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[laylawyatt]

Storm Water Management in the Oil and Gas Industry

Stormwater management in the oil and gas industry is crucial for environmental protection. To mitigate the impact of runoff from industrial sites, comprehensive stormwater management plans are implemented. These plans involve strategies like sedimentation basins, filtration systems, and containment measures to prevent pollutants from entering waterways. By adhering to rigorous stormwater management practices, the industry minimizes environmental harm, ensuring the responsible and sustainable operation of oil and gas facilities.

[tiercel]

Is it fucked up of me i actually care way less when queer is used in a reclaimed slur way vs when people claim it is no longer a slur and try applying it to anything and everything

[shadeisconfused]

People will always want art. If you as a company aren't willing to provide it, people will provide it for themselves and share it with others.

And now when the people working on the art aren't getting compensated properly, (and sometimes they weren't from the beginning,) people have an EVEN GREATER insentive to take matters into their own hands.

Piracy is more often a service isaue rather than a pricing issue. And at this point, the pirates are not only the superior and cheaper service, but the ONLY service. And corporations DARE to consider it theft when they aren't even PROVIDING THE SERVICE. Pathetic.

[marketingsentimental]

[banjofilia]

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@black.banjo.reclamation

[fantastic-nonsense]

Oracle isn't just a name. It's an identity that is inextricably intertwined with Barbara Gordon reclaiming herself and her sense of agency over her body and life after becoming disabled.

The last 13 years of dedicated activism have gotten us back to a point where Oracle is acknowledged and Babs is portrayed as a competent adult woman, and I'm grateful she finally has her team back. But DC still refuses to acknowledge and uplift her as disabled, undermining the core thesis of Barbara's character in the modern era. And as long as she's not visibly disabled…she's still not Oracle.

Oracle was created because two people (Kim Yale and John Ostrander) saw a horribly misogynistic story and went "no. We can do better. We SHOULD do better." Oracle was a rebirth, a revitalization, a refusal to allow women to be relegated to the sidelines and margins of superhero comics regardless of physical ability.

To refuse to portray her as visibly disabled undermines everything that Babs as Oracle stood for, both in-universe and in real life. It betrays the identity's foundations as a reclamation of agency and heroism. It betrays her creators' intent as an avenue for disability representation and a revitalization of a character summarily discarded because the company saw no further use for her. It betrays the millions of readers who read her stories for nearly 25 years and enjoyed stories brimming with strength, independence, and heroism that depicted a disabled character at their center.

It's doubly frustrating because it's clear that DC is slowly moving Cass back into the "primary Batgirl" role, allowing us to have a semblance of Oracle back, but they seem to think of Oracle as an interchangable identity with Batgirl that Babs would have had even if TKJ had never happened. And outside of Batgirls (which ended last year), they won't even meet people halfway and make Barbara an ambulatory wheelchair user who uses forearm crutches and/or a cane when she's mobile.

Again: I'm grateful that Oracle is being acknowledged again. I'm grateful Babs is back to being a competent adult and team leader who has friends outside of Gotham. But I continue to be frustrated at the company-wide sexism keeping her from fully moving on from Batgirl and the ableism prohibiting her from being shown as visibly disabled.

[thefiresontheheight]

There's an old saying, probably from back in the 90s, if not earlier, before the big post-War orbital reinvestment, that laws stop at the Karman Line. Not quite true, but close enough. Technically in orbit you're in international waters, and as such companies can incorporate their stations under the laws of the Lunar Soviet, the Martian Exploratory Committee, or even the Titan Expedition if they want to get around safety regulations. Safety regulation like the one that says people need to experience real, full gravity, not just rotational or accelerational simulation, two years for every year in orbit. I hadn't been ground side in a decade. We were somewhere over I think the American Reclamation Zone, as I left the sled, tethers the only thing holding me to anything as I floated on nothing. A single hand reaching up towards the solar shade of the military satellite the company had been contracted to repair. Somewhere down there I had been born. "Ames?" came Control's reassuring voice, ringing through my company issued implants. "On structure."

"Right," came Control's voice, "don't be enjoying the view. The corporate-military conglom that owns this beast wants the job done right, and unfortunately that means I'm gonna need you to hard-wire into the satellite. Don't have your head down in the clouds."

"My head's always in the dark, Control," I said, working my way hand over hand along the guide-bars towards the access panel. "Why is it unfortunate?"

"Are you there?"

"Yeah," I said, pulling the long connection wire from the company's suit towards the panel, watching the sync happen in my cornea. "Why?"

"You'll see." "Well now," said a new voice, suddenly speak in my head with all the cloying subtlety of a nineteen year old drunk outside a bar, "aren't you just dreammmy."

[laylawyatt]

The Crucial Role of Roustabout Services in Energy Development

Roustabout services play a crucial role in energy development by providing essential support in oil and gas operations. Roustabouts perform a variety of manual tasks, including equipment maintenance, repairs, and general labor, ensuring the smooth functioning of drilling sites and production facilities. Their versatile skills make them integral to the efficiency and safety of energy projects, emphasizing the vital contribution of roustabout services to the overall success of oil and gas development.

[gladosisstillalesbian]

in honor of portal day, have this screenshot of a post I made in 2019 two blogs ago

Transcript:

[“honestly when I look at portal all I see is female power fantasies

like!! everything that glados is is a redemption for caroline. everything about how glados operates and what she likes and why she does what she does is a reclamation of the agency that caroline didn't have.

-caroline has to stay tight-laced and "proper" in order to make the company look good? glados sings, glados makes stupid jokes for no one's benefit except her own, glados gets angry and gets weird and gets whatever she wants to

-caroline has to curb her own intellect in order to avoid threatening the egos of the men around her? glados isn't just smart, she's clever, she's wily, she shows off the knowledge she has and does the science that she wants to do

-Caroline has to keep quiet and avoid voicing her opinion? glados has as many captive audiences as she wants, forever and ever, and by god if they aren't going to hear her every single thought

-caroline has to take abuse and misogyny and keep smiling? glados takes none of that- the scientists who tried to control her are wiped out, the man who thinks he can do her job better than she can is ruthlessly removed, anything and anyone who might threaten her is destroyed without a thought

-caroline puts up with a terrible man her whole life? boom glados is a lesbian no men needed

and chell!! chell is for every woman who is afraid of their power, who is worried about appearing too "strong" or too "angry," chell exists for every woman to look at and say, "this is who I could be if I wasn't afraid to do what I need to do to survive." chell doesn't make anyone's life easier at the cost of her own comfort, chell isn't afraid to be strong and buff and athletic (and mean when she needs to be). chell is for women who want to own their intellect without worrying about being ~refined~ and want to take no shit from anyone, whoever they are and whatever authority they have over her, chell is for women who don't want to make niceties or spare anyone's feelings, chell is for women who aren't afraid.

the women of portal tell us that it's okay to be loud or quiet or angry or weird or silly or powerful and fuck anyone who tries to keep us from being those things”

screenshotted tags which read: #god. do i need to buy portal?????

“yeah!!!”

end transcript./]

[stilltrails]

I love the idea of Bilbo making the decision to take Thorin to the shire during the year for his mental health. Bilbo is very perceptive of Thorin's health, both mental and physical, and knows the Throne demands a lot of out of him.

And he sees how it crushes Thorin daily. He fears for his livelihood, and knows strangely enough that always being in Erebor isn't great for him.

The Company sees it too. The trembling hands. The nightmares. The skipped meals. The bags under his eyes. Everyone moved on, but Thorin did not. And it's killing him.

So he'll take Thorin to the Shire for a little under half a year. It gives Fili a time to learn to run things, and gives Thorin an opportunity to step away from the throne and clear his head.

The trauma he went through from the exile to the reclamation of Erebor stays with him, and being in Erebor all the time makes it worse.

Bilbo may not be overly fond of being in the Shire, and being made a spectacle by his species or fending off his good name and reclaiming silverware is not something he wants to spend his summers doing. But the politics of hobbits in the Shire bother Thorin considerably less than the politics of Erebor do.

And Bilbo and the company knew that keeping Thorin would kill him. So once a year, Bilbo grits his teeth, trades his dwarven wear for his traveling, again, and takes Thorin to the Shire.

And one year, they come back with Frodo.

[vee-vee-writes]

Bilbo's Little Sapling (Company x Bilbo's daughter!reader)

Request by @that-teen2003: "Reader (adult) is bilbos daughter (yes biological) readers mother and bilbo had a one night stand and reader was given to bilbo. When the company arrived to bilbos they all take notice of some things not really meant for a hobbit hole, but they don’t question bilbo. Once everyone is there they bring up how bilbo will help them, but he says no because he has his baby girl to look after. The company along with Gandalf and shocked, bilbo goes on and says his little sapling cant be alone. They all here this and slightly back off, but still persistent, but image there shock when his daughter walks through the door, taller then Gandalf and bloody from the deer she hunted. She ends up joining her father one the quest, but not without a few of the dwarfs flirting with her along the way, as well as them finding out how scary a father hobbit can be when it comes to his daughter."

Notes: I really hope you like it! I intend to write a part two to fit the last bit of your request about protective dad Bilbo :)

Read Bilbo's daughter POV

The rolling hills and greens of the Shire were nothing like this company of dwarves were used to. Here the folk seemed gentle, as if hardship and horror had never tainted a single day of their lives, and only somewhat weary to strangers. Each home built gently into the green hills and rich earth of the Shire, small well-kept gardens framing their doorways. However, one hobbit hole stood out as a stark contrast to the rest.

Bag End had all the notable features of a luxurious hobbit hole. Framed with plush greens and scatterings of blooming flowers, a large front lawn, and a twine woven fence, it was a peaceful sight that any respectable hobbit would be jealous of. However, each dwarf who trekked up the small dirt stairs noted some oddities. The most notable was the large axe propped up in the entrance way. It was far to big for the average hobbit and was most certainly not of dwarven craft. No, it had to belong to a human but what it was doing there was a mystery. By all accounts the race of man did not live in the Shire, with Bree being the closest settlement.

Yet each shrugged it off, as long as Gandalf or the hobbit hadn’t invited any unwanted guests then there was no reason to think to deeply upon it. Still, one could not help but spot similar oddities throughout the home as they made themselves comfortable. The abnormally big armchair, fine china sets that could feed two hobbits at a time, and the pair of boots that Bofur had stumbled over when he’d entered. What hobbit wore shoes?

Nevertheless, they kept their opinions to themselves after finding Bilbo to be the only occupant. Feasting, drinking, belching, and merriment ensued as the dwarven band dined in a luxury they were seldom afforded. While the arrival of Thorin certainly had muted the celebrations considerably, excitement still ran high at the prospect of beginning the journey for the reclamation of their home.

The refusal of the hobbit to join their adventure had not been unexpected either. Gandalf had warned them that Bilbo may be hesitant to join them at first but would ultimately change his mind. What no one had expected was the revelation that Bilbo had a daughter, a seemingly young one at that.

“What why on earth would I join as a burglar, I’ve never stolen a thing in my life! Besides, I have my own young sapling to look after, she can hardly be left here to fend for herself, and I certainly won’t risk her on some journey to the ends of Middle Earth to fight a dragon. I’m sorry but no, I won’t do it” Bilbo had dramatically exclaimed. Murmurs of disappointed agreement had met his declaration., the road was no place for a youngling.

Bilbo had long since retired to his private room, the excitement of his uninvited visitors having worn him ragged. The company had made themselves comfortable in one of Bilbo’s sitting rooms, repurposing couches and armchairs for makeshift beds. It was as they began to bunk down for the night that the fright of their life had come.

As the hour of the gods struck a thundering sound breached the tranquility of Bag End, shaking the walls around them. Immediately each of the dwarves had sat up in alarm. It was unlikely an orc raiding party had strayed this far, even if they had somehow caught the scent of dwarf, but one could never be too sure. Through the doorway a faint light could be seen growing closer, a single set of heavy footsteps accompanying it. There was no doubt that each dwarf was cursing having stripped of sword, mace and bow at the door.

A lone looming figure suddenly appeared in the door, the soft light of the single candle it carried doing little to light up its features. Yet even though the shadows obscured the persons finer details, one thing was for certain. This figure was no hobbit, height alone gave it away. Gandalf was tall by human standards, but this figure may have given even him a run for his money. Daring to move, Dori had struck a match and begun lighting the nearest oil lamp with shaking hands.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my home” the stranger shrieked, “where is my father? What have you done to him? You’d better answer me now!” By now the oil lamp had chased away some of the shadows and the intruders face could be seen. Despite the tall stature of the woman before them, indicating human or elvish parentage, obvious hobbit-like features could be picked out. There was no doubt, you had to be Bilbo’s daughter, but you were certainly no sapling.

“I…we were invited here by a wizard, Gandalf the Grey, to meet with the hobbit Bilbo Baggins. Might I…that is to say...why are you covered in blood” Ori had stuttered out, the first of the stunned troop to find his voice. “I see, and where might my father be?” the woman answered ignoring Ori’s question. “Recovering from the shock of this evening’s news and festivities in his quarters no doubt” Bofur answered, having gathered his wits. Before the woman could answer him Thorin had interrupted. “You never answered the question, who’s blood is that and who are you” he demanded, rising to his feet.

The commotion had roused both Gandalf and Bilbo both of whom appeared in a flustered hurry behind the mystery woman. Seeming unsurprised by the scene both had relaxed somewhat upon seeing her, though Bilbo still glanced wearily at the dwarves. “For gods sakes you could at least try to clean up after coming back from hunting. Honestly, anyone would think that I hadn’t raised you to be a respectable hobbit, (Y/N)!” Bilbo exclaimed throwing his hands up in annoyance, “where’d you leave it this time. It better not be on my rug, you know how old it is. A family heirloom.”

“I left it on the doorstep once I saw all of their gear” (Y/N) jabbed a finger in the company’s direction, “I didn’t know you were expecting company, I was worried when I first saw it all. I thought some ragtag band of robbers had broken into Bag End.” Bilbo took in a deep exasperated breath, rolling his eyes at his daughters antics. “And what you thought you would come in and play the hero? Honestly what were you thinking? I know you like to hunt, even though I’d rather you not, but you’re not exactly a trained soldier are you” Bilbo snapped back. The company watched in amusement, all tension having melted away once it had become certain who the mystery woman was. If the hobbit and his daughter were to actually join them there was no doubt it would at least provide a bit of entertainment.

[transit-fag]

What's your 'murica gets its head out of its ass wishlist' for urban planning and other major policy shifts?

Mine is:

Left side driving

Changing to metric already

Universal income, extra for disabled people

Universal healthcare for everyone in any part of the US

Defund the world spanning military, grant statehood or subsidized independence to our colonies. Maybe just like idk patrol our own waters and skies perhaps?

Defund the police, and create community outreach orgs to help all suffering ppl, including jerks who struggle so much they think killing ppl is ever okay.

Establish limits on copyright law being 20 years like patents. (With none of the bullshit loopholes)

Establish that all intellectual property deemed a public good by someone kind is forced into the public domain irrevocably. (Careful I will rant about the patent on heated boxes or life saving meds)

Requiring any company that operates in the US to pay taxes to the US, and hold their executives responsible for damages to anything or one they cause.

Public trains to/from anywhere with more than double digit population. Some other form of public transit that gets its own lane at least for anywhere that is infeasible.

Make safe, secure, private, and well made housing, a right and not a commodity.

Make food a right.

Make clothes a right.

Make good internet a right.

Make electricity a right.

Make privacy a right.

Make education an unlimited right.

All people in the US are eligible for all rights and protections etc. (Citizenship is not a requirement to be treated well)

Ban plastics in anything where natural materials are better.

Subsidize growing actual food people want to eat, not industrial resources.

Ban golf courses anywhere they cannot naturally survive.

Exclude all organizations from exerting powers like the law except for the government.

Anyone making disproportionate use of a public good like water, transportation, etc, gets taxed proportionately. (Semi trucks bad, trains good)

Provide water reclamation resources to areas without renewable clean water, no matter the cost.

Require that people in any position of power be good kind people.

Make rule of law actually mean something, if the law applies to everyone equally than enforce it equally. (Including the government and military)

Make corporations not legally people (they aren't)

No nukes or WMDs

Give NASA 10% the national budget or smth, they deserve it.

Require that companies pay the union dues of their employees.

Encourage unions.

Make the NSA about aquatic biology instead. Say the National Aquatic Association or smth.

No guns in civilization, wilderness or rural only for civilians.

Disband the CIA.

Full audits of the government all the time, no classified or secret bullshit. With great power comes great scrutiny and actual responsibility.

Establish an actual nationwide recycling system to turn trash into compost or useful materials.

Establish restorative justice practices nationwide.

I uh went off a bit sorry, I miss anything?

I agree with most of this except left side driving, that is an evil British scheme.

Also how the fuck do you require people in power to be "good kind people" do you not see how that could be abused, it's completely subjective

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[reality-detective]

Inside the Deep-State Cloning Labs: Clones, Doubles, Actors, and CGI—The Greatest Show On Earth 🍿

Biden was already old. Gray hair. But look closely: Hair style. Complexion. Nose structure. Chin. Mouth. Does it all align? Or are we staring at something far more sinister?

The excuses keep coming: Plastic surgery. Aging. But is that enough to justify the glaring differences? No. It’s time to pull back the curtain.

The Cloning Agenda Unveiled 👇

Reports suggest Biden isn’t Biden. A clone, failing before our eyes. His voice altered, his features disintegrating, and yes—his ears seem to be falling off his face. This is no accident.

The Kamino Corporation—a shadowy operation behind these clones—was allegedly approached by the DNC in 2019. By April, Biden’s clone was ready to run for office. The model? A T-1000, initially flawless but now deteriorating rapidly. And it’s not just him. Sources suggest Marjorie Taylor Greene herself could be another clone—crafted from the same tech.

Widespread Clone Recall in Progress 👇

The cloning company is now recalling their T-series models after mass failures. Nancy Pelosi, Olsen twins, Guy Fieri, Boris Johnson, Tom Brady—all suspected clones. The fix? A sinister "patch" of hydroxychloroquine and adrenochrome, designed to slow cellular decay but incapable of erasing character flaws.

Executions, GITMO, and Replacements 👇

Tribunals authorized by Trump’s Executive Order have reportedly been running since 2019. Charges? Treason, crimes against humanity. Results? Executions. Clones and doubles now serve as placeholders, masking the truth until the public awakens to the depths of their depravity.

Inside the Labyrinth: Revelations from a Deep-State Scientist 👇

Captured in 2023, a cloning scientist unveiled the horrifying scope of the operation. These clones, designed to live only three years, are summoned back to reclamation centers before their programmed expiration. There, they’re dissolved in acid and replaced by new facsimiles.

He revealed that Joseph Biden has had three clones released since 2012. The real Biden? Some speculate that possibly he was eliminated under Obama’s regime. Each clone is equipped with a microchip—a GPS, health tracker, and a recall system ensuring secrecy.

The Rabbit Hole Runs Deep 👇

This conspiracy is not just about politics. It’s about control, deception, and domination. The exposure of these clones forces us to confront the hidden hands pulling the strings. Who else among us is real?

Stay Vigilant. The storm is here.

We’ve waited for years… and now it’s here. The Deep State’s downfall has begun, and nothing can stop it now. 🤔