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an then he fucken exploded !!!!!
#verms stuff#shadowgast#critical role#critical role fanart#proportions are All whack hoever i donot care#queue emoji with shades#also the background is like#2 images i took of water and a tree#and the grass is a recycled drawing#HAHA i love collaging#and the flower is just some thingy from my sketchbook#this is inspired by the lens flare on my digital camera#verms cr
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And The Things You'd Do
Lia Wälti x Russo!Reader (Alessia Russo & Russo!Reader + Kyra Cooney-Cross & Russo!Reader)
Word Count: 1.4k
The Thing About Families (Part One) // That's How You Know It's Home (Part Three)
[WOSO Masterlist]
It’s the shuffling of feet that draws your attention.
You’re off stretching on the side of the field. Having just come back from injury, you’ve been approved for some light training and warm-ups while the other girls do their own drills. You’ve been doing alright all by your lonesome, so you’re surprised to see the Australian girl approaching.
You’re quick to narrow your eyes at the sheepish look on her face.
“What is it?”
Kyra turns and you instantly see the problem. She tries to wiggle her arm, one sleeve somehow caught underneath her pinnie. “I’m stuck.”
Sighing, you jerk your head at her. “C’mere.”
The young girl brightens up at your command, dutifully rushing to your side before allowing you to free her from her self-made prison.
“Go on,” you chuckle when she finally pops free.
Kyra lets out a whoop before sprinting back towards the other girls.
You’re smiling fondly at her departing figure when you hear a familiar drawl.
“Thought you were getting sick of her.”
You roll your eyes. “Please. I had to grow up with you, Gio, and Luca. Kyra’s a breeze compared to you lot.”
Alessia lets out an offended squawk. “You take that back!”
You raise an eyebrow at her raised arm and Alessia freezes. She gives you a grin, quickly recycling her plans to give you a noogie. “Sorry. Point taken.”
“What can I say? She grew on me.”
Alessia huffs, dragging a toe in the grass as the two of you slowly make your way back to the others. “The taste of coffee can grow on you. Being relegated to passenger-side-car-DJ can grow on you. Annoying Australians cannot grow on you!”
“Relax, rat. I’m not replacing you with her. Think of Kyra as your unofficial niece.”
Alessia pulls a face at your words.
You shake your head. “Take it up with Lia. I’m pretty sure she’s ready to duel Mini for guardianship.”
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So maybe you should’ve thought things through.
When the ref whips out her red card, pointing for you to get off the field, you realize you might have gone a little too far.
In your defense, it really wasn’t your fault.
The first yellow you get on purpose.
No one messes with your baby sister.
When Alessia is blatantly fouled and the referee lets play go on without a single care that the blonde is clutching her ankle in pain, it only seems right that you bulldoze through the player at fault.
She milks the muck out of it and you’re rolling your eyes at the yellow card pointed your way, confidently swaggering your way back across the field to where Alessia’s still on the ground.
Alessia winces when the trainer presses a little too hard on the joint, fingers nearly crushing yours that you’ve graciously lent her for support.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Didn’t have to do what?”
Alessia tries to look stern but all you can see is the little girl who would follow you everywhere just because she could. You know she’s trying to be strong but you’d recognize the tearful look on her face from a mile away.
Lia doesn’t find the humor in your act of retribution, rightfully chastising you into the locker room at halftime.
“It’s not my fault! Look what she did to Less! She’ll lucky if she only needs to be in the boot for two weeks!”
It isn’t until Kim gives you one of her disapproving glares that you wilt.
“Sorry Kim,” you mumble, scuffing your shoes on the ground. “Won’t happen again.”
It happens again.
There’s only ten minutes left in the match when you feed the ball into your midfield and time seems to come to a standstill.
You watch on with a twisted horror as Kyra leaps up to receive your ball. She barely gets a touch on it before she’s caught on the wrong side of a flying elbow, crumpling to the ground.
The whistle blows and you can practically hear the blood pumping in your ears. One second you’re rushing across the field to be by Kyra’s side. The next you’re pivoting midstride, catching sight of the smirk on the offending player’s face.
No one’s close enough to stop you from shoving her over.
“You think that’s funny? Throwing your elbow into her face? Let’s see if you think it’s funny when I do it to you!”
Steph catches you by the waist and hauls you back before anyone can test how serious you are.
You’re still yelling and spitting when the ref stalks over, hand already digging into her pocket.
There are boos and jeers when the inevitable comes and you throw a hand up in disgust.
“Go on then, you gonna card her for drawing blood too?”
It’s clear your teammates don’t know what to do.
Getting a yellow card is rare enough for you. But getting two and then being thrown out of a game? Practically unheard of in the years you’ve been at the club.
You ignore the look on their faces as you stomp all the way off the pitch and straight for the med room. You see Leah quirk her eyebrow, ready to give you an earful but you just push past, knowing full well that you’re going to get your ass handed to you later.
Alessia blinks up in surprise at the sound of the door opening.
She’s sat on top of an examining table, ankle propped on a pillow and wrapped in ice.
It only takes a second for her to realize what’s wrong with the picture. Alessia glances at the clock on the wall before her eyes flicker back to your fuming face. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything,” you mutter. You poke at the ice, ignoring the way Alessia hisses and slaps your shoulder. “How’s the foot? Are we going to need to amputate?”
Alessia rolls her eyes. “My foot is fine. Now what is this I hear of you getting a red card?”
You glare at her phone, the sound of another message coming in, no doubt your mother telling Alessia about what you’ve done.
“Tell ma to stop snitching. That girl got exactly what she deserved for elbowing Kyra In the face.”
“Kyra got what?” Alessia gasps, eyes going wide.
Before you can repeat, the door opens behind you.
The two of you turn to see a sullen looking Kyra.
“Hi.”
You don’t think you’ve ever heard Kyra so quiet before.
“Oh wow, you look miserable.” You’re not sure if Alessia thinks this is hilarious or sad, but you’d definitely say the latter.
Kyra did look miserable. Her nose is already becoming discolored, swelling and bruises become more prominent.
“C’mere,” you huff, pressing an icepack against her nose when she gets close enough to you.
Kyra hisses and tries to jerk back but you just follow with the ice.
“The sooner you stop moving the sooner your 15 minutes of icing will be done.”
You don’t even make it to the 15 before the door slams open again for the third time.
“What did I say about getting unnecessary cards?!”
“Unnecessary?” you gwak. “Look at the kid! What part of me defending her was unnecessary?”
You backtrack. “Look at both of the kids.” You gesture wildly between Alessia and Kyra.
Lia rolls her eyes but follows your fingers nonetheless.
“Ma’s never going to let Less leave our house ever again, and Mini will probably drop by to kidnap Kyra and revoke our Australian baby access!”
“I’m not a baby--”
“Ma can’t stop me from moving out--”
You and Lia whip around to glare at Alessia. “You’re not moving out.”
Alessia frowns. “Whatever.” She crosses her arms. “Kyra’s a baby.”
The younger girl gasps in defiance before whimpering at the pain that radiates through her nose.
Lia looks a little exasperated when she turns back to you.
“Please. No more red cards.”
“No more red cards,” you echo.
When Lia grabs hold of your hand, leading you back to be chewed out by your captains, you turn to get one last glance at the two troublemakers.
Alessia and Kyra are already looking your way, shooting you two thumbs up.
You shake your head.
Oh the things you do for family.
#lia walti x reader#lia walti imagine#alessia russo x reader#alessia russo imagine#kyra cooney cross x reader#kyra cooney cross imagine#woso x reader#woso imagine#Ace writes
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༻ The Golden Ratio ༺
Another deleted scene from Chemistry which I just had to recycle. May you all enjoy this fluffy, non-yandere take on Dottore and the science of love (≡^∇^≡)
♡ 0.9k words under the cut ♡
“Zandik, look over here! Aren’t these specimens remarkable?”
“Yes, they are,” he replies dismissively.
You frown, turning away the patch of Rukkhashava Mushrooms. Your classmate is still tinkering with the Ruin Guard, completely absorbed in his research.
“Liar. You didn’t even look at it.”
He doesn’t even try to deny it. “Can’t you see that I’m busy? If you allow me to finish my research, I can promise my full attention later.”
“But that’s what you said with the last sample,” you point out. “Is it too much to stop and admire the scenery for a few minutes? You are utterly rigid.”
Though you wouldn’t have fallen for him otherwise.
Zandik gives you an unamused look. “And you are too carefree, though I may recognize such childlike curiosity as befitting of your Darshan.”
You give him a bright smile. “Thank you for the acknowledgement!”
Was that a compliment or an insult? Either way, Zandik has been observing you!
As of now, your research expeditions have yielded little progress in your relationship. Your crush remains distant, focused on his work, at odds with your research approach. Still, you are thankful for the opportunity to witness him in action. To spend time with him.
Your own research is sufficient. You sit on the grass and watch Zandik, committing his visage to memory. After a few minutes, he breaks the silence.
“I am intrigued,” he says, “by your attitude to my research. The Sages always scold me whenever I express my fascination in these ancient machines.”
His research notes are neatly arranged beside his tools. The pages are marked with meticulous reports and detailed drawings. His enthusiasm practically bleeds into the paper.
You approach him, uncaring of your close proximity to the Ruin Guard.
“Well, I must disagree with them. No matter how dangerous those machines can be, they are still something to study. One might claim they are no different from my research specimens.”
“Ah, yes. Your little plants and animals,” he replies, glancing at your research notes. “And why do you research those subjects, may I ask?”
“Should there be an important reason?” you ask, adjusting your Amurta scarf. “It’s because they’re beautiful. Simple as that.”
Beautiful, mysterious, vital to this world.
“I did not take you for the poetic type,” he muses. “Anything can be deemed beautiful from one’s subjective perspective.”
“That is true,” you agree, “like your interest in the Ruin Machines. But objectively speaking, there are mathematical theories which can explain our prevalent standards of beauty. The golden ratio, for instance.”
“Ah, yes. That old thing.” A confident smile appears on his face. “I’ve read a thesis about the golden ratio in relation to facial aesthetics. Apparently, I am a good example.”
“Not a surprise. Many people find you handsome.”
“And what about you?” Zandik resumes eye contact, scarlet eyes tinged with amusement. “Do you agree with that conclusion?”
Your cheeks flush. “W-Well…yes, since you claim that your face fits the golden ratio.”
“That is an inadequate basis for your answer.” He stands in front of you and caresses your cheek, preventing you from looking away. “Why don’t you personally test that hypothesis? I will do the same with your face.”
He’s so close.
“All…all right.” You stay still and focus on his face, making the mental measurements.
His facial proportions are more or less congruent with the golden ratio. There are some details which may serve as basis for a counterargument, however.
His bangs obstruct your complete analysis. You’ve always adored his messy hairstyle, those stray curls which complement his character. You know from previous interactions that his hair is soft to the touch.
There is also his boyish, sharp-toothed grin which is equal parts manic and mischievous. His calm, close-mouthed smile is more aesthetically pleasing, but it lacks his unabashed ardor. Nevertheless, you are captivated with both versions, especially when those smiles are directed at you.
His eyes. They are like red suns, always bright and intense. There is a fascinated gleam in his gaze whenever he comes across something new.
It is beautiful. All of him.
His voice is what brings you back to reality.
“I am done with my measurements,” he announces.
“I…I see.” You give him a nervous smile, acutely aware that he is still touching your face. You’re blushing; can he tell? “So am I. Why don’t you go first?”
“You are beautiful.”
What?
Zandik taps his fingers on your cheek, tracing lines on your face. He’s close—too close, your flustered expression trapped in his ruby eyes. His expression is serious yet neutral, as though he is merely studying a specimen.
“A…according to which theory?” you stutter. “The golden ratio?”
He smiles at you. “I am speaking from my own personal opinion. If the laws of nature say otherwise, I must disagree and prove them wrong.”
A specimen worthy of his full attention.
Words fail you. What can you possibly say after receiving such a compliment?
Ever the diligent scholar, Zandik lets go of you and returns to the Ruin Guard.
“That is all I have to say,” he says. He picks up a rusty cog and takes notes. “And what of your observation? Do you find me beautiful, ______?”
You remain in your spot. “...Yes, I do.”
His tone is smug. “Objectively or subjectively?”
Honestly, why did you fall for someone like him?
“I’m not sure,” you admit.
“I see.” Zandik gives you one last smile, a knowing twinkle in his eyes. “Let us continue this experiment later. I am not one to be satisfied with ambiguous results.”
♡
This was originally written for the second chapter of Chemistry, but it felt too “close” for Dottore and Assistant! Darling’s early relationship. So I just edited and moved it to the last few chapters. But I couldn’t waste the lovely thought of Dottore’s s/o falling for the parts of him which aren’t considered beautiful by the golden ratio, so here we are~
Anyway, I hope y’all enjoyed this deleted scene ft. college crush Dottore ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა
Tag a Dottore enjoyer!! @gum-iie @sirbotik @surveyycorps @boundinparchment @ruayiri @darherwings @oofasleep @oh-no-i-am-here @nicebonescomrades @diaboliravioli @ryo-ri @unloadingdata @sodomewithlifern @maaarshieee @dottoreslittlelabrat @poweredbyghostadventures
#il dottore#dottore#dottore x reader#fatui x reader#fatui harbingers#genshin x reader#g/n reader#jessamine-writing
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1 more chapter to go then we will have all 108. Phos was turned into a perfect human, but all humans are imperfect, to be a perfect human is to be imperfect. The professor said to burn the bridge back to humanity so that the new inorganic lifeforms could begin a new society free of the taint of humanity and I begin to wonder if that was impossible from the start. Much in the way Adamant taught the gems with their incomplete knowledge of humanity and how to live, Phos and Brother have guided the Pebbles in creating language and culture and just like Adamant none of it was intentional or done with malice.
I like many others found the Phos death scene to be extremely emotionally evocative, beautiful in how those pages blend the literal dissolution of Phos' body by the plasma of the dying sun with the metaphorical stripping away the years of Phos' existence as we the audience reflect back on his journey.
"You will change beyond all understanding, but something of you will remain." (The Memory - Fallen London)
"as different as they are now, some important things have not changed. this is hinted to us in 99, with the parallels it draws between the beginning of the story and where we are now (black panels with the same layout as the very first panels of the manga, and Phos lying in the grass, jobless, for who knows how long until someone calls out to them)... they still do not value their own existence and therefore take the message of ��burn the bridge” to confirm their desire to erase their existence along with humanity’s. they fear making the pebbles "human" like them and bringing them the suffering that comes with that. however, i believe Phos has already given humanity to the pebbles. through their influence (both passive and intentional) the pebbles are intelligent, communicate with language, and create art- they make songs, dance, and tell stories. they are nothing but kind to Phos and each other, because Phos is nothing but kind to them. Phos is afraid of their human influence on the pebbles causing them harm, but their influence has brought everyone nothing but happiness, because they are "a kind child" who raised these other "children" to be kind as well, just as Pebble suggests in 106. this kindness and innocence inherent to Phos is contained within their gem heart." (flayote)
Unlike flayote, I agree more with CrashDunning in that I do not think Phos and the Pebbles have reached some glorious better life and have escaped the sufferings and evils of humanity, humans have not reached redemption because redemption is meaningless here. The gems and Lunarians chose the easy way out of being prayed to instead off passing on through their own efforts to better themselves like Shiro or the game board did.
The new planet is not some glorious heaven/pure land, it was always a part of the current universe. Things are the same as they were before. The world of flowers was not the Lunarians intended destination planet, Brother went off course, they were never suppose to land on that planet, that just happened to be the planet they ended up on. In ch 107 the gems in the flowers and the Pebbles likewise represent how the Lunarians and gems failed to achieve true enlightenment and are still stuck in the same universe being recycled over and over, but that is not such a bad thing, just how things are. There is both inescapable beauty and pain to existence. After a lot of imagery of failed enlightenment and an empty lotus pod, in ch 107 the lotus pod is finally filled with seeds, it has fulfilled it's lifecycle and will continue to be reborn.
So despite everything changing beyond recognition, Phos and sentient life itself, it all also remains the same.
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1. Welcome to Night Vale, Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor // 2. via @1five1two // 3. Cosmos, Carl Sagan // 4. A Psalm for the Wild-Built, Becky Chambers // 5. "Point B,” Sarah Kay // 6. @sammy-whamm // 7. “Song of Myself,” Walt Whitman // 8. "Phenomenon of Floating,” Rob Gonsalves// 9. "Wild Geese,” Mary Oliver// 10. “End Poem,” Julian Gough.
[Image IDs:
1: Text reading “Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It is small, and yet it is. How unlikely! How fantastic!”
2: A semi-realistic painting of dark blue ocean with a small silhouette of a person standing on the beach. The sky is black on the horizon and transitions to a galactic blue starry sky.
3: Text reading "The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff."
4: Text reading “Do you not find consciousness alone to be the most exhilarating thing? Here we are, in this incomprehensibly large universe, on this one tiny moon around this one incidental planet, and in all the time this entire scenario has existed, every component has been recycled over and over and over again into infinitely incredible configurations, and sometimes, those configurations are special enough to be able to see the world around them. You and I—we’re just atoms that arranged themselves the right way, and we can understand that about ourselves. Is that not amazing?”
5: Text reading “I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass bottomed boat/ To look at through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind.”
6: A drawing of a person with dark skin, blond hair, and glowing yellow eyes wearing a peach dress. They are kneeling and are surrounded by multi-colored planetary rings. A number of small moons and a small Saturn float around their head.
7: Text reading “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars.”
8: An optical illusion painting of a person with light skin, long brown hair, and a purple swim suit floating on their back in a lake. The lake is surrounded by rocks and pine trees. The sky above is blue with white and peach clouds which starts to look more like Earth from space on the right side of the painting. The trees become a starry night sky on the right side as well.
9: Text reading “Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,/ the world offers itself to your imagination,/calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - / over and over announcing your place/ in the family of things.”
10: Text reading “and the universe said you are not alone / and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing / and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code/ and the universe said I love you because you are love.”
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#web weaving#web weave#connections#poetry#space#becky chambers#wtnv#welcome to night vale#carl sagan#mary oliver#sarah kay#quotes#sam speaks
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Community Response
Five weeks after the shootings, the district worked with the Colorado Historical Society to take down the memorials and begin preserving them for future museum displays.
The public grieving began almost immediately and increased as the days wore on. Clement Park, which sits adjacent to Columbine High School, was the center of the mourning. It became the site of literally thousands of informal memorials, as people from around the world came to leave signs of remembrance and support for the students of Columbine.
Foothills Park and Recreation District, which manages the facility, estimates that more than 200,000 people traveled to the park before the memorials were dismantled in May. The visitors left stuffed animals, crosses, angels, candles, bouquets, photographs, ribbons and numerous other items.
A pick-up truck and a small compact car, discovered the next day parked in a Clement Park lot by Columbine students, became memorials to two of the slain students. The vehicles were nearly unrecognizable as friends and strangers covered them with flowers and countless pictures, cards, letters and drawings in memory of the owners.
Mourners mingled with the media, which were set up at Clement Park to cover press conferences and response efforts at the school. The high volume of foot traffic and wet weather wreaked havoc on the park. The Foothills staff placed tents, plastic and more than 2,000 bales of straw around the memorials and grass to minimize the damage.
Items from the informal memorial were removed and put in storage in a vacant building at the Denver Federal Center. The district staff provided all of the logistics and volunteer coordination for the removal of the memorial items, a process that took three days to complete with over 300 volunteers. Under the direction of the Colorado Historical Society the main focus for the memorial removal was to be sensitive to community needs and save as many items as possible, while recognizing the need to return the park to normal operations within a reasonable time frame. The inventory of items removed from the park included over 2,500 stuffed animals, 250 crosses, pictures, artwork, a new bicycle, and over 300 banners from all over the world. In addition, thousands of flowers were recycled into potpourri or mulch for planting beds.
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Those bird asks look fun!
🦅 and 🦤?
~ maglor-my-beloved
For these birb asks. Still happily taking them if anyone has others to send!
🦅 an angsty quote (something PAINFUL!! ouch ouch ouch!)
There was tall grass on the hillside. That at least he could recall. It had billowed under the breeze like water’s motion and left him dizzy in its midst, for the ground seemed already to buckle beneath his feet as he carried the bier up the slope. He held one end of a pole, Estreth the other, Masci and Weiv supported the remaining. Baran gripped the branch just behind his father, insisting with all the stubbornness of his six years that he too should be among the bearers, and Balan had choked back a sob each time he felt the the little arms drawing weight from his own hands. But at last they reached the grave and she was laid out upon the grass.
He had traced the clay along her palms, from forehead to chin, set seeds within her mouth and cradled the infant’s tiny body within the curve of her arm. Estreth knelt and cut two of the thin, brown braids from her sister’s hair. Later, she would weave these into kessela, the mourning strands her people wore in remembrance of the dead—one for herself, one each for Balan and his sons. He had watched her trim the strands and felt somewhere in his heart it should sting to see them severed, but all that rose was a keening ache that he had claimed no such token ere his parents were laid beneath the earth. But what relic could he have salvaged, he reflected bitterly as he laid his wife within the hillside, the raiders had thrown torches as they departed and the village and slain were burned alike in its ravaging. Of his father they found only charred bones. His mother’s body they knew from the jewelry, the earrings fallen beside her upon the flagstone path.
🦤 a quote you had to delete :( (but still wanna share!)
Tragically I have cleaned out most of the things that were deleted (other than a group in my "prose graveyard" doc, but those will likely be recycled later, so I am hanging onto them). So I did a double length for the angst bird in compensation.
Thanks so much for the ask!
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sewis + soap
im drugged af and even more tired here have this ily this is feom ur bathroom prompts
"No, but I swear, it's so good!" Seb almost shouts, then looks around to see if anyone's looking at them.
Lewis chuckles at Seb's enthusiasm, but he's still not convinced.
"Man, I don't know," Lewis says, holding back his smile. "And you made it yourself?"
"Yes!" Seb exclaims. "It took me a very long time, I won't lie."
"Is that what you've been doing over the summer break," Lewis asks, because he doesn't want to ask Why didn't you answer my messages and Why are you really retiring and Why would you leave me alone here.
"Yes," Seb says excitedly. "I was playing with the idea for a while, and I needed a distraction, so I searched for something to do, beside tending to my bees, obviously." He runs his fingers through his hair, and messes it up even more, and Lewis wants to reach out and fix the curl that's falling onto his forehead. He grabs at his necklace instead.
"So what'd you put in it?" He asks despite himself.
Seb smiles, and there' something bashful in his smile, something that makes Lewis want to touch his cheek and see if he can trace the laugh lines there. He wonders hkw they would feel under his fingers. Would they disappear? Would they deepen? Would Seb let him find out?
"I made sure to keep to vegan options," he says, and starts explaining something about the honey and the wax and parafin and temperatures, and Lewis really tries to concentrate, but Sebastian's eyes are blue, and the weight on his shoulders seems lighter, and there is sadness there, but also such overwhelming relief that Lewis can't begrudge him that he's leaving. Not much.
"... so I made sure, for when I finally got it right the, uh, well, doesn't matter, the last time, to bring it to you." Lewis watches the way his lips curl around a smile. "So here. You don't have to use it," he says, and pushes a small package into Lewis' hand. "Smell it, and if you don't like it, you can throw it away. But uh, it's yours."
Lewis looks at the simple brown package. The paper is recycled, with an "LH" written in cursive on it very simply and that weitd smiley Seb always draws next to it, and he raises it to his nose.
The shape is a bit asymetrical, the soap thicker on one side than on the other, squared and pale yellow. It smells like honey, and like fresh grass somehow, and a bit like cherries. If shouldn't work, but somehow it does. Lewis raises his head and meets Seb's eyes.
"Yeah," he says, and Seb beams at him. "Yes?" He asks, once again disproportionately excited, and Lewis has admitted to himself a long time ago that at some point, that stopped annoying him and started being endearing.
"Yeah, man," he repeats, "I love it. Can't wait to try it."
"I made it especially for you," Seb says, and his eyes are sparkling blue. "If you like it, I was thinking. After the season is done, perhaps." He swallows again, then pushes on, that stubborn expression Lewis remembers from 2013 back; softer, yes, and more mellow, but same in its intensity. "I can make you more?" He swallows, and his smile is a bit shaky. "If you want, of course. Feel free to throw it away."
"No," Lewis says, and hugs the soap closer to himself. He thanks the gods he doesn't actually blush, and wraps the soap into the paper again gently.
"I definitely want more," he says softly. "Thank you, I - I love it already."
Sebastian's answering smile could light up the world.
#soap is a metaphor for love#one day i will write actual relationship but todays not that day#sewis#f1 rpf#my writing#effervescentdragonwrites#one! braincell bestie#naila 💜#sewis rights always
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Senpai's Smile | Nejire Hado
Word Count: 1106
Setting: Nejire Hado x gn!reader
Content Warnings: SFW, fluff, autumn prompt, oneshot
Summary: classroom cleanup assignment has been moved outside due to the recent antics of the first years, offering you the rare opportunity to soak in the scenery.
[art work i not mine, full credit goes to the artist!]
Vivid vermilions caught your eyes, danced amongst the barren branches. Their delicate rattle shaking twigs, drifted amongst the delicate chill of the breeze that guided its path. The still brown bark shifted from summer, greeting the winter months to come. The leaves swayed beneath its influence; trembled in a dance with no song. Playful and rejoicing its reunion with the leaves that littered the gardens of U.A. Academy grounds.
The press of your lips that formed a smile, light as the air that mingled with the leaves, beckoned the play of their rustle. Allowed them to dance amongst its breath of life if only to enjoy its descent. Eyes of wander, snug against the scarf that nuzzled into your neck, met your school uniform beneath it, only faintly aware of the small chill that formed at the red of your nose. Far too enthralled to be spirited away by the tango of autumn leaves to notice how the cold had met the tips of your fingers, nor the rake that you clutched beneath the callous of your fingers.
The usual classroom cleanup had lent itself to repairing the gardens alongside the usual tasks such as cleaning up chalkboards, sweeping floors, and recycling trash. A recent spat between class, 1B’s Monoma Neito, and that of class 1A’s Bakugo Katsuki. The inner class turmoil had dragged from a class set match, one that had been outlined, and purposeful to increase the student’s combat skills, had concluded its lesson erupted from the wall of the building, plummeting two stories down into the garden. Robbing the remainder of the trees from their foliage, scattering rubble amongst the blades of grass, and withering the delicate autumn blooms that had fought back the chill. Absolutely no match to the explosive emitter, tarnished survival chances, and left the state of the otherwise beautiful retreat in ruins. Resulting in all classes to assist in the cleaning up, Principal Nezu having expressed it as an opportunity for classes to familiarize themselves with one another—sugar coated persuasion, but you had seized the opportunity to escape the mundaneness of the usual classroom tasks. you hated dusting the erasers.
Giggles that drifted amongst the breeze as harmonious and playful as the leaves. Delicate as a songbird, and warm as the sun that fought back winter’s chill. Periwinkle blue hair, curled to captivate her cheeks. Holding them dear only possible to you in daydreams. Long strands of hair that twirled in her motions, spun on her ankle with her own rake in the air. Oblivious to the way her skirt lingered in the air, far too immersed in enjoying the day. Perky despite the chores, and exuberant amongst the foliage. Her eyes mirrored of the sky, and the warmth of the day as beautiful as pools of apatite crystals. Luminescent in the light of day, the heat of her smile as her doll like eyelashes fluttered to meet your peeking. The linger of her gaze, forget-me-note blue eyes that held your heart and elicited an electric current that traveled from your chest to the heat of your cheeks. The blush that threatened to spread across your cheeks, traveled beneath the collar of your uniform. Horrified to be caught peeking at the senpai. once again. Allowed the panic to travel down your spine, jerking your chin from the cross-fires of her head tilt. Forcing your eyes to focus to the leaves that skittered across the ground, frantically scratching your rake against the fresh earth. Praying not to draw any more attention to yourself than your peeking had inspired.
“[FN!]” Her voice light and bouncy as her quirk allowed your body to take flight. Impish as a fairy in the sky, beautiful. To hear your name pass through her glossed lips. Chastised yourself for allowing something so simple to give your heart wings, and even more the way your shoulders jumped at her call. Y-You had nothing to be ashamed of! I-It wasn’t as if you had done s-something improper! You had just been looking that way when her skirt--- ah god above. You could feel the shudder of the blush reach your ears as you shyly peeked over your shoulder. You were not in the habit of spying; you just couldn’t help the way your attention tended to gravitate to the upperclassman.
Not that refuting any claims would save you from what was to happen next. The speed of her step faster than your own reflexes. The press of her chest against your own, the surprise of her close proximity having spread your arms. Disarmed you from your gardening tool, horrified at the undignified squeal that escaped from your lips as her weight bore down on your own. The slip of your feet beneath you, tumbled into the leaves. Hado-senpais’ form squished against you as her cheek met your own. The jostle of her giggles warm and inviting to your ears, the red of your cheeks pungently aware of the way she held her body to your own. A vision of a pixie lost in the autumn scenery, the odd leaves that stuck from her hair in variety of places. Her long strands rolled over her shoulder, tickled your nose as you laid beneath her. Shy eyes that traced the rounds of her cheeks, etched the flicker of her long eyelashes squeezed tight in her laughter. Joy that warmed your bones, heated your body thoroughly and shamed the tuck of your collar. Only stilled by the shuffle of the older girl as she flopped to her bottom, giggling at the crunch of leaves beneath her weight. Fistfuls of scavenged leaves caught between her nails as she tossed them your way. Her joy contagious, pulled you forward, and captivated your heart. Your thoughts focused on only one thing as you pressed your hands to one another, scooping up leaves with the bend of your back, and catching them through the air. Scattering your efforts amongst the breeze, disbursed by her joy.
To see senpai’s smile.
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Pokemon Card of the Day #2808: Feraligatr (Neo Genesis #5)
While the Neo Genesis set had 2 Feraligatr cards, one clearly stood out. With the limited quick drawing options that weren’t shuffling cards back into the deck after the first three sets rotated out of play, set-up could be rather slow. Most decks also didn’t want to make use of something like Misty’s Wrath since card recovery options weren’t the best. Feraligatr was the rare exception, being fueled by having tons of Energy in the discard pile, and having to shuffle Energy back into the deck when attacking tended to work as a way to recycle resources due to another card that had been mostly overlooked. Everything seemed to be in Feraligatr’s favor in the new format, and as people tried out new decks it seemed to be one of the most popular choices.
120 HP was the highest available at the time, and was certainly bulky enough to take hits. Blaine’s Arcanine was the notable exception here, and Feraligatr was the main reason that card saw play. Grass as a type saw more use than it otherwise would have simply to help deal with Feraligatr, with Crobat ending up as the popular choice to pick on that. Pokemon like Erika’s Victreebel and Meganium got some use for that as well, and Dark Weezing was something to keep an eye on even if not very common. The Retreat Cost was 3, so Warp Point was probably a good option if you could fit it.
Downpour was a nice Pokemon Power that went well with Feraligatr’s attack. You could discard a Water Energy from your hand as often as you wanted during your turn, as long as Feraligatr wasn’t Asleep, Confused, or Paralyzed. This was here to help Riptide hit really hard, and it did a pretty good job.
Riptide required 3 Water Energy on Feraligatr and, realistically, a lot in the discard pile. The attack did 10 damage plus 10 more for each Water Energy card in the discard pile, then said Energy was shuffled back into the deck. You’d think this would be hard to use consistently, but you could use Misty’s Wrath and Secret Mission to get through a lot of the deck, followed by Trash Exchange on the turn after a Riptide to likely get a lot of the Energy back into the discard pile. It was quite effective to say the least.
The shift to the Neo-On format needs to specifically be noted here. Feraligatr lost all of the Trainers just mentioned in that rotation, and back then people used Parasect to force the Energy to stay in the discard pile for repeated attacks. The way Feraligatr was translated made that work. In modern times, people tend to play them as the original cards were worded on first release in Japan, and the correct translation would have required the Energy to be moved to the deck to increase damage. The strategy would result in 10 damage from Riptide, making Feraligatr useless in modern Neo-On games.
Feraligatr was the star of the best deck in the old Rocket-On format, with Slowking being the only thing to challenge the role at the time. It’s still a top deck in that format even with erratas getting rid of Slowking, but other decks, such as those using Dark Crobat or Dark Gengar, have been able to reach a similar level. It was common to see the majority of top results in tournaments be Feraligatr decks at the card’s peak, and was one of the more dominant cards for its time. Being able to set up relatively quickly was very powerful and made for a deck that everyone had to prepare for... and often even that wasn’t enough to stop it.
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a collection of eco friendly lifestyle ideas + swaps from various sources around the web:
reusable makeup remover wipes/cotton rounds - i use these and they’re way softer on the skin and bigger so you can use multiple times before washing either in sink or with a laundry load.
cutting products open when they are almost finished - will acc save a lot of money and means that even if buying sustainably is inaccessible to you (valid!) you can make products last for longer
freeze your overripe fruits for smoothies - all tastes the same, means you can make ur own cute lil smoothie mixes and they are often thicker!!
wash dry and reuse plastic bags - they’re almost unavoidable, but you can reuse them easily (i do this for my lunch!)
buy slow fashion - to some this might be too pricey which is totally fine!! but for my uk ppl: run and fly, lucy and yak, and fat face all look rly good and have fun clothing.
eat plant based food - you don’t have to be a vegetarian, you can do meat free monday or just choose the mcplant over a normal burger at maccies! quorn has acc aamzing chicken nuggets and often supermarkets have vegetarian aisles!
support your local farmers market - they often do not wax their apples and you will actually be able to support local businesses instead of big corporations! they also are just fun to go to :)
use a bar dish soap and a bamboo brush
to wash your body, buy bar soap and a net type pouch for it to be able to save it and exfoliate, often less expensive and not packaged in plastic, more scents or you can even make your own!! i’ve heard black african soap is rly good!
use a recycled plastic toothbrush over a normal one - you can use bamboo, but for me bc of sensory issues i can’t, so this is a nice compromise!
use beeswax wraps for food instead of clingfilm - they are more sticky and thick so accessible for people with motor issues (maybe, correct me if i’m wrong but less delicate?) and they have fun patterns and are available from lots of small businesses
instead of liquid hand soap, either use a bar soap or my preference would be a glass pump bottle and tablets that you can dissolve as i find bar soap hard to handle, but bar soap you can keep in tins!
use a reusable water bottle - you can fill them with fizzy drinks or energy drinks, there’s no rules against this!! they keep your drink cold and are sturdier then plastic, and definitely cheaper!! you can also draw on some or stick stickers on to make them more ‘you’!
use cloth napkins and ‘unpaper’ towels instead of rolls of paper towels
buy in bulk
use an ice tray or machine instead of buying big bags from the store - less heavy definitely, and you can add fruits and make ice pops with trays!!
use a refillable or natural deodorant- i use wild (uk ppl!!) and it smells nice, the refills are easy and come in paper and i have a rly cute metal holder!!
you can get reusable cupcake papers - esp for my ppl who like the lick the bottom, they won’t fall apart XD!
use a kindle - reduces the amount of paper books you have to buy, easily transportable, can lend books out to ppl and cheaper books!
bring your own lunch - esp if ur a picky eater like me, i often bring a cheese sandwich and some crisps places so i’m not stuck not eating or choking down food i don’t like and leaving leftovers, also means you can use your own plastic tupperwares instead of store bought single use things lol
grow your own things - i used to grow strawberries as a child and it was surprisingly easily, some ideas are bottle tower gardens and a kitchen herb gardens, you can also grow cat grass and catnip for all my cat parents out there :)
collect rainwater for your plants - just keep a mason jar in your backyard if you have one, or journey out when it’s raining and fill a jar, will last you a bit!!
that’s all i have for now but feel free to add more!!
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I wanted to do a bit of worldbuilding for Spineridge, my small desert town that is a main location in my Hollow Knight fanfiction, so I decided to draw some of the local flora and fauna, along with how they’re used.
The first picture is of sandslips, which are quite an abundant species within the desert. They are small scavengers and will eat practically anything, so they are an important part of the local ecosystem by recycling nutrients back into the food web. They are an important source of prey, and are also a great source of food for carnivorous bugs. They are quite small, but since they’re so abundant and easy to catch (the most they can do is hiss and nip at you) they are a staple for many meat-based dishes in Spineridge.
The second drawing is focusing on cactnols, which are herbivores that protect themselves with their hard, spikey shell. They can also curl up into a ball like an armadillo and live in small herds. If you’re traveling through the desert and come across a group of round cactuses, it’s probably actually a herd of cactnol trying to hide! Because of their tough shells they are really hard to hunt, but if one does manage to slay one every part of them is extremely useful. The shell can be made into excellent spiked armour plates, or kept in tack and used as a large bowl after cutting off the spikes (many restaurants in Spineridge use cactnol shell bowls to mix large amounts of salads for herbivorous guests). Their meat is also very tender, and cactnol steaks are often seen as a delicacy in the desert.
Cactus fruit is another staple food in Spineridge. A single one can be eaten as a snack, or a few of them with some nectar is a great meal for nectarivorous bug. The cactus that it grows from is pretty abundant, so the fruit is easy to gather. I actually got inspired from the cacti that grow dragon fruit for designing this catus! The cactus fruit can also be juiced, along with fermented into a cider (which is a certain tarantula hawk wasp’s beverage of choice).
Creeping vines are also an abundant desert flora and have a variety of uses. The entire plant is edible, but only the flowers and leaves are usually eaten as the vines are quite tough and become even tougher as they dry out. Instead, the vines are used to make a very sturdy rope. The leaves and flowers are often used to make a salad, which makes a great meal for herbivorous bugs. The flowers are also a great source of nectar, and can be used as pigments and fabric dyes. Both the flowers and the leaves can be brewed into tea as well.
So yeah! That’s all the worldbuilding for now. I might try drawing some buildings, or making some drawing of more of my Hollow Knight ocs that live in Spineridge. Photo descriptions under the ‘Read More’, but just a small warning - it’s pretty long!
First image: In the left side of the image there is a collection of drawings of a small, segmented sand-coloured creature. It has five segments, with the largest one in the center and tapering on either end; the segments are triangular in shape. Its face is on the first segment with two black, slanted oval-shaped eyes that slightly bulge out of its head and a straw-coloured mouth that is made up of three triangular segments, one at the top and one on each side. There are four drawings of the sandslip. The first, top right drawing has the sandslip curled to the side with only the side of his face visible. The picture lower to the left is a close-up of the first three segments of the sandslip with its mouth open and looking upward. The image below is a full drawing of a sanslip from above, the full face visible. The last picture to the right of it is a sandslip is about the same position but from a distance, and the last segment of it isn’t visible. It is curving over the top of a grey stone sitting on light brown soil. There is a smaller, dark grey pebble to the stone’s right and to clumps of grass behind and on either side of the stone, the one on the left being slightly taller. Underneath these images is a bullet list titles ‘Sandslips:’. The two bullet points read ‘Small scavengers’ and ‘Abundant in the desert’. In the right side of the image there are two pictures. The top one is a large fire with a wooded stand on both the right and left side of the fire. Resting over the fire and being supported on either end by these two wooden structures are four long, thin, black skewers. On each skewer are two sandslips; they are far away and small enough that the details of the face cannot be seen, and their normally sand-coloured shells have been roasted to a brown colour. Below this drawing is a picture of a light brown, wooden plate. On the plate are three smaller, dark-coloured skewers made of wood with each one having a roasted sandslip on it. The sandslips are closer up so you can see the details of the face; the eyes are now cartoony X’s and the mouth is now a darker straw colour. The three skewers take up most of the plate and are nearer to the top. In the space remaining at the bottom of the plate there are slices of a round, light-red fruit with pink flesh and two seeds in each slice. Next to this illustration is a description reading ‘Fire-Roasted Sandslip Skewers & Cactus Fruit Slices’.
Second image: This picture is made up of four drawings. The first one, which is furthest to the left, is of a shelled quadruped. Its shell is light green and covered in small, peachy tan spikes. Its head and legs are a dull, light yellow, with its head an oval-ish shape slightly pointed at the bottom. It has two black, almond-shaped eyes. Under it is a bullet list titled ‘Cactnol:’ with the bullets underneath reading ‘Medium-sized herbivores’ and ‘Lives in small herds’.To the right and slightly above this image is a small drawing of a cactnol curled up like an armadillo. There is a curved seam line in an otherwise perfect sphere covered in spikes; its head and legs can’t be seen at all.Under it and to the right is a wooden plate. It has leaves of various shades of green across the plate with a circular cut of yellow meat sitting on top. The meat is dripping a white-yellow gravy and has a single, small leaf resting on top as a garnish. Above it the drawing is labeled ‘Cactnol Steak with Mixed Greens’.Below it is a light green shell bowl with small, peachy tan spots; these spots remain from cutting off the shell’s spikes. The bowl is thick with a light-tan edge and a light-brown center. Below it is the label ‘Cactnol Shell Bowl’.To the right of the bowl is a drawing of some shoulder armour. The armour is made of two pieces of shell, a smaller one on top of the other. The light green shells are overlapped and still have their peachy-tan spikes, except on the lower shell where the smaller shell overlaps on the larger one. The shell plates are attached to a belt made of a dark and dull green, plant-fiber material. The buckle is made of grey metal, and there are little holes in the fabric for the buckle. The belt is tightened to about halfway, with a little bit of the remaining length of the belt hanging loose after the buckle. Under the drawing there is a label that reads ‘Cactnol Shell Armour’.
Third image: This picture is made up of three drawings. The one on the top left is of a round, light red fruit. In front of it to the left is a quarter-slice of the same type of fruit laying on its back. The flesh of the fruit is light magenta, and in the center of it is two almond-shaped, yellow seeds with the pointed parts pointing to the center. In the lower counter of the slice a pale pink liquid is dripping from it. To the right of the whole fruit there is a smaller piece of the same fruit, half the size of the qatar-slice. The point of it is pointed upward and it is sitting on its cut side with the skin facing the whole fruit behind it. Only one seed is on it since it is a smaller piece of fruit, and the cut bottom is leaking more light pink liquid from under it. To the right of the collection of fruit is the description of ‘Cactus Fruit’.Below this picture is a drawing of a dull green, glass bottle with a tan-coloured cork in it. The liquid that is filling it to the neck is magenta, appearing slightly darker from being within the coloured bottle. There is a white streak of reflected light on the bottle starting in the center and curving to the left. The streak is broken into three parts with the largest at the top and the size of the parts decreasing as they go down the side; the largest, topmost streak is triangular while the smaller streaks are more oval-shaped. This light streak stops halfway down the bottle. To the right of the drawing is the label ‘Cactus Fruit Cider’.To the right of both images is a drawing of a cactus with drooping leaves emerging from the single stalk. The topmost leaves are smaller and have nothing on their tips. The row of leaves below them have things on them; from left to right there are two with orange flowers with pointed petals, one with a round, light red fruit, and one with an orange-red bulb. Behind the cactus another leaf can be seen between the last two leaves and has a fruit on it as well. The next row down has four leaves with the leftmost one slightly behind the cactus, and all are bearing fruit. The last row of leaves are drooping on the ground and are mostly yellow with light brown, torn tips. It is sitting on dark-tan coloured soil. There is a grey rock resting on the ground slightly behind the cactus on the left, and a dark brown one in front and to the right of the cactus.
Fourth image: This picture is made up of three images. The bottom image is of a light green vine plant splayed across the tan-and-light-brown ground. There are seven vines visible, with the second, third, fith, and sixth vine splitting at the ends. Each vine has curved, almond-shaped leaves with the point facing outward scattered across them, along with a few flowers spread out across the plant as well. These flowers are yellow with rounded petals and become yellow-orange near the center. The center of the flower is a pale yellow colour. The drawing is described by the phrase ‘Creeping Vine Plant’ above the drawing.Above and to the left of the drawing of the vines is a wooded brown bowl; the bottom section of the bowl is a darker brown as it is in shadow from the upper, larger part of the bowl. Within the bowl is a mix of light green leaves in a curved, almond shape, along with some yellow flowers. The details of the flowers are much more visible than they were on the vine, with the orange around the center and the pale yellow center of the flower easier to see since they are closer. Above the bowl is the label ‘Vine Plant Salad’.Next to the bowl is a drawing of a coil of rope, with the end of it drooping down from the right side; the end of the rope is slightly frayed. The coil of rope is three coils tall, and has curved indents from where the rope is twisted going around it; the curves are curved to the left and then back to the center. The rope is a dull, light green and the description of the drawing, reading ‘Vine Rope’, is above and to the right of the picture.
Fifth image: This image is a combination of the four images above. The top-left section is of the sandslips. The bottom-left section is of the cactnol. The top-right section is of the cactus fruit. The bottom-right section is of the creeping vine plant.
#hollow knight#hollow knight worldbuilding#Spineridge#worldbuilding#hollow knight fanfic#hollow knight fanart#my art#ss&s
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5 Anti LO Asks
1. What I don't get is RS is going for "mad king Zeus is scared to lose his power" angle yet like ok ... why isn't Hera a fertility goddess then? Her creator (ugh) is one, why doesn't she have it? Why did it skip her generation to only pop up in Persephone? there's no logic to anything in this and even the slightly bit of thinking about it for more than 10 seconds makes it fall apart into a heap of retcons, stolen fanfic ideas/theories, recycled tropes, and RS being far too cocky about her skills.
2. no one: / lo hades in the new logo: 👁👄👁
3. When I see an LO stan flipping out over very valid criticism and they lash out and say "they're defending their fandom" all I think is "ok, this is just a kid, they don't know any better" but nah, it's more often than not a grown ass adult, sometimes adults older than Rachel herself is at 35+, and it's like like?? I don't want to be that person to them but ... please go outside and touch grass, for the love of God. I don't care how much you love something, DON'T make it your whole world, please.
From OP: I saw that post and good lord, that person most definitely needed some fresh air. I personally like to pretend people like that don’t exist but unfortunately, they do and are rampant in this fandom.
4. How is it that fanart is better than the official comic at this point?
5. Like ... ok, I'll commend RS or TRYING to do more complicated angles, fine, but either her drawing skill isnt good enough and/or her style doesnt allow it but it NEVER looks good, like literally never. Hell, even live action productions don't do angles like that, it's too awkward and goofy. if she wants "dramatic" angles of characters looking up, then why not have an overhead shot to emphasize how helpless and small they feel? idk, the art choices continue to get worse in this.
#anti lo#anti lore olympus#lo critical#lore olympus critical#i forgot the tags again#why does this keep happening to me 😭
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Pokemon Card of the Day #2960: Feraligatr (Dragon Majesty)
The Dragon Majesty print of Feraligatr was an update to a legendary card, the Feraligatr from Neo Genesis that won all sorts of tournaments when it was first released. The updates this time included almost doubling its damage since HP numbers were much higher in 2018 and lowering the amount of Energy needed to use the attack. One thing the old Feraligatr took advantage of was the lack of draw power that was usable by other decks, while being able to recycle cards itself and take advantage of things like Misty's Wrath. Feraligatr wasn't going to have the Trainer advantage here and had a lot of strong, fast Pokemon to deal with. The concept was very much intact, but there was context to consider too.
160 HP was a pretty good number for a Stage 2, being in that spot that even the later Tag Teams weren't all guaranteed to just get the KO. A Grass Weakness was one of the better ones to have simply because that type wasn't very good at the time. The Retreat Cost was 3, however, so you were likely going to swing away with a Feraligatr until it fell since fitting a bunch of switching cards alongside all the support Feraligatr needed was really hard to do.
Downpour set up for the big attack by letting you discard a Water Energy from your hand as often as you wanted during your turn. This was simply to power up Riptide and nothing else, and the goal was to discard as many as you could after covering Feraligatr's Energy cost. This was likely easiest in the SUM-On format by filling the Bench with Ribombee from Burning Shadows, as each could fetch 2 Energy per turn.
Riptide started at just 10 damage for 2 Water Energy, which was obviously not going to cut it. 20 more was added for each Water Energy in the discard pile, and that could add up quickly. The issue was generally that you needed the discarded Water Energy amount to hit double digits to take down Pokemon that gave up multiple Prizes, and using the attack shuffled all Water Energy in the discard pile back into your deck. That's why an absurd amount of Energy searching was required here, including the swarm of Ribombee.
The game around Feraligatr this time around was much faster and while the support was still good, so many other things had amazing support and could be more reliable than a 5-6 Pokemon set-up that the new version of Feraligatr was basically ignored. Anyone looking back at old cards and being interested in this one would probably be better off going and playing Rocket-On instead, where Feraligatr was a top tier threat. The reason to go back and play this instead would be to avoid baby flips, but Feraligatr was tough to build around in this era because of so many required cards and a high Energy count and consistency was simply an issue. It was cool to see this again for nostalgia though.
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Useful Advice For Organic Gardening
You don't have to grow an organic garden exactly like a professional to fully enjoy it. You can grow a garden your way, so long as it employs the basics of organic gardening that can actually help your plants grow. Try looking at the tips below. They can give you some more helpful advice.
If you are going to be doing a lot of work in your garden very close to the ground, such as weeding or planting, use a garden stool or pad to protect your knees. This will make it easier to get back up again and move once you finish, and will also reduce bruising on your knees.
Mix the grounds of coffee in soil that has a lot of alkaline. Using coffee grounds is a less expensive way to make your soil more acidic than trying to replace your topsoil. Balanced soil will produce more flavorful, crisp vegetables and greens.
Create an illusion of space. If you have a small garden, use color to create an illusion of more space. thông cống nghẹt giá rẻ of blues, grays, pinks and mauves will create a misty effect, giving you the feeling of depth. If you use a bright color in the foreground such as red, this will emphasize the effect, as it draws the eye forward.
Pay attention to the time of year that your plants bloom before you start pruning them. If you prune your flowering shrubs and trees while they have buds on them, that plant won't flower that year. The best time to prune is just after the last season's blooms have faded.
For a healthy, weed-free lawn, cut your grass at the highest point recommended for the blend of grass you're growing. Cutting your grass too short won't mean you have to mow less often. Instead, it allows weeds to take hold, and causes water to evaporate. Longer grass can better protect itself against weeds, drought, and pests.
Recycled newspaper can be used in the garden. Newspapers are an eco-friendly addition to your garden that can keep weeds at bay and help your soil retain important moisture. Simply wet some newspaper, and place it around the bases of your garden plants. Sprinkle with soil to ensure the paper does not blow away. It will smother any weed seedlings trying to emerge and help the soil hold onto its moisture.
Keep your gardening tools organized. You do not want to trek out to your garden, only to realize you do not have everything you need with you and need to hunt your tools down. Keep small tools in a tool belt that you can grab and throw on easily or keep them in a 5-gallon bucket that you can carry out to your garden, quickly.
Plant fruits and vegetables that you know you like. If you have children, having them help in the garden will make them want to eat the food that they grow. You will be able to save money on your fresh produce as well as know that your family is eating the best produce around.
Grow evergreen plants. If you grow too many evergreen plants, your garden runs the risk of looking very gloomy, but a few well-placed evergreens can give a year-round framework. Choose evergreen plants with variegated or lighter green foliage, rather than sticking to darker colors. They can be used as a backdrop for spring and summer plants, and be the main attraction in the fall and winter.
Blend flowering fruit shrubs into your regular landscape. Don't have a separate area to turn into a garden? Elderberries, blueberries and currants have pretty flowers in springtime and look great in the fall as well. The side benefit of these landscape-enhancing plants is all the fruit they produce for you to enjoy.
If your garden shed is far from your garden, try to carry your frequently used tools with you. This will save you time by helping you avoid making many trips to your shed to get tools. If you will need more tools than you can carry, you could consider using a wagon or a bucket to hold all of your tools.
So, as you can see, organic gardening is more than just professional organic gardening. It really can be a relaxing hobby or activity if you want it to be. You should feel a bit better and ready to start growing a better organic garden using your newly-found knowledge of this type of gardening.
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1. little guys
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the little receptacles for the recycling and trash have little green lights that blink on their tops as the goers and livers place things in them. a pedal with a drawing of a footprint serves as a convenient device to open and close them--and i watch as people press down. it makes me think of old school classes on invention. the complicated histories of the pulleys and ropes and little guys that live inside of the mechanisms to make them work. i imagine what their worker's rights movements look like. does anybody else notice? the students walk through a granite archway constructed with gigantic greco-roman pillars across the street. little guys.
we're all tied together. that's what i learned in school. and everyone's got their own takes about what ties us and how and even why. and it's all a little silly because we're all gonna die someday, or so i've been told. but the grass keeps growing when it gets mowed. and the cuttings and trimmings smell like "why?"
i'm sitting in a big lawn on a concrete block, and i inhale a bit of cherry poison because none of this matters. the synapses in my body connect for a moment--one which reminds me of every time anything has made sense to me, which i could probably count on my hands. but all the little guys are filling the spaces between the white stripes on the crosswalk, meandering and chatting and meandering. and i think for a moment about this university that i'm visiting. are the kids with the big grins and fancy athleisure here because they're smart? or because they're rich? both? the irony is not lost on me as i stand and wander towards a bus stop with a sticker that calls for revolution. what would any of these people know about that as they walk into a building made from the layers and layers of pain that got the world to this point? architecture students who might not even know what the whole thing is built on.
are we talking about the school anymore? or the little guys? or the systems? i couldn't get into this school because i wasn't smart enough. so i take a deep breath and remember that maybe it's not my place to judge. i can do what they all do and hope one of the people here knows what to do. but the thought keeps racing because i have to pee so bad. and the building does not allow visitors. the light of the sign above their women's room compels me to break all convention and step inside...fully off the rails, I go for it.
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