The snow has finally melted in my hometown, and I could finally begin picking up trash again! I'm always kind of nervous in the beginning because the most littered spots are also the ones with the most passersbys. To combat this nervousness, started telling myself that Giovanni Potage would think that trash picking is cool, and therefore I too am cool for doing it. This has genuinely helped me continue a hobby I genuinely enjoy, and also got me inspired to doodle these:
My headcannon is that he would totally try to bedazzle his trashpicker (and use it as a weapon)
The first comment I've gotten this year while picking up trash:
Bonus: my friend @Ollivelli's version!
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I live in a town, which my mother grew up in, that is a suburb that was the first planned community in the US. We were reminiscing and randomly remembered Trash Day.
Once a year, during the summer, the local trash company used to have a big trash day, no limits on what could be thrown out. Other days you had to pay extra.
In the town my mom grew up in, this used to occur up til I graduated high school and then it stopped for some reason. Maybe 80s-90s? Even though we didn’t live there for most of the time I was a kid, it was a night where traditionally families would go walking around neighborhoods picking through the (sometimes entire yards of) trash.
We loved that night. We’d go have dinner at grandma’s and then go trash picking. Old radios and TVs and other miscellaneous old media, books (lots of full sets of encyclopedias), furniture, and miscellaneous. We’d drag a little red wagon behind us to hold what we wanted. Or Dad would have us stay there and guard what he wanted while he got the car if it was big.
One time I picked up a golden swirled bowling ball inscribed with the name “Shirley,” and Shirley was my bowling ball for years as I bowled in youth leagues. By high school she was too light for me, so I went out on trash night looking for bowling balls and found another one to use as my primary ball, while Shirley was for pickups.
But it was legitimately like a town event, almost better than Halloween or the Forth of July in some ways. A lot of stuff went home with folks who wanted it, and if you picked up a TV and got it home and it didn’t work, hey, just toss it to your curb and go see if you find another. We got a tv to use for video games this way.
A high school senior tradition was the girls playing flag football, and homecoming week, the night before the game, the senior class would TP houses of the rival teams, and one tradition was painting a toilet green and leaving it on someone’s lawn. Some senior would always make sure to grab a toilet over the summer from trash day to save for the job.
Scrappers loved that night, too.
Is this something that other folks have had in their towns? Or was it unique to mine?
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"Yagami Light as a youtuber would probably plagiarise" WRONG Yagami Light is insanely intelligent and looks down on literally every single other human person, he would rather stab himself in the eye than using the works of someone else - someone who can't be anything but beneath him. Pre-Death Note youtuber!Light would make long-ass videos about Everything Wrong With Society with completely unhinged takes about how xyz small innocuous thing is responsible for gang violence with numbers* to back it up.
"Light would plagiarise" get the fuck out of here.
*numbers which he completely twists to his own bias - without even knowing it because he thinks way too highly of himself
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Some things I've found this week!
I never collected bottle caps as a kid, but might start now just to have something to collect. I was originally planning on throwing the reflector away but it still reflects so I didn't see a reason to do so
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WIPping Faeries
'How to Save a Faerie' is filled with crushing despair, a hangover, a faerie, trash picking, and accidental busking. It's what I'm working on this week.
Ah, relief! I finally had a chance to write a story that’s been trying to scratch its way out of my head since late 2020. I have been far too busy. This story started as a dream that went stagnant.
I’ve been frustrated lately because the story I had for a deadline wasn’t working. I took a nap and woke up knowing I had to finally finish “How to Save a Faerie.” It was the time.
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I truly, TRULY do not know how to say this, because the fact that I have to say it makes me feel like I am losing my grip on reality. But no, in the post-capitalistic anarchist utopia, I will not be relying on “autistic minecraft girlies” to be building inspectors because - and this may shock you - one of those occupations takes years of education in how to read and interpret hundreds of thousands of lines of regulations based on complicated math and physics that were the result of decades of tragedy and death, and the other one involves playing a children’s video game.
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humans are beautiful and i hope someday everyone can see that
were not a parasite. were not destroyers and killers and polluters by nature
We help each other. We help other species. We continue to fight for better rights and better treatment of others
We sing together. We cook together. We create art and traditions and languages and cultures. We save the last bite of our favourite food to share with our friends. We are lovely!
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I'm not sure if this has been asked before (sorry if it has) but who's your favorite animatronic?
Here’s a handful of my top faves! Monty is probably my absolute favourite
Foxy I was obsessed with when I was younger, Ballora I always found to be very creepy/pos, and Helpy is my best friend
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