#campbed

[begleitgruen]

Four small #euroboxes, a #campbed with #tent, a #gascooker, a #beachshell without a #beach and my little #maltese. That's it for my #campingtrip. #rügen #naturcampingpritzwald #naturcamping (hier: Naturcampingplatz Pritzwald) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeYAZ0pqugc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#euroboxes #campbed #tent #gascooker #beachshell #beach #maltese #campingtrip #rügen #naturcampingpritzwald #naturcamping

[fanartdoodledumpster]

COFFEE SHOP AU???

Anyhoodles I FINISHED THE BEATRIX PROMPT

Uh so I took some creative liberties and tried drawing Beatrix as a senior in hs on the left and senior at Ardess Beatrix which is super funsies ahahaha bc like they’re interviewing themself instead of Portia interviewing them so like ahahaha

Oh and the tradition/culture parallel—so one who pulls the strings lives in my head rent free especially how Beatrix altered herself to align with Ardess standards (lipstick benediction, bought my classmates rings, changed my name to please them—all from one who pulls the strings) and I always like drawing the strings Beatrix claims to control pulling her along the way ahahaha bc bc they’re the real puppet wow manipulation so snazzy wowza.

NOW FOR THE COFFEE SHOP AU—unironically made up a lot of the headcanons on the spot bc that kind of probably checks out right??

The main idea I had for it tho was making Portia and Vincent workers at the coffee shop bc throughout the whole musical they like don’t interact at all for the most part and I think their dynamic would be funsies AND THIS AU HAS NO DEATH, EVERYONE LIVES, EVERYTHING IS FINE BY THE END. Probably. By far the most fun to pick fits for were Beatrix and Portia like. They just stay winning. I wrote all the headcanons on the drawing but I’ll probably make an individual post about it if i actually finish the sketches and instead of doing chibi/idk smol versions of them but like normal size lmao.

#art #digital art #artwork #fanart #adamandi #adamandifanweek #Adamandifanweek but late but shhhh ignore that #coffee shop au #beatrix valeria campbe #alternate universe

[obitv]

part 1 and 16 with revenant and/or part 4 and 5 with ghostknife ? :]

5. Falling asleep/napping on each other

one day.... i will write anything other than timeskip ghostknife..... today is not that day

moving back into the old base is- weird, to say the least. all the bedrooms are destroyed, and the space somehow feels too cramped and too empty at the same. but the uncanniness is better than the crushing loneliness that'd seeped into every corner of "defender's hall", so you stay.

for now, though, neither of you had fully thought through exactly what moving back in would entail. you knew what you wanted, sure: to clear it up as much as possible and also take all the shiny tech WATCH left you back here. but logistics such as "food" and "sleeping arrangements" had been. less thought out. not that you'd neglected them at but, uh. just so happened that the storage room where you kept the spare cots got destroyed! and you could only salvage one of them! and you were definitely feeling normal when you realised this!

obviously your first thought was "oh, fuck," followed by "well, we can just go back to the hall and bring one over later?" except every day after clearing rubblr and lugging computers around you're both too tired to go back over to grab another cot, and you both keep forgetting on your computer runs...

and. well. you don't- sleep as much, these days. vyncent conks out like clockwork once he lies down though, but he's such a light sleeper that you're terrified you'll wake him up if you ever shift the tiniest bit. glaring problem: you are, currently, sharing a bed with a guy who runs hotter than most people on prime for some elf reason, and in his sleep thinks you are the prime ice pack to not overheat.

you become very used to sleeping sitting up. looking down at vyncent sleeping half on top of you, repressing the urge to run your hands through his hair, you think you might just get used to this sort of life.

#ending suxked. sorry. the vision was not giving me much to work with but its theres. theyre sharing a campbed in a corner and its gay #mailing list #asteraeliana #myfic #ghostknife

[henrcollins]

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[archietaylor123]

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[tigersgolfteam]

#campbeds

[nay2the]

Yesterday’s #CAMPB event was a major success. COVID Community Conversations “Healing Together” Thank you to Maria and Brinker International for helping make this event possible. Also huge thanks to @fitted_dusse for filling in and providing some amazing #selfcare and #mentalhealth conversations and advice. @justmemys3lfandi and PunchBowl Social for providing space for it to all happen. Community came together and made it happen. #Community #COVID #Healing #MentalHealth #DEI #CAMPB (at Punch Bowl Social) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgj_C53Luci/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#campb #selfcare #mentalhealth #community #covid #healing #dei

[allthecanadianpolitics]

People living in a trio of Vancouver Island communities now have a new way to discreetly access harm-reduction supplies. Island Health has installed three new “Care and Connection Kiosks” outside emergency departments at hospitals in Victoria, Nanaimo and Campbell River. Brad Pommen describes the kiosks as essentially “a four-foot iPhone” on a vending machine. The automated units anonymously dispense a variety of the most commonly sought harm reduction items from emergency rooms, including naloxone kits, drug testing strips, wound-care kits, condoms and safe sharps disposal containers.

Continue Reading.

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

#harm reduction #Drugs #naloxone #Vancouver Island #british columbia #cdnpoli #canada #canadian politics #canadian news

[whinlatter]

hope (harry/ginny) | a microfic

for @hinnymicrofic day 14 | prompt: hope (slightly nsfw!)

They lug their trunks across the Burrow’s yard in sweaty, stony silence. ‘Beautiful evening,’ her mother remarks, as her children clamber back over the threshold of the rickety old house. ‘I do hope we get more of this lovely sunshine.’ 

Stupid thing to say, she thinks, stupid thing to hope for. There's a wishbone out drying on the kitchen window sill. Wonders if her mother plans to waste it wishing for more good weather in the middle of a war.

Dinner is shepherd’s pie - her old favourite, a Molly classic, and yet it tastes like dust, like ash, like nothing. ‘I know you’ve had a tricky time, dear,’ her mother says gently. She stiffens, glares at Ron, traitor, but then - ‘what with your exams being cancelled - and right when you’d done all that work -’ so she's safe, then, goes back to moving mash potato around her plate. ‘Made of real shepherds,’ her dad says, weak smile, trying his best. She gulps down her mouthful and excuses herself, slams the bedroom door shut, finds she's shaking.

Lying on her back on her bed, staring at the sunset’s stains on the ceiling, the only sound the late summer birdsong out of the open window. Quiet, too quiet, for a house this full. Downstairs, the kitchen’s all whispers. Every now and then she hears an unfamiliar footstep creak on the landing, strangers on the staircase. Headquarters, now. The war’s come home, and it’s using their loo.

She’d got her hopes up, that's the thing. First mistake, stupid. He’d been telling the story of Ron’s camp-bed collapsing in on him that time, lying back on his elbows under their tree with his hair ragged, handsome. She’d laughed, see, and said well, maybe this summer we’ll spare you the indignity of the campbed and being dense, he’d said well Fred and George’s room was nice if you don’t mind the smell of soot. She’d rolled her eyes, said Potter can you really not notice when a girl’s trying to get you into her bed. He’d gone red, then, stammered a bit, but it was all over his face: the wonder, the want. Your mum will go ballistic, he’d muttered, but he’d said will not would, and his hand had toyed with her hip, fingertips trailed her thigh. He’d wanted it too. He’d thought they’d have it, thought they'd get the summer, at least. 

We could’ve had ages, he’d said. Months, years, maybe. Stupid, stupidest thing, hope. No use for it.

It’d have been cramped. He’d have had to sneak down from Ron’s room, under the cloak. She’d have shown him her Harpies poster, now this is what a proper team looks like, Potter, worn her nice pyjamas, the ones with the shorts, asked him to take them off. Cleared a space for his glasses on the bedside table. He'd have slept on the right, nearest the door, ever on guard, and stroked her cheek with his knuckles, looked at her that way, like she’s precious. It would have been like that time they’d fallen asleep under their tree, heads together - the time she’d slipped up, let herself imagine it: two bodies in a bed in a house with a garden, laughter, little people running around who’d look a bit like them both. 

Stupid, stupid thing. Grips the bedspread in both fists, banishes it: all of it, all the hope. File away that future, bury it. Kill your darlings, push them out to sea.

Knock at the door. Ron, with two cups of tea and a half-empty box of Caramel Kappas. ‘Thought you might want some company,’ he mutters, sheepish, sitting on the bed. She sighs, no fight in her, and so brother and sister sit, sipping, in birdsonged silence. 

‘How are you doing?’ he asks. She means to snap - how do you think I’m doing - but takes one look at him and finds she’s fresh out of spite. ‘You’re going away with him, aren’t you?’ she says, instead. Ron nods, and it’s awful, all ache, terrible, gaping grief, all this filling in the blanks of everything that she’s losing. 

‘I just hoped,’ she says, eventually, eyes on her knees, ‘we’d have more time. I know - I know it was stupid.’

That’s all of it, really, isn’t it: her great failing, uttered aloud. Crumples, then, beside her big brother, and cries, heaping earth on all the hope as they lower it into the grave. Stupid thing, useless thing.

She thinks about the wishbone downstairs on the window sill. Thinks how stupid, how stupid it is, for something to die, and someone to make wishes out of its bones.

A/N: did not intend to write this, blame @brightlybound for this one - turns out gentle demands for a ginny's pov companion piece to yesterday’s fic will absolutely work on me, also Twenty-Two Days remains the h/g dual pov love story of all time for me so wanted to do a tribute. enjoy/sorry! back to regular writing now i swear!

now up on AO3 here | ask me anything

#really am stopping now #i'm so sorry gin #alexa play lorde - stoned at the nail salon #nobody is enjoying their shepherd’s pie #hinny #hinny microfic #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #harry potter #writing #missing moment #HBP #DH #microfic

[the-last-tsar]

"Since the outbreak of war Alexey had been playing soldiers at home, proudly strutting around in his soldier's greatcoat - 'quite like a little military man', as Alix told Nicky - standing guard, digging trenches and fortifications in the palace gardens with his dyadki and in the process sometimes provoking attacks of pain in his arms. But aside from this he was in better health than he had been for years, and for some time now had had no serious attacks. It was hard for Alexandra to let her boy go, but she agreed on condition that Alexey's studies should not be interrupted. He was by now, however, woefully behind in his lessons and although he was followed to Stavka by both PVP and Pierre Gilliard, he rarely knuckled down to a full day's lessons, preferring the distractions of board games, playing his balalaika and enjoying the company of his new dog, a cocker spaniel named Joy. At Stavka Alexey was in his element, sharing the same Spartan living conditions with his father, sleeping on campbeds, going on trips to army camps, inspecting the troops with him and enjoying the camaraderie of the soldiers, and taking particular pleasure in swimming with his father in the River Dnieper. Back at Tsarskoe everyone in the entourage felt the absence of father and son: "life at the Imperial Palace became, if possible, even quieter", recalled Iza Buxhoeveden. "The whole place seemed dead. There was no movement in the great courtyard. We ladies-in-waiting went to the Empress through a series of empty halls." Whenever Nicholas and Alexey returned on visits, "the palace sprang to life". At Stavka the young heir made a strong impression on all who met him. True, he could still be brattish - particularly at table, where he had a penchant for throwing pellets of bread at his father's ADCs. But his extraordinary energy lit up a room. "It was the first time I had seen the Tsarevich when the door of our box flung open and he came like a gale of wind," recalled US naval attaché Newton McCully:

"Full of life, healthy looking, and one of the handsomest youngsters I have ever seen, I was particularly glad to see him so closely because I had heard so many rumors about his being paralyzed - maimed for life - and so on. One could not wish to see a handsomer child. Undoubtedly he has been ill, but there are no signs of illness about him now - if anything perhaps a too exuberant vitality, perhaps an organism over-nervous."

In mid-october, Alexandra, Anna Vyrubova and the girls visited Mogilev, in time to see Alexey awarded the Medal of St George 4th class. They were all delighted to see the continuing improvement in his health and strength. "He was developing marvelously through the summer both in bodily vigor and gaiety of spirits", recalled Anna Vyrubova. "With his tutors, M. Gilliard and Petrov, he romped and played as though illness were a thing to him unknown.""

The Romanov Sisters | Helen Rappaport.

#tsarevich alexei #alexei nikolaevich #my own #tsarevich #my edits #facts #romanovs #tsar nicholas ii #nicholas romanov #tsar #wwi #russian imperial family #xx century #my gif

[gruftiela]

I finished it and it was as amazing as I remembered. If you haven't read it yet, go get it!

@campbellthompsonwrites

Looking forward to the next book.

#amazing_writer #darkfic #crossfire

[commitmentna]

ok so I'm camping right now, we just got to the campsite and we're setting up the tent

picture this.

sleeping bags on the floor, parents crash out and I'm left setting up my bed since I'm the only awake one, airbeds can wait til 'morrow, I want my mother shucking campbed

I set up my bed (very pleased with myself) and guess what I spy

mini fucking table

TINY LITTLE POP UP TABLE

so I go "aight baby, mini table time" and I RUN to this new addition to our camping crew and start assembling it like fuck yeah baby it's mini table o'clock

it's the coolest thing I've ever touched with my own two hands, it has pockets and a tray and storage and lil legs, THE TOP OF IT IS ACTUALLY THE BAG ATTACHED BY BUTTONS

this little man is more stable than me rn, and I love him.

#mini table #its a mini fucking table #what more could you want #my boy

[thinkingishard]

Blossomvale: Spring 1. Page 3.

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Blossomvale is based on my playthrough of M. Kirin’s TTRPG ‘Iron Valley’ (which is pay-what-you-want!: https://mkirin.itch.io/iron-valley)

Thanks to @a-tired-space-ace and @theforestspiritplaysironvalley for creating image IDs for these, I’ve made some slight edits and will include them myself when I get Spring 2 out!

[Image ID: a comic drawn in a cute, cartoony style.

1. Gumi, a koala in a rainbow sweater, walks into a sparsely-decorated room with a campbed loaded with a purple blanket, a purple wardrobe, a door leading to the right, and a hanging cloud-shaped light with colorful things hanging off of it. There are also some polka dotted curtains over a window.

2. We see the same room - Gumi is shown in green to represent their movements throughout the room, with trails showing her path. She puts some stuff away in the wardrobe, unpacks some things from her suitcase, and investigates the other door - which turns out to be a bathroom.

3. Gumi wipes off their forehead and says, “Phew! I’ll do the rest when my stuff gets here -” the speech bubble is interrupted by a 'GASP!' with an arrow that points into the next panel.

4. Mo, a brown bear in a black hoodie, is sitting at a table on his phone. Several swooping arrows point towards the sketchbook sitting next to him.

5. Gumi holds her hands to her face. There are sparkles in her eyes and around her head. Big letters to either side of her head say “Sketchbook Swap”.

End ID.]

#comic #blossomvale #cute #laura renfrew

[djbryantcomics]

Olga is conducting her monthly assessment...

I modeled Olga after the actress Lavelle Roby, who I was really taken with as the madam in Russ Meyer’s Finders, Keepers, Lovers, Weepers. She also had a small role in Beyond the Valley of the Dolls and (Trekkie that I am) I should mention she had a cameo as a Starfleet admiral in Star Trek Voyager. 

The character Olga is a nod to the B-movie trilogy Olga’s Girls, Olga’s House of Shame and White Slaves of Chinatown, played brilliantly by Audrey CampbelI. I’d previously done a two-page comic about Olga’s Girls in Cinema Sewer Volume Four and thought I might use the character in my own story. But I didn’t want to simply lift Campbell and drop her into The Tissue Paper Desperado. The character in this story is really quite different than the Olga of the films, who was basically the personification of pure evil. My Olga is simply a business woman- neither good nor evil.

#D.J. Bryant #thetissuepaperdesperado

[henrcollins]

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

Thursday 30 June 1836

7 ¼

12 ¼

no kiss very fine morning F62° at 8 20 took A- out to the Lodge and a turn or 2 in the garden - breakfast at 9 - had Mr. Husband to say Mr. Farrer could not get his stuff out of the courtyard of a month - at last it came out that perhaps he might get it cleared in a fortnight - he said he had never had a regular notice to give it up - the cottages to be built in a month from the time of beginning them ready for roofing and all the rest done in another month - breakfast at 9 - had Mrs. Sowden - she brought me a summary of what they had laid out upon the house and building and in draining at Sutcliffe wood farm amounting to £140 besides what had been allowed and said there were etc. they could not sum up - I said I would take the whole at £150 - she hoped they would not be disturbed - I said Mr. Lister would do what he thought right - I was sure he would want nothing but what was fair - I did not think he would be hard with them - then had Booth the mason looking about the alterations in the cellar, backroom, phaeton house etc till near 12 - then with A- and Mr. Washington * - and about one - with Robert Mann ordering about the hay - would not have him begin stacking till Monday - the Sour Ing and coal pit field to be put into a little round stack for immediate use, and all the rest near 30D.W. into a stack 7 yards x 4 yards at the bottom - *A-had ordered a new rent-book - I told SW- that he was to mount me one beginning from 1 January this year - I had thought it would be more convenient for Mr. Parker to pay and receive all for me; but it was difficult to determine whether it would or not and I therefore begged Mr. SW- to go to the rentday, and name the rents as usual and to make out the little note he might have against me - he said his receiving the 2pc. on the rents would make up for that (i.e. for what he has done for me in the jobbing way this ½ year) - he said perhaps I should not go to the rent day - ‘yes! perhaps I shall and if I do, I shall receive the rents that my father used to receive - but if I do, that will make no difference to you, you shall have the 2p.c. on the whole’ - but I should have explained when I told him to enter the Sutcliffe wood farm rent in my Rent-book that he must receive this without any p.c. - said I should remit the rent myself this time - out till about one - sat with A- at her luncheon - had just written so far of today at 2 50 - from then to 6 ½ looking over and arranging bills in my study - had had A- a little while about 4p.m. - disappointed at Mr. Horner’s not coming today - was to have come at 3pm - wrote and sent note by Frank this evening to ‘Mr. Booth Bookseller etc Halfiax’ ‘Miss Lister is sorry she inadvertently omitted to inform Mr. Booth last night that she should decline purchasing the 4to copy of the statutes at large - Shibden Hall Thursday 30 June 1836’ - dinner at 6 40 - coffee - A- did her French - out from 8 ½ to 9 ½ twice at the Lodge and at the bottom of the walk - a longish promenade for A- all the better for it - she had been very low this afternoon - Mrs. Ann Lee here today - she and Mrs. Briggs and Cookson and Oddy made the new fawn coloured marine curtains for campbed in the green room - very fine day - with my aunt from 9 ½ to 10 10 then till 11 looking over and arranging bills in my study and wrote the last 10 lines - very fine day - Robert Mann had had 28 hay-makers - 3 or 4 fields put into large cock - but the 5 mowers did not quite finish mowing today as I think they might have done - F60° now at 11 pm