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[quietgayguy]

Haven't had to wear these bad boys for a few months, forgot how comfortable they were! Zips on the side are the best invention ever lol

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[teenagedirtstache]

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[wisdomfish]

There is nothing wrong with working hard and making money in the employment of the gifts God has given you. But don't set your heart on things, on the things your money can buy. That set of heart is covetousness, and it is not worth the candle which you burn at both ends. Stay away from covetousness in every shape and form, said Christ, for a man's real life in no way depends upon the number of his possessions.

Dr. Oswald Hoffmann

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[addiebennett008]

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[millerblg]

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[skyhamilton]

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[tenth-sentence]

If my wheat experiment taught me nothing else, it's that growing food the really old-fashioned way, even with modern seed varieties and tools, is phenomenally hard.

"Soil: The incredible story of what keeps the earth, and us, healthy" - Matthew Evans

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[skyyyyyyyyyyy]

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[georginasmith0011]

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[blackkat15]

Sometimes I get reminded that William Afton/Springtrap's voice actor is Australian and I break out into a cold sweat.

William Afton: *Get's Springlocked.* She'll be right.

Springtrap: Walking around in this suit is hard yakka.

William Afton (as Springbonnie): Hey kids I got a prezzy for you!

The MCI Kids: *Confused.*

William Afton: My fucking handcrank has gone walkabout.

Henry: It's what?

#kat says stuff #fnaf #springtrap #five nights at freddy's #william afton #I am Australian I have the right to make these jokes #I'd just imagine all the non-Australians who read this post will be confused

[floaroanemoia]

A gentle reminder that if Sarana was in Legends: Arceus, the main way you'd encounter her (before the post-game + when a quest line for Shaymin and all the Floaro stuff unlocks) would be her standing ominously in some tucked away spot on the map, being like "Oh hey you're looking for all the wisps that escaped from a keystone?? Lmao sucks to be you. yeah it's hard yakka, here's where i saw some" and putting the locations of 3 of them on the map in exchange for items and materials.

And then talking about something completely unrelated immediately afterwards/if talked to again.

And you get no explanation on how she can see them or what her deal is at least until the protag gets kicked out of Jubilife Village.

#❁⊱⦃ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰❁ #{we can all agree finding the spiritomb wisps was the absolute worst part of the game}

[solrika]

I think I may have to start an AO3 to collect the things I've made in the Prince AU (started by @zebsfloppyears --I'm playing in the sandbox with their permission). This doesn't feature the boys, but I can't help but think of what the Lasan goverment looked like after the invasion.

~

Orebah, the chief finance minister, rubbed at his forehead. “This is a mess.”

Jorn, the newly-appointed minister of agriculture, reached over to refill Orebah’s glass. “That’s an understatement.” 

“Has parliament settled on the new defense minister yet?” Orebah asked, flicking a look at where the late Galliazeh usually sat. 

“No,” replied Paratep, Prime Minister, formally Speaker. “Still in deliberations.”

Sitith, from the customary corner seat of the spymaster, flicked their ears back in irritation. “I doubt we’ll be allowed to appoint one. Officially, at least,” they amended, absently rubbing at the bandages on their side. “The Imperials might put one of their own in the seat.”

“Or leave us with nothing,” Orebah snorted, tossing back his glass. 

Devicep, the new director of commerce, subtly pushed the pitcher away from Jorn’s overly-polite hands. “Sitith, have your little birds heard anything about the blockade? We don’t have much interplanet business, but–”

Sitith shook their head. “It’s damn hard to get anyone where I want them. No nonhumans to speak of in their command structure at all.” They twiddled with their datapad, frowning in thought. “I know the Imperials are going to install a puppet ruler. Some kind of regent… I’ll see if I can install someone on the Guard to keep watch.” 

Jorn snorted. “How? The Guard are traditionalists. There’s no way they’ll let an outsider handle their precious bo-rifles.”

Orebah smiled mirthlessly, and reached past Devicep’s arm to grab the pitcher for himself. “And yet, rumor has it a human won one during the invasion. There’s nothing holy in war. They’ll learn that soon enough.”

“Leave the Guard to me.” Sitith waved a dismissive hand. “Just to check–you still don’t want to crown Miriana? The people would rally around her. We might be able to raise enough of an army to wage open war.”

“She’s sixteen, and a child, not a game piece,” Paratep snapped, ears flattening. When Sitith simply blinked placidly back, she deflated a little, tail curling sheepishly. “Besides. Under normal circumstances, parliament would hold executive power until she comes of age.”

Sitith made a little notation on their pad. “Fine.” Glancing up, they prompted, “Yakka? You have something to say?”

Yakka, the youngest in the room and the environmental director, started in zer seat. “What?”

“You’ve been opening and closing your mouth like a fish.” Sitith gestured with their stylus. “Out with it.” 

“I–well–” Ze shook zerself. “I keep wondering–what does the Empire want from us? They have other agricultural assets within their borders, and they certainly don’t need firepower.” Ze twisted zer fingers around zer glass, frowning down at its bottom. “And I keep thinking of Geonosis.” 

A beat of silence, and then Devicep slammed a hand down on the table. “Karbast!” 

Yakka grimaced. “Indeed.” 

“We are not letting those monsters strip our planet,” Orebah snarled. “Sitith, whatever you need–”

They nodded. “We’ll discuss defense budgets later.” With a pointed look at the pitcher, “When you’re sober.” 

“If you’re going to be talking to the Guard anyway…” Jorn tapped his claws on the table. “We haven’t had a general in centuries.” 

“We haven’t needed a general in centuries,” Orebah growled into his glass. 

Ignoring the finance minister’s grumbles, Jorn continued, “If we truly intend to wage a quiet war–”

“Yes.” Sitith bobbed their head, making another note. “I’ll see what I can do. My first picks all died in the attack. Orrelios is good, but untested. If I have permission to outsource–”

Devicep waved a hand. “I can get your agents on the merchant ships. As soon as the blockade lifts, you can start recruiting in person.” 

“Excellent.”

#star wars #star wars fanfics #star wars rebels #lasat

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: fuse x male reader

req: no | wc: 1k (on the dot)

summary: “I’m taken.” “By who?” -his bf

warnings: suggestive, very. two dirty jokes

a/n: wallusy

Wally’s fanmail was always the same. There was the expected: admiration for his ability in battle and the fantastic, somewhat someway somehow artistic scenes he created with his ring of fire and explosions, and confessions of love.

They were sweet and all, albeit filled with way too much wishful thinking. Usually they came with a gift, though, so at the very least he was more than grateful.

He opens the first one of the day, he could tell with the little heart stamp on the envelope, and reads the first line out loud just like the rest of them, “Dear Fuse, I just gotta say I am in love with you.” He laughs, then speaks apologetically as though they’d be able to hear him, “Sorry, dear. I’m taken.”

“By who?”

Wally stares up from the envelope, confused look on his pretty face, furrowed eyebrows and all the shabang. “I’m sorry, what?”

You stare up from your book, an amused look on your face. “Did you hear me correctly?”

“Yeah, yeah, just-” Then he realizes it. You were only having a bit of fun. “oh.”

You laugh as he clears his throat. “Right, well. I am taken by a wonderful man. My boyfriend, he’s the best I could ask for.”

“Really?” You ask nonchalantly, taking a sip from your cup.

“Fair dinkum. Do you want to know more?” He shrugs. “I mean, I’d gloat about him all day if I could, but I dunno if you’re willin’ to lend a stranger an ear just to talk about their boyfriend.” 

“Yeah, tell me more.” You snicker, “Perhaps I know him.”

“Yeah, preferably.” You sit up in your high chair by the kitchen, as if you’re beginning to pay more attention.

“Eh, dunno if you know the guy, he hardly comes out during the daytime. You’d think he’s a vampire o’ something.” You stick your tongue out at him but he decides to ignore it. “Are you sure you only want me to sing his praises? I can say other things, too.”

“Well, he’s a good man. Greatest man I know. He’s kind, very. Treats me well.”

“How well?”

“So well.”

He stands from his seat on the couch and makes his way to you, slowly, very slowly. “He’s smart, too. Awfully smart. Makes me feel like an idiot in comparison, frankly.” 

“Don’t put yourself down just to uplift someone else, dear.”

“You’re right.” He shakes his head at himself, “Okay, then. Puts in the hard yakka on everything he does. And then there’s his looks.”

You laugh at his face as he says that. He looks like he’s in a trance as he’s thinking about it. “Mesmerizing, is he?”

“Yeah. Like,” He stops in front of you, leaning against the counter, “one of those crystal balls at the fortune teller’s in festivals.”

“Reckon those aren’t the only balls that mesmerize you.”

He snorts, loud, and almost breaks character for a second. “Yeah, I reckon. You little ripper.” He mutters to himself. 

“Anyway, he’s uh, got eyes more beautiful than anything you’d see.”

“Mhm?” He hooks a finger in your belt loops, an act he pulls off like it’s nothing but one that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed either.

“Hair styled perfectly.” 

“Yeah?” With the belt loops, he pulls you off your seat and closer. Closer to him.

“Yeah.” He breathes out, finally feeling you against him. “Yeah. It’s amazing hair, really. I don’t think I’ll be able to achieve something like it with my aging hairline.”

You snicker, “Well I think you pull off your haircut well, considering what you’ve got.”

“Do I?” He asks, eyes trailing down your face.

“You do.”

He switches his fingers on your belt loops, from index to middle, and pulls his finger through up to the first knuckle against the loop. He’s got his hands around either side of your hips, now, and with that, he pulls you impossibly closer.

“What else?”

“Oh… lips softer than a baby’s bum.”

He pulls you forward again, as if tugging, with his hands; clearly frustrated when he realizes it fails to pull your upper half towards him.

“Weird comparison, mister..?”

“Walter, Wally, Fuse. Whatever you want to call me.” He replies breathlessly.

“Do you want to kiss me, mister Fuse?”

His tongue darts out between his lips, wetting them with saliva as if making them more presentable to you. “Yeah.” He admits. “I do, a lot.”

You lean in, finally, to satisfy him. “Let me tell you about my boyfriend.”

He loves the way those words slip out your mouth, especially after kissing you. ‘My boyfriend’, like he was yours, like he belonged to you.

“He’s got the brightest smile I’ve ever seen and eyes a warm, sweetly chocolate brown. He’s kind, very kind, and,” Wally doesn’t resist pulling a kiss from your lips, but even then you continue like nothing. “a brilliant man. He’s a fighter, he is; could fight for anything and get it.”

Wally practically purrs as you trace a finger up his side. “Fought for me, even, and got me. Impossibly stubborn, can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, but I like that about him.”

“Do you? Like that about people?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then I suppose you would like it if I asked for a kiss, then wouldn’t take your refusal for an answer?”

“I suppose so. But,” You chuckle, “I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”

Wally laughs, too, and steals a sweet kiss from your lips. “On the contrary, actually, he really liked that.”

Your finger continues up his side, up his shoulder and slightly ticklish neck, until it reaches his cheek. Then, you cup it with your hand. “Did he, now?”

“Very.” His grin widens. “I think you can tell, can’t you? Feel a little something in the ol’ daks?”

You laugh, out loud, finally breaking character at his derpy oggling eyes and stupid words. “You bogan!”

Wally laughs, “Can’t help it when you’re so clearly tryna get me all riled up.”

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[wisdomfish]

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[addiebennett008]

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[millerblg]

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