#pollution check online

[oflgtfol]

anyway i lowkey wanna make a big masterpost and/or essay or whatever like as a handbook to night sky observing. not just in a like, here's how to identify constellations, but in the like. here's how to ground yourself here on earth and see the actual orbital configurations of our heliocentric solar system by simply observing planetary motions in the sky. and observe the fact that the earth is round by watching the motions of the seasonal constellations and draw some celestial sphere diagrams. etc

i'm like especially interested in archaeoastronomy lately because of these exercises in trying to generate an actual bodily intuition around astronomy beyond the math and programming that i learned in school, because it's like, this is the version of astronomy that existed for millennia upon millennia until technology advanced enough to make more complicated observations and conclusions. we literally only had our own eyes, bodies, and minds to puzzle it over for most of human history. and trying to recreate this in myself by teaching it to myself through brief stargazing sessions and many many sessions in stellarium in my free time is like, idk. really eye opening. it's one thing to be taught in school that yeah the earth is round and the sun is at the center of the solar system and there's other planets, and it's another thing to then do complicated math under those assumptions, and it's a different thing entirely when you actually then go outside and see with your own human eyes that those facts are true of the physical world you exist in. these aren't just abstract concepts but things that occupy the physical space that you live in

[ecologydyke]

begging pleading for people to use their critical thinking skills when it comes to the environment. way too many people have this idea:

climate change isn’t real = wrong and bad

climate change is real = correct and good

and while yes, denying climate change *is* wrong and bad, that doesn’t mean you should immediately trust everyone who says climate change is real.

ecofacism is a really concerning trend i see, especially among the younger generation because of how undeniable climate change has become to us. facists are taking advantage of the existential despair that’s rising in young people due to the climate crisis to indoctrinate them into their ideology. the most important thing to remember about ecofacists is that *they don’t actually care about the environment.* it’s a front to make facism more palatable to people who are concerned about the climate. it’s so so so important to learn how to recognize ecofacist talking points because i see them repeated by people who otherwise wouldn’t be described as a facist and it’s very concerning.

if someone says climate change is due to overpopulation, that’s an ecofacist talking point.

if someone says climate change is due to immigration, that’s an ecofacist talking point.

if someone says climate change is a necessary purge of humankind, that’s an ecofacist talking point.

if someone says all humans are inherently evil and deserve to die, that’s an ecofacist talking point.

if someone says that we are the virus, that’s an ecofacist talking point.

ecofacists claim that overpopulation is causing the climate crisis. it’s not. pay attention to the particular spots in the world that have the densest populations: china, india, bangladesh, and nigeria are usually the main countries in these claims. they are targeting asian and african people and blaming them for climate change entirely, when in reality these poorer people living in very high density cities have some of the lowest carbon footprints. ecofacists will say that overpopulation is the issue in asia and africa, and while they usually don’t say this part out loud, the implied solution to the climate crisis is mass genocide against mainly black and brown people. *facism as we know it is white supremacy.* they also use a similar argument to claim that immigration is contributing to climate change, saying that (again, mostly black and brown) immigrants are causing overpopulation in “civilized” countries and that the planes and boats used to take them across the world are causing all that pollution.

ecofacists will say that floods and famine and the subsequent deaths that result from climate change are a necessary evil to keep the human race in check. again, think of who will be most affected by climate change-related disasters (who already are being affected by them). this is not a coincidence.

because they are the masterminds behind the theory that all humans are evil and should die, logically that means the ecofacists would be the ones leading the massacres and choosing which groups to eliminate. again, facism is white supremacy. they will target people of colour, disabled people, queer people, jewish people, and elderly people until only the “ideal” (read: white, abled, cishetallo) members of society are left. this is not a coincidence.

i’m using very extreme examples here obviously but that’s just to demonstrate what the goal of ecofacism is. ecofacists want to use the climate crisis to guilt trip people into giving everything up for the sake of the environment and subscribing to their racist ideals.

it’s very important to mention how rampant ecofacist ideology has become in vegan circles online. obviously there’s nothing wrong with being vegan, but ecofacist talking points are *everywhere* in online vegan communities and it’s very concerning. it’s especially common among animal rights activists (which almost always go hand in hand with veganism, although not all vegans are aras). it’s really important to keep in mind that animal rights activism and animal welfare activism are very very different - animal welfare fights for ethical treatment and slaughter of livestock, while animal rights fights for the complete eradication of animal products. the whole argument over animal welfare vs animal rights can be saved for another post but it is very, very important to recognize how animal rights activism and in many cases veganism parrots racist ecofacist ideas.

it’s really really important to acknowledge that native populations of turtle island and polynesia in particular are damaged by ecofacist ideals. a core part of animal rights activism is the push for completely criminalizing all hunting of wildlife, and who’d have thought - that is incredibly important to the indigenous way of life and forcing native people to stop hunting (*especially* inuit living in the north) is cultural genocide. ecofacism also uses the guise of conservation efforts to push native peoples off of their own land.

it’s true that human consumption can and does lead to climate change, but it isn’t poor people living in slums or even really an average western household. ecofacists put all the blame for climate change on people of colour and other marginalized communities, even when they’re the ones contributing the least to the climate crisis. while a lot of what i’m saying here is intentionally extreme to properly illustrate the point i’m trying to make, it is absolutely a thing that happens that oppressed people actually do die because of ecofacism. the el paso shooter in texas a few years ago admitted to having ecofacist ideals and that his targeting of a store frequented by mexican immigrants was not a coincidence. the shooter that killed 51 people in mosques in christchurch that same year also shared similar ecofacist beliefs.

ecofacist propaganda can be hard to spot and can even make its way to mainstream media. do you remember a couple years ago at the height of tue pandemic when major news outlets were posting videos of dolphins returning to the venecian canals? those videos were not real. they were made with the implicit message of “humans are the virus” - which is, again, an ecofacist talking point. whether the videos were created by an ecofacist or not doesn’t really matter - what matters is that they spread ecofacist propaganda *everywhere*.

it’s really important to recognize absolutist statements like “all humans are evil and should die” or “overpopulation is causing climate change” and be able to critically think about who they might be benefiting and who they might be detrimental to. there are clues in ecofacist talking points, but they’re usually hard to spot - that is the point. if you see some statement that raises a red flag, you should think about who it’s being said or implied is causing the harm, whether it’s a radicalized or oppressed group, and how they’re being portrayed by the people saying these statements. it’s also really important to think about how they propose climate change should be solved: if it involves more police, more surveillance, excluding or pushing entire groups of people out, more military action, or closing borders and denying people the freedom to move - that is an ecofacist talking point.

also, i should mention that not everyone who spreads these types of ideas are ecofacists. in fact, i think most of them aren’t, or at least fully. ecofacism is just the most covert form of facist propaganda right now and it’s very easy to fall into the idea that all humans should die or whatever, no matter if you subscribe to the racist implications of that or not. just please be aware of how ecofacism manifests and how easily it spreads online - don’t be afraid to point out when you think someone is unintentionally spreading racist rhetoric, and be self-critical of what the implications of some of the things you might be saying have. critical thinking wasn’t taught in school just so you could figure out if the curtains were blue or not - it affects everything.

some articles about this topic that i like a lot

[skirter01]

Top Gun: Fenton - Chpt 1 (Teaser)

Bout time I put this one out here. Will be up on Ao3 in the next 2 weeks!

The thing about plummeting 20,000ft through the air in the middle of the night – if you realise it's a bad idea halfway down, it's already too late. 

“Holy sh*t!” 

Admittedly, not one of Danny’s favourite ways to wake up. 

He could barely right himself as he plummeted through the dark sky in a mess of flailing limbs and flapping NASA pyjama pants. Obviously not his best look, but it wasn’t like he was prepared to wake up falling out of the sky. In fact, it wasn’t something he’d ever had to actually deal with considering he tended to defy gravity majority of the time anyway. 

Convenient, when it works, he thought saltily, still trying and failing to trigger any reciprocation from his core. Since when was he having power malfunctions? It was like he was fourteen all over again, turning his pants intangible in the school hallway. Puberty, ew. 

Danny’s lanky body flipped and folded uncontrollably like a sheet in the wind, while compressed air screamed past his ears and pulled at the skin of his face, drying out his mouth and grabbing at his eyelids painfully. How could anyone do this for fun, ever? 

Honestly, he’d pretty much accepted at this point that whatever was going on, this wasn't his fault. The last thing he remembered was falling into bed next to Sam post online doom sesh with Tucker and completely checking out of the world of consciousness – because yes he could do that now, three cheers for retirement! So, unless he could somehow teleport in his sleep, this was completely out of his control. Which was unsettling, but at least it was some comfort that he could blame someone else for once.  

A chill nipped at his arms as he plunged through more cloud cover, only this time, instead of more dark and gloom, he broke through to come face to face with perhaps the most menacing skyline he’d ever seen. 

Brutal skyscrapers stood like gods, towering over a city swathed in smog and pollution. Plumes of smoke drifted skywards, drifting past keeling cranes and breathing onto low flying aircraft weaving dangerously between high rises. 

Oh he was so not in Washington anymore. 

His eyes followed smatterings of dim light that illuminated bustling roads and jagged bridges, stooping down into a shadowy harbour, dotted with resting ships bobbing in dark water. The very same water which loomed ominously below him. Danny’s eyes widened as the still, murky harbour water rushed at him, and he tried uselessly to grasp any part of his half dead self. Head-on collision in ten, nine, eight….

He managed to swivel feet first, throwing his legs out like a spring to displace the water. Not that it helped. It was like hitting fucking concrete. His legs cracked sickeningly on impact and the icy harbour water engulfed him. 

As he sunk down, a horrible scenario flashed through his mind; his body filled with water, sinking to the bottom of this strange harbour in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, never to be found again. His only memory; a segment on buzzfeed unsolved. 

Naturally, Danny panicked. He floundered on the surface, splashing around with only arms to keep him afloat and the dreaded possibility that he’d just broken both legs. He sucked in salty water through his nose, and choked it down his throat as the dead-weight of his legs dragged him under. 

Sam, the house and the $20 in my wallet are yours. The console goes to Tucker – but I’ll never forgive you if you don’t put him through the blazing trials of hell to earn it. 

Miraculously, it was then that he felt that familiar weightlessness settle over him, and without a second thought, he launched himself skyward blindly – just far enough to miss the rest of the harbour and crash ragdoll style onto the wooden jetty. 

Rolling to a stop on his back, Danny groaned, chest heaving for oxygen he didn't need. His legs were on fire, but at least that was better than numb – c’mon freaky ghost powers do your thing already. All he wanted was to lie there and pass out. But that would just be too convenient. 

The red and blue lights of justice flashed against the white undersides of the expensive moored boats lining the jetting, and the squeal of rubber tires on tarmac had Danny cursing under his breath. Too fucking perfect. 

Car doors slammed, two of them, and the hurried thumping of boots on the flimsy wooden jetty vibrated against his back. Closest he’d get to a massage probably. 

“Hey!” 

Danny sighed and closed his eyes, so it begins.

The first cop was by his side in seconds, sliding to his knees at Danny’s shoulder. “Please, please don't be dead,” The guy mumbled to himself, clearly young by the tone, fiddling with his utility belt for what Danny could only guess was a pair of gloves. “Not another one. Not more paperwork.”

“Your lucky day” Danny wheezed out a laugh, forcing his eyes back open enough to give the poor traumatised dude some clarity. “Still kicking.” 

“Crap!” The cop startled, falling back on his heels, probably having already convinced himself that Danny was dead. He couldn't blame the guy, good intuition. “You scared the socks off me dude!” He put a hand to his chest, “But thank god for that.” 

“Ha.” Danny exhaled exhaustedly. The Officers silver name badge read ‘Det. Grayson’, but his face was young, a year or two older than Danny, he guessed, somewhere around twenty three or four – definitely too young to be a detective. Black hair peaked out from underneath Detective Graysons cap, hanging above blue eyes eerily similar to his own. They roved over Danny’s beaten face and body with the same critical gaze Jazz had been giving him for years. Oh yeah, oldest sibling for sure – out in the wild. 

The assessment halted at his legs, “God, your…” 

The second cop, Graysons partner, sidled up then, measly first aid kit in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He was an older man, stubby, with a crooked moustache, wide face and a badge that read ‘Const. Marshall’. “What’ve we got Grayson? Another body – holy christ!” 

Constable Marshall staggered a few steps, when his flashlight illuminated Danny’s tattered legs. “Oh hell no. That’s bone! I see bone!” 

“Marshall!” Grayson scolded in a harsh whisper, ripping away the first aid kit.

Danny cringed. So much for being calm in front of a patient. His legs must be pretty gruesome then. It wasn’t worrying, not when he could already feel the burning sensation of his ectoplasm trying to cinch them back together. Except, that was just the problem. 

He gritted his teeth. Please stop healing. 

“Sorry about him,” Grayson mumbled, calmly reaching into the first aid kit for some intense looking bandages, “I’m Detective Grayson, and that’s Constable Marshall. We’re with Bluhaven PD, but we’re working with Gotham City at the moment. What’s your name?” 

Danny’s stomach dropped. “We’re in Gotham?” 

“Gotham harbour specifically.” Detective Graysons brow furrowed. “Did you hit your head at all?” 

“No–I, um…” What in the hell was going on? “– sorry, I’m Danny.”

The Detective's eyes were wary, but he hid it well with an awkward smile. “Well it’s nice to meet you Danny. Although, not the best circumstances, I’m sure.” 

Danny chuckled breathily, mind spinning. “Tell me about it.” 

“What in the hell happened?” Constable Marshall asked, white as a sheet and looking all the more like he was about to regurgitate his dinner into the harbour. “I’m calling an ambulance.” 

Danny’s heart jumped to his throat. “Oh no really – you don't have to, I’m fine, I’ll just–”

“No time. We’ll take him with us” Grayson interrupted, tying off bandages around Danny’s legs to stem the bleeding. “Marshall, help me get him up” 

Danny let out a very manly whine as both men gripped him under the arms and carefully lifted his battered body to a standing position. His vision spun, and he wobbled dangerously, because obviously standing on two broken legs wasn’t going to provide much stability. The younger of the two cops was quick to duck under his shoulders and lift the weight off, whilst the Constable on the other side took a second longer to follow his example. So much for seniority. 

“Danny, how are you going buddy? You with us?” Grayson asked, the epitome of calm, but Danny really couldn't give him an answer right now. He continued, “We’re going to get you over to the car okay? And then we’ll go straight to the hospital.”

“No hospitals.” Danny moaned amidst spinning vision and pounding head. 

“Yeah, I’m afraid you don’t really have a choice my dude, sorry.” Grayson smirked. “Nice pants by the way. NASA, very spacey"

Danny died a little more.

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Whoop! Bit vague, but all the more fun to come!

[jalwyn21]

I'm a recent-ish follower, so I'm a little curious about your background, were you at one point a swiftie, but got disenchanted with her and that's why you have this deep well of knowledge of and about her, or was she always like a parasocial enemy of yours. I was always a hater, I love when ppl slander her, bc she's generally regarded so highly. I'm sorry her lyrics aren't good or groundbreaking, they are catchy at best and annoying at worst. She's also taking herself way to serious as an artist (name of her new album, cringe interview for the times). Also no matter what (or who; Matt Healy) she is doing, we aren't allowed to criticize her or her actions, when we call her our for her private jet use, we get accused of double standards and how corporations are polluting way more, as if that is in any way or form a justification for her being a fucking pest

Ok, story time then. 🤗 First of all, I'm old af, I'm pushing 30s. (Más sabe el diablo por viejo que por diablo) 😅 So I've heard of ts ages ago but didn't care cause I didn't like her music. Never been a swi*ftie. 🤓

Then the whole Jake Gyllenhaal circus happened to the point that even Jake Gyllenhaal's sister was asked about that stupid scarf. That was the first time I properly noticed ts and I thought: what a despicable and petty girl she is. 🤮 But at least Jake Gyllenhaal had a decade long career so he was fine, and I didn't really think about her much after that.

Fast forward to 2016 when I went to see Ang Lee's new film because it's bloody Ang Lee, you know? And I'm glad I did cause it's one of my favorite films ever. And that is how I "met" Joe and completely fell in love with him. 🥰 And there were photos of him online being silly and goofy and adorable (and drunk 😹). And he was so nervous and sweet in interviews. It was just so easy to love him. 🥰🥰🥰

Can you even imagine how sad and disappointed and sorry I was for him when I found out he was dating ts? Cause I already knew what she will do to him. 😭 Like, I knew she will try to destroy Joe sooner or later and I knew that Joe won't have the decade long career Jake Gyllenhaal has to fall back on, when she tries to ruin his life. Call me Nostradamus. 😭

And for the record, Joe is still one of my favorites ever. He is a brilliant actor and a kind man. So I guess my issues with ts are kinda "personal" and kinda parasocial... 😅 In a way, I've been waiting for this sh*t storm to hit for years...

I should probably pin this for others to read when they check my account..

[thekrows-nest]

Ok. I had been thinking that Krow might be living in an abandoned building on brownfield land. (Brownfield is land that is abandoned or underutilized due to pollution from industrial use.)

Other thoughts were a protected heritage house that’s been left to crumble so the land can legally be reclaimed, or land that’s left unoccupied in legal limbo. Like the government acquired it for a project that was abandoned.

A brownfield area makes sense though. It’s a bit further out in a previously industrial area hence the scooter, it’s not being built on or getting a lot of traffic coming through so there’s nobody coming by to check the situation or snitch.

All of the home renovation could have been to repair a neglected building but it could have also been to convert an ex-industrial building or something not intended for the purpose into a more comfortable dwelling.

And since Krow probably doesn’t have the money to buy a house and probably wouldn’t be allowed to do extensive alterations as a renter, I think he might be squatting. With luck he manages to stay long enough for squatters rights.

I am a bit worried about the food garden and tainted soil but Krow is a smart birdie and will have checked. Possibly even settled somewhere with low levels according to what he found online or for a low fee used an abandoned but legit address to send for actual soil sample results. 

Maybe Krow uses drums of topsoil, or grows sunflowers and discards them just to be sure.

Maybe he still plants sunflowers even now he’s sure the soil is ok so the birds will come eat the seeds.

Stop getting into my head and coming up with better ideas than me. /silly /j

This is basically close to what I had originally conceptualized for Krow's house, so I will go ahead and confirm a few things. Buuuuut I may have to shift things around and borrow from you Krowspiracy because once again. You give me extremely good shit to think on.

I'll hide my stuff under a read more in case folks want to keep the mystery going a bit more. But yeah. SPOILERS about Krow's living situation under the cut!!

What I'll say is that down below is mostly what I FIRST conceptualized for Krow. I do not know how much I'll keep, and how much I'll shift and change. But I still wanna explain some things.

You are totally correct in that he is squatting.

When Krow first came to Columbidae City, he really had no money or documents to his name, so he legally really couldn't rent any sort of house, apartment or the like, let alone ya know... BUY a proper piece of property.

He basically moved from spot to spot in the city for a year or two, learning very quickly the ins and outs of the city, the face it shows and its dark underbelly. And Columbidae City has a very dark underbelly.

I gotta do some explanation before I totally get into the deets of Krow's living situation for it to make total sense. It's been hinted at in previous posts, but Columbidae City does have something of a crime problem, specifically related to gangs and mobs. It has gotten better, but in it's past it was much, MUCH worse.

From the 50s to about the 70s, the city was ruled in all but name by certain criminal groups, each having their own turf and stuff. This included various houses and buildings that they all owned and used as fronts. One such group had houses in a nicer neighborhood and ran bed and breakfast fronts.

When the city officials finally got their shit together, and after years, even decades of planning and gathering intel, had a major crack down and seized control of the city back from these criminal groups. That included busting down these various fronts.

The neighborhood that this one mob had and ran their bed and breakfast fronts has been basically abandoned since, the city leaving the once large and opulent houses to squander and rot, and no investment group truly has the balls to go in and do anything with the place. Very, very terrible things happened in secret in those houses.

Krow... Krow is basically squatting in what was once one of these houses.

It was once a very nice place, and one can see the remnants of its past glory still in the Italian inspired architecture, the left over furniture and stuff.

Krow, being a clever birdie, also discovered the house's secrets. Specifically, secret rooms. These are where Krow truly lives. One of these rooms is also where he would keep Dove if he were to decide to kidnap them (and partially why Dove would have a VERY difficult time to get out, if you don't know the means of getting in or out of these rooms, you're... not going to). He keeps the rest of the house looking mostly abandoned, but has made necessary repairs and modifications so that he can still effectively live in it (and it won't collapse on him).

He would keep rain water barrels and the like and grow foods and stuff in planters and such, likely in the back out of immediate sight from the front of the house or from the road.

This neighborhood is also basically a bit of a ways from the city proper, and the buses do not go here (for it was once a ritzy fancy neighborhood, and we know how the rich feel about public transport like buses), but even once the neighborhood became abandoned and got the stigma it did, REALLY no public transport goes there. The place is essentially a modern ghost story town, err, neighborhood.

I very much like the idea of perhaps other companies using it as a dumping ground for waste, which could make it even MORE undesirable to try to work with what is there and do anything, and even for the homeless to squat.

The idea of Krow having planted sunflowers to help with the soil is so good too.

Going with the idea that he is generally 25, I would say he has been living in that house for 5-6 years, so he is actually getting close to being able to claim the house and property as his own legally (I believe I read in places in the US it is about 7 years?)

But yeah. This is why he never tells Dove where he lives, why he's hesitant to, and also a bit why they could be kind of screwed if they do wind up kidnapped.

[asphodel124]

So, I am in no way a writer, or particularly good at expressing myself. But I was rewatching a GO reaction video on YouTube (like you do), and the creator said something that gave me an epiphany moment. I'm vacillating between thinking this realization is super obvious, and thinking it's genius, so I figured I'd try to verbalize it to really figure it out.

So this creator (doctorcanonVO on YouTube - check her out, she's very insightful) was watching Season 1 and made a comment about how Adam seemed very lonely and ignored, and he wants to be in Tadfield and stay in this place that he made for himself. And that phrasing sounded very familiar.

"... The precious, peaceful, fragile existence I have carved out for myself here."

And this was my epiphany: Crowley is the new Adam.

What did Adam do to make Tadfield his own? He manipulated the weather to suit his purposes; Crowley made it rain to manipulate Maggie and Nina into close quarters. In the book, Tadfield is described as having been in the direct path of a motorway, but miraculously it curved right around the town, leaving it intact. Aziraphale's bookshop is in the middle of Soho, but the ever-present cars are barely even acknowledged as pedestrians walk directly into the road without even looking both ways. The inhabitants of the area have no need to worry about traffic because of Crowley's influence.

Perhaps most interestingly, Adam had a gang. Throughout Season 2, Crowley eventually acquired "followers" as well. Adam and his gang were the Anti-Horsemen of the apocalypse, and Crowley and his gang seem to be, as well.

First chronologically in season 2, we get Jimbriel. As the former Supreme Archangel, he used to control the Book of Life, and thus had power over Death (or could at least utilize Death for his own wishes because as stated in season 1, Death is the shadow of creation, so to destroy Death would destroy all). In season 1, we met Death last, and just prior to Death, we met Pollution. After meeting Jimbriel, Crowley soon meets Muriel. Muriel is dressed in pristine white; they notice a tiny material object in Heaven and immediately retrieve it and report it to the appropriate authorities. After discovering that Muriel is there to verify the miracle Aziraphale claimed to perform to make Maggie and Nina fall in love, Crowley inserts himself in their lives. Maggie has no money to pay rent, always has an empty shop, and hasn't been getting online orders. She is Famine. I'll come back to that. Nina is characterized by her constant fights and arguments with Lindsay. She is War. I'll come back to that, too.

We were talking about Crowley's followers being Anti-Horsemen, right? So why are Maggie and Nina War and Famine? Because season 2, while having 4 anti-Horsemen, has 4 Horsemen as well. So who are the remaining anti-Horsemen? Anti-Famine, clearly, would be Mrs. Sandwich. She treats her "seamstresses" to coffee every day. She must have a booming business, as she references regulars and the after-work rush. Plus, her name is Mrs. Sandwich. Anti-War, interestingly, is Beelzebub. They made an agreement with Gabriel to not restart the apocalypse, and agreed to make sure there wouldn't be another one. As they interacted more with Gabriel, their feelings of love grew to counteract the fact that they were hereditary enemies, and decided that Gabriel was worth more than choosing sides. Crowley interacts with all of the Anti-Horsemen in the bookshop (though not exclusively).

So we know who two of the Horsemen are. Who are the other two? Shax is pollution, but her form of pollution is more directed at Crowley and Aziraphale than the environment. She's always bringing Crowley his mail, which he then throws away. She brings demons to Aziraphale's bookshop, and the defense against them causes utter mayhem and disarray.

Finally, we have Season 2's version of Death: the Metatron. He swans in and completely destroys Crowley's precious, peaceful, fragile existence. He claims that Michael doesn't have the power to write anyone out of the Book of Life like she claims; but he does. Plus there's the play on Nina's shop's name - the Metatron gives Aziraphale a coffee, and also gives Death to Crowley's carefully constructed paradise.

This is still a new theory, and again, I'm just trying to put it in words to help it make more sense. What do you think?

TL;DR: Crowley is Season 2's version of Adam, and there are other parallels.

[freedom-in-the-dark]

ok. exposing myself as someone who unfortunately cares about an unimportant tumblr fandom poll right now.

hello beloved black sails fandom and especially those who participated in The Pirate Poll War.

I’m SO sorry to pollute this sacred space with mention of this, but…

have you been Online enough in the past decade to be aware of fandom history as a general concept?

are you aware of the infamous marvel ship steve/bucky?

would you agree that steve/bucky has been more impactful in fandom history than The Other Gay Pirate Show which came out [checks notes] last year?

if so:

would you be willing to click a button.

[lunar-years]

you have really fantastic thoughts and are very insightful and well spoken! I agree with you about a lot of what you said- corporations being the number one polluter but blaming individual people as a distraction, the type of discourse you’re willing to engage with, etc.

I will say my biggest issue with TS right now is still her lack of stance on palestine. I totally get that it’s kind of odd to look to celebrities for guidance on geopolitical issues… but then I think about her impact. she is the number one artist in the world. just her instagram post telling people to register to vote was a huge deal! her voice could be soooo impactful to the people suffering from literal genocide and yet… radio silence. I guess that just really rubs me the wrong way. when does PR strategy become less important than speaking out against genocide? I just wonder what impact on the public opinion of the war she could have if she just spoke out, or even showed solidarity with the ceasefire now movement in some way!

I will also say I do agree with a lot of the criticism surrounding her behavior at the grammy’s. I love TS but like… time and place beloved. I 100% understand why people are frustrated by that as well. and I do agree that she has weaponized misogyny as a defense against critiques. it’s not misogynistic to be critical of the things I mentioned. especially when she has so much actual misogyny coming at her lol.

anyways, thank you for receiving my rant. it’s always so nice to hear your thoughts, you’re truly very smart and well informed!!!

of course, thanks for sending me your thoughts! ❤️ I think it can be understandably be very frustrating to know someone has a massive platform they aren't using to speak out on important issues. It's disappointing to know that were she to say something, it could make a big difference, yet she's choosing not to. I get that, and if that's where your line in the sand is for why you can't support her/enjoy her music/whatever, I absolutely get that too and I completely respect that standpoint.

My thoughts basically boil down to...

1) Taylor's big platform comes from being an artist/singer/songwriter/performer, not from speaking out on world affairs or political & humanitarian issues. She's an entertainer. It can really suck to come to terms with this, but in my opinion (and again, I totally understand if someone disagrees with me here), she isn't obligated to be that person. it isn't her job, and she's never claimed it to be. We can not like it (I personally would love it if she were more outspoken), but I do not demand that she speaks out, because I have decided it is something I willing to accept about who she is so as to still remain a fan of hers. A person shouldn't have to be everything to everyone just because they are famous.

2) Again people are going to disagree with me here, but I cannot express to you how much rather I would her not speak on something she isn't adequately informed on over her saying the wrong things very loudly. I have no idea how well informed Taylor is about what's going on in the world, because she is not exactly forthcoming, lol, so I don't want to say i don't trust her to say the right things, but...well. The last thing we need is misinformation being spread around by more celebrities who didn't check their facts or source their knowledge, at which point the discussion online shifts into bandwagon hating of celebrities and away from the actual issues themselves.

3) This could very well come from me running in Taylor fan circles online and therefore seeing more Taylor content that anyone elses, but from my perspective this kind of criticism is disproportionately lobbed at Taylor Swift over others high-level celebs. Many celebs haven't spoken out, many celebs fly their private jets excessively (and are in fact bigger carbon-emitters than taylor) yet don't receive the same energy in terms of widespread online disapproval. In some cases, it absolutely feels like an instance of "I already hate her and this gives me a reason to feel justified in that hatred and get more people on my side!" Again, there are people online more focused on calling out and canceling celebrities than helping the causes they claim to care about so passionately. Our effort should be on elevating the platforms of people who know what they're talking about, on the voices of the Palestinian people and the reporters and activists striving to be heard, rather then demanding people with existing platforms (from being musicians, no less, lol) speak out about things they don't the first thing about it.

The criticism of Taylor I most agree with is the stuff that involves her being a hypocrite. Like, there's no doubt that she calls on feminism when it benefits and conveniences her and largely drops it the rest of the time, which definitely does rub me the wrong way. For instance, the press article after the ratty breakup that was all, "No one would be treating me like this if I were a MAN" was deeply misguided and wack, lol, based on the (incorrect) assumption that people hated that she'd had a rebound boyfriend as opposed to the reality, which was that people hated the fact that she'd associate so closely with an undeniably abhorrent person. Like Taylor, in this case this is not about you being a woman, and you are absolutely deflecting from valid critique aimed your way. For instance, how you can claim to care about and protect your POC and black fans and then date someone who's a blatant racist? Similarly, her claiming to want to be more outspoken in Miss Americana and then never following through from that point on, it's very disappointing! She shouldn't say she wants to be more involved and then never get more involved. She shouldn't use politics for clout then drop it when she feels she no longer needs it.

Curious about what rubbed you the wrong way about the Grammys? Was it the album announcement or her alleged Celine Dion snub? My thoughts on the Celine thing are: She clearly hadn't expected to win, she was overwhelmed and excited and didn't even have a prepared speech, and whilst it was definitely a misstep in the moment, it was a human one, and it's very clear they talked backstage, Celine posted the picture of them, and there seems to be absolutely no hard feelings between the women actually involved, so to me it's a complete non-issue. My thoughts on the Grammys album announcement: It was for the fans, not the people in the room. It was also her time on a stage to say what she pleased! She was being recognized! So I don't think it detracted from anyone else's moment in the spotlight. Fans online got excited, but it's not like people stopped caring about anyone else at the Grammys or the other major performances/moments, lol. Also, it's not so different from Beyonce announcing her album during the Super Bowl. A bit wrong time wrong place? maybe, but it's all meant in good fun. It is music, the grammys are a celebration of music, we are here to have fun! A very low-stakes issue for me.

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[KOR/ENG LYRICS] STOP (세상에 나쁜 사람은 없다 / There are no bad people in the world) by J-Hope

Korean

Right, 힘든 게 있어 내 친구에 대해 가치관, 성격 대립, 매일 우정 자연재해 좋게 좋게 말해도 의문이 드는 reaction 베푸는 건 내(ㅔ) 쪽, 애써 감추려 red sun

Please stop stop stop Stop stop stop stop Don’t fight fight fight Fight fight fight fight

밉고 야속하지만 한 번 더 생각을 해 어떻게 다 비슷하고 어떻게 다 똑같아? 본질은 바뀔 순 없어 인지해가 be myself 단 한 톨의 믿음이 날 지배해 ‘There are no bad people in the world’

그래 나도 뉴스는 봐 But what’s that? Deadly criminal, 정말 사람이 저래? 짐승보다 못한 인간들의 행위 참 더럽더라고 심하게 말해 사람 새끼인가 싶더라고, 나도

Wait, stop stop stop Stop stop stop stop Calm down down down Down down down down

그래 이건 원초적으로 돌아가 다시 그들을 봐 살아온 환경, 교육, 시스템 나와 다른 부분은 무엇인가? 의지해 보는 거야, 하나만 인간 본연의 모습, 그 하나만 Please be right

요즘은 smart 한 세상 But not smart 한 게 태반 분노의 비대면 회담 희생은 시간문제야 불안전한 area So, too many viruses 무의식적인 오염, 나도 피할 순 없는 거야 이젠

Stop stop stop Stop stop stop stop Change our minds minds minds Minds minds minds minds

인과법칙에 의하여 세상에 나온 우리 그렇다 한들 일체유심조 우리가 만드는 거지 작은 시작이 큰 발걸음이기에 세상은 변해 나쁜 사람은 없기에

That’s right?

English

Right, my friend has this thing that’s hard to deal with Values, personalities in opposition, our friendship is a natural disaster everyday Even when the words are nice, the reaction is questionable I’m (you’re) the one doing a favour, working hard to hide it, red sun

Please stop stop stop Stop stop stop stop Don't fight fight fight Fight fight fight fight

You hate them and they’re cruel, but think about it once more How can everyone be similar, how can everyone be the same? I can’t change the essence of who I am, I recognise that and be myself A single grain of belief rules over me ‘There are no bad people in the world’

Yeah, I watch the news too But what’s that? Deadly criminal, are people really like that? The actions of people worse than wild animals Truly horrible In stronger words, I wonder if they’re even damn human, too

Wait, stop stop stop Stop stop stop stop Calm down down down Down down down down

Right, get back to the basics Take another look at them The environment, education, system they’ve lived through What makes them different from me? You’re counting on just one thing Human nature, just that one thing Please be right

It’s a smart* world these days But not smart for the most part An online conference of rage Sacrifice is a matter of time An unsafe area So, too many viruses Unconscious pollution, I can’t avoid it either Now

Stop stop stop Stop stop stop stop Change our minds minds minds Minds minds minds minds

By the laws of cause and effect, we came into this world Even if that’s true, it all depends on the mind We’re the ones who decide Because a small start is a big step Because the world changes and there are no bad people

That’s right?

Translators’ Notes: * ‘Smart’ here as in ‘smart phone’, ‘smart TV’, etc.

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Partners? Partners.

A sequel to Partners, Perhaps. Read HERE.

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“...and so please consider not the removal of the domes, but rather the addition of more across Kalelava and other, more arid planets in our system.” Dr. Reyna paused, waiting for the polite applause to die down. She scanned the room, catching the gaze of Satine in the front row briefly. “The studies have been there - and have only been reinforced these domes improve air quality within them, and thus allow for better usage of machinery, not to mention the affects of pollution and consistent exposure to sand particles among our youth is drastically lowered and causes fewer health issues. Thank you.”

Satine stood and clapped alongside everyone in Congress, well aware of the cameras floating around broadcasting this session to the system. The urge to smooth a hand over her body was there, but she settled instead meeting Dr. Reyna at the steps of the podium. ‘Good job,’ she mouthed to the system medical advisor. She clasped hands with the woman briefly before heading up the podium. 

The polite applause died down gradually, and Satine smiled a little as it did. “Thank you, Dr. Reyna. Your proposal was fascinating and enlightening. The transcript and studies will be - “ she cut herself off at murmuring in the crowd, scanning it and unable to find anything. One of her guards tapped her shoulder, and she leaned over. 

“General Kenobi tried to come in discreetly.”

“Ah - excuse me!” Satine felt a little glee as the room’s attention went back to her almost immediately. “Like I was saying, the transcript of this talk will be available by the end of the week in both print and online forms. Related studies have already been posted.”

She cleared her throat, ignoring a few of the more gossipy reporters trying to shout for questions. “I know this proposal is controversial - I personally will not give my own opinion on the matter. Any opposing arguements that have not already been released can be said at next week’s session. Remember, midterms are only a two months away. It will be voted on then.”

The clamoring and scrape of chairs started.

“I have one more thing to say.” Satine stared at the podium for a moment before gripping the sides of it. “I will be taking a sabbatical at the end of the year. For about six months. I’ll… release more details and exact dates as it gets closer. Thank you.”

Satine ignored the clamor of voices and questions, stepping back from the podium. She began to undo her mic, then nodded in thanks as a crew member from one of the stations came forward and helped her. “Thank you.”

“You’re taking a sabbatical?” Prime Minister Alrich Wren asked, looking intrigued as he was unclipped from the mics. “May I ask why.”

She smirked, well aware that not every news station had shut down their cameras. Making sure they both could not be heard, she muttered: “I’m pregnant.”

Alrich widened his eyes, though he quickly recovered and smiled politely to his old friend. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. “General Kenobi - Su cuy'gar! ”

“Prime Minister - good to see you. Wonderful speech, Satine. My apologies for missing the session - the hyper space lanes were clogged.” Obi-Wan smiled as the Prime Minister waved goodbye, walking away to speak to his staff and a reporter. He waited as Satine checked in on her team one more time, then felt her hand slip into the crook of his elbow. One of the guards gestured, and they followed to one of the side doors, ignoring the flashes and questions of some. “You’re not going to speak to them?”

“I did before the session,” Satine muttered grouchily, though she managed to keep her face neutral. “Everyone wants a piece of me - sirs,” she said to the guards behind the, turning her head. “I’m fine from here. General Kenobi is more than enough for protection.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, rolling his shoulders as they walked through the hallway away from the Senate chamber. He rubbed her hand, feeling her relax as they went into a lift and hit the floor that would take them near her apartment. The actual floor didn’t have a lift, for security reasons. 

"How are you feeling?" Obi-Wan asked quietly as the lift pinged and she took her heels off, taking them out of her hand as she straightened. 

Satine made a face, hitching up her skirts in one hand while looping her other hand through his arm as they began to walk again. "Every time I go up or down stairs I fart."

He tried to keep his face neutral, but a chuckle escaped him nonetheless. An elbow was shoved into his ribcage, though she was laughing. "If that's your worst symptom I say that's a success."

"Most obnoxious symptom, not worst. Morning sickness is more of all day sickness. I've been living on ginger pop and toast."

Obi-Wan shook his head in amusement as they rounded a corner and made their way up a flight of stairs. He kept quiet, feeling her lean into him as they walked. 

Satine gave a small shrug at his inquisitive look. "I've really missed you. It's been…hard."

They finished the rest of the walk in silence. The palace was slow but steady this time of night, with the setting sun filtering through the windows and reflecting on all the plants and stained glass. 

He shouldn't have been surprised to see Satine's handmaiden outside her quarters. "Gwen," he greeted with a nod of his head. "Good to see you."

"General - you as well." Being a distant cousin of Satine's - but still a Kryze - Gwen was similarly built, but with tanner skin and a honeyed tint to her hair. Less vocal with her opinions, but still assertive enough to be her lady's advocate. "Satine - do you need anything? I collected what flismi and notes from the meeting you missed this morning, and rearranged a few gatherings for the next week so your days are longer but start later and have more time between appointments."

Satine dropped her skirts, giving a sigh of relief as she punched in the code to her apartments and the door slid open. "You're the best. Any word from the Fett clan?"

"Nope." Gwen followed Satine inside and down the stairs. She had completely disregarded Obi-Wan, per usual, too focused on giving updates. "Rumor has it they want to fight the Senate on the Clone Naturalization Bill."

"I heard that rumor as well," Obi-Wan murmured as Satine punched in the last code and they went into her apartments - finally. He always thought the amount of security she had was a tad excessive, but given how many assassination attempts there had been in her first years of rule he understood the need. 

"Figures. By popular vote here I offer clones citizenship because they're of Fett blood, but of course the Fett clan denied it because they think that means I'm gonna force clan rites for… how many millions clones? And now that the Republic finally has the support and the vote will be decided in the next general election they're putting up a fight?" Satine gave an aggravated huff, undoing her pins and headdress as she stalked to her bedroom. "Please tell me that's everything?"

"Everything pressing." Gwen went to the kitchenette, opening the fridge. "I'll send the rest over doc, it can wait until tomorrow morning."

Satine turned at the doorway, undoing her earrings. "I'll look at it tonight - "

"Bullshit - excuse my Huttese." Gwen gestured to Obi-Wan still standing by the entrance, smirking as she pulled out a fruit bowl and set it on the island. Plucking a grape from its stem, she pointed at Satine. "Do you want me to send up dinner, or have you two fend for yourselves to save a poor servant girl her eyes?"

"... we'll fend for ourselves, if you think there's enough edible food." 

"And I get tomorrow morning off," Gwen yelled after her cousin, laughing at the disgruntled nod. Shaking her head, she popped another grape in her mouth. "You doing okay, sir?"

Obi-Wan blinked, hearing the shower start in the bedroom 'fresher. Pressing his lips together, he eventually looked at the handmaiden. "It didn't start to sink in why I'm here until now… and I still haven't wrapped my head around it."

Gwen smiled, pulling a grape but not eating it immediately. "She's been okay… the nausea has been hard to hide. The fatigue too. People are starting to suspect something. But," she wiped her hands on a dish towel pulled from a drawer. "I'm gonna get your dinner on a hot plate and skedaddle. Don't want to see anything I shouldn't."

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to argue, then shook his head fondly and went into the bedchamber. The footman had already brought his luggage, and he dropped her heels - still in his hand - beside the pile of clothes next to her vanity. Her bedchamber always smelled like lilies and fabric softener. Methodically he pulled the luggage to the usual side he slept on, starting to unzip it when he heard the shower turn off. He pulled a few shirts out, frowning at the wrinkles before setting them on the bed.

"Can the clones still apply for Mandalorian citizenship?" Obi-Wan asked when the door whooshed open and he heard footsteps. 

"We're still on that? Uh - yes, they can, but Mon and I agreed they are Republic citizens first, so dual citizenship will only be open after the bill passes and - why are you staring at me?"

Obi-Wan swallowed, his ears pinking as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Can I… can I look - can I touch you?"

Satine frowned, studying him for a second. He looked… scared maybe. Timid, though joy was there too. So much joy and -

Oh. Face flushing, she crossed the distance between them. Her heart was racing, she was sure he could hear it. 

Obi-Wan kissed her gently, fingers untying the belt of her bathrobe. He drew away slightly, still not touching her even as the robe fell open. 

"...here," she whispered, taking his hand and putting it against the swell of her stomach. If she wore the wrong clothing now people could easily suspect a pregnancy now, but loose tunics and gowns had worked wonders for now. But… 

A small laugh escaped from Obi-Wan as he spread his fingers along the side and underside of her belly, feeling the changes. The other hand joined, rough palms moving across her stomach and butt and sides, trailing upwards. He pushed the bathrobe off her shoulders, hands ghosting over her forearms briefly.

"Your breasts got bigger," he muttered, playing with a nipple for a second before freezing. "Does that hurt?

"Sensitive, yes. Hurts… no."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Obi-Wan took a step back and sunk into the mattress. His fingers grasped her hips before she could straddle him and -

"Obi…" 

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss above her womb. "I love you."

Wiping tears from her face, Satine cupped his cheek. He kissed the palm of her hand. "Me or the babe?"

"Both," Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around her waist, head leaning against her belly and breathing shakily. "Thank you, my dear." 

Satine opened her mouth to make some smart ass remark, then closed it. Now was not the time. With a smile she nodded, fingers combing through his hair. “ Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la.”

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Mandalorian Translations:

Su cuy'gar! - "Hello!"; literally: "So you're still alive."

Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la. - "Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you'll be."

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[unofficial-sean]

Within my slump of a 4-day weekend, I've been lost in thought and spiraling deeper and deeper into a malaise, trying to answer a million questions and one.

How do I respond to the world adequately? On what level am I responsible for my fate and the fate of others?

This is going to sound like the ramblings of a narcissist, because it is.

I spend more time listening to people talk about issues than I myself speak on those issues. I absorb as this information about how I should see the world and it becomes the cast in which I am poured into. But I don't do anything with it. I get a hardened outer shell that seems to insulate me from those in my vicinity.

After George Floyd's murder, I listened to people of color and leftists talk about their struggles with police and the criminal justice system, and I nodded and agreed. And I did nothing. I didn't go to a protest. I didn't risk anything except for the paint on my helmets and car. I figured that if my voice was too meek to help, then I could at least be visible. And visibility still felt like near-death. I remember writing "I can't breathe" on the back of my motorcycle helmet when I heard what happened. And as I was crouching down to browse wine, some old guy asked what I'd written. I let him look closer. He laughed at me and walked away. It is nothing, and yet it felt like everything.

I'm scared of SUVs and trucks because usually bigots drive them. I'm scared of the American flag because bigots flaunt them. I'm scared of a lot of things because I think the people who hate me subscribe to them. But I'm too afraid to actually ask if that's the case. I walk through the world feeling so small and isolated, and to make up for it, I watch people I agree with online say the words that tell me I'm right for being a bright speck in a sea of what I think is darkness. Am I?

Police violence has taken a backseat to transphobia all year. And yeah, I'm absorbing that too. I'm spending more time hearing about transphobia and people dismantling it than I am interacting with trans people or participating in the cause, outside of checking the right boxes on my mail-in ballot. A private show of support. And it feels like nothing. I feel guilty. But I also feel scared. I'm not trans, I think I'm non-binary, but I don't know. All I know is that I like to wear eyeliner and skirts and leggings sometimes, and that when I wear it, I'm too scared to actually enjoy it. I ruin my top with fearful pit sweat, no matter how thorough I am with the deodorant. I'm afraid because I may as well be trans to the people who would hurt me.

But this is so selfish and stupid, isn't it? I've risked nothing. I'm not the person throwing bricks at cop cars at Stonewall, I'm just the person who dressed queerly to school and the grocery store. All I did was be visible. And you know what? I know that matters. I've had people come up to me and compliment me, which no one does when I dress masculine. It can't be because I look all that impressive, it must be because I made someone feel hope. It has to be, because it feels so terrifying to do.

Even when I want to talk about environmentalism, I feel apprehensive. I feel suppressed, but why what? I never confront anyone, I never bark, only whimper. My world never really seems to change. Now, when looking at flights, they show the CO2 emissions of the flight. Lovely. And Amazon gets to keep doing what Amazon does, and transit's still limited, and the polluters keep polluting, but at least we all agree it's happening.

I question if my HVAC quest is misguided, too. It's a bandaid. It's a short-term solution to a megalithic disaster, and one that costs ten's of thousands per home. And it's about installing products. Products made by the system. Is this cause righteous? Have I just made an error?

Oh look, I can immigrate to Ireland if my net worth is over $2M and I invest $1M in the country. Easy. Yeah, that's money I will have. Eventually. Maybe. The flight will release 500kg of CO2 into the atmosphere. Ireland supports Palestine, unlike the U.S. I bet they're more like me than anyone here. Or is that a delusion? I haven't said anything about Palestine here. No, I stayed quiet like a good little boy not wanting to rock the boat. Trying to avoid it because I can't handle any more tragedy, boo hoo, while thousands perish on the other side of the planet, and it's all funded by people my neighbors voted for. FUCK.

I don't want to be ignorant, but the knowledge has been crushing me for so long, and I want to unplug and go far away. I'm glued in place. I say I don't care for politics, but I so am. I am addicted to the conflict and I want to see it all and I wanna feel like I'm on the right side of history while I'm stuck inside my room where I've always been when all of this has been happening.

I don't want to talk about politics and current events, but I haven't' spent as much time with anything else, so I have nothing to say. Nothing that isn't technical. Nothing that would draw people to me. I can't make friends talking about basking shark migration patterns, or crow behavior, or potential relays, or electrical diagnostics.

Textbooks make for dry reading, but I think I will find more peace reading from them than from hearing about conflict any longer. I'm tempted to leave social media behind. I am no longer sane enough to discern propaganda from reality. I have been harming myself for too long.

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Commonly, when we choose ordinary shopping, we will quite often spend significantly more than arranged and wind up purchasing things that aren't the very thing we need (however we can't find anything better in the store). online, you don't need to allow the store's stock to direct what you purchase, and you can get precisely the exact thing you need and need.

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What Makes You Pick a Company for Junk Removal in Austin?

Pulling away all the junk all alone and free your space from undesirable stuff is essentially unimaginable. Picking the right junk removal company is considerably more confusing as there are such countless professionals out there. What fundamental qualities does a junk removal company need to pick its services? Continue to peruse to know more

Maybe there is nobody on earth who doesn't have junk or clutter in their homes and yards. It develops gradually and discreetly, occupying your spaces and backyards. Though a great many people love to dispose of all that undesirable stuff and declutter their space, it isn't that easy 100% of the time. It isn't feasible to dump your junk on the curbside or take it to the landfill all alone. This is precisely why it is critical to pick the services of junk removal in Austin, if you stay in the locality. Aside from simplifying the most common way of taking out undesirable junk from your space, these professionals know precisely how to dispose of it in an eco-accommodating way. Before you decide to hire the services of a junk removal company, guarantee that it has these three fundamental qualities.

Satisfactory work and equipmentBefore you decide to hire a company that arrangements with junk removal services, make sure that it has adequate and gifted work who can haul away heavy junk from your yard without any issues. It is likewise vital to guarantee that they have all the essential gear and enormous trucks to tow away the entirety of your undesirable junk from the premises. They must have the right sort of hardware and enough trucks to finish the responsibility rapidly and effectively without abandoning a tremendous wreck. You likewise need to determine that these professionals tidy and up the space and yard in the wake of removing heaps of garbage.

Fast and timely servicesOne of the principal reasons to hire the services of a specialist junk removal company is that it saves time and exertion. A reputed company guarantees speedy and timely services with the goal that there is hardly any need to wait for a really long time for these professionals to haul away your junk. In this way, it is vital to check with previous customers or online surveys about the reliability and expeditiousness of their services before you decide to team up with any company that removes junk from your premises. In the event that, they can't take care of your requirements inside the stipulated period, it must be educated immediately.Eco-accommodating services Picking an eco-accommodating junk removal company is helpful in numerous ways as you are unintentionally contributing to the environment. Dumping all your junk into the landfill will ultimately pollute the environment.

Consequently, it is fundamental to pick a company that isolates your junk into items that can be recycled and given. Along these lines, you can decrease how much junk that will wind up in landfills. In this way, make sure to check their environmental strategies before you decide to hire a junk removal company to haul away your garbage.