OK but I do genuinely believe we need to push for something like this before it's too late - and not just in digital spaces. We should have the right to peace and quiet from advertising. There should be more limits on how much and where we get advertising because otherwise it'll just become a creep of more and more until every fucking public space is lit with several billboards blasting us with ads, and the walls between spaces lined with ads, and our commutes filled with ads, and local parks sponsored by corporations to offset the cost of local councils, and so on and on and on and on. No. I need quiet. I need spaces where ads cannot touch me.
Grenoble, France, in 2014 banned any new billboards and took down the city owned ones in a step towards de-advertizing public spaces. They swapped out the billboards with trees btw!
The city of Nantes in western France has recently banned most electronic billboards, dismantling 110 in one night. The municipality is also cutting digital advertising in shop windows and on the public transport system. Itās also banned all advertising near schools. Which is apart of Frances over all goal to reduce visual noise and light.
In 2009, Chennai, India prohibiting billboards, digital banners and placards in public spaces.
SĆ£o Paulo Brazil created a law "Lei Cidade Limpa" (Portuguese for clean city law) in 2006
Several states, namely Maine, Vermont, Hawaii, and Alaska have banned Billboards and have been working on other electronic ad bans.
This article goes over what some other locations might look like without such advertising
So just know these kinda policies are possible! Whether your in Europe where the UN is working on anti-Ad legislation, in the US, or South America!
Lil nas x coming back during pride month to tell us hes been taking care of his physical and mental health, finishing rehab and getting treatment for bipolar disorder, and telling us that he is excited to not only make new music but also just to live his life???? And during mens mental health awareness month????? Oh i missed him bad
Pairing: Titus Danforth x Diana Howard (black!OC)
Rating: explicit? either way MINORS BE GONE!
word count: 1.1k
warnings: mentions of blood, gore and body parts. slight sexual reference. no smut (yet).
Summary: Titus had no want for a wife. Diana didn't want a husband. They get married anyways.
A/N: I really wanted to write something short and this came to me and wouldn't leave me alone. I'm eager to explore more of their relationship! Not beta'd cause ain't nobody got time for that. My face claim for Diana is Tessa Thompson. She comes from a southern family hence the title (god bless Dolly Parton) Credit to the gif artist.
āIt is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.ā
Titus Danforth did not want a fucking wife.Ā
To be fair, the Danforthās have been doing well, despite both children being unmarried. Itās not that they completely shut down the idea of being with someone, there wereā¦stipulations, if you will. Ursula managed a couple long term relationships, all ending due to her strict nature. She had yet to find someone to meet her standards and after a failed engagement, decided that dating was beneath her and closed herself off to focus on the family business. It was expected that she would produce the first Danforth heir and given her brother's nature, it was a wise decision but Ursula despised children and did everything she could to avoid having anything to do with them.Ā
Titus, on the other hand, fucked just about anything that had a pulse, set on toned legs and lip fillers. He was known as the George Clooney of the Council, the perpetual bachelor. Titus didnāt care that his sister had a better mind for the business, it left him with infinite time to meander about, blowing his family fortune, uncaring about the consequences.Ā
He was told about the marriage proposal after a hard night out, tangled between two women he had no names for, no memory of sleeping with and a stomach so queasy, once his father briefed him on the decision, he vomited in the champagne ice bucket next to the bed.Ā
Diana threw an absolute fit.Ā
āI will kill myself, I swear it.ā Dianaās mother, Kitty, sighs through her nose, fingers gripping the tea cup in her hands with added tension. Diana was always one for a bit of theatrics so her reaction had become expected although Kitty would be lying if she said she wasnāt worried the damn girl would do it. She had done far more for less attention.Ā
What was supposed to be a decent morning out on the veranda turned into a bitch session. Kitty refused to make eye contact with her daughter, instead focusing her zen on the steam wafting up from the freshly brewed camomille tea.Ā
āWhy am I the one getting married? There are plenty of other girls from other families that want to fill that position and you thought I was the right choice? I have plans, mama, plans that donāt involve a husband, cackling with other cokehead, bodies by pilates, sniveling wives who I despise or wiping shit from diapers-āĀ
āDiana Wilamena Howard you best watch your mouth.ā Kitty snips, cutting a sharp eye at the girl. āNow, Iāve put up with your attitude far enough but whatās done is done. Your father and I have decided, itās in the best interest of the family to strengthen our ties with the Danforths. They control everything, donāt you get that? Imagine just how powerful we could become!ā
āOn est dans le mĆŖme bateau maintenant, n'est-ce pas?ā Weāre in this together now, are we?Ā Ā
Kitty ignores Dianaās sass, a sad and soft smile forming across her lips. āI tried my best with you, I did. Even when your father wanted to marry you off years ago, I fought back. Told him no. My fight is over now darling, Iāve gotten us this far. Now itās your turn.āĀ
With that, Kitty takes a long sip of her tea, leaning back in her rocking chair, signaling the end of the conversation.Ā
That was the beginning of the end, Diana thought.Ā
To an extent, it was. Within the span of a few months, she was no longer Diana Howard but Diana Danforth, the new reluctant trophy wife of renowned playboy Titus.Ā
Titusās idea of welcoming Diana into the family was drenched in cruelty. If he couldnāt direct it at his father or sister, someone had to take the brunt of his anger and he decided who better than his new wife? It started simple enough: cold shoulders, limited eye contact and snide remarks reminding Diana just how much he didnāt want her around, didnāt need her. After the wedding, he went missing for 48 hours, only to return hungover and reeking of perfume Diana would never touch.Ā
Then came the hunt. Titus swelled with pride as he announced the rules, other family members lounging about lazily in the office, dimly lit by the fireplace. While outsiders who married into the elite families were forced to pick a card which would tell them the game they would have to play and thus decide their fate, other elite members marrying into other high status families were given special mercies.Ā
Yes, you were still forced into a blood pact and had to sign your life away to the devil, but instead of becoming the hunted, you became the hunter.Ā
Sharks and Minnows has been a popular game since the 1950s, usually played in a pool but the rules had since been adapted for land. Diana would act as a shark and had to eliminate five minnows before sunrise and before the minnows escaped into the āsafe zonesā. She was given access to three weapons and had to pick one to carry her through the night.Ā
āBackwoods Barbie doesnāt know how to shoot a gun?ā Titus gloats, eyeing the hunting knife in Dianaās hands. She doesnāt respond, face contorted with irritation and disdain. At 7pm, the minnows were released into the wild, scrambling to find their way out. Unbeknownst to them, there was no safe zone. If they reached the end of the property, which would be very lucky, there were guards stationed with clear instructions to take them out. No one had ever participated in a Danforth game in this vulnerable position and lived to tell the tale.Ā
āIāve got a million that says the gardener will take her out in an hour.ā Agnes Danforth drones, lit cigarette dangling out of her thin lips as members of the Danforth family drift out of the room, uncaring about the young woman who clearly posed no threat to any of them.Ā
Ursula gives a weak smile to her brother, trailing behind her decrepit aunt. Hours had passed, bottles of liquor had been consumed and Titus found himself sleeping soundly on the couch. He was awoken abruptly around 1 am to the sound of the door swinging open, Diana stalking towards him slowly. Curly hair matted in dirt, Dianaās once pristine outfit was now caked in blood and torn in several places. She looked like Carrie,Ā ditching the prom dress for Ralph Lauren.Ā
Titus sits up slowly, mouth dry as his eyes widen at the object Diana plops on the coffee table in front of him.Ā
Without another word, Diana exits the room, leaving speechless Titus with the Gardener's sawed off hand, all fingers pushed down except the middle one and a rock hard erection.
For the weird asks: 21, 31, and 41 āØ(PS i hope your day is lovely) š¤
Hi my dear!!!! How this got buried in my notifications idk but i love u and thank u for asking!
21. something youāve kept since childhood?
My jewelry case! Itās a circular trinket holder with a ballet shoe on the top with an inscription about what it means to be a libra that i got from my aunt. Literally has been everywhere with me i wouldnāt know what to do without it
31. what type of music keeps you grounded?
House music! Itās all i listen to know. Just found out about bubble house which is more atmospheric and i love it. A repetitive beat with minimal lyrics will always go platinum in my house
41. how do you take your coffee?
My regular order at my fave cafe is an iced mocha latte with oat milk and a pump of vanilla syrup. I prefer blueberry syrup but i swear no coffee shops ever have them!!! Blueberry lattes are top tier
