#savethepostoffice

[pdamerica]

Email Your Senators Now To Save The US Postal Service

[mouseshouses]

Save the Post Office!

[monkeyminionpress]

Hey Everybody! Here’s a couple of ideas I’ve had swirling around in my head for a few days. (I have no idea why…)

We’re offering these up as posters AND postcards, in case you’d like to send some to your favorite (or least-favorite) congress critters.

If you buy a poster, we’ll even mail a postcard to your congress critter on your behalf! Just leave a note in your order telling us to whom to send it, and we’ll mail it off to let them know, politely, that you’re in favor of saving the USPS. (Want to be less polite? Tell us what to say in the comments.)

https://www.monkeyminionpress.com/search?q=usps

[sierrabwr]

Some spooky mail I sent a few days ago. Happy Halloween everyone! 🍬🎃💀👻

[vignellicenter]

In 1976, Massimo Vignelli tried his hand at some 7.7 cent bulk rate stamp designs for the United States Postal Service. Sadly, these designs were never chosen to be made into a stamp. We’re not sure if any of these designs were even submitted? Enjoy these stamps that could have been but never were. 

Included in this folder in the archives were some embossed envelop examples sent by designer Bradbury Thompson with explicit instructions to return them. Oops! 

Sketches for us postal Stamp, 1976 Box 546, Massimo and Lella Vignelli papers Vignelli Center for Design Studies Rochester, New York

[kmkk]

I forgot to post these! But outgoing mail! 💕

Looking for penpals!! Message me (:

[goodblacknews]

(via #SaveUSPS: How You Can Support the United States Post Office and Its Workforce)

[seeminglydark]

Seemingly Dark’s monster rearing, apocalypse facing mailman protagonist is feeling less like a fictional character in a webcomic by the day. the US Post Office is under attack, and it will really impact small business owners like myself if we lose this essential service. You can help save Micks job (and the actual 600,000+ people they actually employ) if you’re in the United States by texting resistbot to contact your state rep and congress person. You can also help as easily as buying a book of stamps.

[relydetroit-art]

GR🛒Y Figure Study [10x15in Acrylic on Cardboard] . . . . . #USPS #savethepostoffice #RELYDETROIT #painting https://www.instagram.com/p/CFQgjxpj9YS/?igshid=1nv76e3ptp6d9

[marveldeliversusps]

Postal Worker Bucky

Here’s an example of a ficlet for the Marvel Delivers USPS event. 

Prompt: Clint's dog Lucky gets all of postal worker Bucky's attention, and Clint gets none. Something has to change.

“Who’s a good boy? Are you a good boy?”

The door to Clint’s house is closed, but he can hear the thump of Lucky’s delighted tail wagging and his happy little woof when Bucky scratches him just right.

Lucky, a one-eyed, three legged mutt and ball of sunshine, had been inside with Clint most of the day, but he nosed at the door at three thirty, like he somehow could tell time and knew when the mail was coming. Maybe he could. Clint had let him out in the front yard, so Lucky could wait for his second favorite person: Bucky, their postal worker.

Clint doesn’t open the door right away, doing so seems to spook Bucky and that seriously cuts into Clint’s pining and spying time. Bucky is the hottest postal worker Clint has ever seen. His shirt stretches against his broad chest, that top button doing its damnedest to stay in place and not fly off into oblivion.

Not that Clint would mind. Nope. He’d probably cheer. He’s been watching Bucky for five months, ever since Bucky took over for Edward, who was nice but never made time to talk. Bucky’s not like that. He chats with everyone and calls all Clint’s neighbors by their names. As many of them are older adults, sometimes Bucky is the only person they talk to on a given day. Clint tries to be social and keep them company, but he’s often busy with the Avengers.

The little old ladies on the street swoon when Bucky smiles at them, even when he wears that dorky hat. Somehow he makes it work. And Clint’s a bit worried Mrs. Francois will have a heart attack the next time Bucky winks at her.

Clint probably would, too, that is, if Bucky ever gave him any attention. Whenever Clint’s around, Bucky somehow seems to be super busy and in a rush to deliver the rest of his mail.

Bucky slides the mail into the slot on Clint’s front door. It’s mostly archery magazines. Clint knows more than all the writers, and his gear is fancier than anything featured on the glossy pages, but it’s still fun to look at bows and arrows.

Clint can’t wait anymore, he opens the door trying for a ‘I haven’t been sitting inside the apartment thinking about you’ casual pose.

“Hiya, Bucky,” he says, his voice squeaking a little. Because apparently he is no longer a full grown man; he’s a wobbly voiced teenager. He can’t blame himself. Bucky is sex on legs, and Clint has seriously considered setting a fire just to get him to take his shirt off.

Bucky turns around and saying warmly, “Hi, Mr. Barton.”

“It’s Clint,” he says. He’s told Bucky this every time they’ve talked. “You know don’t have to be fancy with me.”

Bucky smiles, cheeks pinking up. It makes Clint think there’s something there between the two of them.

“I should...” Bucky points his thumb behind him. “Go. Deliver things. Mail, you know?”

Lucky is still clinging to Bucky’s side, likely ready to hop in the mail truck and tour the neighborhood. And something about the gentle way Bucky’s fingers massage the downy fur behind Lucky’s ears, opens Clint’s heart right up and makes him feel brave.

“You should stop by later.”

“Oh, did you need something sent out?” Bucky says. He glances at his watch and pulls out a notepad from his bag. “I can, I mean, I’m not supposed to, but I can stop by later to pick it up.”

Mrs. Gonzalez and Mrs. Ross have both come out onto their porch to gawk at Bucky and Clint talking. They are widows turned lovers who love to gossip and haven’t been subtle in their attempts to get Clint and Bucky together. Bucky hasn’t said anything before, so maybe Clint’s been reading this all wrong.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” Clint says, feeling unsure. Is it creepy to ask out your postal worker? Shit. “I was more trying to ask you out.”

Mrs. Ross must have turned her hearing aids up all the way so she could listen in, because she whispers something to Mrs. Gonzalez, and they laugh.

“I should tell you,” Bucky says, glancing at Clint’s neighbors and smiling weakly. “You seem nice, and I like your dog, but--”

Oh no. No no no no. Clint had read this all wrong. This was like hitting on baristas or nurses or anybody else who has to be nice at work, and now he’s the jerk that made the mailman hate his job. Clint could move? But then who would eat the leftover empanadas Mrs. Gonzalez makes? Who would mow Mrs. Francois’ lawn when the city complains her grass is too tall?

“Whoa there, buddy,” Bucky says, suddenly very close. “You look like you’re going to pass out.”

Clint plonks down on his steps and gives Bucky a weak thumbs up. Lucky finally remembers where his loyalties are and nuzzles his head in Clint’s lap. “I’m fine, just a long day yesterday.” It’s not a complete lie, he did end up on the losing end of a knife fight during a mission the day before, and Nat had saved him at the last minute. But Clint doesn’t want to tell Bucky that or that his anxiety sometimes gets the better of him.

Bucky sits quietly beside him, no doubt falling behind in his schedule. “I’m sorry, Clint. I would like to go out with you, but I’m vegan. And it’s not like I hate hunters, I get that it can be a sustainable way to get meat, but I don’t think I could be romantically involved with someone who kills animals.”

“Huh?” Clint eats meat, but he doesn’t hunt. Well, he hunts bad guys. Best not to say that part, he tells himself, because then he’ll sound super creepy.

“Your magazines…”

Clint laughs. The archery magazines do feature a lot of hunting content, something Clint had largely ignored. “No, I don’t hunt. Just into shiny bows and stuff. I’m an archer.”

“Oh,” Bucky says, ducking his head. “Guess I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Clint waves a hand at him. “No, I get it. And I don’t usually faint when someone turns me down, I just lost a lot of blood last night, and--”

Bucky’s eyes widen, and Clint abruptly stops talking. Shit. How had Clint managed to make things even worse? Bucky doesn’t think he’s a hunter anymore, now he thinks Clint is a serial killer.

“With the Avengers!” Clint says, too loud. He lowers his voice to a whisper, pretending everyone on his street doesn’t know. “I’m mostly retired, but I help the Avengers sometimes.”

Bucky squints at Clint like he’s trying to decide whether he is lying. “Hawkeye!” he exclaims finally. “That’s right. With the muscles.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Clint says. “No killing animals, just sometimes bad guys, but only if they are really bad, like end the world type of bad.”

Bucky appears to mull this over until he looks at his watch with a start. “Shit. I’m behind.” He stands up and wipes the dust off his perfectly round ass. Clint tries not to notice. This isn’t his most mortifying attempt at asking someone out, but it’s close to the top.

“I’ll be back at six,” Bucky says. “Maybe a few minutes after, because I’m running late.”

“What?”

“Did you still want to go on a date?”

Clint nods, mouth slack and open. There is no way he bungled things up this badly, and he’s still getting a date out of it.

“Okay,” Bucky says, turning with a shy little wave. “See you then.”

Clint’s brain catches up with what’s happened and waves back. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Mrs. Ross and Mrs. Gonzalez give each other a high five.

*bonus points to anyone who caught The Good Place reference*

[stillwithhernothim]

#SavethePostOffice #Repost @marthacampos8325 https://www.instagram.com/p/CEBSbfBg_7a/?igshid=z3bmti7ako97

[hayleycassatt]

We love the USPS! #savethepostoffice (at Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CENKihbBcaO/?igshid=13qesiqgl2a71

[waynelvslcy]

Lucy was a prolific letter writer and was very adept at communicating her thoughts and feelings to family and friends via hand written missives. To me, writing a letter, or sending a hand written note or card is much more personal and meaningful than a bland, unfeeling message pecked out in an email or text message where the tone is usually lost. This personal touch goes a long way to show people that you care and is almost always appreciated by the recipient. I usually avoid topical subject matter here but despite the issues and criticisms surrounding the US Postal Service, I hope they can hang in there so people will be able to send letters for many years to come. Let’s resurrect the lost art of letter writing!! “And none will hear the postman’s knock without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?”—W.H. Auden #lucilleball #uspostalservice #savethepostoffice #letterwriting #lostart #sendaletter #missive #personaltouch #personaltouches #showyoucare #takeamoment #letters https://www.instagram.com/p/CEMu59znjys/?igshid=44qu5z62bv2i

[sierrabwr]

Thank you cards for all the love I received for my birthday back in June 🧁🎉

[tokka]

💌🐊 #SaveThePostOffice ..take a bite out of that b💢stard #LouisDeJoy and his cronies tryin to destroy the #PostOffice @USPS ,her Workers & @APWUnational families.. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDuhe8-g3eF/?igshid=1bfrm67s5kyvn

[kmkk]

3 incoming penpal letters !!!💕🌻

Dm me if you want to write!