#responsible consumption

[peachesingreece]

Reminder to avoid buying anything crochet new from big stores. Crochet (unlike knit) CANNOT be done by a machine and must be done by an actual human being. The person who made it was definitely not paid an appropriate amount for their labour. Most big stores use sweatshops anyway and I know it’s hard to completely avoid buying anything from a major store. But if those specific items don’t sell, we can send a message to companies that we don’t want items made fully by hand using slave labour

This summer, avoid any new crochet items. You don’t need THAT specific top that badly

[monsterkong]

Rethinking Our Disposable Culture: How to Spend Wisely and Sustainably in the 21st Century 🌍💚

As we delve deeper into the 21st century, our society stands at a crossroads. The path we've been on—characterized by a growing throwaway culture fueled by increased disposable income—is unsustainable. It's time to consider how we might turn the tide.

The Economics of Disposability

Disposable income has undoubtedly improved living standards for many. Yet, this financial flexibility has also led to an increase in disposable products, fast fashion, and rapidly obsolete technologies. This trend is economically beneficial in the short term but environmentally and socially detrimental in the long run. 📉🌎

Rethinking Consumption

To mitigate the impact of throwaway culture, a shift in consumer mentality is essential:

Value-Based Spending: Align your spending with your values. If sustainability matters to you, support brands that prioritize eco-friendly practices.

Invest in Repairability: Choose products designed for longevity and that can be easily repaired, reducing the need to buy new.

Community Engagement: Get involved in or start local initiatives that promote sustainable living, from community gardens to tool-sharing libraries.

Policy and Change

Policy change can also drive significant shifts. Advocating for regulations that require producers to be responsible for the lifecycle of their products can decrease the volume of waste generated.

By adjusting how we view and utilize our disposable income, we can combat the rise of throwaway culture. It's about creating a future where we value what we own, understand the true cost of disposability, and choose a sustainable path forward. 🌍💚

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[raffaellopalandri]

Book of the Day - Less is More

Today’s Book of the Day is Less Is More: How Degrowth Will Save the World, written by Jason Hickel in 2021 and published by Windmill Books. Jason Hickel is an economic anthropologist, author, professor, and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts. His research focuses on global political economy, inequality, and ecological economics. Less is More, by Jason Hickel I have chosen this book because…

[motherhoodtherealdeal]

Join the toy swapping revolution: Introducing Whirli's sustainable subscription for smart parents

In the world of parenting, keeping up with our children’s ever-evolving toy preferences is a challenge we all face. Beyond the financial strain, the environmental impact of constant toy purchases often goes unnoticed. With an average annual spend of £430 per child on toys, it’s time to explore a smarter, more sustainable solution in the form of toy swapping that not only benefits our wallets but…

[market-insider]

The Transformative Journey of the Bioplastic Packaging Industry

The global bioplastic packaging market size is expected to reach USD 50.57 billion by 2030. The growth of the global plastics packaging industry is likely to be driven by the increasing consumption of plastics in packaging food, beverages, cosmetics, personal care, and consumer goods.

Gain deeper insights on the market and receive your free copy with TOC now @: Bioplastic Packaging Market Report

Bioplastics are plastics that are made from renewable sources such as corn, sugarcane, potato, wheat, rice, vegetable oil, or cellulose. There are two types of bioplastics, namely biodegradable plastics and non-biodegradable plastics. Biodegradable plastics include polylactic acid, starch blends, PBAT, and PBS, while non-biodegradable plastics include polyethylene, polyethylene terephthalate, polyamide, and polytrimethylene terephthalate.

Bioplastic packaging is considered to be an environment-friendly solution and helps enhance the final product’s appearance. Growing usage of bioplastics in flexible packaging is expected to fuel market growth. The growing demand for food, due to the rising global population, is a key factor driving the demand for flexible packaging. Moreover, the packaged food industry in the U.S. and Europe has grown tremendously in recent years. Furthermore, increasing concerns regarding toxins in petrochemicals, along with depleting crude oil reserves, are driving the development of bio-based polymers.

Regulations by most governments restricting the consumption of petroleum-based plastics in certain applications such as food packaging and medical devices are expected to further incentivize bioplastic production in the plastics industry. However, the high cost as compared to conventional plastics is a major factor restraining the market growth. Currently, low prices of conventional plastics are making it difficult for bioplastics to achieve competitive pricing.

[healthtips-healthylife1234]

Embrace Healthy Drinking Habits

[attheideality]

10 Ways Sustainable Living Can Benefit You and the Planet

Welcome to The Ideality, where we dive into the transformative world of sustainable living. In today’s article, we will explore the profound impact that embracing a sustainable lifestyle can have on both you and the planet we call home. Sustainable living is not just a trend; it’s a mindset and a commitment to making conscious choices that prioritize the well-being of our environment, society,…

[egophiliac]

Do you play genshin impact or honkak a

Star rail?

I don't play Honkai, but I've just started looking into Genshin Impact's story (someone described Neuvillette's character to me and I was like. hmm. HMM.) I haven't gotten far yet -- really JUST started looking at it -- but I'm looking forward to more! :D

(I know almost nothing about these characters yet, I'm probably drawing them SUPER wrong, sorry)

[cowboyshadows]

Okay yandere ex husband Simon who refuses to leave you alone. A more sinister, reversed version of this

Cw: stalking, obsessive behaviour, gun violence (inflicted by reader), paranoia and gaslighting (indirect), repeated home invasions, there's no sexual content but this is still non-con and dark. Minors DNI and adults please heed warnings. Dead dove do not eat.

It’s always deliberate. Subtle enough—if you didn’t know him, you’d think it’s a genuine slip-up. If you didn’t know what he was capable of, maybe you’d have brushed it off as complacence.

Alas… you’re wiser than this. You know that. He knows that, and mocks you still with the assumption of naïveté.

Deliberate as it may be, its always small. Harmless. A dried tulip petal resting on your pillow. The careful arrangement of your knicker drawer disturbed with a slight crease. A bottle of his favourite brand of whiskey in the fridge—unopened. An invitation. In your own home.

Outside, you feel it. At every turn of your car, there is always another behind. Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.

You feel it at grocery stores. It isn’t so much as one gaze—rather a cacophony of silent whispers and pairs of shifty eyes scrutinising you.

Your ex-husband is a ghost. You know he’s alive—but he refuses to be more than a looming, dark presence. It’s comforting in a way—when the dread settles and the effluent you’re left with is a familiarity.

And you let him. Hell, you hadn’t exactly been the most… genial ex-wife. You hadn’t even talked about it. He’d returned from a taxing deployment to what was once your shared flat, empty and stripped save for a document. He’d been served.

For all he’s worth, he’d taken it well. Signed, mailed, cleaned up. Expunged himself out of your life. Radio silence.

Except for… whatever this was. This lack of bothering, the eerie silence of being by yourself actually starting to resemble a low buzzing sound. Like that of a broken radiator.

The absence of warmth.

//

The two of you never had fights. It was always you bringing something up, him pointedly looking away, and under the rug would it be brushed.

You left because you knew that for a love to be sustained, you needed a spark. You needed that extra heat, that little inkling of passion—however mis-channeled—to show that you still cared.

And so far, no one but you was willing to add inkling to the fire.

Maybe you could chalk it up to his non-confrontational nature, but even the suggestion makes you laugh. Every time a man so much as smiled at you in public, you would have to prepare yourself for walking back to the car in the lot with heat on your ears, gazes searing into your backs. Yet another fight, yet another argument. But never with you.

Maybe you should’ve considered yourself lucky. Stressing out over nothing. Your biggest problem was that he gave you nothing. No trouble, no hankering for sex, no weaponised self incompetence. He was a ghost.

In some ways, he didn’t participate more in your life than when you were married as compared to now. But it still stings all the same.

You find yourself watching the clock hanging up by the wall behind your cubicle almost obsessively. If you slow down your breathing and really focus, you can hear the ticking of the seconds hand. The grinding of the gears. And it grounds you.

Your workplace has become your one haven. The one place you know he can’t reach you. The one place you know that if something weird happens, everyone will see it. And nobody will look at you with sorry glances when you announce you’re changing your locks again. Or that you’ve changed your number, installing cameras, redoing your shelves. When you’d tried to prove it to your mother like a fool once, that he’d been in your house that day and left a bottle of wine—only to be answered to an automated voice message letting you know he’s deployed.

But no matter how much you tried to change your life, he’d always find a way to correct it. To find you.

No one could understand. No one would ever understand. Why a sweet man who’s done so much for queen and country could ever do something so heinous. You had close to no credibility.

You were just the crazy woman spewing bullshit about how her war hero ex-husband was tormenting her for sport.

//

When you enter your home that day, keys jangling and legs stumbling, you smell it.

It wafts into your nostrils like a gas leak.

The undeniable scent of musk and grime. Mixed with laundry detergent that doesn’t irritate sensitive skin.

You drop your bags, falling to your knees. You let out a sharp breath, feeling the tears prick your eyes. He’d always been in your house. But this makes it all tangible. All so real. Not just chalked up to your imagination and a few maybes.

Below your television rests a box—small, dainty. With shaking hands, you lift it and contemplate whether to open it.

Could it be possible that he wanted to kill you? No, if he wanted to kill you he’d have done it ages ago. This can’t be a bomb.

He wouldn’t do that to you. Right?

There’s a lingering dread pooling in your gut when you slowly raise the lid. Your engagement ring.

Nothing more, nothing less. Just a silver band with a small jewel in the middle, shoved into the cushioning of the box.

What is this? Is he proposing? In his own sick, twisted way?

You snap the box shut, letting it fall haphazardly to the floor. Like clockwork, your phone rings. An unknown number. But you know who it is. You always know.

“Goddammit, Simon, leave me alone!” you sob, voice shakier than you’d like it to be. There was no time to pretend or present a strong front.

Heavy breathing on the other end.

You cry more, hand reaching up to cup your mouth and stop your wails. Voice frustrated and exasperated.

“Don’ cry,” a distorted voice mutters. To no avail.

The call disconnects before you can hear anything else. You rise to your feet, only to be met with a rattle of your windows.

Enough to spook you, but not enough to warrant a check. It could’ve been the wind.

You walk pensively into your room, immediately reaching to card through your drawers with reckless abandon. Nothing had been changed. Everything was exactly the way it was.

Another rattle makes you freeze still, the location of the sound shifting with your movements. It had been the kitchen window first, and now your bedroom window. The curtains were drawn no doubt, so you had not an inkling of an idea whether he was outside your house right now.

In a final Hail Mary, you pull out your battered copy of the DaVinci Code. You let the heavy bound cover fall to the side to reveal a precisely cut out shape for a pistol. You pick up the pistol resting in the cavity, flip open the safety, and move closer to your window.

You don’t know what your game plan is. Show him that you weren’t gonna take this lying down, perhaps. That you’re serious about this shite. You’ve lost yourself, and he’s succeeded.

When another rattle sounds out, without thinking you fire a bullet in the general direction of the sound. You hear a few sounds of feet shuffling, confirming your suspicions.

You drop your gun, and immediately dart to your front door. Maybe it is a stupid decision to move out of the safety of your house right now. But you had important things to deal with.

When you sit in your car, your hand feels empty. You should’ve brought the gun.

But Simon wouldn’t hurt you. Hopefully.

There’s a certain quality to your walk—paranoid, dodging. Like you’re afraid he’d jump out from anywhere in his own drive way.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and against your better judgement, you answer the call. You’re about to bite back a spiteful response when a strained voice interjects.

“Walk away,” distorts on the line. “You don’ wan’ to do this.”

In a final act of your anger crescendoing, you end the call abruptly.

Just as you’re about to ring the doorbell, a familiar voice sounds out behind you. The reaction your body has to his deep timbre, unfiltered by a distorter, is visceral. It has your knees shaking and your heart thumping.

“What are you doin’ here?” There’s something different to it. The accent is the same as the calls, but the cadence is off. The pitch is off. And there’s no strain to it.

Your phone buzzes again, and you stare at the number on it. Craning your neck, you see the familiar brutish silhouette of your ex-husband, both hands occupied with hefty grocery bags. You answer it, placing it on speaker.

“’S not jus’ him, love.”

[raffaellopalandri]

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[chrollohearttags]

tiktok was the worst thing that could’ve ever happened to the fanfic space and I stand on that lmao.

[gomzdrawfr]

I don't know if you take any more requests, but I was scrolling through my Insta feed and saw a panda famous for being "onigiri (triangle rice ball) shaped."

Can we have a triangle gomz?

I hope you meant like hua hua the panda cuz i love that panda

[agnesandhilda]

do you think kaiser is normal about money

[navybrat817]

I can't bring myself to read hold you tight because it's dark. Sorry.

No need to apologize, nonnie. I would never force a reader to read anything of mine, and I'm glad that you're making a decision to put yourself first. HYT is a dark fic and part of a dark universe, and I try to warn accordingly with each part. I write a range from soft to dark, fluff to smut. It's all sorts of nonsense here.

The only thing I ask is that writers aren't given grief for writing darker content (which you didn't do), especially when tagged and warned as such.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[jorrated]

betterhelp is a shit service and horribly capitalizes on peoples mental health, but it somehow makes me madder when people people make ad reads for them saying that therapy "makes you happier and helps you relax :)". bitch therapy isnt you gossiping with a dude its a healing tool that its sometimes uncomfortable and thats necessary for you to confront with some issues within yourself

[uovoc]

From tumblrposting it may appear that I spend all my time thinking about fictional characters. However that takes up only about 10% of my time. I have wide and varied interests. Including birding. And figuring out how to lean FIRE.