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Fossil fuels kill somewhere in the neighborhood of two million people a year. They’re quiet deaths, as opposed to the obvious ones caused by a nuclear accident. But every year, those people are still dying, because people insist on making the perfect the enemy of the good.
This really is a catch 22 situation isn't it.
Explain nothing and make the place as uninteresting as possible - > people WILL go there someday, not knowing what the danger underneath is.
Use markers etc to explain what's going on - > people WILL go there because there MUST be something valuable there, there's so many markers they don't understand/keep talking about some deadly curse!
It would be funny if nuclear waste warning messages become an attraction for future historical linguists.
I mean look at this thing:
A parallel text in 7 languages, with 4 different scripts between them! And pictograms! All designed to be preserved intact!
Per kilowatt of power generated Nuclear is the safest by a very wide margin.
There are 2 major disasters which get far more coverage than other types of deaths which less recognized.
The most statistically dangerous being solar due to people falling off rooftops during installation. But it’s less known because people falling off rooftops isn’t international newsworthy.
It is also the cleanest. With barely any pollution aside from a very small amount of radioactive waste which can easily be put into a mountain for it’s entire radioactive life.
With new Thorium reactors that pollution gets decreased even more and the safety risks reduced to near zero.
Pollution from solar panels and windmills coming from mining and manufacturing of course. Oil, coal and gas pollution is obvious.
Solar power and windmills have a major drawback, being, they don’t much anything for much of the time. Solar during the night, and windmills when there’s no wind.
So solar can have uses for taking off the bigger load during the day when all the AC’s are running. but to make any use of windmills it requires a lot of energy storage, and lithium batteries are not renewable and they do expire.
Hydropower of course needs a river, and it absolutely messes with the local ecosystem.
Geothermal can only be built in certain locations.
If you really want to move away from coal and oil, nuclear is the cleanest, safest, and most cost effective way to do it.
Goretober day 18:Bones
Vic Rattlehead chillin' in a vat of nuclear waste. His friend however doesn't seem to be doing so well.
It was either this or the caption "I am an F-ing Mutant, This sucks."
Putins gettin desperate. Scary times. Gonna color this next week. 🍻
Radioactive Putin is now colored. 👍
we met at
the end of the world
and sat
hand in hand as
the stars went out
save me, poor boy. jack marrowbone x reader
summary 📣: in which reader is in danger and jack is the only one who thinks he can save her, but she might not be the one who needs to be saved
warnings 🚫: swearing, violence
slater’s note 🗯: i adore jack marrowbone
jack had never seen your cheeks so pale, yet so flush with a rosy redness high in your cheekbones. he pressed the back of his hand against your cheeks, allowing the coldness to seep deep into his own skin.
he looked back up from your frail body, eyes analyzing the atmosphere of green and blue melting together into cold air.
if only you had waited for him, and if only you had never even made a visit to him that day in the first place.
somewhere in the woods, his father was roaming around, waiting for him, waiting to kill him.
“jack, please, let us help you,” jane tried to force her way through the attic door, slamming her fists against the wooden door as did billy and sam.
jack forced their voices from his head as he marched back down the stairs, holding the case of money tightly in his hand.
he was ready, he knew what he had to do. and he wasn’t afraid, he couldn’t be.
stepping outside, he searched for the figure of the man, his father. his eyes rapidly grazed the field that was laid out before, looking, but finding nothing.
it gave him even more anxiety than before, he couldn’t find the man, he couldn’t find the murder and it was then realization struck him.
you.
right before he locked his siblings into the attic he heard your voice, he saw your figure hoping out of your car, a smile on your face as you made your way into the house.
you knew just as well as he did who his father was. you knew what he did, and what he would do if he ever found the marrowbone family, especially jack.
that’s why you took matter into your own hands, staring back at the man in the other side of the field with your own gun in hand.
“go away!”
he didn’t say anything in return, only stared back silently with a sick smile on the center of his face.
“i know who you are! i know what you’ve done!”
your mouth got you in trouble.
and following that man into the woods with out real knowledge of what he could do to you once alone, got you in real trouble, real danger.
“oh y/n, what did you do now,” he whispered lowly, pressing his knuckles against his chapped lips. he could see a bruise forming along your hairline, seeming to be the reason why you were out, hit by the butt of a gun.
“brave, but a fool. just like you.”
jack quickly flipped around, his hands tightly clasping the metal box full of cash, “don’t touch her... don’t hurt her anymore, this is between me and you.”
he stayed silent, sitting down on a low rock, raising his brows as if questioning what jack was saying is true.
“here, take the money,” jack handed the metal box off to his father who took it, still listening and seeming strangely understanding with calming eyes and facial structure.
he didn’t seem disturb at all, and that’s what scared jack.
“it’s yours, it’s what you came for, now go. you have no reason to be near the house, nor them. it was me who ratted you out and took your money. not them,” jack was breathless, on edge as to what the man would do, “take the money and leave us alone.”
the man stood up calmly, edging onto his feet causing the uneasiness in jack’s stomach to plummet in increase. once the man seemed to be content with his stance and thoughts, he rose the metal box, slamming it across jack’s face, sending the poor boy the ground.
your head throbbed with an extraordinary pain you had never felt before. you groaned feeling nothing and yet everything at once.
your fingers felt numb and you forced them up from the ground, mindlessly reaching for the stem of pain where is was all resonating from. you held your eyes tightly shut while rolling on your back. nothing felt good, and you felt like you were going to hurl.
following the marrowbone’s father in the woods wasn’t the greatest idea, and you almost forgot that was the reason you had ended up where you were. you were a fool and blinded by the idea of love, not wanting the man to do any more damage then he had already done.
once you fully came to your senses, eye lids open and body hunched on it’s side as your fingers laced into the grass, ready to push yourself to your feet, your ears filled with groans.
“jack...” your voice was barely above a whispered as your back arch, rolling further onto your side and onto your knees, eyes meeting two figures, one hunched over the other, choking and beating the struggling body beneath them.
your body felt woozy as you tipped back and forth on your feet, trying to catch balance as you stumbled over to the shotgun you had carried out in the full green woods, hoping to kill a monster... but failed.
you still had hope as your fingers tighten around the metal mouth of the gun, bringing it behind your shoulders before swinging it, the whole wooden butt hitting roughly against the soft skull of the father of your lover.
he hit the floor with a thud, his back pressed into the green carpet as he tried to catch his mind, realizing what was happening. and it was then you yourself realized the hole that was damaging the man’s throat. blood oozing from the gaping, rather large whole.
you clenched your jaw as the sounds of his choking from the large amounts of blood that filled his mouth reached your ears.
“do it, y/n, do it.”
you had never killed a person before, but your mind told you it’d be okay, just this once it’d be fine, that you had to do it.
you pulled back the back, placing your finger on the trigger before pushing against it, pushing past the wall in your heart that always compelled you to do the right thing. your mind told you this was an exception.
the bullet put another hole through his head, laying the man to rest, sending him to hell.
your fingers felt cold and the gun dropped from your hands as realization seemed to have hit you through all parts of your body, sending you into a spiral of shock.
your stumbled before landing into his arms, his own cold hands reaching for yours as he turned you to face him. and it was something that you needed as he seemed to have nodded in approval, knowing there was no other way, that he deserved it.
jack held you closely, his arms wrapping around you tightly, hands no longer with yours but gripping around your shoulders, tightly, as if making sure you were right there, right in his arms, safe.
and he closed his eyes tightly, listening to the quickness of both your heartbeats, wishing to god that you’d always be there, always.
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Might i add that chernobyl was using an outdated system, with fewer safety precautions, and they were pushing the reactor hard, and they tried to cover it up first, not clean it up and alert people, all of which made things worse.
Also if nuclear waste is a consideration, the amount of global nuclear waste is 1% of the amount of annual coal waste produced by South Africa alone. And nuclear waste is stored in containers on site, whereas coal waste is...kinda all over. And from what I know, coal waste is more radioactive than nuclear waste, but I need to fact check that.
If we could get molten salt reactors going, though!! Pretty small, can be made very very safe with lots of failsafe containment and everything, underground which protects against tampering, refueling only happens every ~30 years as opposed to 1.5-2 years, and they operate at lower temperatures which also makes them safer.
Tchernobyl, definitely (and aliens too)
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bubonic plague
history of alien abduction claims
dyatlov pass incident
chernobyl nuclear power plant disaster
MERCI, sous-ingenieur à la COGEMA, n’ayant que mon certificat d’études
Dessin de Baldo 15,5 x15,5 cm au Rotring 1.0
et voila !
GRAINS IRRADIÉS
~ plume encre de chine ~ 20 x 22 cm ~ mai 2015 ~ Baldo