They’re also shooting for 100% renewable plastic sources by 2030! All of the soft plant/leaf elements in sets right now and going forward are made out of bioplastic made from sugarcane, and they’re working on getting the regular hard plastic bricks out of that, too.
They’ve done it, actually! The full bricks are in the prototype stage now, and are expected to be 100% biodegradable without the need for a commercial compost facility. It’s very cool. Right now they’re testing the durability and playability of the bricks and seeing what needs to be revised/reworked on their final model.
So its that easy huh
Of course it is
Actually, this isn’t “easy” and is huge news. You see, Lego is absolutely meticulous about their quality control. Their standards for manufacturing are stupidly high, as are their safety requirements. You know that distinctive “click” when you pop two Lego bricks apart? They engineered that. That sound is so distinctive that it can be used to tell genuine Lego bricks from counterfeits and it’s a sound that would be based on shape and material.
Furthermore, one of the hard requirements for a Lego brick is that it must be compatible with any other Lego brick. If I buy a set today and pull a set from the 1980s? Those bricks would fit together perfectly. This requires a huge amount of precision engineering and controls on manufacturing quality. (I can’t remember the source, but I’ve at least heard that once the brick molds wear to a certain point, they’re pulled from the line and either melted down or turned into construction material for Lego HQ. Point being, no one is getting their hands on a worn Lego mold)
Recycled and non-petroleum plastics are different from other plastic. The chemistry is different. The timing and process to use them is different. This has been a reason why more companies haven’t moved to them, because there’s a drop in quality for material (so they claim).
What Lego just did is completely obliterate that argument. The corporation with some of the strictest quality control requirements for plastic just kicked the basic foundation of the “bad quality” argument out from under it, because if they feel confident enough to guarantee the same experience as using a brick from over 40 years ago, if they are confident enough that they can meet their own metrics at a huge industrial scale….
I love tumblr because you’ll see a beautiful poetic text post cross your dash saying something like “when two characters loathe each other but only because they perceive the self in the other, a jagged reflection whose gaze they cannot meet. They circle one another eternally like spiral galaxies, and neither will ever be able to admit that they understand the other better than anyone else they’ve ever known🌌”
And then you read the tags your mutual put on it and they’re “#SO true #this is Glomgold and Scrooge McDuck fr🥺” and you have to go about your day and deal with that
Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles
Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Alternatively:
There was only one bed and so they lay there together, only inches apart physically but it may as well have been miles for neither could muster the courage to tell the other the true depth of their feelings and so they lay there sleepless in their mutual pining
There was only one bed. A carried B to it and gently eased them down. They were both badly injured but B’s conditions were much worse and A wouldn’t rest until they knew B was going to be alright. So A sat down next to B and brushed their hair back, holding their hand as B shivered through the night, their only comfort A’s presence by their side.
How many different ways can you write this one trope.
There was only one bed, but instead of making a big fuss, the tired pair went the fuck to sleep and got a full 8 hours.
My sleep deprived ass:
OH YEAH THAT’S THE GOOD STUFF
😹😹😹
There was only one bed. This is normal. They’ve been married for a decade and have a small child. The child has climbed in bed to snuggle with them because thunder is scary. They have their baby curled between them and they share soft, warm smiles over his sleepy head as he snores little kid snores.
Me, who just wants domestic curtains found family fic:
There was only one bed, the two characters argued and bickered begging for them not to have to share it, but they somehow are here still. They agree that there both going to pick a side and stay on it. This was going fine until in the middle of the night A woke up screaming and crying, B gets them to calm down and they end up falling asleep next to each other feeling safe
There was only one bed. A noticed B’s exhaustion and lifted them easily. “You don’t have to carry me like a child,” B noted, despite being clearly pleased by how matters were progressing. “I think we both know that’s not true,” A replied with a grin. The bed was warm, inviting, and yet something was missing. “Is this a private party, or can just anyone join,” C called from the doorway, clad only in their underwear and a smile. “Only if it’s you!” A and B replied in unison as they drew the covers back.
My OT3-loving ass:
There was only one bed.
It turned out to be a defective Murphy bed and it trapped them in the wall.
Crack fic fans:
This entire thread is delightful
As someone who has actively experienced the “there was only one bed” trope, and uh, got something out of it:
There was only one bed and it was 3 in the morning. Person A was god damn tired but was not about to lay on the same bed as some random person they didn’t know. Meanwhile, Person B is insisting that they don’t care whether Person A lays down or not, but B is as far over on this mattress as they can possibly get, and their back is facing where A would be laying, but if A’s dumbass wants to be uncomfortable, that’s their prerogative.
Person A eventually gives in, lays down as far away as they possibly can on the other side, back to back with Person B, and curled into themselves as tightly as possible. Person A barely sleeps because the whole time they’re thinking “don’t do anything weird, don’t move, don’t be weird, also, don’t touch me.”
Only problem is while Person A is furiously chanting at themselves to stay on their fucking side of the bed, they also realize that the room is fucking freezing and they’re wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a thin sweater. So they’re shivering hard enough to make the whole bed vibrate.
This goes on for about twenty minutes before Person B sighs, gets up, locates the only blanket in the room, and throws it over Person A before settling back down. Person A now feels kind of like a dick but is simultaneously very grateful to person B.
A few hours later, after the sun rises, Person A leaves the house where the party had been hosted the night before and laughingly tells her roommates about it while they all go for breakfast, hungover to high heaven. Two roommates know exactly who Person B is, and begin plotting a way to get Person A to interact with them again.
Flash forward a year and a half later, and A and B are engaged, the efforts of their friends having been successful in introducing them and setting them up.
And it happened because there was only one bed.
The only one bed trope 🤝 how Peach and Sam met and later got married