#just ocean and pollution

[acn97414]

6/8 is World Ocean Day!

The purified Paradise brings vitality in the deep sea<3

[stagefoureddiediaz]

The Chris and water theming is still making itself known.

It’s making me wonder if that pool is gonna get built and Chris is gonna get into danger in it because Helena isn’t paying attention etc!

[slushyseals]

This is where it can end up

...and that's if you're lucky another person who cares enough to remove it finds it before an animal.

[purpleweredragon]

Every day, millions of plastic pellets – lentil-sized pieces of microplastic – are pouring into our ocean, spilling from ships transporting them around the world.

You may not realise it, but almost all of the plastic products we use – from water bottles to toothbrushes to fridges – are made from these melted-down pellets or ‘nurdles’.

And though they’re only tiny, they’re causing huge harm to marine wildlife and habitats – smothering seagrass meadows and filling the stomachs of seabirds and seals, fish and turtles, meaning many starve to death.

It’s a scandal that these pellets are being allowed to pollute our ocean, especially when it’s preventable.

The International Maritime Organization (IMO) is the United Nations agency responsible for the safety and security of shipping and the prevention of pollution from ships. It has the power to classify plastic pellets as marine pollutants, which would make them subject to much stricter shipping regulations – immediately.

[sentientcave]

Mood board for my latest project. Little bit of it below the cut.

You eat the lunch you packed and pull off your sweater, the noon sun warming you up enough to not need it, at least for the moment. You putt along to a new spot and try fishing again, this time catching three good sized fish. Surprising, considering the time of day, but sometimes you get lucky. You're thinking about heading back home when you spot a flash of white under the water.

You grab your camera, determined to be ready. And then a grey shape launches out of the water and into your boat, nearly capsizing it. The white orca sluices through the water next to your boat a moment later, regarding you disdainfully with one bloodshot eye. He flicks his tail as he dives again, soaking you and your passenger.

Your seal friend makes himself comfortable at the prow of the boat, entirely too pleased with himself.

"You're on thin ice, mister!" You tell him, turning back the way you'd come. Thanks to him you missed your photo and nearly went for a swim in deep water. You're pretty sure he couldn't help you out of that situation even if he wanted to, especially with a hunter swimming just below. You certainly don't want four inch teeth biting you in half.

Of course, you don't want to see your friend get eaten in front of you either. You know its the way of the ocean, but he's your little buddy.

The white orca cuts across your path again. You stop your engine, heart hammering, and grab your camera. He disappears into the depths for a moment, and then jumps a little ways away. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was showing off. You get several quick snaps that you know will be gorgeous— Water droplets catching the sun, his ghostly white body stark against the backdrop of the dark ocean. You grin at the seal, and yelp when something thumps the bottom of your boat, rocking it harshly.

Then the white orca (he needs a name, so you land on Ghost) surfaces next to you, terrifyingly close, and spits water at the seal.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, adjusting your lens for the close contact, camera shutter clicking away as you shoot pictures. Ghost eyes you, and then spits water a second time. The seal looks deeply offended, but not concerned, even with his hunter bobbing in the water a few feet away. “Aren’t you a pretty boy.”

He is pretty. A juvenile, maybe, now that you see him up close— He’s a bit small for an orca, but he’s all alone out here, no pod to speak of, and a juvenile wouldn’t survive on it’s own. As if he can hear your compliment, he creaks at you.

The seal barks back. He seems offended by Ghost’s presence. Understandable, since Ghost was trying to eat him earlier. You get a few funny snaps of the two of them regarding each other over the rim of the boat, having a conversation that you have no way of understanding. You feel a bit insane. A bit like you’re going to wake up laying in the bottom of your boat any minute, and this will all be a funny dream.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

T$$ AU Masterlist

[twigbrained]

GO TEAM SEAFOAM!!!

[thefloatingstone]

That being said can we please have a Godzilla movie where he's not fighting King Kong again? PLEASE????

[okcassin]

why do my neighbors always throw a huge party on monday nights -_-

[killjoygem]

Don't want to put this on my doctor who blog because I think its a bit mean but I have to admit when I see some people complain about certain messages in the show being "too heavy handed" I just think theyre weak. Just bc the show isn't holding your hand about pollution and global warming or capitalism doesn't make it bad. I get it can be scary but it's just true

[acn97414]

FEEEESHES YEEEE

Every time I want to draw an animated meme, there are always more and more materials,,,, But I'm done! Cute feeshes,,,

[itwoodbeprefect]

inspired by my own 9-1-1 / bad buddy post, here's a bad buddy / starsky & hutch sequel about cutting ties with your past, polluting the ocean, throwing small shiny rectangular objects, etc. ��

[alternia-confessions]

sometimes i, an 8teen year old olive blood, throw my empty faygo bottles in the ocean because my seadweller gf cheated on me, > rot in heck seunie i hope you choke on 1 of my sunken bottle caps :p

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[soulerflaire]

Reminds me of this https://www.smbc-comics.com/comic/marine-biology

first semester studying marine biology: wow i'm really learning a lot about the ocean ^_^ i can't wait to get out in the field in a couple years and do my part to make the world a better place ^_^

third semester studying marine biology: the intersection of capitalism, imperialism, socioeconomic injustice, and environmental destruction has turned me into david lynch's cartoon of the dog that is so angry it cannot move. anti littering campaigns aren't enough i need to guillotine every petrochemical executive and stick their heads on pikes on the white house lawn

[dizaryswrites]

No but you see on the outside I seem okay but on the inside I’m still collapsed on the floor, still reeling from “And I didn’t realize why until I was in the bay one day swimming and I reached back for—” the mental image has just left me ahfjsvfkshrifh

Dick -as a mer- does not understand the existential dread the ocean brings some people. Bruce has tried explaining it, the way staring at the endless, unceasing horizon or picturing fathomless depths while standing on the shore (or swimming in it) can overwhelm the mind and leave you feeling less than a grain of sand. Politely Dick listens but none of it makes sense because the ocean is home and comfort and that never ending horizon is just more space to swim and explore.

Until the day his hand is closing around empty water and that primal dread engulfs him. Reminds him that in all those unimaginable miles of ocean, teeming with life, he's alone.

[westanovencleaner]

headcanon that percy wakes up every day, just absolutely pissed about one thing in particular

like sometimes, it's entirely valid. he's mad about ocean pollution or something like that, and he spends a day in the long island sound and tries his best to clean it up.

the next day, he's mad that blue raspberries don't exist.

just like the tide, his anger changes, and he spends the entire day bugging the demeter kids to grow blue raspberries.

they go to annabeth to ask her to stop him, and she tries. she tries by dyeing normal raspberries blue, but he takes a look and notices immediately that they're not blue raspberries. somehow, he knows what blue raspberries look like, even though they don't exist.

eventually, he gets the demeter kids to give in, and they manage to plant the first blue raspberries ever. percy is so excited that he begins drawing up plans to mass produce them, but alas, it's getting late, and he's getting tired.

when he wakes up the next morning, he's grumbling about the poaching of whales when he sees the plans on his desk, and he has no idea how they got there. he thinks he's getting pranked, so he throws them in the trash.

when he walks outside and passes by the demeter cabin, however, he notices something strange going on. they're celebrating... surviving his "stupid" demands for the 50th time?