#battle of the trash heap

[ella390-the-potato]

New Key Visual for Haikyuu!!: Battle at the Garbage Dump

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu!! #Haikyū!! #HQ #Haikyuu Final #Haikyuu Movie #Haruichi Furudate #Production I.G #Cats vs Crows #Battle of the Garbage Dump #Battle of the Trash Heap #Karasuno vs Nekoma #Hinata Shouyou #Kageyama Tobio #Kenma Kozume #Kuroo Tetsurou

[leoppipi]

Congrats on movie release!!!

#battle of the trash heap #battle of the garbage dump #haikyuu #kozume kenma #hinata shoyo

[mine-hyperfixations]

chills

#battle of the trash heap #kenma kozume

[otaku553]

Hello! I saw your recent art of sabo, and in the tags you mentioned the big 3 of Shounen. I know it’s One piece and Naruto, but what’s the third? How come you like the character? Lovely artwork, it’s candy for the soul!! Thank you •u•

Ah thank you!!! The big three of shonen (for I guess the previous generation?) are Naruto, One Piece, and Bleach. Naruto and Bleach have already ended but it seems like One Piece is still going quite strong, despite the new generation of shonen anime (including Hero Aca, Demon Slayer, and the third spot is still debated! Probably JJK is my guess though that falls into its own sub genre of shonen dark fantasy I suppose)

Here are my favs! I’ll put the reasons why I like them in the read more because it’s quite long :)

Despite watching Naruto first I could never actually finish it because it was so long so I kind of just osmosed the later parts of shippuden through fanfics and other such media ^^; I think it’s pretty difficult to pick a definitive fav for Naruto because I feel like it tends to fumble a bit of its character writing? I think if I had to pick one maybe young Kakashi but still kind of eh. Maybe I just didn’t watch far enough to get attached

As for Bleach, I picked it up years ago around middle school and then dropped it after the first hundred episodes or so because filler got boring for younger me but then I picked it up again in high school and managed to at least get past aizen! And then I dropped it there because I wasn’t interested in any continuation after what seemed like an already pretty strong ending.

Toshiro is my favorite because he falls into all niches of character tropes that I enjoy including but not limited to: child genius who acts responsible but is still somewhat immature, cold personality along with ice powers but fierce loyalty to close relationships. I especially enjoy child genius characters for the contradictory dichotomy of what is expected of them in terms of maturity and knowledge and the amount of pressure these kinds of characters face and how they handle it! That said, I enjoy him more for the tropes that he falls into and my personal interpretation of him rather than canon writing for him. I think that though canon is an alright base, he doesn’t get much time to shine (character-wise instead of combat-wise).

And Sabo. Oh my goodness I am brainrotting so hard over Sabo right now. The ASL siblings in general have a vice grip on my heart and really are not letting go. There is so much tragedy in the way that they are written, that works because there are three of them. Ace and Luffy spend so much effort trying to save the only brother they have left in the world not realizing that if they go they’ll be the first to go actually because Sabo is still alive, and Sabo could have done so much and changed so much if only he had regained his memories sooner. Why didn’t he remember sooner? I can only assume it’s because he didn’t want to remember, because he grew out his hair to cover a scar he wasn’t proud of, because he was running away from his origins when he lost his memories and maybe that stuck with him. I don’t even remember when Sabo was introduced as a character because I don’t think he was mentioned during Marineford? But he’s such a compelling character because he does so much to save the world and yet is unable to save his own brother! And he’s written to fit with Ace and Luffy incredibly well, being the voice of reason where they can’t be.

#ask #one piece #sabo #toshiro hitsugaya #bleach #sabo’s round bug eyes are so silly to me #I’m not going to ever be able to draw him like that but. it’s really funny to me when people give him the narrow ikemen eyes #he’s such a dork…. a doting older brother……… amnesiac…… what a little meowmeow truly #I think I enjoy Toshiro because gifted kid burnout makes me relate a lot to the pressure and I wish I could handle maturity as well as him #Sabo on the other hand is just. hghgehhfhfh no concrete personal reason he’s just cool #i think anyone who goes into battle wearing a top hat and tailcoat and cravat is awesome #but then he goes and brings out the PIPE and it’s such an endearing little callback to how he grew up among trash heaps and asfnaenfaenf #I didn’t think he was that interesting at first because it felt a bit cliche for him to be a runaway noble #but then they hit him with the amnesia and hit him with the need to help others escape from evils that he can’t even really remember #and then they hit him with fucking……. returning his memories too little too late and his breakdown at being overwhelmed with not only the #memories of his brothers but also the knowledge that one of his brothers has died while he forgot them and was off doing something else and. #ashnasfnaenfeafhhaefh

[wordswhisperinthedark]

FEBRUARY 16 FEBRUARY 16!!!!!!!

#haikyuu!! #ハイキュー!! #the battle of the trash heap #hinata shoyou #kozume kenma #tw: knives #tw: #knives #(just in case?) #BUT OMG IT'S HAPPENING LET'S GOOOOO #(manifesting a simultaneous release internationally/at least only a few months difference)

[kimbapisnotsushi]

the tears i'm in over how fucking like. kenma thought kageyama had no need for a hinata who couldn't jump. thought that kageyama wouldn't toss to a hinata kept restrained, kept locked up in a cage and unable to fly.

but. BUT. B U T!!!!

kageyama instead sets up a toss that only HINATA could hit??? sets a ball whose entire burden would be hinata's and hinata's alone??? doesn't discard hinata like he would have back at the very beginning when they didn't know each other inside out, when they were still aching and bone-weary for something only they could give each other??? NO!! kageyama fuckingskjfhjfh. puts ALL his faith into thinking: yes, if i do this, hinata CAN hit it! he is NOT trapped and i will NOT keep him trapped! i am NOT the person i used to be! i am his friend and ally and teammate and you CANNOT stop us when we are here together! i WILL return the trust he has placed in me for all this time and we WILL succeed!!!!

i just. the boom-jump is JUST as much about kageyama's development as it is about hinata's and what they mean to each other and i love absolutely EVERYTHING about it

#sorry gang i've been losing my shit reskimming the trash heap battle #thinking about changing pfps to one of the scenes from it LMFAO #and now i'm going through Emotions!!! #don't mind me just have a nine-thirty pm breakdown #kozume kenma #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #sou says stuff

[mikoshiba]

theyre going to cut short the tsukkiyama chapters oh my god im about to kill myself in front of all of them

#meaning the nekoma match. see how much time it needs and deserves it even has its name THE battle of the trash heap oh my god why

[red-elric]

s5 of haikyuu is confirmed btw. if you even care 🙄

#it me #haikyuu!! #haikyuu season 5 #battle at the trash heap #VERY excited about it ‼️

[becomehaikyuu]

Haikyuu Chapter 294: Battle At The Trash Heap

REFLECTION:

After hyping themselves up, Nekoma and Karasuno face off against each other. Normal match start off but the real important part of the chapter occurs towards the end: the flashback to Hinata and Kenma's meeting where Hinata promises to get him to enjoy a match. Hinata tells him the match will be a No Continues Run: No second chances. Then, we leave off with Kenma's smile...

#haikyuu!! #battle at the trash heap #review

[justpoliteconversations]

Midnight Impulses [Chain + Healer!Reader]

Keeping your abilities hidden is difficult when the object of your attention is so close.

It keeps growing. Will the trash heap never end?

Masterlist

TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

---

You stare up at the night sky with a pinched expression, something ominously similar to a pout pulling at your lips. The blankets are pulled up to your nose, and above the soft rim your eyes glare squinty-eyed at the man laying beside you.

In the light of the pit fire, you can see the way his shoulders and back are tense with pain and fitful sleep. The shine of his hair taunts you where it highlights the delicate curve of his ear, the soft pink of a bang an elegant curve contrasting the harsh shadows of the fire light.

His bare skin. If only you could touch his skin without waking him, even just the tips of your fingers. But he's always been cagey, especially when he's in so much pain. He'd snap awake before you could even pull your hand from your covers, and then he'd be awake and suspicious all night. Just like every night before.

Your fingers grip into the inside of your bedroll, jaw clenching, resisting the temptation to rush him while he's vulnerable and force your healing magic into his aching joints and creaking, burning bones.

It wouldn't take long. If you could get your whole hand onto his face or maybe an arm, the deed could be done in less than a minute. He'd struggle, yes, but his gauntlets are off and you could keep him pinned for a few precious seconds after he manages to escape the confines of his covers.

Just one minute of struggle, and it'll be done. Sure, he'll hate you more than ever and will most certainly never trust you again. But his arthritis and damaged body (so damaged, laden with so many old, untreated wounds it makes your heart ache) will be gone.

He'll be free of them all. The pain, the weakness, the insecurities and the memories. He'll finally be able to put all those hurts behind him and just live, free of the burdens his path forced upon him. Free to look forward to a future not overshadowed by the slow, inevitable breaking of his body.

Free of a future that sees him stripped of mobility and restful night by the time he's 30. If he even lives that long, damaged as he's been by the cruel hand of destiny.

It would be worth it. Just one moment of struggle. One final twist and ache of his bones as he fights against your hands and arms and full body grip, and then he'll be released from the bondage of everlasting degeneration. The agony of a body sacrified for the greater good.

Just one-

No. The thought is irrational and unfair to the man in question. It would also reveal your hand to the Chain, and you had no intention of putting yourself in that situation.

You'd learned your lesson. Even the kindest and most honorable of men can be brought low by the promise of life. The guarantee of no more brothers lost to the slow hand of time, and the knowledge that tomorrow will find you and all you love there to greet it.

Life is so precious. Who wouldn't be tempted to keep it forever by your side.

You envied Hyrule. For his strength and his cunning. For no shackles shall ever find his wrists, no tether will ever bind his arms and legs. No force on this plain of existence will ever break his spirit.

You are nothing like him. Not a hero. Not a fairy borne. Not a beloved brother of the many powerful men who came before him.

You are just yourself. Someone who got unlucky with their blessings.

You envied him, for your healing is nothing like his. It is slow and bone deep, poorly suited to the riggers of field wounds but inevitable in its power nonetheless.

In this world of fairies and potions and the blessing of Goddesses, the hand of death will not come in the blaze of battle. No. It will creep slow and steady into the very marrow of your bones. It will start with aches so deep no fairy light can reach them, with a cough so thin no potion can grasp it.

For many, death will not be by the sword, but by the bone deep memory of what it left behind.

If you could still the hand of fate, wouldn't you? Wouldn't they, whom fate has chosen so readily? Even if it cost just a sliver of thier humanity?

You never intended to find out if these men had it in them to pay that price. No need to tempt fate. Not with men like these, who live and die by such sacrifices.

The ear twitches in his sleep and so do your fingers, the shine of his ruffled hair like a siren's call to your eyes.

You suck in a sharp breath. The temptation flaring once more within you, pushing you forward like strong wind at your back. Calling you like the promise of cool water under the desert sun. Like the shelter of home as a thundering storm shakes the land.

It twitches again. The shine of hair.

'Fuck.'

---

"He's messing with them again." Twilight grumbled, arms crossed as he levels his most unimpressed stare at the Vet's back.

Time chuckled, stretching along the log at his back and savoring the smooth roll of muscles and bones unhindered by pain or aches. He couldn't wait to bring you home to Malon and let you work your magic. His beloved wife had even planned out their sleeping arrangements to encourage your helpful nature.

"If Legend wants to drag this out, let him be. He's the only one suffering from it." He smiled then, more of a grin than anything. "And it's cute." The older man admitted impishly, leaning fully back against the log he'd been stretching over in a boneless sprawl.

Twilight wanted to say something back, but honestly couldn't deny any of it. Especially not when Legend rolled over and let his hand fall just inches from your bedroll. And your eyes widened and then narrowed, your mouth twisting into an obvious pout. How you whipped your back to him with a growl, hiding your face in the covers. Only to peek over your shoulder moments later to glare at the motionless hand with a single, leering eye.

Not when Warriors was hiding his face in Wind's sea-salt hair, trying to cover his amused grin and single cracked eye. Not with Wind's shoulders shaking with mirth, just barely hidden beneath Warrior's greater size.

Not with Hyrule smothering his laughter with both hands, back turned purposely to you so you wouldn't see. Not with Sky out like a light, breathing free and soft and unrestrained for the first time since they'd been forced onto this quest.

And not when Time looks so relaxed, spine arched freely like a man who'd not known the burden of the world pressing down on his shoulders. The effortless roll of his muscles a stark contrast to the painful twists of naught a week before.

"Fine." He eventually conceded, narrowing his eyes. "But if this keeps up for more than a week, game's over. They've not slept well in the last 3 days."

Time nodded, eye closing as he began to drift into a light, mediative doze. "Of course. We wouldn't want our shyest member to lose too much sleep over our brother's aches, now would we."

The heavily ringed finger twitched when you rolled back over to face Legend's back and began hesitantly reaching for it. You squawked at the unexpected movement and jerked back, hands flying to your mouth when you realized what you'd done.

Legend opened his eyes then, feigning sleepiness as he snapped. "What are you looking at, hah?"

You glared back. "Nothing!" Before turning your back to him once more and crossing your arms with an even deeper pout. Hunkering down in your covers.

Vet huffed, though an amused grin stole across his face the moment you looked away. "Weirdo." He snapped in a falsly waspish tone, his grin growing when you growled lowly under you breath.

Twilight looked at Time again. Frowning.

"Tomorrow. I'll talk to him." Time hummed in assurance, though he didn't bother to open his eye.

Twilight sighed again, and Time chuckled.

Near the fire, the shifting of covers, the reveal of a bare neck and another quiet gasp. The smothered giggles of Hyrule laying closest to them. The whisper of Warrior's trying to keep Wind from blowing their cover. Four returning from his watch, multi-colored eyes already rolling skyward with exasperation at the now very familiar sight.

'Yeah.' Twilight thought. 'You and me both.'

---

Return to the shadows.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe

[mako-neexu]

guda stuff jp has compiled about:

insomnia theory

questionable sense of taste (traum iirc)

hand necrosis (decisive battle mystic code/babylonia)

making their heart 'transparent' (lb6)

using up their 'force of providence' (black barrel)

The Song

Their trash heap

died twice in one lostbelt (lb7)

garden of lost will is repeated (as memory/nightmare) <- new

using ampoules on site to keep the battle going (traum and lb6)

beast theory

guda's poison resistance (mash no longer has galahad to help her so it should have gone away as well)

#fgo #guda #fujimaru ritsuka #fate grand order #thank you just your average supervillain for reminding me about lb7 and the ampoule scene in lb6!!!

[jasminebythebay]

Hey everyone! My Sonic Chaos Emeralds, TGAA Storybook, and Battle of the Trash Heap prints have just gone up on my sh0p!

Additionally, I'm going to start offering small versions of my prints! Some of my current prints have been given additional sizes and new prints from this point forward will all come in multiple sizes.

Link to shop: https://jasminebythebay.etsy.com

#genshin impact #sonic the hedgehog #botw #totk #legend of zelda #tgaa #haikyuu #the great ace attorney #tears of the kingdom

[transhawks]

379 - The Story of How We All Became Heroes

in all seriousness, me and google lens were scanning each page and I was very thrilled through out the chapter. Here's some thoughts:

We know Tomura has been there since the start. Even in the raid/war he was struggling against All For One and saying he didn't want to be possessed. What we should really take this as is this: throughout the entirety of the Villain Hunt, all that, Shigaraki was awake and aware, hence the moments he'd show up or even regress into an earlier age. But there's a specific horror to how All For One has been riding him like a meat suit that's cognizant of all that's happening. But it does mean that Tomura knows exactly what's going on and what All For One has been doing.

Now!!!!!

Let's get this down:

that. does. not. mean. Tomura's. desires. are. gone.

Tomura's arc has been about asserting his own agency against what has been planned for him - despite no one listening to him. Is it frustrating to see him in the same web that All For One spun for him, willingly? Yes, in a way - but people don't change that easily and again, for the entirety of his arc we've been watching him articulate why he believes what he does outside of All For One's influence; now does this mean he's broken free from All For One? No - because Shigaraki constantly bringing up the "hero" and "villain" monikers is going into the same direction All For One is.

All For One is a liar.

He might say he doesn't believe in morality, in the designations of society, but he truly does - he wants to live and abide by them. He likes this dichotomy of heroes and villains and never will the twain meet. It's fascinating seeing a character who has been telling us he's amoral turn out to be simply, knowingly, and on purpose immoral and there's a big difference.

So, let me change things up - Shigaraki's arc from the start (and Deku's) has been about predetermined outcomes and roles. All For One doesn't think of people as being outside their role. He throws tantrums when jobbers like Jirou and Tokoyami get the best of him, when extra side characters like Endeavor and Hawks manage to ge tthe best of him and see through him, when "evil" people like Nagant have changes of hearts, because All For One has utterly internalized the same thing that he's been telling Tomura, that everyone has been telling Tomura:

you can't change who you are. That you have a role and you should stick to it.

And that's determined from the start, from the beginning -

not all people are born equal.

And Tomura still thinks that - that's why he's still calling Izuku 'Hero'. He still sees this through All For One's beliefs, that there are heroes and they will fail to save the villains, and that he is a villain.

So, no, just because he's bucked off All For One doesn't mean the battle has been 'won'. Izuku needs to change his heart and mind, truly save Tomura. It's interesting that their final showdown appears to be on Dagobah beach, the place Deku cleaned up, a neglected place that society had abandoned and made worse. The place where Deku learned to be a hero.

Now, it looks like it's still in shambles. The question is that whether the beach just became a trash heap after Deku and All Might stopped going there or whether the battle/war has caused that issue. But either way it's a metaphor; you can't change things overnight. You have to work hard to help people and keep at it - the process of "saving" people is not what All Might had done! It's not a whambam, thank you ma'am kind of thing. Deku can't just take Tomura and declare him saved once All For One is gone!

And he can't do it alone. Now, Deku will save Tomura, we know that's the manga ending, duh, but how do we get there - and it has to be a societal effort. Deku can't constantly clean up that beach by himself. The community has to realize that they can't keep dumping their trash on beach, forgetting about it as it rots and rusts away to the point the beach is unusable. You can't depend on one person to do that, it has to be a village, a town, a society.

And there's a reason why Tomura keeps bringing up society - there's a real resistance at the great man theory of history with this manga. Recall how they mentioned Napoleon as a "hero" at the very start of the manga? Now, barring actual discussions about the accuracy of Mic's view on Napoleon, this idea that one person can save everyone has time and time again failed. It's what brought down All Might.

After all, isn't this the story of how we all became heroes?

#bnha 379 #bnha spoilers #my meta #meta #shigaraki #this is rough but enjoy

[seancekitsch]

But what if your Bodyguard! AU gets angsty bc Emhyr sends Cahir to raid caravans instead of guarding his lovely Viscountess? What then?

ok for those of you that are new i recommend reading my bodyguard au! drabble series and buckling in because i play god when it comes to mashing book and show canon together to make sense of both versions of a character just to make an au

“Won’t you say goodbye to me?” Cahir begs, his third time circling the stool you keep moving around to refuse to meet his gaze. 

“Won’t you die like all the rest?” you spit back at him.

“That’s not fair and you know it!” 

He’s right, it’s not. But these raiding parties are a death trap and you refuse to let Cahir see the tears in your eyes. 

“Leave and find your life’s adventures and get back in the Emperors stupid good graces and be his doting little lapdog and I’ll find myself a boring husband before a fortnight is out and live my life of servitude to him,” you hiss, finally stopping in your running and letting Cahir come crashing into you. 

“If that’s what you wish,” Cahir says, barely above a whisper. Your breath hitches as he leans in, almost as if he’ll try to kiss the side of your head or your shoulder, but he doesn’t. 

He leaves, and you break down into your tears, collapsing onto you vanity.

Hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks. You refuse to leave your apartments, your bedroom and your sitting parlor. You don’t attend feasts, you don’t attend parties. Your ladies in waiting, now down to two, flit in and out of the rooms but never stay for long. Granted, they never did when Cahir was here either, but now it seems moreso that they’re avoiding you. As far as you know, Cahir is dead in a forest and so are you. Even your good friend the Count of Magne calling upon you doesn’t shake your woe. You don’t care who knows of your deep sadness since your bodyguard was sent away, all gossip immediately less important than the ring of yours that Cahir wore on his chain the night he left. All that mattered was that ring and whatever mass grave it would end up in. Or honestly, whatever trash heap Cahir threw it in after you were so cold to him. 

You hear whispers of unrest in Thanedd, and barely bat an eye. Who cares? They’ll either come for the Nilfgaardian vassals or they won’t. All balls and parties stop, and everyone freezes to prepare for battle for a moment. You barely notice, you haven’t been past your balcony since your bodyguard left and all of the noise of the castle only drowns itself out in your wine and your baths. Your absence is duly noted and gossip has spread but you couldn’t give a fuck about your status at parties or the state of your region. You almost hope the northern armies come for you first, one of the leaders of a Northernmost vassal. Your head might look cute on a pike, at least if they let you style your hair and makeup first, you think, you hope they at least have that dignity. You barely dwell on it, you just let yourself go numb to it all. 

“They’ve retreated over the Yaruga,” your lady recalls, combing your hair while you bathe. 

“Great,” you sigh, not hiding the fact that you don’t care. 

“Great? We lost,” she insists, a bit rougher in her combing in her annoyance at your response. 

“Let them all kill each other,” you suppose, picking up your flagon and drawing it to your lips. 

“How dare you?” she speaks out of turn, “Your future husband, the future Viscount of this region may be out there.”

You chug, letting you head tilt all the way back. 

“Trust me, I know he is.”

You’re shaken from your haze by a rock hitting your window. Not quite asleep, not quite awake; you haven’t slept well in a while. You hear it, and you refuse to turn over. There’s nothing that could be important enough, not unless your bodyguard came through your doorway again to stand at his post just to the left of it. 

But the rocks keep coming, and coming. And they get bigger. You throw on your blue dressing gown, never mind that it was Cahir’s favorite, and go to the window intent on telling whoever it is to fuck off. 

You’re greeted by the faces of a woman, short haired with a quiver of arrows at her back, and a man, a long haired bard with a lute on his hip. 

“Let a tired woman sleep,” you shout, ready to close your window again.

“We have a message! A message of true love!” the bard shouts. 

“True love is dead,” you spit, and slam the window shut. The largest rock yet comes sailing into the window, this time cracking it. Spiderwebs of broken glass spread in its wake. 

“You’re fucking kidding me!” you shout as you throw the now broken window back open, only to be greeted by the face of your (ex?) lover and bodyguard among the intruders. 

“We weren’t lying!” the woman shouts back. She wasn’t. He’s here and he’s alive, he came back for you just like he said. White flame be damned, what’s become of you in this time though? Would he not think you kept true to your word and wed someone else? 

“Cahir,” you whisper, but it’s as if even in the darkness he can see your lips form around his name. 

“My Viscountess, I’ve come against your wishes,” He shouts, his grin wide enough to be seen from a distance. You smile, but only briefly, and then you leave the window. 

Cahir wonders for a moment if you’ve gone to alert other guards, if you have a new bodyguard, or…. He doesn’t think about it. He only motions for his two new friends to run if need be, and positions himself to draw a sword. You don’t return to the window. 

“Stupid idea, really,” Cahir admits, and motions to them to leave. 

“At least you tried,” Milva says, slightly cringing as she does. 

“Perhaps this will hurt less after some ale and we make money off of the song I write about—“

The bard is cut off by another voice. 

“Really? You’re leaving again?” 

Cahir turns to face the Viscountess that’s plagued every dream of his since he left, the woman who practically wished him dead two months ago, the woman he would marry tonight if she let him. You’re in only your dressing gown and those damned riding boots, the ones with his laces in them. You drive him insane, even now.

“You vile, crazed woman that’s what you wanted!” he answers, the argument he walked away from when he left picking right back up. 

“No it’s— I—“ you look shocked, for maybe the first time in all the time he’s known you, “Well, If you leave again you better make sure we both die. I wished it. I wished us both dead the last time.” 

Your quivering lip, even in the moonlight, tells him all he needs to know. He quickly crosses the distance between the two of you, cupping your cheek in his warm palm while the other hand comes around your waist. Like muscle memory, your arms wind their way across his back like ivy on a tower. 

“Who says we have to die?” He asks, and your eyes get a little watery. He’s never actually seen you cry, not like this. He decides he hates it. 

“Well, if I couldn’t have you…” you trail off, not wanting to really admit what little you’d been up to. 

“You have me. Quit frowning and pack a bag,” He orders, “And put some clothes on. As your bodyguard I shouldn’t be letting you out looking like such a scandal.” 

You lean into him, not yet ready to let go. 

“But this is your favorite.”

“So it is. Throw it in the bag.”  

#cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach x reader #cahir x reader

[kimbapisnotsushi]

Y'ALL BARNES & NOBLE IS DOING BOGO 50% OFF ON MANGA TODAY

#guess who's going to collect the rest of trash heap battle!!

[i-draws-dinosaurs]

Hi, sorry to bother, but in my country there's currently a petition to preserve and protect an important dinosaur track site, which has been practically turned into a trash heap and abandoned. I'd be very grateful if you could share the link but I understand if you cannot! The page is in portuguese but all you need to click is "assinar petição" and then put your full name and email. peticaopublica._com/?pi_=P2010N3717 (remove underscores). you can also search petição pegadas dinosauros 4the link

Help sign this petition to protect the Natural Monument of Carenque dinosaur trackway!

One of the longest dinosaur trackways in Europe, that track site in Carenque, Portugal is currently in a state of severe neglect. The site was at risk of being destroyed to make space for a highway, but was given Natural Monument status in 1997 after a long media and political battle. In 2000, plans were approved and begun to convert the site into a museum to preserve the footprints, but despite all the struggle to reach this point those plans were abandoned and site left neglected.

This is the cleaned site in 1997 with preserved footprints

And this is the site as it appears now, overgrown with plants whose growth risks destroying the fragile track site underneath.

This petition calls for the cleaning of the site and the completion of the already-begun museum project in order to preserve a beautiful and culturally significant trackway site. I would highly encourage you to sign it, as I have done myself!

English translation below, via Google Translate. Any Portugese speakers out there, please let me know if something about this is translated wrong!

"In 1986, a set of dinosaur footprints, 95 million years old, was discovered in a deactivated quarry in Carenque, in the Municipality of Sintra.

"After being classified in 1997 as a National Monument, this track measuring about 120 meters is currently in a catastrophic state of disrepair and degradation, having become a dump and a rubble deposit.

"It is also worth remembering that, in order to preserve this deposit, it was necessary to build two tunnels in the CREL, costing taxpayers the sum of eight million euros, which are in serious danger of being wasted.

"Therefore, it is urgent that the attack on this historic heritage is stopped as quickly as possible.

"For this, the immediate cleaning of the place is necessary, as well as a more frequent surveillance in order to avoid assistance like the ones that occurred.

"Finally, we call for the advancement of musealization [converting the site to a museum], through the construction of the "pegário", with the already thought-out glass structure on the various lanes, in order to definitively preserve the place."

For more information about the site, check out its Wikipedia page and this paper on the cultural heritage of Portugese dinosaur trackways!

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