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"..this is what you wanted to show me?"
"Superior to your filthy earthan oceans, isn't it?"
"..shut up zim."
#zadr#zadf#iz zadr#invader zim#iz#zim#invader zim dib#dib membrane#irk#irken empire#irken architecture#i feel like irk doesnt have very many natural beaches left#but there are a few rare ones#and because of the irken allergies they are the clearest water you'll ever fucking see#no pollutants#no micro plastics#Irken laws make SURE their water is clear#they dump all their trash on waste planets anyway#irkens are such a prideful species you think they wouldnt make sure their planet is in absolute PERFECT condition?#all the more reason why what zim did during impending doom one was such a horrible offense#anyways i spent seventeen hours on this over the course of several days and my hands hate me#please enjoy it <3#p l e a s e.#my art
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Ooooooh love that concept, pls continue :0
Since this au was just in the brainstorming phase and I'm still gathering some ideas and references to this story so bear with me here, anon ^^')
Ehem.
Okay, Imagine that when the heroes thought the galaxy was safe when all the power spheres were secured, when all considered bad guys were gone for good, people were entrusting more to TAPOPS as they will always ensure the safety of each planet. And with all those new generations of heroes are more ready to face the threat than ever.
Nothing will worry them, right?
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Woke up,
Collect the dump,
Mold it into solid cubes using the cube molder tool.
Send it to the big boss at Gogo Ba's Barter Shop,
Get some food, then
Go home.
That's the daily order that he pinned in his brain. Simple for us as trash workers to not do political and complicated things like most Gur'latans to present new game-breaking systems; have no fear of death to survive in the harsh fields of Baraju; ensure billions of living beings to farm supplies and goods in Rimbara; or think revolutionary to manage the logistics and transportations like people of Windara.
No, Gugura is the last nation to end your life and once you move in, there will be no escape. Only higher-ranking citizens were allowed to go in and out of this city. Therefor, why do people visit this nation of scraps? The place barely has eye-catching sights and the only souvenirs for tourists were the bunch of cube-shaped leftovers' irons, woods, and any waste kinds you'll find.
Despite the fact it's a country of all wanted list persons that were mostly thrown by the Cubulus' authorities, Gugura is a fine city for this young teenager to live in. His life was already covered in the present and future. Does that mean he made a bad accusation that made him displaced into this area?
That part was still a mystery to the boy with a single white highlight in the middle of his black messy hair. He never remembered where he was born, his profile, even his name. All he knew, the tag number embedded on his neck was clear enough to remember.
...Or so he thought.
.
'No were to run, _____! Hand over your power watch!'
'Never! Now _____!'
'Wha-?!'
'Teleportation Power!'
'NO!'
'Time Manipulation!'
'____ Hepta Split!'
'You little--!'
.
"#319!"
The sudden high shout erased the boy's dream into reality. "Y-yes sir?"
The cubed helmet soldier pointed the taser gun at the teen's stiffness, "Did I command you to rest?! No sleeping on the job!"
Without protest, #319 hurriedly continued scooping scraps near his feet and throwing them into a mine shaft. It created a whirring sound of gear moving from a cube machine behind him. No need to wait long as it released a perfect solid cube shape from preseed scraps.
The boy peeked at the soldier from his window eye. The man already turned around to inspect the other workers in front of him. It made him at ease for a moment. The boy looked in his pocket and reached out for a small item he found not long ago.
A watch. Just a small, broken ordinary blank watch that he sure it would more useless to bargain for a slice of bread at Bago Go's. He should have put it along with other scraps in the shaft. He was not the kind of collector person unless it was useful and practical for his home. So what was different with this item? He never knew.
But....
That vision interrupts his routine for the fifth time this week. Ever since he found that watch, his peaceful daily work slowly bothered him. He could not sleep normally as that vision--no, nightmares that were done over and over like a broken record. Never once in his life he could shout such a high note while grabbing that old watch in tremor, as if his life depends on it in the next second.
If so, why was he still kept the cursed thing intact?
"....He's now under your supervision."
Hm?
"heh... well I'm in need for someone to replace my spot anyway."
A new replacement?
"You're in luck, Oju Ju! This youngster here is a keen eye for everything you missed, skillful and his snarkiness shows no mercy to command these workers. A perfect discipline for your replacement."
He turned around. A very peculiar shorter soldier who wears round helmet than other common taller and cube helmet ones. A human perhaps? Besides, did the higher ups are now recruiting new generations as well? To this nation? It did not matter to him anyways. Whether young or old, the boy should not underestimate them.
Especially with the new one who he bet from the height was as same as his age.
....
That's all for now!
In short, this is how Gempa and Solar met.
A bit fun fact, Some places like Bago Go's barter station are just a mere name as a legacy to the owners. Some characters are OCs but not too important since...I'm not the oc author. But I still want to interpret the similar traits from their ancestors. Also, I'm still trying to figure out when I use the original ones due to this concept.
Btw I got some inspiration to this au from another headcanon that I found in the same account.
Rough translation:
"What a plot twist indeed if that's the case, can't imagine how painful Oboi felt to join an organization that become spiteful"
Picture translate:
'The Kubulus nation is the creator of the power sphere, right? What if it turns out the purpose of Kokoci's joining TAPOPS is to collect all of them for himself? A bit wild but we can see it from the scene of Amato leaving from TAPOPS, can't we? Perhaps Amato realizes the Organisation's intention is not that pure, hahahah'
Whether it's true or not, it somehow a bit makes sense in a wild way. Oooooooh It would be an interesting twist and more in betrayal than Fang's statement in arc Gur'latan issue 24.
Anyway, apologies if you find any typos or weird meanings in my word choices.
#boboiboy#boboiboy galaxy#bbb#bbbg#yet if know the reference. I salute you#That's also how I imagine when the first time I know Gugura from movie 2#Now excuse me. I need to learn drawing for this story.#aaaaand learning more of english I guess.#bbbglxs2#boboiboy au#319 au#menjawab anon
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Isaac sounds like such and interesting and well rounded character dude. Also, loving some of the world building type stuff there, like, a man made planet? That really caught my interest, it's such a cool concept.
!!!! Oh thank you!! Im so glad you think its interesting
Yea so like!! Erzatsh started as an abandoned space station floating in the orbit of an earth-like planet. Among android folklore, its taboo to discard robotic parts in the areas where they live. The discarded parts are said to grow vengeful against the androids that replaced them (this has some truth to it; enough parts tossed together have been known to fuse together and create shambling replications of a fully-fuctioning android). After overpopulation of the planet and not enough places to dump android mech waste, they were like "oh hey remember that space station? We could stick them up there."
Couple dozen years go by and enough trash gathered onto the station, humans and non-superstitious androids started building a city out of the wreckage. After about 100 years, it was a full fledged planet a bit bigger than Pluto, an enormous planet-sized city and well known for its excellence in engineering. Things were going pretty great until biotechnology became all the rage. They finally had a solution to hunger, cost effective prosthetics (they could just grow them from cells), biowarfare, cost effective and lightweight building materials (grown bone), cloning, etc etc. This required live people, and healthy people were hard to find due to the pollution. Thats where the Red Market comes in. Organ trading run wild.
Anyway. Erzatsh went down the drain after this happened and just left the shell. Thats where we find the characters now
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reids (camera) roll
beaching
{full camera roll (masterlist of the blurbs) here}
some pics that some how end up in your camera roll when you’re dating spencer reid
“the jet is going under so maintenance, so we can’t leave until this evening. but feel free to enjoy the rest of your day”
the team just wrapped up a case in san fransico, and you had a day to kill
“so what’s the plan?”
you turned to spencer as you walked out of the precinct
“whatever you want to do will please me y/n”
you sighed and smiled at him
he was everything, he was easily the sweetest person to ever walk the planet, and somehow he ended up wanting to be by your side in all endeavors
you considered yourself lucky to say the least
“well, i know you don��t typically enjoy the beach...”
“no! well, yes i usually find the beach unpleasant but im sure we can make it fun. and anyways it’s too cold to swim, and that’s where i find most of my dissatisfaction”
“perfect! also there’s a cute little bakery and book store i know that i think you’ll enjoy”
“knowledge and pastries! my favorite”
you smiled at him as you started one of the suvs to the beach
spencer excitedly talked about the different type of sand in different geographical locations
you listened intently, making sure to ask questions not only to show spencer you were engaged, but you truly enjoyed his brain dumps
you turned a corner and spencer hissed at the sudden harsh light flashing in the car
you looked at him, and struggled the sun glasses out of your hair to give to him
“here”
“no! those are yours, i don’t want you blinded while driving”
“it’s fine spencer honestly i can see just fine, and i know with your pre-glaucoma condition it’s important to have uv protection”
“you’re right, can’t believe i forgot mine at home”
“spencer reid??? forgetting????? no way????”
he laughed as he put the sun glasses onto his face
you parked in front of the bakery, spencer filled his basket with all types of breads and sweets. you watched him like a kid in a candy store.
spencer was exceptionally nervous, constantly. his ordering anxiety was terrible so you always stepped in to ease his stress.
you two worked so well together in that way
after the pastries, came the literature. spencer and you spent a while looking the selection at the local store. eventually settling on the “beginners guide to foraging: living off the land” book for a joint read
“i can always stand to learn more about more sustainable ways to eat and take advantage of the foliage!”
he smiled as he started to scan the back of the book
he paid for the book and you two walked over to the beach, where you found a comfortable spot for eating bread and reading
you took turns reading out loud to each other, one would ready while the other ate pastries and vise versa
“... and that is the importance of being able to identify edible versus inedible grasses”
spencer handed the book to you for your to pick up where he left off, when there was a loud sound coming from the other end of the beach
“oh look y/n! a waste collection truck! i read up on the entire system of waste collection in california and more specifically the san francisco bay area! it’s fascinating really. the garbage men actually ride on the back of the trucks all throughout the city! honestly is a pretty cool job just for the experience of riding on the back of one of those trucks!”
after his rant he smiled, anxiously awaiting your response
“how cool, trash collection is actually a well paying job, do you wanna go up and see it?”
he nodded aggressively, so you cleaned up your spot and went running after the truck
you were admiring the truck and true to spencers word the garbage workers were hanging off the back of it
“that is so cool” spencer said wide eyed watching the truck slowly drive across the sand
“do you wanna ride on it? it looks like fun”
“oh god no i don’t wanna bother the workers”
“im sure they won’t mind”
“no y/n-“
before he could finish you already asked, to which they nodded
at this point you and spencer were jogging to keep up with the truck
“what are you waiting for pretty boy? the truck awaits you”
“WHAT WHY DONT YOU RIDE IT”
you knew deep down spencer really wanted to ride it, but he persisted for the sake of being polite
“look spencer i’m carrying a bunch of stuff! just hop on”
he gave in and jumped on the back of the truck, your sun glasses still covering his eyes, his hair flying behind him in the wind, and a laugh filling up the empty beach
“this is so fun y/n!”
you were still jogging next to the truck, he looked like he was having the time of his life
you pulled out a phone and snapped of picture of him hanging off the truck
eventually he hopped off and thanked the men who were working
“that was fun”
“i could tell”
“maybe the beach isn’t so bad”
“really?”
“yeah, the literature snacks and garbage collection services made it much better”
you nodded
he hooked both hands around your neck and rested his chin on your head and titled down to kiss your forehead
“and all of those things made the beach experience better, but you made it amazing”
you turned your head towards him a placed a kiss on his lips
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The love I paid for : Strippers and Shiganshina
+ Pairing : Modern!Eren x reader
+ Genre/ warnings : Modern au, Hard core smut Low-key smut , angst , fluff. Tw alcohol use, cursing , drug abuse strippers and sexual topics.
+ Word Count : 1.53k
(Erens Pov)
"I can't believe you Eren, you fucking cheated." "It was just one time Mikasa," She was looking at him, disbelief burned into her face. "Do you even hear yourself right now? It doesn't matter if it was just one time", the sarcasm in her words evident. "You still cheated on me, you fucking scum." "Okay, and what do you want me to do about it", sounding bored and somewhat nonchalant. "I-I you're unbelievable you know what we're done. I'm sick of this, I'm sick of your bullshit and being treated like crap by you."
He finally turned his full attention towards her and away from his computer, "Fine but on your way out I need you to pack your things", his voice cold and flat. She was stunned. "You're firing me?" "It's in your contract darling, I'm the reason you have this job if you lose me you lose this job."
"You know what, that's fine I don't care, You're a dick and a shit boss anyway. "Mhm'', he said, returning back to the paperwork in front of him. Mikasa turned sharply, her heels squeaking against the cold tile floor, slamming the door on her way out. Only a few minutes later Jean slowly opened the door, "What was that all about?" "She broke up with me." "Jesus, Jaeger. I'm so sorry man." "it's fine don't worry about it, but I do need your help hiring a new assistant. "Oh come on really", Jean slumped down in the leather seat in front of Eren. Eren looked at him with a quizzical expression on his face. "I just mean that's all you care about, you just got dumped by a girl you've dated for five years and your first thought is getting a new assistant." "Your point being?" "you need to take some time for yourself or do something other than work." "Shouldn't you be doing something other than giving me relationship advice? " "No, I shouldn't come on. After work me, you, Armin, Connie, Levi, and Erwin should go out and get drinks." "No." "Come on man, it's Friday night, and you have literally no reason not to." "I have a corporate brunch tomorrow."
"Oh bullshit, come on Eren. Come out with us, we'll get drinks and it'll be fun." Eren looked at Jean knowing that he wouldn't stop bothering him until he agreed. "Fine but if anyone gets wasted I'm not driving anyone home." Jean tried to hide the growing smirk but based on the death glare provided by Eren he realized he fucked up. "Jean-" "I'm leaving, I'm leaving." Just as Eren heard the soft click of the door his phone rang, echoing in his office.
"Yes?" "Hey Eren, it's Monica." Her velvety voice made Eren freeze, "How did you get my number?" "Elliot gave it to me. So when are we meeting again dear?" "Never, don't you ever come near me. I-" "Aww come on I heard that that plank of wood you were dating dumped you. You've got no reason to not visit me." "She wasn't a plank of wood", Erens's words mumbled harshly under his breath. "As I told you what we did was and will remain a one-time thing" "Uh, huh. Darling I-" "Goodbye Monica'', then he hung up.
The rest of the day proceeded, as usual, with endless paperwork and meetings. The idea of sleep was more alluring than anything else on the planet but Eren was a man of his word and he pretty much promised to go out drinking. So when Jean and the rest of those who agreed to go knocked on his door, he reluctantly collected his things and left with them.
"So where exactly are we going?" "There's a bar on 47th and then a few blocks away there's a Strip club" Jean answered Armin's question in a sing-songy voice only to be cut off by Eren. "We are not going to a strip club." "Aww come on Eren let loose a bit" "We're not going to a strip club jean", Eren repeated firmly. "Jesus I forgot how scary you are when you're angry." We're gonna have to take separate cars since there's six of us", Jean said as they descended the elevator.
"Why not just take someone's car", prompted Armin. "I plan on getting wasted tonight, I mean I think we're all getting drunk right?, he looked around at the group. They went silent. "Awww come on guys, it's no fun if you guys don't drink." "You don't have to get wasted to have fun, I think you just have a problem", Piped Connie. Jean proceeded to death glare Connie until they got to the parking garage.
After a few moments of bickering mainly between Connie, Armin and jean they decided on getting a cab. So when the cab got there they squished into the car, Armin was practically sitting in Connie's lap, "I still don't understand why we can't just get another cab." His voice was muffled in Armin's back. "Because, brat since you all seem to not understand that in order to use a cab you need to have money to pay the cab driver, I could not afford to pay for all you brats to be seated comfortably." Levi finished a certain snark in his voice. Eren grimaced at Levi's tone, despite the fact that he was Levi's boss he had always slightly feared him. It was only a few minutes drive between the time Jean gave the directions and the time that the cab driver pulled over to let them out into the bar.
Now when Jean had mentioned that he wanted to go out drinking, Eren had in no way envisioned something classy but this, this was on a whole other level of shitty. They were in the Shiganshina District, which was known for their frequent shootings and drug rings. "Why Shiganshina?"Armin questioned, his voice shaky. "Oh, calm down Armin it's not that bad just don't do anything too stupid. "You're one to talk, Jean" Jean snapped his head back at Eren but was silenced by Connie shoving him into the bar, everyone following suit. The outside of the bar was spotless compared to the inside. The carpet flooring was caked in years worth of vomit and alcohol, the occasional spot of blood here and there. "Tch", Levi's face obvious with disgust. "I know it's not the cleanest but it was the closest to the strip club." "We're not going to a strip club." "Uh, huh", Jean pretended not to hear Erens remark and proceeded to sit down in one of the booths before pestering one of the seemingly high waitresses for a round of beers.
Eren had finished 3 beers within the first twenty minutes of them being there but that was nothing compared to the likes of Connie and Jean who had both independently downed eight beers and were working on their ninth. Considering that Eren had only drank a few beers the effects of the alcohol seemed to be working pretty fast, he was starting to feel slightly fuzzy and his thoughts seemed to be muffled under the sound of his heart and the noise of the bar.
Armin was completely trashed on the other hand, Armin as long as Eren had known him was a lightweight, he had only finished one beer and was currently nursing his second but was in a complete array of emotions. For a solid seven minutes he was laughing uncontrollably about seagulls' looks when they fly which turned into him sobbing uncontrollably about how he missed the ocean. Erwin was going on an angry rant about how mismanaged government funding was , Levi sat there silently agreeing with him the whole time.
Despite the fact that it was probably a bad idea, they continued ordering more rounds of beer until Jean began a very drunken speech. "We are brought here in sorrow and in celebration of Eren Jaeger, while he has lost his girlfriend of five years -hic- he has newly entered the dating pool and that's a cause to cheer for." The chaotic overlap of the rest of the men yelling caused the rest of the bar to look over at them. Erwin tried to drunkenly shush the group but that only resulted in them yelling louder at Erwin, "Shut up old man." "Yeah old man." The bartender glared at them, practically yelling at them , "Hey if you assholes don't shut up I'm gonna kick you out." "Yeah Jean." "Thats it all of you out." "Aww come on-" "Now."
Everyone hurried out of the bar careful not to stumble over their own feet. Armin almost face planted into the concrete but luckily Erwin was able to grab him by the back of the shirt. "Well , where do you guys wanna go now?" "Home", whined Armin. Eren felt electric, like there was a fire going on under his skin and he didn't want it to stop, he wasn't ready for it to stop. It was like the words came spilling out of him before he could understand or even think about what he was saying, "Lets go to the strip club."
#aot headcanons#aot#eren x y/n#eren angst#eren yeager#eren x reader#eren aot#aot x reader#aot x you#angst with a happy ending#angst#modern au#modern eren#modern#aot season 4#aot s4#aot smut#aot final season#armin arlert#armin aot#armin x annie#eren x mikasa#snk mikasa#snk eren#snk s4#snk anime#tags#snk fanfiction#aot fanfiction
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encouraging people, especially singular individuals to recycle is like. pointless at best.
ive got a couple of reasons uh we will start w buyers.
recycling only works because companies recycle it and others buy the recycled plastic and circulation etc. when everyone was like "RECYCLE OR ELSE WE'LL ALL DIE" that was when companies in china bought most recyclable plastic. however there's no profit incentive anymore since it costs more to recycle than they're making so nobody is buying the recyclable material. so it goes to the dump a lot of the time.
contamination. even if the plastic does get to a company, it often isnt recycled anyways
somethign 99% of the time wont b recycled if an item in that batch has leftover food bits or gunk on it or whatever. also some companies only take specific types of plastic (thats what the numbers in the recycle logo r for) so ud have to wash the thing sort it and make sure yr company will take the number of plastic
so the vast majority of recycled material is still single use.
and even if it's not, a lot of the encouragment to recycle is a tactic to guilt trip the working class populace into thinking that the collapse of the world's enviornment is their fault. all these issues can b solved by you and your friends recycling! 100 corporations are producing half the worlds waste? guess u werent recycling enough :( if u try harder the planet wont die
individual recycling will 99% of the time not b recycled and even if it is it will barely make a dent in what corporations have done.
and also the people handling the waste
these are Just Some Guy minimum wage ppl hauling trash bags and stuff. if jackass on white person street #7 puts a diaper in their recycling bin who's sorting it out?? theyre tryna make robots for this but basically like. the ppl driving the garbage trucks r underpaid its not their job to make sure u know that yr burrito isnt recyclable. a lot of recycling loads r hauled to the dump bc theyre unusable
conclusion : recycling does nothing. it does even less than you thought it did. pay the essential workers driving the garbage trucks more money. when corporations tell u to recycle theyre trying to draw attention off their impact on the environment and to make the citizens think theyre to blame
i have a lot of feelings abt recycling.
YEAH NO UR RIGHT
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Fic: Kyle convinces Lonnie and Rogelio to go back to get Imp.
I was warming up for my writing night and accidentally wrote a short fic about how Lonnie, Kyle and Rogelio ended up with Imp, sorry, I don’t know how these things happen!
You can read it all after the jump, but it's also on ff.net and Ao3 (links I'm bio).
"Hey Kyle! You'll never believe who we ran into while bartering for supplies." Lonnie paused. "Kyle?" Nothing. Did that little idiot go and get himself killed or chipped or something because, swear to God, if she had to worry about getting him back with everything else-- She was just about to start freaking out in earnest when she saw him leaning against the back wall, snoring away. She kicked his foot. "Seriously, Kyle? You were supposed to be guarding the truck!"
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Lonnie followed Rogelio into the stolen Horde transport they'd been living in here at the Crimson Waste, her arms filled with all the rations and materials they'd been able to get.
"What? I'm awake!" He jumped to his feet and adopted a battle ready pose which was would have been more impressive if there wasn't still drool coming down his face. He was such an idiot.
Rogelio made some judgemental lizard noises and shook his head. He set down his packages, took Lonnie's and started organizing their supplies.
"You're useless, Kyle. Hordak should have ground you down into ration bars years ago." Lonnie punched him in the arm. He rubbed it. At least, he wasn't dead or chipped or whatever.
"Wait. Was that really what the ration bars were made of?" Kyle started moving the stuff Rogelio was organizing around and got his hand smacked away.
"You never wondered what happened to the cadets that didn't make the cut?" Lonnie kicked off her boots and started dumping the sand out of them. This place wasn't half bad if it wasn't for all the freaking sand. She leaned conspiratorially over to Kyle. "They say the grey ones... are bones!"
"Are you... are you joking right now? This is a joke right?" Kyle laughed nervously as Lonnie and Rogelio completely cracked up. Man, alien invasion, sand in every crack, everything sucked but there was literally nothing better than messing with Kyle.
"Anyway, I was trying to tell you. We ran into Octavia. She's down here too. Says the Fright Zone's trashed now, total ghost town. Hordak, Catra, everybody's gone. The only thing still there is Imp and the thing's gone half feral. Looks like we got out just in time!" She dusted the sand from her boots outside the open door which they propped open during the day. There. It wasn't much, but it wasn't bad either. The open door gave them a little awning and they'd found a couple of chairs and a table they'd set up there for playing games and stuff. From a kid who grew up in the Fright Zone, it was almost as good as a beach vacation.
"Hold on, Imp is still there? All alone?"
"Yeah, that's what I said. You got sand worms in your ears again?"
"But.. He's only a baby!"
"Uh, a freaky little evil demon baby."
"A baby is a baby, Lonnie! You were pretty freaky looking when you were little too!"
"Hey!" Like he was one to talk?
Rogelio made a noise of agreement. Oh, she was going to have to kick both their asses right now.
"I'm just saying, we were all babies when we were abandoned. That makes Imp like... our little brother!"
Lonnie sighed. "Isn't it just like a failed clone of Horak's or whatever?"
Kyle was shaking his head. Damn, he was really riled up about this. "So? Hordak was like our terrible adopted dad so that just makes Imp our... uncle or cousin or something. That's still family!"
"So, what are you saying? It's not our problem. We got out of there when the getting was good." She looked over to Rogelio for support but he was looking at Kyle with those gooey eyes he got sometimes. Come on, not you too. She should really just ditch the two of them, head out on her own. She'd do a lot better without these two dumbasses holding her back, that's for sure. She sighed. "Well, what do you want us to do? Go and get it? Be realistic, Kyle! The planet's been invaded, nowhere is safe. And what the hell are we going to do with a baby? We've barely got enough for ourselves out here."
Rogelio put a clawed hand on her shoulder and made a long series of compelling lizard noises. She didn't have a single clue what he was saying but she knew him long enough to get the message. Damn it. Now they were both gonna obsess over this and there was no hope of getting out of it.
"Come on, Lonnie, please?" Kyle was doing the puppy dog eyes. She hated when he did that. It was like, you just had to do whatever he wanted or he'd keep making them until you had choice but to punch his face in for his own good.
"Great. Just great. I already got my hands full keeping keeping you idiots alive and now I'm going to have to worry about some freaky demon baby." They'd need fuel, for one, and weapons in case they found trouble on the way to the Fright Zone. She'd seen most of what they'd need today, it wouldn't be too much trouble to get. Maybe some toys or something. Baby crap? Did Imp even play with toys? Might be kinda fun to teach him some of their old games. Oh, who was she kidding, this was going to be a disaster. "We're happy here. Free to do whatever for the first time in our lives and THIS is what you want to do." She shook her head. "I can't believe we've gotta go steal a damn baby."
"Woohoo!" Kyle cheered and he and Rogelio starting jumping around the transport. Lonnie couldn't help but smile. What a bunch of dumbasses her boys were. "Thanks, Lonnie!"
Kyle pulled her into a hug and she allowed him a solid three seconds before she shoved him off. "Yeah, whatever. Get off me." Rogelio held out a fist for a bump.That’s better. At least somebody knew how to act around here. "Alright, fine, then I guess we're doing this."
As long as they did it together, that wouldn't be so bad. They did alright together. And, hell, maybe it might even be kinda fun.
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I want to tell you all the story of House 2. Well... not really. Because House 2 isn’t really House 2. House 2 doesn’t have much of anything to do with House. It maybe has more to do with House than House 3 did, but hardly enough for it to really be considered House 2 despite being called House 2. House 4 was the first movie in the House series to actually be a direct sequel to House, making it the true House 2.
Sadly, House 4 was a travesty of a movie that plays out like it was made using three different scripts tossed in a blender with about twenty grams cocaine. If you’ve never seen House, a horror comedy made in 1986, you should go watch it. It’s great 80s movie. One of my favorites. I’m not talking about that one though...
House 4 is the constitution of the original House. After getting his son back from the ghost world and getting back together with his wife, author Roger Cobb, his wife, Kelly, (who I’m pretty sure was named Sandy in the first movie) and his son, Jimmy, who is now apparently his daughter, Laurel, still own the haunted house from the first movie, despite the fact that it has apparently changed from a mansion in a Beverly Hills style neighborhood to a rundown dump and been transported to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.
I’m serious... This is what the house looked like in the first movie.
And this is what it looks like in the sequel.
They were able to get the same actor to come back and play Roger but apparently they couldn’t get the same house to come back and play the house...
Roger's step brother wants him to sell the house to him but Roger refuses because his father left him that house and they grew up there, even though in the first movie his Aunt left him the house and he had never seen it before until the start of that movie... But Roger doesn't have to worry about any of this for long because 10 minutes into the movie he dies in a car crash which also leaves his daughter in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. His wife, who always hated the house, decides to move in to it with her daughter, because apparently they didn't actually live there and only visited it as a vacation home despite Roger clearly living in it full time in the first movie... But I mean, why not? Why wouldn’t a woman who hated that house and only went there because her husband insisted on visiting it want to live in it full time after her husband died driving home from it?
After moving in a mysterious house keeper shows up saying that her work orders are already signed and she's already been paid. But she acts really weird, watching them with shifty eyes and searching the house when they aren't looking. Who is she and what is she up to? We don't know and it doesn't matter because after only three scenes in the very early part of the movie, the movie completely forgets she even exists.
Rodger's wife, Kelly, then finds a weird circular stone with carvings on it under the floorboards in the basement, but her flashlight explodes before she can get a good look at it. After that weird things start happening. The urn holding Roger's ashes falls off of the shelf and when she goes to scoop the ashes back up, a hand shoots out of them at her... Only for her to realize the urn never fell over and there are no ashes on the floor. They order a pizza but the pizza has a face on it and spits tomato sauce at her and tries to pull her into the garbage disposal. Feather hands shoot out of her daughter's bed and pull the daughter into the mattress like Johnny Depp in Nightmare On Elm Street, just as a knife magically appears next to Kelly for her to cut the mattress open to get her daughter back... just for her to realize at the last moment that nothing actually happened, her daughter is still in the bed, and she's standing there about to drive a knife down into her... She takes a shower to have the water turn into blood and the words "Get out or you will die" written on the mirror. And that’s about it for the ghostly activity.
In this hour and a half long movie, we only get four ghostly encounters in the first hour, all of which are over remarkably fast and aren’t very impressive. No huge monsters like the ones Roger had to fight in the first movie...
Not knowing what to do Kelly goes to the local... uhh... Native America Catholic Priest...? I really don’t know what to call this guy... He’s not really a Catholic Priest but he does hang out in an old Catholic church and seems to be Kelly’s spiritual advisor... He tells her that the house isn't attacking her. The land the house was built on was given to Roger's father as a wedding gift by the Native American people and the house sits on top of a magic healing spring. And because of that... Rodger's spirit is trapped in the house and can't pass on because he died at the hands of another... Because that makes perfect sense...
So once Kelly knows it's just the ghost of her husband being a total dick, and not some other ghost, everything is perfectly fine now and now Roger's ghost is protecting them. Still makes perfect sense...He still tried to trick her into stabbing her sleeping daughter to death, but she knows now that it’s just Roger so everything’s fine now. Maybe that was just a thing Roger used to do?
And then we find out that the reason Rodger's step brother wants the house is because he is in business with a Captain Planet villain who is in the illegal toxic waste disposal business. And I’m serious. Just look at this guy...
How much more cartoonish can you get? He even has to periodically stick a tube into his throat to drain unexplained yellow slime out of his body to prevent himself from choking to death on it. And his method for hiding his illegal toxic waste to to paint the word “Non-” on the canisters in front of the word “Toxic.”
This guy is straight up a Captain Planet villain who just invades the movie out of nowhere well past the half way mark with a new plot line the moment the haunting plot line is... uhh... resolved? And the reason he needs the land Kelly’s house is built on is so they can "pump all the water out of the magic Native American spring and fill it with toxic waste." Why? No reason given... Just because...
So Roger's step brother, who lives in an apartment where the walls are covered in pictures of naked women and has 5 inflatable sex dolls for roommates... that’s a pointless detail the movie thought it was important we know about... sends his goons dressed in a snake mask and a bug mask to terrorize Kelly and Laurel so they'll give up the house.
But because Roger's ghost is protecting them now, instead of trying to trick Kelly into stabbing Laurel to death... he turn's the daughter's bedroom lamp into a rottweiler with a lampshade sticking out of the top of it's head to chase the goons off. I’m serious. Here’s a picture of it...
There was a whole bit at the beginning of the movie where there was this old lamp with a plaster rottweiler on it in the house and Laurel wanted to take it home with her because Kelly won’t let her have a real dog, but Kelly wouldn’t let her because the lamp was ugly... And then... BAM! Chekhov's dog lamp...
The house then gives Kelly a vision where she learns that it was the same two goons who shot out their car tire causing the accident that killed Roger, under the order of Roger's step brother, so he could get the house when Roger wouldn't sell.
But Roger's step brother sends the goons back to burn the house down, and the house keeper, who the movie has suddenly remembered exists again, comes home with Laurel and she tries to shoot them but is knocked out and hid in the bushes outside. The goons go down into the basement and start dumping gas everywhere, but the house, or Roger's ghost, or whatever... makes them see each other as a real snake man and bug man and they shoot each other to death. The house catches on fire anyways because the gas comes in contact with one of their bullet shells... I'm sure it works that way... And Laurel is trapped in the burning house while Roger's brother calls 911 to report the fire way too soon for someone who actually wants the house to burn down.
He also doesn't seem to care about the fact that they are going to find him on the scene as the house is burning down when he has no reason to even be there and has already been harassing and even threatening Kelly to sell it to him so he can have the place demolished... That's bad for him because Roger's ghost makes him believe he has just gotten into a car with his Captain Planet villain boss and he tells him the whole story, bragging about how the cops have no way to pin it on him... when in fact they have every way to pin it on him... but it's fine, they don't even need to investigate now... because like I said, it was just the ghost tricking him and he's actually telling all of that to the house keeper... Who is actually an FBI agent... No idea why an FBI agent was posing as Kelly's house keeper, but oh well... It’s as good a reason as any as to why she was acting so weird the few times we saw her in the beginning of the movie.
Then the magic spring under the house erupts like Old Faithful, putting out the fire and healing Laurel’s legs... Roger's ghost shows up dressed as a cop to arrest his step brother, then Roger bursts into light and shoots up into the stars. I guess his soul is no longer trapped in the house because he caught the man to gave the orders to kill him...? Or maybe it’s because the magic spring was finally opened? I don’t know... It doesn’t matter because they all live happily ever after... except Roger because he's still dead... and his brother because he's going to prison.
And that’s the story of House 4 which was actually House 2 but shouldn’t have been House anything because it was a confusing, disjointed, inconsistant trash fire that never should have been made.
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Dragon Ball Z Movie 12: Fusion Reborn (4/6)
The problem: An accident at King Yemma’s has mutated one of his ogres into Janemba, a creature with incomprehensible power. Janemba has sealed Yemma’s domain within a spiritual barrier, which has disrupted the boundary between the living and the dead. On Earth, Gohan tried using the Dragon Balls to fix things, but not even Shenron has the power to undo Janemba’s mischief.
Neither can Pikkon, since the barrier seems to resist even his most powerful attacks.
Goku has lured Janemba away so that Pikkon could rescue Yemma without distraction, but so far that hasn’t done any good. Frustrated, Pikkon shouts at the obstacle.
And a bit of it breaks away.
This is never explained, but I’m not sure an explanation is really needed here. Scolding the barrier and calling it names seems to damage it. Maybe that says something about the nature of Janemba and his power. Big J is basically rebelling against the most fundamental rules of creation, like an impudent child. The spiritual waste that made Janemba represents all the bad things done by a bunch of bad people who got sent to hell by Yemma. My working theory is that Janemba represents their collective outrage at being held accountable for their bad behavior. So maybe when Pikkon yells at the barrier, it reminds that evil ki that it really is bad and all this Janemba business doesn’t change that fact.
All that matters to Pikkon is that it works, so he tries screaming more verbal abuse at the barrier.
The trouble is that he’s only chipping away about a quarter-inch off the surface each time. He’s gonna be at this for a while.
Down in hell, Goku is trying to fight Janemba, but he’s having some trouble figuring the guy out. Earlier, he sent an army of mini-clones to dogpile Goku, and he managed to get rid of them fairly easily. This time, Janemba waves his hand, and causes a bunch of these jellybean looking things to fall down on Goku’s head.
Then he charges into the pile like a bowling ball hitting a bunch of pins.
You’d think Janemba would have a hard time hitting Goku, since he’s such a small and quick target, but Janemba’s quicker than he looks.
He also has this ability, where he can make portals. He sticks his fist through and it comes out on the other side, right next to wherever Goku is.
Also, he can kick really high. I guess when your body is roughly spherical your center of gravity makes things like this pretty easy to do.
I almost wonder if the portal thing was devised as a way to cope with Janemba’s design. Someone looked at this absolute unit and asked how he’s supposed to reach Goku with those stubby arms.
Worse, Janemba seems to know exactly what Goku is going to do before he does it. I’m not sure why this is presented like some sort of mysterious ability. If Janemba can sense ki like most of the characters in this franchise, then he can track Goku’s movements and offensives pretty well. But it would make a lot of sense if Janemba had some sort of precognitive power on top of all his other weird abilities.
But it’s a two way street. After Janemba uses the portal trick enough times, Goku has it scouted, and managess to fire a ki blast at Janemba’s fist, and sending it back through the portal to hit the rest of him.
Then he goes for a Kamehameha while Janemba’s guard is down...
... and then Janemba does whatever this is. Is that an illusion of Goku, or some sort of time warp of Goku’s actions from a second earlier?
All Goku knows is that it’s weird, wild stuff.
Janemba doesn’t seem to know what he just did either, and he finds this very amusing.
So Goku decides that he’s going to have to settle this quickly. He turns Super Saiyan 2, probably thinking that would be enough, but then Janemba fires big ki blasts out of the four holes in his belly, like some sort of anti-aircraft gun.
And here Goku wanted to wrap this up quickly. Turns out he’s still on the defensive. Even at Super Saiyan 2, it’s all he can do to stay ahead of the blasts.
And Janemba can fire at any angle, because he can just roll around to point his, uh... holes any which way.
From above, Pikkon can sense Goku’s struggle, and he probably wishes he could join in.
Or maybe he doesn’t, because Janemba’s a lot stronger than he and Goku realized. So Goku’s decided to pull out all the stops.
Hell yeah! See, this is the sort of stuff that Movies 9, 10, and 11 were sorely missing. Those films all had to contend with the fact that Goku was dead and unable to participate in the story directly, and none of them really found a good solution to that problem. Movies 9 and 10 just gave up and had Goku show up to help at the end, which is incredibly dumb, because if you’re going to do that anyway then why not have him be there from the start? Movie 11 teased the idea that Goku would be off having another, much cooler adventure off-screen.
What makes Movie 12 so great is that they finally figured out the Gordian Knot of Goku staying dead. If we can’t bring Goku to the fight, let’s just bring the fight to Goku. They should have just done that from the beginning. Just have Bojack attack Goku on the Grand Kai Planet. Have Broly cause trouble in hell, just like Movie 11 suggested. They went to a lot of trouble to have Broly miraculously survive his death scene in Movie 8, just so he could appear in Movie 10, and it wasn’t even worth it. They could have just kept him dead and let Goku fight him for two movies in a row.
But we all know Broly ‘93 would be no match for Goku ‘95. That’s why you send in Janemba, because he’s the big gun we need.
Look at how bad ass this is. Goku to everybody: Come get this work.
Grimly, Goku praises Janemba for being only the second person to push him this far. So I guess that proves the Buu Saga happened in this movie, even though Goku’s still dead afterward.
Then he just looks at Janemba, and in the fansub from when I first saw this movie, he says “It’s a fight from here on.” That’s my favorite line, right there.
Then it’s go time. No more tricks, no more games, Janemba’s in Goku Town now, and he’s about to get taken to the city dump.
Janemba can’t do shit against Super Saiyan 3 Goku. He just starts clubberin’ him and Janemba has to take it.
Then he flies really high up and Janemba wonders what he’s going to do....
... and Goku just dives fist-first into Janemba, just driving his ki right into the dude. Brutal!
It’s not really clear what all of this is doing to the guy, but all of these explosions can’t be good.
Goku flies clear of him, and it sure looks like he’s won. Janemba convulses a few times, but he seems to be getting weaker...
But then his flesh begins to reassemble itself somehow...
Goku isn’t sure what that means, but he can sense that something is terribly wrong.
Uh-oh...
Uh-oh....!
Uh-ohhhhhh! Yeah, that’s not good.
So Janemba’s alive, and he’s taken on a new form. This never goes well for the other guy when this happens, so Goku’s probably in trouble now.
Back on Earth, we don’t really see what Gohan and Videl are up to, but we do follow Goten and Trunks, who have gone back to confront Hitler’s tanks.
For some reason, Goten seems discouraged by these odds, even though they can punch tanks into other tanks very easily. The boys haven’t even turned Super Saiyan yet...
Oh, well now they have. What was Goten so worried about?
I mean, I guess the soldiers can’t really be beaten, since they can just come back to life indefinitely, but you’d think that if Trunks breaks a tank, it stays broken. Where did Hitler get all these tanks anyway?
Never mind that shit, because now Janemba’s gonna fight Super Saiyan 3 Goku. Team Four Star did a countdown of the best fights in 2018, and this was the only fight from the classic movies to make the cut. Funny how Goku vs. Wheelo didn’t make the list, even though they ranked Movie 2 ahead of this one on their 2015 movie countdown. Don’t mind me, I’m still bitter.
I can’t do this fight justice with screencaps, and it’s tough to gif a lot of these shots, too. Both guys are moving around so much and the action is so fluid and skillfully choreographed. One of my favoirte bits is when Goku rolls away and plants his hand on the ground, then pushes off....
... to kick Janemba right in the mush. Cool!
But this new red Jameba is tougher than the previous version, and he still has all the powers he used before, like the portals thing. Goku tries to shoot a ki blast at him...
And he has to dodge his own attack as it’s directed back at him.
Goku seems to be able to hurt Janemba, though, so it’s not a total mismatch...
... Until Janemba starts disassembling his entire body to avoid Goku’s attacks.
I’m not sure why this is more effective than simply moving at super-speed, but it seems to really have Goku stymied.
Also, he can shoot enormous ki blasts out of his mouth. So maybe this is a mismatch after all.
Back at Yemma’s Pikkon’s made some respectable progress on the barrier, but he’s not even close to finished, and he’s got Yemma griping him out the whole time, and Goku’s having all the fun. At least he can take out his frustrations on the barrier.
Here’s one of my favorite shots from the movie. Goku looks trashed here, but he’s not beaten yet. Remember, when he used Super Saiyan 3 before, in the Majin Buu Saga, he explained that it used up a lot of his stamina in the living world. The implication being that it was much more effective in Otherworld, where he couldn’t tire out as easily. So in theory, we’re seeing SSJ3 applied to its fullest potential, and Goku’s still losing. Well, uh, he can still use Super Saiyan 4, right? No, this is Movie 12, we don’t serve that GT crap here.
As Janemba stalks towards Goku he notices an ogre club on the ground and scoops it up. I don’t know why it’s so small, but I assume it belonged to one of the ogres who run things in Hell, like Goz and Mez.
But Janemba can transform the club into an awesome sword. I get the sense that Janemba can do way, way more with his powers than what we actually see, but he just hasn’t figured out what he’s capable of yet. He just figured out the sword thing on impulse.
Goku keeps trying to hang in there, but he’s outgunned now. Every time Janemba slashes the sword, it shoots out a thin wave of ki along the arc of the swing, which cuts anything in its path. So Goku has to dodge the blade as if it’s got an infinite length.
And his best shots aren’t hurting Janemba at all.
Goku tries taking cover behind those jellybean things, but Janemba can just cut through those as well.
The attack is just relentless, and it’s all Goku can do to run away now.
And this leads him in the direction of the blood pond, which is one of the key features in DBZ hell. Somehow, all the blood is now floating in midair in a cone shape. I have to assume that’s another side-effect of Janemba’s powers.
But it’s still fluid, as Goku demonstrates when he falls in.
As he does, he reverts back to his base form, and he doesn’t seem to be able to move or escape. I can’t find any information on the mythology surrounding the bloody pond, but I kind of got the sense that in DBZ, it might act as some sort of means to incapacitate unruly spirits. When the Ginyu Force tries to escape Hell in the Frieza saga, they fall into the pond, and that’s pretty much the end of that. When Cell leads a revolt in Episode 195, Pikkon tosses them all in the pond, then uses Hyper Tornado to pull them back out so he can fling them into the needle mountain. So I got the impression that falling into the pond saps your strength. Of course, Goku could just as easily be worn out from fighting Janemba, so this may be a coincidence. But I sort of wonder if Janemba didn’t herd Goku into this spot just so he could take advantage of the pond.
With Goku apparently helpless, Janemba starts slicing off bits of the cone, which then splash away as normal liquid. I really did this scene, because we can’t see where Goku is inside the pond, so it’s impossible to tell if Janemba has hit him on each stroke.
Finally, Janemba has whittled the cone of blood down to a Goku-sized piece, so the next swing of his sword will surely cut him in two.
I’m not sure whyu Janemba is dragging it out like this, but he is comprised of evil spirit waste, so it’s not like he’s above this sort of sadism.
But then, as Janemba’s ki slice approaches Goku, a ki blast comes from out of nowhere and disrupts the whole thing!
And Goku tumbles out of the blood somehow, which is a lucky break.
But who saved him just now? Who could have saved him?
Who indeed?
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Code Geass: Paladins of Voltron Chapter 20: Across the Universe
(Previously…)
"What just happened?" Rai asked.
"Who cares?! WORMHOLE!" Shirley practically screamed.
Not wasting this window of opportunity, Allura activated the teludav once more. This time a swirling wormhole appeared before the Castle. Allura directed the Castle towards it, failing to notice the danger that was erupting behind them.
With a shriek of anger and power, Haggar slammed her hands into the magic circle on her ledge of the Galra base. With a dark flash of light, a beam of black energy shot towards the Castle of Lions and the wormhole they were attempting to escape through.
The Castle wasn't hit directly, but the wormhole was not so lucky. As the energy was absorbed into the hole, the familiar blue of the walls twisted into dark, unstable maroon, static electricity flashing across the field as they descended.
"Coran, what's happening?!" Lelouch shouted as he and C.C. felt the shaking from Zen's interior.
"The integrity of the wormhole has been compromised! It's breaking down!" the advisor shouted in fear.
"What does that mean?" Rivalz asked, gripping Polaris's controls.
"It means we have no control over where we're headed!" Coran exclaimed, just as a loud bang shook the Castle.
Before either Lelouch, Kallen, or even C.C. could react, the bang shook the Castle hard enough that it dislodged both Lions from the bay, causing the passengers to yell as they started spiraling out into the wormhole.
They weren't the only ones; the other five Lions soon followed, all being flung helplessly out of their bays, their Paladins in tow.
"Lelouch! Kallen!" Suzaku shouted as he watched in horror as they both disappeared through the wormhole's wall. Rai and Shirley followed shortly after on the other side. Before Suzaku could shout further, though, he felt something strike Yoru, and his vision turned black.
"They've vanished through the temporal rift!" Allura gasped, "The Lions are gone!"
o~o
The corrupted rift opening above was the only thing that disturbed the eerie silence of the abandoned planet down below. The Black and Red Lions spun out of it and started descending rapidly in separate directions, both of the Lions unresponsive.
Within Zen's cockpit, Lelouch continued to sweat profusely as he held the wound on his side, which seemed to increase in size over the past couple of minutes. C.C. had hit her head on the back of the seat when they had tumbled out of the Castle. She hit it hard enough that she was knocked unconscious.
In the complete other direction, Kallen struggled to keep Aka in control as the ground below drew increasingly closer, alarms blaring in her ears all the while.
"Come on, come on, come on!" Kallen grunted just before Aka made impact with the ground, and her vision went black.
o~o
Kallen wasn't sure how long she was out when she finally opened her eyes again. Her ears were ringing, and all she could make out was that everything was rather...grey.
She groaned as she felt her head spin a little. She hoped she didn't have a concussion from that crash. After taking some deep breaths to clear her vision, she saw that most of Aka's systems were down, a couple of lights barely giving off any color.
"You okay, Aka?" she pulled on one of the shifts to try and rouse her Lion. There was no acknowledgment. Physical or mental. "Okay. We'll fix you up. We had a tough battle," she said softly.
Though most of the internal systems were down or damaged, Aka's upper entrance on her head was able to open fairly smoothly for Kallen to get out. She hoisted herself up until she stood tall atop Aka's head, looking around at the barren surroundings.
"Where are we? Where have we landed?" she wondered aloud. How were the others-
Kallen gasped as she remembered seeing Zenobia falling towards this same area. That meant Lelouch and C.C. were also here, "Lelouch. Lelouch!"
o~o
Another corrupt wormhole opened up practically on the other side of the galaxy, two more Lions spirally out of it towards what could only be described as a space version of a garbage dump.
Shirley and Rai both held tight in their Lions as they crashed and smashed through several pieces of debris before finally landing semi-solidly onto one of the more sturdy structures.
The Green Paladin groaned as he lifted his head, shaking it to clear his vision before looking around the room.
"What's the matter, girl?" he asked, poking a few buttons. After seeing that his attempts weren't waking Zerith up any time soon, he looked out the window again and spotted Zinnia not too far from where he landed.
"Shirley?" he called through the comms, "Shirley, you okay?" the response he got was the disgusting sound of someone puking out their lunch.
"Huh?" came the Orange Paladin's weak reply afterward, "What was that?"
"You just threw up, didn't you?" he asked in sympathetic disgust.
"Yeah… maybe a little."
"...Anyway, are you okay? How's your Lion?" he asked.
"Uh… well, I have been better, but Zinnia isn't responding. Where are we anyway?" she asked.
"Well, wherever it is, it looks like there's no gravity here," Rai observed, "It's like a trash nebula of some kind."
"So...what do we do then?" Shirley asked anxiously.
Rai stretched out his legs and sighed, "Well, the only thing we can do right now is to wait. That's the best thing to do when you're lost, right? Just stay put until someone comes to find you."
"...Huh," Shirley said.
"What's up?" Rai asked, sensing that the Orange Paladin had a question on her tongue.
"Um… I guess I'm just amazed how calm you are right now, Rai," Shirley admitted, "I mean… during the battle, you got pretty scared. You just froze up, right in the middle of all of it. So… are you really okay?"
Rai was silent for about ten ticks before he answered, "I felt a presence. How do I explain this…? I don't know what exactly was going on, but whatever it was, it felt like the Grim Reaper was breathing down my neck…"
Shirley swallowed as her mind flashed back to the witch lady that was hurting Lelouch. She knew she couldn't prove it, but Shirley had a feeling that she was the one that corrupted the wormhole. But if that happened...
"Oh, man! What do we do?! We don't know where the others are, or even if they are still alive, we don't know if we'll even be rescued or if we're going to die out here-"
"Shirley! Calm down!" Rai ordered sternly, "Take a deep breath, everything is going to be okay, our friends will find us… But I do agree; we should find out where exactly we are."
o~o
The Castle of Lions itself was still flying erratically down the corrupted wormhole. Allura struggled to maintain control as it nearly slammed into the outer walls several times.
Coran was furiously typing away at the main computer, trying to get the systems back under control.
"Let's check the Rift Exit Positioning Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us," he exclaimed.
"Coran, look! There appears to be something on the other end," Allura shouted, sounding frightened, "We're heading right toward it!"
"Scanners show that there's no exit. It's just nothingness," the advisor turned back to the Princess frantically. "Find an exit before we run smack into the void!"
Allura pulled up the coordinate and navigation panels and attempted to enter something into them. But the red warning lights continued to flash, accepting nothing the Princess put into them, "I can't. I've lost control of the Castle!"
"Brace yourself! We're about to hit it!" Coran warned as the Castleship disappeared into the black void and faded away...
...The Castle of Lions was erratically flying down the wormhole, struggling to stay on course.
Coran was furiously typing away at the main computer, trying to get the systems back under control.
"Let's check the Rift Exit Positioning Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us," he exclaimed.
Allura, having closed her eyes when they ran through the void, opened them and blinked. She looked around confused but relieved to see that they were all still alive.
"Coran, we're okay!" she exclaimed happily.
"What are you talking about? We've lost all the Lions!" the advisor argued, turning back to look at the Princess.
"We've just smashed into a black void. Don't you remember? Hmm?" the Princess suddenly felt a pressure on her shoulder. She turned, and to her shock saw a small squirrel looking creature had hopped on. The squirrel was pink, just like-
The Princess gasped, "What happened to the mice? They've transformed!" she looked down from the teludav pedestals and saw that all four of the mice were now squirrels.
Allura looked towards Coran, hoping to get an answer, only to gasp again, "Coran?!" It was indeed still Coran, but his uniform was a little different, and his hair was slightly longer, tied in a low ponytail, and a small lock hanging by the side of his face.
Coran turned to Allura, concerned, "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, twirling his mustache, "Do I have a boogie stuck in my mustache again?"
"No. You look... younger!" Allura exclaimed. Before more questions could be asked though, the Castle shook again, the same warnings appearing as the void from before approached closer.
"Scanners show that there's no exit. It's just nothingness!" Coran shouted with a grunt.
"You said that already!" Allura yelled, sounding flustered.
"Find an exit before we smack into the void!" he exclaimed, unknowingly, for the second time.
"I'm entering coordinates to get us out of here," Allura said, trying to type into the screen, only for it to beep red back at her in error. "The Castle won't accept an endpoint!"
"Just enter any coordinates!" Coran ordered desperately.
"I tried, but the system is locked," Allura explained, still furiously typing the screens, "I can't get a signal out or receive a signal in."
The Princess froze in her movement as the void came once more upon them.
"Allura!" Coran shouted, terrified, as the Castle of Lions was sucked through once more…
...And just like the time before, the Castle of Lions was erratically flying down the wormhole, struggling to stay on course.
Coran was furiously typing away at the main computer, trying to get the systems back under control.
"Let's check the Rift Exit Positioning Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us," he exclaimed. This time, he was even younger, with his hair cut very short and in a uniform in short sleeves, clearly showcasing his muscles. He smirked and swiped his hair back before pointing forward at nothing in particular.
"Oh, no! You're even younger now!" Allura groaned. This was starting to get ridiculous.
"What's the matter? You look confused," Coran asked, striking several strange poses to showcase his lithe form in the process. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll get us out of here."
Allura sighed in exasperation, only for a small growl to make her jump in surprise.
The mice that had previously been squirrels had been transformed once again. This time they seemed to be some mini form of Altean cow-hippo creatures.
"We appear to be in some sort of time loop that's affecting everyone but me," Allura deduced as one of the mice-hippo-cows licked her along her back, causing her to yelp. The other three were crowded closely around her.
"Scanners show that there's no exit. It's just…"
"Nothingness, I know," Allura finished for him, getting more irritated, "and we can't find another exit point."
"Don't just stand there. We've got to find a way," Coran proclaimed, pointing at the Princess before spinning. He then struck another dramatic pose, "I'll never give in to nothingness!"
Coran didn't have time to say anything else as the Castle vanished into the void once more.
o~o
Lelouch jolted awake as he felt someone dragging him under his arms. He groaned and blinked. One side of his world was tinted dark from his mask, and the other he could see a grey sky and rocky, barren walls.
"So, you're still alive after all," C.C. quipped as she came to a small stop. She helped Lelouch sit up more fully as the Black Paladin looked around. A short distance away, he spotted Zenobia, lying brokenly to the side of, what he assumed, was a large canyon. C.C. must have got him out of her while he was still unconscious.
"C.C., where are we?" he asked, warily looking around.
"I haven't the foggiest idea. If I did, I'd tell you," the immortal responded.
Lelouch groaned as he staggered to his feet. He winced and clutched his side. The glowing wound that Haggar had inflicted on him earlier hadn't ceased its throbbing. Fortunately, Lelouch was able to focus enough to remember that he saw the Red Lion had landed on this barren planet as well.
He activated his helmet to try and contact Kallen, who he prayed was alright.
"Kallen, are you there? Kallen?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound too desperate.
"I tried contacting her earlier," C.C. informed him, "but I couldn't get a signal. We'll need to get to higher ground."
Lelouch nodded mutely, and the two started struggling towards the upper walls of the canyon.
o~o
"Lelouch, can you hear me? C.C.?" Kallen called into the commlink as she continued to run towards the canyon that her helmet told her was where Zen was located, "Lelouch, are you there?"
All Kallen received in reply was static on the other end. She grit her teeth as she continued to sprint across the landscape, which she found had quite low gravity itself. She panted as she came closer and closer to the canyon.
o~o
C.C. and Lelouch managed to make some pretty steady progress along a canyon path. Lelouch continued to groan in pain from his wound but knew they wouldn't be able to do much about it until the Castle found them, so he didn't voice his discomfort. Though he was confident that C.C. was well aware of it already.
"Lelouch are you there?-" Kallen's scratchy voice broke through Lelouch's helmet at last, "Answer me!"
Lelouch gasped in surprise but quickly responded, "Kallen, I'm here. Kallen!" Lelouch then cried out as the wound to his side flared up, causing him to lose his balance. He would've fallen had C.C. not been there to lower him to the ground.
"Lelouch, it's Kallen!" the Red Paladin exclaimed through the comms.
"Kallen, we hear you," Lelouch responded once he was on the ground, "We're okay."
They heard Kallen chuckle humorlessly on the other end, "Looks like we made it."
"Oh, you know, I can finally check off 'getting sucked into an unstable alien wormhole and crashing onto an unknown planet with a heavily wounded companion' off my long list of 'new ways to die.' But how are you, Kallen?" C.C. answered back with a wry smile.
Lelouch shivered. C.C.'s dark humor scared him at times.
o~o
"Not good. Aka's busted," Kallen answered as she leaped down from a ledge and across a couple of floating rocks. She then stops short when C.C.'s words register, "Wait, wound? What wound?"
o~o
"It-It's nothing Kallen," Lelouch told her hurriedly. His wound, however, was the least of his worries right now. His mind kept flashing back to his encounter back at the main base. He still remembered Haggar searching through his mind and memories that he had wished he could forget flashing before his eyes.
And what terrified him most was that Zarkon, the Emperor of the Galra Empire, himself, possessed a Geass of his own. Lelouch didn't know how, but it seemed that the origin of this power dated back farther than even C.C. initially believed. But he had used it to overpower him and take the Black Lion from him so easily.
Yes, he was terrified.
"Hang on. I'm coming!" Kallen exclaimed through the radio.
A moment later, however, a different noise caught the pair's attention. Looking back at where they had left Zen, Lelouch and C.C. saw what looked like some sort of alien lizards. There were about three of them, their bodies and physique looking similar to Earth's komodo dragons. They were stalking around the Lion and growling menacingly. They sounded hungry.
"Kallen… on second thought, you need to hurry!" Lelouch whispered urgently.
o~o
Rai grunted as he leaped off of another piece of space debris. He and Shirley had been sitting in their Lions for about an hour when he started to get bored. He told the Orange Paladin that he was going to try and find something to help jumpstart their Lions. Shirley was far too scared to be left on her own, however, and decided to stick close to him. Very close.
Rai was eventually able to grab onto what looked like an old antenna from one of the ships and propped himself on top. It wasn't by much, but he did get a slightly better view of their surroundings.
He gasped when he saw a pair of what looked like blue eyes staring at him in the dark debris.
"What's that?" he whispered.
Shirley heard him and immediately got spooked. She leaped back with a small shriek and hid comically behind him, holding his jetpack tightly. As she did so, more eyes seemed to light up in front of them.
"Wha-is it gonna eat us?! Does it have teeth?!" She demanded in a shrill tone.
Rai calmly held his arm out protectively in front of her and reached for his Bayard with his other hand, holding it in front of him.
"Who's there?!" he shouted into the darkness, though his arm trembled in slight fear as well.
Rai felt his blood run cold as about twenty more eyes opened to stare at him and Shirley.
However, their fear was misplaced, as the creatures finally emerged from the wreckage. They weren't monsters at all, but what appeared to be little, fluffy pill bugs with large googly eyes. The first to approach them was pink, but blue, yellow, green, and many other colors floated towards them in a cluster, chittering curiously.
"Oh… my… GOSH!" Shirley squealed, stepping out fully. She wore a massive smile on her face, and her eyes resembled large, beating red hearts. "These are the cutest things I've ever seen!"
"Hey, little guys," Rai greeted kindly as a couple came up to him as well. He held up his palm as the one in front to sniff, "You're too cute to be found in a dump like this. Are you guys the only ones living here?"
"I hope our rough landing didn't disturb your day," Shirley added while swooning over two that hovered by her face. "Don't worry, we'll only be here for a little while."
"Yeah, we're just waiting for our friends to find us. We were separated during a wormhole jump," Rai explained, though he thought for a moment if these creatures even could understand them.
However, he was proven wrong when five of the creatures suddenly lined up in front of him and Shirley in a straight line. They chittered happily.
"Yeah, that's right! Friends!" Shirley nodded in confirmation, a pleased smile on her face.
Despite the light atmosphere, Rai couldn't help but frown and turn to look towards the expanse of space, "I sure hope they find us soon."
o~o
The Castle of Lions was erratically flying down the wormhole, struggling to stay on course.
"Let's check the Rift Exit Positioning Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us..." an emo-teen version of Coran said indifferently before sighing dramatically. "This is so boring."
"Coran, please! I don't need any of your attitude right now!" Allura exclaimed with a cringe as the mice, now snails, crawled up her body.
"You don't understand me at all!" teen-Coran pointed at her, accusingly, "You have no idea what I'm going through! I'll be in my control area! Hmmph!" he said grumpily and turned his back to her.
Allura still desperately tried to plug in coordinates into the Castle's systems, but just like the last several times, it wouldn't accept any endpoints.
"I can't manually enter coordinates," Allura sighed. Her eyes then suddenly brightened in realization, "But the Castle will automatically lock on to the Lions' whereabouts if we can locate them," she immediately turned off the manual coordinate panel and brought up the star chart, sensing for where the Lions may have landed. To her shock, though, error signs appeared on the map too, and she couldn't detect any of the Lions whatsoever! "It's not working! I'm unable to hone in on their location."
Allura then jumped slightly as opera music started blaring throughout the bridge. Flabbergasted, she turned to the culprit, Coran, who continued to turn up the volume.
"Coran, turn that down! Our lives are at stake!" she shouted.
"I can only express myself through music!" he shot back defiantly.
Allura growled and gripped the edges of the teludav, a dark aura surrounding her as her anger rose dangerously high. The mice-snails seemed to sense her ire and hurriedly tried to slither as far from her as possible, "Coran, if you don't turn that down, I swear I'll turn this Castle around and-"
"And what?" he asked, a large amount of sass in his tone, "We're just gonna run into this void that's coming up here. I hate everybody!"
His shout was the last thing heard before the Castle disappeared into the void once more…
...The Castle of Lions was erratically flying down the wormhole, struggling to stay on course.
"Let's check the Rift Exit Positioning Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us… whatever that means," the voice of an adolescent Coran said as he leaned excitedly against the controls.
"We've tried everything, and nothing's worked," Allura exclaimed, sounding scared now. And the mice had now seemed to converge into one giant, four-headed creature that looked similar to a small Earth dinosaur. "A few more trips down this wormhole and you're going to disappear. We must find a way out."
"Just blast your way out! Duh!" kid-Coran said before he began to run around, gleefully making airplane noises, his arms stretched out to the sides.
"I suppose it's worth a try," Allura nodded, willing to try anything to get out of the time loop, "The Castle defenses might have enough firepower to destroy the tunnel."
"Yeah! And it'll go ker-plooey!" Coran exclaimed as he enthusiastically jumped onto the four-headed creature.
Allura immediately activated the ship's cannon, aiming right for the center of the tunnel. She gasped in shock as the blast was absorbed by the tunnel's end, and fired right back at them.
"It's not working! It's like we're shooting at ourselves!" she shouted, maneuvering the ship around the deflected blasts.
Kid-Coran blew a raspberry, and asked, "Where's Voltron?" before the Castle was once more absorbed into the void.
o~o
Kallen grunted as she jetted herself across the landscape as fast as she could.
"Lelouch, what's happening?!" she shouted into the comm.
"There are several creatures," he said before cutting off again.
After Kallen's next jump, where her foot had been a moment ago, a large pillar of water erupted, shooting several meters into the air. Having felt the tremors, Kallen took a moment to look behind her, and her eyes widened when she saw the geyser.
o~o
Meanwhile, back in the gorge, C.C. and Lelouch attempted to put more distance between them and the creatures, backing away slowly so they wouldn't be noticed.
They failed to see that another one had snuck up from behind until it roared loudly at them, alerting its comrades in the process. The two that had been sniffing around Zen quickly ran up the path that the two had taken earlier, and the Paladin and witch soon found themselves surrounded.
Lelouch hissed in pain as he tried to stand protectively in front of C.C. as the creatures closed in on them.
o~o
Kallen gasped in shock as more geysers suddenly erupted around her.
"Uh oh!" she exclaimed before running in the only direction that hadn't exploded from just before one erupted where she'd previously been standing.
The momentum of her jump carried her a reasonable distance as more erupted in her wake. She started to try and run in zig-zag to try and dodge around where she thought ones might explode. Finally, she used her jetpack to propel herself into the air and away from the geyser mine-field. But the moment she landed again, more began erupting behind her.
With a shout and gasp, she barreled forward as she dove forward, narrowly missing one from behind her again, only to go tumbling over the edge of a cliff with a yell.
o~o
As the reptiles surrounded them on the cliff edge, Lelouch spotted probably their only hope of safety. A small crevice in some rocks down below.
Lelouch nudged C.C. and pointed towards the cave. The immortal turned and saw it as well. This, however, cost her, as the moment she turned her back, one of the creatures leaped forward and sliced its claws deeply into her back. C.C. screamed in surprise and agony.
Lelouch, adrenaline kicking in, grabbed C.C. around the waist and rocketed towards the cave opening with his jet pack. The creatures chased after them, but the two managed to make it inside safely before they could get caught.
Lelouch gasped in relief as the creatures attempted to slam into the opening, struggling to get to them.
"Kallen? Kallen, are you okay?" Lelouch asked into the comm, having heard her scream earlier. "What happened?"
o~o
Kallen panted as she clung for dear life on the side of the cliff. Just as she began falling, she had ripped out her Bayard and slammed her cestus into the side of the rock wall.
"Minor delay," she replied, "but I'm on my way!" With a grunt, she managed to propel herself upwards with her jetpack, using her Bayard as a crutch to do so. She rolled with a huff back onto the surface, sitting for a moment to catch her breath.
"We're alright for now," Lelouch said, "but we're trapped in a cave, and some nasty-looking creatures have us cornered. One of them got C.C. pretty good. She's okay, though."
Kallen breathed out slowly before getting back to her feet, "Stay put. I'm on my way... I just have to figure this out," she sighed as she looked across the chasm that nearly claimed her life.
o~o
"Whoo-hoo! Yay!" Shirley giggled as she slowly flipped through the air. She had about a dozen of the small aliens following after her, squeaking all the way. "This isn't too bad. Not so long as you cuties can keep us company!"
Rai stifled a laugh. He was glad that Shirley was remaining cheerful, remembering how terrified she'd been back at the base, and when they had landed. Watching her smile and laugh made him feel warm inside.
Though, now that he didn't need to worry too much about the Orange Paladin, it gave Rai a few precious moments to think. His mind kept wandering back to the battle, mainly when he felt Haggar's presence in the back of his mind. Ever since Milly and Lelouch found him wandering the streets, Rai had hoped that he could eventually regain the memories he lost, but from the few recovered, whether on his own or through the help of others, Rai wasn't sure he wanted to know anymore. Just picturing the witch, her glowing eyes and purple skin, made his skin crawl and his stomach turn.
He swallowed back bile once more when the creatures around them started squeaking urgently.
"What is it?" he asked curiously before following their gaze. Shirley had also stopped to look at what was causing such a fuss.
They were both pleasantly surprised to see that both Zerith and Zinnia's eyes were lighting up again, and their particle barriers cascading around them.
"Alright! You're working again!" Rai exclaimed, waving his arms excitedly.
"Welcome back!" Shirley called over. She attempted to jet pack over to Zinnia, only for her foot to suddenly get caught on a thick wire. She yelped in alarm as she is accidentally yanked down and slammed face-first into some debris.
"Shirley! You okay?" Rai exclaimed as he propelled himself towards her.
The Orange Paladin shook her head with a groan as pieces of junk floated away from her impact. Rai sighed in relief to see that Shirley wasn't hurt.
One of the green creatures glided over to them and squeaked, sounding concerned.
"No, sorry, it's not our friends," Shirley sighed, still laying where she landed, "just an old, rusty satellite."
Rai scowled, but then his eyes lit up, "Wait! That's it! Maybe we can find our friends before they find us!"
"Huh?" Shirley asked in confusion.
"Come on, Shirley, I'll need your help!" Rai said, before propelling towards another trash island and digging through parts. Still confused, but now determined, she followed after him.
The first things that they retrieved were long wires and chords they could use to drag some of the junk. Rai then went digging through several other junk piles to find the parts he needed. With each item he brought back, he had Shirley tie the cord around each of them. Once Rai determined they had everything they needed, he tied the end of the rope around his waist and started space jumping back towards Zerith. Shirley and the creatures trailed right behind him. Due to the almost zero-gravity, it was easy to move the heavy equipment. After getting the first trip of equipment set up by his Lion, Rai and Shirley went to find more parts and tools.
"Wow, Rai," Shirley commented at one point as he retrieved what looked like a makeshift wrench, "you're super smart! I never would've thought to use a satellite, much less know how to make one.
"I'm not sure how to explain it," Rai admitted sheepishly, "I guess it just kind of clicks with me, you know? Who knows? Maybe I was a scientist before this."
Shirley chuckled before looking at him, concerned, "Have you remembered anything else? About your past?"
Rai frowns, "Not much more. All I can recall is my mom and sister. Their faces and names anyway."
"Nothing else?"
He shakes his head with a frustrated sigh, "No, nothing. I-I don't even know how we got captured in the first place."
"...What about your dad?" Shirley asked, recalling that the Green Paladin had never even brought his father up before.
This caused Rai to pause, "...No idea. If I do have a dad, I don't remember him," he confessed with a grimace.
Shirley bit her lip and looked at him sympathetically. She couldn't imagine not remembering her dad. Deep down, she hoped that Rai's father was still alive. Then once they found his mom and sister, and defeated Britannia and the Galra, they could be a real family, not have to worry about evil aliens or corrupt leaders.
Shirley then spotted a small tool that looked like pliers and went to retrieve it. On her way back, though, her foot got tangled in a cord. With a yelp, she tripped in the air and fell right on top of Rai.
"Oh! Sorry!" Shirley yelped and tried to roll herself off of her. But she miscalculated the zero gravity, and accidentally pulled Rai on top of her.
With their faces just barely inches apart from each other.
Before either Paladin could adequately process the position they were in, the little creatures started squeaking excitedly, and several of them formed a large heart around their flailing bodies.
The Green and Orange Paladins blushed harder than the paint on Aka's metal.
Rai, still blushing, coughed, "I should... you know... go check on the... the thing."
"Yeah, I'll... check on the other... thing," Shirley answered before the two scrambled away from each other in opposite directions.
Despite the small mishap, though it took some time, eventually, Rai was able to construct a makeshift satellite. Now they would just need to power it on.
o~o
"Okay, okay, think," Kallen muttered as she paced around cautiously, not wanting to disrupt any more of the geysers, "how can I get across this… what would-what would Zero do?" she asked, forgetting for a moment that the comms were on.
She heard a faint chuckle in her helmet, causing her to freeze for a moment.
"Well, at the moment, 'Zero' can't do much stuck in a cave," Lelouch joked lightly.
Kallen scoff before a small trickling crack caught her attention. She walked towards it and slammed her heal down on top of it. Moments later, an enormous geyser erupted.
"You know, Lelouch… I guess I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be six feet under in Shinjuku right now," she suddenly said, staring up at the water that showed little sign of stopping.
Lelouch chuckled, on the other end, "It's interesting how a few weeks ago, we were part of the Black Knights in Japan. Now we're Defenders of the Universe of all things. What we were doing back on Earth seemed tiny compared to now, huh?"
"Say, Kallen," C.C.'s voice comes through this time, "Tell us. How'd you feel about finding out your high and mighty leader is the prince of an empire you loathe more than anything else?"
Kallen scowled a little before answering, "...I'll admit, when Lelouch first spilled his guts, the first thing I wanted to do was punch in the jaw. Maybe knock out a few teeth. That would've felt good."
She could almost feel the grimace that Lelouch had on his face at that moment.
"But…" she paused, "...after hearing what you went through, I understand why you're not only fighting Britannia but why you had to hide your identity."
"...Yeah. I doubt any of the Black Knights would have considered joining forces with a Prince of Britannia. Even a disgraced, banished one."
Kallen couldn't help but chuckle at the dark humor there. Because it was so true. Then a thought hit her as she turned away from the geyser.
"Wait a second, while we're on the subject, what about the bathroom? I got a phone call from Zero in there, but you were the one that gave me the phone!"
"Oh, that…" Lelouch sounded quite embarrassed on the other end, "Um… I just used my Geass on Sayoko to play that recording at a certain time. That's all. Sorry, I had to deceive you like that, but I didn't want to risk Nunnally getting dragged into it. I honestly still don't."
Kallen nodded instead of retorting, "It's fine, I get it. Naoto was the exact same way. The only reason I joined their group was out of sheer stubbornness to help."
"...So, how exactly was the view, Lulu?" C.C. suddenly asked, rather seductively. Kallen heard Lelouch squawk on the other end, and she felt her cheeks start to burn up. "I mean, it's not every day you get the gorgeous view of a woman's naked body."
Kallen growled as she heard Lelouch sputter incomprehensibly.
'I'm so kicking that witch once we're out of here!' she thought furiously as she withdrew her Bayard in its cestus form. It wasn't the claws that she was interested in, though. She stared down at the small hatch at the center of the glove. She still couldn't put a name to what exactly it did, but it would probably serve her needs right now just fine.
Lelouch then started coughing hard through the link, and Kallen's stomach dropped. She had to hurry.
Without wasting another moment, the hatch flipped open, and Kallen slammed it into the ground, right near the edge of the cliff.
The result was precisely what she expected. From where the glove's force hit, water burst from the side of the cliff, propelling Kallen on a small rock ledge over halfway across the canyon. She laughed at her apparent success at first, before the ridge suddenly crumpled beneath her feet and she was once more free-falling into the canyon below.
With a scream of fear, Kallen disappeared into the mist below, before she forcibly activated her jetpack as hard as she could. The force was strong enough to propel her to the other end of the canyon, where she latched onto the edge with a grunt and groan, and held on for dear life.
"Kallen?!" Lelouch shouted suddenly, sounding terrified, "Kallen, you okay?"
"I'm fine," she answered, reshooting her jetpack to propel herself to her feet, "I'm on my way."
o~o
"Well, put a rush on it!" C.C. exclaimed, sounding somewhat frightened herself, as she and Lelouch tried to scramble farther into the cave. They soon found their backs literally against the wall, "Because these things just started digging!"
The two watched in horror as the lizards threw back dirt and stone effortlessly, continuing to slam into the structure to catch them.
o~o
Kallen continued to fly towards their location, and her eyes widened as she caught a familiar sight.
She laughed in relief, "Okay, you two, I got visual on Zenobia! I'm almost there!"
o~o
Lelouch and C.C. didn't have time to respond, as one of the lizards finally managed to squeeze its head into the hole it had dug, and bit down hard on C.C.'s leg. As the immortal cried out in pain, the creature reared back, tossing her and Lelouch, who attempted to pull her away but got pulled with her, out of the cave toward the clearing where three other reptiles were waiting.
The two of them struggled to their feet but were immediately forced to dodge as one of the creatures slammed its clawed foot down where they had been laying moments ago.
After recovering, the creature turned in C.C.'s direction, but the immortal managed to swing a kick that landed in one of the creature's four eyes. It roared in agony before collapsing, temporarily stunned.
Lelouch was then slammed forcibly to the side by another creature when his attention was temporarily on C.C., watching when she had sucker kicked her opponent. The force of the impact was so strong that it sent him tumbling over the edge into an even deeper gorge. As he rolled roughly down the slope, his helmet went flying off his head, losing any form of communication with Kallen. C.C. joined him shortly after, also losing her helmet.
Lelouch's side throbbed as he struggled to get back to his feet. Though the pain was nearly blinding, his fight-or-flight instincts won over, and he forced himself to run as the creatures started to give chase once more. C.C. paused to glance over at their helmets before joining him. Though she wouldn't technically die if these lizards caught them, she wasn't looking forward to the pain that she knew would follow.
Plus, she couldn't let Lelouch die, no matter what!
"Lelouch?! C.C.?! What happened?!" Kallen exclaimed after hearing their cries of distress.
o~o
When no reply came, Kallen growled, and forced her legs and jetpack to go faster, sprint-hopping towards Zen as soon as she could.
o~o
"Let's check the Rift Exit Positioning Monitor to see where this worm goes," Coran, now a toddler, exclaimed as he stood on top of the control panel. His little stomach then let out a gurgle. He looked down and held it lightly. "I hungry," he then started screaming and throwing a tantrum, jumping up and down on the panel forcibly.
"Coran, no! That is not a toy," Allura shouted, pushing past the mice, that now had turned into floating, blob-like creatures, to get to the Coran. She picked him up as he continued to struggle and scream, "You're going to break the Castle, and everything will stop!" Allura then blinked and gasped. "Wait a second. Perhaps we can simply stop the Castle from moving."
She bent over the panel and started pressing some buttons, but apparently, Coran didn't like that very much and started pulling forcefully on her hair.
"No! Mine!" he screamed and growled before chomping down on Allura's arm.
The Princess screamed in pain before being forced to kneel on the floor to try and control the toddler. With a desperate grimace, she pressed down hard on one final button. The lights of the Castle dimmed, systems shut down, and all life seemed to leave it. But that did nothing!
"I've shut down all the power. Why are we still moving towards the void?" Allura asked, curious and scared at the same time.
She then jumped when Coran started to bawl quite hard.
"Waaah! My control panel! Waaah!"
Coran's cries were the last thing to be heard before the Castle disappeared once more into the void.
When Allura came to again, she saw she was standing at the teludav once more, and now had Coran, as a baby cradled in her arms. She barely noticed the mice, now flying around as winged birds, pass her by.
Coran started crying, and Allura gently cooed at her advisor, "I know, I know. Who wants to check the Rift Exit Positioning Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us? You do, that's who."
Coran seemed to quiet down at Allura's gentle words, but the Princess was now anything but calm, "We have to get out of this loop before the only thing left of you is your mustache!"
Allura blinked in surprise when she saw Coran's pacifier fly out of his mouth. Looking down at him, the advisor uttered one word.
"Poopies!"
Allura groaned in disgust, her eyebrow twitching. Now of all times?!
o~o
Kallen, with a huff of relief, finally managed to land at Zen's resting place. She didn't stop to check the Lion and rushed towards the edge of the cliff. She gasped at what she saw. The four monsters were chasing Lelouch and C.C. across the gorge, and Lelouch was holding his side tightly.
She knew that if she rushed in, she'd just get trapped too. There was no way she could take all of those things by herself. Unless...
She turned towards the down Lion at last and ran towards her muzzle.
"Zen, I know I'm not Lelouch, but he's in trouble. We need to help him," she pleaded, laying her hand on Zen's nose, looking desperately into her dark eyes.
o~o
Lelouch and C.C. slammed against the face of a rock wall and immediately dodged to the side as the creature at the front came and jumped, missed, and hit the wall instead.
Lelouch had just rolled to his feet when a tail slammed hard into his side. The side where his wound was located. He screamed in agony as he turned blindly into the middle of the group.
C.C. rushed to his side, standing protectively over him. She held her fists up defensively, but without a proper weapon, the situation didn't look good for either of them.
"Mauled by a giant, alien lizard. That's a new one," she muttered humorlessly as she defiantly stared the largest one, the leader, down.
Lelouch coughed violently next to her, and her eyes wandered back to him. If she wanted Lelouch to live, she had to figure out something fast. Make herself seem more appetizing or easier to catch. If she had to endure being their next meal for Lelouch to escape, she'd do it.
For a split second, she blinked as to why she was so concerned about his safety, and a little voice in the back of her head told her it couldn't just be because he was a contractor.
Lelouch groaned as the pain finally subsided enough that he could think. He pushed himself to his knees, his right arm softly crackling with electricity. The four creatures surrounded them on all sides, and the Black Paladin grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes at the one in front of him. If he was going to die, it wasn't going to be lying down.
"Watch out!" C.C. shouted, jumping in front of Lelouch, just as one of the lizards behind them leaped in for the kill.
The lizard's bite never landed. A giant metal claw slammed down nearly on top of the lizard, causing it to fly forward over them. The two gasped and covered their faces as the dust and dirt flew everywhere.
Kallen growled as she thrust down on the controls and swung Zen's head to the side, where another creature was trying to sneak up on the pair down below.
Down below, the Black Lion turned and roared, her paw slamming down towards the creature. Her tail slammed down with a thud by Lelouch, where another creature tried to leap at him.
The duo down below struggled to sit up and gasped as Zen's tail swished over their heads.
With one final roar of warning, the last creature scrambled away. Realizing that it wouldn't be getting past the Lion, it wisely chose to retreat.
o~o
Rai, Shirley, and the space animals all lowered the final piece of the structure into place the satellite itself.
Once it clicked, the two leaped down and descended slowly towards the bottom where Zerith was located, the creatures following right behind them. Upon landing on top of Zerith's back, Rai attached the final piece of wire at the base. The satellite buzzed to life.
"That ought to do it," he grinned as blue energy began to spread along the surface and edges. "Now, let's see if we can get a hold of the Castle."
At the top, the satellite began to glow and almost seemed to send the signal they needed. But seconds later, the energy disappeared, powering back down.
" No, no!" Rai shouted in frustration.
"What's wrong?" Shirley asked, concerned.
Rai wasn't listening, though, as he clutched his helmet angrily, "We need to get out of here! We need to find our friends! Come on!" With a final shout, Rai threw his head back, staring up angrily at the sky. What he didn't notice was a familiar red insignia blinking to life in his left eye, causing Shirley to gasp.
Suddenly, beneath them, Zerith's eyes flicker open, and she roars mightily. This managed to provide the power that they needed for the satellite as the structure shot a thin blue beam into the atmosphere.
"Heh, thanks, Zerith," Rai grinned as he and Shirley flew into the mouth of his Lion. Once they were inside the Lion, Rai started typing in some algorithms and coordinates into the consoles, "Now, let's see if this thing works. I hope the signal is strong enough to reach the Castle."
As systems started flickering to life inside, Shirley finally spoke up, "Rai, so you do have a Geass?"
"I-I do?" he asked, looking back at her, surprised.
"Yeah, I saw it activate for a second when you were shouting."
"...Huh. I don't know. If I really have it, C.C. wasn't the one that gave it to me, as far as I know anyway," he confessed, though his frustration over his own amnesia was still evident.
"I don't think she did either," Shirley replied, "I mean, C.C. would've said something back at the Castle if she had, right?" she asked.
"That's true…" Rai admitted with a frown. However, one unanswered question spiraled in both of their heads. If C.C. hadn't given him Geass, who did? And why?
o~o
"Coran, what are we going to do? If we hit the end of the tunnel again, you'll cease to exist," Allura lamented, watching in fear as the void approached closer and closer once more. Nothing she had tried worked. Even when the Castle was off, it was still pulled in. The outcome seemed inevitable. Tears gathered in her eyes as she held the infant Coran close, "I'm sorry. You were like a second father to me."
A sudden beep caused the Princess to open her eyes again, and they widened with a gasp when she saw what the screen was showing.
"Coran, look! The Castle has locked onto a coordinate," she exclaimed, and hurriedly started typing in instructions onto the screen, "Come on. Come on!"
Just before the Castle to slam into the void again, a wormhole, a real one, opened up right in front of them, and the Castle disappeared into it.
On the other end, Allura was relieved to see the starry universe around them as they flew towards the blue beacon that had summoned them.
"We made it!" she cried for joy.
She then frowned when she heard the unmistakable sound of snoring. Looking down, she saw that she was still holding Coran in her arms. However, he was no longer an infant, but a grown adult Altean, the exact same age he was when they first entered the void.
He smacked his lips and opened his eyes blearily.
"...Mum?"
With a huff, the Princess dropped her advisor from her arms, causing him to hit the floor with a yelp. The mice scurried up to Coran and squeaked in amusement, also back to normal.
Down below, Rai and Shirley, who had exited Zerith upon seeing the wormhole, grinned, happy to see a familiar sight.
"Rai, Shirley, you saved us! We were stuck in a time loop!" Allura explained, relieved to see two of the Paladins alive through the Castle window. Their faces clear to see on the monitors.
"You got us out with this giant trash pile!" Coran added, though he still winced from the pain of the large bump on his head.
"It's nothing," Rai said humbly, "It's just a make-shift communications link that sends out the Green Lion energy. It's similar to the energy that guided the Blue Lion home."
"Rai, you're a genius!" Coran praised.
"Heh, heh, thanks," he smiled, "though we did have some help."
Rai glanced over at Shirley. She was currently cuddling two of the creatures up to her chest, hearts in her eyes.
"Can we keep them?" she asked giddily.
"Hmmm…" Coran scratched his head as Allura giggled.
"Let's go get the rest of the Paladins."
o~o
"...Thanks for saving us, Kallen," Lelouch said tiredly as he and the two women sat together by a fire they managed to make. They had managed to find not necessarily wood, but items that proved to be flammable with help from their jetpacks. Now they were all resting, with the two Lions standing guard over them.
"You'd have done the same for me," Kallen replied, "How's your wound?"
"Oh, my wound's great. It's getting bigger all the time," Lelouch said sarcastically, still holding his side where it was.
"If you're trying to lighten the mood Lelouch, I'm afraid you're failing miserably," C.C. told him bluntly.
"Hey, didn't hurt to try," Lelouch retorted tiredly.
"Just hang in there. When Allura and Coran find us, they'll fix you right up," Kallen said, trying to sound confident.
Lelouch's eyes then suddenly locked with Kallen's. She blinked in surprise. There was almost a… desperation behind the purple eyes of the Black Paladin as he spoke.
"Kallen… if I don't make it out of here... please… look after Nunnally."
She gasped a little surprise. She didn't know why Lelouch was acting like he was on his deathbed. This wasn't the leader that she knew.
"Lelouch, don't talk like that, you're going to make it," Kallen told him, a determined frown on her face.
Lelouch sighed, exhaustion clear in his features before his eyes glazed over, and his body slumped against the rock he had been propped against.
"Lelouch!" Kallen gasped as she caught him as he nearly fell on his side. She and C.C. managed to maneuver him so that his head rested on C.C.'s leg. Probably not the most comfortable pillow, but better than nothing.
C.C. held her hand against his forehead and frowned, "His fever's rising. If he doesn't get help soon, he'll be in trouble."
"Where the hell are they?!" Kallen exclaimed, frustrated. Allura said the Castle could track the Lions anywhere in the universe. So why hadn't they been picked up? Unless… was the Castle damaged? If that was the case, then they really were in trouble.
"You seemed rather concerned about him," C.C.'s voice startled Kallen out of her mental crisis. She looked up at the immortal in surprise.
She then frowned, "You really think this is the time for teasing?!"
"What makes you think I was teasing you? I was quite serious," C.C. said calmly, "If you had a way to help him right now, you would, wouldn't you? As well as the others."
Kallen stared at C.C. before she narrowed her eyes, "What are you getting at?"
C.C. turned fully to face her, but was careful not to disrupt Lelouch's slumber, "I'll get right to the point, then. Do you wish to form a contract with me?"
Kallen gasped, stunned. Any words that she had to say died in her throat. Was C.C. really offering to give her that Geass power? Why?
"You don't have to if you don't wish to," C.C. continued, "all Geass have risks and limitations. Some more dangerous than others."
Kallen scoffed, "You say that as if it's more dangerous to have one than not."
"As I said, it's your choice," the immortal said with finality, turning her attention back to the grey sky.
Kallen frowned and looked down at the ground. From what she could tell, the Geass did indeed have advantages. Shirley was able to quickly get them into the base unnoticed, and Lelouch was able to easily convince a Galra guard to surrender without a fight. But there were still mysteries and questions about it, some that C.C. admitted that she didn't even know about.
Kallen turned slightly in C.C.'s direction, "If I said 'yes,' what kind of power would I get?"
"That depends," C.C. answered, "and I don't have the answer, unfortunately. Geass manifests differently from person to person. Two people could have the same ability but can only use it in certain ways. Some could use their Geass in the same way, but the ability is different. All I know is that it depends on a person's desires and personality."
Kallen went silent again. Her mind racing. If desires came into play with it, she thoughts immediately went to not just her new team in Voltron, but to the Black Knights that were still waiting for them on Earth. She really hoped that they hadn't done anything too reckless while they'd been gone. She knew that Ohgi was likely keeping a cool head, but she wasn't so sure about Tamaki and some of the others.
Her thoughts also floated to her mom, who was currently being held for twenty years in prison for using the drug Refrain. Had she gotten wind that she was missing? How long had it been anyway? A few weeks? A month? If Kallen was honest, she had completely lost track of time being out here in outer space of all things.
She knew if her mother found out, she would be devastated. She had already lost Naoto and endured terrible abuse from Ms. Stadtfeld for years just to be near her. Would this be too much for her?
But Lelouch said he had accepted Geass to protect his sister, and to fight Britannia. And Shirley had taken it to save Shay and her family, and them in consequence.
Though it seemed dangerous, they needed all of the help they could get.
Her mind set, she turned to C.C. and held out her hand, "Let's do it."
C.C., in response, grasped Kallen's hand firmly, and the Red Paladin gasped. Just like how Lelouch and Shirley described, images flashed through her mind, the tunnels of light, and other people and places.
She felt a slight burning in her left eye just as C.C.'s hand releases hers. She instinctively held her hand up to it, grimacing slightly. As she pulls away, the Geass sigil is seen briefly before fading away.
Before Kallen could ask any further questions, a light above the camp caught her attention. As she and C.C. looked up, they saw to their relief that a wormhole had opened in the sky. Out of flew the sleek shape of the Orange Lion.
Upon seeing the Lions and three figures on the ground, Shirley smiled in relief and flew down to greet them.
Help had finally arrived.
o~o
Though the Emperor seemed to sit calmly on his throne, inside, he was enraged. The Black Lion and Voltron had been within his grasp, and it had slipped through fingers once more. Had the barrier not suddenly gone down, Voltron would've been in the hands of the Galra empire now.
He glared menacingly at Prorok, who he had summoned with his squad immediately after the battle, demanding an explanation.
"Explain to me how you let Voltron escape!"
The commander sputtered fearfully, "Perhaps it was a mechanical failure, sire. Haggar boosted the solar barrier's power beyond its normal limits."
Haggar in question stood loyally by her emperor's side, also glaring at Prorok as well, "This was no mechanical failure. The two sentries that were guarding the barrier control were found destroyed. This was clearly sabotage."
Upon hearing this, Prorok raised his head to look at his emperor, Thace kneeling close by as well, "Lord Zarkon, I will start an investigation immediately. I will not rest until the perpetrators are captured."
"Perhaps I can save months of investigating," Zarkon answered darkly, sending a chill down Prorok's spine. "Who has been trying to chisel Voltron away from me this entire time? Who sent his fleet out without my orders to get Voltron?"
Prorok's eyes widened in fear when he realized what Zarkon was implying, "Sire, no! I-I would never do that."
Despite his begging, however, two sentries came up behind Prorok and began to drag him away.
"Get rid of him," the emperor ordered.
"No! I'm innocent!" Prorok screamed as he was dragged away into the darkness.
"Before we dispose of him, the druids will find out all that he knows," Haggar promised with a scowl, "Then, he will receive a punishment worse than death."
Satisfied with Haggar's response, Zarkon turned his attention to the other Galra in the room, "Lieutenant Thace. You are now in charge of the investigation, Commander."
Thace in question gasped softly before lowering his head in a bow, "Vrepit sa."
As Thace stood to leave, something else also occupied Haggar's mind, The memories she had managed to extraction from the two Earthlings before and during the battle. Particularly the red symbols that marked them and the ones that inhabited their eyes. A similar symbol that occupied her Emperors.
The witch's eyes narrowed. Something else was at play here. And she was determined to discover what it was.
#Fanfiction#AU#Voltron#Code Geass#lelouch lamperouge#c.c.#kallen kozuki#rai (lost colors)#shirley fenette#princess allura#coran#voltron lions#lelouch x kallen#rai x shirley
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here’s a hopefully Not Controversial Opinion
Way too many people use the fact that corporations are chiefly to blame for climate change as an excuse for why they shouldn’t have to make any lifestyle changes.
This goes for every single human being on the face of the earth: If you are capable of reducing your waste in any ways, shapes, or forms, DO IT.
If you own reusable dishware and utensils, STOP getting a brand new paper plate/plastic utensil for every time you eat.
If you own reusable cups/glasses, STOP getting a brand new paper cup every time you get something to drink.
If the water quality in your area is healthy and/or if you have filtration devices that work, STOP buying bottled water.
And if you don’t have access to reusable things, you damn sure better make sure it all gets properly recycled.
Just because your individual lifestyle changes aren’t going to save the fucking planet doesn’t mean you shouldn’t still change your lifestyle anyway.
you know why i’m heated??
because the Coca-Cola company didn’t toss their fucking bottle out of the window on my street. A person did. Tyson Foods didn’t dump all the trash out of their car and onto the parking lot outside the grocery store. A person did. Corporations are not to blame for the disgusting amount of fucking trash and garbage junking up every single natural area around where I live. People are.
Corporations have a really fucking huge responsibility in all this, sure. Absolutely. And they need to be held accountable, and the CEOs and decision makers need to be tried for murder and executed. (I am not exaggerating. I believe those people deserve to fucking die every bit as much as Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer or Osama bin Laden deserved to die).
but forgive me if i can hardly have faith that people are going to come together to make that happen when so many people can’t even be bothered to just decline the plastic forks they get when they pick up their takeout and just wait until they get home to eat and use their reusable silverware.
#i'm not even saying that plastic/single-use items should not exist#im just saying that if you don't fucking need them#don't use them
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i hate the fact that i feel numb to the absolute knowledge i have that in my lifetime im most likely going to see the world end. ill live to see fish disappear from the sea, to feel the earth become hotter, to watch frost melt and the ocean become warmer and more acidic and fossil fuels to become even rarer. i hate the fact i cant do anything to stop it: i hate the fact that corporations and conglomerates, billionaires and companies are blaming me, one person, a single person just trying to live, for destroying the world because i ate meat, or bought a plastic drink bottle, or don’t have an electric car. i hate the fact that they dodge the blame by making me feel guilty and change my ways even though that will have no real effect on the world because they dump billions and billions and billions of tons of pollution, plastic, waste, toxic chemicals, gases and rubbish into the ocean and into the atmosphere every fucking day, week, month, year, despite the fact that they drill finite oil and mine every last piece of coal and burn it all. i hate the fact that capitalism and corporate greed, the desire to have every last coin no matter what it takes, what it costs other people, what it costs the world, mean it’s seemingly impossible to fix the mess that they caused.
i hate that billionaires have enough money to clean up the garbage patches of the ocean and they dont, that they have enough to end world hunger time and again and they dont, that its more important to them to be wealthy, to collect money and never let anybody else have it ever and never spend any of it so it keeps adding up, than it is to save the planet, the only one we have. i hate the fact that there’s a ticking clock, a countdown we’ve known about for years and theyre still not doing enough, not doing anything, and companies and countries can pull out of any deals made just because it might cost them some money. as if money is more important than our world. what use is money when the world is ending? how do they live knowing they could help, could clean and fix and repair the broken, dirty parts of the world, the parts that are suffering and in danger, and they just... dont?
i hate that im growing up hopeless. i can try to stay optimistic, say that there are agreements in place and people are working on it, but the fact is that im growing up almost certain that im watching the end of the world happen right before my eyes. no other generation has truly had to deal with this before. im watching capitalism, corporations, and greed ruin the only world we have. our planet is being destroyed: everyone who has ever existed, every story thats ever been imagined, ever building ever built, every famous artwork, every scientific discovery, every king and queen and rich man turned to dust and forgotten, every single animal that has ever existed, all of Earth’s history from the beginning, every piece of knowledge we have, came from this one place, and im watching it die, and its our fault (and again, i hate that i feel guilty even though i have the tiniest effect on this planet and its not actually my fault that its being destroyed). i want to save the environment and i can’t. forests are cut down, oil is spilled, species are destroyed, habitats are ruined, the ocean is polluted with trash and plastic, ice is melting, weather patterns and breaking down, and no matter how much i protest and rage against it all the people responsible, the people with the ability to reverse and change it, aren’t. doing. enough.
ill live to see the people who destroyed the planet die, and ill have to deal with the aftermath, and ill die knowing i lived on a destroyed planet anyway. fuck this. im numb when i should be terrified, or panicked, because the world is literally ending, but ive known this for so long, lived with it for as long as i can remember being taught about climate change, thats its just a fact to me. a sad, hopeless fact.
but alongside being numb, i feel angry. im furious. i love this planet: i love all its fragile ecosystems, its people, the only life we know for sure truly exists, the natural wonders it holds and carefully curated over millions of years. im angry people take, and take, and take even though they know its hurting Earth. im angry that they wont give back and help reverse the damage already done. and i will always be enraged about it, but its so tiring to constantly drum up anger about it. i cant be seething all the time; the anger is a background thing because ill be exhausted already if i have to constantly feel the fear and fury over watching my world die and knowing there are people who could save it.
2035 seems to be the point of no return. if we cant sort it out and make a gigantic change to society and how we live by then, then its all over. there’s no fixing it. at this rate, thats not going to happen. we have maybe 15 years. maybe. sorry to be so negative but this is really, really fucking getting me down tonight. i wont even be middle-aged by the time global warming is irreversible. i really will live to see the planet on its deathbed.
#long post#climate change#global warming#pollution#negative#jay rambles#gen z#i am. uncharacteristically upset about this right now. the whole 'its gonna happen anyway' numb mindset has momentarily lifted and im#feeling a lotta anger and fear and uselessness#shit is so fucked up man. i hate everything and most of all i hate that i have to KNOW this is actively happening#im constantly aware of it#like plastic is everywhere. coral reefs are dying and being bleached. oil spills are being covered up#animals are dying out. the earth is being heated and greenhouse gases are still being emitted at astronomical rates#forests are being cut down and habitats destroyed. and there are people who could fix it!!! fuck!!!!!!! but they wont!!!!! bc of greed!!!!!!
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( alisha wainwright, 30, cis-female) Word around the quadrant is that (NEDD) is originally from (CRILLIA), but has been on the terminus for (3 YEARS). If you’re in a pinch, she is a talented (BIO-ENGINEER). Is that why they’re a (WEAPONS EXPERT)? Anyway, everyone says she is (INTELLIGENT) and (CURIOUS), but don’t get on their bad side because they’re (RECKLESS) and (UNPREDICTABLE). Oh shoot, don’t look now! She has her (Meson Accelerator Pistol) out! (summer, 27, MST, she/her, no triggers)
WORLD BUILDING:
—-> Name: Crillia
—-> Brief Description: Crillia is a trash planet - a place where waste (mostly electronic) is dumped. A majority of the planet is uninhabitable swampland filled with all manner of creatures. Rumor has it some have even mutated due to the experimental or illegal tech dumped there. No one outside of experienced scavengers dare to venture out of the hub cities.
—-> Name: Kairus 9
—-> Located On: Crillia
—-> Brief Description: Kairus 9 is a floating city, one of the main hubs on Crillia. The city is filled mostly with scavengers and junkers who live transient lifestyles. It’s known to play host to a black market where people can get all manner of illegal tech, cybernetics, and drugs. There is little in the way of formal government and authorities typically only show up when some tinkerer has an idea that gets too big and attracts the Company’s attention. Kairus has been nearly destroyed 8 times in the past due to various incursions but rebuilt each time.
ROLE DEVELOPMENT:
—-> Important History:
1. 20 years ago when the rebellions began. Kairus harbored several important rebel leaders. The Company sent in forces to hunt them down and Kairus was nearly burned to the stilts.
2. 15 years when a scavenger uncovered an original sealed colonist ship and unleashed a virus that nearly wiped out the city before a cure was found.
3. 14 years ago an opportunist criminal took over Kairus’s limited population before being assassinated.
4. 10 years ago an ambitious tinkerer found a crashed military vessel and used the technology on it to create a massive weapon. The Company was ruthless and came in with a mallet rather than a scalpel to stop him. Edd’s father was killed in this scuffle despite not being directly involved with either side.
—-> Headcanons:
Edd has never had loyalty to anything or anyone outside of herself. The cybernetics ring she worked for had no loyalty to the rebels or their cause, they were simply paying customers. She has no loyalty to The Company, though she also bears them no ill will despite her imprisonment. I am interested in Edd possibly developing a strong relationship with her crew mates and the crew itself though it will likely be a slow arc.
Though it isn’t wise, Edd is very vocal and proud of her cybernetics and anyone who has been on the ship long enough has likely heard a lecture about how cybernetic implants are the future and knows the laundry list of ‘work’ she’s had done. [Left leg (due to a congenital defect), Right arm (healthy), Both eyes (healthy), Auricular implants (healthy)]
Naturally, Edd could be of use in a medical emergency. Her work required her to know the structures of the human body and how to operate but she’s much more likely to jump to ‘let’s amputate and get you a new leg - it’ll be even better’ than a real doctor.
—-> Key Relationships:
The Test Subject Patient - Edd has been pestering this person to let her install some cybernetics into their body. A telescopic eye, some auricular implants, maybe some reinforcement on their bones - it couldn’t hurt? So far her requests have been denies but she doesn’t seem deterred.
The Babysitter - This person often accompanies Edd during purchases, trade deals, and the recovery and assessment of rebel weaponry. They often end up having to save her ass or stop her from doing something reckless.
ADMINISTRATIVE:
—-> How Did You Find Us: tumblr tags
About time you showed up, EDD, we were just about to take off without you. Stow your gear and make sure you send in your account and finish off the checklist within the next 24 hours, or else we might have to dump you out the nearest airlock. ALISHA WAINWRIGHT has now been claimed. Oh yeah, did I forget to say welcome aboard?
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A Reflection on Zero Waste Living in a Consumer-Driven Capitalist World
Overview of Article
After spending two weeks volunteering on a sustainable, zero waste, farm I was inspired to take a deeper look into the concept of “zero waste.” This blog examines what waste is, the impact of wasted/unused food, how our environment is being destroyed, and the detrimental consequences of compulsory consumerism. I also elaborate on the zero waste techniques and principles that I learned while living on the farm. This is by no means a comprehensive guide to zero waste as the subject matter is vast and research continues to grow but I hope it provides some valuable insight and illuminates the magnitude of the issues we and our planet face. Perhaps it will inspire you to incorporate selected practices into your own life.
Why We Chose to Live a Zero Waste Lifestyle for Two Weeks
After we returned from our first trip traveling around the world we took up a minimalist lifestyle. We joined, and I later became president of, the official Philadelphia branch of the minimalist movement. We became increasingly aware of our consumption of resources. During our journey into minimalism—be it through social meetups, lectures, or our own research—we repeatedly came across the phrase zero waste. We had a loose idea of what this meant but wanted to explore the lifestyle further…enter volunteering on a Zero Waste farm on the Turkish Riviera.
Sylvie and I arrived at our zero waste farm in Dalyan, Turkey with the mid-July heat in full effect. We had found the farm using workaway—a website connecting traveling volunteers with local hosts. You can read our past experiences along with what to expect from workaway. We have volunteered around the world more than a handful of times, often working on organic farms, but this would be our first zero waste experience.
What Does Zero Waste Mean
Initially I did not like the term zero waste. I felt the phrase to be a result of deceptive marketeers trying to push an agenda, on par with suggesting that eating chocolate is good for your heart and that American cereal is actually part of a well-balanced diet. The idea of producing absolutely no waste is thermodynamically impossible—our utter existence creates waste. However after a few days my understanding shifted as I became more open to the concept—the idea is more of a goal than a hard target.
The Term Zero Waste refers to a “set of principles focused on waste prevention that encourages the redesign of resource life cycles so that all products are reused. The goal is for no trash to be sent to landfills, incinerators, or the ocean.” ref. The focus of zero waste is on waste prevention as opposed to end-of-pipe waste management. Because of our consumerist-driven culture we cannot rely on companies to make these changes for us as it is in direct opposition with capitalism and its profit maximizing objective ...a grassroots effort from the consumers is the only meaningful way to implement these principles on any scale. This idea is later discussed under the productization section.
What is Waste?
Most people consider waste to be stuff that they no longer have a use for and therefore end up tossing it out with the garbage. Most people see empty plastic bottles, unused food scraps, chipped tiles, and broken electronics as waste. Thanks, in part to our consumer-driven culture, we associate many items as being trash after their initial use. We buy a widget, use it until its initial purpose is consumed and then throw it in the circular teleportation device that magically empties itself on a weekly basis, for me it was on Thursday mornings.
Some of our waste ends up in landfills that are run by private companies that profit from storing as much waste as possible. Some local regulations are in place about site management but it would go against shareholder interest for a company controlling a landfill to take any precautions above the bare minimum. Landfills contribute to climate change, toxic soil, and a mound of other issues. The volume of our trash that does not end up in domestic landfills gets sold to developing countries with even lower standards of waste removal. Over 40% of all waste ends up in uncontrolled dump sites—much of this trash ends up in our oceans.
Waste Stats:
14 billion lbs. of garbage is dumped into our oceans each year. Most of it being toxic to marine life.
The average American produces 4.4 lbs. (2kg) of trash per day (that’s over 1600 lbs. of trash per person in one year).
Americans make up 5% of the world’s population but contribute 40% to the world’s total waste.
Most communities spend more money on waste management than on schoolbooks, fire protection, libraries, and parks.
If the 140 million cell phones which are thrown out annually in the US were recycled they would save enough energy to power 25000 homes for a year.
What we did on the farm to reduce waste:
During our time on the farm we revamped our perception of what trash is. We considered not only the primary use of something but its usefulness after its initial consumption. Things that we could not find a sustainable use for were not purchased and taken back to the farm. Shopping at local markets allowed us to rid our shopping bags of unnecessary plastic packaging. We created a beautiful mosaic in the bathroom using broken tiles that we salvaged from a construction site. We turned Sylvie’s broken straw hat into a small dish to hold teabags. We tied the tomato plants and gourd vines using strands of hemp and twine. We built a shelving system using an old door along with some wood from a broken piece of furniture. I learned that a consumerist’s trash can be repurposed in a multitude of ways—a task that really gets the creative juices flowing.
Water Waste and Why it Matters
For people living near a seemingly endless supply of fresh water it is hard to imagine what water waste is. There are several impacts of water waste but I will only mention two of them. First the process to recover water used in our houses and businesses requires energy. Saving water saves energy and limits the use of harsh chemicals and therefore reduces global emissions. The second reason is a bit more complicated as it has to do with the water cycle. When a farmer waters their crop the water goes into the ground and may take hundreds of years to end up in a reservoir of some type. Because our continual use/waste outpaces the time it takes the water to return to the aquifers we are quite literally reducing the fixed amount of usable fresh water. A water-rich region that wastes water is stealing the water from future generations of water-poor regions around the world.
Water Waste Stats:
The average American uses around 575 liters (152 gallon) of water per day, more than 2x the average European and over 30x the average person living in a developing country.
Less than 1% of the world’s water is freshwater and available for us to consume (not trapped in glaciers).
A European Commission's Joint Research Centre study found that serious conflicts over water are going to arise around the globe in coming years.
1 glass of milk requires 1000 liters of water.
What We did on the Farm to Reduce Water Waste:
On the farm we limited the showers we took—though I’m not sure rinsing ourselves with a garden hose would constitute as a shower anyways. Most of the volunteers cleaned themselves daily by jumping into the nearby river. The only faucet in the house was shared by 10 people and I would estimate that the total time the water ran in a given day was less than 60 seconds. We had a system in place for how to clean dishes. After meals we would heat a small amount of water and place it into a bucket. The water was then mixed with soap and we hand washed our dishes. Afterwards we rinsed the soap off using a second small bucket of water. After spraying the dishes with a 3% hydrogen peroxide mixture we set them to dry. A few gallons of water was all it took to wash all the dishes of 10 people for 3 meals in an entire day. When watering the plants we made sure to focus on the roots, which also helped to limit soil erosion.
Food Waste and Why You Should Care
25% of the world’s fresh water supply is used to grow food that is never eaten—food waste is an extension of water waste.
Additionally, the solid waste in landfills decomposes into methane while waste exposed to the air decomposes into carbon dioxide. Methane is a gas with a greenhouse effect 25x greater than that of carbon dioxide. Basically when solid waste goes to a landfill it contributes to climate change 25x more than if it was composted or even left rotting on a vine.
Then there are other aspects of food waste such as energy consumption used to produce, transport, and store the extra food. I won’t even mention the havoc that synthetic fertilizer has on our environment.
Food Waste Stats:
1 kg of unused beef equates to the same water wastage as keeping a shower continually running for 4 days and 8 hours [50000 liters].
America alone wastes over $160 billion a year in food waste.
Americans throw out 43000000 lbs. of food each day (tossing away more than half of all food).
The food wasted worldwide could feed half our globe’s population.
If food waste were a country it would be the third largest emitter of greenhouse gases.
Over half of all food waste takes place in the home.
What we did on the farm to reduce food waste:
We would not cook more grains until we ate what was left from prior meals. Sometimes rice, bulgur, and lentils would last us 3 days. By day 3 we would get creative by mixing all types of leftovers into new and unique mixtures of food. We would feed our food scraps to the ducks and chickens the following day while items that had no nutritional content would be added to the compost pile. We also ate only locally grown food to limit our energy use as transporting foods comes at a large energy cost.
The Problem with Productization, Why We Cannot Count on Companies
Let’s face it, we live in a consumerist world that is driven by capitalism. Companies make and sell products, that’s just what they do. They may state to have multiple objectives but their primary aim is to make money for their shareholders—you can actually sue a company that makes a decision that is not in line with making the most money. I get sick after watching 1 episode of Shark Tank—you will see people more interested in “making it big” than on how to substantially improve humanity. We now live in a world where our culture values making money over helping people. If we value our own well-being over our neighbors how the hell are we going to get people to care about something as abstract as our planet? Most people are somewhat conscience of this problem but are too lazy, or maybe too brainwashed, and will look to companies for solutions. A consumer buying a product that marketers promise to be sustainable, green, or use recycled material is only falling victim to the trap of capitalist-driven productization.
A large problem with capitalism is that it is shortsighted, allowing for single entities to consume resources for immediate gain without providing an equal level of responsibility to its long-term damage/impact. Think about old mining towns, fishing villages, coal plants, oil wells, diamond mines, etc. where companies profit from the resources in that region. 10 years later the executives are sitting on their multi-million dollar yachts while people in the towns struggle to pay their health bills. This is what I mean by direct gain without long-term responsibility. The notion that a few people benefit at the expense of the many is what disgusts me of capitalism. Resources are finite and capitalism only aids to redistribute them. Gold into money, land into money, labor into money, etc. This mentality has been running at full throttle for decades and has left the masses morally bankrupt and in the endless pursuit of the proverbial carrot. This system was built during a time when there was enough abundance to be shared but we no longer live in that world. Did you know a young couple could actually support themselves through grad school with children working part time jobs only 50 years ago. Fat chance now! Capitalism, by its own nature, will continually concentrate our limited resources to fewer and fewer entities. Class warfare anyone?
I propose a system where we stop treating everyone and everything as a transaction for personal gain. Stop with this illusion of branding and image, it’s as fake as the photoshopped legs on this year’s Sports Illustrated cover model. Everyone will get old and wrinkled and your new car or couch will eventually rust or break. Start developing your inner worth and stop buying into this idea where your worth is even remotely connected to dollars and our plastic appearances. Develop your inner worth and you will break free of relying on something else, like a company, to set your worth.
A company may claim to be ‘green’ or use ‘recycled plastic’ but these are marketing tactics to allow a consumer to feel good about their purchase (trust me I worked as a marketing strategy consultant). Any product truly produced in a sustainable manner would be priced out of the market and developed at too low a production level to serve a population other than a regional community. You have to remember that any product you buy from a company has been produced solely for the purpose of maximizing income. Capitalism in America has led to the complete disconnection between the products we buy in the store and the impacts of its production. Thank you corporate America for successfully making profit your primary goal (read with sarcasm). I am not suggesting that buying things are bad but the market in which we participate does matter, has an impact, and is a form of activism.
— Below is an example of how a profit-maximizing company runs an egg production business where money is the prime objective. —
Egg production in profit maximizing company:
Since land, shelter, and equipment cost money chickens are crammed inside a warehouse to provide the largest yield per acre. Hens are crammed so closely that they do not have room to open their wings.
During sorting male chickens are thrown into a shredder since they are considered waste as they do not lay eggs and therefore do not generate revenue.
Hens have portions of their beaks burned off to prevent pecking each other to death (this phenomenon occurs when hens are forced to live in tightly confined spaces)
The areas are so cramped that the chickens defecate and urinate on themselves.
The light in the factories is constantly manipulated to maximize egg production.
Occasionally hens are fed reduced-calorie diets to induce an extra laying cycle every so often.
Chickens are fed corn, an unnatural diet, as it is the cheapest form of calories thanks to government subsidized production.
Even companies that market ‘free-range’ only have their chickens free to range for a few weeks of their life before being locked into their cages where they will lay eggs for the rest of their short lives.
After 2 years of these extreme conditions they are bulk sold to the pet food industry, studies have shown that over 30% of these chickens suffer from broken bones due to neglect and harsh living condition.
Read this article to learn more about the realities of egg production. You can also watch the video below!
The more you look into how our products are made—and you don’t have to look too far— the more you can see how disgraceful our profit optimizing system has become. It’s all driven by maximizing revenue and minimizing costs—or profit as it is called in the business world. Did you ever stop to consider that you food you are buying for your dog may be helping to promote the harsh conditions in the egg production industry, or the devastating impacts of the overproduction of corn and monocropping, or the damages synthetic fertilizers are causing?
Eggs are not just products! When will we start caring about the processes that create our outputs? As long as America’s materialist greed for the never-ending desire for more prevails we will be stuck with this problem at a cultural level but it doesn’t have to stop there. The choices you make and the things you buy are a form of activism.
The creation of products, or productization, is the problem—companies create things for us to buy. This creates a culture where consumers look to companies for ‘solutions’ to their ‘problems’—though smart marketers will often create problems consumers didn’t even know they had. This is why we have products like ‘cage-free egg’ and ‘the impossible burger’. They are marketing their way around the issues that they are creating. The impossible burger, a machined product that is made from more than 20 ingredients/chemicals including genetically engineered yeast, Soy Protein Concentrate, Methylcellulose, Zinc Gluconate, multiple oils, etc. is not the type of thing I want to put inside my body. I think I’ll stick to something less manufactured and something more ‘food-like’.
It has taken me years to recognize that buying the lowest price item almost always costs more, just not in dollars. The only person happy to participate in the low low prices driven by our consumerist-motivated lifestyle is the ignorant consumer. Don’t be one!
Product Waste Stats:
Packaging represents 2/3 of household trash.
4% of the world’s children live in the US but Americans buy (and throw away) 40% of the world’s toys.
Between 8,000 and 10,000 disposable diapers are used and thrown away before an average child is potty-trained.
Disposable diapers will still be in the land fill 300 years after they were put there.
Traveling extensively for several years had already allowed us to break the cycle of thinking we need to consume things being marketed by companies. On the farm we stayed away from packaged product all together. We bought eggs from neighbors that take care of their chickens and let them feed on insects and graze as they please—when the chickens get too old to lay eggs they simply roam free on the property. Did you know that chickens consume crop-eating insects and fertilize the fields at the same time? Our water did not come to us inside a Pepsi-branded bottle but from a local well several kilometers away. We used reusable water bottles like this one here. Sodium bicarbonate was used in place of toothpaste and handmade soap was used in place of shampoo and dish detergent.
Final Words on Zero Waste Living
I realize that living a zero waste lifestyle may not be for everyone—using a composting toilet can be a tough hurdle for most people. I chose to live Zero Waste not because I thought I would make a difference or change the world but because ultimately I have to live with the decisions I make and the person I respect most in this world should be myself. The more we travel the more we are exposed to and it becomes increasingly more difficult to be ignorant to our actions. If you walk away from this article with only one message I hope it’s this, “consider the impacts of your actions and stop living a life of intentional ignorance”. Next time you buy your discounted dog food, cheap gallon of milk, or half-priced pair of jeans ask yourself what their true costs really are.
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How To Dry After Bidet 45
Going by the manufacturers' advice and most users, you do not need to wipe after using a bidet. Once you have cleaned your genital and anal areas, you dry yourself off.
Why do people talk about using a bidet instead of toilet
If you press the ‘dry’ button, provided there is one, the air dryer will dry the area.
How to dry after bidet. Once you’re done and dried off, simply wash your hands well. If you are using the traditional bidet, you can dry using toilet paper or a towel. If you press the ‘dry’ button, provided there is one, the air dryer will dry the area.
And the likelihood of getting poop sprayed on your hands is very low, but since you wash. If you are using the traditional bidet, you can dry using toilet paper or a towel. Keep clean washcloths next to the toilet on a small towel rack.
Once you’ve rinsed of after urinating the towel you use to dry yourself is not dirtier than the towel you use to dry your hands after washing them. How are you supposed to dry after using a bidet? After using the bidet and drying yourself, toss the washcloth into a hamper.
Plus, many of our bidet toilet seats—like the swash se600—come with a warm air dryer to keep you dry after you “go,” so you can reduce your need for toilet paper (and your impact on the planet) even further. With a bidet sprayer, you control the positioning of the spritz. To learn more about the best ways to dry yourself after using a bidet, then click here!
This towel is for drying off your hands only. And after, take a few folded tissues and press and hold against your anus to soak up the remaining moisture. If the one you are facing does not, use toilet paper or other paper towels to dry yourself off.
However toilet paper is not great at drying, your fingers can go through it wet, and can leave lent. Then use a few more tissues to wipe and finish. Better yet, you can get a small trash can that has a pedal activated lid.
That's because the water pressure is enough to do a proper cleaning. However, if you prefer quick action, here are four ways of how to dry after bidet use. Click to see watches and warnings.
How do you dry off after using a bidet? Most bidets have a built in air dryer for you to use. The environmental benefits of washing with a bidet far outweigh the small amount of water it takes to wash with one.
After washing with the bidet, dry off using toilet paper or a clean towel and then wash your hands in the sink per usual. That's my method anyway and my asshole is always squeaky clean. Some bidets do not have a drying feature which means you will need to pat yourself dry after being sprayed clean.
Whether a certain model has a dryer or not, using a bidet doesn’t leave you wet all day, as there’s. When it gets full, grab it and dump it in the washing machine. I can't find anywhere if you need to dry after using a bidet.
If you are using the traditional bidet, you can dry using toilet. You can use a little toilet paper to dry. In most public toilets with bidets, towels are provided on a ring next to it.
Position and utilize the nozzle, complete your dry the bidet attachment seat’s nozzle is automatically positioned out of the way of any dirty, contaminated water so you can peacefully wash. If you are using the traditional bidet, you can dry using toilet paper or a towel. In most public toilets with bidets, towels are.
A basket will be kept to the side, in which you can discard your drying cloth. Thicker toilet paper will be better able to deal with the water and won’t tear. Dabbing instead of wiping will also help to prevent tearing and stop small bits of toilet paper from clinging to your skin.
The modern bidet seats even have drying options. You likely didn’t get them dirty since they never actually touch your butt. In most public toilets with bidets, towels are provided on a ring next to it.
Similar to the washcloth method, this is the one way of drying off after using a bidet that does not save a lot of waste. Bidets are not toilets, but rather wash basins designed for cleaning up after using the toilet.use the toilet and dry wipe once with toilet paper to remove any remaining solid waste before using. After using the bidet and drying yourself, toss the washcloth into a hamper.
Some bidets do the drying for you by blowing warm air at your backside through a small vent. If you press the ‘dry’ button, provided there is one, the air dryer will dry the area. The two reasons we got it was (1) washing feels cleaner than just drying/rubbing with toilet paper and (2) preventing the need to buy toilet paper for environmental reasons.
If you use tissue or paper towels that can stop up your toilet if you flush it. Some bidets have a cloth towel nearby, do not use! If you press the ‘dry’ button, provided there is one, the air dryer will dry the area.
The modern bidet seats even have drying options. If you press the ‘dry’ button, provided there is one, the air dryer will. While using toilet paper will not be as necessary for the wiping purposes, you can still use a paper towel or toilet paper for drying off the rinsed surface.
It seems like you can get some that blow dry you, use a cloth, or use toilet paper.
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Independent Study: Fashion, Waste, and Reuse - Project Background
Mounts of trash piled up behind a wall in Isla Mujeres, Mexico. Across the street was the ocean. [image description: mounds of trash pile up behind a blue painted cement wall, with telephone wires and seagulls flying over head].
In november I ran away and traveled all around Mexico -- a crazy, horrible timed trip cuz COVID, that if anyone else did I would be hella mad at BUT i did it anyways because I needed to GTFO after loosing my job and I took serious care to make sure I was keeping myself and others safe from any possible transmition of this ever evolving virus. So we'll leave the mexico travel experience during COVID for another post (but it was truely amazing and held me well during that mourning period) and just bring it up here to talk about the way they deal with their trash. TRASH TRASH TRASH. what a lovely topic.
So in mexico, like many other countries in the world, they don't bury their trash like we do to hide it, they burn it. So when I was traveling around i often smelled the smell of buring garbage which has a particular kind of smell, not like you would think, maybe more like buring pastics which is probably the majority of what is burning. Anyway -- this experience reminded me that the entire world has no solution for our mass consumption and mass waste problem that is killing our planet and that any thing we do whether thats burning, burying, dumping into the ocean, all of it remains here even if we can't see it, we still breath it, eat it, consume it.
I have as an adult been very aware of how much I consume and how much I waste. Growing up in Berkeley, CA in the 90's we were composting in our backyard before the green bins were mandated by the city. We recycled! We bought second hand. We kept things for as long as possible until they literally turned into rags. Rea liberal shit with that peasant mentality twist. When I moved to new york city for undergrad those habits quickly changed. There wasn't composting readily available. I remember reading a recycling sign that disclosed that the only bottles NYC reclycled were those that had necks smaller than the body! What?! I read that but kept throwing everything I was used to reclying into the bin, hoping that it would be sorted and wind up in the right place. HOPING!
So it had been on mind for a while that recycling was probably fake, at least in New York City and then of course this past year (2020) it came out that all recycling of plastic is actually truely a lie and that all the producers of plastic BIG OIL COMPANIES knew it was a lie the whole time and still sold it to us like that sweet ol american dream. For many years we actually sold all of our plastic waste to china. Which shouldn't mean we don't care where it ends up! But a few years back china stopped taking our recycling so we were left to figure it out on our own. But basically plastic is not recycled because it takes more money to recycle plastic than it does to make new plastic. And so of course it all links back to capitalism and caring more for profit than for people. You can learn more about this by reading/listening to it here.
So when I got home from Mexico in December of 2020, I decided to save all of my trash. Everything that can be [actually] composted goes in the green bin and everything that can actually be recycled [aluminum and glass and paper] goes in the recycling. But everything else I decided to keep, to wash, and now I am embarking on a project to turn one month' of trash into a wearable piece of some sort. I have no idea what this looks piece looks like yet. But it's gonna happen.
The Process: Sorting Trash
When I am ready to throw something away I consider it. Is it a piece of food waste, bones, organic material, or wet paper that can decompose back into the earth with out any extra process? If so it goes in the compost bin. Is this an aluminum can, a piece of clean tinfoil, or a CLEANED glass jar or bottle, or newspaper or cardboard? If so it goes in the recycling. If it something that is questionable, like it says compostable but it looks like plastic or it says recyclable but its something like tetrapack, which can only be recycled in certain facilities, it gets added to my trash collection, washed, cleaned, dried and ready to be transformed into this garment of trash.
Next Steps
Currently I have collected all of my trash and begun the cataloging of it. Please keep in mind that I am already not a huge consumer so my trash for the month is far less than the average american I THINK. Most of the trash was collected for just the month of December and some things I have continued to collect into January and February. Like daily disposable contact lense cases! there are so many! It's hard to throw things away now so this project may continue to grow in trash amount. We will see. Becuase this getting long, I'll save the process cataloguing photos for the next post.
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