hard across the face. The boom rang out in the bar, as the woman felt the eyes of the bar turn to her. DJ casually walked to the bar counter, trying to give her some space.

“Don’t you fucking touch him,” she warned. Til bewilderly looked her up and down and the woman remembered she was in a dress. Something clicked in his head as he screamed and tried to rise to attack her. But she was too quick and too comfortable fighting to allow an attack from him. The woman kicked him under the chin. His body rag dolled as he fell to the floor. He’d been knocked out instantly. That’d probably be the only easy shot she’d have in this fight.

She turned to DJ, and gestured to her outfit. “You know, this is the first time I’ve worn a dress.”

He pursed his lips in approval, seeming mildly impressed. He hadn’t panicked a single second during this conflict. “I d-d-didn’t realize you had a dress,” he looked at her quizzically, then raised his eyebrows, “I g-g-got the bottle of wine!”

He gave her a cheesy grin, proudly holding the wine bottle in the air like it was a gold medal. She rolled her eyes, and took her coat off, throwing it towards him. Failing at catching it in the air, it fell over his face. The rest of Til’s friends attacked her.

He removed the coat from over his eyes. Sitting on the counter of the bar he sighed dreamily, “I love watching her save me-me.” The bartender did not look amused.

She punched one of the men in the gut, then kneed him in the face. “I knew that was why you wanted to come here,” she said pointing to DJ suddenly. He shrugged his shoulders unbothered by her offense.

“It’s nice to feel like the damsel. Do you mind?” he asked her. She kicked a man in DJ’s direction angrily. DJ lifted his legs, allowing the man to fly past him. He turned to look back at her, clearly insulted by her attempt to hit him with another man’s body. “You did that on purpose!” he said accusing her with a finger.

DJ’s aloofness still surprised her. He was shady and strange. Despite the slight annoyance and adrenaline flowing through her, she hoped she would never tire of it. He was also endlessly charming, and she enjoyed every second of it. They locked eyes as he smirked knowingly. It was a revelation which told her he was toying with her. Even amidst a fight, DJ could make her head spin with a single look.

Clearing out her immediate space, she found the room to walk over to him. Grabbing him by the shirt abruptly, she pulled him forward and kissed him. When she backed away, he was beaming. She’d managed to take him by surprise. Then, she poked him on the forehead and got back to the fight. He relaxed, casually snacking on whatever weird snack was sitting on the bar for customers, and cheered her on. With every punch or kick she landed, he threw some of what he’d been eating at the attackers.

The crowd of Hearth’s Fire had turned to her fight, joining with DJ as they cheered or booed her. The woman had never been very smart, or very driven, but she was good at fighting. She could take pride in that at least.

She kicked two more into the crowd, and knocked out another. She was losing track of who had been in Til’s gang, as it seemed random people were joining to try and take her down. A lady lunged at her with a knife.

“Am I allowed to stab her back?” She yelled to DJ as she avoided the slices of the knife.

“No blood in the bar,” the bartender chastised her.

“Fair enough,” she replied, kneeing the lady in the stomach and taking the knife from her.

One of the men she’d kicked away appeared suddenly behind her. He picked her up by the waist and hoisted her in the air so that he could drop her onto a table. She elbowed him in the face, and he dropped her. She landed and grabbed the nearest object. Bringing a half-filled bottle across the man’s face, it broke and cut her finger. “That was dumb,” she said to herself, before then kicking the man away again.

She heard a mixture of groans and cheers as the blood poured from the cut. She put her finger in her mouth, and checked to see what was going on. Somehow, DJ had gotten his hands on a piece of chalk and had started writing on the overhead of the bar. Though he may have initially been cheering, his yells had turned to the growing crowd around him. DJ had started a betting pool and people were placing bets. Lots of them.

A basis of some of the bets had been whether someone would draw her blood. DJ argued with a few of the members of the bar. He insisted that it didn’t count because she had cut herself.

“He definitely planned this,” she muttered, sucking on her bloody finger.

She looked around, still hunkered down watching to see if anyone else wanted to fight her. Finally, she’d run out of people to punch. The bodies of a few knocked out assholes were beneath her feet. She kicked them away so she could find a place at the bar.

DJ had a small interface pulled up. It looked like he was transferring credits, because his eyes practically had dollar signs in them. She put her head down on the bar to rest and calm her nerves. After dealing and arguing with a lot of the patrons, he sat beside her.

When she sat up, DJ had an odd stone and some ointment in front of him. He took her hands in his and applied the ointment to her knuckles. The pain subsided. Then, he placed the cooling stone over them and pain went away immediately.

“May I see th-that knife?” he asked. She stabbed the knife in the bar. It came within a centimeter of one of his fingers, but he didn’t flinch. Instead he smiled, and pulled it from the wood. He cut a piece of his shirt off. Then, he put ointment on her wound and wrapped it with the fabric.

He treated her hands like they were delicate and prone to breaking as he placed them in her lap carefully. It was a silly gesture considering she’d just used them to break a couple of jaws, but the sentiment touched her. DJ had used her to make some money, but he cared about her wellbeing. It was impossible to stay upset with him for long.

He tilted his head looking down at her hands, “When we leave, your wounds will be g-gone.”

She was mildly impressed. “This place takes its fighting seriously.”

“Good show,” said the bartender. He came over, and took the ointment and stone, putting it back behind the counter.

“They were probably all drunk anyway,” she said. DJ had been looking over the blade, when she took the knife from his hand and handed it handle first to the bartender. “You can have this if you want it.”

The bartender put a glass he’d been cleaning down, and took it from her. He eyed DJ with a smirk, and said “I’ll have your table ready soon.”

“I didn’t want the knife anyway,” DJ said pretending like he hadn’t been bothered. She could tell he was a little peeved. He put his chin in his hand, peering over at her. “They have the best fights,” he said with a grin. The woman crossed her arms, not impressed.

He shrugged his shoulders, “They do.”

“You got into that argument on purpose,” she asserted.

He squeezed his fore finger and thumb together and squinted one eye, “A-a little bit. Are you upset?”

“Depends on how richer we are.”

“We can buy another ship…” he pulled out a card from his pocket, “Act-act-actually, we won another ship.” He said tossing the card to her with a chuckle. She held the card in her hand, perplexed.

The card had a picture of a clunker of a ship. When she turned it over it had a bunch of specs on it she didn’t understand.

She glanced at DJ. There was a dark humor in her eye that made him tilt his head worriedly. She turned around on the bar and readied a throw, aiming the card across the bar. “We don’t need another damn ship,” she said and threw it. It hit someone in the back of the head, and she turned back around. DJ made an ‘oh well’ face and picked his teeth with one of his lock picks.

“At least tell me what happened,” she said.

“Well,” he started putting the pick away, “Wanted to get table to look at the s-s-sea...but they were all full. Big g-guy offered his table over a friendly card game. Only, I didn’t trust Til to be so friendly so I balanced his deck.” She put her head in her hands, which made him exclaim, “I w-w-won fairly okay.”

“Oh of course you did,” she patronized.

He chuckled. “They just happen to n-notice I fumbled with the deck. They were the ones cheating, I w-wanted the game to be fair.” He nodded his head emphatically, insisting he’d been telling the truth.

“Did they notice or did you make them notice?” The woman already knew the answer.

“Hehe,” he said scratching his head. Taking this as confirmation of DJ’s predictable deceit, she giggled. Slowly the giggle transformed into a deep, hearty laugh. It was a laugh that had been welling up within her since she and DJ met. It was the kind of laugh that makes someone grab their belly and cry… and it was contagious. The more she laughed, the more DJ laughed with her. Soon, they were two fools causing a ruckus without even understanding why. The woman felt relief. She was relaxed. She was happy, and when she looked at DJ…he looked happy too.

 Part 8

[elenariseventide]

[ RP collab between @cineas-duskhollow and myself. This would follow THIS post. ]

It had been days since he had seen her. He had obliged her request for him not to call on her the night of the ritual. He had provided the bodies necessary to save his son’s life and potentially Elenaris’ too should the Void get greedy and request more than one life. Losing a child was always a tricky situation, the life of the mother was never guaranteed. Cindel had not called on him however and so he had wagered that both her life and that of their son had been spared for the moment.

Nostalrius needed to be relocated given Elenaris’ access to the cells within the basement and now was far from the time of her asking questions and poking around. He had ridden on horseback daily to a smaller estate near the edge of the grounds to tend to his brother. He had not yet killed him, perhaps there was still some mercy within the Raven King’s being after all.

He had ridden back to Ravenhill shortly around midday with Ebonheart in tote. The large man had been kept near Elenaris for the last few days as more of a means of safety than confinement. However, she probably would not have seen it as such and Cineas called him back to his servitude this morning. The sound of his hard, leather boots echoed through the halls as they came into contact with the marble floor. Cineas’ visage stood in the doorway of the dining room, his hands finding his hips as he gazed upon the lone Cindel. “Where is she?” He asked rather abruptly, his tone short.

Cindel looked up the Lord with pitiful eyes as her hands came together almost as if she were praying. “Her things are packed to return home, My Lord… however she has currently taken to the gardens.” With a heavy sigh and hesitant footsteps, she approached him to speak in a lower tone.

“Lord Duskhollow, if I may be frank with you… perhaps even overstep.” She began as she looked to him in seriousness. “Lady Eventide… Elenaris holds very few in high regard and even fewer does she consider precious to her. But only recently has she added two names to that ever shortening list.” With a knowing look, Cindel nodded to him before continuing. “If actions against her continue, I warn you that list will continue to grow smaller. Do not take her for granted…” the final words were the softest before she stepped away.

Cineas regarded the woman for a long moment after she had spoken initially. Her rising from the chair had allowed his emerald gaze to watch as she approached him. Her words like knives that dug into his being and twisted before they were abruptly removed. He had made a slight sound before he forced himself to swallow and his hand moved upwards to rest on her should. “Cindel, it is my respect for you that causes me to hold you in such high regard.” He spoke quietly, his lips nearing her ear. “Do not fear speaking frankly with me.”

His hand removed from her shoulder as she continued to walk past him and his new path was directed towards the garden. With the rain that had let up, the roses were sure to be beautiful as they found themselves to be well nourished. He stepped through the iron gates with a slight creaking with their movements, possibly alerting her to his presence. “Cindel spoke of you readying to depart for the isle.” His voice called to her as he hadn't initially spotted her just yet.

The sound of the gate had caused her breath to still and even further his voice brought about a negative feeling in his regard for the first time. She clenched her jaw as she bowed her head and closed her eyes from behind one of the many rose bushes. There was a silent moment, perhaps one that felt like an eternity as she steadied her breath, pulling the light cloak tighter around her shoulders before she finally stepped out to allow him to see her. “That is my current plan, yes.” Her voice was soft, broken in a manner that he may have been able to pick up on. “You may visit, if you wish, to check on your son’s growth or I will have the physician send you plenty of updates.”

Her features were washed in betrayal as she looked over him, betrayal and pain for what she was forcing herself to do because of her stubborn pride. “Unless you prefer I take another room here…”

His gaze dropped momentarily upon her reveal from behind the bushes and his hands moved to clasp behind his back. He was not here in a threatening manner and was unarmed on top of it all. Granted that meant little for Cineas, but he was not there to harm her. The tone of her voice had caused his demeanor to weaken slightly, his face contorting into something of pain and sadness. “You are not my prisoner, Elenaris,” he spoke quietly as his head canted to the side. Despite their arguments, despite their sadness. She was still beautiful among the rose bushes. The only woman he had wanted to gaze upon.

“You are free to leave this estate should you so choose. I will have you escorted home should you choose,” his gaze dropped away from her so that his eyes did not give way to his emotions. “If you choose to remain here, you can continue to remain within the quarters you currently inhabit and I will find arrangements elsewhere should you not wish to see my face.”

“Not a prisoner… but simply an item to be owned, hm?” She asked in a sudden outburst of irrational response. Immediately after she inhaled deeply, a hand resting to her abdomen as she closed her eyes. “Your life, his life, they were never in question, Cineas. But mine? Mine was, if even momentarily.” Her words were strong, concise and quick. “And threatened by not the Void or some other outside presence but the man I am to call husband. I understand traditions and I entered this arrangement under the pretense that there would be little import in feelings; love or care… I have lived my life knowing that was likely to be my future to carry on my line. But things changed, or so I had thought. You say we are equals, but we will always struggle over power and who holds more…”

Cineas dropped his head in a shameful manner at her words. He had little to be ashamed of in most other aspects of his life but his mind had replayed the events of the other night over and over. He slept little and ate little as a result of his behavior and such events. “You are not owned, Elenaris,” he replied rather quietly as his hands dropped from their clasped position behind his back and fell idly to his sides. “My behavior the other night was a reaction out of fear. I do not dismiss such behaviors, I do not believe myself to be the innocent party.” His voice was calm, he appeared collected on the outside but the internal turmoil was tearing him apart. “I was faced with the fear of losing my child, potentially losing my future wife and I reacted in a manner I felt best to keep all safe. I had felt that had I known of your deal with the Shadows, I might have been able to negotiate alternate deals.” He paused for a long moment as his chest rose and fell with a sense of determination. “I reacted in such a manner because of my immense love for you and our child that grows in your womb.”

She fought back the emotion that boiled to the top, swallowing hard as she opened her eyes to reveal even further that which she struggled to keep hidden. The tears fell freely this time, though there were no sobs or cries but simply the glisten upon her cheeks that ran from the edge of her eyes to fall from her chin. “And what I did was to keep YOU safe. You must learn that you are no longer the man you once were; alone, facing your own and the world’s battles by yourself. Fighting by yourself...for yourself. There is and forever will be that one person that is constantly at your side with a sturdy hand upon your back to keep you strong willed even in your darkest hours. And soon...there will be another, a small and tiny life force yet filled with a never ending love and care for you, his father. Don’t fight against me, fight with me.” A few small steps were taken toward him but still remained a distance from him, perhaps close enough to reach out and touch.

Cineas’ gaze had lifted to observe her tears and he swallowed hard in response. Her words had left him silenced which was a rarity when it came to Cineas. With her steps that were taken towards him, he hiked his breathing with an immediate flare of his nostrils. “I will fight for you,” Cineas replied quietly as he had taken the steps to close the distance between them. One of his hands had moved to rest against her neck in a tender manner as the other hand moved to gently lay atop her stomach. “I will fight for him.”

With his hand reaching to rest upon her neck, she flinched in an unexpected but natural reaction only to slowly relax once his other hand came to her stomach. She had lowered her head slightly as her brows furrowed together now that he was closer but after she heard his words, she slowly looked up to him as tears still fell. “And I will fight for you...and we will fight together.” She whispered softly as she allowed her pride to break down and give into his touch and his words. “After Westfall...I promised I would kill the next man that laid their hands on me.” She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his chest. “Please don’t make me questions my love for you again…”

The notice of her flinching had sent a wave of nausea to his stomach. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, however he was aware that he had. He was aware that it wasn’t as simple as forgiving and forgetting. He had rehashed feelings that she had thought her were gone and he had betrayed her trust. He paused momentarily before his hand had moved to wipe the tears away from her face with a slow movement of his thumb on either cheek. “You are more powerful,” he whispered. “Should you wish to take my life for my transgressions, I will willingly submit myself to the Void.” He spoke and exhaled a shaky breath upon the final word leaving his lips. “But I will not forsake your trust in me again.”

Her gaze shot up to him as he continued, the look of near horror upon her face before brisk hand lifted to move through the air to come into contact with his cheek. “Have you not been listening to me?! I would not take your life to save my child before and I will not do so now for whatever reason there may be. We have made a pact, we have made a promise and I am sure, in due time, we will make a vow to one another.” Her teeth grinded together behind her lips as she paused in her words, sage hues scouring his features for every little detail. “Despite what has happened, I love you Cineas Duskhollow. Not just my being, but my soul loves you, even as it belongs to the Shadows.”

His face leaned into her touch somewhat. There was a moment of hesitation of actually allowing himself to indulge in such feelings of affection. He did however as his hand moved pull her closer to his body. His fingertips briefly laid against her waist and he kept them in their embrace for a long moment. It was a relieving feeling to hold her once more, to smell the pleasing scent of her hair and to be once more in her presence. “You still wish to enter a union with me?” He questioned as he pulled away slowly. “My being will never love another such as it loves you. Should you choose to end this, I would not enter a pact with another.”

There was a heavy sigh of relief expelled as he pulled her closer, the sensation of being in his arms almost breathing life into her once more. “I believe we can move past this.” She stated softly as she lifted her chin to raise her gaze to him. “Our son will need of both us and whether I wish to admit it or not, I think I need you in some ways, too.”

[earthling-liya-blog]

little things we can do for the environment

a/n ok before anything GURL there are a lot of links tagged bc i didn’t rly expect this to be a long post and some will be further explained in a separate post ! maglilink naman aq pag nagawa na may edit button naman HAHAHAHA but ya this is a bit taglish but mostly english kase conyo tayo chz but yaaaaa

i would say disregard any grammatical errors or flaws but i like comments and criticisms. this isnt formal writing at all kase this was rushed kase naexcite ako,,,,, ayun ok i shld stop talking leTS GET DIS BREAD

nowadays, a lot of people have been inventing machines that help in saving the planet but the easiest and most simple thing that have a huge impact on our environment is following the 3R’s.

 REDUCE

here is a list of things on what you should reduce

1.      single-use plastic consumption

this is the most obvious material we should refrain from buying. i know it’s tempting but don’t buy that candy, or that water bottle. as they say:

 if you don’t buy crap from companies they’ll stop making crap.

 think about it, that candy you’ll buy comes with a plastic food packaging. that plastic’s purpose is to cover the candy from anything that can contaminate it, but once the candy is opened he plastic no longer has purpose and will be thrown away on the trash can. that piece of plastic was used once but will LAST FOR DECADES, and in those decades the plastic will go through a lot of.. things. y’know like…

other than plastic interrupting the food chain, we can literally kill all animals with the plastic bags choking them or filling up their stomachs with plastic. we’ve all seen the turtle with a straw stuck inside its nose.

truly heartbreaking. this video started a petition to ban straws, but please STRAWS ARE NOT THE ONLY PLASTIC PRODUCT HARMING MARINE LIFE.

 here are videos that prove so:

Plastic Ocean | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ju_2NuK5O-E

Plastic is killing marine wildlife | #OceanRescue | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhksqkC6WV0

See How It Feels to Be an Ocean Animal Stuck in a Plastic Bag | National Geographic |  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaDx-WJAsaE

 now you can say “I don’t litter so how am I harming these animals? I throw my trash properly.” but no, buying from companies that produce plastic makes YOU part of the problem. 

the plastic you throw away “properly” adds into the landfill. as i’ve mentioned before, plastic lasts for decades. if we don’t reduce our plastic consumption, we will soon have a mountain of plastics. less plastic u buy, less plastic is produced.

 next time you buy from the mall, don’t tempt yourself from buying beverages and/or foods that come with plastic food packaging. if possible, bring your own food containers and a reusable tote bag or don’t buy at all. quit saying “it’s just one time” a lot of people say that everyday and see what problem we’re facing now? overproduction and overconsumption of plastic asshole. say no to single-use plastic !

2.      printing

this one’s new to me and im sure most of you are as shocked as i am. i always thought it was only because we were wasting so much paper by printing documents and other things that don’t really mean anything (tama na pagprint ng pix ng kras niyo mga burnok), but we keep buying cartridges.

here’s a tip: use recycled paper and reuse toner cartridges. I got that here https://www.colorado.edu/ecenter/zero-waste/reduce/paper-and-printer-waste. it says here that it costs wayyy less money cause duh reusing and reducing??? lam mo na yan mag-isip ka chz

 3.      electronics/appliances anything that consumes electricity

this one. this is something that’s hard for many of us to reduce and i admit im one of those who have a hard time letting go of their phone and uses the light the whole night.

 PHONE: for iphone users like me (weird flex but ok), apple produces a new model every now and then and it makes a lot of apple users buy the newest model. don’t be like them no matter how much money u have that u want to flex (money cant help you survive when earth is dying sis) also, iphones don’t really last a looong time for many users since it’s kinda breakable and well it slows down after a while lmao

my tip is buy what you think will last for a long time (coming from me eh) for you and if you want, try buying secondhand phones. for phones you broke that you piled up in a box (yep i do that), you can replace some parts of it that broke it or give it to recycling centers. According to the University of Colorado Boulder, phones have metals that can still be “reused and salvaged such as aluminum, gold, silver, copper and iron.” NEVER THROW AWAY PHONES OR ANYTHING ALIKE ! “The circuit boards contain arsenic, lead, mercury, and other toxins. The batteries contain heavy metals that are lethal to the land. Many of the chemicals in cell phones have the potential to be released into the air when burned and can create air pollution.” (Second Wave Recycling, 2013) This means that the phone you’ll throw away will intoxicate the landfill. just think about insects flying around and possibly animals eating garbage 

4.      water

do i even have to explain myself? hm maybe.

shower with a partner shower together

jk but seriously, save water. take shorter showers and please refrain from using the heater. here’s an article to further elaborate https://slate.com/technology/2009/10/exactly-how-bad-should-i-feel-about-taking-hot-showers.html

5.      fast fashion

oh you have no idea how much shopping can affect the environment. i didn’t know before either. but not only is the environment affected but also who work for companies that sell fast fashion.

a.      people have been treating clothes as disposables. clothes that don’t fit the trend nowadays either get thrown away or just stay in the corner of a cabinet.

b.      theyre cheap. and by cheap, i mean CHEAP. most of fast fashion clothing don’t last long that they end up in the landfill. even if you donate/sell it, chances are they’ll be rejected due to poor quality.

c.      “. . most garments (especially fast fashion ones) are made with inexpensive, petroleum-based fibers that don’t easily decompose (such as polyester, nylon, and acrylic), they’re going to be taking up landfill space for decades to come.” (Wood, K.) As Cline points out;

“people generally recycle plastic bottles or avoid buying them in the first place, but people are pretty okay with buying lots of plastic clothing”

next time you think of buying from forever 21 or zara, think about it. they are simply made NOT to last. think about the exploited workers, the products you could’ve gotten for a cheaper price if they were made locally, and the effect on the environment. do you really want to support companies that only gives a fuck about their sales?

read more in these articles: 8 Reasons to Rethink Fast Fashion| https://www.lifehack.org/articles/money/8-reasons-rethink-fast-fashion.html

Fast Fashion Is the Second Dirtiest Industry in the World, Next to Big Oil | https://www.ecowatch.com/fast-fashion-is-the-second-dirtiest-industry-in-the-world-next-to-big--1882083445.html

6.      meat and dairy

as a meat-lover myself, this was the hardest thing to do. im basically a carnivore since i hate veggies but i do eat a lotta ass fruits so no need to judge sis. but yeah this is so important yet so hard.

if you can, only buy products that are vegan. it doesn’t necessarily have to be food if it’s too difficult for you to let go. you can also have a #meatlessmonday or not eat meat 1-2 days a week.

this post is long enough so here’s an article to help u: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/may/31/avoiding-meat-and-dairy-is-single-biggest-way-to-reduce-your-impact-on-earth

7.      waste

all in all, reduce waste. avoid throwing away literally anything. aim for a zero waste lifestyle and i can give tips in my next post on how you can reduce waste.

 REUSE

this is soooo hard to do. trust me, i would know BUT it is doable by an average person so shut the f*ck up and use that ugly reusable water bottle your aunt gave you. i don’t care how rich you are and how you can afford a lot more, but what does it matter if they wont be used much and be thrown away when it gets old?

avoid throwing things away and think about how it can still be useful to you or someone else. not everything useless to you is useless to everyone. let someone else find purpose for it or repurpose it yourself.

donate, not discard. choose reusable, not disposable.

  RECYLE

1.      plastic

this is the most important thing we have to do now especially with plastic. now note that not all plastic can be recycled. it’s important to know what type of plastic can be recycled and what shouldn’t

 so as it states, 1&2 are recyclable which is what you would see on a water bottle. it means you should throw your plastic bottles in the recycling bin. here are things you should avoid and things you should recycle

BUT OK BEFORE YOU DO THROW THAT BOTTLE IN THE RECYCLING BIN JUST A QUICK NOTE

PLEASE REMOVE THE PLASTIC LABEL AND DO A QUICK RINSE ON THE BOTTLE! IT LITERALLY TAKES A FEW SECONDS OF YOUR TIME.

bottles that still have the label on are considered trash and are thrown away instead of being recycled. if u ask “why don’t they just take off the label? it takes a few seconds as u said” well dipshit they have more bottles to worry about so if i were you i wouldn’t be lazy piece of shit and take off the label.

bottles that contained sugar drinks should have a quick rinse & make sure there is no left over ! not rinsed = trash. do i have to go scientific and geeky as to why they should be rinsed? i think not lmao

for the plastic i find that can no longer be recycled (ex. shopping bags, food packaging, small pieces of plastic i see lying on the ground), i put them in an ecobrick which i will explain in my next post.

2.      paper

paper can also be recycled. collect all those newspapers, cardboard, cereal boxes, failed quiz papers, rejected thesis papers and notes from your ex-boyfriend. all of them. don’t throw them away, or worse burn them. papers can still be given another chance at life by being remade. all of the papers should not be mixed with any plastic or wax coating.

TRIVIA: Recycling one ton of old paper saves 17 trees; 2 barrels of oil (enough to run an average car for 1,260 miles); 4,100 kilowatts of energy (enough power for the average home for 6 months); 3.2 cubic yards of landfill space; 7,000 gallons of wate; and 60 pounds of air pollution. 

 3.      glass materials

products that are packed in glass glass jars and bottles like RC or your local nata de coco jar are recyclable as well although i’d prefer to reuse them.  

TRIVIA: Recycling one glass bottle saves enough electricity to light a 60-watt bulb for four hours. 

4. books

no. i don’t mean sell it to the junkshop but if u want to, go for it. although there are a lot of people who’d rather secondhand books than new ones so sell/donate your old books to those in need !

5. clothes

i’ve mentioned this before already but i’ll say it again. buy secondhand clothes. theyre not gross and you wont look like those typical katip pipol that all wear the same shoes and/or polo shirts charet. you’ll even help save the planet.

  *note: it is still better to reduce than recycle so still avoid buying plastic and lessen use of paper. but, you do gain money from selling paper and plastic so start collecting your friends’ and family’s junk.

by doing the 3R’s, you can save energy and natural resources and help prevent environmental issues coming from the landfill and pollution. not only are you helping save the environment but you’re also saving money by reducing your purchase, reusing what you already have and promoting recycling.

a/n ulet this is my first post and i’ll be sure to post more tips and help raise awareness. my writing may have flaws and i accept any criticisms to improve ! help me be better and to save the environment:)

 check out another article related to this one:

http://www.irondequoit.org/community/green-initatives/16-community/125-why-should-i-reduce-reuse-or-recycle