#reusable metal water bottles

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[reminders-to-drink-water]

Liquid Death is a brand that carries regular water, and flavored water. Plus it is in metal cans so no plastic.

That's pretty cool! Definitely a good alternative to plastic.

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

If, like me, you struggle with long zoo days because there’s nowhere to sit - especially not near where you can see the animals - I have a suggestion for you. Bring a folding camp stool! I’ve started doing this regularly and oh boy does it make a difference.

The specs I looked for were lightweight & collapsible, because I’m also already carrying camera gear and don’t want to be hauling extra or heavy bulk. I went with a GCI Outdoor PackSeat Camping Stool Portable Folding Stool (not linking out, but you can find it at REI as well as that other site) because it was the only one I could find with a weight limit of up to 250lbs. It looks like this!

It collapses down into a pouch that hooks to your belt or a backpack or whatever, and ends up being about the length of my forearm but weighs less than a full reusable metal water bottle. I basically don’t even notice it on top of my gear.

With some sort of collapsible camping stool, you can rest anywhere. I set it up in front of three exhibits with no benches this morning while I hung out and waited for good photo conditions. What I really like is that it’s very lightweight and easy to pick up and move out of the way, but also sturdy enough I don’t feel it’s going to break under me.

It’s not a perfect solution: if you’re short you might not be able to see over every secondary barrier, and my model doesn’t have a backrest (although some by that brand do) so you’re still actively sitting instead of able to totally relax. But man, I was able to spend an hour hanging out and waiting for a snow leopard to appear instead of giving up after ten minutes because I had to stand on concrete.

I didn’t get any guff from the many zoo employees who saw me using it, and a ton of other guests commented what a good idea it was. It might not be ideal for super busy zoo days, but if there’s not a ton of people, it’s a lifesaver to be able to bust out a seat where you need one.

[teaboot]

Thank you for actually mentioning the fishing nets! I've seen so many people, not just tumblr users but professional Youtubers with big followings, bring this up, gesture vaguely in the direction of that misquoted 100 corporations paper, and then never mention where the plastic waste is actually coming from.

the top three industries in pollution are Fuel and Energy. Second is Food and Agriculture. Third is Fashion.

Even as bad as general plastics are- single-use packaging, containers, grocery bags, all of it- it barely scratches the surface on oil, coal, industrialized farming, and fast fashion.

That fishing nets are for- (dramatic pause)- food and agriculture

Yall have heard of the pacific garbage patch? That floating island literally twice the size of Texas made of discarded plastics? It's not all water bottles and plastic straws. In fact, IT IS MOSTLY FISHING NET.

BUT, as I've said before, a company can make a profit off selling you a metal straw and a reusable bottle and marketing itself as eco-concious and cute. There's not a lot anyone can sell you to make you feel like you're doing your part against discarded agricultural equipment.

You wanna change the world? Invent a $25 trinket made of old usee fishing nets and pay a Kardashian to wear it on TV.

And find a way to visibly infuse the properties of REAL OCEAN GARBAGE into its design or function, because otherwise every two-dollar contracted sweatshop from China to Pakistan will be pumping out brand-new fishing net hair scrunchies for half the price from now till the sun implodes, and the surplus waste from every single one will end up right there with that real stuff in the middle of the ocean.

Easily authenticated non-reproduceable upcycled fish net fashion accessories. They're the future

[orellazalonia]

Exactly As You Are

Summary: You slowly form a tender, deeply emotional relationship with Bucky Barnes supports you through the bad days and gently breaks down the walls you’ve built from past abandonment. Despite fears of being a burden, Bucky stays, proving with quiet strength and unwavering presence that love doesn’t need to be perfect to be real. (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Disclaimer: Reader is chronically ill. Mentions/Depictions of symptoms of said illness. Angst. Hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 2.3k+

A/N: This is sort self-indulgent but still an enjoyable read regardless. I left the type of illness ambiguous. You are responsible for the media you consume. Happy reading!

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The first time Bucky saw you, he thought you were just tired.

You were sitting on a bench outside a small, independent bookstore in Brooklyn, a reusable water bottle half-empty beside you, a paperback open in your lap. It was cold out, the kind of sharp October chill that cuts through jackets and settles in bones. But you sat completely still with your shoulders slumped, hands trembling slightly, and breath shallow.

He might not have noticed if not for the way your fingers struggled to hold the book steady.

He didn’t stop. Not at first. He just glanced, like a thousand other people passing by, and kept walking. But two blocks later, something tugged at him soft and persistent, like a memory he couldn’t place. He turned around.

You hadn’t moved from your spot.

By the time he walked back and crouched in front of you, your lips were pale, and your skin had that waxy undertone he recognized from war hospitals and med units. His instincts kicked in, but not the soldier kind, rather the man who’d learned how to read distress in the quietest forms.

“You okay?” He asked, voice low but steady.

You blinked up at him slowly, as if hearing him from underwater. Then you offered a weak, breathless smile and said, “Yeah, just… my body does this sometimes.”

“Does what?”

“Stops.”

He didn’t fully understand what that meant then. But it wasn’t pity that made him sit beside you, not fear or heroism either. It was something else. Familiarity. A kind of haunted recognition.

“Can I call someone for you?” He asked. “Friend? Partner? Family?”

You shook your head. “No one close by. It’ll pass. I just need a minute.”

But your hand was still shaking as you reached for the water. He watched silently, then gently reached over and held the bottle steady so you could drink.

“Thanks,” You murmured.

He nodded. He didn’t press. He simply sat there, beside a stranger who looked like their body was betraying them one breath at a time.

After a long stretch of silence, you spoke again. “You don’t have to wait.”

“Don’t want you to pass out on a sidewalk.”

You huffed a dry laugh. “Romantic.”

He smirked. “I’ve heard worse.”

You turned to look at him then, and something in your expression shifted.

“You’ve had bad days too,” You said.

His breath caught. You weren’t asking. You knew.

He gave a slow nod. “Yeah.”

Your eyes softened. Not out of pity, but out of understanding. “Then you get it.”

He didn't reply out loud, but the way his hand hovered hesitant, then steady, offered the only answer you needed.

Eventually, you regained enough energy to stand. He offered his arm, and you took it without flinching at the metal. That surprised him. Most people still tensed.

Inside the bookstore, he bought a copy of the same book you'd been reading before slipping you his number. You noticed, and raised a brow.

“Trying to impress me?”

He shrugged. “Trying to have an excuse to see you again.”

You laughed then. Still tired, still aching, but real. “Well. It worked.”

-

You didn’t start dating right away. There were slow texts. A few coffee shop visits where he learned which chairs were softest for you to sit in for long periods, which days your hands couldn’t hold a cup, and how sometimes you’d go quiet mid-sentence but not from disinterest, just exhaustion.

But Bucky never minded. He’d lived too many years rushing through the world. With you, everything slowed down. And for once, that felt like healing.

On your first date, he had planned it carefully.

Not because he thought you needed to be impressed but because he wanted to show you he was paying attention. That he’d been listening, clocking every tiny detail you never made a big deal about.

So when he asked, “Dinner with me?” and you hesitated, not because you didn’t want to, but because your body was in one of its quiet warning phases, he didn’t try to convince you. He simply offered an alternative.

“I know a rooftop,” He said. “It’s a quiet and private place with a good view. I’ll bring the food.”

You smiled, that same tired-but-warm curve of the lips he was learning to read better each time. “What kind of food?”

“Soft stuff,” He smiled before teasing. “Things that won’t piss off your stomach.”

You laughed, which he counted as a win.

The night of the date, he showed up at your door with a reusable picnic bag over one shoulder and that awkward, lopsided grin of his. You were in your softest clothes, sweatpants and a knit sweater two sizes too big, and your hair wasn’t doing what you wanted it to.

But he looked at you like you were wearing a red carpet gown.

“I like this,” He said simply, and gestured to your entire self. “It’s very you.”

“Exhausted?”

“Real.”

The trip to the rooftop was just a short elevator ride and half a flight of stairs, but halfway up, your legs started to tremble.

You tried to play it off, pausing to “check the sky,” you said. But Bucky had already seen the shift in your breathing, the tremor in your hand as you gripped the railing.

Without a word, he stepped behind you and wrapped an arm gently around your waist, the cool metal of his left hand bracing your spine.

“You okay with help?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded once. He didn’t rush you. Just matched your pace, supporting you the whole way to the roof.

By the time you sat down on the old couch someone had dragged up there years ago, your body was already crashing. You tried to hide it like you always did. But your hands were limp in your lap, your eyes glassy, and your shoulders had that slight slump Bucky was learning to hate.

He knelt beside you.

“Tell me what you need,” He said gently. “No pressure. Just… tell me.”

You wanted to smile. To tell him he didn’t have to stay, or fuss, or worry. But the words stuck somewhere behind your ribs.

“…I don’t want to ruin this.”

His eyes softened. “You’re not.”

“It’s not fair. You finally ask me out and I’m… this.”

“You were always this,” He countered. “And I asked you anyway.”

That made you blink.

He took the blanket from the bag, yes he’d brought one, and wrapped it around your shoulders. Then he pulled out a thermos of broth and a soft rice dish you’d once mentioned in passing. No wine. Just herbal tea. No candles. Just the city lights. No pressure to be anything but what you were.

You looked at him and he didn’t flinch from the fog in your eyes or the weakness in your voice. He didn’t reach for the version of you from the good days. He reached for you.

“I don’t need the perfect night,” He told you gently, watching you carefully. “I just need you.”

You let out a slow, aching breath. “What if I never get better?”

He brushed a knuckle down your cheek. “Then I’ll learn every version of ‘bad’ until I can walk you through it with my eyes closed.”

You felt something in your chest unravel.

And when he curled up beside you, careful not to jostle your fragile form and content to just sit in silence; you knew, with absolute certainty, that this wasn’t the beginning of something fragile.

It was the beginning of something real.

-

There were days that weren’t as pleasant. Yet time and time again, Bucky insisted on staying. Comforting and reassuring you every step of the way.

One afternoon, the apartment was quiet but not the peaceful kind. The kind of silence that pressed against the walls, thick and tense. The kind that settled in your chest and made it hard to breathe.

You sat on the couch with your knees pulled up, a blanket draped around your shoulders even though it was midafternoon. You should’ve taken your meds earlier, should’ve eaten something by now, should’ve answered the texts piling up on your phone. But your joints ached like they were full of broken glass, your head pounded from hours of tension, and every sound, every thought, felt like it might shatter you.

You didn’t hear Bucky come in. Not at first.

He always moved quietly, even when he wasn’t trying to. It was a habit that never left him. A ghost of another life. He didn’t say anything right away, just took in the picture in front of him. The faraway look in your eyes. The way your hand gripped the edge of the blanket like it was the only thing tethering you to the room. The way your body curled in, like it was trying to disappear.

He crossed the room slowly and knelt in front of you, not touching you yet, but remaining close.

“Hey,” He greeted gently. “Rough day?”

You nodded, barely. Your throat felt too tight to speak.

Bucky waited. He was good at that, waiting. Letting you come to him on your own time with no pressure or pity. Just quiet, patient presence.

But then the words came tumbling out before you could stop them.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this all the time. With me.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed, not in confusion, but in a kind of slow heartbreak. Like he’d heard this before because he had, and every time it hurt more.

He reached slowly, brushing your hand with his gloved fingers before gently taking it in his.

“Don’t say that,” He spoke quietly.

You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “But it’s true. You didn’t sign up for this. For all the canceled plans, and the bad days, and the… God, the way I feel like a burden.”

He exhaled, long and steady, and then stood, just enough to sit beside you. His arm curled around your shoulders, pulling you in with a kind of care that felt deliberate. Solid and unshakeable.

“I know what it feels like to think you’re too much,” He began slowly. “To think you’re broken, that people will get tired, or that you’ll wear them down until they leave.”

You swallowed hard.

“I spent years feeling like that,” He continued. “Even when Steve stayed. Even when Sam stuck by me. It never went away easy. But then I met you.”

His hand found yours again. Held it tighter.

“You taught me that people aren’t burdens. That pain doesn’t make someone less worthy of love. That needing help isn’t weakness.”

You shook your head, voice hoarse. “That’s different. You went through hell. You didn’t choose it.”

“And neither did you.” His voice was low but firm now. “You didn’t ask for this. You fight through more pain in a day than most people even imagine. And you still smile. You still care. You still show up.”

“But this isn’t fair,” Your voice was shaky. “You shouldn’t have to see me like this. You could… you could have anyone.”

Bucky went very still.

You turned your head away. “I don’t want you to stay because you feel obligated. I don’t want to trap you in something broken.”

His voice was low, firm as he asked. “You think I stay out of pity?”

“No. I think you’re kind. And maybe you don’t realize yet how permanent this is. How much this takes. I can’t go on missions with you, I can’t run, I can’t even cook without getting dizzy. Some days I can’t even-“

You broke off. Voice cracking.

“I can’t give you a normal life, Bucky. I’m tired all the time. And someday you’re going to wake up and realize I’m more burden than person and I can’t survive that again-“

Your breath caught. You hadn’t meant to say again. But it was out there now.

He didn’t try to shush you. He didn’t give you empty words or say you’re not broken, or you’re still beautiful, or it’s not that bad. Instead, he leaned forward and rested his forehead gently against yours. His voice was raw and honest.

“You think I want a normal life?”

You blinked at him.

“I spent years being turned into someone else’s weapon,” He whispered. “I wake up some nights not knowing what year it is. I have blood on my hands I can’t wash off, and a mind that doesn’t always feel like mine. You think I came here for normal?”

He exhaled shakily. “No, sweetheart. I came here for you. Just you.”

Your chest caved with a soft, helpless sob.

“I don’t want perfect,” He said. “I don’t want easy. I want real. And you… this pain, this fight, all of it; it’s real. You’re still here. You keep going. And if you think for one second I’m walking away because your body’s at war with you…”

His hand slid into yours, careful and steady.

“…then you don’t know me yet. I choose to be here,” He said. “Not out of obligation. Not because I feel sorry for you. But because I love you. All of you. Even on the bad days. Especially on the bad days.”

Tears welled up before you could stop them. You hated crying in front of people but with Bucky, it never felt like weakness. It just felt honest, safe.

He pulled you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin, wrapping both arms around you like a fortress. “You are not a burden,” He murmured. “You are my home.”

And in the stillness, something inside you began to loosen. Not the pain, no, that stayed. But the guilt, the weight of it all began to lift just a little as you let yourself be held.

For once, it felt okay to just exist. To be loved, even when you didn’t feel lovable.

And Bucky held you like he’d never let you forget it again.

Because he didn’t try to fix you.

He just loved you.

Exactly as you are.

[bcksbarnes]

"he has 5 more minutes before i throw his shit on the lawn," bucky mutters as he brings a cup of coffee to his lips. he's standing by the window overlooking the street, his brows furrowed together as watches the cars pass on the street.

you roll your eyes at him, bucky had a flair for the dramatics - even if his idea did sound tempting.

you had been dreading this day for a while - your ex was coming to pick up the last of his things. finally.

it all fit neatly into a box: an old t-shirt, a reusable water bottle, a beat up copy of to kill a mockingbird and some other miscellaneous trinkets that you just wanted out of your place. out of your life.

bucky clears his throat and turns away from the window, the sign to you that your ex was here - the knock on the door a few moments later confirmed it.

you walk to the door, bucky only a few steps behind you with his arms crossed over his chest watching as you open it up to reveal the man on the other side.

not much is said as you let him in besides a few pleasantries - though you can tell your ex is biting back some choice words as he sees bucky standing behind you.

the box is sitting on the kitchen table waiting for him, but he doesn't grab it right away. his hands rest on his hips as he eyes the contents.

"where's my sweatshirt?"

"i gave it back to you already," you say, a frown on your features. you remember it being the first thing you gave back when you broke up.

"what about my phone charger?"

"you took that when you left. this is all i have."

"and my -"

"enough. this is all you left," bucky's voice cuts him off.

"this doesn't concern you," your ex snaps back, his head turning in bucky's direction. "this is between us, alright?"

a scoff leaves bucky's lips as he grabs the box off the kitchen table with his metal hand, not listening as your ex tries to get him to stop. there was no stopping bucky barnes.

"you can take your shit and your attitude somewhere else," bucky says, opening the front door and throwing the box. it explodes across the grass, leaving all of your exes stuff in a million pieces.

a few curses are yelled as he leaves in a hurry to grab his things, you watching with your hand over your mouth as you try your best not to laugh.

"i told you," bucky says with a smile as he slams the door shut. "i'd throw his shit on the lawn."

- hurt/comfort prompts

[meo-juice]

denki kaminari headcanons ✩࿐࿔

͙͘͡ ★ my no. 1 right here fellas, so go easy on my boy. enjoy!

͙͘͡ ★ cw: sfw, slightly suggestive, swearing.

͙͘͡ ★ word count: 427

͙͘͡ ★ dividers from @enchanthings here on tumblr!

denki cannot tie his own ties and frequently misses buttons on his shirts.

he watches youtube during every meal and every night before bed (he likes markiplier a lot.)

he plays a lot of video games, when he was a kid he wanted to be a youtuber and not a hero originally.

100% an ipad kid. and a leash kid.

he had braces for a long time and has super straight teeth now because of it, but the metal would sometimes have an adverse reaction with his quirk, leading to many bitten tongues.

he's always got either an energy drink or soda on him, the reusable water bottle is basically just for show because iida said his problem of having 200 half-drank plastic water bottles in his room is the sole reason for climate change.

throws pick up lines out like confetti but as soon as someone shows a minuscule amount of interest back to him he freezes like a deer in headlights.

early on at UA, he made a suggestive comment about one of the girl's bodies that got him knocked silly by kirishima and bakugou. he is now respectful (for the most part.)

in the class group chat he constantly sends memes and tiktoks and bakugou has left said group chat many times because of it.

the italian brain rot memes on tiktok will never not be funny to him.

"hey bakugou have you seen the new girl in class B? her name is candice."

"who the fuck is named candi-"

"CANDICE DICK FIT IN YOUR MOUT-"

*cue explosion*

he was the highlighter kid in middle school.

he was also a band kid before UA, he probably played the saxophone or something else really loud.

awkward at first, but he can be really intuitive with people's feelings and is a good shoulder to lean on when you need it. or just to play video games he purposefully lose so you can win to feel better about yourself.

a touchy-feely person, not even in a weird way. he'll just lay on top of his friends or start braiding their hair (not well).

BIG cuddler. will make a few awkward jokes, " you know what's 6 inches long and has 2 nuts?" but can bring it back easily, "the almond joy i left in my bag could you go grab it for me pls."

sends "why hewwo pwincess" videos to the guys.

him and sero go out to try new food places at least every other week. denki is broke as hell so sero always foots the bill.

͙͘͡ ★ disclaimer: these characters do not belong to me! all written works are my own (meo-juice). please do not repost my work on other sites or apps than tumblr. thank you!

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#0 - prologue

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summary: in which Calyx pokes their nose somewhere they shouldn't, but really, who could blame them? it's not like there would be life-altering consequences, right?

cw: slight paranoia, environmental whump (getting trapped in a derelict house?) - there isn't much in this one, it's mostly setting the scene :)

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Calyx was walking home from work when they heard it, a quiet, distressed little 'meow' in the derelict house they'd walked past every day for the past couple of weeks. It was impossible to miss, the end of a row of terraced houses. No 'For Sale' sign, but no one ever went in or out (if it was even possible to do that), and massive weeds grew in the small yard and under the door. It looked like at some point, a window had been smashed, so mold grew on the jagged edges of yellowed glass.

A fixer-upper for sure, and Calyx dreamt of one day buying it dirt-cheap and building a home. Not exactly something on the cards for the foreseeable future, considering the debt they were about to accrue in medical school, but a fun daydream nonetheless.

So. Tiny cat in there? Potentially in distress? Perfect excuse to explore a little.

They looked around, checking to make sure no one saw them push the rusted little metal gate and tilt their head to hear the source of the sound again.

"Hey, kitty… where are you, my love?" They didn't have space or funds for a cat, but Calyx giggled a little at the thought of Tom's face if they brought one home. They heard a meow again, and it seemed to be from inside the house. Windows partially shattered as they were, it seemed clearer now that they were closer.

Heart leaping at the chance to go inside, they pushed the door, wincing at the loud creak. Then they heard the cat again, and turned a corner through another threshold, following the noise. After they had entered what seemed to be an incredibly old living room, the door shut behind them with a resounding thud. They whipped around, suddenly wary. That was a lot of force for an abandoned house. Calyx tried the handle and, oh - stuck. Shit.

"Right. That's weird." They spoke to no one, or maybe the cat, still unseen. A gust of warm summer wind blew a strand of hair out of their face, and they followed its route in, at the window, partially smashed. Was it possible for a bit of wind to have shut that door? Calyx couldn't be sure.

The hole wasn't big enough for them yet, but they didn't carry a metal water bottle just for the reusable element. Bit of adventure and vandalism never hurt anyone. They couldn't be mad for making the window more broken.

Weeds grew out of the carpet, and their foot snagged on one as they moved through the room in the dusty dark. They managed to grab a corner of a couch to catch themselves, recoiling when they registered the soft powdery feeling of rot. They grimaced, rethinking their decision to come in here, when they heard - or could swear they heard - a laugh. It sounded mean, like someone was laughing at their misfortune. Or stupidity. Either way, Calyx's blood ran cold.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?" They tried to keep their voice neutral, but an edge of panic definitely was creeping up on them. The room was an unambiguous rectangle, with no obvious places to hide, and it had definitely come from inside the room. Very weird. Creepy, even.

"Hey, kitty. Leaving in a minute, so if you want to get out - why am I reasoning with a cat? Okay, Calyx. Leaving now." They pressed the palms of their hands to their forehead, then took out their water bottle and gingerly moved to the window. Mushrooms grew on the wooden window frame, and they were just about to smash out the rest of the broken window pane when they heard a voice directly behind them and froze.

"Calyx." Shit. The way the person tried their name in their mouth summoned the very distinct, though unfamiliar, feeling that they were prey. "Interesting. This could be fun."

"Uh, sorry. I didn't think anyone -"

They turned around slowly, heart thumping in anticipation, but where they expected a - from the tone of voice - slightly amused squatter, they were face-to-face with a small black cat. Not a kitten, like they'd thought, which meant that she'd found her way into the house and could easily have gotten out herself. Fine.

"You didn't - talk, did you?"

The cat meowed as if in response, and Calyx frowned. "Of course not," they muttered.

If they could've been mistaken about the laugh, they had definitely heard a voice. "Hello? Is anyone - how would you have got in, the door's stuck. Unless you were, uh, here before me. Sorry for intruding, I thought - I don't know what I thought. Leaving now." Their ramblings didn't help the dread began building in their chest, and Calyx had a very sudden, very intense feeling that they were being watched.

Green eyes glowed in the dark of the room, and Calyx shivered at the intensity of it. The cat hadn't stopped looking at them, and it blinked once, then sat down on the couch and started grooming itself, seemingly completely comfortable with the mold and mildew.

"Okay. Strange kitty." They moved forward to pet it, intrigued by how comfortable it was around a human, but when they got close, the cat hissed and scratched them in less than a moment. In the second that Calyx yelped and drew their hand back, the cat had jumped off the couch and out of the hole in the window.

"Lovely. Nice meeting you." Calyx sighed and squinted at their hand, then uncapped their water to pour what was left of it onto the scratch. It stung, but not the worst thing that could've happened. They'd had a tetanus booster recently, so it was probably fine.

They smashed the rest of the window pane and clambered out of the window, getting scratched again with the sharp edges of glass still in the frame.

"Why did I do this again?"

Calyx started walking down the road, ignoring the various stinging sensations on their arms, and hoping they hadn't inhaled mold spores, when their phone rang, familiar tune signalling their (worried) boyfriend.

"Hey, love!" They didn't have to fake the upbeat tone, their strange encounter briefly forgotten as they listened to Tom's voice.

"Oh, good." Calyx heard Tom sigh. "Sorry, I know I said I wouldn't be like this."

"No, it's okay. Honestly, I should've called you earlier, I'm a bit weirded out."

"What? What happened?"

Calyx laughed a little, a soft rumble of happiness filling their body at the concern in Tom's voice. Not something they were used to, but something they were very, very pleased about.

"Nothing happened, I just - you know that horrible looking house that I always say I want to buy one day?"

"Yeah, the biohazard?"

Calyx snorted, turning onto their street. "Yeah, that's the one. Anyway, I went inside - no, listen, there was a cat, and I thought a kitten had got stuck somewhere, because I swear it sounded like a kitten, so I thought I'd just help out."

"Calyx."

"It wasn't supposed to take long!"

"Dude, it's a biohazard for a reason. What if the cat had rabies?"

"Mm, I saw it. Didn't look like it did. Honestly, I don't even think it was a stray. Looked way too clean."

Tom sighed in exasperation. "Were there any cool mushrooms at least?"

They smiled and thought for a moment, punching in their floor in the elevator. "Mm, I think so. There were these ones that looked like they were spilling out of the wood in the window frame. Wasn't really paying much attention though, because I swear the cat talked to me. Before it scratched me."

"You - what?"

"Yeah, I don't know if it's my psychosis playing up again, but that was weird. Also, it's never that clear of a voice. I heard a laugh, I'm sure, and words, Tom. Also, I'm on our floor, if you want to get the door."

Calyx heard him laugh, and shuffle to get up.

"What'd you hear? Also, couldn't you just heal the scratch?"

"Oh yeah. I forgot I could do that now." Their housemate, Ada, had been teaching them both very minor spells. Tom wasn't getting it, but Calyx had managed to learn a minor healing spell and essentially, one that turned their palm into a torch. Not the most extravagant spells, but having not grown up around magic, it was still thrilling to see it. "Uh, also I heard my name. That's not super weird, because I had just said it. I was thinking aloud, but then - um,"

Tom opened the door, and Calyx cut the phone off, grinning at his frown. "To be honest, I don't think I remember what it said. Something about this 'being fun.'" Calyx made air-quotes around the paraphrasing, frowning slightly at the fact that they had just lied to Tom. They knew what it said.

"Cee." Tom stood, arms crossed, by the threshold as Calyx took their shoes off. "You absolutely just met the fae. You just gave a fairy your name."

"Not true. They took it, if anything."

"That's worse. You know that's worse." Tom counted the evidence on his fingers. "A laugh, repeating your name and saying they'd have 'fun'? Did you say there was mushrooms on the window? Oh, that's the fae. For sure. You're fucked."

Calyx hummed, sitting by the kitchen island, legs swinging. "Well. We'll see."

"What happened to the cat?"

"Oh, it ran off after scratching me. I was trying to pet it but I think I scared it."

"Calyx!" That was Ada, looking around the door of the study. "Please tell me I didn't hear what I just heard."

"Which part, the stray cat scratch or meeting the fae?"

Ada moved forward, also crossing her arms. The pair of them looked like twins, Calyx mused, blonde hair and blazing eyes staring at them disapprovingly. "All of it. You know fae can shapeshift, right? The cat might have been - "

"Right, yes, yes. I know fae legend, guys. Sorry for my endless curiosity. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a terrible wound to tend to." They turned around and attempted the healing spell on the scratch and cuts on their arms away from Ada's eyes. When it didn't work for the scratch or the deeper cuts, they started washing them with a sigh and a wince.

Calyx spoke again, feeling the burn of their friend's stares at their back. "Look, if the fae want anything monetary from me, they're not getting much." They thought about the looming rent bill, and their share that they definitely were not going to be able to pay.

"Not helpful. I think you should wear an iron bracelet or something."

"Ada, I don't need to do that, oh my God. Isn't it way more likely that it's just my psychosis acting up? Or maybe I inhaled some spores. Maybe I'll start seeing shapes."

"Wear one for me?" Tom leaned on the kitchen counter next to them, eyes intent and focused. "Just… don't want you getting hurt."

Calyx softened. "Okay. Sure. Love you. Sorry for maybe getting trapped by the fae."

"Forgiven. Love you too."

Tom kissed their knuckles, and the evening rolled on.

Calyx didn't bring up the rent, or the fact that even after multiple attempts at the healing spell, the scratch hadn't healed, even though all the rest of the cuts had closed up, or the fact that they were feeling distinctly more full of dread as time went on. They remembered every moment of being in the house, knew exactly what had been said, and at one point in the evening, saw a shadow in the corner of their eye that definitely looked a little bit like a cat. They couldn't shake the feeling of being prey, couldn't unsee the green eyes, unblinking.

If the other two noticed how they silently got up to wear the iron bracelet that Ada had taken out, nobody said a word about it. No harm in it.

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[glitterphilosophy]

Reasons why I would not have survived in 2014

Okay, so listen. I know all of us girls, me included, wish more than anything that we were teens during the 2013-15 girlblogger era. I'm 18, so in 2014 I was literally 7, and I never got the opportunity to be a Tumblr girl then, so I'm living my 2014 dream now! However, although i think I'm made for the 2014 life- living and breathing Tumblr, spending my days reading magazines and wearing cute pjs, pink everything and Victorias Secret, being my best most girly princess self- there are some things nowadays that I could so not live without! This post is to remind all the Tumblr girls how lucky we are to be here in 2025 (the new 2015) xx

1. Disney Plus- Disney Plus was only released in 2019! My favourite thing to do in the evenings is sit with a face mask and watch an old Disney movie. True Tumblr girls are obsessed with Disney, they were really missing out in 2014!

2. The bow trend- There are so many options for girly girls nowadays, I love that everything is covered in bows!

3. Stanley cups- Yall can hate all you want- I love my reusable water bottle. Mine isn't a Stanley, its another brand thats leakproof, with a metal straw and lid (and its way cuter imo), its baby pink and keeps my water cold for hours, I love it! I take it everywhere with me, it makes me feel so put together and like such a girly girl.

4. Skincare options- Tell me why abrasive sugar scrubs were normalised for the FACE in 2014? Everytime I watch old videos I am traumatized by their skincare routines, I honestly wonder what those girls look like now 😭 Even though I find the packaging kind of ugly, Byoma has done wonders for my skin, something I struggled with for so long! I couldn't live without clean skincare and my gua sha, honestly.

5. Clean girl makeup- 2010s makeup had its moment, and its beautiful, but matte makeup doesn't suit me at ALL. Some makeup I see thats insanely dewy or with loads of blush I don't love, but overall I much prefer a less heavy look with more cream products- those block brows were not doing me ANY favors.

6. Charlotte Tilbury- Kind of following on from the last point, there is something so VS angel about Charlotte Tilbury makeup. The packaging, the products, I'm OBSESSED. I love keeping my skin looking like skin, while still being cute!

7. Vogue Beauty Secrets- I don't know when these started, but the oldest ones I've watched are from like 2019. Theres nothing better than watching Vogue Beauty Secrets while getting ready in the morning!

8. Music- Don't get me started! Although I adore music from 2014 and before, 2016-19 was really where its at for me. I couldn't live without Thank U, Next, and some of my fav Taylor Swift songs only came out last year! Sometimes I just need to blast Brat to get through my day, and thats ok!

9. Ugg dupes- You can get them ANYWHERE, in so many styles too! I love my platform fluffy uggs and my ultra mini black ones as much as my regular real uggs, I would never have been able to afford so many options in 2014!

10. Heatless curls- My HOLY GRAIL. Was this a thing in 2014? I honestly don't know! I would not cope without my heatless curls set, not using heat on my hair has made it so healthy, and I look put together from the minute I get out of bed with basically no effort!

💐

[wannabite]

Savon + dokugumi seperate nsfw headcannons?

I am so obsessed with these damn side characters. They literally have never spoken except for Savon, but I adore them.

Dokugumi NSFW headcannons

Savon

•He loves to have you sit on his lap and cock warm him. One cock inside you as the other twitches against your clit. He'll take phone calls from his underlings while you're squirming against him. Whispering in his other ear that you can't wait any longer as you try to jerk off his other neglected penis. But he won't fuck you until he's done with his work so he just slaps your hand away.

•Then when he isn't teasing you and is actually fucking you, he loves to choke you. Squeezing his fingers around your neck while rutting into you. He may even wrap his tail around your neck if you ask him sweetly enough.

Ozone

•Very vanilla in bed. The kinkiest thing he does is praise you. Service top through and through to end. Constantly asking you if he should slow down, if you want a break, or if you feel good. Aftercare is great with him as well. Starting a shower for you and filling up a big reusable water bottle for you to chug down.

•He's a slight fan of listening to classical music during sex. It makes the environment more sensual and affectionate in his opinion. If you have music you want to play during sex he would be ecstatic to hear it. However if it's fast past songs like metal he will pout a little. It clashes with the rose petals shrew about the floor and all the candles he lit.

Smog

•If you're a komodo dragon as well he loves marking you with shallow bites to the neck, but if you're not immune to his venom he'll just scratch you up with his claws. Running his hands down your back to leave pretty red lines so everyone knows you belong to him if you wear a tank top. But if you mark him back, he will be completely smitten. Please please nip at his throat. He'll take his scarf off just so he can wear your claim on him proudly.

•And as the middle child out of his brothers, he has a small praise kink. He loves to hear you mewling out that he's gonna make you cum. Or to hear you whimpering out his name mixed with your pleads for more. He loves the sounds of your moans and he would fold immediately if you gave him the silent treatment in bed.

CO2

•This dragon loves to show off, whether it's his own body or his S/O's. He loves when you wear revealing clothes in public. It just makes him want to fuck you right where your standing. He wouldn't even mind if people see. He spent too much time in his childhood trying to hide away from the glares of other animals. He's now at the point in life where he wants others to see a venomous reptile and think "Oh no, he's hot!".

•And when you're in the privacy of your bedroom he loves to have sex in front of a mirror. Not only because he can train you to love every inch of your body like he does, but also because he wants to draw this exact scene out later. From your expression to the tremble in your ankles, he'll cement this moment into his mind. His anatomy sketchbook has empty pages that need to be filled and what better subject than you.

[teaboot]

Hey! Bamboo toilet paper person here. Your response was very thoughtful-- I want to apologize for placing the onus of climate issues on individual action, haha. I work at a zoo that bills itself as being very heavy on conservation messaging, but as a non-partisan organization we're obviously not allowed to talk about the evils of capitalism. This means that in our programming, we MUST place the responsibility of stopping climate change on individual guests, encouraging them to make more environmentally conscientious decisions like buying reef safe sunscreen or reducing carbon emissions by driving less. The most "political" we're allowed to get is telling people to stay educated and vote in favor of laws that will have a positive impact on the environment. I think I've been drinking the Zoolaid a little TOO much recently, because you're totally right-- the vast, VAST majority of damage to the environment is caused by major corporations, not random people working around their own unique needs. It was also low key a little ableist of me to take issue with that ngl.

Obviously no obligation to respond to this publicly (though it's fine if you choose to do so), but I did want to thank you for your response and mention that it did get through the nonprofit mission-based-organization propaganda living rent free in my head haha. Cheers!

Hey, you work at a zoo? That is SO cool, aadsdggjjg@!!!

And hey, no worries, you totally had a good point about endless waste and trying to counter it where possible- Just from personal experience involved in the barest edge of the fashion industry, I really, really, REALLY hate the idea that, like... people can't access simple shit like plastic straws, even if they're the best, most practical, least-harmful option for them.... because a 12 year old made up some random number for a school project about plastic waste

Where, as a zoo person, I imagine you're already aware that the average sea turtle is WILDLY more likely to die from abandoned plastic fishing nets or ocean-dump grocery bags than accidentally get a straw inside it

So here we are, using paper straws!- which may be an improvement, or may not, I don't have that data, and construction emissions are their own thing- BUT WE STILL HAVE OCEANS FULL OF ABANDONED NETS

WHICH ARE OBJECTIVELY WORSE, but MUCH harder to get rid of, and as the average person doesn't USE fishing nets, it'd much harder to market as a "You, not me" sort of issue.

Cleaning up fishing nets isn't trendy. It isn't sexy. You can't troubleshoot a cute little trendy solution for it that you can market to upwardly-mobile tweens.

But a reusable water bottle? A cute canvas tote? A metal straw? That's a solution you can buy and feel good about.

Never mind that you need to use a single cotton reusable bag somewhere like a million times before the cost of its construction counterbalances the cost of a single grocery bag every time you shop- which, hey, some of us were reusing as trash liners for their wastebaskets, or bundle bags for donating clothes, or lining for our leaky winter boots!

If a better option is available, I'll take it. But as ZERO HARM is next to impossible at this time, I personally am gonna aim for MINIMAL HARM as long as I can.

...sorry, I didn't mean to ramble off again.

But hey, if your nonprofit is doing good things, feel free to shoot me a link! I can post it on my blog :D

(Link to original post for context lol)

[nardo-headcanons]

Writing Scientist Characters

this post is mainly an excuse to post a certain list of lab supplies I've made for a friend and infodump about lab work. but feel free to use this as a little resource when writing characters who are scientists and/or lab nerds. who knows, maybe it'll be of use.

General thoughts

Many people think it's a stereotype that scientist or nerd characters talk using complex technical jargon. While that is true to an extent, there actually is some kind of lab jargon. It varies across different labs and fields, but one thing they have in common is that it seeks to simplify, not the other way around.

gelelectrophoresis becomes elpho

microbiology becomes mibi

deioninized water becomes aqua dist

biochemistry becomes BC

sodium hydroxide becomes NaOH

They will probably not call a glass of water "silicon dioxide and h2o".

...and more. feel free to get creative. If you're writing in any other language than English, you can throw in one or two anglicisms as well. Also, most scientists will never gatekeep their work, and in an opposite fashion, will not shut up about it unless you make them. And no, most chemists do not know the entire periodic table by heart, only the most relevant elements. (main groups and a few commonly used metals of the subgroups) When it comes to characters doing the lab work, keep in mind that there are a lot more people involved than the scientist themself. Most scientists are more occupied with paperwork and data analysis, it is the laboratory technicians and assistants that do most of the practical work. They often have more lab experience than the scientists themselves.

Things you can have your lab nerd character do instead of making random chemicals explode

writing a lab report (and losing their mind over excel)

degreasing the glass bevel stoppers

removing the permanent marker from beakers (labeling is important)

complaining about the lack of funding of [their field] research

cleaning glassware

preparing specimen for examination

googling the most basic equations for their report

checking if the glassware and utensil collections are complete

steal single use plastic pipettes from their lab

pirating expensive textbooks

A list of laboratory supplies and utensils you can have them work with

Laboratory general (chem + bio)

Erlenmayer flasks, beakers, precision scales (3 digits), glass rods, metal spoons/spatulas, screw on glass flasks (autoclave compatible) test tubes, stopcock grease, dispensers with sanitizer and hand cream, gas burners, heating plates, eppendorf pipettes, pipette tips, Peleus pipetting aids, squirting bottles, liquid and powder funnels, incubator/drying chamber, round watch glasses, magnet stirring plates.

Microbiology Autoclave, petri dishes, agar plates, innoculation loops (reusable and metal), clean bench, microscope slides, microscope, drigalski-spatula, test tubes with clamping lids

Histology

Paraffin bath, water bath, scalpels, scissors, razor blades, microtomes (rotating microtome, slide microtome and freezing microtome), histocinette, tweezers (various kinds), ocular

Biochemistry

Sequencing robots, eppendorf tubes, gelelectrophoresis chambers, centrifuge

Analytical Chemistry

Photometer, kuvettes, burettes, mass spectro meters, UV bank (for chromatogrophies), pyknometers, melting point meter, porcelain mortars, pH paper, analytical scales (4 or more digits)

Prep Chemistry

Tripod/standing material, miniature lifting platforms, spiral condenser, colon condenser, round bottom flask (three necked and y- necked), filtration material, Separating funnel

Electrical engineering

Electric generators, Soldering iron, Clamp connectors, plugin connectors, ohm’s resistors, plug in lamps, condensers, transistors, PCBs, amperemeters, voltmeters, multimeters

Mechanics

Tripod/standing material, metal hooks, metal rods, mechanical stop watches, marbles, metal springs, Newton meters, laser motion detectors

Optics

Prisma (various kinds), various glass lenses (concave, convex, biconcave, biconvex), laser pointers, optical bench, mechanical iris diaphragm, looking glasses, monochrome lamps, lamp filters

Most used chemicals

Deionized water, ethanol, NaOH, HCl, H3PO4, NaCl (+ physiological NaCl solution 0.9)

Useful websites for writing science stuff

DNA sequence generator (simple): http://www.faculty.ucr.edu/~mmaduro/random.htm

DNA, RNA and protein sequence generator: https://molbiotools.com/randomsequencegenerator.php Annealing temperature calculator: https://tmcalculator.neb.com/#!/main

Medicine name generator: https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/medicine-names.php Anything chemistry related: https://www.wolframalpha.com/input?i=chemistry

Commonly used software:

MS Excel

Yenka

CASSY Lab

LabView

SpectraLab

LIMS

LaTex

Slack

Scientist friends, feel free to add onto this.

Have fun writing!

[juvinadelgreko]

random headcanon of the day: ronan lynch has a black metal reusable water bottle that’s covered in increasingly ridiculous stickers.

you can’t tell me tree-hugging-forest-dreaming server-farm-destroying ronan lynch doesn’t have a reusable water bottle. he dreamt it to be the exact right size to hold a lot of water but also to fit in the BMW’s cup holder, and to also appear in his hand whenever he thinks of it (can mine do this please). you can’t tell me his whimsical ass doesn’t put stickers all over it, including:

- HARVARD logo

- GEORGETOWN logo

(slapped on top of the harvard one, lol. i think it makes the most sense for adam to have transferred to GTown at first so he and ronan could at least keep a home base at the Barns for a little bit while they found their footing in the world)

- MY OTHER RIDE IS A PIG

(with a drawing of The Pig, of course)

- MY RAVEN IS SMARTER THAN YOUR HONOR ROLL STUDENT

- CALTECH DEPT. OF ENGINEERING

(i think our boys enjoy some time on the west coast for awhile for adam to finish up undergrad and co-op. it took him a minute to figure out what he wanted to do, but he was able to transfer a lot of his credits from GTown. caltech offered opportunities he just couldn’t pass up. i like that headcanon of adam becoming a civil engineer and maybe working for the department of transportation and helping them build around ley lines. whoever posted it, please make yourself known so i can credit you. i searched for your post but tumblr ate it.)

- [some extremely vulgar line of Latin poetry that scandalizes the few members of the public that are able to read it]

- the Irish flag

- SHENANDOAH NATIONAL PARK entrance sign

(he and adam went camping there to celebrate adam finishing his first year of undergrad)

- QUEER AS IN FUCK YOU

- a smiling panda with the words SMITHSONIAN NATIONAL ZOO written on its belly

(i refuse to let go of declan canonically gifting ronan a zoo membership for his birthday and the smithsonian zoo pandas are the most beloved animals in dc. he and adam go to see them when adam has a friday off from class for fall break)

- an MLM pride flag

- [cabeswater’s original gps coordinates]

(because it all began there, really, and there’s nothing there for anyone to find anymore so it’s safe to display them)

- PROUD CORNELL MOM

(ordered immediately after he learned that blue and gansey would both be studying sociology there)

- plus various other stickers he picks up at the various locations he meets dreamers in