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duker42 · 6 years ago

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💜Shaving💜

Y/N heard the quiet curses coming from the bathroom. She had ignored it for long enough as she pushed herself up off the bed.

She had waited for him to come back to bed, wanting to give him some space while he dealt with the new normal. But she didn’t want him to get frustrated and start tearing himself down again.

Leaning against the frame of the door she watched. His pale chest was bare, his boxers riding low on his hips. She saw that he had covered the sparse dark hair on his jaw and throat with the shaving cream.

Her eyes flickered down to where he was still trying to figure out how to best grasp the razor with the vast majority of his right index and middle fingers missing. She heard his frustrated sigh as he threw it down into the sink full of hot water.

“Let me help.” Her voice was soothing as she reached for him.

His eyes were full of annoyance and disgust when he looked at her. But she knew that it wasn’t directed at her. He had struggled with his injuries since waking up from his coma. Levi Ackerman never dealt with injuries very well, but this was now permanent.

The skin was as healed as it was going to be. Fingers no longer tender where the they had been severed. The twin scars that ran down the right side of his face were pink, but fully closed and starting to lighten from the angry red marks from a few weeks ago. The other scars from where the fragments of his broken blade had embedded in his skin were also healing beautifully.

She was just grateful he was still with her. She could have lost him when that thunder spear had blown up in his face. The loss of his fingers and the scars that he wore a small price to pay for him to be standing beside her.

“Shouldn’t be this damn hard.” He grumbled, his eyes sliding away from hers.

She clicked her tongue playfully at him. Hopping up on the sink, she pulled him close. Y/N pushed the longer raven hair back from his face.

Picking up the razor, she shakes off the excess water as she turned his head to the left to start scraping the hair and foam from his face carefully.

His hands were on her hips as she concentrated on making sure she got every whisker. She felt his grip flexing on her, one hand skimming down her thigh, rubbing from her shorts she was wearing down to her bare skin.

Y/N’s nerves tingling, just like they did every time Levi put his hands on her. The relationship they had spanned the years and the changes that had come to their world. But the passion between them was just as intense as it had ever been. She hoped that never changed.

She flicked the blade clean in the water behind her before bringing it back for another pass. He had settled against her fully, his groin pressed against her spread thighs, making the chilly bathroom heat up.

Her nipples started to harden under the thin tank top, making Levi smirk as he noticed. She smacked his shoulder as she cleaned the blade again.

The air had turned sensual, the heat from the water in the basin rising and fogging up the mirror behind her. She was aware of the throbbing pulse of his heart under her fingers at his throat. The steady beat had sped up at her touch.

“This seems familiar to me.” Y/N whispered as she tilted his chin up and leaned closer to make sure she didn’t knick his skin.

Confusion clouded his grey orbs for a moment before he realized what she was talking about. “Erwin.” He breathed.

Y/N nodded as she dropped her arm down and gazed back at him. “Yeah.”

They were both quiet for a moment as they remembered the friend they had lost years before. The night that Levi had sent Y/N to him for comfort disguised as a shave.

He remembered that night. The things that she had done for their friend, becoming a lover when Erwin was at his lowest point. Remembered the way that their own relationship had grown as a result of the time spent in his quarters, Levi outside listening to the sounds the two of them had made.

Levi looked at her softly. The loss of Erwin had affected them both deeply. The special bond the three of them had shared. She had come close to losing Levi as well. They both knew it. He leaned in and pressed a foamy kiss to her lips.

She jerked back and gave him a teasing glare as she wiped the cream from her lips. “No touching yet, sir.”

His lips twitched as he fought off a smile at her antics. “Yes, madam.” His voice was dry but his eyes twinkled playfully.

He turned his attention to her body. Her distraction was in his favor. He knew where to touch her for a quick work up, but his took his time. Exploring the contours of her exposed skin. Closing his eyes he let his shortened fingers learn the new sensations.

The room was quiet except for the scrape of the razor and the flicking of the water. Her breathing started getting louder as she responded to his gentle caresses.

He was already hard, aching to discard the blade from her hand and take her against the sink. He had felt the dampness from her shorts, knew that she wanted it too.

When she moved to the right side of his face, the pressure of the blade lightened as she moved it over the largest scar.

She felt Levi’s withdrawal. It was subtle, but she knew him too well. His touch pausing as his eyes opened and lowered to the floor.

Y/N knew that despite never saying anything about it, he was self conscious about his scars. It was a pretty traumatizing event, for him. It had changed the way so many had looked at him. She had kept her thoughts on them to herself, knowing that it was a sensitive issue at the time.

Deciding to make her feelings known, she commented on it as she casually made another pass over his face. “You know, I’ve always found scars sexy as hell.”

He didn’t comment, but he pressed himself against her, rubbing his hardened cock at her core. His hands that were on her thighs squeezed her briefly as they continued their journey to her ass.

Y/N swatted at his hands, her eyes coy as she tells him “Behave!�� The seriousness of her order was belied by the giggle she let out.

He grunted in disappointment, pulling back to listen to her. Y/N hooked a leg around his ass, pulling him closer. He raised an eye brow at her as she flashed him a saucy grin.

He was relieved she hadn’t turned away from him. He had worried about it when he had seen the damage from the blast. It was far different from the scars that adorned his chest and back, these couldn’t be hidden.

The heat in her eyes warmed him as she took the wet rag next to her and wiped down the excess foam from his face.

“There. So damned handsome.” She whispered, her hand resting on his cheek as she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his.

He snorted lightly. “You’re full of shit.” He muttered.

Y/N scooted closed to him and wrapped her other leg around him, her hand reaching down to squeeze his shaft. “You’re always handsome and sexy to me.” Her voice was husky and promising wicked delight.

Levi grunted as he flexed in her hand. He quickly picked her her and started carrying her out of the bathroom. His need for her greater than the need to clean up from her shaving him.

He looked at her as he carried her through to their bed. “Do I get the same treatment Erwin got?” He quipped.

Y/N tapped her fingers against the side of his cheek, her caress gently on the marks. “You get much more.” She grinned as she lowered her lips to his briefly. “You get that treatment for the rest of our lives. And that means years.”

“Hmmmmm.” He would have commented but he found his mouth occupied with more pleasant things, like kissing Y/N.

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wickedgxmes · 4 years ago

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@nymphcts

For as long as she could remember, Noelle Kumar spent her days living on edge. From the moment he had tossed her out onto the streets of Dawn as if she was nothing more than a heap of morning trash, Noa had been on guard. Every muscle in her body was in a perpetual state of being tense. The constant suspicious was embedded deep within her chest like an angry ball propelling her towards anxiety she didn’t need at any given moment and, although it was not something she’d ever show across her face, those in the underground who knew her well, knew that she rarely slept these days. Often sneaking out to the training grounds at the crack of dawn or in the dead of night to work her already tense physique to its breaking point.

But, now that she was hiding out with Lilianna at day, she found herself for the first time in who knows how long allowing herself to truly relax. Her chin perched lightly on the top of her knee as she eyed the almost memorizing bubbles foaming up in Laurent’s tub. Her other leg dangled over the edge so that the tip of her toe could gently skim across the heated surface. The fragrant aroma from the nearby candles filled the air and kissed her lungs with each drawn in breath. Between the bubble bath Lilianna had coaxed Noa into agreeing to and the silk sheets that she found herself curled up in at night, Noa still couldn’t quite get used to what seemed like endless luxuries around them. But, as much as she wanted to scoff at the incredible divide that existed between the humans way of life and that of the faes, she couldn’t help, but admit it was nice.

She had felt so tired these past few weeks. Like any bit of joy and purpose had been slowly stripped away from her bit by bit, until one day, when she caught her reflection in a mirror, she no longer recognized the person she saw starring back at her. Noa at one point, long ago, back when she was still indentured to serve the lord from Dawn, had been a wide eyed and happy kid. She had been naive. Far too naive for her own good, but despite the endless manipulation he went out of his way to inflict upon her, she had enjoyed almost every second of it. She had been witty and bright and an endless ball of light. But, as time went on, that happy-go-lucky girl she once was shattered into fragments and dust. She had grown cold and calculative. She had become a cunning strategist and cutthroat solider. Choices that had up until this point seemed worth it. But, between the lies of her fellow resistance members and the lack of catharsis she had received from the death of Lysander, Noa was struggling to see the point anymore. The girl who always had a plan for everything was at a loss. And she couldn’t bring herself to return home yet. But, thankfully for Lilianna, she didn’t have to. At least for a little bit, she could let herself not think for a change and maybe even enjoy a small silver of happiness once more.

“Remind me again why I was so appose to this before?” Noa mused as she peaked over at that of her dear friend. A soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she reached down. Scooping up a handful of bubbles so that she could blow them over in Lils’ direction.

#lilianna ft. noa #c: noa

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punishandenslavesuckers · 6 years ago

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Somewhere in Faerûn, there’s a tabaxi, a bugbear, a werewolf, and a tiefling all sitting in a boat. There’s a triton in the water but she’s not alone. In a split second, one of the others will have to do something about it. An excerpt from my last homegame session. Combat-heavy one-shot.

Blue and Will are and have been giving each other the silent treatment for the better part of six hours now.

Rime is professionally friendly, but he can only make so much neutral single party conversation before getting annoyed and settling in to watch the river. Their three-boat caravan of small outrigger canoes continues steadily up river – powered by the tireless efforts of the hunkered bugbear jammed uncomfortably into the lead boat. With him is Bian – their smallish tabaxi navigator who’s perched somewhat absurdly on the back tip of the canoe like a lightly armored counter balance.

The second boat, lashed between Rime and Bian’s respectively, is empty save a single occupant. He lies very still, shivering occasionally beneath the worn travel blanket that Rime very carefully tucked around him some hours ago. Tivas hasn’t regained consciousness since the closing of the water purification ritual that went non-stop these last thirty-six hours. Rime was careful to pack the ritual instrument – the Blossom of Beauties – into the druid’s pack and tuck it protectively under his arm.

Tivas, even thralled by delirium, pulled the sacred thing close (pulled close the vehicle of his death) and Rime had to get back into the third boat. Blue commented, eventually, that the flowers ringing Rime’s headband were a weird silver and he told her, simply, “Yeah they do that,” with no further explanation.

So Rime is still in the back boat when they reach the salt marsh.

Bian has her back to Rime so he can see the twitching white length of her tail going this way and that as she scans the foggy western shore. Occasionally, she shoots Rime meaningful looks and Rime grimaces significantly back. Vorgut, the big black-furred bugbear, rows furiously while likewise sending glances toward the reed-choked river bank. His giant, tattered, bat-like ears swivel nervously.

Somewhere to Rime’s right, Blue rows as well, but less out of geographical anxiety than pure, domestic rage and need to put that rage somewhere. Preferably in the water and not directly into the back of her husband’s half-elf skull. She’s a small, blue and white blur of flexing arm muscle, muttering softly to herself in furious Aquan. So she doesn’t notice Rime taking a more attentive crouch in the boat.

Will looks up from his book and scans the waters.

“Hey, Rime.”

“Mmm,” says Rime, rather than use thaumaturgy to speak just yet.

“What’s going on? I’ve got the heebie-jeeebies.”

Rime snaps his fingers and the spell murmurs almost directly into Will’s ear: “Shh. Lizard folk live out there.” He jerks his head toward the salt marsh. “We need to be careful.”

“They wanna eat us,” Bian says without looking away from what she’s doing up front.

Blue, hearing this, growls something like, “Good,” under her breath.

And, naturally, that’s when the first javelin slams with a loud thunk into the side of Tivas’ canoe. The entire party stares, horrified, for moment. Except of course for Blue, who lunges eagerly to her feet with her wand in hand and anticipating a target. That does not happen because a second javelin already airborne immediately slams into Blue’s stomach with such force it knocks her with a scream into the bottom of the boat and blood splatters across Rime’s startled face.

Will howls, “Blue!”

But the javelins have already begun to rain down.

“Bian!” Rime hooks his arm through his battle shield and lunges back toward Blue. “Get us out of here!”

Blue – teeth bared, screaming like a banshee – is snapping the javelin between her webbed fists. She hurls the long part of the shaft into the water, keeping the head of the spear embedded in her gut. She doesn’t waver or try to rise. She raises her hands and instantly, an unnatural slither of white mist condenses from the river waters. A nearly opaque cloud-wall forms between the shore and their boat, veiling them in a literal smokescreen. Rime feels a wind driving like a kick into the back of the third canoe and Blue just lies there, bright-eyed and snarling, her off-hand gripping the javelin.

Magic floods Rime’s hands.

It courses hot from his heart down the track of his arms to his palms. He wills the magic like lightning courses to ground – Blue, Will, and Bian. The blessing diffuses through each of them. Unfortunately, it happens precisely as Will is attempting to jump from their boat into the middle boat and he nearly biffs it, boot slipping so he topples head first into Tivas’ canoe. Bian is already yelling to Vorgut to row faster and easterly. The boats begin to swing toward the opposite shore, far away from the marsh.

Javelins soar from the fog – hitting the walls of the boats, the water around them. One nearly wings the ropes that lash the third boat to the second. Seeing this, Blue waves a hand and a ripple-like mirage passes over the ropes… then a knotted tangle of a dozen ropes appears there, obscuring the target. Will, meanwhile, wrenches a javelin from the side of the boat and without warning, he swells. His spine bows up. Dark fur erupts from the back of his neck and spreads instantly across his body and as Rime watches, stunned, the newly shifted werewolf winds one massive arm back and whips the javelin right back across the shore.

Then he does it again. Over and over. Across the shore, there’s a scream as a spear going ninety miles per hour surely smashes through several lizard men.

Rime maneuvers to the back of the boat and kneels directly between Blue and the foggy enemy-infested shore. They crouch together behind his shield, peering into the mist but no more javelins come. There’s just… motion somewhere in the long grasses and reeds. As Rime’s vision adjusts to the fog… he realizes the shore is literally swarming with lizard folk. The reeds bristle with spears and glinting eyes.

Rime braces the shield more securely. “You see them?”

“Oh, yessss I do,” Blue hisses.

Rime hears her flick the wand of magic missile somewhere directly over his head. There’s a flash and eighteen screaming beads of neon light rip across the river like tiny, hyper-speed fireflies before arching up, then divebombing into the crowd. There’s a sound of wet screaming and bursting. Gore and skull fragments pop as if from red balloons along the shore. Behind him, Rime hears Blue muttering in Aquan and he’d bet it means, “Fuck you fuck you fuck you, I win!”

Will, seeing his wife at work, lays down his sword a moment and grabs the oars to join Vorgut in furious rowing.

Rime – seeing this and hearing the continued guttural shrieks of torment still issuing from Blue’s blast zone – closes his eyes. He presses one hand to his chest, over the three-star sigil of Lliira and for a moment simply mouths, “Show me,” and looks skyward.

It’s instantaneous. The knowing rushes through his head and through his body, takes possession of him in a jolt of sudden muscle memory. Rime shudders, then grabs the oars from where Blue left them and with a sailor’s stolen confidence, begins to pull them asymmetrically through the waters, swinging the tail boat into Will’s rowing, and then into Vorgut’s.

And the boats are suddenly traveling snug to the western shore, so far beyond the range of the javelins that again, no weapons are thrown. For a full ten minutes, Rime expertly navigates the outrigger along the edge of the shore until the light of Lliira fades like a touch from his mind and he loses that sailor’s expertise easy as amnesia. At the front of the boat, Bian is alertly watching the river with one eye and Vorgut’s navigation with the other.

Will, in his boat, says, “Fuck. They’re coming.”

There are splashes from the far shore. Bodies getting quickly through the waters toward them as about forty lizard folk abandon long-range in favor of swimming directly at their small canoes. Blue, behind Rime, staggers up still impaled by the javelin. She hisses, “Let me at ‘em!” and before Rime can tell her to stop fucking moving with a spear in her gut, she raises her arcane focus and throws a fistful of sand into the water.

Magic flashes. Suddenly about half the charging lizard folk go limp mid-swim. Rime sees their eyes slide peacefully, magically shut as they are sucked down by the river’s current and disappear beneath the dark waters.

A force of over twenty furious, screaming lizard-folk are still powering like scaly, ravenous missiles through the water. Rime again takes position between Blue and the enemy, pulling her close behind him and bringing the shield up in one hand. With the other, he raises it palm out toward the waters… and he hesitates.

He can hear Will yelling and hacking furiously as the first wave of lizard men attempt to swarm his canoe. Bian is hissing and snarling, just beheading and hacking into the water. Rime can smell Blue’s blood on the wood and slick on her dress.

Lizard folk hit the third boat.

Wounded, the water frothing with blood, they claw and grab. Gored by Bian, mutilated by Will, the survivors bump down the line of the outriggers to claw madly at the last boat. The grapple the rigs, pulling themselves up, trying to get at both Rime and the wounded sorceress behind him only to be bashed in the face by a shield, but they’re starting to pile on. Rime can’t… he can’t just drive them off. They dragg the boat like an anchor, water sloshing into the…

“Fuck,” Rime whispers.

And summons his spiritual weapon.

It manifests instantly, a bright spinning ball of carnival ribbons hovering like a giant dandelion tuft just above the water… then it swings down, gliding to skim the water, the ribbons foaming the surface as it hooks down to pass along the right side of the head boat where, in a spray of pureed bone, blood, and meat, the razor-sharp ribbons shear one lizard man’s arm off at the elbow, then beheads the fellow behind him. Then on down the line like a meteorite of frothing water and blood, dismembering and bludgeoning any clinging enemies until it reaches that last boat.

The weapon stops directly in front of Rime and grinds a bloody, screaming, person-free space into the waters next to Rime’s shield. This does not last. There are… far too many and even the horror and losses don’t seem to sway them. The lizard folk bash against Rime’s still raised shield, hooked over the side of the boat and he shoves them again, bashes one of them in the face, watches that face shred off the skull when he falls into the weapon.

Blue grabs Rime’s shoulder.

She hisses a little frantically in his ear, “How do you feel about taking a hit?”

To which Rime grits, cheerfully, using his real, demonic voice in all its hissing horror, “Pretty good!”

“Okay!”

Then Blue dives off the back of the boat like a suicidal swimmer toward the lizard-folk infested waters. She arcs up, twisting midair, arms out. A wind catches her Triton frame like a slender kite on an updraft. It carries her upwards, spinning her so for a strange, impossible moment she is almost vertical, upside-down, white hair blown out around her face with her hand out… and she casts thunder wave.

She casts directly at the last boat, Rime, and all the lizard folk upon it.

Rime slams his shield down, grabs a bench and braces as the electricity hits him in a white-hot, screaming wave of pain. Every muscle seizes with a hideous rigor as the lightning courses through him. It hits him like a blow to blast him back, but he holds the fuck onto the boat. He hears the wood splinter, water flood over his boots. For a horrible moment he sees white, then stars, and then the sky reeling above him. Lizard folk are still screaming. He can hear them scrabbling at the out rigging, banging into the canoe walls as they still, still keep on coming.

Then Blue drops with a little shriek into the boat again, almost knocking Rime over, and Will is bellowing, “Jump! Jump! You gotta get in here!”

Rime moves on a dizzy, static-buzzed instinct. He rolls, pivoting to face the middle boat and Will who stands at the back with one hand frantically out stretched and the other holding a blazing scimitar. Rime staggers, still seeing stars and feeling the buzz in his bones. He reaches the front of the boat, drives one foot down on the bow and jumps, landing directly in the second boat and immediately losing his shield from his static-numb arm.

Blue. Is Blue –?

He turns… just in time to see Blue try to follow him. He’s in time to watch it happen, as if in slow motion, as the sorceress’ blood-slick boot squeaks out from beneath the driving lunge off her right leg… and she loses half of her momentum instantly. Rime watches her fall, one arm outstretched toward them – Will and Rime both staring in horror – as she falls into the writhing, blood-red waters.

Split second: Will is screaming.

Split second: The lizard folk start to swarm.

Split second: Bian yells.

And Rime feels his focus like a razor’s edge along the arcane line from his mind to the spiritual weapon. The cyclone ball of ribbon rockets up the side of the boat and every ribbon in its composition loses any bluntness they formerly possessed. What hits the bodies of the lizard folk hits with molecular-sharp indifference and with no clear difference in texture between bone, meat, and water, the weapon plows down into the river and the waves blacken, then redden, then thicken with blood and body parts. The ribbons are no longer any other color but blood red.

Blue tucks into a ball as the weapon screams a horrifying orbit around her, over and over, clearing a ring of mutilation. It’s so precise, it never touches her. Only the ones it intends to harm.

Eventually, the river is clear around her. The remaining lizard folk still alive, screaming, and mauled, swim away back toward the marsh. Blue unfolds herself beneath the water, kicks up, and her head breaks the water by the back of the second canoe now cut free of the third. The water is red around her pale blue face. She blinks up at Rime, bright eyes a little shell-shocked and glassy. Her white hair is pink as Rime catches her arm with a shaking hand and pulls her from the river.

Rime does it carefully, turning her onto her back as he drags her into the bed of the boat.

Will is already pulling Tivas (still unconscious) to the other side of the boat to make room as Rime arranges the tiny Triton woman on the floor and immediately checks the fucking head of the javelin still stuck between her hip bone and her belly. Rime promptly rips her dress open a little to get a better look and presses his fingers into the flesh around the puncture, trying to gauge the depth. Blood pulses around the head of the spear, turning the water puddled beneath her a dark red.

“Blue.” Rime smacks her cheek a little until she looks at him, his real voice grating and seething with whispers. “Are you okay?”

“Eh-heh?” Blue kind of whines.

Rime takes that to mean she’s in shock and therefore not fully aware. So with one hand he yanks the javelin from her gut and with the over dumps a minty-hot rush of healing magic down the tunnel of shredded muscle and perforated gut. Lightly perforated though. Just barely. Rime feels the magic knit her back together until the spell runs dry beneath his fingers. He peels his blood-tacky palm from her stomach… and there’s nothing but a shallow, scabbing cut where a four-inch gouge once gaped.

“You’ll gonna be fine,” Rime says, water dripping from the circlet of flowers around his head. He knows without seeing them, they will be an eye-aching orange. “Dummy. Why the hell did you stand up? You just wanted to give them a target? Give me something to do?”

Blue kinda grins dimly up at him.

“I got ‘em,” she slurs.

Rime looks over the side of the boat, to the receding red waters as the river current eddies and pulls the blood out to sea. He thinks, vaguely, I’ve just lost count. I don’t know how many I’ve killed now. Then he looks back the Blue and Will and Bian perched anxiously at the back of the first boat. Bian’s eyes are big, her tail fluffed anxiously out. He puts on a smile.

“We’re fine,” he says. “Let’s get to Daggerford.”

#homegame fiction #dnd #rae plays dnd #last session got real fun at the end #rae writes #raewrites

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yunyingaixu · 5 years ago

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analoganarchy-blog1 · 7 years ago

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They learned that if the conditions were right, self-aware patterns of information could be copied onto the very fabric of reality. Call it a spirit, a soul, or whatever you like, the dead lived on as conscious data packets in flux, embedded in the quantum foam all around us. The living were the minority and the dead had been here all along.

Contact had been made and humanity was suddenly faced with the astonishing fact that we are not alone. We’re minnows swimming on the surface of a sea of the dead and suburbanites living on the outskirts of a thriving Necropolis. In a metaphorical sense, the auditorium lights had come on and the living got a good look at the audience. It was huge and it wasn’t terribly interested in the living strutting and fretting their brief hour upon the stage.

While the dead took it in a stride, for the much smaller community of the living, the sociological consequences were far-reaching. The first few years were understandably chaotic, government agencies and census bureaus had a lot of information to process, and judicial systems had to dramatically reevaluate the concept of murder. Additionally, society at large had to cope with a tragic mass exodus, as a large percentage of the population of the living, fascinated by this little-understood discovery, self-terminated, and the vast majority of them were never heard from again. Because, sadly, it was immortality with conditions and not all who died remained.

It was the way you died that mattered. Only those traumatized by their passing, returned. Somehow, shock, pain, and horror, were the things that imprinted souls upon the material plane. Peaceful deaths? Those that died in the night? Those minds, at peace, fragmented and drifted away and their information was lost. This discovery, once identified, was verified in laboratories around the world. When the passing was peaceful, minds and memories broke apart like foam on a wave; nothing remained of the pattern. A peaceful death was a true death.

That’s where we come in and why we’re reaching out to you with this message. If you are reading this now, you originally died peacefully and your consciousness was lost. Thankfully, someone in the future wants to meet you and this is your notification that you have been chosen to be an unwilling participant in a BeyondLife™ Personal Plan. In the near future, you will be executed in a novel and creative way, one specifically tailored to maximize the amount of horror, agony and psychological trauma you will experience, thus guaranteeing your immortality. Utilizing our patented BackCast™ messaging technology we’ll send whispered commands back in time to a susceptible psychotic individual in your area who will soon be excited to make your acquaintance.

Also, while we are legally obligated to notify you that you have been selected as an unwilling participant, we encourage you to treat this as an enjoyable fiction and for you to go about your everyday routines as normal.

BeyondLife™ thanks you for your participation. We’ll see you soon.

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homefurnworld201-blog · 5 years ago

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Apply a lot more paste if necessary, work it in, as well as then wipe clean. Dark discolorations on light natural leather-- Make the same paste as above, rub it in, allow sit for 10 minutes then apply the second layer as well as repeat. Eliminate the paste with a simple moist sponge or damp sponge with a moisturizing soap.

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Leather furnishings is an exceptional investment as well as adds a touch of class to your home. Though natural leather is incredibly durable, evidence of wear is highly noticeable, which is why cleansing and also maintenance are so crucial. Many cleansing items on the marketplace are not ideal for natural leather as well as may break down leather finishes, causing dry skin and cracking.

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Is Carpet Cleaning in Hoppers Crossing Needed Consistently?

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animationnut · 8 years ago

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New Development

Spoilers for Battle of Mewni ahead.

Inspired by @nanodayoloswag theory post here, which I hope is proven to be true because I think that would be a super cool concept.

I love Glossaryck can you tell?

Using his Dimension Scissors, Marco cut open a portal leading back to his kitchen on Earth. He turned around, regarding an observing Star with concern. "Are you sure you're okay? I can stay with you."

"I'm fine," insisted Star. "I mean, I'm exhausted and a little bit freaked out, but fine." When Marco still did not look convinced, she approached him and set a hand on his shoulder. "I'll come see you soon. I just have to do some princess stuff, reassure my people, clean up the garbage and blah blah blah."

"Promise?" pressed Marco.

"Promise," said Star, placing her other hand over her heart. "You better have some Sugar Seeds waiting for me."

"Deal." Grinning, Marco enveloped Star in a hug. "Call me if you need me, no matter the time."

"Thank you, Marco. For everything."

"Always."

With a wave, Marco stepped through the portal, which closed after him. Star let out a long sigh, running her fingers through her tangled blonde hair. She walked from the balcony and towards her parents' bedroom, where her father was attempting to clean up.

"Mom not back yet?" Star asked.

"Not yet, dear. I'm sure she'll return soon. Have you seen a monkey around?"

"Uh...no."

"Blast," he grumbled. "Oh well. It'll turn up somewhere."

"Uh-huh. Well, I'm going to go wash up and pretend that never in my life did I swim in Toffee goop."

"I don't really know what that means," said River in bemusement.

"And you don't want to know," said Star feelingly. "Super gross. By the way, you should probably change out of that loincloth before Mom comes home."

Star skipped off towards her chambers. She crossed the plush carpeted floor, taking notice that much of her stuff was missing. "Once Ludo gets back from the void, we are having such a talk," she grumbled.

She entered her washroom, kicking off her shoes and sending them flying across the white marble tiles. She walked over to the circular bath embedded in the floor, turning the crystal taps and causing warm water to gush out. Pressing a ruby button, sweet-smelling foam joined the water, creating a gentle whirlpool.

Waiting for the water to rise, Star unhooked her wand from the belt of her dress. She studied its new design, delighted by the mini horns that sprouted from the top. "Sweet." Her eyes drifted to the bottom of the handle, where there was a pink crystal attached, rather than a small heart. "Huh. That's different."

She brushed her finger against it.

"Stop that, it's sensitive!"

With a startled shriek Star dropped her wand, which clattered against the floor.

"Ouch."

Hands pressed over her mouth, Star stared down with wide eyes. She would have been more freaked out that her wand was speaking to her, but much weirder had occurred over the past few days, and this voice was very familiar. Lowering her hands, she whispered, "...Glossaryck?"

"Look, I know you're angry with me, but that's no reason to cause me physical harm. Well, not really physical, maybe spiritual? Some sort of harm."

Kneeling down, Star picked up her wand. She stared down at the crystal she had just touched, a crystal she suddenly realized was similar to the one Glossaryck had in his forehead.

"Are you in my wand?" she exclaimed. "I just got someone out of my wand!"

"Don't shout. This is isn't my fault. Not entirely, anyway."

"No more games buster," snapped Star. "I want a straight explanation. What the heck is going on?"

"Do you remember the soup?"

"Yes, I remember the soup. I always remember the soup," said Star impatiently.

"My intention was for you to eat the soup, bit by bit, until you reached the fragment of magic at the bottom. That would have returned you to Mewni, alive and well. But I should have anticipated you being your usual stubborn self. You plunged into that boiling soup, endured the agony, and your willpower and strength made itself very clear. When you grabbed that magic orb, it reacted accordingly, matching the power you were displaying. You weren't just determined to bring yourself back to Mewni, but me as well."

"Still doesn't explain why you're in the wand."

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Ludo burned the Spell Book."

Star was frozen for a minute. She stared mutely down at her wand, struck with realization. She had found it odd that Glossaryck was in that weird purgatory place with her. He was immortal, after all. But Glossaryck only existed so long as the Spell Book existed--he was the Spell Book. If the Spell Book was gone, that meant...

"Star?"

"So...because you didn't have Spell Book to return to...you were sucked into my wand?" asked Star slowly.

"Ah, you caught on. A miracle. Yes, the Butterfly Family wand is the most powerful magical item in existence. For me to exist, I must be tethered to a magical item, and your wand was the only option. I always knew it was a possibility, but I never really imagined it would happen."

"I thought you knew everything," Star managed to jab, despite her reeling mind.

"I do. I knew I was going to die. I knew there a chance I could come back. But not quite like this. You, Star Butterfly, are quite the mystery, even to me."

"Thanks. I try." Holding her wand in her hands, Star wondered, "Can't you...can't you show yourself?"

"Don't be ridiculous, of course I can."

Star recoiled slightly as there was a bright flash of white light from her wand. Floating above the tip was Glossaryck, cheek resting against his hand as magenta eyes regarded her.

"Why didn't you do that sooner?" Star cried.

Glossaryck shrugged. "You didn't ask."

"You're insufferable."

"You are not one to talk."

A sincere smile cracked over her lips and she rubbed the growing tears from her eyes. "I'm still really mad at you."

"I thought you might be. I'm afraid I didn't have much of a choice."

"But you said you knew you were going to die." Star stared at him intently. "Did you know I was going to die?"

"I knew you would be sucked into the wand, yes. In order to ensure you would get out of the wand, I needed to be there to help make that happen."

Star had always known Glossaryck was all-powerful and all-seeing, but she never understood it until this moment. He had followed the events he knew had to take place, all culminating in the moment where she summoned the magic she needed to defeat Toffee. He died so she could live and win.

"You're so stupid."

Glossaryck would have taken insult, but the tears streaming down her cheeks made it hard to do so. "Perhaps. I didn't really think I'd be brought back, but you proved me wrong. Thank you."

"Why didn't you just tell me what was going to happen?" demanded Star, scrubbing at her tears. "Why did you make me feel like you'd left me? That I was nothing to you?"

"Some things have to happen naturally. Some things you have to learn for yourself, without help or guidance. You didn't need me."

"But you came back to me anyway." Star grinned through the dampness on her cheeks. "I thought you didn't have a side."

Glossaryck stared at the feisty blonde, felt a surge of affection and attachment, and shrugged indifferently. "I don't. I just let events take their natural course."

"Sure. Whatever. Don't worry, I wont' tell Mom I'm your favourite." Standing up, Star said, "Maybe she's back! She'll be super happy to see you, she thought you might never return. Wait until she finds this out! She's gonna flip."

Star flicked off the bath water, her warm soak momentarily forgotten, and started out of her bedroom. Hovering beside the girl, Glossaryck asked casually, "Still angry?"

"Well, you saved my life, so I guess we're okay." Shifting her gaze towards the magical entity, she asked, "Is there anything important I need to know? At more weirdness that's going to show up and mess me up?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

"You can be incredibly unhelpful sometimes, you know that?" scoffed Star.

Star still had many difficult trials her in her future, but Glossaryck had full faith she would overcome them. And though he once believed it to be unlikely, he was very content to be by her side once again.

#star vs the forces of evil #star vs the forces of evil fanfiction #star vs the forces of evil spoilers #battle for mewni spoilers #star butterfly #glossaryck

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sevenyearsdead · 8 years ago

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In Janurary, 1959, Igor Dylatov led eight young Soviet university students on a hike through the Ural Mountains with the end destination being Mt. Ortorten. It would take more than three months to find their bodies.

The Dyatlov Pass Incident has long since baffled the public. The story should be simple: nine hikers get lost on a difficult trail and freeze to death. However, when rescue teams were sent out, what they found was not simple in any aspect, and still raises questions no one has definite answers to. There are theories - UFOs, the Yeti, Russian spies, and even some sort of mind control used by the government. But the evidence stands as this - nine hikers stopped for the night, ate dinner, and then just as they were settling down, something spurred them to panic and run.

Their names are: Yuri Doroshenko (21), Lyuda Dubinina (20), Igor Dyatlov (23), Alexander Kolevatov (24), Zina Kolmogorova (22), Yuri Krivonischenko (23), Rustem Slobodin (23), Nikolai Thibeaux-Brignolles (23), Zolotaryov Semyon (died on his 38th birthday)

Researchers concluded that the hikers had set up a stable camp despite the worsening weather conditions. In diary entries from members of the hiking team, it shows that they had high hopes for the trek even if the last leg was a “Category III” or the most difficult. All members of the team were experienced hikers and had gone on long expeditions like this 10-day journey. It was agreed upon before they left that they would reach Mt. Ortorten no later than Feb. 12, per the telegram sent to their sports club.

They never arrived.

On Feb. 20, the first search team was sent out in look for the hikers. When they failed to locate them, the army and police forces quickly utilized their helicopters and planes to scour the landscape.

On Feb. 26, the search team found the hikers’ tent. It was half-submerged in snow and badly damaged. As one of the students on the search team recounted, “...the tent was half torn down and covered with snow. It was empty, and all the group's belongings and shoes had been left behind." Most baffling, however, was that the tent was cut open from the inside. The hikers had left in a hurry, fleeing without their skis or any necessary supplies for long-term survival in the thick snow or even shoes. Tracks of footsteps could still be found and were followed to the forest’s edge.

There they found the bodies of Yuri Krivoshenko and Yuri Doroshenko under a large cedar tree. They both were only dressed in their underwear, but this isn’t unusual from someone suffering from hypothermia. It is believed that once someone reaches the end stage of hypothermia, they engage in paradoxical undressing, or their nerves are so frayed the person suddenly believes they are burning up and will strip to cool off while actually freezing to death. The branches of the cedar tree were broken and bent up to 16 feet high, suggesting that they had climbed to either escape something below or to look for the camp. However, the latter seems untrue, because traces of their skin was found embedded into the bark, meaning they had scrambled up in such a desperate manner, they had destroyed the palms of their hands. The remains of a meager fire pit sat at the bottom of the tree and can be contested to the burns on both men’s bodies. Also, a medical examiner revealed that they had liver mortis in contradicting places of how their bodies were found. One body was found lying up and the other down, and appeared to be arranged neatly. This means that someone had turned them over after they died.

One interesting aspect not stressed upon in the investigations is that Doroshenko had a gray-ish foam streaking his right cheek, believed to be caused by pulmonary edema. This stemmed the idea that someone or something was pressing heavily on chest before he froze.

On Feb. 27, Igor Dyatlov was found around 984 feet from the cedar tree. They also found Zinaida Kolmogorova over 2,000 feet away. Six days later, on March 5, the search team found Rustem Slobodin. All three of the hikers died in positions that suggested they were heading back to camp, but succumbed to hypothermia.

Two months later, on May 5, they found the remaining four hikers in a ravine under 13 feet of snow. A mattress of branches had been laid out for them to sleep on, a survival tactic, but their bodies were actually found several feet away, suggesting that they had attempted to flee but moved too slowly. They were better dressed than the others, but their causes of death were different. Thibeaux-Brignolles suffered from severe skull damage while both Lyudmila Dubinina and Zolotarev had major chest fractions. According to a medical examiner, there were no external wounds, but the pressure needed to create such injuries was equivalent to a car crash. Dubinina was missing her tongue, part of her lips, facial tissue, and a fragment of her skull bone. It is believed that her tongue was cut out while she was alive. Zolotarev had five broken ribs and was missing an eye. Kolevatov died from hypothermia, but had a broken nose and his skull was exposed. Thibeaux-Brignolle had multiple fractures to his skull, so severe that he would have been paralyzed.

What’s strange about these three deaths isn’t just the severity of them - but that two of them had traces of radiation on their clothing.

There has been no explanation for this. In the report, their deaths were classified as a mixture between hypothermia and an unknown outside force, although some blame harsh falls to attest for their wounds.

We will most likely never know what exactly happened to those nine hikers. The more evidence that came to light only brought forth more questions than answers. Why did they cut open the tent? Who or what moved their bodies? Why did Zolotaryov grab his camera when running, but not anything that would help him survive? Also, what would he have written down on the pad of paper he was found clutching in death? Why was the trauma to Rustem Slobodin’s head consisted of being beaten on both sides of his skull with a foreign object, not by a fall?

The list goes on and on. The only thing we can hope is that these nine hikers have found some semblance of peace and their demise will never be repeated by anyone else.

(Hikers saying goodbye to Yuri Yudin - a hiker that was meant to finish the trek with them but fell sick and had to return)

(Dubinina, Krivoshenko, Thibeaux-Brignolle, and Slobodin goofing around)

(Kolmogorova writing in her journal, front, Zolotaryov, back)

(Kolevatov posing in a ruined jacket)

(the group setting up camp, taken the last day they were alive)

The following photos are from Zolotaryov's camera which was found on his body. It was severely damaged by water, but was still intact, which is strange considering Zolotaryov was beaten.

(believed to be a shot of a white light above three group member’s heads)

(Named Eagle 1 Light, thought to be a light against the open end of a dead tree trunk)

(Eagle 2 Light, light moving through the edges of a dead tree trunk)

(Final frame on the camera. Named Plane 2, believed to be some sort of aircraft.)

(The cedar tree with the remains of a fire)

(The mattress of branches buried under 13 feet of snow)

#dyatlov pass #dyatlov pass incident

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starkprotocol · 8 years ago

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It's not The Concealment that bothers me, it's the insult to My Intelligence that I find offensive.

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Algorithms rampantly compile, the hum of an entire data centre at Sector 11 a couple of miles away at Manhattan’s branch of Stark Industries feverishly reverberating against sound dampening foam - the sound scarcely lingers in the background to employees who tread through distant corridors, the majority of whom don’t have the clearance to breech that particular haven of information storage. The space is ambiently sombre, lights cast low with the soft glow of the flashing bulbs embedded within a plethora of server racks which line the room in immaculately neat rows. Petabytes of data and software housed within those units on a multitude of virtual servers, host hardware diligently functioning in their prolonged up-time as CPUs fire on all cylinders, every ounce of resources available diverted to one task alone.

Tanned fingers are brought up to the black tie which is still wrapped around the futurist’s neck like a tightening noose, tugging at it to rid him of the coiled tension that threatens to suffocate him. The expansive chamber’s air conditioning system constantly pipes through cool streams to hinder the equipment from overheating, but it’s a wonderful reprieve against heated skin, the man dragging his fatigued self along to seat himself at a terminal in the middle of this technological sanctuary. He displays the photo which is circulating all over the city, a quick glance cast towards an update regarding percentages of processes completed.

Facial recognition technology had come a long way over the last few decades, Euclidean and projective geometry playing key roles in comprehensively breaking down and reconstructing facets of the human face - a feat which improved as milestones in advancements in the field rapidly progress, the focus shifting from 2D composition to 3D for a heightened degree of accuracy. The engineer could manually override the process and begin his own unique brand of investigation, but it’s a rare moment in which he allows himself to have a few minutes of scarce downtime, his breath regulating to a slowed rhythm as he maintains his hardened gaze over the image, the surrounding drone in the atmosphere bringing some comfort even if in terms of pride in his personal hallmarks of innovation.

Notifications begin to unravel as millions of lines of code terminate at finalised methods, bypassing loops and procedures to bring with them statistics more devastating than the last. 2,359,217 potential partial matches are found in New York alone from numerous outlets of identification ( recent generations really shouldn’t be so keen to hand out personal information online ), the jaw dropping number aggressively jumping when considering other states in the country. Skin texture analysis teeters on being complete, its outcome bringing the former number down to 1,801,764. And yet Stark knows that the effort is inherently inconclusive, the result far outweighing the required manpower to execute a cohesive search and inquiry of those unsuspecting civilians.

Frustration cloys at the futurist’s currently present stream of consciousness, his line of vision momentarily dipping downwards in thought and clocking onto a crimson stain having seeped into the white fabric of his shirt ( was he bleeding? ) Internal biological processes weren’t transmitting any signals of injury or penetration to his flesh, a quirk of his chin and a further look indicating that remnants of splashed wine are to blame ( again, not his ). There’s a minor heave as the engineer leans back within the chair in resignation, considering someone whom he had abruptly bumped into during the chaotic aftermath of the assassination who could have been the culprit. A finger idly scratches at the blotch with little success, lips pursing in displeasure ( he had always liked the crispness of this particular shirt... ).

The results are unsatisfactory but Stark’s musings staunchly remain with the fragments of the image nonetheless, an overbearing need to resolve this infringing puzzle, inspecting each and every pixel to delve into the extensive list of contacts he had personally - the inventor has his unwarranted suspicions, but it’s a feeling clawing in his gut at best, the billionaire muttering to himself amidst a scowl.

“I know you, you rat bastard...”

#fightasone #fao: civil war #fao: memorial #facethepast #one shot #((just after the assassination c': ))

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floraexplorer · 6 years ago

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Fishing for Litter: A Plastic Clean-up Mission in London’s Canals

Today I’m going fishing – for litter and plastic.

It’s a sunny Saturday morning in East London, and I’m sitting on a stationary canal-boat-turned-cafe, sipping coffee (in a reusable cup!), and listening to a woman called Cal Major speak about plastic pollution.

Cal Major is a champion stand up paddle-boarder from Devon, England, who’s founded an initiative called ‘Paddle Against Plastic’ which aims to get people caring about their environment through adventure. She’s been working with a variety of organisations – including KEEN, the outdoor shoe brand – to amplify the message that we need to be doing more to clean up our water systems and reduce plastic pollution.

Which is why KEEN invited a group of people (myself included) to spend the morning helping to rid London’s canals of their plastic litter.

It’s no surprise that people like Cal, who are passionate about the outdoors, are becoming eco-warriors in a very real sense. I follow plenty of these folks online – surfers, kayakers, rock climbers, long-distance runners, and generally record-breakers of all kinds.

They see the devastating effects of pollution directly in front of them as they travel, and witnessing such blatant disregard for the environment pushes them to campaign.

But I’m not exactly a record-breaking adventurer – so where do I come into all this?

Read more: the biggest ethical travel mistakes I’ve made abroad

The hard-to-swallow facts about plastic pollution

I’m not exactly an outdoor person. By which I mean: I love being outside, and plenty of my travels have involved long-distance hiking, polar swimming, underground caving and walking around fire for eight hours. When I’m back home though, adventurous activities in my daily life are not really the norm.

But when it comes to plastic pollution? As a long-time traveller, there’s no escaping the increasingly obvious fact: pollution is visibly affecting every destination I travel to. Like last year in Bali, a country famed for its ‘beautiful’ natural landscapes, where the most common sight was a beach absolutely thick with tidemarks of plastic litter.

More than 8 million metric tons of plastic finds its way into the ocean each year, and that’s on top of the estimated 150 million metric tons which are already circulating through the world’s waters.

It’s a surreal, disgusting, horrific amount – and a staggering 50% of this marine litter is comprised of single-use plastic items. Yet companies keep churning it out: drinks bottles, takeaway boxes, cutlery, cotton buds, and the ubiquitous plastic bag.

Why? Because we keep buying single-use plastic.

I know the topic of plastic pollution gets a lot of attention (and it’s for good reason!). But now I’m sticking my oar in too. Because when you’re actively looking for this level of plastic pollution, you see it absolutely everywhere.

Those clean plastic bags at the supermarket check-out? Those polystyrene boxes filled with steaming food at festivals? Those plastic bottles in a cafe fridge? Put them in a different, more natural setting (like a picturesque canal in England) and suddenly you’re emptying out grey-green river sludge through an upside down McDonalds cup, squishing a muddy plastic bag peppered with holes, or fishing brightly coloured bottle caps from the surface of a river while baby ducks swim past.

Read more: Ten eco-friendly travel products I use (and re-use!)

In the UK we use over 7 billion plastic bottles every year and only half actually get recycled. In London alone, the average adult buys three plastic bottles every week, which adds up to 175 bottles per person a year.

And where do all those bottles go?

Well, a recent study found that there are traces of micro plastic in every single waterway in England, so clearly a lot of it gets dumped into rivers, canals, lakes and the sea. We don’t yet fully understand what effect this level of plastic pollution in our water has on human health either, but it’s pretty clear that animals are not doing all that well: those same micro plastics have also been found inside every single marine mammal stranded on UK shores.

It’s time to do my part and start actively helping to reduce plastic pollution.

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Plastic Whale: a new way to positively recycle

“Did you know that plastic is one of the most durable man-made materials ever?”

After Cal Major had finished speaking, a man appeared wielding a net. He works with a Dutch social enterprise called Plastic Whale, who fish out around 60,000 PET plastic bottles a year from the canals of Amsterdam. They then separate the PET from the collected plastic, turn it into flakes and fibres, and use these components to make boats.

The more plastic they collect, the more boats they make – and the freshly-made boats then sail along the canals collecting yet more plastic. It’s a perfect plastic-collecting cycle.

Plastic Whale initially began in 2011 to prove a point: by successfully constructing a single boat made entirely from canal plastic, they planned to demonstrate how polluted the waters of Amsterdam were. But it quickly became apparent that fishing for plastic could allow thousands of eager participants to regularly clean up the canals, and spread awareness while they did it.

Now they have a fleet of a dozen boats picking up plastic in the canals of Amsterdam and Rotterdam, and this summer they’ve sent the bright yellow boat (seen above) on a mission around Europe. Plastic Whale are proving that single-use plastic doesn’t have to be disposable waste: instead, it can be a useful raw material.

But we still needed to experience Plastic Whale’s initiative for ourselves, and start picking up some plastic. It was time to get out onto the water.

Collecting trash in canoes on the Hackney canals

After we were kitted out with life jackets, paddles and the all-important bin bags and litter picking devices, we manoeuvred our way into a series of canoes at the edge of the canal.

Being out on the water was lovely. I used to live in East London and occasionally I’d spend a day walking along the canal – but I’d never got closer than that. Now we were parallel with the houseboats and barges, pulling our paddles through the calm water and gliding beneath the bridges.

I’d boarded a canoe with Caroline, a fellow blogger who I’d just met, and it didn’t take us long to start spotting plastic. Our canoeing skills weren’t the best, but once you’ve seen a piece of plastic its hard to ignore – so we awkwardly paddled ourselves back and forth, shimmying the canoe into the gaps until we could reach across with the litter pickers and grasp whatever it was possible to reach.

It was hilarious! – or at least, it was to start with.

Once I’d settled into ‘noticing’ the rubbish, I could see it literally everywhere. Stained bottles caught in the undergrowth. Circular flashes of colour floating on the water’s surface. Tiny chunks of foam and polystyrene, leaving a trail of tiny bubble-like white dots as they broke apart. Beer cans nestled in the hollows of canal barricades, slowly dripping stale liquid into the canal below.

And most disturbing? The glimpses of tattered white plastic swaying eerily in the water beneath us. With the movement of every boat above, more strips and fragments continually tore off, and the bags were so firmly embedded in the silt below that there was no hope of grabbing them.

Our bin bags soon contained bottle tops, sweet wrappers and scrunched up balls of tinfoil, merging with the brambles and weeds. Most of the thin plastic had broken apart so badly that it was difficult to identify what it might have once been.

Unfortunately, some rubbish is all too easy to identify – especially when it still has its lid, striped straw and internationally recognised logo.

(Just FYI: these McDonalds cups may look like cardboard, but they have a thin layer of polyethylene plastic inside to prevent leaking which means they’re fundamentally non-recyclable)

Amongst all the trash there were still reminders of nature growing in the wild, and I tried hard to see the beauty in this environment.

I spotted clusters of blackberries in the bushes and half-considered picking a few to snack on – but almost immediately I wondered what they’d taste like, seeing as their water supply was coming from the filthy canal?

And my vain attempt at positivity all came tumbling down when I saw a pile of shredded plastic which, as we drew closer, turned out to be a bird’s nest. Somewhere close by, a poor creature had used ragged strands of filthy plastic to make its home instead of twigs.

Newsflash: there’s a LOT of plastic trash in London’s canals

After an hour of litter collection we headed back to dry land and heaved our trash bags up to the water’s edge. It was a sobering sight. In just one hour, a group of two dozen people had collected 63kgs of plastic – and there was a lot more rubbish besides.

One group had found a condom, a sanitary pad, and a nappy floating in the water. Others had picked up a Chinese patterned vase, a zippered suede boot, a fluffy slipper, a pair of shorts and a little plastic toy teacup.

When it was all piled onto Plastic Whale’s bright yellow boat, it was a pretty depressing sight.

But as I looked out at the canals, it was somewhat bolstering to see a dozen more people on paddle boards, criss-crossing the water with paddles raised and buckets filled with rubbish.

Another group of plastic trash collectors were also operating on the same stretch of canal, and they were still working on the clean-up job even after we’d stopped.

How to raise awareness about plastic pollution (hint: it involves you!)

There’s no denying that I saw on the canals really shocked me. I won’t get that plastic-filled bird’s nest out of my mind for a long time.

But perhaps that’s a good thing? Perhaps it’s necessary to receive a jolt of cold reality occasionally – as now I feel doubly invested in cutting down on my single-use plastic usage, and getting more involved in clean-up operations wherever I can.

The war on plastic might feel never-ending, but there are plenty of people passionate about collecting and recycling the world’s plastic, and raising awareness too.

Here are some ways to reduce your plastic use

Use a reusable bottle for your water and stop buying plastic bottles!

Use a reusable coffee cup — even the disposable ones you get in a shop often have a plastic lining

Carry a reusable bag and stop taking plastic bags when you’re in the supermarket

Avoid using plastic straws (unless a disability requires using them)

Try to avoid buying fruit and veg packed in plastic for a week

Try to walk at least half an hour a day — hopefully through somewhere green to connect with nature

Try to pick up ten pieces of rubbish a day (keep an old plastic bag in your usual bag for this – and maybe a rubber glove too if you’re unsure about the dirt factor!)

Pick up plastic and cans on the street (or in the water!) and put them in a recycling bin

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NB: I was kindly invited to this plastic clean-up event by KEEN, for which I’m seriously grateful. Getting my hands dirty in the name of plastic pollution has really given me a necessary kick into action – so stay tuned for more conservation activity. I hope you’re equally inspired to start reducing your plastic usage, too!

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Alt-Age: Designing Belief

May 19 2018

https://designmuseum.org/whats-on/talks-courses-and-workshops/alt-age-designing-belief

Thoughts: I found the first session on conspiracy theories fascinating (because I knew nothing about it beforehand, and the Trump analysis was very cool too), I liked Daniel Keller’s crypto starter kit profiles (and he was super nice, I had a great conversation with him after his talk!), and I thought Timandra put an interesting perspective to data profiling.

Trumped Up: The President and Conspiracy Theories

DR CLARE BIRCHALL

which conspiratorial theories are successful and which fail at explaining contemporary ?

conspiracy theory: speculative story that fashions historical/contemporary events as outcome of a conspiratorial design. often sits at odds with official story. it asks who benefits, and points the finger.

Richard hofstadter’s paranoid style:

all of history is a conspiracy

perpetuates the idea that conspiracy theories are totally other and unhinged

clinical paranoia vs paranoid style

conspiracy theorists are naive people who can’t really engage in the public sphere because they’re so irrational and ??

fredric jameson: conspiracism is often a symptom of something else

marxist

narrative is a v flawed attempt to map out the ever elusive social totality

system of overwhelmingly subjugating and repressive landscape

conclusion is wrong - it’s the faceless system of capitalism that is to blame

doesn’t take the form the left wants politics to take

lived experience of social injustice gets turned into a conspiratorial narrative

historical precedent informs the turn to conspiracy as explanation

justified fear that black people have about the way black bodies have been used and abused (ie. tuscany syphilis study) - institutional supported

ie. impotence, AIDS

—> tools of resistance used to galvanise a community - this is their social function or cultural work that they do (tanya??)

example of popular knowledge that puts on display undecidable nature of all knowledge. exaggerated version of modes of knowing. so share a lot with legitimised forms. risks showing us how all knowledge is ever theory, and legitimacy is conferred by mystical constructions. so this binary is drawn to secure our own position.

Trump

what kind of conspiracist is trump? He seeks to target and delegitimize three targets:

particular political opponents

institutions (liberal media, federal reserve)

any knowledge that threatens his interest (climate change)

trump’s style:

not as the sustained narrative that hofstader way, but uses conspiracist fragments to highlights gaps/doubts and dispenses with necessity of evidence.

never quite takes responsibility over theories, just repeats others.

“some people say”, “many people say”

meme friendly format

uses it as one tactic to disorientate and disarm

helpful ideas:

conspiracism can be employed for ideological reasons

conspiracism is often a symptom of something else

proliferation of conspiracy theories is due in part to fact that so many actual conspiracies have been uncovered during the 20th century

problematic ideas in age of trump

conspiracy theory is a pejorative term

identity of president, at white house, legitimises

conspiracy theories are tools of resistance for historically marginalised people

trump isn’t a minority lol

arise because it is not possible to limit interpretation or safeguard knowledge

idkkkk post truth era stuff

concept of fully agential, sovereign, cartesian individual who believes with their whole body and soul

fragments enter upon a thoroughly networked sphere, so they circulate virally

belief becomes distributed and exists within the network through method of circulation

belief without believers?

for many trump supporters, believing the theory may be of little importance. what builds is the impression of a figure that isn’t beholden to elitists, who says the unsayable. mode might be most important.

to understand role of trump here:

this isn’t the first time conspiracy theories have been expressed from positions of power but the info environment is different

languages of disenfranchisement can be mimicked and appropriated

must think about trump’s conspiracy fragments within whole range of post truth tactics

we might need to rethink the nature of belief in a digital, networked era

The Nouveaux Cryptoriche: A Consumer Profile

DANIEL KELLER

GINI coefficient - measurement of de/centralisation, all bitcoin and ethereum stuff is actually very centralised and unequal (wealth disparity of owner of wallets, etc)

within crypto: huge gender divide, white/male/millennials

all fairly libertarian and right wing in orientation - neo liberal logic that behaviour must be incentivised economically for anything altruistic to happen (ethereum, bitcoin, ripple)

motivation through economics = neoliberal + reactionary worldview

who are the cryptorich?

richest: white men, some asian men

starter kits: caleb, priscilla, andsprei, elijah, roger

PANEL DISCUSSION

With Daniel Keller and Michael Dieter. Chaired by Natalie Kane

spiritual/magical terminology in describing technology

manipulation as neglect (malice)?

no, intention in business model to maximise profits and attention, so no not neglect because its intentional

CA = great “accident” of this business model

mindless logic that goes into all the platforms we use today, addictive nature (brains have been completely rewired in the last 15 years)

digital dependency

neglect - politics of care ?

history of the whole science and technology studies being ignored

digital mindfulness - theres a genealogy to it

cyber culture + counterculture new ageisms

subversive tactics ?

florian kramer - subversive media

angela nagel - think of alt right in terms of subcultures and critiques of subculture theory

thinking more about continuities

platform capitalism fosters these communities - reaction of no platforming them? can further radicalise + alienate them

legitimate claim at being the alt bc of the monopoly on liberal terminology

understanding truth is based on an understanding of what non truth is or are ?

forms of behavioural economics were embedded into platform design - promoting mode of behavioural design. tracking, nudges, in the context of business propositions.

tokenising all possible economic activity, market of IOT

politics of attention - extreme edgelord ism results on 4chan

critique of behavioural dimension on platforms as being very causal

by saying these mechanisms actually work and lead to addiction, there may be a chance to launch stronger critique against platform monopoly and get them to bear more responsibility for certain dynamics we associate with them

is this a mistake, bc do we really know to what extent these mechanisms actually work?

micro targeting

distracts us from thinking through what type of longer term social issues/conflicts/antagonisms are being manifest through these types of dynamics (algorithm is revealing something that’s natural, given too much credit for this stuff)

these things work we need to regulate them vs ^

deemphasising determining role software may have in this (is ignoring the possible slippery slope tho, negligence)

targeting: sub culture of people who feel like you’re be targeted + tracked constantly by government, mental health, communities that reinforce mental illness

philosophical regulation (speculative design theory) being seen as against innovation

level of ignorance they’re trying to preserve

reinvestment of desktop as focused productivity, minimise work dimensions of mobile devices (redesign of mobiles)?

people who aren’t on social media right now aren’t shaping the cultural discourse ? - national and international influence

foam space app - decentralised proof of location, micropayment constantly for that

steem it

conspiracy vs speculative design

hyperstition

epistemology of reductionism

Was It Big Data That Won It?

TIMANDRA HARKNESS

resources diverted by govt in targeting voters - 2 types of people, bc otherwise its a waste of time (ie. already have a strong affiliation + go out to vote)

daniel scarvaloni - obamas campaign

how politics ad targeting works now - tailor messages etc

profiling, data brokers, inferred data

easily misprofiled / inferring is not loads better than chance

we’re calling everyone else the “gullible fools”, we’re not the gullible fools

problem is this model of humanity - people that can be measured, predicted, nudged in ways (more complex lab rats) vs people with whom we have to engage

Beyond Belief: Being Converted in a Post-Truth Era

DR MICHAEL DIETER

digital well being strategies part of new behavioural design paradigm to deal with distraction, scandals

wellbeing.google

managing unconscious user and guiding them into habitual behaviours/habits even when it may actually be contradictory to their intentions

“conversion”: language

obfuscation is part of the business model

sleepwalking into new forms of exploitation

targeted if you share traits with other fragments of users (segregating into segments) - dominant ??? of captivation

james bridle + youtube as the great radicaliser - targeting children on youtube

UX conversion

alt right conversion

like attracts like

center for humane technology (humane tech.com)

new design politics to be articulated? realignment of tech with humanity’s best interests. who decides on what these interests will be? these structures or dependant on this type of behaviouralism.

paternalistic rather than exploitative nudging

Detecting Fake News and Misinformation: Spotting the Common Themes

BARNEY JACKSON (FACTMATA)

fake news spreads faster than true news

creating a quality score for content, to serve to advertising platforms

creating community driven AI, automated algorithms for detecting 5 things

author credibility, publisher credibility, headline analysis, ad/media analysis, content analysis

^ how did you come up with the criteria?

“toxic content”

hyperpartisanship

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