Your Friendly Neighbourhood Critter

I am PRO-WOOL

I am PRO-LEATHER

I am PRO-BEES

Fuck the idea of replacing durable, sustainable animal products with cheap, flimsy plastic that doesn’t bio-degrade. Agave nectar and other artificial sweeteners are expensive, labor-intensive, and destroy the environment to be farmed.

Leather - one cow makes SO MUCH leather. One deer makes SO MUCH leather. Well-treated leather lasts almost FOREVER. Even animals with small skins like rabbits, a pair of well oiled rabbit leather gloves will last decades. Every animal usually made into leather is also a meat animal, so it’s more sustainable to get more than one product from a single ethically butchered animal (humane kills make less punctures in the hide!) Leather can be tanned with natural resources like brains and doesn’t require treatment with chemicals that seep into the groundwater!

Cotton: Cotton is a fucking plant, it burns. The growing and harvesting of cotton is rather water intensive but it IS possible to sustainably harvest and reuse the water spent in the cleaning process to reduce the ecological footprint of the crop. It burns clean, it cuts clean, it’s sturdy, and there are 1000 ways to weave it to change its properties.

I redrew this because the Buckley-Diaz family has grown, and we don't want Theo to feel left out.

Castiel still seems a bit out of it, and Dean can't stop himself from preening a bit while he approaches the bed and climbs back on it, he cleans Cas' stomach for him, leaning down to kiss the skin there as he wipes it clean, basking in their shared afterglow, enjoying every little, satisfied, sigh falling from Cas' lips as he works, taking way more time than necessary to complete his task.

Outside the world is quiet, except for the sound of the rain pattering softly against the window.

It's nice to feel the Sun in your face so early in the morning, don't you think?

It had been a passing comment, almost an afterthought, but Dean had seen the way Castiel had his head tilted up towards the sunlight, he was glowing, serene and still as a statue. The bunker was great but once they had stopped hunting all those books and weapons stopped making sense too, there were many bad memories permeating the walls.

Dean had promised himself, and Cas, they would see the Sun every morning when they woke up, even if they had to start something new somewhere else.

He throws the washcloth in the general direction of their laundry basket, knowing too damn well he is going to have to pick it up from the floor whenever he gets up again.

Castiel is watching him through half closed eyelids, a small grin gracing his lips, " thank you."

" Was it that good?" He wiggle his eyebrows at Cas. It all gets him a roll of eyes followed by a rough laugh.

" You know what I mean." Cas reaches out, combing Dean's hair out of his forehead, it's longer nowadays, and Cas loves combing his fingers through it. He yawns, clearly getting sleepier by the minute, he sleeps so much, like a lot, and Dean wonders if he is making up for all the time he spent awake as an angel.

" C'mon man, give us a cuddle," he manhandles Cas so he is laying on his side and positions himself right behind him, holding him with Cas' back to his chest, their legs tangled, he knows it won't take long for him to start feeling pins and needles all over the arm he has under Cas' neck, but he doesn't really care, he gives Cas a little shake as he exaggerates every move he makes to wiggle himself into a comfy position, getting another laugh from Cas, the sound of it a bit watery.

He peers over his shoulder then, and his fingertips catch a stray tear running down Castiel's cheek, he doesn't ask, he knows Cas gets overwhelmed sometimes, he was never supposed to feel, and yet, he feels everything in a more intense way than anyone Dean has ever met before.

We’re trying to decide which of these is a better option:

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Nigel Farage is the leader of Reform UK, a far right party who are currently in the process of a serious bid to become the UK government. they are just straight up evil.

Count Binface is an intergalactic space warrior with a bin on his head. he likes to run as a novelty candidate in general and mayoral elections. a big thing he likes to do is run as a candidate against the incumbent prime minister:

(Also pictured: Boris Johnson, Elmo)

Anyway, in brief:

Nigel Farage is currently in the midst of a big scandal about his finances

He has decided to deal with this by 1) making a show of nobly resigning from parliament and then 2) immediately running in the resulting by-election

He has stated that he is letting 'the people' judge his actions and implied that if he wins that will prove that he has been exonerated in the court of public opinion

His goal was presumably to get a big resounding win over the other parties, proving that The People still love him.

the other parties have thus far decided that this is a 'vanity election' and, well, there is one very easy way to ensure that he will not beat any of them, and that is simply not to play.

and as a result the only person who has so far confirmed they are running against him is Count Binface. no matter the outcome this makes Nigel Farage look like, u know, a fucking clown.

If NF wins, he won against a joke candidate and thus it only makes him look an idiot (homer beating 8 year olds style) with no legitimacy, AND he will still go through the investigation that most of the HoP wants to put him through.