#satt-2184

[allisoso]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

[pimpscarface]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2023. What are they doing?

[girlside]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing? They are smoking weed and popping ketamine but only in micro doses of course. So they are totally zoned out and believe anything woke from any freakin’ source. So their brains were over cooked long before earth temperatures doubled. Too bad they were incapable of critical thinking!

[reneallday222]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing? They surely Musn’t be cooperating with the terms that the star people put in place.

[epikgamrr]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

[maybeyond]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

[galeanodesigns]

My Silent Knowing 🦉🕰️👁️

You may choose to look the other way but you can never say again that you did not know.” —William Wilberforce, British politician and abolitionist #endhumantrafficking

[capricornicalqueen]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

Assisting the liberation of Africa from colonial powers. Taking out the billionaires because we’re being too polite about it.

[that1999bitch-blog]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

Them motherfuckers drinking Muscato and Bacardi, securing the bag and flexing on them hoes.

[sortaspecialish]

hi guys

[factorylad]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

A startup that makes fuel cells

[tartosaroyals]

I posted 574 times in 2022

That's 568 more posts than 2021!

169 posts created (29%)

405 posts reblogged (71%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thegrimalldis

@heir-less

@royalhouseofcarrington

@thedevilliers

@simshousewindsor

I tagged 9 of my posts in 2022

#tumblr milestone - 5 posts

#show and tell time - 3 posts

#satt-prompt - 3 posts

#satt-writing-prompt - 3 posts

#show and tell - 3 posts

#satt - 3 posts

#soundcloud - 1 post

#writing prompt - 1 post

#satt-2184 - 1 post

#500 likes - 1 post

Longest Tag: 19 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#4

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#3

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#2

Hai! I know no one probably asked for this but I feel like doing it and hopefully Victoria’s coronation comes Wednesday .(fingers crossed🤞 ) a list of Victoria grandkids (order: line of succession)

Crown Princess Laura

2nd - Princess Elisabeth,Duchess of Henford

3rd - Princess Alyssa

4th - Prince Oliver,Duke of Ward

5th - Prince Arthur,Duke of Borne

Princess Juliette,Duchess of Kensington

7th - Princess Colette,Marchioness of Kensington

8th - Prince Christopher, Earl of Kensington

9th - Prince Benjiman, Viscount of Kensington

10th a future Princess 👸

Princess Anastasia

12th - Prince Javier

13th - Prince Desmond

14th - Princess Alexandra

Princess Lilly,The Princess Royal

16th - Prince Eric

17th - Prince Anthony

18th - Princess Anastasia

Prince Charles, Duke of Warborough

20th - Princess Anne

21st - Prince Charles

22nd - Princess Hannah

23rd - Princess Victoria

Prince Maurice, Duke of Lessex & Morrelson

25th - Princess Aurora

26th - Princess Anne

27th - Prince James

28th - Prince Noah

Prince Leo, Duke of Arlington

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My #1 post of 2022

I would like to go out if my way to thank @miraraeblog , @thegrimalldis , @thedevilliers , @warwickroyals & more for giving me advice and inspiring me for starting me Royal story❤️👑. I am extremely honored to receive advice from these excellent story writers!

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[lilsleepybear]

I posted 528 times in 2022

That's 528 more posts than 2021!

8 posts created (2%)

520 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@njwolf2376

@anisa6562

@his-thoughts99

@provocative-notions

@imsureyoudeserveaspanking

I tagged 6 of my posts in 2022

#exquisite - 1 post

#happy pride 🌈 - 1 post

#pride - 1 post

#writing prompt - 1 post

#show and tell time - 1 post

#satt-prompt - 1 post

#satt-writing-prompt - 1 post

#satt-2184 - 1 post

#show and tell - 1 post

#satt - 1 post

Longest Tag: 19 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#4

Rules: Go to pinterest and type in “[your name] core aesthetic” and create a moodboard using the first nine images. No need to reveal what your name actually is!

1 note - Posted December 6, 2022

#3

Oh the arrangements we could make…

1 note - Posted December 2, 2022

#2

Soulmates aren't just lovers, they're friends too. Your soulmates will naturally recognize you and align with you. They make you feel seen, heard, understood, appreciated, supported and loved.

1 note - Posted December 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

‘I could eat your pussy all day long, princess,’ he growled against me before swirling his tongue over my clit.

Sign me up.

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[denimfffyren]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

[camomile-t]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

As they poured out of the doorway, frantically scrambling to their feet, we looked at them with, quite frankly, justified uncertainty.

I think we were justified, at least. I mean, what would you do if you’re at the park with your girlfriend and suddenly, boom, a portal has materialised and a bunch of spontaneously-created hippies are running at you?

I held her hand a little tighter, and sat paralysed by shock as they continued to pour out of the door.

After about two dozen of them lay in a heap outside the portal, they began to stand up, brush themselves off. One of them seemed to emerge as a leader, a tall, dark-skinned lady wearing a green shirt and cap. From her breast pocket, she pulled a small black rectangle decorated with a red button, and when she clicked it, the door disappeared with a, to be honest, quite unimpressive flash of light. Looking back, they must have had quite a low budget.

My girlfriend sat with her jaw dropped, eyes fixed on where the door had been. She murmured to me, “What the fuck?”

I ran a thumb over the back of her hand. “It’s probably just a flash mob.” The lady in green started to approach me, reaching into her breast pocket again and pulling out a clipboard that was way too big to have been in that tiny square. “Just play along, love,” I muttered, before readying myself for some unwanted audience participation.

In retrospect, I should have known that flash mobs didn’t get special effects.

She walked up to where we were sitting, a small patch of grass off the main path, and crouched next to me, clipboard at the ready.

“So! This is 2022, correct?”

I laughed awkwardly. I mean, what do you say to that? I just assumed she was an actor, drunk, or possibly some combination of the two.

“Sure is.”

She grimaced, and looked around.

“Why aren’t you all panicking?”

My eyebrow raised in skepticism, I probed her with further questions.

“Why would we be panicking?”

“According to our studies, this is the last possible year for humanity to change their habits and save the Earth from a devastating collapse due to rapidly rising temperatures. You guys are the last generation of majority-organic humans. Don’t you want to keep it that way?”

At this point my disbelief had evolved into confusion, I felt like a child being asked why the sky was blue.

“I don’t understand, your studies? And what do you mean about global warming, and organic humans and all that?”

Her eyes filled with a genuine sorrow.

“Do you not know yet?”

I shook my head slowly, feeling my fear rising by the second. She put a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“The Earth is dying.”

After a moment of silence, I laughed.

“Is that it?”

She withdrew her hand as if she had been burned by my callousness.

“Is that it?! Your planet, your home, it’s going to be inhabitable within two centuries!”

I smiled tiredly. “We all know that. We just can’t do anything about it. I’m trying to live my life, I recommend you and your,” I gesture vaguely at the 20-odd people now standing awkwardly in a huddle, “Troop of merry men do the same.”

With her face contorted into sorrow and shock, I was struck by a sudden guilt that I suppressed. It was just an experiment, after all. A pitch from some charity to make me feel guilty enough to donate.

She pulled out her clipboard, and turned it towards me. On it was a graph measuring time and temperature.

She pointed at a line marked ‘2022.’

“This is you. See how it’s right before that big spike?”

Her hand followed the exponentially rising line, until landing on a red dot reading ‘2184.’

“This is where I’m from. It’s too late, the damage is irreversible. We can’t do anything to fix it.”

She glanced between me and my girlfriend, who by now seemed on the verge of tears. She always was an animal lover.

“You can still do something.”

“What do you want me to do? I’m one person. I can’t do anything that would actually make a difference.”

She frowned at me.

“Can’t, or won’t?”

“What’s the difference?,” I snapped. “If you’re a time traveller, and that’s a big if, what did you think I was gonna do?”

She looked at the ground, fiddling with her fingers.

“We thought that you would know this was the last salvageable year, that you’d all be panicking, doing everything you can. We thought, that with our knowledge, we’d be able to guide you to create a better future for yourselves. Or present for us.”

I looked guiltily at the floor.

“Well you were wrong. We’re all just a bunch of little people who can’t do anything, and so nothing gets done.”

She plucked a blade of grass, weaved it between her fingers.

“What do you suggest we do, then, if you’re so certain? This was our last ditch effort. Do we just got further back, and ask again?”

I sighed deeply.

“It wouldn’t make a difference. Nobody cares about things until they’re already hurting people. They’ll just ignore the problem like we do.”

I averted my eyes, too ashamed to look at her.

“Like I’m ignoring you.”

She dropped the blade of grass, her eyes tracing its path as it drifted back to the ground.

“We don’t have grass anymore, where I’m from; I only ever saw it in diagrams. But I always wanted to feel it, y’know? In the flesh. I had it in my head somehow, that if I felt grass, if I could see something growing again, then I would know that I’ve done a good job. That I had done everything I could.”

She stood up, and I was cast in her looming shadow.

“I’ve done everything I could. But you?”

She looked at me, my girlfriend. Turned around, eyes flickering over the entire park.

“You haven’t done anything.”

As she turned to walk away, I felt some deep urge to justify myself to her. Beg her for redemption.

From the picnic basked my girlfriend and I had packed, I pulled a metal straw, jumped to my feet, and chased after her.

“Look.” I grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, slightly panting, my outstretched hand clutching the straw. “We try. We buy things that we can use again and again, instead of throwing them away the first time. That’s good, isn’t it? Isn’t that good?”

She took it from my palm.

Glared at me icily.

“I’ll be sure to put that in my report.”

She turned away again, leaving me standing there.

I watched as she rounded up her crew, pulled out the button from her breast pocket again, and clicked it. Again the door appeared, and she hurried them through. I stayed to see her leave, still frozen in place. She put one foot through the door, crouched, plucked a handful of grass. As she picked it up, I could see that the closer it got to the door, the more it started to spark. By the time her hand was next to the door, she was just holding a pile of ash.

She sprinkled it on the ground, and left.

The door shut.

***

I honestly believed it was just some stunt for a while.

The new year came and went. My girlfriend proposed in 2023, and we’ve been together for decades now.

That day always stayed in our minds, but we just accepted it as one of the weirder things in life, although we did donate significant amounts of our income to the WWF. For a while, anyway.

In 2024, the last male rhino died. It sucked to see the headlines, but we all saw it coming. Still sucked.

We adopted in 2025, a beautiful baby girl. Named her Jade.

2026, snow leopards became extinct in the wild. Only a few remained in captivity across the globe.

2027, the same with pandas, elephants, and giraffes.

2028. Hundreds of fish species, gone.

In 2029, Jade asked my wife what the fat unicorn she saw in the encyclopaedia was.

“It’s a rhinoceros, baby.”

“Can I pet one?”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, they aren’t around anymore.”

“What? Why?”

“A lot of reasons, Jay-jay.”

in 2030, weather was more extreme than I’d seen it in my whole life. A massive hurricane swept though pretty much the entire Northern hemisphere. Countries at the equator saw record breaking heatwaves.

The usual.

In 2035 when bees had to be in tightly controlled groups, led by environmental scientists, I started to worry a bit. This was around the time I started to realise she was right, the lady in green. It was unsalvageable now. Time seemed to pass quicker after that.

In 2040, I took a bad fall down an escalator. That’s what I get for rushing to work every day, I guess. In any case, I had a hip replacement, thanks to the NHS. It was not lost on me that I was no longer a fully organic human.

2050, Jade finished her degree, started rooming with a chap called Victor from her classes to save on rent. I knew from the first time I met him, they were gonna be together. The way she looked at him was just so familiar.

They married In 2054. My wife walked our daughter down the isle, and watching her come down that path for the second time was just… I fell in love all over again.

In 2056, I became a grandma. Little dude called Nicholas. Sweetest kid in the world. We visited every weekend.

2060. Nicky got sick. Just something going round, Jade had said, rubbing his back as he hacked up phlegm. “Kids get sick more often now, Mama. Something about germs liking the heat.”

2061. I wasn’t a grandma anymore.

The next year, 2062, Jade and Vic took a break. She moved back home. We were watching some news stream, cuddled up on the couch, when a familiar graph flashed on screen.

I choked on my tea.

“Mama, what’s wrong?”

“You alright, love?”

Wiping my mouth, I smiled. “All good, all good, just a bit hot.”

I went to the kitchen, and cried quietly.

2063, Jade and Victor got back together. They supported each other. It was nice.

2067, My wife’s lung collapsed. Not a big deal. We just got a replacement. No strenuous exorcise, the doctor said. She just laughed. “I’m near seventy! The only strenuous exercise I get is adjusting the thermostat!”

The AC was nearly always on these days. It got uncomfortably hot otherwise.

2070. It became illegal to breed long-haired cats and dogs. It was deemed inhumane, as they would so often die of heat exhaustion. I shed a tear for the stuffed pomeranian teddy Nicky hugged while he was in hospital. Jade still had it somewhere. She said she wanted to get a pommie in his memory, way back when. Guess that’s a pipe dream.

2079.

My wife died.

Can’t replace that.

2084. I’ll be dead within the decade, statistically. It doesn’t matter much anyway.

We’d all be dead in a hundred years.

I’m writing down what she said, the lady in green. Somehow I still remember it perfectly.

When I think back to all the time between then and now, it makes me think she was wrong, about 2022 being the last year to do something.

I had so many thousands of days to do something.

I didn’t.

Most of us won’t.

I’m too old now. I can’t walk much on my own, but I eat clean. Take care of my garden, for what few controlled colonies of bees remain.

I don’t buy things unless I need to, I pass on things I don’t need.

Nothing huge.

Just lots of little things.

If all the little people started sooner, maybe it wouldn’t have ended up like this.

Ah well. It is what it is, because of how we were.

I wonder what will be left, in a hundred more years?

[lordofwought]

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

Going on a holy anachronistic crusade to save the world.