#HE'S BACK HOME

[cat-cosplay]

Guess who's back. Back again.

#he's back home #no more vet stay #still radioactive

[elitehoe]

BREATHE WITH THE SWITCHBLADE

#its still his era baby #he's coming for the title #i'm soooo excited #he's back home #he's challenging for the title #AHHHHHHH #switchblade jay white #jay white #wrestling dontaku #njpw #njpw lb

[bakedbeanchan]

random fire nation diplomat #492 will never understand the complex and fucked up relationship between the water siblings like I do 🙄

#and they were forced to raise each other... #baked bean originals #avatar the last airbender #atla #katara #sokka #sorry hakoda i don't think you count #couldn't have you just left one dude back home instead of giving your 13 yr old kid a martyr complex #cmon man #i don't think he's a bad dad but that was not the best decision

[bruciemilf]

Every time the batkids get into legal trouble (damaged property fighting a villain, entitled old ladies being mad they didn’t get saved first, Damian sueing a classmate for proprietary rights over an OC he drew in class, the ONLY person they want to be represented by is Harvey.

Sure, TEHNICALLY he can’t practice anymore, but this is Gotham, and the law system is made of tangled wires. If you pull the right one, you’re in the clear.

The hardest plaintiff is Jason, by far. Ironically enough, he has the simplest cases.

“Okay, so, HOLD ON— I have to TELL you to get out of the way when Bane throws an ENTIRE truck your way? If you can’t dodge death, it deserves to have you, period.”

“Lady, I’m not going to save your weird ass dog/frog hybrid science experiment , — who BIT me, by the way, — over an entire bank full of PEOPLE.”

“Oh im sorry I forgot to pay for the overpriced 12 dollar latte while RUNNING FROM WILD MANEATING PLANTS. “

Harvey, pouring a violent amount of vodka in his coffee: your honor, my client just needs a nap probably

#dc #dc comics #text #jason todd #harvey dent #batkids #dc two face #batman #text post #Bruce hardly cares tbh — he’s just sitting at home with a cucumber mask. Dami sleeping on his chest. ‘did you win already? no? alright. #come back when you do. if you don’t — send Jay and that’s it. ‘

[ohposhers]

troll who isnt allowed caffeine or she'll reenact the Hammy energy drink scene from over the hedge clay prefers tea anyway

#bruce is back home so hes not in the comic (i couldnt fit him in frame) #i stopped halfway through working on a different troll comic to make this troll comic this keeps happening #of the firm belief trolls have animalistic traits so they hashtag PLAY HARD #im talkin pouncin chasing biting etc etc #let my girls be rowdy at 8 in the morning (branch has babyproofed most of the bunker so they dont knock shit over when they run around) #trolls #trolls band together #clay trolls #john dory trolls #viva trolls #poppy trolls #branch trolls #brozone #im not tagging this as cliva cause imo they are found siblings fuck u but if u see them as lovers i support you barely #im kidding live your dream idc #my art #floyd trolls

[weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral]

tttyg era where vampire pete finds ybcpatrick and takes him home. sees a fucked up kid and goes. hm you're mine now:) sing in my emo band boy

#on a serious note i would like to write this maybe #where tttyg vamp pete finds ybcpatrick hiding out in some abandoned building #and at first he doesn't like the kid but then he sees the extensiveness of his injuries and sees that hes only joes age. #so he takes him back home to andy and joe and help him heal #me posts #ybcpatrick the guy ever

[qvincvnx]

i was just talking about this after being wrecked by the discovery that the little elf-goblin fellows my parents/family used to tell me warnings and stories about as a little kid are regionally specific, and that you can trace people's geographic origins by what word they use for "little spirit-fellows who live in your house". no matter what you call them (domovoi, kobolde, brownies, so on); for purposes of this post henceforth "little guys"

i think one of the things that i find frustrating about like, idk, modern animist revivalist movements is that very few of them ime spend a lot of time romanticising and spiritualizing human habitation. obviously, we as a culture need to think more about protecting and defending nature/the earth/so on, but like.

if you don't have room in your heart for making up a little guy who lives in the water heater, or who squats under your stove and makes it run 15 degrees off the programmed temperature, and thinking of him with the same kind of respect/affection as you do for the spirits (or whatever) of the wildlife you interact with like.

genuinely: what are you even doing. you are removing a source of richness and fun and whimsy from your life! like, pip @creekfiend made up the concept of "little guys who live in an airport (and are the reason it's so shitty to be in an airport)" and i already like airports like 30% more just knowing it's the little airport inconvenience guys doing that.

more importantly, like. genuinely: interrogate what parts of the world seem ~rich with spiritual meaning~ to you. what parts of the world are "wild"? what does that make the rest of the world - a chore? a burden? who has to carry that burden?

we're never going to like, "return to nature", because that's nothing and the concept of untouched nature is also nothing; we're always going to have some sort of human habitation and interaction and cultivation with nature. if you can't extend grace and whimsy and genuine and sincere meaning to human habitation, including its inconveniences and annoyances, you are making your own lived experience duller!

notably, most of these kinds of little-guy-spirits historically exist in the parts of human habitation that are partially abandoned, partially removed: haylofts, inside the walls, under the house, in the bathhouse, behind the furnace... i've been thinking a lot about urban wildlife lately, and the animals who make space for themselves in and around human habitation. the "natural" and the "wild" persist inside and around the edges of the "tame" and always, always have. if you have a crawlspace, there's a little spirit who lives there and he's the reason the dryer always eats your socks.

LIVE WHIMSICALLY.

#is this a crazy person post? maybe. but also i genuinely think this. #i would love a little guy who'd eat the food in the back of my fridge before it goes off. he's real. that little guy's name? is composting. #he's slimy. #also i love the mikveh spirit who inspires women to be rude after coming home from the mikveh. LET HER SPEAK #little guys #greatest hits

[solarockk]

thinking again about secret life and the clockers..

part 2

#what do you mean one of the last thing cleo heard was “goodbye mom” #what do you mean he cant go back home #they make me sick /pos #sol art #mcyt #secret life smp #zombiecleo #zombiecleo fanart #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar fanart #well etho and bdubs are here too but like. for a panel #the clockers #digital art #artist on tumblr #i miss them #UGHHHHH #eyestrain

[cutetanuki-chan]

wanted to sketch something fun

#help I just tried to draw them a bit more stylistic and now they look like Yzma and Kronk #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #griddlehark #palamedes sextus #camilla hect #dulcinea septimus #cytherea loveday #art #i miss sexpal so much he's never coming home he'll never get to present Harrow's body back to her i hate this book

[penbensie]

WHAT UP PHANDOM 👻👻👻

I AM EXPERIENCING PHANTOM BRAINROT AGAIN

#THIS FANDOM AGAIN #MARTHA I AM COMING HOME SWEETIE #I AM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING #danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #danny fenton #digital art #arte #art #my art #fanart #arte digital #dailyart #phandom #he's a phantom #penbensie

[beybuniki]

love language

#i dont feel like doing the rest and i think these 3 look great together so :) #i think normal healthy toya aus are boring as hell but what if 16yo came back and killed endeavor and he was still traumatized and weird #but at home :) everyone's weird older brother who gradually gets better aoughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #anyway #bnha #mha #todoroki toya #dabi #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #todoroki shoto #takami keigo #hawks #<- inserting him everywhere like my life depends on it

[zipsunz]

every day, sunrise to sunset 🌇

#omori #omori sunny #omori kel #omori mia #the puppy in the last doodle is named mia! i think hector would've stayed back home with sally even after kel got his own place since he #was already around 10 by that point #and these are vaguely set in his senior years/after his passing ;w; #omori sunkel #sunkel #ocs #my art

[weevmo]

Wally understands the concept of putting the food in the mouth...from there, it's a mystery...

#He can't eat xD #he'll take a big ol' chomp of whatever he's given and it just falls back out #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home arg #barnaby beagle #welcome home fantasy au #WHFAU

[thirstywaffles]

Bingqiu singer au where sqq is secretly lbh's super fan

#doodley #i blacked out while doodling fhis LMAO #alnst round 6 broke me so here's me coping through making silly aus #anyways i was trying to give lbh one of those rizz wolfcut and sqq a slicked back hair (he just got home from work) #this is very self indulgent sorry bros #artists on tumblr #digital art #sketch #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #svsss #sv #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #bingyuan

[starcurtain]

One of my favorite things about the game's writing of Alhaitham and Kaveh:

The basic game text goes out of its way to convince us that the house is Alhaitham's--it is literally called "Alhaitham's Home" even during Kaveh's hangout.

But in-universe, we never see Alhaitham in his house unless Kaveh is there.

Throughout Sumeru's archon quests, we run into Alhaitham practically everywhere: in Port Ormos, in Aaru Village, in the Akademiya, at the Grand Bazaar. But never, despite the fact that the story wants to sell him as a homebody, in his own home. In fact, the only references we have to Alhaitham's house at all throughout the entire lead up of the archon quests are mentions of Kaveh.

Alhaitham doesn't suggest going there, doesn't ever go home himself (at least that we're explicitly told about) until the end of the archon quests, and has no cutscenes in his own house until Kaveh returns from the desert.

Then, all the sudden, Alhaitham literally can't wait to go home and walks off in the middle of a conversation.

From that point on, every time we're permitted to enter Alhaitham's house, in story quests, the hangout, and the event, it's either when he and Kaveh are together or with Kaveh alone.

Even during Alhaitham's birthday skit of all things, they went out of their way to tell us that Alhaitham's home, so of course Kaveh is there:

The map tag tells us the building is Alhaitham's Home, but the story reinforces a different idea:

It's Alhaitham's home when Kaveh is in it.

#genshin impact #haikaveh #kavetham #kaveh #alhaitham #the game really said #we're going to give you an area called Alhaitham's home #but he's never going to be there #except when his roommate is there #so whose house is it really #we have private conversations with Kaveh there #but not Alhaitham lmaooo #I'm not saying Kaveh is 9/10ths of Alhaitham's impulse control #but Kaveh left and Alhaitham said fuck it #I live in the back allies of Port Ormos now #the streets chose me!!

[hedgehog-moss]

Look, friends.

Do you think this is a post about my adorable baby succulents? No. Look harder.

It's about the GIANT HOLE IN MY FENCE that I had to patch up with cardboard.

I can't blame Pampérigouste for this one; the brutish nature of the damage is not consistent with her usual modus operandi. Pampe outsmarts locks like Arsène Lupin; she doesn't charge at fences like a bull who saw a red cloth. This is Pampe Pondering A Fence Problem:

No, the damage to my fence looked a lot more mindless this time. Boorish. Boar-ish. I'm blaming a boar. A deer would have destroyed the whole thing rather than just the lower half. Note that there is not a single tuft of llama wool on the damaged wire mesh.

(Note no.2: the boar's smile was originally meant to be a tusk but it really just looks like a sardonic smile)

I brought some chicken wire to patch up the hole—but there wasn't enough of it. Then it started raining and I felt persecuted and decided to just cover the hole with cardboard and go have my morning coffee and get back to this later.

This is not an Innocent Pampe post; there is no such thing. My temporary cardboard solution lasted 8 to 10 minutes. I'm not sure exactly when she got out, but by the time I went back outside to repair the fence there was a Pampe-shaped hole in the cardboard.

(Not really; she just kind of lifted or ate a corner then wormed her way through the very small opening. I think.) (See, this is how you recognise a Pampe escape: you're not entirely clear on what went down, you just know there was a llama inside and now there is a llama outside.)

It was still raining and I didn't feel like going after her, plus it felt pointless to bring her back in her pasture before the fence was repaired, so I went in the barn to look for my tools and rummage through leftover pieces of previously-destroyed fences, hoping to find something the right size.

Then I heard Pampelune's hyena shriek, aka the llama alarm call. It was followed by:

horrified chicken screams and frantic feather noises; the soundtrack of a violent fox attack

infuriated barking from Pandolf

very loud panicked braying from Pirlouit

basically, chaos.

I ran outside just in time to see Pampe emerging from the woods at a full gallop, pursued by a bear. I didn't immediately identify the animal that was chasing her as the giant dog that he was, because he was running with a weird gait, with his legs going everywhere like he was frolicking at top speed (I now know that this dog is a puppy that has learnt to run just a few months ago, but that didn't occur to me at the time because this puppy is the size of a calf.)

Pampe was running towards the cardboard through which she had escaped and she managed to squeeze through her small corner hole again (I assume—there were trees blocking my line of sight and I only saw her again once she was in the pasture, running for her life along with the other 2 llamas + donkey.) Meanwhile, the dog didn't see the corner hole and tried to power through the cardboard much like a boar, or was carried away by his momentum and didn't brake in time; I don't know. In any case, when I reached him, he was stuck.

My large piece of cardboard was tied to the fence posts and still holding strong, but the middle was a bit soggy with rain and not too solid, so the dog's head went right through it. The rest of his body didn't.

He could have probably finished breaking the cardboard quite easily, but for some reason he instantly gave up. On life. By the time I got there the dog was half-in and half-out of the pasture and he looked defeated. Which made my piece of cardboard look like a mediaeval beheading apparatus with just a hole for the head.

I went to lock an angry Pandolf in the barn and checked on the chickens along the way (ruffled & offended but fine); I was hoping the dog would figure out how to extricate his head from the cardboard in the meantime. He did not. I tried to call him in a friendly tone (from behind) to encourage him to free his head by stepping back, but the concept of taking a couple of steps backwards in order to extract his head from the hole might as well have been advanced engineering. He clearly had no idea where his head was, where his body was, how to make the two a coherent whole again, and he started whining pitifully.

I untied the rope I had used to attach the cardboard to the fence posts, then wriggled the piece of cardboard a bit to try and free the dog's head. The dog was alarmed by the wriggling and took several steps back—but I didn't manage to hold on to the cardboard so it just moved with the dog. He clumsily ran away, taking the cardboard with him, wearing it around his neck like the world's largest cone of shame.

He immediately got stuck between two trees.

I was starting to find the situation hilarious, but the poor dog did not—he lay down and started making sad broken noises like a malfunctioning dog-robot. He didn't look very threatening but he was still a very big (and stressed) dog so I felt a bit wary of touching his head to help him, and decided to run home to get a box cutter. I figured I could easily rid him of most of the cardboard and leave him with just a soggy cardboard collar that would soon fall apart. I heard my landline phone ringing from afar and ran faster, and it was one of my nearest neighbours, the retired lady who lives on the plateau.

"I've been trying to reach you!! I saw your llama in my garden earlier, I was going to give her a little treat—" (she loves Pampe, for some reason) "—but then my dog saw her too."

I know this woman's dog—he's a tiny thing with fragile nerves who thinks the whole world is out to get him, so I asked anxiously, "Did Pampe scare your dog?" and she said "Oh no! Domino is here with me; but I have a new dog. His name is Texas."

I thought of the gigantic puppy currently sobbing in my woods, held prisoner by two trees, a self-inflicted cone of shame and his total lack of reasoning skills.

"Yes", I said. "I've met Texas."

The old lady asked worriedly if he'd scared Pampe ("Il est un peu zinzin" she said—he's a bit crazy. "I wanted to call him Rex, but then I met him and thought—Texas!!") I told her I was pleased with her dog for scaring Pampe, because she needs to learn that her pasture is her only hope for safety in this cold uncaring world and as soon as she steps out of it she returns to her lowly status as a prey animal. Then I ended the phone call because I was worried both about Texas and about the large hole in my fence. Thankfully all my animals were still terrified and hiding far, far away from Texas.

Texas actually managed to free himself before I attempted to cut the cardboard, but he still thought of me as his saviour and was very happy to follow me through the woods back to his owner's place. Before we left I propped up the cardboard against the damaged fence, and despite the hole in the middle no llamas escaped in my absence; I think the whole area still smelled like Texas and fear.

I'll admit I was initially tempted to leave Texas with his head stuck in the cardboard in a more permanent capacity in order to patch the hole in my fence with this amazing anti-Pampe Cerberus. Like this

(I know this artistic rendering makes my llamas look like frightened carrots and my donkey like a bunny but I will not be taking constructive criticism at this time)

#crawling along #llama drama #i spent an hour at his owner's place eating biscuits and being told all the reasons why texas is ''a bit zinzin'' #for example he runs away to the nearest farm to steal the cow feed (pellets) at feeding time #he was caught red-pawed by the farmer and just. stole the entire plastic tub that contained the pellets #and ran back home. holding this very large tub in his mouth and sprinkling cow feed everywhere along the way #this time around his owner must have feared he would come home dragging a bag with pampe inside or something