#pocketed

[neonthewrite]

Grey Landing (Part 7)

Today's prompt is "Home", and it's another one of the few I had plans for from the very start of the month. We're back with Isaac and his buddies(?) the giant fishermen. At least one of them seems like a possible buddy, right? Right?

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

(Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

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The giants still had to get their fishing haul somewhere. Isaac knew this. He knew that the giant that had caught him would need both hands for this task. He certainly wouldn’t waste time getting precious about some strange critter he found.

Of course, it still took him by surprise to be deposited quickly in one of the pockets on the giant’s vest.

“Oi!” he yelped, flinching as the hand around him lowered him only partially into the pocket before opening up. He fell a few feet, though thankfully not into a deep pouch that could be closed over him. He actually had to hunch a bit to settle in the pocket without feeling like he’d tip out the front of it.

It wasn’t a moment too soon. His apparent caretaker stooped a moment later to grab the handles on one of the fish coolers he and his companion had filled for their fishing trip, and Isaac groaned from the sudden downward rush. While he gripped the edge of the pocket so hard his hands turned pale, the giant paused. One of his large hands lifted to hover near the pocket. “Sgu bid dryu, nun?”

Before Isaac could ponder the attempt at a soothing tone, the other giant barked from the end of the dock, scowling back with his own cooler in his hands. “Clei!”

The younger giant‒was Clei his name, or was the other giant cussing at him?‒huffed out a sigh. “Me stunt, trufus!” He gave up on Isaac for the moment, roughly grabbing the cooler and heaving it up. With his backpack and fishing poles on his back, Isaac wondered for a second if he would tip backwards.

“Careful, lad,” Isaac cautioned him. Luckily for both of them, though, the giant gained his footing and headed towards the impatient giant waiting just off the dock. The other had a lantern hanging off his much smaller pack, and the glow from it splashed across the grey beach and lit his face from beneath like some ghoulish stage makeup. When they reached the end of the dock, the older giant shot the vest pocket and its occupant a glare that was only deepened by the lighting. 

As if Isaac needed another reason not to like the man. He wasn’t the type to spook easily, but that guy didn’t make it easy to ignore the vast differences between them.

The giants trudged along the beach in the dark, and Isaac imagined his poor boat splintering under an enormous boot. There was no point in trying to stop them; they didn’t understand him and it might just make that older bastard toss him into the waves after all.

If he got away from them, he could see about coming back to look for his boat. If it’d even be seaworthy after the abuse it had already endured to get him this far.

As it was, he focused instead on the fact that they were headed for an opening in the trees. As they came closer, he saw a more obvious footpath, one that would be like a broad dirt avenue to his scale. He also noticed with some discomfort that the trees at the edge of the shore were mere saplings and they still stood about as tall as he’d expect of a fully grown tree. Which meant the trees beyond them were taller and broader than any he’d ever seen before.

He’d heard tales of trees like this out in California. He’d never sailed there before. He couldn’t be sure if those redwoods would stand up to the towers that grew all around him and the already-towering giants. The texture of the bark, the leaves, even the broken twigs from their passage, were highlighted by the lantern in stark contrast. Every shadow loomed larger than anything he’d ever seen, and in the distance creatures could be heard chattering in the woods. Wandering off this well-worn path would be a deathwish. If there were giant people here, there would be giant creatures.

The perspective wormed its way into his head. Isaac had never thought of himself as a small man, coming from a strong sailor on one side and a sturdy farm woman on the other, but here, huddled in a pocket with a fishhook stashed away as a weapon, he was small. He was on the way to a giant’s home, on a giant mountain among giant trees. Little more than the ship rat he’d playacted for the whole fishing trip.

He remembered seeing the cabin from out on the waves, back before he’d recognized the scale of things. What had originally looked like a cozy little abode was surely a cathedral of wood and smoke. And it was probably home to more than just the two giants that had found him.

Isaac was going to have to be watchful. At least one of the giants he’d met so far had no love for him at all, and he couldn’t be sure if that was the common sentiment on this bizarre mountain island.

Coulda washed up on Maui, or the Cape. Instead I’m stuck with whatever this is.

He settled in a bit. They’d reach the cabin soon enough, and then he’d have yet more giant nonsense to contend with.

#gtjuly #gtjuly2023 #mywriting #gt #g/t #g/t handheld #pocketed #giant tiny #handheld #giant sailor #language barrier #isaac grey

[sucka99]

#Arsenal #ArsenalFC #ARSMNC #Saliba #Gabriel #Haaland #pocketed

[beyond-mogai-pride-flags]

Pocketing Pride Flag

Stashing, or pocketing: when one person in a relationship makes the conscious decision to hide the other person from their inner circle, both in real life and on social media; a situation where the person you're dating avoids introducing you to their family and friends; or where one partner demands complete secrecy about their relationship.

#stashing #pocketing #relationship #pride flags #mogai flag #mod ap #new trends #secret #stashed #pocketed #pocketer #stasher #stash #pocket #pockets #dating

[lavendorii]

#txt #a bit out of pocket but i dont care allo people are annoying #this post is about chihiro now

[sabertoothwalrus]

I like chilchuck he's the equivalent of a man in his 50s he's unionized he drinks too much alcohol he's an empty nester and his wife left him. I bet he sits in chairs like this

#he seems chewable like polly pocket clothes #my art #animation #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #chilchuck tims

[sonic06apologist]

Feels like they’re putting less meat in the hot pockets these days

#I s2g they are capitalism evil bags have less chips and hot pockets have less meat!!!

[soar-with-the-eagles]

Rinsed 💦

#Pocketed #Surfing #Surf #onlyasurferknowsthefeeling

[feathered-serpents]

If anyone gets this ask

This is fake

This is a false story using a separate real fundraiser you can find here's, words and an amalgamation of images on a new blog to scam people into donating money.

The "donate to help my cat/dog" scams have upgraded to exploiting an ongoing genocide to try and scam good people out of their money. This is disgusting. This is one of the most heartless scams I have ever seen

#free palestine #gaza #this is repulsive. this is unforgivable #how dare you steal money from this family how dare you exploit a genocide to line your own pockets

[shopwitchvamp]

“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about! But... how about if I'm feeling like it's the kinda day where I need my clothing to be bifurcated???"

Never fear, joggers are here!

*wild cheering* /scene

🖤witchvamp.com🖤

#new version with things more currently relevant to preorders and in stock items :3 #witch vamp #vetiverfox #fashion #skirts #joggers #alt fashion #indie fashion #goth #gothic #mini skirt #skater skirt #midi skirt #maxi skirt #skirts with pockets #apparel #clothing #clothes #casual goth #alternative fashion #demon #spider lily #vaporwave #jester #harlequin #creepy eyes #scopophobia #rose #floral #floral skirt

[nessa007]

#polly pocket #lily collins #twitter #the way this sounds so fake lmao

[neonthewrite]

Grey Landing (Part 8)

I did it! Finally got the "Fire" prompt done, and we're back with Isaac and the giants. He's doing his best. I'm still having fun with the conlang I put together for them, so we'll just keep vibing with words that aren't translated (hopefully the vibes get across). But we at least get to some names!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

(Part 9) (Part 10)

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Traveling in a pocket was no simple cruise, no pleasant nighttime stroll. Isaac felt every heavy step the giant took. He rose and fell with a gait that shouldn’t be real. The pocket swung like a cramped hammock and bumped against a giant chest behind him. He didn’t see himself enjoying the sensation anytime soon, though the thought of letting the damn giants make a habit of this made him scowl briefly.

Behind him, in that broad chest, the giant cleared his throat. It sounded like a colossal growl, and Isaac flinched in spite of himself.

He looked over his shoulder and up to see the giant looking down at him. As soon as they made eye contact, the giant shifted his grip on the fish cooler he carried, propping it awkwardly against his side in order to free one hand. He only managed it for a few seconds, but it was enough to tap his own shoulder and say “Clei.”

Isaac couldn’t respond right away, instead lurching as the giant, Clei, had to regain his grasp on the cooler of fish. After the moment passed, though, he looked back up with a more appraising squint. “Clei,” he echoed, drawing out the ay a little more than he needed to. Then, he pointed at the man’s face and tried again. “Clei?”

The giant grinned and looked ahead at his companion, saying something quick and decidedly smug. The other giant scoffed and shook his head as he trudged on. Clei, however, wasn’t discouraged, and he glanced down at his pocket once more.

Isaac guessed the reason for that expectant look. He put a hand on his chest and said “Isaac.”

Clei blinked a few times. “Ay-sss … ?”

“Isaac,” Isaac replied, enunciating the soft z sound that Clei seemed to struggle with.

Clei laughed, a short, quiet sound, but before he could try again his companion barked a command at him. “Ugedal, suld plerfewn!”

Isaac hadn’t noticed, but when he looked ahead again he saw more light than just their lantern illuminating the woods. The footpath broadened into a clearing that hugged close around a truly enormous wooden cabin, the windows of which threw towering squares of light into the night. Over the clearing, the fog and some smoke from the chimney lent a hazy quality to the stars.

The construction itself was somewhat plain, with sturdy wooden walls and a gently sloped roof, creating the silhouette Isaac might expect out of a cabin if blown up to ridiculous proportions. Front steps led up to a porch canopied by some kind of netting draped overhead, though Isaac couldn’t see clearly what other decorations hung from it. The place was homey, if magnified beyond belief.

As the two fishermen trudged up those front steps, the wood creaked and echoed like it was greeting them. Once again, Isaac found himself marveling at something as simple as a sound, one so familiar and yet so strange at this scale.

From within the cabin, undeniable footsteps approached, a shadow briefly passing in front of one of the windows. Isaac tensed, turning his face away from the door just as someone within threw it open. More light spilled out over them, creating a silhouette in the doorway framed by the warm light of a lively fire blazing in a sunken hearth in the middle of the vast room beyond.

She was a stout woman, at least a head shorter than the other two giants, and a study in contrasts with them. Not only was she pale, with the firelight almost making her yellow hair glow gold, but her clothes bore multiple colors and patterns, patchworks and layers of skirts flowing around her. When she stepped back into the house to admit everyone, her cheerful smile came into the light.

“Gufnad! Clei!” she greeted as they tromped inside with their catch. She didn’t notice Isaac in Clei’s pocket, and he didn’t try to grab her attention. Instead, he looked around distractedly while the giants exchanged quick greetings.

Aside from the sunken hearth and the black iron pot hanging over its merry flames (a roaring blaze like a house going down to Isaac’s view but a cozy affair to the giant’s scale), the room sported sturdy furniture, most of it made of thick planks of the same wood that made up the cabin itself. Plush cushions adorned some armchairs near one side of the room, where a thick rug had long since given up its patterns to the passage of time and hundreds of giant footsteps. On that side of the room, doors of solid wood led elsewhere in the home.

Opposite the living area, and the giant’s apparent goal, was the kitchen and dining area. Counters lined the wall, along with a few large ice boxes. Herbs hung drying on delicate wires strung overhead, and something soaked in the basin. A few plates sat waiting on one end of the counter with some bread and cheese, along with empty bowls that would probably be filled from whatever was cooking over the fire.

Isaac noticed belatedly how fixated he was on those plates, and the simple bread on them. He winced as a noise in his middle reminded him of the persistent ache there. The scent of the nearby fish cooler in Clei’s arms had held off some of his hunger, but he couldn’t deny it completely. He was exhausted, and hadn’t eaten in far too long.

Not that he’d have a chance to inquire about the food. After Clei set his fish cooler down next to one of the ice boxes and straightened up, causing Isaac to brace himself for the lurching motions, the giant woman shrieked.

Everyone froze and looked at her. Isaac noticed with a sinking feeling that she was staring right at him, and her hands were over her mouth. “Clei, laor gre. Stei̯nd bid cras?!” Isaac could guess what she’d asked. He would ask what the hell he was too, if the positions were reversed.

He couldn’t help but feel put on the spot, though, and suddenly the cozy cabin felt much more foreboding. His hand twitched against the leather cord he’d used to tie his shield to himself. It wouldn’t be of much use at all, but if he had to, he’d go out swinging.

Clei held up his hands placatingly. “Trydi, sge,” he said, his tone much quieter, much calmer than hers, almost to the point of meekness.

The other giant (she’d called him Gufnad?) scoffed yet again. He took a step towards Clei, that customary frown on his face, and thrust a hand out, beckoning impatiently. Isaac didn’t need to understand their language to hear the very clear give it here in his barked command.

“I’d rather you not, lad,” Isaac spoke up, knowing they didn’t understand him either, but hoping his tone came across just as well. The lady giant squeaked in surprise to hear him form words, but Gufnad only narrowed his eyes.

Clei didn’t look ready to defy whatever this man was to him. Doubtful though he was, one of his hands inexorably moved to his pocket and coiled around Isaac despite his attempt to duck out of the way. There wasn’t much room for him to avoid a grab like that, and he found himself gathered up in a fist yet again. “Oi! Don’t you do it, Clei!”

Whatever Gufnad planned, though, it seemed he was going to get his way. Clei, after a beat of hesitation, muttered something before handing Isaac over.

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@not-a-space-alien

@amenarae

#gtjuly #gtjuly2023 #mywriting #gt #g/t #g/t handheld #pocketed #giant tiny #handheld #giant sailor #language barrier #isaac grey #clei cefniad #gufnad #trydi #I forgot to add the pings in the original ACK

[sucka99]

#Arsenal #ArsenalFC #ARSMNC #Saliba #Gabriel #Haaland #pocketed

[orriculum]

"all men are evil" is radfem/terf rhetoric, but clarifying "all cis men" because you want to signal that you're not transphobic doesn't work because it's still deeply rooted in radfem beliefs. It's saying you believe there's something inherently evil in being born/assigned "male", and you carry it over in how you treat ppl who transition in or out of that gender. "All cis men are evil", is gender essentialist and you can't get around that.

Fucking tired of ppl who think their terf soundbites with a fresh coat of paint are sooo progressive

#grumble grumble #refollowed someone who always gets lauded as such a great activist hoping hed moved past his bullshit #but nope hes still insufferable in his weird pocket gender essentialist way #unfortunately like so many ppl are

[soyochii]

<33

#loz totk #link #ledgend of zelda #sweating profusely #He's so fine for what #I'm on my hands and knees for link in totk #artists on tumblr #my art #Also I love whipping out the anime art style from my back pocket every now and then #SS link is still my absolute favorite but Botw link so good #Anyway Hot link agenda

[occulture-king]

Gonna say this as someone who has been critical of Game Freak both as a fan and as someone with a Pokémon SPIN for a while now:

Do not support Palworld.

The CEO of Pocket Pair, the game’s studio, openly supports AI and even made a game where making AI-generated art is its main mechanic.

Palworld is not Pocket Pair’s first instance of plagiarism, either. Their previous game, Craftopia, plagiarizes Breath of the Wild, whereas as its upcoming game, Never Grave: The Witch and The Curse, plagiarizes from independent developer Team Cherry’s game, Hollow Knight.

On top of stolen character models and concepts from fakemon artists, it’s already known that you can put Pals through what is basically slave labor BUT what’s been recently discovered is that the game allows you to capture and sell humans. This has been raising some red flags for black gamers looking into these mechanics, me included, considering this factors into the established slave labor system of Palworld.

TL;DR: I completely understand being tired of Game Freak and the Pokémon Company’s lack of polish over the years, but supporting something that is just as devoid of polish and even more devoid of ingenuity is not the way to make those criticisms clearer. This will only encourage more soullessness in the industry.

I implore you to support other creature collectors with some real passion behind them; I will reblog this post with recommendations shortly!

#anti ai #palworld #craftopia #never grave #pocket pair #pokemon #pokémon #game freak #indie games #creature collector #nintendo #botw #breath of the wild #hollow knight #team cherry

[zukaichu]

Significant otter 🦦🦦

Thought I might share this piece on here too ^-^

#digital art #pokémon #pkmn fanart #fanart #oshawott #cuteness #game freak #pokémon legends アルセウス #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon bw #my art #pokemon black and white #Pokémon black #best starter #nintendo #pocket monsters #illustration #mijumaru