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beybuniki · 9 days
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they should go on a fishing trip pt.1
#DONT COMMENT ON THE BACKGROUND I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWW#anyway this is day 1. they take a bus. the bakugo household has fishing gear so ´deku is wearing bakugo's onesoe (?) and bakugo is wearing#his dad's. and notices he has grown :')#anyway they take a BUS and don't feel like doing this at all it's awkward for so many reason#also trying to relax after everything is neurologically just really hard they might be hyperivgilant dik#and there's so much they never got to unpack bnut they have to and they have to start somewhere and with someone#deku makes that flower crown while bakugo preps everything and they both look at it and are thrown back into their childhood 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️#and at first they just sit and wait for the bavarian fish to bite (rody should make a cameo tbh) but then bakugo breaks the iceeee.#and he starts with their moms because their moms have been such a stubbron connection between these two :')#and deku answers with the usual 'good :) how's your mom :)?' and to everyone's surprise he actually opens up#and tells deku about his mom's insomnia because she watched her son die (that shit was live streamed tpo 10 bnha tweets btw)#idk i love to think of their moms being a very easy subject to connect through i think it's easier for them that way to be more vulnerablei#and then some fish biteeeeeeeeeeee#but like 3 small ones so they have to gather berries and mushrooms and make stew (dw there's an aldi this is bavaria after all)#but yeah day 1 is a bit weird like it's just them in the woods with no distractions#which is so different from whatever went on during their 1st year of high school#don't read this i will throw up i just need this somewhere this is my public scrapbook#bnha#deku#midoriya izuku#bakugo katsuki#the flower crown on their knees makes this a bit homosexual but fishing is always homosexual im not fighting against that#au:#fishing
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wasyago · 11 months
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the brainrot won
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hedgehog-moss · 5 months
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I meant to go admire a frozen waterfall yesterday, but I'm scared of driving on slippery roads so I ended up abandoning my car and my dreams and just wandering about by foot, following random roads.
(These first two photos are a little bit blurry because I took them while walking, but it does give them a certain je ne sais quoi... They look like childhood memories)
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The soles of my boots had zero grip and were therefore great for sliding, so I ended up taking two sticks and using them like cross-country skiing poles to propel myself forward on the iciest portions of the road. It was fun! Pandolf thought I was insane. He was being extremely prudent on the icy patches, testing each step:
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At the beginning of our walk he was prancing as usual but then at one point his front paws slipped forward without warning, turning him into a very long slinky dog. It was pretty funny. I laughed. I admit. He wasn't hurt but definitely a bit vexed.
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We did leave the icy road on numerous occasions, to slip under fences and cross promising pastures (promising = lots of footprints; potential friends.) We met several creatures! Like this adorable shetland pony—I tried to take a photo from afar, with Pandolf nearby for scale, to show how scandalously tiny he was, but that turned out to be impossible because he was too friendly. Every time I took a step back he took two steps forward. Clearly he thought he was even better-looking from up close.
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We also ran into the darling goat I mentioned yesterday, and I was told by several people on here that she looked more like a ewe.
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Sorry for the mistake! But also I tried to look further into this and became more and more confused, as every source that mentioned a foolproof way to tell goats from sheep was disproven by another source—I found one that said sheep had a split upper lip while goats didn't (and my mystery friend didn't), but then another website contradicted it. I ended up with 32 tabs open with photos of goats and sheep of all kinds, some of which looked downright bizarre (what's with the Jar Jar Binks ears), and I began losing my grasp on the concept of animal species altogether. I understood how Darwin must have felt when he tried to figure out the differences between species of barnacles and asked people to send him various specimens and ended up with giant teetering piles of wet smelly boxes full of barnacles in his study that threatened to collapse and bury him alive. Then I closed my 32 tabs.
Honestly ever since learning that some sheep have horns and some goats don't, I've been lost. Not to mention, our mystery girl had a sheep-like tail but a goat-like beard. Are there sheep out there with beards and if yes, how do we make sense of the world? We should be able to point at a mammal with a goatee and say "goat" without doubting ourselves. That's my manifesto.
Whatever she was, the goat-ewe was very sweet, and she baa-ed a lot—at first I thought she was making conversation and I politely baa-ed back, before realising she was calling her horse bodyguards, just in case. Two horses soon showed up from behind a tree, very "What seems to be the problem ma'am?"
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I offered nose scritches to the friendliest of the two and she went to report to the goat like "We've neutralised the threat."
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Let me insert another (blurry) photo of a travelling Pandolf to symbolise the passing of time before moving on to our last encounter:
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... I also had trouble taking photos of this one at first, because she kept coming closer to inspect my scarf—I thought she wanted to explore my pockets for potential treats like Pirlouit often does but no, she was very interested in the smell (texture?) of my scarf specifically.
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The sky had cleared as we went down from 1300 to 1100m, as if we'd slipped under the clouds, so I tried to take a photo of this nice late-afternoon sky, and the horse finally stopped focusing on my scarf and instead started insistently positioning herself between me and my beautiful landscape.
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Look at this lovely golden light in the snow over there which I was almost able to capture!
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Meanwhile her pasture mate was eating a whole broom plant, slowly and thoughtfully, which makes me jealous because my llamas are supposed to eat brooms and they mostly don't, they think they're too good for brooms. They eat the very young ones but not adult brooms, so I have to do the work of three llamas and cut them myself. I wish I could send the Pampses as interns in this pasture, to learn the art of brush-clearing from this wise old horse.
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I tried to take one last landscape photo and gave up when the aspiring model came to pose again.
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Where was Pandolf, you might ask? Pandolf doesn't trust horses, especially large farm horses, and was quietly and insistently trying to convince me to leave. When Model Horse tried to greet him (it looks like she's chasing him but no, she was just stretching her neck to sniff him) he beat a hasty retreat toward the icy road, his former enemy. Some guard dog.
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It may sound like Pandolf didn't have a very fun time on this walk, slipping on ice and running from horses, but don't worry, he found plenty of suitable empty pastures to practise his favourite hobby! Though I think at this point he has moved beyond a hobbyist and is ready to play in professional leagues. He does this thing now where he jumps up a bit to gain momentum; I don't remember him doing this last winter. He's an entirely self-taught dog (in the art of snow diving) and I'm proud of him.
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pagesofkenna · 6 months
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I haven't seen anyone post this yet and it was my favorite bit about the latest Stoatal Recall
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morganbritton132 · 8 months
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Eddie, posting to TikTok: I know it’s a little faux pas to post shit from celebrity parties like this but…
Eddie: How long do you think it’s going to take for him to notice that that’s not me
Eddie: *flips camera around to show Steve on the other side of the room*
Steve: *pulling a man along behind him because he wants to be introduced to Cher*
The man: *Weird Al Yankovic*
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vanillaflowerstuff · 2 months
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funguary day 11: bird's nest fungus
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streets-in-paradise · 7 months
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The most accurate thing in the film is the height difference between Ajax and Odysseus
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20dollarlolita · 9 months
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Something that I've used to judge my health, in more ways than one, is what I call the need-to-pee test.
When I'm sitting, wasting time, and I need to pee, healthy me will just get up and go to the bathroom. That's normal behavior.
Sometimes, however, elements of my health will make that very basic task difficult. When you recognize that you need to pee, but you have to have an internal conversation with The Vampire of Despair about if you needing to pee is a failure and a judgement on your worth as a human being, you need to reach out to someone about your mental health. Being too depressed to get up and go pee is a sign that something in your mental health is very wrong. It's a sign that it's "bad enough" to really need some help.
When you recognize that you need to pee, but you don't want to get up because your body will be in pain, that's a sign that your pain is "bad enough" where you should do something about it. If you've been sitting around your house telling yourself that shit's fine, but you also procrastinate on the basic duty of going to take a pee because doing that simple task is going to cause you so much pain that it's not worth the comfort you get from not needing to pee, your body is fucked, and shit's not fine.
Getting up and going to pee is a thing that should not take effort or be unpleasant. Having difficult getting up and going to the bathroom often means that your problem is actually pretty bad. If you've been ignoring the problem, it's a very good sign that you should stop ignoring the problem.
Needing to pee but not being able to get up and go pee because the cat is sitting on you, however, is normal operating procedure. How dare you move the cat for something as selfish as your basic bodily functions. You metabolized and you didn't even get permission? The cat does not approve.
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n3ptun1cal · 1 month
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I MADE A REGRETEVATOR THEMED DISCORD SERVER!!
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HEREZ THA LINK AGAIN!!! https://discord.gg/gVMk39R9tg
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bizarreandjarring · 1 year
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just an old hick goin' fishin
plus kim "i am winning at fishing. something which is both normal to want and possible to acheive" kitsuragi
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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 95
Part 1 Part 94
There’s something wrong with Steve. His head’s full of cotton, and he feels like if he tries to lift it, it’ll be so weighed down his neck will snap. His hand weighs a lot too, fingers zinging error messages into his brain as they twitch.
Even his skin’s tight, like all his insides have grown and they’re putting pressure on his outsides until he’s fit to burst.
Opening his eyes feels like a momentous task, but he hears voices, and there’s something rough and warm clasping his hand. It’s been dark and cold for so long.
Steve opens his eyes.
The light is muted, but it’s enough that he can see the hand holding his own. He’d know those callouses anywhere. Those bitten nails. Those rings.
“You’re not Wayne,” he mutters, voice coming out choking and raspy, like he’s recovering from a cold.
He shudders, remembering the smoke and the choking. The voices cut out, a hush falling over the room aside from an annoying beeping noise Steve knows all too well. The scratchy sheets and cardboard mattress he knows with even more familiarity.
“I’m right here, son,” Wayne murmurs gruffly, from Steve’s other side.
Eddie gasps, theatrical even in a moment like this. “You want Wayne instead of me?” Steve grunts his affirmation, too tired to try nodding his head. “Why?”
“It’s tradition.”
Uncle Wayne huffs, but reaches for his other hand, holding it firmly. Wayne’s always holding his hand in hospital rooms. Steve hopes he can keep this.
He shifts his head, even that small moment making the edges of his eyes fizz and spark, but he wants to see Eddie. Needs to.
His eyes are wide and scared, dark shadows beneath them hollowing him out. There’s a cut along his forehead and another on his swollen nose, two black eyes swelling them. His eyebrows are raised, like he needs his eyes as clear as possible to be able to meet Steve’s gaze.
Steve tries to reach his hand out toward Eddie’s ruined face, but Eddie’s holding on too tight, so his fingers just futilely twitch against their constraints. “What happened?”
Eddie sobs, tears pouring down his cheeks as he drops Steve’s hand to lunge forward and bury his face in Steve’s neck, arms holding onto his torso hard enough to hurt.
Steve reaches his hand up, using all his strength to bury it into the loose hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck. It’s greasy and tangled, but Steve still winds his fingers in, rubbing listlessly against Eddie’s scalp as he sobs.
Eddie’s seat is quickly snatched up by Will. “What happened?” Steve asks again, hoping someone will respond. Will doesn’t open his mouth. He’s squinting at Steve like he’s looking for answers when Steve doesn’t even know the questions.
Steve shrinks back, but he doesn’t make it far with Eddie’s weight pinning him down, and his muscles still unresponsive.
Will’s gaze softens when he sees the twitch, and he nods, an affirmative response to the question Steve still doesn’t know.
Will pulls on their connection gently. It feels like his hands are reaching past Steve’s skin and lighting up his heart. Steve pulls right back, hoping it feels as comforting as it does for Steve.
Will’s eyes shine, but he’s smiling all wobbly and warm in Steve’s direction. “It wasn’t you.”
Steve’s fingers curl tighter into Eddie’s skull, the hairs on his arms standing on end. “What wasn’t?”
Will doesn’t answer, but he stands up, shuffling forward until his knees hit the edge of Steve’s bed. He’s looking down at Steve now, tears streaming.
“Will?” Ms. Byers calls, drawing Steve’s attention for the first time to her presence in the room. Steve can’t turn his head enough to catch her eye, but there’s something hard and warning in her voice.
“It wasn’t him,” Will reiterates, lifting his gaze to look over at her. The new angle bares his throat. Steve’s breath catches painfully, lungs seizing when he sees the bruising around Will’s windpipe.
They’re a deep purple and span the width of his throat – long reaching bruises like someone’s fingers had been around his throat.
“What wasn’t me?” Steve asks, but he already knows. He can feel it in the whirls on his fingertips.
Will looks back down at him, biting his lip before crawling atop the bed beside Eddie, pushing his face into Steve’s ribs. Steve shakes his hand free of Wayne’s, wrapping it around Will’s back gently.
He only ever wanted to be gentle with Will.
It takes monumental effort to turn his head enough to see Ms. Byers, and Eddie’s jostled in the process, but he has to see. He has to know.
Her eyes are hard and probing when they meet his. Just like Will’s had been. Like she’s trying to burrow straight into his brain and root around until she finds his culpability.
Ms. Byers has always been a soft touch with the ones she loves. It’s not a surprise when her eyes soften, and she reaches out, brushing his hair out of his eyes. She leans in to kiss his forehead.
It’s overwhelming being covered with so many bodies. But it’s warm. Steve wants to suffocate in it.
But there’s still a black hole in his brain where his memories should be; part of him is curled up small in his closet, waiting for his Mom to come back from her trip.
So, when Ms. Byers leans back, settling into her chair, he turns to Wayne.
Uncle Wayne the honest. The forthright. The dependable. “What happened?”
Wayne looks sad, but he doesn’t hesitate to speak. “It weren’t you,” he starts, raising his hand when Steve opens his mouth to protest. “But that thing that was inside ya did some damage.”
It’s quiet for a moment. Wayne’s hands are big and loose on the dirty knees of his work jeans.
“What did I do?” Steve asks again. Eddie clutches Steve tighter, snuffling as Steve pats his head.
Wayne grimaces, like he wants to protest but he doesn’t. Steve’s glad. He explains Steve disappearing into himself, the men with their guns he helped bury beneath the earth.
Their desperate attempts to bring Steve back. He remembers some of it in flickers, like a home movie of someone else’s life that’s been partially recorded over. A palimpsest. A wound.
Will’s voice reverberating through the darkness with a reverent “save you.” Wayne’s quiet, “my boy.” Eddie’s warbling, “loved you.”
The heat of skin.
A girl.
He doesn’t remember the death, or the shouting, or the pain. Like he’d hidden himself so well that only the light could get in past all that darkness.
Something in him breaks.
“I’m sorry,” he says, unsure of who he’s talking to. Will? Eddie? The people in this room? All those dead strangers? “I’m so sorry.”
“It wasn’t you,” Will says again, tucking himself further into Steve’s chest.
He should push Will and Eddie away. He’s a ticking time bomb, a magnet for all their unfortunes. He’ll drag them both down with him.
But he’s always been weak. He pulls them in, burying his nose in Eddie’s hair and hunkering down.
Eddie starts it. He tugs on his connection to Steve. Steve tugs back, then pulls on Will until they’re all in a constant feedback loop Steve swears he can feel in his heart.
People are dead at his feet. But it’s warm, here in this room with the people he loves best.
He relaxes into the uncomfortable hospital bed, brain fuzzy, skin warm as he falls to sleep, with dreams full of light.
And warmth.
Part 96
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sadclowncentral · 2 years
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you could never understand a warrior's bond (the relationship between a neurodivergent person and wikipedia)
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monsteractialuna · 3 months
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So I'm a massive fan of demon aus and stuff so i ummm made my own demon au 👉👈
I'm not 100% sure if I'm going to write a fic or not for this,, I plan on maybe writing a few chapters, see if I vibe with it, and then post it or leave it in the abyss depending on how I feel when I'm done.
You are a freelance demon hunter with an odd relationship in regards to the demons you hunt. You allow those who kill criminals or the scum of the Earth to go free but hunt and kill those who harm the innocent. You never thought that your work would follow you home, and you certainly never thought that your work would wake you up every morning with pancakes and waffles. Who taught these demons to work a stove?
Some fun facts about the characters and stuff below the read more :)
-Y/n was raised by a demon, hence why they have such an odd relationship with demons. Y/n views them more as people who can make mistakes and less like evil creatures from hell. Y/n allows demons that kill horrible people to live because their Mother was one of those demons, often targeting abusive spouses and partners.
-Sun and Moon used to be one entity but had split decades ago due to a disagreement. They hadn't seen each other since the split until they both broke into Y'n's house.
-Y/n has lost several limbs during their hunts; but since they're on good terms with multiple demons they are always patched back up and made "whole" again. Y/n's mother is constantly on the verge of tearing their face off from stress.
-Since Sun is a plasma demon his body runs extremely hot. He has to maintain constant control of his body temperature or he risks burning everything around him. He also has to control the brightness of his body as if he gets too excited he WILL blind people. Sun smells like ozone before a lightening strike.
-Moon is a demon made entirely of frigid cold water, so just like Sun he has to work to control his body temperature. His natural temperature is extremely cold but if he gets too upset the water that makes up his body could solidify turning to ice. He can freeze the water in the air around him easily. He smells like the ocean during winter.
-Y/n is one of the only demon hunters capable of locking demons into objects. If they cannot kill a demon they will imprison them into an object and keep them in a locked room inside their house. They often put Sun and Moon inside a plasma ball and a snow globe when the two start fighting. Gay demon jail.
-Y/n is capable of using their mother's demonic magic, which is how they are so proficient during hunts. Mother's magic is plant based and helps Y/n control roots, vines, and other flora in their surroundings. The bracelet they wear signifies the bond the two have and Y/n can communicate with their mother through that bond. The bracelet can only be removed if the bond is severed, either through one party dying, both parties agreeing to sever said bond, or a strong enough desire to break free of the bond in some cases.
-Bonds between a demon and a human can come in a few flavors, romantic bonds are symbolized through the demon's solidified magic turning into a ring, familial or friendly bonds are symbolized with a bracelet, and forced bonds are symbolized via a collar around the victims throat.
-Vanessa is Y/n's protegee, after Y/n helped save Vanessa from a forced bond from a demon Vanessa decided she wanted to become a demon hunter to get revenge on the demon who enslaved her. Vanessa doesn't fully believe that demons aren't just evil creatures from hell, but does trust Y/n's judgement.
-The other animatronics are also demons! Y/n is friends with most of them :) Roxanne is a demon that specifically hunts human traffickers, Chica is a demon who hunts people that dump waste into the environment illegally (and then proceeds to consume the dump to ensure the environment isn't too badly effected), Freddy and Bonnie hunt down child abusers and often work as a team to do it, and Monty hunts poachers and exotic animal traffickers.
-Moon falls for Y/n first and falls fast. The minute y/n kicked his ass the first time he was down bad. He makes himself a nuisance to Y/n because he isn't entirely sure how to process these feelings and decides to makes it everybody else's problem. Sun originally just wanted to be friends but as time went on he realized he was falling for Y/n too. While Moon fell in love with you for your ferocity during hunts, Sun falls for your kindness and understanding towards those affected by other demons. Sun absolutely adores your passion and need for justice and it literally makes him swoon.
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moeblob · 11 months
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Mr. Yang is indeed the absolute love of my life. The man I wish would just talk to me as he chaperoned my adventures. Please. I love him so much. I just..... wanna listen to him talk about whatever.
(and I genuinely love how the MC texts him like "what is this" and I do have a silly idea involving that but.... the fact even in canon your character looks at him and goes 'that's a very smart man whom I trust with my life despite him literally knocking me out! I'll just text him!')
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qkmlh · 3 months
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Still ducking hilarious to me that Zoro & Sanji began their beef because they thought the other was misogynistic and it came to a head of no return when Zoro felt his title of ‘Luffy’s specialest boi’ threatened by Sanji’s comment
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changdol · 4 months
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Sunwoo ⎔ Honey (240107 FaceCam)
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