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3/4 Bath Bathroom
Inspiration for a mid-sized timeless 3/4 white tile and subway tile alcove shower remodel with white walls
#white porcelain sink#green matchstick backsplash#frame less enclosure#green accent#subway tile shower#beveled subway tiles#pencil tile
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Bathroom in Philadelphia
Inspiration for a mid-sized timeless 3/4 white tile and subway tile alcove shower remodel with white walls
#pencil tile#pie shelf#frame less enclosure#chrome fixtures#chrome single lever#green matchstick backsplash
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Bathroom in Philadelphia
Inspiration for a mid-sized timeless 3/4 white tile and subway tile alcove shower remodel with white walls
#pencil tile#pie shelf#frame less enclosure#chrome fixtures#chrome single lever#green matchstick backsplash
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Hii pretty girl it's ☄️ againn~ (basically revealing my secret identity muahaha)
I'm sending an ask again because my hobie obsession is not going away anytime soon lol (and I feel like you understand me). One of the things that make him so yummy is his frame, you know what I mean? Like I know he's considered to be a little skinny scrawny stick bug person but have ppl actually looked at him in some frames?? His shoulder span is so wide. It looks so nice I swear, I always imagine rubbing his shoulders and back after a long day. He's also so freakishly tall I feel like he's so used to looking down at people. Personally if he were to look at me like that or lean down to hear me better I would probably fall in love right then and there. Plus this guys is so strong cause of his powers, we literally saw him hold up a bus with sheer arm power. You'd never realize it until you're trying to play fight him and you don't even stand a chance
Hoping to hear your thoughts on it as always 💘 have a wonderful day.
hi stinka! as leader of the hobie brown fan club, i would first and foremost like to say that hobie, is in fact, muscular. he may be just a silly little guy but he’s got some really lean muscles. like, hobie is BUILT beneath his clothes and you don’t notice until you touch him or see him nakey ( i would know ). i’ve never really thought about what his body looks like bc i love him so much. he could be ant sized and id make him an enclosure.
but but but!!!! i went on pinterest and this is like the best idea of what his body looks like in my head c: but obvi black
very lanky but built underneath. and you’d have no idea how strong he is — bc he’s not one to show off until — until he does something INSANE. like, i think the first time you realize he’s really fucking strong is when you’re complaining about something like so random like “my fridge is making this weird noise but i can’t pull it out and look :(((“
and he’s manhandling that shit with ease. he just pulls it right out and stands back there like it’s nothing. talking about “yeah it’s a bit dusty. probably needs a clean” as if he didn’t basically just pick it up and rearrange your whole kitchen.
but he’s so so so so so good with knowing his strength bc he never uses it on you, intentionally, unintentionally. it just doesn’t happen. it’s like his brain has this strength cap and he cannot do anymore than he already is. the only time he’s ever snatching you up fr is if you’re at risk of injury. like if you’re walking on the crosswalk and a car comes speeding and it doesn’t stop. it’ll feel like when you’re running a rope attached to you at full speed and it gives up. it’s so sudden you can’t say anything, much less react.
and he is big! not like width but horizontally. he takes up a lot of space. even his general aura takes up space. idk he’s just hobie. you know he walked in the room bc you just do. it’s also very hard to miss him when his head pokes up over the top of the crowd 💀.
don’t get me wrong though, he is a lanky little telephone pole. he just has some really subtle muscles that no one noticed until he’s pulling his limbs a certain way and they ripple and cause creases in his tight ass clothes.
#⋆ ·˚ ༘₊· ̗̀ 💌 ••• ⁀➷ 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 . . .#goose#hobie brown#hobie x black!reader#astv hobie#hobie x reader#hobie x y/n
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My last snippet stirred up some interest, so here's another piece of that same story! This snippet is the prologue. Once I have more written, I intend to post it to AO3.
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“Are you sure you want to go in there alone?”
“He won't talk if anyone comes with me,” Remus responds, ducking away from his father's smothering hands clamped to his shoulders. “I'll be fine. Just trust me.”
Lyall sends an uneasy glance to his wife, Hope, and she nods. “Let him go, Ly. The boy couldn't hurt him even if he wanted to.”
Lyall hesitates a moment longer, chewing on his lip, before exhaling in defeat and standing back. “Alright. Alright. Just… just make sure Protego is enabled. Full coverage, nothing less. Stay back at least two feet from the bars. And shout if something goes wrong. Understood?”
“Yes, dad,” Remus mumbles.
“We'll be right here on the other side of the door.”
“I know.”
“Be careful.”
There's no need, Remus isn't in any real danger here, but he nods anyway. “Of course, dad. Always.”
The Sentinel at the door, clad in the trademarked black robes fitted with leather braces, winding belts, armored chestplate, and sturdy knee-length boots, waves his wand when Remus steps forward, unlatching the magical locks. The door creaks open on metal hinges.
Remus walks inside, trying to keep his head inclined in a show of bravery. But when it clanks shut behind him, he can't help jumping slightly.
A voice chuckles from the shadows. “You're like a cat.”
In spite of everything, Remus feels his heart perk up. “Symptom of a bubble-wrapped childhood,” he responds to the shadows, eyes scanning the room before him. There is a metal holding cell taking up just over half of the room, bars humming softly with anti-magic enchantments. Huddled on the floor in the corner of the cell, Remus finally spots him.
Sirius. He's dressed in traditional black wizard's robes that must have belonged to his father because they appear to be a size too large. His long black hair is loose and disheveled, dull strands framing his tired, beautiful face. He regards Remus with wary silver eyes from his seat on the stone floors.
“They let you come in alone?”
“Not without a massive fight,” Remus admits. “My dad didn't want to let me.”
“I'm sure he didn't.”
“He thinks you're too dangerous.” Remus says this with a hint of accusation.
“Maybe I am,” Sirius says flatly. He looks down at his hands, secured tightly with silver manacles. “How long has it been?”
“Three months.”
Sirius nods distantly. “My parents?”
Remus frowns. “Already sent away for reconditioning.”
Sirius’ expression darkens. “Regulus?”
Remus’ heart suddenly starts racing. “Him, too,” he lies. “They'll be assigned jobs soon.”
“Jobs,” Sirius scoffs without emotion. “Call it what it is, Remus. Your mum can't hear you on this side of the door.”
“It's better than death,” Remus points out.
“No, it's not. I'd rather be dead than sent to one of those horrible labor camps,” Sirius snaps. “And if you had any magic of your own, you'd agree.”
“You know that I agree,” Remus retorts. “But you went rogue. I don't know if I can get you out of this.”
Sirius pulls himself to his feet and limps over to the cell door. “Then break me out.”
“I can't.”
“All I need is a Spellcom,” Sirius insists, leaning against the bars imploringly. “Give me yours and tell them I nicked it.”
Remus takes a step back. “Sirius, I really can't.”
“Yes, you can. Just give me the damn Spellcom.”
“You murdered 12 people,” Remus bursts out, unable to contain it any longer. “Their families are outside right now calling for your head! One of the victims was a ten year old girl, Sirius. She was at the zoo with her granny, and now they're both dead because of you!”
Sirius’ expression turns to stone, hands slowly lowering from the bars. “That wasn't my fault,” he mutters coldly. “Dragons are meant to be dangerous and wild and free, not locked up in an enclosure to be gawked at by crowds of muggles. Their own disrespect for the beasts is what got them killed.”
“You let them out! As far as the law is concerned, their blood is on your hands.”
Sirius laughs with harsh contempt. “Godric, listen to you. Always the coward. I knew you were too soft to do what needed to be done.” He returns to his shadowy corner and eases himself back to the floor with a grimace. “Just go. You're worthless to me here.”
This stings. Remus swallows it back, resolve crumbling. “I wanted to help,” he whispers. “I thought we were going to do this together.”
“You would have just held me back,” Sirius says heartlessly. “You're too weak and spoiled. You wouldn't know courage if it slapped you across the face.”
“That's why you left me in the dark?” Remus guesses, heart splintering. “You didn't think I could handle it?”
“If you could, you'd hand over your Spellcom right now,” Sirius responds challengingly. He holds Remus’ gaze for a long moment, waiting, before snorting derisively. “See? You'll watch them ship me away before you ever grow some semblance of a fucking spine.”
Remus feels helpless. He wants to do it. He wants to reach into his pocket to hand over his Spellcom like Sirius is demanding. But there are so many Sentinels outside, he would never make it. And when he finds out that Regulus didn't survive, he'll get himself killed before ever letting them bring him back here alive.
Sirius is a ticking bomb, prepared to blow himself to bits if it means he'll at least get to die as a free man. Remus can't let it happen. He can't live in a world that doesn't include Sirius. Why couldn't Sirius have realized that before he did this stupid thing without him?
Remus can't think of any other way out of this now. Sirius dug his grave too deep this time. Even with all the power and influence of the Lupin family at their disposal, they can't make this stain vanish.
There's no other solution. Remus can't let Sirius live out the rest of his days in a labor camp, and he can't let him get himself killed in a violent escape attempt. Which leaves him with only one option.
Remus turns to leave without another word. He knocks on the door, and the Sentinel posted outside opens it at once. As he steps through the threshold, Sirius jeers one final insult at his retreating back. “Pathetic.”
The door slams shut. Remus feels the word curling around his chest, settling there along with all the vitriol and contempt with which it was uttered. Searing him from the inside.
“Are you okay?” his father frets straight away, eyes darting all over his son's body for any sign of damage.
Remus waves him away and lifts his head to face his mother with grave determination. “I would like to have Sirius Black reconditioned into my own personal Sentinel.”
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Political power grows from the barrel of a gun
To make any material difference in the world, all actions of political-economy are backed by the implicit or explicit threat of violence.
Make no mistake. The birth and maintenance of capitalism is soaked with the blood of the workers, slaves, indigenous peoples, and minorities needed to keep it going. Enclosure was a violent process that forcefully made serfs into landless proletarian workers using the military or the threat of military force to take common land. The mass enslavement of Africans and seizure of land from indigenous Africans and Americans required great violence backed by bourgeois states' institutions. To keep capitalism going today requires the bombing of every Latin American country; the genocide of Congolese, Palestinians, Sudanese; The manufacturing of forever-wars around the world; the inundation of plantations and sweatshops in the global south. A ten dollar t-shirt costs less than a dollar to make and ship. The super profits go, of course, to the bourgeoisie who run the imperialist states.
This all? It is violence. It is no different from mass murder. You don't frame it as such because you're thinking from a liberal framework; where property rights are tantamount to the holy testament of the gods. Where the maintenance of private property justifies any violence as holy, necessary, righteous, and most importantly, non-violent.
SN: AZ27
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In my constant state of unceasing unemployment and desperation for some sort of enrichment for my enclosure, I have stumbled across an insanely well done otome game called 'lovebrush chronicles'.
A couple things to note:
1. The name of the game has zero to do with the game so don't let it throw you lmfao
2. It is less otome and more "holy shit this story is bananas for what this game is supposed to be????"
3. The story is fucking bananas and goes harder than it has any right to for this sort of genre imo
4. Amazing art, like seriously
5. Music is awesome??? I find myself just sitting there listening to it the whole way through before going to the next frame sometimes, like it's that good.
6. Has a card fighting system that actually works well
7. A gazillion side stories linked to which cards/paintings you pull.
8. Oh yeah the protagonist is an artist and she's pretty rad
9. Why does this story go so hard in places what the fuck????
10. A genuinely chill and peaceful game, like some of the home areas are just actually really a relief, they're so lovely to just *exist* in, zero stress, how did they pull that off
Bonus: not a single ad to be found anywhere ever (god bless, i am so sick to fucking death of ads)
So yeah, if you are looking for a neat and unique RPG where you as the main have a ton of agency plus some nice moments here and there, plus all of the above I've mentioned, give it a go! And then tell me who you are in the notes so we can be friends! 🤣
Here is a selection of some of the nice paintings there!
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Arguments
Chapter 3 of Be My Guest now up on AO3
Enrichment? In this enclosure? I think not.
Still, it can't hurt to be a little soft.
"You will not enter the kitchen again." Raphael's verdict is final and Tav fumes.
They have been doing good work there. The Feast Hall is always packed with food that nobody eats. It makes sense to have the pieces nobody can reach replaced by dummies. It also makes sense to swap some items for stuff Tav likes and let them eat it at the end of the day before it goes bad. Not that anybody talks about the eating bit.
I to do in your presumptuous opinion?" Tav puts their hands on their hips, rising to full height. "You are dashing to and fro in your little war and I can't even change the menu?"
"It is not a little war." The devil's patience strains; he has more important things to do than argue with an unhappy human. Unfortunately, that human enabled his current sweep through Avernus. Zariel will fall first. And then – then the other rulers of hell would find themselves at his mercy. The future looks bright.
Raphael forces his thoughts back to the unpleasant present. The human still glares at him as if it was his fault they are stuck. Fury flares for a second. Two deals that irrelevant pup made, and neither with him. He feels a snarl rise, even though he knows that won't improve the situation any. But really, who is to blame?
"None of this would have happened, if you had just taken my deal."
"I didn't need your deal. I did great on my own."
"You broke into my House."
"You could just have let me go!"
"Have you listened to yourself recently?" Raphael spits. "Let me do whatever I please and then let me go scot-free and all will be fine."
"Oh no." Tav presses a hand to their heart. "I sound exactly like you. Don't like it? Better get rid of every mirror in this place."
"Be glad I do not cast you out," the devil growls. "The Crown of Karsus is mine. There is no changing that. The crusade against Zariel goes exceedingly well. Soon the other devils will fall in line. Isn't that what you counted on?"
"I am bored out of my skull here!"
"Well, leave," Raphael returns. "I am sure you won't have a thought to spare once my dear father gets his claws into you."
To his surprise, Tav actually turns on their heels and leaves. He watches them until they are out of sight. But the human is making a bee-line for the foyer. Raphael rumbles to himself. It is none of his business if the foolish mortal wants to risk their soul. Better Mephistopheles have theirs than his.
Memories from his short interlude at his father's mercy crash into Raphael like a wave. Yeah, definitely better anybody than him. Another memory stabs through the desperate pain. Tav. Standing before his father as if it meant nothing, negotiating for his life.
A frustrated grunt falls from his lips as he turns to follow the foolish human. Mephistopheles' whims are not something to wish on your worst enemy, much less somewhat of an ally.
He finds the foyer undisturbed. The circle into Baldur's Gate is not active. Maybe he is too late. Raphael takes a deep breath. And in the silence of the room, a small sob squeaks from behind one of the soul pillars. He tilts his head but there is no other sound. Just as Raphael turns to leave, the tiny noise repeats. High, and constricted as if somebody worked very hard on not letting it escape.
For a moment Raphael considers getting Haarlep and let the incubus deal with the problem. With a snap of his fingers, he turns into his human form. Less threatening, less aggressive. It may help to keep things calm. Raphael walks around the first pillar to finds the space behind it empty.
Tav wouldn't chose a place close to the doors to hide so he turns to the pillars framing the windows. Of course, the first he chooses to inspect is not hiding his paladin.
He finds them curled up around their knees behind the last pillar. Tav ’s body shakes violently and it looks eerie without any sound coming form the wretched creature. Tav doesn't notice the spectator, caught up completely in their misery.
"Listen."
Tav's head shoots up. They stare at the devil glaring down at them and try to scoot around the pillar.
"None of that now." Raphael crouches and ends their scrabbling with a firm grip on Tav's shoulder. "You didn't leave and I am grateful for that. You deserve better than eternal suffering at my father's hands."
Red rimmed eyes look at him. The whole face is red and somewhat soggy. But Tav's hands stay clutched around their ankles, a desperate attempt to protect themself. Raphael wants nothing more than to send them to clean up. Some bodily fluids are exquisite, but tears and snot are not. At least not when they don't come form some delicate from of torture.
"What do you want, Tav," he finally asks with a sigh. Deals are the easiest form to deal with people after all.
"I don't know." The words are small and despondent. "But there is nothing I can occupy myself with here. I am going crazy, Raphael. I am ready to bite the walls. I need something to do or I might just deliver myself to Mephistopheles out of desperation."
"And Haarlep is not a solution?" Raphael puts as much persuasion into the words as he can. Still Tav shakes their head.
"Haarlep is very single-minded and the one thing on their mind is sex." Tav sighs and releases their legs. "I need something to occupy my mind. And you are gone more often than here." A dry laugh wrings free from their lips.
"I have a war to lead," Raphael says softly. "What time I have is yours already."
"It is nothing."
"It is all there is." His words are firm.
"My day has so many hours. ” Tav leans back against the pillar and closes their red eyes. "So many hours, Raphael. I considered helping out your debtors."
"Please don't." The words come without thinking. But it gives the devil an idea. Somehow, some way he needs to find a way to utilise Tav. Anything within theses walls is a welcome change. He regards the paladin for a moment. "I will find you distractions if you will hold it together."
Tav sends him a tired look. "Deal."
Raphael smiles and stands. "Deal. Now get up and-" he trails off uncertain what the proper procedure is.
Tav helps out by reaching up with their hands. The devil takes them and pulls the human upright. For a moment, Tav simply regards their hands, not showing any signs of letting go. "I thought it would be easier," they admit without looking up.
"Noting is easy when devils are involved." Raphael raises Tav's chin with a finger. At least they try to smile. "A lesson you may want to learn quickly."
For a moment it seems as if Tav will lean into his chest. Raphael finds himself strangely disappointed when they pull back instead. But he rolls with it putting one hand on the small of their back to guide them back towards the house.
"Maybe I should just stop dealing with devils." Tav smiles lopsided. "When this is all over."
"I will hate to lose m favourite house guest. But am very open to welcoming my new favourite client."
Tav laughs. From the tear-streaked face it's a sad outburst. "You wish." The smile morphs into something more genuine.
"I plan," Raphael counters. "And that you brought me the Crown of Karsus from your own free will tells me that there is something to work with in here." He puts his index fingers against Tav's temple.
"Heh." For a moment Tav leans into the touch. “I thought you'd like me if I did that."
Tav doesn't notice that the devil, rooted to the spot, doesn't follow as they return into the House of Hope.
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i can't believe i got beaten to shishido teice for shame (sending the ask a clean six hours after you reblogged it from me)
i'll shake it up a little though: 6, 7, 12 and 23 for tsuruno and/or arakawa :]
IT'S OKAY HOMIE thank you very much for writing in and for introducing variety to my enclosure <3 I will answer for both because I cannot pick favorites even if you put a gun to my head <3
CHARACTER ASK GAME!!! 💫
6. What's something you have in common with this character?
Tsuruno: The way it doesn't come naturally to him to really make an effort to connect with with more than one person at a time to the detriment of his other relationships, no matter how he feels about the others or what his evaluation of his standing with them is. I struggle with that a lot...
Arakawa: Uhhhhh mommy issues <3 LMAO the scene with his mother in the dressing room had me Looking Away bro the depiction hit sooo close to home...
7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
Tsuruno: I've really been enjoying the way Gaiden's introduced more people to Yamaguchi's work as an actor and how much fun everyone's been having with his other roles and incorporating stuff from them into their depictions of Tsuruno! I think Yamaguchi's super underrated (and unfortunately his talent doesn't fully come through as Tsuruno due to the motion capture being done by others), so it's been nice to see people come to appreciate him.
Arakawa: I feel like you kind of have to pay close attention to Arakawa and his journey to fully enjoy him as a character, so although he's not the most popular character out there, the stuff people do make for him is almost always on-point... delicious fucking food...
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
Tsuruno: Complete and Utter Dog Person... I need one of Yamaguchi's dogs to make a cameo soooooo bad...
Arakawa: He's a Kaomoji User to me... probably doesn't use them as much as when he first discovered them but everyone's super thrown off getting texts or emails from him for the first time because of the gap moe...
23. Favorite picture of this character?
Tsuruno: You don't really get the full effect from this framing but I felt like SUCH a Victorian gentleman seeing an ankle during this scene it's not even funny... there's definitely other Tsuruno moments I love, but I think I'll love them more once I get to them in my sunglasses-less mod playthrough!
Arakawa: Literally my favorite picture period I don't caaaaaaare this is one of the sexiest shots in the franchise AND THE GAME AIN'T EVEN OUT YET
#asks#gaslightgatekeepgodot#yakuza like a dragon#like a dragon gaiden#like a dragon infinite wealth#like a dragon 8#yuki tsuruno#masumi arakawa#i struggle to really say anything positive about tsuruno's portrayal in fanworks-#-that applies exclusively to him and not to his relationship with shishido#well. i struggle to say anything positive about tsuruno's portrayal in fanworks period LMAOOO#<- wrote a 1600 word essay on how i feel about the fanfics i've read so far (which is all of them) (they ruined my life) (neutral)#i really love all the depictions of tsuruno spoiling shishido and kind of teaching him how to be a person again#and his insecurity about why shishido would want Some Old Guy like him out of anyone and stuff... but this ain't about shishi#For Once. For Once This Ain't About Shishi#also sorry all my hcs are based on the actors or on other roles i don't have a creative bone in my body we know this#snap's redraw of that arakawa pic is my icon teehee...
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Boos & Brews Night (Wildlife Safari)
Saturday night Terry and I ventured to the annual Boos and Brews night at Wildlife Safari in Winston, Oregon. It turned out to be a pricey evening, but we did have fun as we always do when together. The Wildlife Safari staff typically decorate with lights around the village, and put up the appropriate decorations around the viewing pens of those animals inside the village and not on the drive thru. They had created a nice ambiance for the Halloween holiday arriving soon.
As you walk in, there are smaller creatures in a pen set off in the back portion of the village. The animals in this area are especially for children to see, pet, and enjoy. The enclosure next to the petting zoo houses owls, snakes, tamarins, and different species of birds. Tonight everything along the path was lit in an array of rainbow colors, each covering the trunk of a tree or framing a skeleton in a tree or sitting on a bench.
I petted a small donkey, a miniature horse and a goat or two, then we moved on toward the middle section to capture pictures of Halloween decor. Cobwebs, witches hats, candles, and black cats were hung from trees and pressed into the dark recesses of a tree trunk. The lights added an ambiance of the upcoming holiday.
The dance floor under the dome on the opposite of the village was filled with lights, loud music, and people who appear to be having the most fun. As we walked closer, I could tell why they looked happier. There were four tables with different types of beer and wine for sale. A large dance floor was at the ready. Terry and I perused the beer tables. He chose his favorite and asked for one.
We headed out in search of other events happening around the park. Turning on my flashlight app on my phone was a must! The path was dark which added to the eerie feeling. Off in the distance, you could hear the roars and growls of the lions in their fenced area. The sound of the snarling and roaring of the amazingly large kitties made your skin crawl. It was quite frightening to hear them so close, yet you knew they were behind fences. Or at least you hoped.
Terry and I ventured off to the cougar enclosure, where we saw a group of folks watching something inside the pen. One of the employees had a large flashlight and was shining it into the setting. The beautiful cat came into view. It was tough snapping the right shot of the cougar, since it was so dark in this corner of the park, even with the light provided by the staff. Terry and I were making attempts at getting a good shot, but to no avail. Finally Terry yelled, "Walk toward the light," which threw me into a fit of laughter.
Now kitties do what they want to do. This pertains to the larger cat family as well. Staff members said the cougar's name was Rogue. He got the name because of the area in which he was found. Roaming around the Rogue River area, he was brought to the safari to be cared for and protected. Rogue was throwing something up in the air, tossing it, turning it over and over in the grass, then placing it in his paws, rolling on his back and kicking it as he brought his hind feet up to meet his front paws. The staff member moved the flashlight over a bit and it dawned on me the "thing" he was throwing around was a rabbit.
We watched the cat play around with his rabbit for a while, making feeble attempts to snag that one picture or video that would allow us to place it on the blog. Terry finally achieved as good of a video as we could get, using what little light was available and his Samsung Galaxy 22 camera.
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All in all, I would say the trip to the Wildlife Safari Boos and Brews went pretty well. The music was great. The DJ was playing popular sounds such as, "Hit Me With Your Best Shot," and "Uptown Funk," and we can't forget the classic, "Thriller". The group of folks there at the time were smaller in number to keep it simple, fun, and less crowded. All in all, visitors were being quite friendly and pleasant to each other. Another good adventure, great memory, and my favorite way to spend time, another great time was had with Terry as company.
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My next big pet expense is another 4x2 shelving unit, this time one of the ones with metal cross bracing instead of just plyboard fitting into a frame. Then Freak and Ricearoni for sure can go on it, that corner of my pet room will be a little less crowded, and Boots’ enclosure can go on the floor where Ricearoni’s stand currently is. And I can also use it for additional storage.
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B A R I C H A R A | 2 0 2 3 | Fujifilm200
The serious effects of global warming have led to a return to ancestral bio-construction techniques, including Bahareque, which is ecological, bioclimatic, earthquake-resistant and acoustic. As a sustainable housing solution in the countryside and poor urban areas, but also for new cultural, tourist and recreational projects due to its adaptability to modern bio-design.
In Barichara, the bahareque has always been integrated with tapia pisada, being used for the division of common areas, because they take up less space. For the enclosure of Caneyes, construction of country houses, cabins, corrals, etc.
Bahareque construction begins with the digging of trenches in the ground, where wooden or guadua columns are placed to support a frame woven from sticks and cane. This is filled with stones and covered with mud.
The mud is prepared beforehand. It is wet and mixed by kicking it with the feet or with the help of oxen, until it acquires the right plasticity. It is then mixed with straw, sawdust or bagasse to give it more adherence.
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@wildskissed cont.
Of course he had tracks to cover when they happened to lead inside the tent of one particular spitfire. Less because she was a spitfire and more because she happened to be an elf...an unfortunate fact that would have the rest of the camp with re-opened stitches they'd only gotten in the first place after one of them thought it rather amusing to leave an open copy of elven themed smut near his bedroll. He had his suspicions, sure...but he wasn't taking any more chances to invite camp gossip over what got him his jollies, because it certainly wasn't elves! Though a good bullying session with one was another matter-
As he ducked under the flap of her tent, he made sure not to linger in the opening. A hulking frame like his could be spotted easily with just about every pair of dark vision miles off. That was the only driving force that ushered him inside without an initial fuss or a contemplative pause that would have to ripen first with the color in his cheeks before he dared press ahead.
"You gotta sound so confident 'bout it, huh?" He grumbled, resisting the urge to turn round and peek out again when her musings invited a brief flutter of panic in the midst of an aggressive patter of the half-orc's heart against it's oversized cage. "Ya say that like you wouldn't need to stuff your pockets with rocks to even leave tracks-" And it didn't just take a once over to tell; he'd toted her around well enough. Hazel hues travelled down once he felt her slim fingers curl in his sleeves and guide him further from the entrance. His breath hitched, but he swallowed quickly to mask it while the tadpoles in his gut found reason to flutter about with their dark and damp enclosure slowly heating up.
He gave in to the coaxing enough to press in a little further until he detected the silk of her robe brushed against a splotched sliver of his midriff left exposed between two compartments of his armor. "And what -" Birvor inquired, voice a deep rumble in his chest as if the proximity required the extra discretion. "E'zactly can ya do for makin' this sneakin' uh'bout any more toler'ble?" In his tone, a hint of caution remained, knowing who he was dealing with...though playing with fire seemed to embolden him enough to partake in a harsh inhale just directly above the thinner hairs ghosting her forehead.
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YEAH. Gregory is a FANTASTIC character and I wonder what his motivations and backstory are like to make him that way but there are certain characters that make me feel like a bird got into the house and is flying around erratically above my head. Gregory is one of them.
LUFFY IS GENUINELY SCARY BECAUSE HE'S A SUPERPOWERED 14 YEAR OLD AND HE'S GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS (AND WILL ANNOUNCE AS MUCH BEFOREHAND!!) IF HE JUST DOESN'T LIKE YOUR VIBES OR PERHAPS YOU ARE IN THE WAY OF HIM KICKING SOMEONE ELSE'S ASS. HE'S BATSHIT CRAZY BUT DOESN'T MEAN ANY HARM. HE'S LIKE GOKU, HE HAS A GOAL HE'S GONNA REACH AND IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU'RE IN THE WAY BECAUSE HE'LL EITHER BEFRIEND OR FIGHT YOU TO GET THERE. I DON'T LIKE THAT HIS MOUTH OPENS SO WIDE AND, UNRELATEDLY, THAT HIS GUMS ARE VISIBLE MOST OF THE TIME. HE'S SPOOKY.
GREGGY BOYE WON AGAINST SIX ADVANCED ANIMATRONICS, ONE OF WHICH IS AN ABSOLUTELY GIGANTIC SPIDER, ALL OF WHICH ARE SMARTER THAN YOUR'S TRULY YES EVEN MONTY. YES EVEN MINI MUSIC MAN. We're NOT counting Sun because he wasn't ACTIVELY trying to kill Gregory he's just a bad babysitter. Gregory is also very small and scrawny for his age. AND HE STILL WON AGAINST PROLIFIC CHILD MURDERER PEEPAW WILLY AND HIS SCARY APPRENTICE VANNY/VANESSA WHO IS A TRAINED NIGHTGUARD AND HAS SCARY GLITCH SUPERPOWERS. And did I mention he's even younger than Luffy???? I don't actively fear Gregory but I acknowledge that he's BY DEFINITION a very scary kid. Less Scary than Luffy and Venti, mind you, because he's mostly just scared and trying to survive but his relationship with Freddy is very sweet and I love that in one of the endings he kept Freddy's head and freed Vanessa AND THEY ALL HAD SOME ICE CREAM TOGETHER AND WATCHED THE SUN RISE. I LOVE FOUND FAMILY. HE JUST NEEDS ENRICHMENT IN HIS ENCLOSURE AND THEN HE'LL STOP DISMEMBERING THE GLAMROCKS I PROMISE.
I'M NOT SURE WHY I FEAR VENTI FROM GENSHIN. PROBABLY BECAUSE VENTI IS BASICALLY JOHN CARPENTER'S THE THING™ AND I JUST. DON'T LIKE VENTI. ANCIENT GOD-THING LIVING IN IT'S FAVORITE BLORBO'S BODY. ABSOLUTELY NOT. NO THANK YOU. NO HATE TOWARDS PEOPLE WHO DO LIKE VENTI, ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS LOVES VENTI, BUT I JUST DON'T LIKE THEM. I CHECK UNDER THE BED BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP TO MAKE SURE VENTI ISN'T THERE AND CAN'T GET ME. SCARIEST CHARACTER IN THIS WHOLE LIST.
I don't know if anyone here watches Dimension 20, but if you do, you may have seen the Sugarplum Fairy from A Crown Of Candy, Dungeon Mastered by Brennan Lee Mulligan. He plays this character very well, and her whole thing is that she's a fairy, but she's incredibly powerful and wise, a very very old creature and her true form seems a little further beyond the average human's capabilites of understanding something larger than them, verging into Cosmic Horror/Biblically Accurate Angel territory. But she smiles and flutters around and pretends to be a very cute harmless fairy, she's ethereally beautiful and wants to help the main cast achieve their goal and is going to help them, thank The Bulb for that.
There's also Baron from The Baronies from the same show, during the Fantasy High campaign. Baron feeds off of one of the character's fears and insecurities, they want to be real but are made entirely from lies, and it torments Rizz Gukgak with Rizz's own words in its odd ethereal way. Baron is clearly something that is not human/real/worldly but is doing everything in it's power to seem real and part of Rizz's world, but is also doing it all wrong. Baron, unlike the Sugarplum Fairy, is not kind and in fact drags Rizz into the mirror world by his neck using strength he should not have in his tiny skeletal frame.
The reason I bring this up is because both of these characters remind me of Venti. Venti is otherworldly and is trying SO HARD to appear human, and while I respect that and understand Venti's struggles on a personal level, I still find him deeply scary as a concept. I would say the same for Zhongli, but Zhongli doesn't seem to be trying to appear human either. He reminds me of Paarthurnax, truth be told. He is a very old and tired dragon man, and wants the current strife he's in to be over so he can go sit on his giant dragon porch and drink some tea. Venti is that "Hello Fellow Kids" meme but Venti is just as ancient as Zhongli and still has Sickly Victorian Era Orphan energy at the same time?? Fascinating character, 10/10 makes my skin crawl.
#bug barks#chaireem#REMINDER THIS IS MY PERSONAL OPINION AND I'M BEING A LITTLE SILLY. VENTI IS A GREAT CHARACTER HE JUST ALSO SCARES THE SHIT OUTTA ME#LUFFY TOO. GREGORY IS VAGUELY THREATENING BUT NOT SCARY
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He could see why one might take the lapse in action as hesitance on his part, especially after the golden flash of light that so often foretold of a coming transformation settled heavy in the wood elf's guarded gaze. Only this time, instead of the transitional phase of gnarled limbs and the cracking and resetting of bone structure- only subtle as it was brief, Halsin remained rooted to the spot he'd taken up in one of the four doorways leading from the temple corridor to one of what he could only assume was of many inner sanctums. Four entry points on roughly the same plane with no discernable exit point from behind seemed a rather odd choice as far as architecture went, though it was not his place to ponder on the meanings behind ancient, Sharran dwellings. Granted, he wouldn't have the means to ponder on the idea much longer even if it would have settled in like the dust about the place after they'd made a hasty retreat into the odd nook once the then floor (now ceiling) had crumbled beneath their feet.
Well...'their' as in both he and the unfortunate tail-end of their line of explorers, and 'unfortunate' if only because the front of the brigade had possession of the moon-lantern whose light did not seem to want to follow the two that the earth had swallowed. The shadows would not complain about that. "Quickly-our backs to the enclosure!" He had not delayed a moment in stirring upon impact even while still finding his footing in the rubble of the lower floor, knowing too well how quickly the shadows of the curse could take hold like roots pushed up from the ground and eager to snag any attempt at retreat. From what he recalled upon their plunge into the shadow-cursed lands thus far, it was Shadowheart who seemed thoroughly unbothered by the dark hunger within the curse most, and yet for all of her grace, it would not serve to shelter the storm of the shadows that wished for his blood to finally join those he had failed to bring home some odd century ago. "-I must shut them out before they take hold-" The others would find them, to that he had little doubt...but there simply was no time to wait on a rescue mission lest he be torn to shreds from darkness that would seep into veins and then painfully razor outwards.
Once within the enclave of many doors, he briefly focused on her command that stood out amongst the emptiness he'd welcomed to invite full concentration to the matter at hand. There was a temporary way to protect himself from the curse outside of the light...the same manner in which his misguided successor had sought to shield the grove in her delusions, though on a less permanent scale thanks to him being the only druid in the room. Doing so alone and with no guarantee of rescue would be a death sentence. A steady exhale and a twitch of shoulders was about the only response he could muster to the cleric as his eyes continued to glow golden in the dark like the many flashing gazes of nocturnal beasts. The ground rumbled questionably, but he remained rooted to the spot as the magic within his chest swelled with each concentrated effort. Think of nothing...be nothing - nothing but a way of closing this space off from the world. Hide it from everything and hide within it. The druid's thoughts pulsed as mindless as a heartbeat that from one final, throbbing pulse- emerged a great row of thorns and vines erupting from the cracks in the floor about his feet and spreading into a wall that spanned all four doors.
"Spinae rituale-"
Though, unlike a regular wall of thorns, this particular wall kept spreading wider and thickening to fill each door frame twice over and more with vines as thick as the Archdruid's arms. Together, they wound round each other in intricate knots that sought to choke out every bit of air and space and hints of light between them. There was no stepping back from the spreading Oaken Father's embrace either seeing as its source of evocation had already sealed his feet to the floor with the first layer of vines. Though, when the stake like thorns began to erupt about to help solidify the room's defenses, Halsin did not move even when sharp edges speared at him and ripped parts of his druid gear with wooden daggers. The portions of flesh revealed along with the journey from his neck to his jawline were of a stiff, oakish gray bark that only further helped stabilize him in the midst of the thorn rite.
By the time the burning, black flames of the curse had begun nibbling away at the outside of the barricade of thorns, Halsin was already fully integrated into the living wall, though the glow in his gaze dulled ever so slightly as he stared ahead at some fixated point beyond the gleam of her armor. Until the others came with the lantern, he could hold steady against the curse eating through to him as an apple core did against an inchworm. Perhaps the rite would outlast a short rest or even two.
The vines continued to squeeze tight and wrench against themselves to the creaking and grinding whisper of a thought grown over and sealed in a thicket's shadows: 'who am I in your temple?'
#//sorry i kinda just drabbled an idea i had >w<#//i like the idea that the rite of thorns basically barkskinned everybody and then grew around them and they all become actual forest#//or somethin'...but this is a less drastic/perm revision of it#//him becoming bear is one thing...him literally embodying the oak father? yessss please#long post#nerimoi
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