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moonlight26posts-blog · 7 months

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Bryan- 1 year, unaltered male, 37lbs

Bryan is an adorable and petite 1-year old pup with a heart full of love to give!

This charming boy is a fantastic walking companion, making walks in the neighborhood a breeze. Bryan is already well on his way to learn whatever you want to teach him; he knows the 'sit' command and he also seems like he understands 'paw'. One of Bryan's standout qualities is his affectionate nature- he adores being around his human friends and will shower you with affection.

Whether it's snuggling up to you on the bench or leaning in for pets, Bryan is your guy! He has also done well with other dogs while at the shelter.

Recently, Bryan went on a short foster break so that we could get to know him, and he has a lot of fantastic qualities! He loves the car and jumps right in, ready for where you want to take him. He is quite the social butterfly and loves meeting new people, accepting attention with a wiggly and loose body. He is almost housebroken and is very smart and has been catching on quickly, too! He may be deaf or hard of hearing, but Bryan has done very well with hand signals and is always very engaged.

Unfortunately, Bryan is incredibly stressed in the shelter environment. He has been started on gabapentin and trazodone to help, but he is still unable to settle, licking the door frame of his kennel to the point of pooling saliva and sadly vocalizing frequently. He is the same way in a crate, as well, so will require a slow acclimation to crating in the future.

BARCS is out of dog space and it is not fair to Bryan's mental and physical well-being to have his frustration continue to build. Due to his increasing stress, Bryan needs rescue placement no later than close of business (6pm) 9/26.

Please email [email protected] if your organization can help!

or come meet him to adopt!

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS)

New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225

[email protected]| (410) 396-4695

Adoption hours:

Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m.

Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m.

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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cockwarming with bonten 🤭

The Syndicate: Manjiro Sano/Sanzu Haruchiyo/Ran Haitani/Rindou Haitani/Hajime Kokonoi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.6k

tw: smut

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Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

"Keep still." You clench your thighs at the command, holding yourself in Mikey's lap as he sits on his bed. You're there for other reasons than just watching TV, though. Attending to the head of Bonten is almost like serving a soulless doll.

You come in every Saturday to service Manjiro however he pleases. Most of the time, he'll ask you to bend over and pleasure himself that way. It's wordless, meaningless, and very nearly formulaic sex.

But you couldn't say no to Kokonoi - who, by all accounts, was your boss - when he told you what you'd be used for. You're just another body to be employed in the service of Bonten. Just another girl at their disposal.

But tonight, Manjiro asked you to sit on his cock while watching some drama on the television. You'd noticed the deep dark circles under his eyes, the skin purpling and sagging under the weight of the organization he managed. Perhaps your noticing made you soft.

Soft enough to obey when Manjiro simply sits and blinks at the screen, still rock hard and deep inside you.

"Just need something warm tonight," he exhales, almost in your ear. If things had been different, you were sure this young man would be a perfect lover. Perhaps even a sweet friend to tease and joke with in between the cacophony of city life.

It nearly escapes your notice that Manjiro is nodding off, but you're alert enough to realize that his hands are slack around your waist and barely slipping from your supple skin. Before long, his soft snores reach your ears, and his chin tips down onto your shoulder.

You won't move. Not when you've been told to keep still. Not while the king of the world is asleep in your arms.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

"Tell him you want three kilos."

You type out the message quickly, your thumbs flying across the screen.

"Is that it?" you ask, and Sanzu hums behind you.

"Maybe a few grams of shrooms, too."

"Got it."

"You're so good to me," Sanzu replies, running his fingers over your hair. Practically petting you, like he always does when he's pleased. "Do you want anything?"

"No," you lie. "I'm gonna send this off."

"Do it." You press the "send" button and set the phone on the couch beside you. You lean back to look Sanzu in the eye, and he tilts his chin up, searching your face for something. "What are you thinking about, kitten?"

"Thinking about how long I've been sitting in your lap... with your fat cock in my cunt."

"You act like you're bothered." His lips stretch into a grin, but you don't smile with him. "Oh, you are bothered."

"I've been good," you pout. "So good. Just waiting patiently for you to fuck me. But you just..."

"I just...?"

"You just cum in me when you're done. You don't even get me off."

"I thought you liked that, though." He frowns, and you shift your hips back and forth, rocking to some unheard tempo. "You're telling me you don't?"

"Can we fuck this one time?" you beg. "I promise I won't go crazy."

"You know why I don't fuck you."

"Yeah, yeah... your dick is the second-most addicting thing in this world." You roll your eyes. "Big deal."

"I'm being honest," Sanzu interjects, pushing his heir back with spindly fingers. "If you start coming around and expecting me to fuck you whenever and wherever you'll be disappointed."

"I can handle it. I'm a big girl."

"So you say," Sanzu hums. "I'm just trying to save you some heartache."

"Fuck that. Fuck me. Right now." Sanzu shifts his hips forward, barcing himself on the couch.

"Don't say I didn't tell you so tomorrow morning," he huffs, smirking. "Girls call my dick 'No-Doze'. I'm gonna have you up all night."

Ran Haitani

"We're gonna rock around the clock tonight..."

Ran's fingers remain on the bathroom sink, gripping the marble for dear life.

"Hey!" The pounding on the bathroom door resumes. "I have to take a fucking shit!"

"Don't move," Ran whispers in your ear. You nod, eyes still on the knob, praying it wouldn't break. If you're caught fucking the Ran Haitani during the annual Christmas party, you're more than just screwed. Kakucho would probably fire you.

"Whoever's in there, I'm getting a key!" The person stomps off, shuffling back down the hallway toward the main party in the living room.

"We have about three minutes before that shithead gets a key," Ran advises, still holding your hips captive on his dick. "We have a choice. We can scramble to the guest bedroom, or stay here and brave it out."

"What do you suggest?" you wonder breathlessly. Ran's eyes shift from the door to you, and you can see the cogs working in his mind while you keep his cock warm and hard.

"I suggest we get to that bedroom. I'm sure no one will want to crash in there tonight." You both quickly re-dress and hurry out of the bathroom, praying you wouldn't get caught in the shuffle. Once you reach the guest bedroom across the hallway, you both let out a deep sigh. Then comes the laughter.

"That's crazy," you huff, undoing your skirt again. "All these rooms here and only three bathrooms. Who could imagine that?"

"Didn't buy the place myself, so I don't know..."

Ran undoes his pants again - somehow hard, still - and climbs on the bed. He extends his hand out to you, and you take it, climbing on top of him and sliding back down on his cock.

"What're you gonna tell Kakucho if he asks where you've been?"

"I was helping you," you reply, kissing Ran long and hard. "With... some paperwork."

"Sounds about right," he murmurs, leaning back on the bed and tucking his arms under his head. "Now let me see how those hips work, hm?"

Rindou Haitani

Ran gets all the girls.

And it's not fair - he doesn't give a shit about most of them. Sometimes Rindou will get passed down his sloppy seconds, girls Ran has played around with but then ignored. Then the girls come crawling to him - if only to get another glimpse of Ran around the large estate Bonten calls headquarters.

But when Rindou sees you for the first time (running "errands"), he can't help but call dibs first. It's not like him to lean on the side of a car like a slick salesman and give you the long once-over. He's not a dirtbag trying to catch you off guard.

You humored him though. And now you're sitting in that same car, ass in his lap, and holding onto the steering wheel while his stick... shift is deep as fuck inside of you.

"Which button do I press?" you wonder, turning around slightly to eye him.

"The... the 'on' button right there." Rindou is trying his best not to cum inside you as he reaches up a shaking finger and points to the glowing button.

"I can't reach it," you pout. You shift up a little, your pussy sliding right over his cock. "Push it for me, Rin..." Rin has to keep his cool. That's what Ran does, right? That's how he would handle this situation. But he very nearly loses his mind trying not to move too fast.

"Can't." You press your hips back into his lap - and all the way back down on his cock - and hum, thinking. "Oh fuck, y/n, don't--"

"Don't what?" you question, moving your hips back and forth. "Don't do this?" Rindou's eyes roll into the back of his head as his hips jerk up and down to meet yours eagerly.

"Gotta be... careful," Rindou pants, grabbing your hips as he fucks you. "Don't want to... mess up my brother's... car..."

Hajime "Koko" Kokonoi

"Four, five, six, seven..."

The shuffling of money between your fingers is the only sound in Koko's office - well, besides his labored breathing, that is.

"Make sure you count it correctly," Koko murmurs, and you nod, barely shifting an inch in his lap. It's your task of the week: sitting on Kokonoi's cock while counting all of the profits made during the previous quarter. And if you do it all without shifting an inch... you get anything you want.

"So much easier this way," you mumble, wrapping the stack of ten thousand dollar bills up with a rubber band. You slip the money back into the pouch and count another stack. "You get what you want, and I get what I want."

"Mmmm..."

You continue to count the bills in virtual silence. Kokonoi's cock throbs a few times, each threatening to break your concentration. "You're doing that on purpose."

"No," Kokonoi chuckles. "That's your soaking wet pussy's fault. I'm not even moving." You turn to face the blond menace, and he laughs while patting your leg. "Keep counting, pretty girl. Gotta have this done before the end of the day."

"Just admit that you could do this yourself, and I could be lying on the couch waiting for you to fuck me."

"What's the fun in that?" Kokonoi wonders, his hand snaking up your back. "I wouldn't get to tease you like this..." Cold hands inch past your shirt hem and cup your breasts over your bra, and Kokonoi's lips kiss down your neck.

"Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty..." Shit, you're losing track. "Eight..."

"You skipped a number." Kokonoi takes the money from your hands and tosses it aside before standing you - and him - up. The chair screeches back on the wooden floor, and you're bent over his desk, nose-down in a pile of money. "You know what that means."

"Fuck," you hiss, feeling his cock move in and out of you without mercy. "So, no bag?"

"Keep quiet, and I'll think about it," Kokonoi replies. "Don't, and we'll be here all night, princess."

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que3rduckling · 2 months

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HELLO EVERYONE!!!

Hi!! I am the person who runs the Queen, Void, Jasmine and Barc rp Blogs on here and on those accounts I have all the rp accounts that I know of followed there (with my following on public so everyone can see them).

But I feel like it may be easier for everyone if I made one complete list for everyone to see!!

So here it is, my current and mostly updating complete list of JRWI rp Blogs here on tumblr!!

Riptide:

@millenniumchibo

@gillyasexual

@aferinbyname

@lala-queen-lala (mine!!)

@gryffon-shooter

@theriptidecrewsoneandonlyoliver

@peepawtidestrider

@mrdreyferin

@riptidesfrogtopusstar

@bitchinglikeanoldman

@capn-liz

@artificers-rule-bc-im-ensa

@edyn-tidestrider-is-trying

@aslanaisacutiepie

@captainjazztransswag

@amanda-rinn-cant-sell-mandarins

@avaferin

@gooblecks-gunk

@underseachampiongillion

@marcheljohn

@blackseastone

@the-alphonse

@papa-possibility

@tangerines-for-life

@admiralkubakenta

@thecoolestgrung

@the-cowboy-pirate-of-horsea

@thegreatlaalma

@fish-girl-summer

@licensedtherapistofmana (Therapist)

(I don’t not know if they are still active but there is also @the-wish-doctor )

Prime defenders:

@askwilliamwisp

@wispoet69

@dakotacolestyle

@colestyledc17

@n0tfromar0undhere

@tidelambertfishdad

@markwinters86

@ashesashes-dust2dust

@oui-itsa-me-lefrog

@almighty-bacon-man

@teachingmomentsforall

@kota-killz

@bobo-speider

@mallardconwayisnotabadguy

@official-origami

@c4ntr1p

@emily-in-the-afterlife l

@dodgeboysupreme

The Suckening:

@bennettarthur

@shiloh-official

@fangslayerem1zel

@grefgore-the-knight

@sheriff-deacon-keller

@xxs0d4p0pxx

@void-the-cat (Me!)

@magnusfox

@jeromesmith

@th3-unseen-backup

@edwardtwilightprimogem

@renwickeventplanner(who partially inspired me to make this!)

@pepper-the-cat

@pheasant-from-jrwi

@femizel

@demonclaws

@weylinco

@vivienneweylin

@gabeitmyall-itsucked

@sodapoppingoff

@midnight-circle

@daybringersolomon

@the-cumpire

@bi-disaster-sam

@that-one-weylinco-rat

@eloisebathroy (Oc)

@tev-is-a-vamp (Oc)

@theraddestrarestcowboy (Oc)

@cryptid-fever (Oc)

@thesecondcoolestfang (Oc)

@thelocalalleyfox (Oc)

@rachelmaddoxlicensedtherapist (Soda’s therapist)

Apotheosis:

@elenasqlointrpblog

@thanatos-godkiller

@super-sqlointer

@archangel-of-retribution

@sunny-miracle

@lizardstatic

Blood In The Bayou:

@kians-korner

@dungeonsranddragons

@rolandeep1984

@queenofthehivemind

@beckyyy-j

@an-imposter-in-town

@donnabestmomma

@bestdogbarcode (me aswell)

@richieratsanders

@galloway-music

@eddie-rot

Mythborne:

@aster-aeliana

@ryan-selucreh

@connorfrombofa

@ratbiwirattime

@thepiedromeo

@gary-mfing-gilmore

@jasmine-the-mascot (me too!!)

@hot-dad-with-rat

@the-real-miwi

Monster Control Services:

@creeperbeasterchase

Little side note: I have discovered tumblr has a 50 @ limit so not all of these have an imbedded link but they are all their real and updating accounts!!

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dystopicjumpsuit · 6 months

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because I’m a greedy ho, may I also request:

the hands. on the waist. oh my god.

with Neyo 👀🫣 do not perceive me pls

A/N: My friend. When I tell you that this awoke me out of a dead sleep in the middle of the night last night. I instantly bumped it to the top of the queue. Who has deadlines? NOT THIS SIMP! Please enjoy, and thank you for the ask!

Pairing: Commander Neyo x Reader (GN)

Rating: T but minors DNI as always

Wordcount: 1,556

Warnings and tags: fluff; minor injury; mention of blood; kissing; Neyo identifies as a warning

Summary: Marshal Commander Neyo takes his favorite medic for a ride. It’s not as sexy as it sounds… or is it?

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“Commander, we’ve lost contact with CT-2639 on the eastern perimeter.”

Marshal Commander Neyo swiveled his head, pulling away from your hands as you cleaned the cut on his forehead. Head wounds always bled like a mudscuffer, and this one had made an unbelievable mess, but it wasn’t severe enough to be life-threatening. You silently followed his movement, continuing to work as Neyo replied to the trooper.

“Send a BARC trooper to reinforce his position,” Neyo snapped, clearly irritated that the situation had not already been handled several rungs down the command ladder.

“They’re all out on scouting missions, sir,” the trooper said nervously.

Neyo nodded shortly, then turned back to you. “You, medic. Grab a medkit. You’re coming with me.”

It galled you slightly that he hadn’t bothered to learn your name, even though he had refused to allow any of the other medics in the 91st treat him since the first time you’d patched him up months ago, but given that he was one of the highest-ranking clones in the GAR, you weren’t about to call him out.

“Yes, sir,” you replied, quickly sealing the laceration with a spray bandage. Luckily, you were nearly finished treating him before the trooper had interrupted; otherwise, you had no doubt the commander would have simply shoved his bucket back onto his bloody head and jumped on a BARC speeder.

You shrugged the heavy medpack onto your back and followed Neyo to a BARC speeder with an auxiliary stretcher, watching him nervously, dread swirling in your gut.

“Well?” he asked, his tone clipped and impatient.

“I’m not speeder trained, sir. Sorry, sir,” you admitted, hoping that he wouldn’t reassign you to a different unit as he tended to do when his subordinates weren’t up to his frankly unrealistic standards.

His sigh was audible through his helmet’s speaker. “Climb on the back.”

“Sir?” you asked, startled. It was going to be one hell of a tight fit on a speeder designed for one.

“Secure the medpack to the bike and get the kriff on,” he growled. “We don’t have all day.”

“Yes, sir,” you said, snapping rigidly to attention.

You squeezed in behind him, trying very hard not to think about the way his hips pressed your thighs open, or the way his strong back felt against your chest as you wrapped your arms around him and hung on for dear life. The BARC speeder was unbelievably fast, and the landscape whizzed by in a dizzying blur as Neyo expertly navigated to CT-2639’s last known position. The bike turned abruptly, and you unconsciously tightened your arms harder around his torso. He dropped his hand briefly from the controls and settled it over yours, adjusting your position so you gripped his belt instead of the slick plastoid of his chestplate, then raised it back to the handlebar.

The bike slowed as you approached your destination, sweeping the terrain for any sign of the missing sentry. A flash of white and red plastoid at the bottom of a ravine drew Neyo’s eye.

“There.”

The speeder came to a halt, and you jumped off, grabbing the medpack and running to the downed trooper. He was unconscious, but his vitals were strong enough—for the moment—and Neyo helped you stabilize his spine as you carefully transferred and secured the patient to the stretcher on the side of the BARC.

“Bike isn’t powerful enough to carry three,” Neyo said as he mounted the speeder.

You nodded in understanding. “Yes, sir. I’ll make my way back on foot. He needs more care than I can give him here, and the base medics are equipped for it.”

“Negative. Hold position here. I’ll send someone to extract you.”

“Yes, sir.” You hesitated, and Neyo looked up at you, his helmet blocking his expression—not that you’d ever been particularly good at reading the commander’s cold, hard eyes. “What’s his name?”

Neyo was silent for a beat. “Boey.” His helmet tilted as he surveyed you from head to toe, as if suddenly realizing he was about to ditch you in an active war zone without armor or weapons. He handed you his DC-15 and climbed back onto the speeder. “Try not to get killed.”

Luckily, no battle droids appeared to ruin your day. You didn’t have to wait long before you heard the whine of a speeder approaching your position, but you were surprised to see not one, but two BARCs appear, and one of them was the commander himself. He drew to a halt, and you immediately surrendered the blaster to him. The other trooper looked back and forth between you and Neyo, but stayed silent.

“Boey?” you asked.

“He’ll make it,” Neyo replied, sliding forward to make space for you. “Get on.”

You obeyed, feeling very thankful that it was a short trip to the base as you once again straddled Neyo’s hips and tried to think unsexy thoughts.

For kriff’s sake, he doesn’t even know my name. He’s kind of a dick. Why am I like this? Maybe when he reassigns me for not having achieved every single karking qualification in the GAR, I’ll end up in the 212th—if I’m going to have an unprofessional and inappropriate crush on a superior officer, Commander Cody seems like a nice, safe choice. Why do I always seem to go for the dicks? Some mysteries may never be solved.

Neyo started up the speeder and took off at top speed, leaving the other BARC trooper behind to secure the position. Unfortunately for your sanity, it seemed that Neyo had decided to inspect the entire perimeter, because there was no sign of the base anywhere, and the ride seemed interminable. As you gradually became accustomed to the speed of the bike, you tore your eyes away from the center of his back and began to look around at the landscape as you hurtled through the air.

It was actually a beautiful planet, when there wasn’t an active battle going on. Neyo drew the bike to a halt at the edge of a cliff with a stunning view out over the lush forest. He pulled off his helmet and set it on the bike, then dismounted, holding out his hand to assist you off the speeder.

When you met his eyes, they were as hard, cold, and unreadable as ever, and you couldn’t help wondering if he’d decided to just dropkick you off the cliff instead of bothering with the hassle of reassignment paperwork. Well, if this view was the last thing you ever saw, you couldn’t deny that it was breathtaking.

“What is this place?” you asked, unable to keep the awe out of your voice.

“Western perimeter. Cliff provides a natural defense.”

You looked down over the cliff and immediately regretted your decision, feeling dizzy and lightheaded at the distance to the bottom. You swayed dangerously, and Neyo grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back from the edge, your back colliding with his armored chest.

“Damn, that’s a… hell of a drop,” you managed to say.

“Mm-hmm,” he agreed, his voice low and close to your ear.

You couldn’t resist asking, “Is this where you dispose of medics who don’t know how to ride speeders?”

“What?” You felt his head turn as he observed you closely. “Why the kriff would I expect a medic to be BARC speeder certified? Do you know how much training BARC troopers have?”

You cleared your throat, trying not to dwell on how very, very close he was; or the deep, quiet rumble of his voice next to your ear; or the way his hands still rested on your waist. “So… you’re not going to reassign me?”

“I should,” he said quietly.

Your heart plummeted and your stomach twisted. You stared down at the ground in front of you, desperately trying to hide your embarrassment and disappointment.

One of his hands slid forward, flattening over your belly and pulling your body back against him. You felt the rough fabric of his glove move softly across your jaw as he tilted your face toward him with his other hand. His thumb brushed your lips, and then his hand drifted down to rest at the base of your throat, your pulse racing wildly beneath the gentle pressure.

“I shouldn’t—” His lips were so close to yours that you felt his breath ghost over your skin as he spoke. “—with a subordinate…”

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his mouth. It was all you could see as you whispered, “You’re a marshal commander. Everyone is your subordinate.”

He drew a shallow breath, but made no move to close the tiny distance between you. The moment stretched out unbearably, until at last you could no longer resist the temptation. The tip of your tongue barely grazed the corner of his mouth before he snapped, crashing his lips into yours, clutching your body against his as though, if he only held you tightly enough, he could feel your warmth through the cold, unyielding plastoid of his armor. He kissed you with a passion that left you breathless and reeling, and when at last his lips parted from yours, he nuzzled your face gently as he whispered your name.

“Wait…” you breathed. “You know my name?”

For the first time since you’d met him, Neyo smiled. “I’ve always known.”

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Want some spicy Neyo content? Check out my fics Everybody Hates Neyo Part 1 and Part 2!

#commander neyo #commander neyo x reader #neyo x reader #star wars #clone wars #star wars fanfiction #clone wars fanfic #ask fic #dystopicjumpsuit writes

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plantboiart · 15 days

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Okay finished relistening to episode 1 (will listen to episode 2 and maybe more tomorrow but its like 10 pm and i have school tomorrow) of bitb and heres just like small collection of things that stuck to my mind!

Rolan does in fact canonically have a car i forgot about that so sorry rolan in my fic you got to live but lost your ability to drive such is life

Kian’s first act being just drinking something…. Like he wakes up and immediately gets alcohol… grizzly honestly just does such an incredibly amazing job making kian seem so like depressing but hiding it so well behind making everything seem like just some funny rockstar stuff its amazing

Also! The super tired ‘hey’ before he remembers and switches to ‘i mean whats up dude’??? Like could that have been a genuine mistake by grizz, sure, but i highly fucking doubt that. Like grizzly is so incredible at voice acting i refuse to believe that wasnt intentional

Rand. Just. How fucking mad he is at rolan. Its just painful. And how clearly done with it rolan is like you know this is an argument theyve had like hundreds of times before

So so so many details about kian that are so fucking fun to think about, specifically when he describes the look officer dudes gave him? Like (cant remember the exact quote but you get it) ‘ive seen some bad people in hollywood, people who just smile at you a certain way and you know you wouldnt want to meet them at night because they want to kill you’???? I am using that against him so hard holy shit

They just. Know nothing about how time works. They keep saying that its been a decade (it hasnt its been 15 years) and barc is supposedly old enough to have met them but no he is absolutely not and also charlie described barc as a golden retriever but then who the fuck is the black dog in rands official art just. Wow theyre so inconsistent about everything.

Theres definitely a few details about kian that i had forgotten about (like him just saying he has plenty more cars at home and whatever) but the pros of that is. I dont even need to decide to just ignore canon because i can just fucking believe that hes lying! Like its kian we cant trust his word on anything and thats great for me because i dont need to worry about messing up the canon!

Trying to just keep track of their stats and such but its. Its so hard. Because most of the time they just say ‘thats a success/hard success/failure/etc’ and not even what they actually rolled and then when they say what they rolled they still usually dont say what the number they had to beat was so just like.

Kian has 30 strength and 75 in guitar and 11 hp and that is all i can actually remember

Rand has 45 strength and 30 sanity (for like the first half hour) and ive already forgotten everything else

And rolan. Im going to be real i remember nothing already. I think he has 8 speed? But that was in the solo ep so i cant be sure. Also either him or rand had 14 hp i have already forgotten which one

Rat’s death is so hard to think about but its also very hard for me because im just thinking of kian going through the same fucking thing. Like hes aware of it and hes in pain and he just hears a buzzing and. Augh. (And kian probably died alone. God knows becky wasnt comforting him through that)

…..kian going fucking four times over the speed limit getting to galloway but then specifically not speeding with the others until theyre trying to leave after seeing rats whole thing? You cannot convince me that thats not like him being passively suicidal and just not caring about his own safety unless other peoples lives depend on it as well

Also, quick pat on the back for myself, i feel like i did very well with especially rand and rolan’s dynamic. Like just the intense care and love they have for each other but its been overshadowed by years spent apart and basically the second theyre left alone they immediately get into an argument and instantly start going right for all the things that hurt the most? Jesus they need therapy

Also kian (yes of course im focusing on him again thats my guy) just cares for them so much?? Like him immediately going after rolan and trying to help him without even knowing whats going on, also as fucking stupid as it is grizzlys plan being literally ‘im going to flirt with donna so john walks in on us and chases me with a shotgun to give a distraction for rand’ its like. So ridiculous. Yet somehow also very caring that this idiot is really willing to risk getting shot at to help rand out a bit

#jrwi show #jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi bitb #jrwi blood in the bayou #blood in the bayou #jrwi spoilers #jrwi bitb spoilers #bitb spoilers #blood in the bayou spoilers

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xaeyrnofnbe · 1 year

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uhhhh jrwi bitb au where everything’s the same up until the point just after kian gets resurrected.

they go to the community house and instead of getting turned away they manage to rally the surviving townsfolk, (rand’s mom and Barc are there. why? shut up. they’re cool now also.) get kian some clothes, gear up at mr dickman’s bunker, and go take out the queen/elder brain/heart.

rachel dies but like it’s alright because rand gets to say goodbye to his sister and he’s sad afterward but otherwise all is good.

without the queen to control or connect them, the bugs are all disoriented and easy to pick off. the group also finds out more of their weaknesses, which makes things easier. rolan is fine because he’s sort of like a second queen (that much is canon actually, i think charlie said it in the rolled) so he doesn’t need to be connected to the hive mind to function, he’s been fine his whole life without the connection so he’s fine now. well, fine is maybe not the most accurate, his eyes are black and he’s got a crazy sharp bug arm and he has scary bug mandibles that unfold from inside his mouth sometimes and he starts clicking instead of talking whenever he experiences heightened emotion, but hey at least they don’t have to kill him.

and the town is officially saved! the boys are gifted a car from a thankful survivor and they get the hell out of galloway. (should they return, they’d be welcomed as heroes. but there’s no way they’re EVER going back there.) and they head back to wherever rolan lives in chicago. barc is with them. they’ve got a lot to sort out: rolan still hasn’t really come to terms with What He Is, rand is grieving the loss of his sister, kian still needs a new guitar, and the three still need to finish their dnd campaign. but hey, now they have all the time in the world to grieve, recover, and to live.

after a while, once they’ve come to terms with it all, they start digging. after kian’s little magical stunt back in galloway, bringing himself back to life with rolan’s help, the three start learning about magic. it’s messy, and they never really get the hang of it, but they know it exists and they may or may not learn a spell or two to help themselves out.

and they realize that if a hive settled in galloway, biding it’s time for several years before springing to life, maybe galloway isn’t the only place this has happened, maybe it’s just the first to wake up. surely there are signs they can find of the beginnings of a hive, disappearances, reports of strange noises, people with melted faces, all things that happen before the main event.

so they rally themselves this time. rolan is their negotiator, he’s the link they have to attempt to communicate with whatever they find. rand has all the firepower and explosives, he’s the one to break through any barriers and destroy the queen. and kian is the one who fends off the bugs, with a sick weapon that’s mostly a flamethrower but also has the capability to spray alcohol and bug repellant. they all cover their eyes and ears (except for rolan, being a bug means he’s immune to getting turned into a bug) and set off in a well-equipped van, decorated to look like pest control, to clear out nests of bug monsters, and to find out more about their world… and maybe even others.

(and maybe with the help of a little magic they figure out how to make portals or something oOoh. this is how crossovers and what-ifs can happen.)

#jrwi bitb spoilers #jrwi blood in the bayou #just roll with it #bitb good ending au #yeah yeah yeah i’ve described this before #whatever. i wanted to do it agin. but better hopefully.

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maytheoddshq · 4 months

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Linden Understory (she/her). District Seven Tribute. Twenty-three. Daisy Ridley.

Growing up, Linden was always careful. whether that be in the literal sense (growing up surrounded by trees getting chopped down made you pretty situationally aware) or more abstract (always making sure there was enough money, to never run out). Linden always had enough, although the definition of enough was certainly nothing like the capitol’s. Her parents took care of her, their little house had enough blankets to keep warm, and though food money was tight, there was always dinner.

Life wasn’t kind, but it wasn’t bad.

Her parents liked her, even if they weren’t always around. They were busy, in the woods. An only child, Linden was left in their little home alone often, told to amuse herself and not to get into trouble.Until she got big enough to start working in the woods, hauling wood from the felled trees to the trucks that would take them to the train, or wherever it was they went. And then, she was handed a saw, and she was cutting those trees into wooden chunks. Pay was about the same, but she enjoyed staying in one place a lot more, even if it was an equally physically demanding job.

She had her friends, though. The people she grew up with, the ones she gossiped with. And one boy, Barc, who she… well, they were a bit more than friends for a few years. Until the day that Linden found out she was pregnant. She told him the next morning, and while she hadn’t been sure what to expect (they were both so young, only nineteen) she had expected to see him again. But she didn’t. The very next day, he’d transferred away to another lumber yard. Last she heard, he was learning to operate those loaders. She could’ve followed, but the message was clear.

He was out. She was doing this alone.

Her dad died that winter. Cholera, maybe, or the flu. They never called a doctor. Something bad had left him coughing for days until he’d stilled, and then gone into the ground. Her mother and her both had to work harder to keep the food and the lights coming. And then, near the end, she couldn’t work at all. She could’ve tried, but her mom didn’t let her, insisting she stay home with the new baby: Elowyn Understory. And little Ellie needed her mom, so Linden obliged.

Linden stayed with Ellie as long as she could, took care of cooking and washing and budget and everything she could. She was grateful to her mom’s working so hard for them both. Too hard, as it would turn out. One day, Oaklynn came home from work on a stretcher. This time, unlike with dad, Linden called a doctor. Contact with a machine went badly, and while Oaklynn survived, she wouldn’t be able to work again. But she was alive, and Linden was more than grateful for that. Even if it put her into debt, even if she’d spend years paying it off.

So back to work Linden went, and an almost year old Ellie stayed home with her grandmother. Linden had to work harder than she’d ever worked before, and mealtimes were thinner than ever. but it was worth it. She was able to provide for them both, the two best girls in panem. Linden counted herself lucky to be able to take care of them. And she would’ve been comfortable doing that forever, if she hadn’t been reaped for 135.

Well, if she wins, she’ll be able to take care of them forever. So she better win, because who else is going to?

Token: family photo.

+ gentle, strong , determined

- singleminded, overworked, easily riled

PENNED BY: RAINY

#thg rpg #thg rp #hunger games rpg #hunger games rp #lsrpg #accepted #linden

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pixelpython · 1 year

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BARC Trooper Collection! (including Neyo, Fordo, and Wolffe!)

"The Separatists have no regard for innocent life. They don't care who walks away from war and who doesn't. That's why we move on them now, Commander… and Wolfpack leads the hunt." - Commander Wolffe

#star wars #star wars fanart #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #star wars rebels #rebels #fan art #pixel art

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Wjat is your most and least favourite thing?

Just in general

Most favorite thing? Like anything? Probably either gotta be my…’herb’ plant or barc-

(Or rolan and kian if people count)

Least favorite thing? Whatever the fuck my life has become in the last three days.

#jrwi #jrwi bitb #jrwi rp #jrwi bitb rp #randswers #in character #dont tell my ma #swear its medicinal #or the cop on this app cause I know I saw one #jrwi rand

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just-barrow · 1 year

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How close are the cast of SAS: Rogue Heroes to their real life counterparts? Next up is Dave Kershaw played by the cheeky Bobby Schofield.

Dave Kershaw was a staunch socialist and started his military career by volunteering to fight in Spain against Franco's fascist forces in the civil war. Britain was trying to remain neutral in order to avoid a break up of Europe (which was already on the brink of war), but 2100 volunteers made their way to Spain to support the Republic. The International Brigades of non-Spanish volunteers were disbanded in 1938 and Kershaw returned home to join the Grenadier Guards.

Like so many in the Guards who were keen to see action during the early stages of the war, he volunteered for the newly formed Commandos, shipping off to Africa with No.8 Commando. Despite their obvious ideological differences, he and Stirling got along famously and Kershaw was one of the first to volunteer for L Detachment.

During Op Squatter, L-Det's first mission, he broke his arm badly on landing. Despite being in severe pain, he insisted on carrying his full pack and even led the 40 mile navigation of his section out of the desert and onto the LRDG rendezvous. His example motivated everyone else around him. As a result he was promoted and awarded the Military Medal for his performance, the SAS's very first award.

In a departure from the show, Kershaw was part of the Mersa Brega raid with Lewes, and the hugely daring and successful Barce raid which wasn't depicted.

He remained with the SAS during its expansion, moving between Bill Stirling's 2SAS and Mayne's 1SAS/SRS during the Italy campaign. After Italy, he transferred across to the Parachute regiment and jumped into Arnhem as part of another distastrous parachute drop, Op Market Garden.

This time he was shot, shattering his leg. It was so bad that it required amputation, effectively ending his distinguished military career. He was repatriated home and spent the rest of his career in recruitment, retiring from the military as a warrant officer.

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#sas rogue heroes #dave kershaw #bobby schofield

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barefootbaltimore · 8 months

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Okay now I don't know what to do.

I caught this kitten last night. I had the opportunity to and I took it because there's quite a few roaming around and I know they all need to be fixed and or found homes.

But BARCS won't take her because they say she's old enough that she "will be happier outside" (a lie. We snatched a 2 year old cat off the street and it took her like 4 months to acclimate and now she doesn't even want to go near an open door). But they also won't take her to be spayed for another week. I'd love to keep her for a week but I've got other cats and she's for sure not happy being secluded in a spare room.

I feel like if I just put her back outside I'm now actively making her life worse/more dangerous. But I also just don't know what else to do with her? I wasn't expecting the shelter to tell me they wouldn't take her because she's too old.

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moonlight26posts-blog · 6 months

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In Baltimore City, MD: Handsome hunk with the cutest, biggest noggin is looking for a family! - BARCS, Baltimore MD

- Cutie in Need -

Fizzgig- 3 years, unaltered male, 56lbs

Meet Fizzgig!

Everyone (staff and volunteers alike) adore this floopy, floppy friend. Fizzgig loves cuddles and fetch and rolling over your feet, and sometimes all at the same time- he's a silly boy. He is easy to walk, but mostly just wants to rest his big, soft white head in your hands and get tons of kisses! He is a champ on the shelter's agility equipment, and will even walk over the see-saw - an advanced move! Bonus- he also appears housebroken.

In our care, Fizzgig has been overall pretty tense and rude with other dogs, more so males over females; however, he has been able to interact with tolerant females who don't mind his pushy play style.

While otherwise apparently healthy at this time, Fizzgig is currently on a combination of behavior meds due to stress he was exhibiting in his kennel (barking, frantic, excessive salivating). Fortunately he is doing well on these meds for now, but ideally we would love to get this handsome fella in a home environment where he can truly start to relax.

Fizzgig is available immediately for rescue pick-up.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS)

New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225

[email protected]| (410) 396-4695

Rescue pick-up hours:

Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m.

Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours:

Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m.

Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m.

Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225

#dog rescue maryland #dog rescue baltimore maryland #dog rescue #doglover #dog adoption maryland #cute animals #adopt a dog #pets #barcs baltimore #adoptable dog #dog adoption #save animals #savealife #save a life

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leafatlaw · 1 year

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so anyways, post good end, rolan and rand move out of gallaway, and their new apartment allows pets, and Rand really misses Barc, so they get a dog. Maybe a golden lab or someother big dog. Then on a walk they see a small stray, a terrier. Rand instantly gets attatched so they bring them home. Then maybe Rolan starts leaving out food for a stray cat, and kian always leaves her pet fish with them, when she goes traveling. And do you understand what im saying ? Rolan and rand having a house full of life and love?

#i dont even know if rolan is really an animal person #i think he would do it for rand though #i like to imagine all animals look at him weirdly #on account of him being #bug #sparrow speaks #RAND WOULD SAY HE HATES SMALL DOGS #BUT HE WOULD STILL ADOPT THEM #one hilll ill stand on #aww kian would own a chiwawa #hold on thats another post

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mybarcelonapass · 9 months

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Best Things to Do in Barcelona at Night: Embrace the City's Vibrant Nocturnal Spirit

Barcelona, the cosmopolitan capital of Catalonia, Spain, is a city that never sleeps. As the sun sets and the stars come out, the city transforms into a mesmerizing wonderland of nightlife and nocturnal charm. With a blend of modernity and historic charm, Barcelona offers a plethora of exciting activities and attractions for night owls. Whether you're a party animal, a culture enthusiast, a foodie, or simply seeking a laid-back evening, Barcelona has something to offer for everyone. Here are some of the best things to do in Barcelona at night, ensuring you have an unforgettable experience:

Stroll Down La Rambla: Start your nocturnal adventure with a leisurely stroll down La Rambla, Barcelona's most famous street. This vibrant boulevard is alive with street performers, artists, and bustling nightlife. As you walk along the promenade, you'll encounter a mix of shops, cafes, and restaurants. The lively atmosphere and picturesque lights make it a perfect spot to enjoy the energy of the city at night.

Experience Flamenco Shows: Immerse yourself in the passion and intensity of Spanish culture by attending a traditional Flamenco show. These performances, with their expressive dance, soulful music, and heartfelt singing, are an unforgettable way to experience the local culture. Several venues across the city offer nightly Flamenco shows, providing an intimate and authentic experience. Book Flamenco show tickets and enjoy a memorable night watch the world famous shows.

Watch the Magic Fountain Show: Located in Montjuïc, the Magic Fountain of Montjuïc offers a captivating light and music show. As the sun sets, the fountain comes to life with a choreographed display of water, lights, and music. This free spectacle is a must-see, and the grandeur of the fountain against the backdrop of the National Palace is truly enchanting. Get Magic Fountain tickets at attractive rates and enjoy your evening.

Indulge in Tapas and Pintxos: Barcelona is renowned for its culinary delights, and what better way to experience it than by savoring tapas and pintxos at the city's many bars and restaurants. From traditional Spanish tapas to innovative and modern dishes, Barcelona's gastronomy will leave you wanting more. Head to the Gothic Quarter or El Born district, where you'll find numerous quaint eateries serving these delectable treats.

Party in the Passeig de Gràcia: For the partygoers, the Passeig de Gràcia is the place to be. This upscale avenue comes alive after dark with its chic bars, clubs, and lounges. You can dance the night away to the latest beats or enjoy live music performances. The fashionable ambiance and diverse music scenes make it a hotspot for locals and tourists alike.

Visit La Boqueria Market: Though the market is open during the day, visiting it at night can be an entirely different experience. The bustling market transforms into a quieter, more intimate space. You can explore the various food stalls, grab some fresh fruits, and indulge in delicious local snacks. It's a unique and less crowded way to experience this iconic food market.

Take a Night Tour: Discover the beauty of Barcelona's landmarks illuminated under the night sky by joining a night tour. Many tour operators offer specialized evening tours that cover famous spots like Sagrada Família, Casa Batlló, and Casa Milà. The unique lighting showcases the architectural marvels of the city in a different light, creating a magical and ethereal atmosphere.

Enjoy Sunset at Bunkers del Carmel: For a breathtaking view of the sunset and the cityscape, head to Bunkers del Carmel. This former anti-aircraft battery offers panoramic views of Barcelona and is a favorite spot among locals and tourists alike. As the sun sets, the sky changes hues, and the city lights start to twinkle, providing a spectacular sight that's perfect for photography enthusiasts.

Wander through the Gothic Quarter: The charm of Barcelona's Gothic Quarter is amplified at night when the medieval streets and narrow alleys are bathed in a warm glow. Stroll through the labyrinthine streets, admire the historic buildings, and soak in the ambiance of this ancient neighborhood. You'll also find numerous cozy bars and cafes where you can relax and enjoy the night.

Experience the Nightlife in El Raval: El Raval, once considered a rough neighborhood, has transformed into a trendy area known for its vibrant nightlife. The streets come alive with an eclectic mix of bars, live music venues, and clubs. Whether you're into alternative music scenes or intimate jazz bars, El Raval offers something for everyone looking for an authentic Barcelona nightlife experience.

#barcelona spain #travel #barcelona attraction tickets #barcelona tickets

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tynatunis · 1 year

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#Repost @paintings_i_love № 3169 Maxime Maufra (French, 1861 – 1918) Grosse mer à Étretat Oil on canvas Private collection • Maxime Maufra was a French landscape and marine painter, etcher and lithographer. Maufra first began painting at 18. However, he did not fully embrace his painting career right away. He remained in the first place a businessman and only painted in his spare time from 1884 to 1890. During this period, Maufra discovered the work of the Impressionists. He also displayed his works at the Paris Salon of 1886. In 1890, Maufra decided to give up business and to become a full-time painter. He left Nantes for Pont-Aven in the Finistère department of Brittany, where he was met Paul Gauguin and Paul Sérusier. Maufra had his first solo exhibition in Paris in 1894, at Le Barc de Toutteville. He subsequently exhibited with Durand-Ruel, to whom he remained under contract for the rest of his life. Returning from Brittany, Maufra was the first painter to take up residence in the Bateau-Lavoir in Montmartre, a famous Parisian residence for artists. He returned to Brittany each year, in particular to the Quiberon region. Maufra was mainly an artist of landscapes and marine views. In his compositions, Maufra sometimes quoted the pointillist technique of Camille Pissarro or Alfred Sisley, and also took from the strong colors and powerful drawing of the Pont-Aven School. Maufra remained an independent artist his whole life through and dedicated his art to recording the beauty of nature. • #MaximeMaufra #Maufra #postimpressionismo #postimpressionisme #oilpainter #oilpaintings #oilpainting #artforeveryone #fineartpainting #paintingoftheday #peinture #historiadelarte #storiadellarte #peintures #historyofart #arthistory #beauxarts #instamuseum #artmuseum #pittura #arthistorian #peintre #malerei #19thcenturyart #20thcenturyart #oldmasters #impressionism #postimpressionism #europeanart #landscape https://www.instagram.com/p/CpZknR0Im7T/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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