Hollyoaks: Teacher Tom Lends a Hand
Hollyoaks: Teacher Tom Lends a Hand
Request from misskittygirl21
I drew this on my tablet ^^
@parley.tv joined forces with @adidasoriginals to present a collaborative edition of the NMD_CS1 silhouette as the latest reflection of our joint commitment to implement Parley AIR and tackle marine plastic pollution.
Sticking to the NMD_CS1’s original, minimalist design, the @adidasoriginalsparley NMD_CS1 steps out in a one-piece Primeknit construction with a contoured, sock-like fit. A closer look, however, reveals that the Primeknit has been constructed using Parley Ocean Plastic™, created from intercepted and upcycled plastic waste.
A product made in an eco-innovative way can be a powerful symbol and catalyst for change. The adidas Originals Parley NMD_CS1 was designed to equip and inspire the messengers — it’s for those who are ready to create a better future.
Thank you to @d.o.z.a and the @adidasbaseball team for the hookup! 💯💯
#adidas #adidasoriginals #parley #parleyfortheoceans #parleyair #oceanawareness #upcycledplastic #upcycledfashion #primeknit #adidasnmd #nmd #nmd_cs1 #rhp (at Los Angeles, California)
Hollyoaks: The Story of Peri and Harley
Recent work for StudioPractiseStudio x Adidas x Parley, who are launching a new sneaker that is made of plastic that has been dredged from the ocean - so good!
Adidas and Parley Harness The Power Of Sport And Continue Fight Against The Threat Of Marine Plastic Pollution; Hosting ‘Run For The Oceans’ event at Temescal Park in Los Angeles, CA
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1st Tweet || © chrishemsworth: “Today is world oceans day! My happiest memories have been spent in and around the ocean. When I was a kid surfing with my brothers & my dad and now being able to do it with my kids is the greatest thing I could’ve ever hoped for. # WorldOceansDay # loveouroceans @ oceana @ parleyxxx”
2nd Tweet: “Unfortunately, we are on a fast track to destroying our oceans and in turn destroying ourselves, every second breath we take is generated from the oceans and without them we die. Everyone needs to play a part. @ oceana @ parleyxxx”
3rd Tweet: “You can make a difference today and every day by doing simple things like removing single use plastics, carrying your own water bottle, coffee cup and shopping bags, recycling the plastic you buy, avoiding products that contain microplastics and volunteering for a local clean-up.”
ORIGINALS DEERUPT RUNNER PARLEY
Really regret deleting the old account, but this new one is here and… Parley Is RISING
It was the second night after the full moon, and Fenrir was left feeling hollow in wake of his wolf’s retreat back into the prison of his human form. It was always like this after a full moon. He had just one night to enjoy the freedom and power of his wolf, to run and hunt and kill as he was meant to. For one night he was limitless, unrestrained, one with the earth and the moon, and as wild as hurricane tearing through the coast.
The nights following his shift were always the hardest for him. Something like depression made him forlorn and introspective. Broody, his wolves called it.
It was that desolate emptiness in his chest that kept him rooted in place even after his business with the wizard was done. Fenrir stared up at the night sky. There were only a few clouds that streaked across the starry blackness. The moon was on her waning cycle, and he sighed as he stared up at the rapturous glow. It’d be another month before he was free again.
He clenched his jaw and forced his gaze away from the heavens down onto the man at his side. Caradoc Dearborn was nothing more than a man he occasionally did business with. They weren’t friends. Fenrir tolerated him for his goods and services. There was no reason to linger on the moonlit bridge with the other male.
But he had no desire to go back to the compound, to do anything but soak up the moon’s silver light in the companionable silence that stood comfortable between them. With a clench of his teeth, Fenrir huffed out of his nose and strode the few steps to the old bridge’s thick, brick railing.
A leg lifted over the railing, then the other and Fenrir sat down on the edge. There was a slow moving stream that passed underneath, black as ink in the night’s pitch darkness. He reached into his overcoat and grabbed the flask he kept in his pocket. The lid was screwed off and he took a swig of Rod’s expensive ass whisky. Its burn was comforting as it went smoothly down his gullet and into his gut.
Without looking away from their surroundings painted in shades of black and blue, Fenrir held out his flask in blind offering.
Been feeling a bit better today, so I did alittle doodle
Also im really sorry I haven’t been active, I’ll try to post more if I can