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Upcycling Jars, Bottles, and Other Glass Containers.

I cook ALOT. I’m quite proud of my little collection of herbs, spices, teas, legumes, and other dried edibles. Not so much for the actual contents, but for the fact that 90% of the glass containers were upcycled. I saved my kimchi jars, pasta sauce jars, pickle jars, jam jars, booze jars - errrr, whatever I bum off the bartender, and etc. I especially love using the Canada Dry tonic water bottles for my spices; the wine corks I save fits the perfectly as a stopper! The rest of my containers are usually rescued from flea markets and thrift shops. 

I encourage everyone to find a place in their homes for glass packaging. Keep them out of the dumpster.

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Tunnel containing nuclear waste collapses in Washington

  • The Department of Energy Richland Operations Office declared an emergency at the Hanford Nuclear Reservation in Washington state on Tuesday, after a “20-foot-by-20-foot section of soil caved in where two underground tunnels meet,” NPR reported. The tunnel’s contents, including trains, were contaminated with nuclear waste.
  • No workers were in the tunnel at the time, but some employees close to the collapse were evacuated and others in the area were told to remain indoors and “take cover” as a precautionary measure, according to NBC News. Read more (5/9/17)

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The Machinery of Evil: Angband

In comparison to the more ragtag, disorganized orc led armies of the later Ages, Angband is an impressively effective force that is strong enough to withstand centuries of near isolation and self-sufficiency under constant siege. This suggests to me an extremely organized and structured system acting as its backbone.

I don’t think there were the modern kind of taxes or wages because I doubt there was a free market economy that needed those things to drive it. Angband is essentially a state built to fuel an army and I doubt that dark lords care much about the desire of their minions for luxury goods. So I think the most likely system was a command economy, where central planning makes all the economic decisions about how to use and distribute resources. For example, your orc will never have to worry about the cost of his helmet, because the dark lords arrange the production and delivery of all his equipment in exchange for labor at mining, farming, soldiering etc. as a specialist. Higher ranking orcs or beings probably get a bigger share of the resources and better stuff as an incentive to move up the ranks as much a possible. So there’s still a definite status system and ‘wealthier’ orcs.

Of course this opens up a host of problems too. This system takes an incredible amount of knowledge and planning to carry out, and if you don’t get the right number of helmets or chickens you need, you may end up executing rioters or having poorly equipped soldiers who lose battles. Not to mention you have to police the system rigorously for graft, theft, cheating, corruption, misreporting surplus, plain incompetence etc. Having a command economy also requires the creation of an enormous entrenched bureaucracy to organize and implement decisions made at the top.

Naturally this means that no currency is necessary, eliminating the cost in wasted metals and labor. I think that they might have created a currency later on for the sole purpose of trade with the Evil Men of the East, but I find it equally likely that Angband adopted one of their Eastern allies’ currency as long as the standard was valuable metal weights. Their chief trade goods were probably knowledge and high quality processed goods rather than raw materials anyway. This eliminates the problem of inflation internally, but not of scarcity.

Now, if you’re an orc and want a bit more than your regular rations or a nice present for your mother’s birthday, you’re going to have to barter for it.  Your options for getting trade goods are limited. You can steal a little extra from what you produce as a farmer, smith, miner etc. but this might get your head chopped off. You can save some of your rations and trade that, but this can be dangerous if you don’t have enough left for yourself or trade away vital items like armor, underwear etc. You can trade services for goods like ‘I’ll sharpen your knives if you give me your shiny stone.’ But your best option for getting trade-able items is loot taken from enemies. Angband didn’t have taxes, but you probably had to tithe a portion of your plunder to the dark lords and possibly your commander. I’m thinking that a footsoldier got to keep one-tenth, a general one-third or some kind of system like that was in place but there was probably a lot of fighting over the best items between individual orcs too.

How do you keep a vast underground army supplied with food and materials? I think Angband’s production and food problems are solvable with a truly ridiculous amount of forethought and planning, pinpoint precise control of workers and a healthy amount of magic. The dark lords would need a huge amount of food, far more than could be gained through raiding; somehow crops had to be grown to feed armies, and animals had to be raised for meat and goods. Angband must have had enormous underground farms for surface plants created through the laborious process of building plant beds, bringing in soil, and creating light and air shafts. But they also might have cultivated fungi, mushrooms, moss, roots and other edible plants that naturally grow in or near caves. Pre-siege they might have had some small scale agriculture on mountain terraces and foothills and pastured sheep or goats on the side of mountains.

Post siege they had to rely on animals that could be raised underground. Orcs probably ate little meat. Those animals would have been far more valuable for the other products they could provide, like hides, fat, or horn. Eggs or milk would be more likely, depending on availability. Bats, bugs, worms, larva, spiders, proteus salamanders, and cave crabs are natural cave creatures that might be deliberately raised as food. Fish in underground lakes would yield the double benefit of food and vital water reservoirs. Their primary meat animal would probably be pigs because they eat anything and can be intensively farmed. Dogs are also scavengers so they might also be eaten for food or raised for fur. Chickens can be cage-raised in battery farms, and they also eat almost anything, so they seem likely. Sheep and goats come from wild mountain dwelling ancestors, and would have been valuable for wool and hair and milk, but I’m doubtful they could be fed enough from Angband’s resources to be worthwhile to keep. Cows are a definite no; they just are too big for underground living and not efficient enough to be regular food animals. Horses are valuable as riding animals and it is seems likely a small number were kept for commanders, messengers and scouts.

Outbreaks of disease and contamination have an easy answer: never ever ever keep all of your animals/crops/drinking water in one place/field/reservoir. If you loose one herd to disease you can isolate it and save the rest; the more separate herds you have the smaller the loss. Potential disease vectors, like corpses, have to be disposed of immediately. Genetic bottleneck is no problem if you carefully manage your herds; scientists estimate the entire population of founding taurine (non-humped) cattle was around eighty for example; low genetic variation does not necessarily mean low fitness. If stores dropped catastrophically low, trade with Evil Men or raiding could have filled the shortfall until production could be restored.

Waste management and containment would have been vital for the health of Angband’s occupants and the viability of its economy. Mines and farms are kept running though forced labor by prisoners; no one lives who does not work. Everything has to be recycled - food and metals especially. Even the corpses of prisoners and orcs are eaten. Water supplies may not have been easy to find and would have to be kept clean and uncontaminated by mineral leeching. They would have to find ways to get rid of toxic trash that couldn’t be recycled. Environmental contamination would have been a real problem, given the volcanic atmosphere and the amount of volatile metals around. Some types of environmental contamination could have been avoided through good, ruthlessly enforced waste containment measures as well.  Magic may also be a good option here.

Were Angband’s ore deposits rich enough to support centuries of war? I’m honestly a little fuzzy on the geologic requirements for the creation of metals, but I’m going to handwave this one. If Melkor can make entire mountain ranges, then I’m going to guess he can guarantee an ample supply of minerals and metals for Angband’s forges. (Plus volcanic soils are incredibly fertile which helps with the food problem. The Polynesian islands are capable of supporting agriculture only because of soils made of volcanic ash deposited by wind, fun fact.)

My general explanation for the ability of Melkor’s war machine to support itself actually relies on a bit of headcanon. Sauron managed to escape the ruin of Utumno because of an extensive underground tunnel system that existed underneath it. I like to think that this is something Melkor and Sauron continued and expanded in their next stronghold once they saw how useful it was. However tall the mountains towered above the plain, below them Angband lay many times greater and deeper. Perhaps not just the entire plain, but whole mountain ranges were honeycombed with tunnels that stretched their fingers all the way back to Utumno’s vaults.

They may be evil, but Melkor and Sauron must have been terrifyingly competent.

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On the subject of shitty cinema goers and their trash. “View” in the UK actually put messages up saying please leave all your trash in your seats or on the ground so our staff can recycle it. But we never had any recycling bins. Food waste, containers, packets, everything just goes in one big bag then that goes in the same dumpster about five other places in the mall use. And same with the bins in the foyer that has different compartments for different types of trash. We just take all the bags and put them in the same dumpster. It used to really piss me off at how much extra work they made us do just so they could appear to be complying with recycling laws but never actually did.

Love Me Love Me Love Me

Part 4

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Warnings: heavy mentions of vomit and waste, violence

>Stay put

You decide to that it’s better to stay in the (somewhat) warm shed with the crazy skeleton rather than brave the cold. A part of you wonders if you made the right choice. You watch your opportunity slip away as Sans steps back, but a sudden CRACK thunders right outside and you screech, scrambling against the wall as if that would protect you. Sans flinches from the sound too and grumbles, but watching your terrified reaction, his eyes light up in amusement. 

“a tree got knocked over, nothing to worry that pretty little head, sweetheart,” the skeleton stands before you, and pets your head, “i will always keep you safe,” 

You lean away from his touch.

“Answers. You promised me answers.” you hiss, angry that you showed weakness in front of your captor. 

“i know,” Sans shrugs, stretching his arm and yawns, “but another time, i’m gonna go to bed,” 

“W-What?” you exclaim, your eyes blazing with fury, “But you said-”

“i said i’ll give you answers. but i didn’t say when. you should probably rest too, dollface,” Sans smirks triumphantly and makes his way toward the gate. 

“Y-You bastard!” gathering your courage, you hurl yourself toward the skeleton, fist raised, ready to strike, but the chain yanks you back, stopping your fists from reaching him. 

An angry snarl replaces his smirk and he punches you right in the stomach, knocking you down to your knees. Clutching the wounded area, you groan, ready dry heaving on the floor. 

In a low, cold, and serious tone sending shivers down your spine, Sans spat, “don’t you ever talk to me like that again.”

You gulp and whimper, keeping your head down to not meet his eyes. When you look back up, he’s already gone. You didn’t even hear him leave. You sigh and lean against the cold wall, wondering how your life got so screwed up. With tears falling out of your eyes, you drift off into restless slumber. 

You wake up a few hours later, the time too hard to tell with the constant dark skies and lack of clock. The blizzard still wails like a dying woman, but it looks like it’s getting better. You think. Wiping the drool off your face, you glance over at your vomit, stinking up the entire cell. Disgusting. Your stomach growls and you realize that you haven’t had real food in ages. Still, you’d rather starve than eat that shit again. Sans comes in a few minutes later, with the same container, but filled with green meatballs, smelling like rotten eggs. 

“Do you really eat this shit every day?” you turn away from the foul stench. 

“hell no. boss makes fresh food every day, but we never could finish them and the leftovers just pile up. my bro hates throwing his masterpieces away,” 

“They’re not masterpieces anymore,” you grumble. 

Sans chuckles, “a sense of humor. i knew you had it in you. now eat,”

Not wanting to get beaten again, you held your breath and quickly wolfed down on the meatballs, not wanting to drag this out any longer. 

“good human. pretty human. keep this up, and you might get a reward,” Sans praises and leaves. 

Over the next few weeks, you comply to his every demand. At least the food is getting better, but you still throw up in the corner every night. You let him pet you now, but his touches get more and more intimate, too much for your liking, but you suck it up anyway. You cell becomes grosser and grosser, as you’re forced to release your waste in the same corner as your vomit, since Sans gave you no way to relieve yourself. The skeleton visits you everyday, but doesn’t seem to mind. Maybe it’s because he can’t smell? 

“you’ve been so good lately, doll,” Sans coos as he finishes feeding you again, “you deserve a reward. tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you.”

“I want to go home,”

“sweetheart, you are home,” 

“my real home,” you bite. Sans looks at you blankly and you sigh, “Will you release me? 

“anything but that, dollface,” Sans says softly. 

You look around you. You could ask him to clean up your cell. You don’t know if you can handle the stench anymore. Rats and flies all scatter around the shed, making you sick. But you, yourself needs to be cleaned. You’re covered in shit, piss, and vomit, like a dirty animal, and with your wounds and inability to wipe yourself after doing your business, you’re definitely prone to infection. But you can also ask for a bucket, or anything to contain your waste. At least it’ll be easier to clean up and it’s not as exposed. Ugh, you’ve never sunk so low in your life, asking for basic necessities. 

>Ask for a shower

>Ask him to clean up the mess

>Ask him for a bucket

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Today I was walking by a construction waste container, mainly filled with old interior decoration. I could also spy a Microwave and a pretty modern printer in there. I decided to look deep between the old wooden pallets and there it was:
A 1985 IBM Model M keyboard. Sad to see it broken, as it probably was totally ok before it was dumped into that container. I will now try to restore this thing to its former glory. Funny how people throw this away as it’s worth about USD 50 in working condition.

anonymous asked:

I don't understand how vegan doesnt harm life on earth? Plants die? Your causing deforestation for your farming needs? If you care so much about animals why are you allowing their homes to be torn down because your hungry? Your causing more damage than needed. You eating a steak is one cow Out of millions But you eating a tropical fruit kills thousands of animals natural habitat. You vegetarians and vegans are the reason half our oxygen will be depleted, your breathing and your habits .js

First of all, what you need to understand is that just by you being human you’re impacting negatively this planet and its ecosystem. Being vegan just means that you’re trying to minimize the harm we inflict upon this planet and its earthlings. 

Now, let’s break this down: 

Your causing deforestation for your farming needs?

Land required to feed 1 person for 1 year:

  • Vegan: 1/6th acre
  • Vegetarian: 3x as much as a vegan
  • Meat Eater: 18x as much as a vegan

“If you care so much about animals why are you allowing their homes to be torn down because your hungry? Your causing more damage than needed. You eating a steak is one cow Out of millions But you eating a tropical fruit kills thousands of animals natural habitat. ”

Animal agriculture is the leading cause of species extinction, ocean dead zones, water pollution and habitat destruction.

Animal agriculture is responsible for 91% of Amazon destruction.  Animal agriculture is responsible of 51% of the entire gas emissions that are affecting the planet, raising the temperature levels. Understand that the animal agriculture uses a lot of fresh water for animals that are going to be killed just for a stake.

One hamburger requires 660 gallons of water to produce – the equivalent of 2 months worth of showers. No matter how they were raised, it doesn’t matter if they were grass fed or if they were in a factory farm.

It takes 1000 gallons of water are required to produce 1 gallon of milk.

“You vegetarians and vegans are the reason half our oxygen will be depleted, your breathing and your habits .”

As vegans we actually:

Reduce global warming

  • Global warming poses one of the most serious threats to the global environment ever faced in human history. Yet by focusing entirely on carbon dioxide emissions, major environmental organizations have failed to account for published data showing that other gasses are the main culprits behind the global warming we see today. As a result, they are overlooking the fact that the single most important step an individual can take to reduce global warming [faster than any other means] is to adopt a vegetarian diet.1
  • In its 2006 report, the United Nations said raising animals for food generates more greenhouse gasses than all the cars and trucks in the world combined.2

Avoid excessive CO2 production

  • According to the UN Report, when emissions from land use and land use change are included, the livestock sector accounts for 9% of CO2 deriving from human-related activities, but produces a much larger share of even more harmful greenhouse gases.3

Reduce methane/nitrous oxide production

  • Cows and sheep are responsible for 37% of the total methane (23 times as warming as CO2) generated by human activity.4 With methane emissions causing nearly half of the planet’s human-induced warming, methane reduction must be a priority
  • The livestock industry generates 64 per cent of ammonia, which contributes significantly to acid rain.5
  • The livestock industry also generates 65 per cent of human-related nitrous oxide, which has 300 times the Global Warming Potential (GWP) of CO2. Most of this comes from manure.6
  • In addition to having the advantage of immediately reducing global warming, shifting away from methane-emitting food sources is much easier than cutting carbon dioxide7:
  • First, greenhouse gas reductions through a vegetarian diet are limitless. In principle, even 100% reduction could be achieved with little negative impact. In contrast, similar cuts in carbon dioxide are impossible without devastating effects on the economy. Even the most ambitious carbon dioxide reduction strategies fall short of cutting emissions by half.
  • Second, a shift in diet can lower greenhouse gas emissions much more quickly than shifts away from the fossil fuel burning technologies that emit carbon dioxide. The turnover rate for most ruminant farm animals is one or two years, which means that decreases in meat consumption would result in an almost immediate drop in methane emissions. The turnover rate for cars and power plants, on the other hand, can be decades. Even if cheap, zero-emission fuel sources were available today, they would take many years to build and slowly replace the massive infrastructure our economy depends upon today.
  • Similarly, unlike carbon dioxide which can remain in the air for more than a century, methane cycles out of the atmosphere in just eight years. Therefore, lower methane emissions translate to cooling of the earth quickly.

Save large amounts of water

  • Estimates of the water required to produce a kilo of beef vary, from 13,000 liters8 up to 100,000 liters9. Whichever figure you use, the damage is plain when you consider that the water required to produce a kilo of wheat is somewhere between 1,000-2,000 liters.

Avoid further pollution of our streams/rivers/oceans

  • Pollution of our waterways is caused by animal waste, antibiotics and hormones entering the water cycle alongside chemicals from tanneries, fertilizers, and the pesticides used to spray feed crops.
  • Manure, or waste water containing manure, severely harms river and stream ecosystems. Farmed animals produce about 130 times as much excrement as the entire human population of the United States. Since factory farms don’t have sewage treatment systems as our cities and towns do, this concentrated slop ends up polluting our water, destroying our topsoil, and contaminating our air.10
  • Once factory farm pollutants—including nitrogen, phosphorus, antibiotics, and pesticides—reach the waterways they cause a great deal of damage to aquatic and human life. Algal blooms are a particular problem, blocking waterways, using up oxygen as they decompose and killing the natural populations of fish.11
  • • In large amounts, animal waste can present major problems to the waterways and their surrounding environment. More than 2 billion tons of animal manure was produced worldwide during the late 1990s. Assuming average nitrogen content of around 5%, this makes 100 million tons of nitrogen12 finding its way into our water system.

Reduce destruction of topsoil & tropical rainforest

  • Thirty percent of the earth’s entire land surface—a massive 70% of all agricultural land—is used for rearing farmed animals. Much of this is grazing land that otherwise would host natural habitats such as valuable rainforests. And, of the entire world’s land suitable for growing crops that would otherwise directly feed humans, a third of it is used to produce feed for farmed animals.13
  • Livestock farming can lead to overgrazing causing soil erosion, desertification and deforestation14. Twenty percent of the world’s grazing land has already been designated as degraded due to the rearing of animals for their meat.15
  • Livestock production is responsible for 70% of deforestation in the Amazon region of Latin America, where rainforests are being cleared to create new pastures.16
  • Deforestation increases greenhouse gas emissions by releasing carbon previously stored in the trees. It is also a major driver in the loss of biodiversity – a pressing concern when one considers the fact that just a few species of livestock now account for about 20% of total terrestrial animal biomass.17

Reduce destruction of wildlife habitats & endangered species

  • The livestock industry is responsible for widespread deforestation and cultivation of vast tracks of land. Wide-spread cultivation of the land ruins animals’ natural habitat and forces millions of them to be evicted from their homes each year, causing long-term harm to our wildlife.

Reduce use of antibiotics, growth hormones, and chemicals

  • Farmed animals and fish are fed a wide variety of drugs to fatten them faster and to keep them alive in conditions that would otherwise kill them. These drugs enter the human food chain through direct consumption or through pollution of our waterways.
  • The effect on humans of consuming low levels of these drugs during a lifetime is unknown but could be serious. Antibiotics given to farmed animals include penicillin, erythromycin, and inorganic arsenic (the most toxic form of arsenic).
  • Antibiotics contain significant amounts of the most carcinogenic form of arsenic. USDA researchers have found that “…eating two ounces of chicken per day—the equivalent of a third to a half of a boneless breast—exposes a consumer to 3 to 5 micrograms of inorganic arsenic, the element’s most toxic form.” Daily exposure to low doses of arsenic can cause cancer, dementia, neurological problems, and other ailments in humans. 18
  • Antibiotics reduce the amount of bacteria in animals’ intestines and preventing infection, to which crowded, stressed animals are predisposed. Routine antibiotic use leads to antibiotic-resistant bacteria, thereby reducing antibiotics’ effectiveness when treating people suffering from food poisoning or other infectious diseases. 19
  • Farmers give hormones to animals to increase growth and productivity. Widely used in the United States, these hormones are known to cause several types of cancer and reproductive dysfunction in humans.20 While U.S. farmers claim that using hormones to promote growth is safe, the European Union has prohibited this practice since 1995.21
  • Fish farming contributes directly to the pollution of our waterways:
  • Large numbers of fish kept long-term in a single location produces a significant amount of feces concentrated in a small location, which can enter local waterways.
  • Because of parasite problems, some aquaculture operators frequently use strong antibiotic drugs to keep the fish alive. Many fish still die prematurely at rates of up to 30%.22 The residual presence of these drugs in human food products has become controversial because the use of antibiotics in food production is thought to increase the prevalence of antibiotic resistance in human diseases.
  • These drugs enter the food chain through direct consumption of the farmed fish itself and through the highly concentrated feces deposits that contaminate water supplies. Reports indicate that Scottish salmon farms alone have breached pollution limits more than 400 times in the past 3 years.23

Reduce ecological footprint

  • By choosing a vegetarian diet instead of one loaded with animal products, individuals can dramatically reduce the amount of land, water, and oil resources that they consume and the amount of pollution they otherwise might cause. Of course, reducing one’s ecological footprint should also mean causing less harm to the Earth’s non-human inhabitants. By switching to a vegetarian diet, each person can save more than 100 animals each year from the horrific cruelty of the meat industry24.

Help ensure environmental sustainability

  • There were approximately 6.5 billion people living on earth in 20052526 , and as the world’s population continues to grow, our requirement for food will also increase. Worldwide food production requires 30% of the total soil available, 20% of fossil fuel energy and a major part of the fresh water flow27. Raising cattle is one of the most damaging components of agriculture28. In addition to their gaseous emissions and manure products, it causes the most environmental damage of any non-human species through over-grazing, soil erosion, desertification and tropical deforestation. Studies on world food security estimate that an affluent diet containing meat requires up to 3 times as many resources as a vegetarian diet29.
  • Global production of meat has increased dramatically from 130 million tones in the late 1970s to 230 million tones in the year 200030. Meat is now the single largest source of animal protein in all affluent nations31 and demand for animal flesh is expected to more than double by the year 205032. In order to meet this growing appetite, animals will no doubt be reared more intensively and cheaply with factory farming and aquaculture (fish farming) causing further pollution, water demand and land usage. If nothing is done, the environmental impact of meat production can only increase.
  • Adopting a vegetarian diet is an important tool to achieve environmental sustainability.


So, yeah, maybe you should re-evaluate your life choices; I mean, if you’re truly concerned about everything you mentioned, then adopt a plant-based diet and be coherent. Actions speak louder than words. 

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When The Devil’s At Play// Mark Tuan (Finale)

xoxo Sara

Prologue||Part 1||Part 2||Part 3||Part 4||Part 5||Part 6||Part 7||Part 8||

Part 9||Part 10||Part 11||Part 12||Part 13||Part 14||Finale


You gripped onto Jackson tightly, as if he were your lifeline. Which, at this moment, there was no doubt that he was. You watched as the Realm below you fell into shambles. People protesting and crying in the street while others bum-rushed into homes, probably in search of you six—or five, depending on if they had Jaebum as well or not. Is this where you wanted to go? Or was the Demon Realm safer for you to live in? It didn’t matter what you thought, as you had no choice in deciding where you’d end up at the end of your ten days.

You shoved those thoughts aside and did your best to reach out to Jaebum. At some point, he had told you that you were one of the only people who can communicate back to him, or would be able to read his mind. He told you you were strong. You squeezed your eyes shut, not specifically knowing what you were looking to hear while you tried to contact Jaebum.

“(Y/N), Hold me tighter,” Jackson mumbled, “You’re slipping.”

You had felt yourself grip him tighter momentarily, until something in your mind clicked.

Let go now!

You didn’t have enough time to process who the voice was or why it was in your head, but figuring that you had nothing left to lose, you let go of Jackson, who quickly looked down at you with wide eyes as he felt you disconnect from his back.

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onwardmarchingfishes  asked:

Hey, I need some advice. My mother is very adamant that healthy food is cheaper than fast food and that people who say otherwise are just being lazy, which surprised me as she is normally very supportive in situations like these. I don't know if it's really possible but what can I say to help change her mind about this?

In conversations like this, there are three main points that you want to get across to your mom: 

  1. Preparing your own meals may be cheaper in the long run, but it requires a huge cash investment in order to start, thus making fast food the more affordable current option for many people.
  2. Everyone experiences different living situations and dietary values, making it impossible to state that either fast food or home food prep isalways going to be best answer for everyone. It’s instead necessary to acknowledge that both have legitimate value.
  3. People have the right to eat what and how they want without being shamed for it. Their right to bodily autonomy is not trumped by our “concern” for their health or money.

We have to remember that monetary cost is just one small aspect of this. If it was just about which one is cheaper, then there would be an easy objective answer. But people are still arguing, so that’s not the case. A bigger issue is: Why do people feel that they have the right to control and criticize a complete stranger’s diet? Why does fast food bother them to the point that they’ll shame anyone who eats it? When people criticize fast food, what they’re really condemning is 1. poverty and 2. fat bodies. Dumping on fast food is a form of body shaming and classism: Identifying it as such is an important step to talking about diet critically.

Now in terms of money and resources,

When eating fast food, you’re required to pay for:

  • transportation to and from the facilities
  • the cost of the food (a small lump sum that buys one meal)

That’s pretty much it. Things like the cost of labor, access to a bathroom and a heated environment are all included in the cost of food. As long as you can pay for the meal, you have access to a huge range of resources.

Compare that it what you must pay when preparing your own meals with your own ingredients:

  • transportation to and from the grocery store
  • the cost of the food (a large lump sum that buys several meals at once)
  • refrigerated storage
  • storage containers
  • waste disposal
  • running water, in order to clean your hands before and after preparation
  • cleaning products
  • a heating implement to cook the food
  • additional ingredients/spices in order to prepare a full meal
  • utensils in order to prepare the meal
  • pots/pans to cook in
  • dishes to serve the meal with and utensils to eat with
  • furniture such as tables or counter tops where you can both prepare and serve the meal
  • electricity, lighting and heating in order to make the environment comfortable enough for you to spend all this time in
  • child care and/or entertainment so that any potential kids will not be put in danger by the cooking process

Add into that the time that it takes to complete your shopping, transport all the food home, store it properly, take it out at meal time, prep your meal, cook it, store the leftovers, and then routinely sort through your food in order to throw out anything that was wasted or has gone bad. Due to opportunity cost, the large amount of time that many people spend maintaining their kitchens can cost them a rather significant amount of money in addition to what they’re literally spending on food and resources. 

So when people talk about how a pound of chicken is sooooo much cheaper than a Big Mac, they may be right about the cost of food, but they’re only looking at one tiny aspect of meal prep. People like your mother are ignoring the big picture.

Eating “healthy” and preparing your own food can absolutely be cheaper than fast food, but that can only occur once you’ve already invested significant funds into the process. If you’re working a minimum wage job and are just starting this process of feeding yourself (and others!), then it’s highly unlikely that you have access to a big enough lump sum to gain all the resources necessary to cook your own meals.  

If your mother can’t accept this information (and if you’re comfortable enough to get on her sh*t list for a little while), then there’s always a much less mature debate tactic that you can employ: Turn into a two year old. Every time she eats something, ask her “Why?” 

  • “Mom, why are you eating that cereal? It would be so much cheaper if you got whole oats and baked that granola yourself, why are you being so lazy and eating it out of a box? We could have just dehydrated grapes instead of being lazy and buying raisins!”
  • "OMG Mom, why did you buy a gallon of milk? If you didn’t spend so much money on store milk, we could have our own cow! It would be so much healthier to just milk our own cow every morning and make our own cream and cheese from it. God, I know that a cow costs like thousands of dollars, but the milk would be cheaper. It’s better for us in the long run.”
  • “Mom! You’re so lazy! Why are you using cake mix? For just a couple cents, you could have grown wheat in the back yard last summer, stored the stalks and ground it into flour. Why would you buy the store stuff instead? Why aren’t you willing to do even the slightest bit of work for your food?”

Chances are, your mom is going to get frustrated and PO’ed really quickly. And she’d have every right to. But this will hopefully start a conversation - Why is it okay for her to take short cuts and rely on pre-made foods, but it’s bad when other people do it with fast food? Why is she the one who gets to declare which short cuts are acceptable and which ones are not? And is she really taking these short cuts out of laziness, or because it’s impractical for her to spend so much time prepping meals? Use this as a chance to show that food is not a black and white issue: Even she’s actively participating in “fast food” culture by buying some form of prepackaged food, so it makes no sense to completely condemn or blame other people for doing the same thing.

Now, in addition to what I’m posting here, I have tags dedicated to both #fast-food and #food-politics. Some of those posts might be helpful in giving you resources about both food politics and people’s right to bodily autonomy. 

Good luck!

Fallout New Vegas: The melancholic struggles of a courier in a hostile, post-apocalyptic land where the real danger is not the deadly flora or fauna, it’s the other survivors. What starts as mere survival becomes a conquest of domination.

Fallout New Vegas Dead Money: Greed laid calamity and waste to this self-contained purgatory once, and it will do so again. Will the stitched lives of this ragtag band of misfits hold together, or will blood be spilled like wine once again in the halls of this temple of hedonism held together by the sins of its past inhabitants?

Fallout New Vegas Honest Hearts: These are signs, not just scars, on my shoulder. Calamity is not a hunter that prowls only its turf, it pursues, it hunts, it dominates, and it subdues. The pure children have already turned to war. Will your actions push them further down the path of stripped flesh and salted wounds, or will you silence the voices of their wrath, and lead them out of the River Styx?

Fallout New Vegas Old World Blues: WACKY SPACE ADVENTURES

Fallout New Vegas Lonesome Road: Become involved in the lives of so many others, and you come to forget your own struggles. This is not about the land. This is not about the factions. This, this is all about what your decision will be, and what you do when the moment comes, once you are done walking this lonesome road.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you do this but I'm feeling really shitty today so I was wondering if you could write something angst free with jayroy? the fluffiest the better, thank you!

ah bab, i hope you feel better soon!

  • Jason and Roy hum the Mission Impossible theme under their breath when they’re undercover. Roy started it, and now it’s like a lucky charm. 
  • Contrary to popular belief, it’s Roy who comes home to find a litter of dogs all over their living room. Jason is a softy.
  • “…again?” “THEY WERE ON A BOX ON A WASTE CONTAINER, WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO” 
  • (however, they never keep them. Jason always makes sure to find them a home within the week)
  • “Aw Jay, this one looks like you, I’m gonna name it Jaybird.” “Aw Roy, and this one looks exactly like you! I’m gonna call him Nerd Lord Pain in the Ass!” “…WOW”
  • Roy insists their song is Call me Maybe, because the first time they kissed he had that song stuck on his head.
  • meanwhile, Jason insists that it is not, but he finds himself singing it when he misses Roy.
  • (congratulations jason, you played yourself)
  • THEY HAVE MATCHING PAJAMAS, FIGHT ME
  • Roy’s are superman, and Jason’s Wonder Woman. 
  • Talking about clothes, they wear each other’s clothes all the time!! Roy likes borrowing Jason’s jackets, and Jason steals Roy’s hats all the time.
  • They love going shopping and finding hats with weird stuff written on it.
  • They have five different hats with “MAKE AMERICA GAY AGAIN” written across them
  • EVERY TIME ROY BUYS JASON A BOOK, HE WRITTES A SAPPY NOTE ON THE FIRST PAGE
  • (And Jason loves it, he keeps those books on a special place)
  • Sometimes Jason comes back from grocery shopping with weird stuff he finds, like Bacon Soda or food like that, because he knows Roy is weird as fuck and would love to try it.
  • Roy refers to the Batclan as “the Batdashians”
  • (“does that make me Kim? Kylie? Kendall?” “…Kason” “I literally hate you right now”)
  • when they’re apart for long periods of time they purchase weird movies to watch when they’re back together. Whoever gets the weirder one it’s free from making breakfast the next day.
  • Jason has Roy saved on his phone as the bow/arrow emoji, while Roy has him saved as the gun one
  • They always make plans for the future on the spur of the moment, without really talking about it. 
  • Like, Roy one day goes “For our wedding we should find a slow version of call me maybe”, and Jason replies, without missing a beat, “over my dead body, Harper." 
  • and then another day they’re trying to make dinner when Jason, very seriously and out of nowhere, tells Roy "okay but our kid will be so spoiled with Kori and Alf as their godparents”. Roy stands still for a moment, and then turns to him with a horrified expression “shit, we didn’t think that through”
  • (yes, Lian turns out to be spoiled as hell, but they don’t really care because it’s mostly their own fault)
5

Indoor Gardening at the Office

Hey Guys - Office Gardening Update!

In early January, I got sick of the complete dry and drabness of my new office building, so I started upcycling our cereal bowls and planters to grow edible greens. About 2 months later, I’ve expanded to 15 planters and 5 types of lettuce. This past week, I harvested my first crop! It was quite a hefty plate of salad for lunch!

I hope this goes to show people that you really can grow food anywhere, even it’s not in “your space.” Even if you don’t grow food, my goodness it’s simply a joy to see some green stuff this time of year, you know?

I’m not stopping here…I’m going to keep expanding!

anonymous asked:

“Please, don’t leave.” for Sabriel please?

3. “Please, don’t leave.”

You all really enjoy making me cry with these prompts, huh? Just messing, thank you so, so much for this one! I hope you enjoy it!


Sam was actually kind of surprised with how calmly he took it the first time he saw Gabriel, especially given the fact that less than a week earlier he was institutionalized for seeing Lucifer everywhere he went.

Four days following Castiel shifting the hallucinations onto himself, Sam was sleeping. Really sleeping. Sam would have sobbed with how easily his broken mind settled into blissful unconsciousness, but his eyes bloodshot and dry eyes wouldn’t allow tears to come.

He came extremely close, though, when he woke up the next afternoon and Gabriel was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him.

Prolonged sleep deprivation did not allow for Sam’s reflexes to kick in as quickly as he would have liked. Or kicked in at all, for that matter, because Sam just gaped at the late archangel, already feeling his eyes grow heavy and thick with drowsiness. Gabriel’s lips quirked up into a sad smile, but the archangel said nothing. It was the last thing Sam saw before the need to sleep overwhelmed him once more.

When he next woke up later that evening, Gabriel was gone.

It happened three more times after that, and it was always the same: Gabriel would sit on the bed, watching Sam carefully, and Sam would drift off before ultimately waking up to find the archangel gone. Sam chalked it all up to a lingering dream trailing into the waking world, but the dull ache in his chest was a persistent force of doubt.

But then Sam started seeing Gabriel when he was awake.

Sam would have panicked or told Dean and Castiel when he walked into the kitchen to make a late dinner one evening and saw Gabriel leaning against the wall, silently eating from a bag of Skittles. He would have, but the demeanor of Gabriel’s apparition was not like the one of Lucifer.

That morning, Gabriel simply looked up from the bag in his hands, smiled gently at Sam, and returned to eating his candy without a word.

Perplexed, Sam stiffly walked over to the refrigerator, casting frequent glances over to the angel.

But Gabriel still said or did nothing.

So neither did Sam.

It went on for weeks after. Gabriel was a constant presence that only Sam could see, loitering around in the background without bothering the younger Winchester if Dean or Castiel were in the same room as him. Whenever Sam would happen to look over in Gabriel’s direction, the archangel would always meet his eyes and smile warmly, his amber eyes sparkling with content encouragement.

Eventually, Gabriel’s presence became less of a cause for alarm and more of a genuine comfort for Sam.

Nightmares, hunts gone wrong, arguments with Dean, anything that caused Sam the slightest bit of distress would bring Gabriel to his position on Sam’s bed, sitting with his back against the headboard as Sam lay next to him. Gabriel would smile gently at the hunter but would never say anything, and Sam never needed him to; the weight of Gabriel’s body dipping the mattress and the radiating heat from the archangel was enough to soothe Sam’s distraught emotions.

No matter how much Sam missed hearing Gabriel’s voice.

Besides… Gabriel was always gone by morning anyway.

::

One day, Gabriel touched him.

Sam was hungover in the late afternoon following a nasty night and morning of drinking, and he was curled up beside the porcelain bowl of the toiler, puking out his mediocre dinner, and Gabriel was crouched behind him. Dean had drunk as much as he did, but opted to suffer through his hangover by taking a drive in the Impala, leaving Sam alone in their motel room.

Well, not really alone.

Sam coughed harshly into the bowl, a pitiful ground echoing in the enclosed space, and suddenly a hand was rubbing at his upper back, warm and heavy and real.

The man gasped at the contact, flipping his matted hair out of his face as he snapped his head around to look at Gabriel, pupils constricted and eyes wide with shock.

Gabriel just smiled, as he always did, and continued to run his palm down the expanse of Sam’s back.

His heart galloping widely in his chest, Sam slowly turned toward the toilet and weakly flushed it, glancing away from the swirling content of his stomach going down the drain. Taking a few strips of toilet paper, he wiped at his mouth.

All the while, Gabriel’s hand never stopped in its movements as he stroked Sam’s back.

After tossing the used toilet paper in the waste container, Sam turned toward the archangel until he was facing him completely, and Gabriel’s hand carefully slid away from Sam’s body, his elbow landing sharply on his knee.

Sam gaped at Gabriel, contemplating, and Gabriel stared back at him, waiting.

Eventually, Sam reached a decision and carefully crawled over to the archangel. Gabriel smiled and settled against the wall, posture and arms open, and Sam was quick to nestle into them, sitting across Gabriel’s lap with his head tucked into the crook of Gabriel’s neck. Gabriel’s arms encircled him and hugged him close, palm running soothingly up and down Sam’s back as it had been before. Sam burrowed his face deeper into Gabriel’s warm, warm neck, taking in the delirious scent of pine forest and cinnamon, his eyes stinging.

Despite being on the floor of a motel bathroom, nursing a killer hangover, the faint smell of vomit staining the air, and his mouth a cesspool of bile aftertaste, Sam felt so relaxed and God, so safe. So much so that he closed his misty eyes, allowing himself to fall into Gabriel’s tender care, surrounded by the archangel’s warmth, and he fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was the next morning, he was on the floor, and Gabriel was gone.

Touch became more and more frequent whenever they saw each other in private, which was mostly reserved to late at night now.

Sam would rest his head on Gabriel’s shoulder or lap, the archangel’s fingers coiling into his hair in soothing motions. Gabriel would softly nudge Sam’s shoulder, jerking his head silently toward Dean and Castiel, bouncing his brows suggestively; Sam had to fight back a snicker at the implication. Gabriel would lay his head on Sam’s chest, tracing idle patterns on Sam’s abdomen as Sam’s hand stroked Gabriel’s back in turn, perfectly warm and content and together.

It was inevitable when Sam finally leaned in and completed that final touch, that press of his lips against Gabriel’s. When Gabriel tenderly answered back, his mouth moving slowly against Sam to deepen their languid kiss, Sam couldn’t help the huffed sobbed that escaped him, the tightening of desperate fingers, or the dull ache that morphed into a flown blown bleeding wound inside him.

Gabriel smiled into the kiss, reached up, and wiped the tears away.

::

“Heya, Samsquatch.”

This was the first time Gabriel spoke to him at all during this affair, and Sam instantly lost all traces of sleep as he rushed to sit up in his bed, blinking rapidly to adjust to the lack of light. Gabriel was sitting once again at the edge of the mattress, golden orbs gleaming with delight, and a wide smile on his face.

Sam’s soul rushed with elation at the familiar tenor drawl, and he was quick to reach a hand out to cup Gabriel’s face and bring him in for a kiss, a long sigh exhaling through his nostrils as his eyes closed in fluttering bliss.

Gabriel grunted with the abrupt action, and the archangel seemed to stiffen under Sam’s mouth. Sam barely took notice of it, tongue sweeping against Gabriel’s bottom lip desperately, hands clutching at Gabriel’s face and arm a bit more firmly.

At Sam’s increasing passion, Gabriel sagged, opening his mouth to Sam’s advances with a small groan, and his hands reached up to cup Sam’s cheeks, bringing the human even closer. Sam moaned his approval and slowly began to shift himself backward, pulling Gabriel along, until he was lying back in the bed, Gabriel nestled in between Sam’s open thighs as they kissed.

“Sam,” Gabriel breathed into Sam’s mouth when they parted, puffs of heated air panting along Sam’s jawline as Gabriel trailed chaste kisses down to Sam’s neck. “Sam.”

God, Gabriel’s voice sounded so beautiful, his murmur a low chime of music from long ago. His hands felt so warm, hot even, as they caressed Sam’s skin, and his heartbeat… Oh, his heartbeat thudded against Sam’s chest, a harmony to Sam’s melody, two life-forces beating together in near unison.

And suddenly… Sam wanted Gabriel back.

As much as he adored this apparition… Sam wanted Gabriel back.

Sam hitched in a breath, his eyes rapidly welling with heat, and he clenched his jaw as his throat thickened.

“Don’t leave,” he hissed.

Gabriel paused his kissing, and then the archangel looked up, bewilderment etched in his expression. “Sam, what are—“

“Please,” Sam cut in, a whimper threatening to crack into his voice as he met Gabriel’s eyes despairingly. “Don’t leave.”

“Sam, if you really think I’m going to leave you now…” Gabriel shook his head, sliding his fingers into Sam’s fringe. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A strangled sob broke through, and a few tears trickled down Sam’s temples and trailed into his hair. Gabriel looked more than a little startled, but carefully wiped away the damp tracks left behind, his lips a healing fire as they kissed along Sam’s cheeks, Sam’s nose, ending at Sam’s mouth.

Sam’s shakily sighed, tossing an arm around Gabriel’s neck as he kissed the archangel back, his mind clouded with desire and ecstasy and dread that it will all be over when he woke up.

::

When Sam woke up in the morning, Gabriel was gone.

Though he had been expecting it, Sam couldn’t help the onslaught of fresh tears that burned at his eyes or the horrendously painful sobs building in his chest. A low keen punching from his throat, Sam turned his streaming eyes into his pillow and began to shake, silent wails pouring out of him with a vengeance.

He should have known. God, he should have known it was too good to be true. Sam had actually believed for a fleeting moment last night, right on the cusp of white-hot pleasure, that Gabriel was truly home. He had listened to Gabriel’s promises, believed the Trickster’s words, and now Sam was left with his bleeding wound in his heart, broken and alone in his bed.

“Sam? Sam, oh damnit, are you alright?”

Sam gasped, his sobs halting abruptly, and there was a bouncing weight on the bed, hands cupped around his cheeks, and Gabriel’s worried eyes staring at him.

“Are you alright, what happened?” Gabriel asked anxiously, eyes flickering around Sam’s red and wet face.

Sam froze.

Just as quickly, he launched himself forward with a high strangled whimper, clutching the sides of Gabriel’s face and leaning in to pepper multiple, frantic kisses to Gabriel’s slack lips.

“You’re here,” Sam panted in between kisses, and by now Gabriel caught up with the program and was pushing his mouth heavier against Sam’s in response. “You’re actually, actually here. You’re here.”

Gabriel huffed, taking Sam’s face tighter in his hands to keep their lips pressed together for a longer kiss. Slowly, he tugged his mouth free, soft breaths puffing from him, and Gabriel looked up at Sam.

“I told you already,” Gabriel breathed, removing a hand from Sam’s cheek to take hold of Sam’s wrist, his thumb stroking the back of Sam’s hand. Past his heaving breaths, Gabriel smiled, and Sam’s heart skipped a throbbing beat at devotion and passion gleaming in Gabriel’s eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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