#ozone friendly

[gpstudios]

Title: Observing International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer: Protecting Our Planet’s Shield

International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer on September 16 celebrates global efforts to protect our planet's ozone shield. Learn about its importance, progress, and how you can help!

Introduction International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer, celebrated annually on September 16, is dedicated to raising awareness about the importance of protecting the ozone layer and celebrating the successes of the global efforts to restore it. The day highlights the crucial role the ozone layer plays in shielding the Earth from harmful ultraviolet (UV) radiation. Discover the…

[stormoflina]

I was not built for this weather.

[eco-smart]

5 Reasons You Should Have An

Unsafe drinking water has become an epidemic across the US, with increasing numbers of people becoming exposed to water-borne illnesses. A good thing is that the ozone purification system is not just a way to protect yourself from drinking water that is contaminated and toxins, but it also helps promote an active lifestyle.

[mechdyke-after-hours]

INSIDE THE SHIP OF FLESH

second part to Inside The Tower of Gold!!

⚠️ WARNINGS!! ⚠️

transformers one spoilers, NON-CON, tentacle sex, ovipositon + egg laying, sounding, semi-public sex

y'all... I have NO idea how this fic turned out like this. I wasn't even expecting to write this chapter, let alone make it this... explicit. enjoy!

Going to the surface wasn't exactly a pleasant experience on a regular day, let alone after Sentinel's... experience last night. The more he thought about it while getting ready, the more conflicted he got. He still ached all over and the ozonic scent of leftover transfluids practically wafted off his frame. He buffed out as many scratches and paint transfers that he could in around 10 kliks, which admittedly... wasn't a lot.

Sentinel had respect for the Quintessons, of course he did. They helped him get everything he wanted and then some, all in return for a bit of energon. But they weren't exactly friendly, to say the least. They were very demanding creatures. Always wanting more. But he always just grit his denta and smiled, something he was very practiced at doing by now.

His announcement was slightly more rushed than usual. He still looked a bit of a mess, despite his best efforts. Scuffs and scratches littered his usually perfect plating, and his smile was slightly more forced. His powerful voice boomed over the Iacon display screens as he explained how he was once again "going to the surface and risking his life to find the matrix, for the greater good of the cybertronian race!" with a wide, toothy smile. He could hear the cheers from the broadcast room, mechs and femmes alike screaming his name. He puffed his chassis out slightly, grinning as the broadcast ended. He turned to Airachnid, and gave her a nod as they finished the final preparations.

As he stood in front of the Quintessons he couldn't help but feel that something was off. Sure, he had brought a little less energon than usual, but the way their red glowing eyes stared him down was wrong. He kept his cool, even when the high commander moved closer, hot breath washing over his frame. Slimy organic tentacles grabbed at him, bringing him up to its face. The Quintesson sniffed him, its eyes glowing just a little brighter as it lifted Sentinel up, eyeing his shoddily welded-on modesty panelling.

"I'll be bringing extra next time, I promise." Sentinel smiled as much as he could, trying to ignore the damp breath of the Quintesson high commander as it wafted over his face plate, the stench of something astringent filling his olfactory sensors. He was so focused on the smell, he didn't feel the slimy appendages inching tighter around his limbs.

It happened so quickly. His already once injured modesty panel was being pried off. Without thinking, he retracted it. The Quintesson sniffed again, the traces of leftover transfluids having leaked out and stained Sentinel's valve. He shot a glance towards Airachnid and the other guards, who were simply looking the other way, keeping an optic out for any other threats and ignoring the scene in front of them. Traitors.

The Quintessons tentacles tightened around his wrists and ankles, stretching him out until he was completely spread eagle, barely able to move. His wings twitched uselessly as he tried to get away, but the sight of glowing red eyes and bared teeth quickly put a stop to his attempts. He hung uselessly in the air as horrifyingly organic appendages probed and explored his frame, leaving sticky trails on his already marred plating. Grin and bear it. Grin and bear it.

The first slide of the appendage along the plush golden folds of his valve wasn't as unpleasant as he was expecting. He vented heavily as it toyed with his node for a moment, before sliding inside. The taper made it an easy fit at first, especially after the rough treatment his valve had already faced just hours before. But it kept sliding, and each segment kept getting thicker and thicker. It wasn't long before his callipers felt stretched to their limit, the small blunt tip pressing against the entrance to his gestation chamber.

As Sentinel's intake opened to protest, another one of the high commander's tentacled limbs pressed against his glossa. The taste and texture was vile, unlike anything he'd ever put in his mouth. It pushed forwards, filling his intake quickly, and slowly sliding down his throat. He gagged, but it didn't stop. He didn't realise he was crying, sobbing even, until he tasted the salty tang of coolant on his glossa. The tentacle went impossibly deep, down his throat to the point he could feel it in his tanks. The one in his valve pressed harder against his gestation chamber, and he felt a sudden pop. The delicate silicone ring gave way, allowing the Quintesson to slide even deeper.

To his horror, a third tentacle started prodding at his frame. He was no stranger to aft play, but with his body already so stuffed full he couldn't even begin to imagine it fitting into his port. But that didn't stop the Quintesson from trying. The natural lubrication of the appendage helped it slide in with ease, the tapered end once again proving useful. He cried out loudly, oral lubricants spilling out of his intake around the intrusion and onto his chassis. His port stretched painlessly, and for that he was thankful.

The high commander set a brutal, punishing pace. Sentinel tugged at his restraints again, his optics squinting closed as tears continued to spill down his cheeks. An overload was forced out of him, static energy arching and bouncing off his plating as transfluids shot out of his spike and splattered onto the ground beneath him, staining the floor pink. The Quintesson didn't slow, further bullying Sentinel's overstimulated and stretched valve.

A fourth, much thinner tentacle slid around his leg and up his thigh. It wrapped around the base of his spike, providing even more unwanted stimulation. Sentinel felt a strange pressure at the tip of his spike, his optics shooting open just in time to see the smallest appendage slide into his transfluid lines. The stimulation was confusing, the area so sensitive that it almost hurt. He let out a series of mumbled, confused moans as his spike was stretched, the thin tentacle thrusting slowly and releasing even more slimy fluids to aid the stretch. He bit down on the appendage stretching his intake slightly, his venting heavy and uneven, his frame overheating to the point his tears sizzled against his cheek plating.

The tentacle in his valve started flexing, becoming slightly thicker suddenly. Sentinel panicked and choked as a round object pushed itself into his valve, pushing against the entrance to his gestation chamber. He was suddenly thankful for the earlier stretching as the slightly gelatinous orb slid into him. He'd heard tales of how Quintessons reproduced, but he wasn't expecting to ever experience it firsthand. A second egg pressed against him, sliding in with surprising ease. The thin tentacle filling his transfluid line stopped him from overloading, leaving him frustratingly right on the edge. He sobbed, but no tears fell.

After a long moment, the barrage of squishy eggs finally slowed to a stop. His abdominal plating bulged out obscenely, creaking under the strain of his stretched out protomesh. The ovipositor tentacle twitched before releasing a sticky thick slime, filling him up even more. It retracted slowly, leaving his valve empty and stretched wide. A gush of fluids followed it, splattering onto the floor between his legs with a disturbing squelch. Next slid out the one in his spike slit, followed by the one in his port. The one from his intake was the last to retract, making his insides churn and lurch as he struggled not to purge his tanks.

The Quintesson high commander didn't let Sentinel go; however, if anything the appendages restraining him only got tighter. He tried to speak, but his throat felt raw, his glossa heavy in his mouth. His voice box let out a burst of static uselessly. His optics flickered offlined for a moment, before he felt a rush of pressure in his core.

The slime started to leak from his gestation chamber, providing a tingling numbing sensation not unlike the circuit booster patches from the night before, but located entirely in his valve. The pressure started soon after, the eggs having swelled slightly in the short time they had to germinate inside of his chambers. The Quintesson spread his legs slightly more and let out a chittering noise. Even more slime gushed out of Sentinel's abused valve, the blue and gold folds gaping open obscenely. His node blinked in time with his ventilations, his frame feeling slow and relaxed despite his current situation. He vaguely understood that he needed to start pushing, and he did just that. His valve stretched wide around the firm yet jelly-like eggs as they fell onto the floor below into a wet pile. His optics offlined again as he crashed into another overload, aiding the birth of the last few Quintesson eggs.

The high commander signalled to the other Quintessons who quickly rushed over, picking up the eggs and carrying them inside the grotesque looking ship. Sentinel was dazed, his helm spinning and throbbing in pain. He was dumped rather unceremoniously onto the sticky floor beneath, his plating suffering another few dents from the landing alone. His limbs twitched rather uselessly as he wiped drool and slime off his face with the back of a servo. The Quintesson left rather quickly after that, leaving him and the rest of his party alone in the techno-organic wasteland.

The last thing he saw before he finally passed out was Airachnid staring at him with unblinking optics, almost definitely recording and saving everything into her seemingly infinite memory banks. Whether to use it as blackmail against him or the Quintessons, he wasn't sure. But he'd have to ask for a copy later as... proof.

[yanderes-galore]

platonic yandere zeraora please. From pokemon

I can try, sure! Going based on Pokedex entries and game wiki knowledge as usual.

Overprotective! Zeraora Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Violence, Murder, Implied kidnapping, Forced companionship.

Zeraora is an Electric-Type Mythical Pokemon in the Alolan region.

It is known to be elusive to humans as poachers have harmed its trust towards humans.

Due to this I feel Zeraora would take a long time to be used to you.

This Pokemon isn't under your command.

You may not even catch this Zeraora.

You meet this Pokemon by chance, fate allowed you to view this Pokemon on one of the many islands of Alola.

To meet a Mythical Pokemon, you'd have to have the right circumstances.

So maybe you meet Zeraora through saving it, or it saving you.

Such an action makes one of you indebted to the other.

Which eventually makes Zeraora curious and attached to you.

Zeraora is fast, always managing to stay out of sight.

But maybe poachers find the beast again... or maybe you are attacked by a wild Pokemon....

Either way... when you first meet with the Pokemon, the area crackles with the smell of ozone.

The Thunderclap Pokemon is surprised when it meets you.

You seem so kind... never trying to hunt the Mythical Pokemon unlike most poachers.

While originally not paying you much mind, Zeraora never takes its gaze off you.

Somehow it wishes to protect you, either because it feels it owes you or worries for you.

In a way you've made a friend out of the Pokemon and haven't figured it out yet.

Zeraora doesn't trust many humans.

But the Mythical Pokemon can tell how much your own Pokemon adore you.

You're no threat... you're no hunter... you're a friend.

So Zeraora becomes your guardian.

This Pokemon is overprotective of you due to what it's been through.

It expects other humans or Pokemon to hurt you... leaving it to feeling aggressive towards others.

While out of your sight most of the time, Zeraora is never far.

You can tell it's been around due to the smell of ozone.

Imagine if a wild Pokemon or person hurt you... then the next day they're struck down by electricity.

Zeraora doesn't care if what it's doing is wrong.

It's seen what humanity can do.

Compared to that... it doesn't think "protecting you" is wrong.

So, it wants to protect the one kind human it knows.

Soon you may even be able to meet with the Mythical Pokemon more often.

The Thunderclap Pokemon does care for you a lot.

To the point it'll use its abilities for more... devious acts to protect you.

The more Pokemon/People are attacked by lightning around you... the more you wonder if Zeraora is behind it.

Yet the Pokemon only smiles with a growl, meeting you in private with a friendly gaze.

Even if you found out... that wouldn't make Zeraora go away.

The Pokemon is convinced that it needs to protect you.

If you don't want it around anymore... then it gets concerned... worried... scared.

Zeraora will protect you one way or another...

Be that making deaths look like an accident... or by taking you away into one of Alola's many jungles.

[kopivie]

finding out that wriothesley's constellation is cerberus doesn't help my brainrot about this au that the anon suggested either...

wriothesley as "hades", the terrifying duke of meropide. no one actually knows his name -- wriothesley is but a whisper on the lips of the exceptionally brave (or amazingly stupid) who dare to try and say his name out loud. he has many names, so people often refer to this unseen duke with several names. ("aidoneus", "ditis pater", "orcus", etc.)

wriothesley likely happens across you and your oddly placed flower shop during one of his trips to the overworld. sigewinne had asked for a souvenir from the overworld, so he stopped by the coffee shop for some tea for himself and stepped inside your store right after. it's weird that such a fragrant store would be next to a coffee shop, but the scent of the flowers was so pure -- it was as if the coffee shop didn't exist when he stepped in. the flowers were mesmerizing to him. but what was even more mesmerizing was you, the flower shop owner who stumbled out of the door upon realizing that you had a visitor.

the flowers seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when you entered the room. perhaps it's due to the dendro vision that's dangling from the chain on your neck? whatever the case is, the entire world becomes static as wriothesley becomes fixated on you.

i'm a little scattered rn since my attention has been pretty fixed all day, but i'm thinking so hard about this, like...

wriothesley wants you in a way that is so dangerous. he wants you so badly, he's kind of scaring himself. he's no idiot -- if he's scaring himself, then he's sure to scare you. so he approaches you slowly, all the while feeding you hints that you should return to the underworld (the fortress of meropide) with him. he knows that you wouldn't do too well down there with the lack of sunlight and flowers, but he can work around that. he'll make it work. he has to. he will.

but maybe after courting you for so long, you still refuse to go. after all that? after all the effort he's put in to keep you in the dark about his desires? maybe after all that, he kinda blanks out. you fall asleep in your little apartment illuminated by moonlight, but awake in the fortress of meropide.

there's no map, no directions, no friendly faces, no stars to guide your path. just the stench of ozone and wriothesley, who insists that you'll be happy here. he'll make you happy here. he promises.

[monsteractialuna]

So I'm a massive fan of demon aus and stuff so i ummm made my own demon au 👉👈

I'm not 100% sure if I'm going to write a fic or not for this,, I plan on maybe writing a few chapters, see if I vibe with it, and then post it or leave it in the abyss depending on how I feel when I'm done.

You are a freelance demon hunter with an odd relationship in regards to the demons you hunt. You allow those who kill criminals or the scum of the Earth to go free but hunt and kill those who harm the innocent. You never thought that your work would follow you home, and you certainly never thought that your work would wake you up every morning with pancakes and waffles. Who taught these demons to work a stove?

Some fun facts about the characters and stuff below the read more :)

-Y/n was raised by a demon, hence why they have such an odd relationship with demons. Y/n views them more as people who can make mistakes and less like evil creatures from hell. Y/n allows demons that kill horrible people to live because their Mother was one of those demons, often targeting abusive spouses and partners.

-Sun and Moon used to be one entity but had split decades ago due to a disagreement. They hadn't seen each other since the split until they both broke into Y'n's house.

-Y/n has lost several limbs during their hunts; but since they're on good terms with multiple demons they are always patched back up and made "whole" again. Y/n's mother is constantly on the verge of tearing their face off from stress.

-Since Sun is a plasma demon his body runs extremely hot. He has to maintain constant control of his body temperature or he risks burning everything around him. He also has to control the brightness of his body as if he gets too excited he WILL blind people. Sun smells like ozone before a lightening strike.

-Moon is a demon made entirely of frigid cold water, so just like Sun he has to work to control his body temperature. His natural temperature is extremely cold but if he gets too upset the water that makes up his body could solidify turning to ice. He can freeze the water in the air around him easily. He smells like the ocean during winter.

-Y/n is one of the only demon hunters capable of locking demons into objects. If they cannot kill a demon they will imprison them into an object and keep them in a locked room inside their house. They often put Sun and Moon inside a plasma ball and a snow globe when the two start fighting. Gay demon jail.

-Y/n is capable of using their mother's demonic magic, which is how they are so proficient during hunts. Mother's magic is plant based and helps Y/n control roots, vines, and other flora in their surroundings. The bracelet they wear signifies the bond the two have and Y/n can communicate with their mother through that bond. The bracelet can only be removed if the bond is severed, either through one party dying, both parties agreeing to sever said bond, or a strong enough desire to break free of the bond in some cases.

-Bonds between a demon and a human can come in a few flavors, romantic bonds are symbolized through the demon's solidified magic turning into a ring, familial or friendly bonds are symbolized with a bracelet, and forced bonds are symbolized via a collar around the victims throat.

-Vanessa is Y/n's protegee, after Y/n helped save Vanessa from a forced bond from a demon Vanessa decided she wanted to become a demon hunter to get revenge on the demon who enslaved her. Vanessa doesn't fully believe that demons aren't just evil creatures from hell, but does trust Y/n's judgement.

-The other animatronics are also demons! Y/n is friends with most of them :) Roxanne is a demon that specifically hunts human traffickers, Chica is a demon who hunts people that dump waste into the environment illegally (and then proceeds to consume the dump to ensure the environment isn't too badly effected), Freddy and Bonnie hunt down child abusers and often work as a team to do it, and Monty hunts poachers and exotic animal traffickers.

-Moon falls for Y/n first and falls fast. The minute y/n kicked his ass the first time he was down bad. He makes himself a nuisance to Y/n because he isn't entirely sure how to process these feelings and decides to makes it everybody else's problem. Sun originally just wanted to be friends but as time went on he realized he was falling for Y/n too. While Moon fell in love with you for your ferocity during hunts, Sun falls for your kindness and understanding towards those affected by other demons. Sun absolutely adores your passion and need for justice and it literally makes him swoon.

[aesthetikins]

this isn't a response to any request, i'm just online window-shopping again and wanted to shout out my favorite fragrance shop since i think the scents they sell can be pretty alterhuman friendly

demeter fragrance is my go-to for unhuman scents. smells that are hard to capture. they have a lot of florals, which is common for perfumes, but uncommon scents like asian pear, basil, and monk fruit. they have enjoyable but strange scents, like the ozone smell of thunderstorms, and the smell of freshly upturned soil (one of my favorites, the scent is called earthworm). they have some smells that are outright weird, like turpentine, funeral home bouquets, fresh tennis balls, and glue

if the sound of smells named things like riding crop, lotus, spacewalk, tarnish, and wet garden sound interesting to you, please check them out! their 0.5 oz/15ml cologne bottles are really conveniently sized. for a fragrance company that makes strange smells, their prices are really cheap. most of their scents can be bought as splash bottles, spray bottles, roll-ons, lotion, body wash, and body oil and have sampler spray bottles

[luminiscandleco]

We're here, we're queer, and we cannot be legislated out of existence 🏳‍🌈✨

The Luminis Candle Co 2023 Pride Collection is being released on June 1 at 12:00 pm (Pacific time), and you can find it all on www.luminiscandleco.com!!!! This year's Pride candle lineup includes 8 scents, 7 of which are brand new!

Scent information and additional details under the cut!

Nonbinary: This is the only one that's the same as last year: a lovely aromatic blend featuring gentle English lavender top notes, a heart of sweet Meyer lemon, and a base of vanilla and tonka bean.

Pansexual: A playful blend with aldehydic top notes of bergamot, sweet orange, and apple, unfolding into heart notes of rich honey nectar and toffee. White musk forms a gentle base.

Polyamorous: Fresh and clean with citrus and mint top notes. A heart of lavender, green accord, and sandalwood blends into a soothing base of cedarwood, amber, and musk.

Lesbian: An effervescent, feminine blend that opens with sweet apple, raspberry, and sparkling champagne. Lily, jasmine, and peach heart notes follow, supported by coconut and sugar base notes.

Asexual: Herbal and aromatic. Top notes of lemon and cyclamen give way to a heart of sage, lavender, rosemary, and thyme. Base notes of eucalyptus leaf and green musk tie the blend together.

LGBTQ+/Rainbow: Oceanic but not overwhelming, this scent begins with marine and green accords, followed by herbaceous notes, dry woods, and a strong note of sea salt. Leather, cedarwood, and smooth black pepper form a lingering base.

Transgender: A sweet, blush blend. Raspberry and mandarin top notes blend seamlessly into a heart of rose, lychee, and red currant, which in turn lead to a captivating base of oud, benzoin, and sheer musk.

Bisexual: Sweet with a little spice, this striking blend starts with ozone and chili pepper, mellowed out by a heart of mandarin, guava, and orange. Coconut and peppercorn round out the scent.

All candles are decorated with eco-friendly glitter made from sustainably and ethically sourced plant material that biodegrades in a wastewater environment. Testing was conducted to ensure that eco-glitter won't cause a severe fire hazard the way dried botanicals do, and while my own testing showed that they don't cause fireballs or anything, if your glitter gets too close to the wick, I recommend gently brushing it away before lighting, just to be safe!

Each candle costs $35 and the wax weight of each is approximately 6 ounces!

[sgiandubh]

Anon rebelde.

Como ha cambiado el fandom de una parte aquí. La reina destronada de los antis en sus horas más bajas haciendo un ridículo cada vez más estrepitoso porque la nomina de SUS rubias cada vez tiene mas ceros a la izquierda.

Marple ha enderezado en cierta manera su rumbo anterior y aunque Sam nunca hará nada bien para ella, ya no entra en las tonterías habituales y su blog ahora es más ¿aséptico? y por lo tanto no tan interesante como para ir a el a ver qué se comenta para discutirlo en este lado.

El lado shipper siempre encuentra la manera de que haya contenido y movimiento por lo tanto es el reservorio del virus fandom cuando antes eran o querían que fuesen los apestados del mismo.

Entre una cosa y otra se nota un discreto y pausado cambio de rumbo en el aire, como ese ozono que precede a la lluvia que refresca en verano ¿no crees?

Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,

ES: Ya sabes, ¡es casi peligroso acostumbrarse a tu amigable caja de resonancia! Sin más, adelante, Sancho, con la traducción y algunos breves comentarios. Si supieras a cuántas personas cabreas habitualmente, estarías orgullosa de ti misma. Te lo juro por Snoopy.

EN (dedicada a BIF, la que siempre se equivodka): You know, it's almost dangerous to get used to this friendly soundboard of yours! Without further ado, let's go ahead with the translation and some short comments. If you only knew how many people you piss off on the regular, you'd be proud of yourself. Pinky promise.

You wrote, Anon Rebelde:

"My God, how this fandom has changed! The dethroned queen of the antis at her lowest, making an increasingly loud fool of herself because the list of HER blondes has more and more zeros to the left, than the other way round.

Marple has somewhat changed her previous course and (although Sam will never be good enough for her) no longer peddles her usual nonsense. As a result, her blog is now more aseptic, and therefore not as interesting as to justify going there and see what's the talk of the town and report back here.

The shipper side always finds a way to provide new, spirited content. It turned into the viral reservoir of the fandom, unlike before, when we were its pariah dogs.

Between one thing and another, you can't help but notice a sensible and slow wind of change, not unlike that ozone breeze you notice just before a refreshing summer rain, don't you think?"

From your mouth to God's ears, dear Anon Rebelde. That being said, I would be cautious about sudden changes across the street. You can't really teach an old dog new tricks, can you? Plus that woman wants something elusive enough to be chased forever. Power and Control.

The Old Courtesan fails to capture my attention. Nope, not even in a comedic way, or something. At this point, caring about what she says would insult not only my intelligence, but also her inglorious past. Some things are better left to fizzle off by themselves.

[where-is-caithe]

-- B A S I C S

name: Eon Shearfang

nicknames: 'Fang (Maverick only), Shearfang (Malice) they have saber teeth I promise :(

birthday: Middle of the year

race: Charr, Ash Legion

gender: ???? Butch. she/they

orientation: Lesbian

profession: Thief to Mesmer pipeline. Commander.

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: Purple

eyes: Purple (the same)

skin: black panther fur, with faint black jaguar rosettes. soft and fluffy.

tattoos/scars: space rift scars

-- F A M I L Y

parents: smoke shaman mother, ash legion father. placed in an ash fahrar.

siblings: none.

grandparents: ???

in laws and others: no.

pets: astral raptor.

-- S K I L L S

abilities: mesmer abilities. cannot create clones, but creates stars like knives like a virtuoso. utilizes wells and pulls. black hole well. die. VERY good at invisibility and teleportation. can do portals but kasmeer is better.

hobbies: map making. has a book full of hand-drawn fractal maps with important landmarks. the habit continues when they become the commander and they make maps during downtime.

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: laughs with you. jokes around and is relatively friendly.

most negative trait: shuts down and ignores you. if anyone theyre close to is in a life-threatening situation they immediately distance from them. definition of being hot with a shit personality. you will regret getting to know them.

-- L I K E S

colors: ~purple~

smells: leather. metal. something otherwordly. burnt ozone.

textures: leather.

drinks: whiskey neat. coffee. dark stout beer.

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: often.

drinks: yes.

drugs: not really.

been arrested: yes.

ty to @mystery-salad for tagging me you get the space cat for this one 🥰

tagging my gf @lackluster-plays

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from EcoWatch:

An international team of scientists say efforts to protect the ozone layer have been a “huge global success,” with damaging atmospheric gases declining more quickly than expected.

According to the new study, the total amount of chlorine — which depletes the ozone — in all hydrochlorofluorocarbons (HCFCs) peaked in 2021, five years earlier than the most recent predictions.

“This has been a huge global success. We’re seeing that things are going in the right direction,” said Dr. Luke Western, lead author of the study and a Marie Curie Research Fellow at University of Bristol’s School of Chemistry, as The Guardian reported.

The reduction in HCFCs is largely due to the 1987 Montreal Protocol, which introduced controls on the usage and production of ozone-depleting substances. HCFCs were once common in the manufacturing of hundreds of products, from refrigerators and packaging to aerosol sprays and foams.

Lowering the amount of HCFCs — which are also greenhouse gases — should help lessen global heating, a press release from University of Bristol said.

Developed to replace chlorofluorocarbons — banned globally since 2010 — production and usage of HCFCs is still in the process of being phased out.

“The results are very encouraging. They underscore the great importance of establishing and sticking to international protocols,” Western said in the press release. “Without the Montreal Protocol, this success would not have been possible, so it’s a resounding endorsement of multilateral commitments to combat stratospheric ozone depletion, with additional benefits in tackling human-induced climate change.”

HCFC emissions fell less than one percent between 2021 and 2023, but are still moving in the right direction.

“Their production is currently being phased out globally, with a completion date slated for 2040. In turn these HCFCs are being replaced by non-ozone depleting hydrofluorocarbons (HFCs) and other compounds. By enforcing strict controls and promoting the adoption of ozone-friendly alternatives, the protocol has successfully curbed the release and levels of HCFCs into the atmosphere,” Western said.

[tarotbee]

hello!! i was wondering if you have any ways to worship Sol/Sunna, her brother (Mani) and Loki?

Offerings and ways of Worshipping Sól / Sunna

Associated runes: Dagaz and Sowelo

Offerings of Cider, Mead, Apple juice and orange juice

Like many solar deities, sunflowers and sun imagery are always a good idea!

In Germanic mythology Sól is considered the personification of the sun, meaning just spending some time outside in the sun would be perfectly acceptable!

Citrus is always good for sun gods and goddesses, lemons, limes, oranges, grapefruits, pomelo, kumquat, mandarin and clementine are all good!

Show respect to the land!

Pick up rubbish! Plant a garden! Go eco friendly! Bamboo brushes! No single use plastics! Every little bit counts 🧡

Donate to charities that help the environment such as tree planting, community gardens, wildlife protection, ocean clean ups, ozone protection! Pitch in too if you can!

Horses and Chariots!

Plants 🪴 are great offerings! Put them on her altar! Take care of them in her honour

Wear warm/summer colours

Sunna is a healer! First aid courses, learning old helping practices and remedies and even just taking care of yours and other physical health is amazing!

Know a good source recipe for when your sick? Perfect idea for an offering

Sunna embodies, energy, motivation and enthusiasm, carry these feelings with you always (as much as you can)

Have a candle on her altar! She gave the gift of fire! Its important to honour that

Celebrate the solstice!

Sun tea!!! 🌞

Honey

Hibiscus

Hope this helped! Sol/Sunna is hard to find information on so communicate with her directly and collaborate on offering ideas

[eco-smart]

Five Reasons to Install an Ozone Water Purification Systems in Your Home

Contaminated drinking water has become an enormous problem throughout the States and has led to a variety of water-borne illnesses.

You can, however, get your water pure and free of chemicals.

By using the help of an ozone water purification system it is possible to keep yourself free of harmful water contaminants as well as dangerous diseases they can cause.

[stop-the-play]

> [Take the blade]

You take the blade from the plinth. It would be difficult to slay the sorcerer and save the world without it.

VOICE OF THE HERO: All right. Don't forget why we're down here.

> [Enter the basement]

The door to the basement creaks open, revealing a stone stairwell, its steps so slick you need to keep your grip tight on the railing. The scent of ozone and petrichor seeps up from below. If the sorcerer lives here, slaying it would probably be doing it a favor.

A voice, cordial and controlled, carries up the stairs.

"Is that a visitor I hear? Come down, make yourself at home!"

VOICE OF THE HERO: I don't think it recognizes us. We might have the element of surprise here.

Choices:

"Um, nice to meet you?"

"Evening! No hard feelings, right?"

"Hey, so I might be here to 'slay' you...?"

[Continue down the stairs]