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Dinovember Day Eight
Mike the Messenger Maiasaura
35cm x 27 cm (~14" x 11")
Acrylic Ink on Strathmore 400 Mixed Media Paper
Tried to go a little faster and looser on this one. I kind of like how it turned out...
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“where are you taking me?” exclaims gray kitten worriedly…
“adventuring!” chuckles fox pup. “better hold on!”
#miniatures#calico critters#sylvanian families#imagination#doll collection#adventure#travel#trending#exploring#kitten#fox#vulpera#gray cat#bicycle
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Zoictide Ride
Hope you like it! (^v^)
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The Apple Tree 🌳
part 1/6
Rosie Rosenthal x Reader
(gif by @echoinyourshadow)
Y/N, a school teacher, meets Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal in the village pub.
“Oh, Lord, be careful, Harrison,” you start, already running towards the small yet gangly boy hanging off the tree branch. He laughs at your frightened expression, showing that he was just teasing you.
“I'm fiiiiine, Miss Y/N,” he giggles, swinging on the branches like a little monkey. “Look at meeeeee!” You can't help but laugh at the young boy, the sunshine on his face as he swings to and fro. His other classmates are milling around the field, playing games together such as tag, jump rope, cats cradles and someone had even chalked a hopscotch grid on the small patch of cement exposed towards the end of the field.
A rumbling sound causes everyone to look up, seeing ten planes flying up into the cloudless blue sky.
“There they go,” a girl says, the string of the cats cradle on her fingers untangling due to her distraction. “Miss Y/N, I counted ten. Was I right?”
“You certainly are right, Penelope. And let's count ten again in a few hours when they all return. Right, back inside, everyone,” you shout to get everyone's attention, clapping your hands thrice. “It's time to carry on with our reading time.”
The afternoon sun begins to cool down as the day progresses, which you're glad of. Keeping seventeen small children focused during the few sweltering days of British summertime sure was quite the task, but you did enjoy seeing their sweet faces light up at the mention of extra playtime, or even, outdoor lessons where you'd let them dig rocks, look through their little magnifying glasses at little critters and bugs they'd found, and read under the apple tree.
It's towards the end of the day that you all once again hear the rumble sound that had become all too familiar over the last few months. You pause at your blackboard, the chalk in your hand hovering over it as the sound gets louder, causing the building to shake slightly. You turn, smirking, with a twinkle in your eye as your students get ready to rush out the door, yet wait for your instruction to do so.
“Go on, then!” you say, chuckling at their excitement to see the planes land. A cheer erupts as the planes fly overhead, all the children counting in unison.
“One…two…three,” you look up, hand shielding your eyes from the sun and squinting slightly, silently hoping to see all ten planes arrive.
“Seven…eight…nine…”
“Just one more,” you whisper to yourself, teeth gritted suddenly.
“TEN! That's ten!” The kids begin cheering, some even hugging one another. You breathe a huge sigh of relief, glad of not having to explain the potential consequence of planes going missing today.
“Bye, Miss Y/N! Have a good weekend!”
“Thank you, Harrison. You, too! Say hello to your mother for me. Let her know I'll be stopping by with a pie this weekend. I owe her for fixing my skirts!” He nods, hand held out towards you.
“Picked this for you.” He is holding a shiny red apple, the first from the school's apple tree. You place a hand to your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion.
“Thank you, darling. That's so kind. Now, off you go before mum begins to worry!”
You begin to bike home, taking this opportunity to breathe in the remainder of the summer, the leaves of the trees blowing in the beautifully soft breeze. These poor Americans had only experienced two seasons the entire time they'd been here: pouring rain or unnecessarily humid and hot, which reminded you that at least England was sticking to its regular schedule. Soon enough, this beautiful weather would be a distant memory, the countryside once again turning wet, muddy and mostly sludge.
You're almost home when you spot your friend Sally running alongside your bicycle.
“Hi, Y/N,” she calls, jogging next to you. “Are you still coming tonight?”
You push the brake on your bike, coming to a stop just outside your cottage and fiddling with the gate.
“Yes! What time?”
“I was thinking around 7. We can walk there together!”
“Wonderful. See you then, doll!”
You settle into your favorite armchair once inside the house, the grill heating up your toast, the kettle about to whistle as it reaches a boil. Spreading homemade lemon curd on your toast and adding milk and sugar to your tea, you sit back down with a magazine, mulling over what to wear this evening. It was finally Friday, and the evening you'd venture to the village pub with your friends for your weekly catch up.
Standing in front of your wardrobe, you run your hands through the soft material of your favorite dresses, choosing the first one to catch your eye. A sage green dress, fitted at the waist and flowing into a beautiful skirt that you liked to think mimicked the petals of a flower. You let down your hair from the scarf that had kept it contained all day while teaching, running your hands through it as it falls about your shoulders, shining thanks to the evening sunlight streaming through your window. With one more swipe of mascara and a little dab of blush, you're ready right on time as you hear knuckles softly rap the wooden door to your tiny cottage.
“Hi, doll! Oh, you look wonderful!”
“Thanks, Sally,” you say, smiling back at her. “You do, too! Is that a new dress?”
“It sure is,” she replies, her eyes sparkling slightly.
“And would that be for anyone in particular?” You joke, poking at her shoulder slightly.
“Maybe…” she replies, wistfully. “Now, come on, I don't want to keep James waiting.”
“Oh, yes,” you respond, winking jokingly. “We wouldn't want to have James stood up.”
Arriving at the pub, you see James out front in his uniform. Sally squeals, running into his arms quick as a flash. “Hi, honey,” you hear him say, his thick Tennessee drawl cutting through the air, still unusual to hear around here. He kisses her on the cheek and winks at you. “Hey, Y/N. Good to see ya.”
“And you, James!” He opens the door for you both and walks over to the bar to join his friends who poke at him, making fun of him sweetly.
Your friends wave, gesturing for you and Sally to come over, and you sit down to join them. James runs back over with two drinks in his hand: a red wine for Sally and a small beer for you. You look up at him gratefully, thankful for his kindness and willingness to treat his girlfriend's friends so nicely.
An hour passes, you and your friends knee deep in village gossip, eyes wide and hands gesturing wildly when you notice the door open out of the corner of your eye. In walks the most handsome man you've ever seen: brown, soft curls that compliment his baby blue eyes perfectly. His mustache, trimmed to perfection, suits his face extremely well. He smiles towards his friends, showing two rows of perfect white teeth, his smile taking your breath away.
“Oh my gosh. Who is that?” You murmur to the table. All four of your companions turn their heads to get a better look, all looking back at you with the same expression. “Good golly,” one replies. “He is incredibly handsome. Shame I'm married…” she titters, hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.
“Now, now, lady,” you tease. “He'll be back soon enough. You don't need to surprise him with an American upon his return.” You can't seem to tear your eyes away from this handsome man, though, feeling your body grow warm with every movement he makes, the heat going from the pit of your stomach up to your face causing you to have to press your cool hand to it.
The man turns around from the bar, taking a sip of his drink when he catches you staring at him. You look down at the table, suddenly embarrassed, your face reddening even more. You feel Sally elbow you softly. “Y/N, he's coming over,” she squeals. “Oh, goodness, he's coming over.”
Before you know it, he's stood in front of you with his hand outstretched towards you. “Ma'am,” he says nervously, a sweet smile on his face. “Would you like to dance?” Trying your best to not squeak with excitement and embarrass yourself, you nod, swallowing.
“Yes, please.”
You can't help but smile as he slowly twirls you around the small dancefloor, soft jazz being played on the stage opposite you.
“What's your name?”
“Y/N, Y/L/N,” you respond, hoping your hand on his shoulder will keep you upright. “And you?”
“Rosenthal, Robert Rosenthal. The fellas call me Rosie.”
“It's nice to meet you, Mr Rosenthal. What is it you do?”
“Call me Rosie, please. I'm a pilot.”
“Oh, amazing!” You reply. “The kids and I were watching you all fly back in today. We were very glad to count all ten aircraft.” He looks at you, confused for a moment. “I'm a teacher at the local school. The kids are my students,” you reassure him.
“Whew,” he blows out air from his mouth, his cheeks puffing comically. “Had me worried there.” You giggle at his expression, your eyebrows slightly raised. “Glad there's no need to duel a man over a pretty girl.”
The next couple of hours are spent sat together, sharing stories of your lives. He tells you of how he was a lawyer prior to enlisting, where he grew up and where he went to school. You share how you grew up right here, a beautiful childhood in the countryside and how you've just inherited your grandmother's cottage, working on making it feel more like your own. You can't help but smile at him, your eyes intently staring into his as he shares small tidbits of his life with you, you always being curious of places away from East Anglia.
“May I walk you home, Y/N?” he asks, as he sees you stifle a yawn and the landlord rings the bell for last orders.
“I'd love that, Rosie. Yes, please.” You turn and quickly wave goodbye to your friends, the girls quietly cheering as you leave on Robert's arm.
He holds the hand you've placed in the crook of his arm, his other hand holding his hat, allowing you to go slightly ahead of him in order to direct him. However, you walk as slow as you can to savor every last moment with him, the light of the moon shining in his gorgeous hair, the stars in the night sky looking so similar to his beautiful eyes. You walk in companionable silence, reaching the cottage within a few moments.
“Thank you for walking me home, Robert. I had a really lovely time with you.”
“Me, too, ma'am,” he replies, fiddling with his sleeve slightly. “May I see you again?”
“I'd be delighted,” you smile, blushing slightly. He steps forward and takes your hand, kissing it softly before repeating the same action on your warm cheek.
“G'night, Y/N. I sure hope I see you again soon.”
“Goodnight, Rosie.”
#masters of the air#mota#masters of the air fic#mota fic#rosie rosenthal fic#rosie rosenthal x reader#rosie x reader#winnie writes
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What Is The Main Ingredient of WD-40?
Before you read to the end, does anybody know what the main ingredient of WD-40?
No Cheating.....
WD-40 ~ Who knew!
I had a neighbour who bought a new pickup.
I got up very early one Sunday morning and saw that someone had spray
painted red all around the sides of this beige truck (for some unknown
reason).
I went over, woke him up, and told him the bad news.
He was very upset and was trying to figure out what to do ....
probably nothing until Monday morning, since nothing was open.
Another neighbour came out and told him to get his WD-40 and clean it off.
It removed the unwanted paint beautifully and did not harm his paint
job that was on the truck. I was impressed!
WD-40 who knew?
"Water Displacement #40".
The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and
degreaser to protect missile parts.
WD-40 was created in 1953, by three technicians at the San Diego
Rocket Chemical Company.
Its name comes from the project that was to find a 'Water
Displacement' Compound.
They were finally successful for a formulation, with their fortieth
attempt, thus WD-40. The 'Convair Company' bought it in bulk to
protect their atlas missile parts.
Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40
that would hurt you.
When you read the 'shower door' part, try it. It's the first thing
that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic,
it works just as well as on glass. It's a miracle!
Then try it on your stove-top.
It's now shinier than it's ever been.
You'll be amazed.
WD-40 Uses:
1. Protects silver from tarnishing.
2. Removes road tar and grime from cars.
3. Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.
4. Gives floor that 'just-waxed' sheen without making them slippery.
5. Keeps the flies off of Cows, Horses, and other Farm Critters.
6. Restores and cleans chalkboards.
7. Removes lipstick stains.
8. Loosens stubborn zippers.
9. Untangles jewellery chains.
10. Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.
11. Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.
12. Keeps ceramic/terracotta garden pots from oxidising.
13. Removes tomato stains from clothing.
14. Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.
15. Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.
16. Keeps scissors working smoothly.
17. Lubricates noisy door hinges on both home and vehicles doors.
18. It removes that nasty tar and scuff marks from the kitchen
flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the finish and you won't have to
scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some
windows if you have a lot of marks.
19. Remove those nasty bug guts that will eat away the finish
on your car if not removed quickly!
20. Gives a children's playground gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.
21. Lubricates gearshift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on
riding mowers.
22. Rids kids rocking chair and swings of squeaky noises.
23. Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.
24. Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.
25. Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well
as vinyl bumpers.
26. Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.
27. Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.
28. Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons and bicycles for
easy handling.
29. Lubricates fan belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.
30. Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.
31. Removes grease splatters from stove-tops.
32. Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.
33. Lubricates prosthetic limbs.
34. Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).
35. Removes all traces of duct tape.
36. Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve
arthritis pain.
37. Florida 's favourite use is: 'cleans and removes love bugs from
grills and bumpers.'
38. The favourite use in the state of New York , it protects the Statue
of Liberty from the elements.
39. WD-40 attracts fish. Spray a little on live bait or lures and you
will be catching the big one in no time. Also, it's a lot cheaper than
the chemical attractants that are made for just that purpose. Keep
in mind though, using some chemical laced baits or lures for fishing
are not allowed in some states.
40. Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and
stops the itch.
41. It is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray it on the marks
and wipe with a clean rag.
42. Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has washed
and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the
lipstick spots with WD-40 and rewash. Presto! The lipstick is gone!
43. If you spray it inside a wet distributor cap, it will displace the
moisture, allowing the engine to start.
My discovery, Ants don't like it..................
P.S.
As for that Basic, Main Ingredient.......
Well.... it's FISH OIL....
Now This Is Definitely Worth SHARING!!
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WD-40
I had a neighbor who bought a new pickup.
I got up very early one Sunday morning and saw that someone had spray painted red all around the sides of this beige truck (for some unknown reason).
I went over, woke him up, and told him the bad news.
He was very upset and was trying to figure out what to do... probably nothing until Monday morning, since nothing was open.
Another neighbor came out and told him to get his WD-40 and clean it off.
It removed the unwanted paint beautifully and did not harm his paint job that was on the truck.
I was impressed!WD-40 who knew?
"Water Displacement #40".
The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and degreaser to protect missile parts.
WD-40 was created in 1953, by three technicians at the San Diego Rocket Chemical Company.
Its name comes from the project that was to find a 'Water Displacement' Compound.
They were finally successful for a formulation, with their fortieth attempt, thus WD-40.
The 'Convair Company' bought it in bulk to protect their atlas missile parts. Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40 that would hurt you.
When you read the 'shower door' part, try it. It's the first thing that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic, it works just as well as on glass.
Then try it on your stove-top. It's now shinier than it's ever been. You'll be amazed.
WD-40 Uses:
Protects silver from tarnishing.
Removes road tar and grime from cars.
Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.
Gives floor that 'just-waxed' sheen without making them slippery.
Keeps the flies off of Cows, Horses, and other Farm Critters, as well.
Restores and cleans chalkboards.
Removes lipstick stains.
Loosens stubborn zippers.
Untangles jewelry chains.
Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.
Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.
Keeps ceramic/terracotta garden pots from oxidizing.
Removes tomato stains from clothing.
Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.
Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.
Keeps scissors working smoothly.
Lubricates noisy door hinges on both home and vehicles doors.
Removes that nasty tar and scuff marks from the kitchen flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the finish and you won't have to scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some windows if you have a lot of marks.
Removes those nasty bug guts that will eat away the finish on your car if not removed quickly!
Gives a children's playground gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.
Lubricates gearshift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on riding mowers.
Rids kids rocking chair and swings of squeaky noises.
Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.
Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.
Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well as vinyl bumpers.
Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.
Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.
Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons, and bicycles for easy handling.
Lubricates drive belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.
Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.
Removes grease splatters from stove-tops.
Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.
Lubricates prosthetic limbs.
Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).
Removes all traces of duct tape.
Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve arthritis pain.
Florida's favorite use is: 'cleans and removes love bugs from grills and bumpers.'
The favorite use in the state of New York, it protects the Statue of Liberty from the elements.
Attracts fish. Spray a little on live bait or lures and you will be catching the big one in no time.
Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and stops the itch.
It is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray it on the marks and wipe with a clean rag.
Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has washed and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the lipstick spots with WD-40 and rewash. Presto! The lipstick is gone!
If you spray it inside a wet distributor cap, it will displace the moisture, allowing the engine to start.
And FYI - the main Ingredient is - FISH OIL.
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What Is The Main Ingredient of WD-40?
Before you read to the end, does anybody know what the main ingredient of WD-40?
No Cheating.....
WD-40 ~ Who knew!
I had a neighbour who bought a new pickup.
I got up very early one Sunday morning and saw that someone had spray painted red all around the sides of this beige truck (for some unknown reason).
I went over, woke him up, and told him the bad news.
He was very upset and was trying to figure out what to do ....probably nothing until Monday morning, since nothing was open.
Another neighbour came out and told him to get his WD-40 and clean it off. It removed the unwanted paint beautifully and did not harm his paint job that was on the truck. I was impressed!
WD-40 who knew? "Water Displacement #40".
The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and degreaser to protect missile parts.
WD-40 was created in 1953, by three technicians at the San Diego Rocket Chemical Company. Its name comes from the project that was to find a 'Water Displacement' Compound.
They were finally successful for a formulation, with their fortieth attempt, thus WD-40. The 'Convair Company' bought it in bulk to protect their atlas missile parts.
Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40 that would hurt you.
When you read the 'shower door' part, try it. It's the first thing that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic, it works just as well as on glass. It's a miracle!
Then try it on your stove-top. It's now shinier than it's ever been.
You'll be amazed.
WD-40 Uses:
1. Protects silver from tarnishing.
2. Removes road tar and grime from cars.
3. Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.
4. Gives floor that 'just-waxed' sheen without making them slippery.
5. Keeps the flies off of Cows, Horses, and other Farm Critters.
6. Restores and cleans chalkboards.
7. Removes lipstick stains.
8. Loosens stubborn zippers.
9. Untangles jewellery chains.
10. Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.
11. Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.
12. Keeps ceramic/terracotta garden pots from oxidising.
13. Removes tomato stains from clothing.
14. Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.
15. Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.
16. Keeps scissors working smoothly.
17. Lubricates noisy door hinges on both home and vehicles doors.
18. It removes that nasty tar and scuff marks from the kitchen flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the finish and you won't have to scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some windows if you have a lot of marks.
19. Remove those nasty bug guts that will eat away the finish on your car if not removed quickly!
20. Gives a children's playground gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.
21. Lubricates gearshift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on riding mowers.
22. Rids kids rocking chair and swings of squeaky noises.
23. Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.
24. Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.
25. Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well as vinyl bumpers.
26. Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.
27. Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.
28. Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons and bicycles for easy handling.
29. Lubricates fan belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.
30. Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.
31. Removes grease splatters from stove-tops.
32. Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.
33. Lubricates prosthetic limbs.
34. Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).
35. Removes all traces of duct tape.
36. Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve arthritis pain.
37. Florida 's favourite use is: 'cleans and removes love bugs from grills and bumpers.'
38. The favourite use in the state of New York , it protects the Statue of Liberty from the elements.
39. WD-40 attracts fish. Spray a little on live bait or lures and you will be catching the big one in no time. Also, it's a lot cheaper than the chemical attractants that are made for just that purpose. Keep in mind though, using some chemical laced baits or lures for fishing are not allowed in some states.
40. Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and stops the itch.
41. It is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray it on the marks and wipe with a clean rag.
42. Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has washed and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the lipstick spots with WD-40 and rewash. Presto! The lipstick is gone!
43. If you spray it inside a wet distributor cap, it will displace the moisture, allowing the engine to start.
My discovery, Ants don't like it..................
P.S.
As for that Basic, Main Ingredient.......
Well.... it's FISH OIL....
Now This Is Definitely Worth SHARING!!
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How did you win the bicycle tire?
oh the con had a critter crunch. which if you don't have that at your local con, is where people bring in little homemade rc bots and have them smash against each other until one is either 1. disabled or 2. forced off the platform. (platform was maybe 6x6 feet? don't remember the specifics. been a minute.) the person who ran it would bring in a bunch for people to rent, and everybody's robot belonged to a different weight class. it was like a $10 buy-in i think, with a bunch of junk as participation trophies per match and a trophy and/or plaque for the winner, depending on the year
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Activities to be Avoided Unless You Can’t Be Bothered to Care
Notty Bumbo, 2023
Camping beneath an erupting volcano
seemed such a delightful thing.
In spring there’d be time for dancing,
and the fun only hot lava brings.
Walking through fields of waffles, I’m told,
can clear up those pesky warts;
instead of syrup try nettles –
topping off those fresh cyanide tarts.
On a plane to watch how the icebergs
thaw while drinking champagne,
I saw down below the wing of a crow,
a straw man stuck in the rain.
While shopping for a copper acropolis,
meant for a dear friend of mine,
I met a canary that sang like a fairy,
though her tune was a bit out of time.
When last I chanced to see romance
depicted on a shadowy fence,
I saw there first a fish with a thirst
while pretending to be in suspense.
There somewhere exist a rhinoceros
whose toenails are painted in gold.
He walks with his friend, a blue duck named Ben,
whose bicycle was recently sold.
It’s hard not to like a duck on a bike,
followed by a rhino divine.
But never before have I witnessed a critter
quite like their purple bovine.
Well, I must go: they’re calling my name,
it’s time to go back to my room.
This place reeks of sorrow, with no water to shower,
shaped as it is like a tomb.
Tho who else would consume a cyanide tart,
enjoy rhino’s that dance with a duck,
except someone dead, who’s name once was Fred,
and while camping just ran out of luck.
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Wow, quite a day for local animals. On my one block walk to the local library, a very important grey and white tabby with a Big Business Tail came over and demanded to be greeted. On my way back, the neighbors’ chubby bossy void of a neighborhood cat kept running in front of me so I’d pet him more, and then the neighbors’ dog (who is always barking at our dogs through the fence) walked over to me, sat down, and propped her chin on my stomach. When there were not enough pats, she sat up and put her paws on my belly. Very sweet. Even the neighbors’ shy shelter dog came and sat next to me and let me pet him (probably because I was already petting his friend so I got into that circle of trust).
In non-animal news (not biologically but psychologically), when I finally finished loving all the critters, there was a bicycle gang’s worth of tweens in front of my house. I’m not sure it wasn’t the start of an 80s movie. But fortunately, they realized someone had taken the basketball that belong to one of them, so they flung themselves off down the street, hollering.
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Dinovember Day Nine
Cory the Cross-Country Corythosaurus (on a Concorde!)
27cm x 35cm (~11"x14")
Acrylic Ink on Strathmore 400 Mixed Media Paper
Okay this one it up so early because I actually did it the other day... I thought I might try and get it to my pal Cory for his birthday, which is today... alas... I have not mailed it off, so... he will have to wait until Xmas! (also, it was his partner that commissioned it and she said she already got him something for his birthday!)
He's not actually ON tumblr, so I dont have to worry about him seeing it here... but maybe don't mention this to him, if you know him...
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Shi Au Thoughts Part 11
The ancient Titan slept before him.
The point of no return had long already been crossed, the moment he emerged into the vast temple and absorbed lethal levels of radiation within seconds. By this point, the detonation of the nuclear weapon was a mercy to him more than anything. Better to die instantly, vaporization in a flash of heat and light, than to suffer the alternative of slow death by cancer and radiation poisoning.
He reached out to touch Gojira. The hide was tough, and warmer than he had thought. He finds his knees going weak at the awe of it all. The colossus' eyes look down before him. The eyes of an ancient god whom he knew would destroy Ghidorah and in doing so, save the world.
Even if it would come at the cost of the woman whom, by this point, he no longer had any shame in admitting was his daughter.
He would never have to see the Fourth Head again, at least. A part of him felt like a coward for doing so. For not owing it up to her, at least, and acknowledge that he was signing her death warrant. But all he could do was pray that Gojira would do what needed to be done quickly, so she would not suffer.
In his final moments, Ishiro Serizawa fell to his knees. Overcome with remorse at what he had done.
"Vivienne... forgive me."
- -
Goodbye, old friend.
- -
The funny little thing about Monster Zero was that it was surprisingly stealthy when it wanted to.
Madison knew it was coming. She'd been broadcasting the ORCA non-stop for hours. Putting her bets that Mom was right, that it would lure that thing here because it could never tolerate the presence of another Alpha, even if it was simply a signal with no meaning.
And she knew it was coming from the moment the flag snapped.
And how minutes ago, the skies were clear - but out of nowhere the dark clouds of thunderstorm had rolled in, permeated by flashes of lightning, the sickeningly sweet stench of burning ozone.
Running indoors for her life and hiding, she thought to herself than more so than a giant animal, he truly was a God. His power to change the weather on a whim, how the storm heralded his presence like demons singing Satan praises before he appeared. It was during times like these that she realized how very, very small she was, how the ancient humans - and people like Mom - may have looked up at the Titans and saw gods in their place.
The storm raged outside the window. Just like a regular thunderstorm, for all intents and purposes. She held her breath. Where was Monster Zero?
There was an odd, trilling noise somewhere, like the ringing of a child's bicycle. She thinks of peaceful days out in the woods with Dad, the buzz of crickets...
And suddenly he's there.
- -
For the first time since the start of what she now believes - as much as she does not want to accept it - is the rest of her life, Shi is in full agreement with all her brothers that the Noise had to DIE. She wasn't even sure if she was truly thinking for herself and she didn't care. The Noise didn't just bring amplify that lust to murder and destroy and dominate she'd already been feeling - it was making her think of memories she never even had but could now recall like an ancient childhood upon her head. It even felt like her memories as a mischievous human girl were becoming ever more distant, details fading - or merging into the memories of the brothers. Ah, yes. Her and her three brothers, brothers she wished she had as a single child wait doesn't she have brothers? just four scampering critters, eldest brother sheltering his three younger siblings from the rain, a litter of three brothers and one little sister captured by the Makers and the pain the PAIN
Ni bites into broadcast towers as if that would entirely stop the Noise, and Shi snaps at his horns for his stupidity - a rare moment of insolent defiance, so much has the Signal made her forget inhibitions, the punishment for fighting back the elder brothers had been so happy to inflict upon her. As expected Ichi bites at her but she doesn't register it much. She barely even realizes what a feral, rageful animal that message of kill kill KILL had turned her into within the span of a few mere hours.
"It's a human, stupid," she growls. Who it was, she didn't know and she didn't care. "Over there", she says, looking towards the broadcast room. "That's where it's being broadcast from."
"Die, it must die..." Elder Brother declares, and Shi finds herself smiling to reveal her yellow fangs too as they approach the stadium; Ichi smiles at the sight. "Yes, they must die, kill them all..."
Static gathers at her mouth in preparation for what is to come. Oh, she can't wait to punish this insect for forcing this painful signal down her brain -
Suddenly - abruptly - the Noise cuts. Silence. Peace and quiet.
Shi blinks. The Noise has been reduced back to a tinnitus in her head. Something she could will herself to ignore with great effort.
She looks inside the room, San giving her room to peek. Nestled by shadow, a surprisingly small, short figure peers out from a pathetic hiding place behind a table, and in the flashes of lightning illuminating the room she suddenly realizes -
What... What is this?
She slams her head up against the glass to get a closer look just to make absolutely sure, causing the building to shake and the glass to crack. The girl shrieks and scrambles back in fear. And as she realizes that her eye wasn't deceiving her, that the girl inside really was the girl she thought it was, a sinking pit of terror dropped within her.
"MADISON?!"
Every broadcasting light suddenly flashes at that shock of her realization, and the first time Shi hears her own voice - her true, human voice, for the first time in forever - coming out of every radio in that simultaneously. Madison notices too, whipping her head back and forth in a startled frenzy at hearing the ghost's voice.
"No... not you! Anyone but you!"
Electricity charges up within the three brother heads, ready to fire -
Shi BITES into the closest one, Ichi, throwing off his lightning beam. Madison screams and runs for her life as Shi thrashes and bites at her brothers - not merely snapping at them but digging deep, ripping off chunks of flesh and black blood in a frenzy as if fighting for her own life.
She glimpses the tiny girl running out across the football field. No, no, why would you do that?! Shi suddenly finds herself held back by her horns - San's doing, pulling her back as far as possible to disarm her.
"Sister, calm down!" San pleads. "We must do what must be done. Kill the noise!"
"I can't let her die!" Shi screams.
"But why?" He's so genuinely confused. It's just a small little one. A child, perhaps, but they'd slain so many hundreds of billions of children in their lifetime. Sister herself is guilty of it. Surely she would realize that there was no shame in it? Perhaps they were small, and defenseless, but silencing them was no different than adults. She had to realize that...
"SHE'S MY FAMILY!" Shi screams. Ichi and Ni cackle in delight at this revelation. Oh, even better! A simple crushing would not suffice for this one, then. The two elder brothers begin to charge up their lightning and Madison doesn't run - "no, Maddie, run, RUN!" Shi wails, but she doesn't run, she stands there and screams at Ghidorah in defiance, and Shi is helpless to intervene, held back by the younger brother who can't understand why she's acting this way.
And so this one dives into her mind to understand why and -
@ @
She's just a baby, barely five months old. Vivienne shakes her a brand new toy she picked up at the shop as Mark encourages the baby to not be scared of Aunt Vivi. Then Vivienne blows into the baby's stomach, and Madison laughs, smiling for the first time at her Aunt Vivi.
@ @
Babysitting while the parents are away at an assignment, that new Titan they'd unearthed at the Himalayas at Bhutan. She's technically not old enough but fuck it, Vivienne got started with the game younger and Madison is clearly having a roar of a good time blasting demons apart in Doom.
@ @
The parents had another argument today. And to top it off, she'd gotten into a fight at school. Some dumb boy, apparently. Vivienne can relate.
She takes the girl out to the beach. Ice cream in hand. And as they sit there on the sand watching the sun set, Vivienne takes out some earpods to plug in her phone.
"I got these today from China. Recordings from Mothra's egg. Would you like to hear them?"
And so they spend the sunset that way, listening to the peaceful, whale-like song of the mother goddess in her unborn sleep.
@ @
She had a bad day at work today. Explosive arguments tend not to go together with having had a slack of sleep for almost 30 hours. She's slumped at her desk eyes half-open at the report draft, and Madison comes up to her.
A mug of hot chocolate, and a peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich. "Hope it makes you feel better," Maddie offers.
It's so simple. But it's so appreciated. Vivienne smiles.
@ @
His grip slacks. He didn't mean for that to happen. But Shi seizes the opportunity and breaks free of his grasp just in time
To blast her own lightning upon her elder brothers' faces. At point-blank range, there wasn't much room for her to miss.
"STAY AWAY FROM MY MADISON!" she screams. Shi chances a glance at Madison. The girl stands there and seems startled by the squabbling heads. There are only seconds left before the elder heads recover.
There would be one thing she can do to protect her, a method to guarantee Madison would never die at the hands of the brothers...
But no. NO. She would never subject Madison to that fate.
She resumes her relentless assault on the elder heads. Blinded by bloodlust and sheer maternal fury. But most curiously of all, the Third Head seems to be in a daze. A trance state, unaware of the violence of the situation. Like his three siblings weren't currently in a fight for their lives.
His sister's love for that girl... the young Madison...
Love... love... was that what love was?
Almost idly, he finds himself recalling a conversation he'd had with his sister only days ago.
"Eldest Brother controls our body. He is wise. He protects us. Eldest Brother knows best. Is that not normal?"
"But what if he wants to go somewhere you don't want to go?"
Such a simple question. Yet this one was unable to answer that simple question.
He turns to look at his fighting siblings. Almost like in slow motion. Sister, bloodied and missing chunks of her neck flesh yet still snarling and fighting, biting at his brothers, spitting lightning.
Fighting for her niece. Fighting because she loved her.
He simply stares at this. Because for a reason he doesn't truly understand yet, he doesn't know what to do.
It takes a blue beam of light, coming as if from nowhere, striking them all in the chest to momentarily pause the fight.
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Ohohoho! The moment of truth is closing in! How will the Shi AU Thoughts end? Will Mothra sacrifice herself and the Fourth Head find peace in Godzilla's mercy, or will she live on in a new existence?
find out next time on dragonball z
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fungi anon! thank u for the chicken painting, i love chickens!!! twizzlers look like raspberry licorice ropes tbh, it's so cool that u can use them as straws! i have for u a very tiny teacup with a skull and crossbones on that i found in a yardsale yesterday <3 (fun fact: whales scare me a lot!) do u like creatures from shallow waters or the deep better? thoughts on jaws and dumb shark movies?
hello fungi anon!!! aww i'm glad you like chickens, they're one of my fav little animals to draw!! and oooh, yes, they're probably very similar - i would legit love to try raspberry licorice, it sounds amazing. and omg i LOVE this tiny little teacup it's so so cute!!!
(also: you're valid, they are very big critters!!)
I much prefer creatures from shallow waters!! i am actually super afraid of deep water, and while i think deep sea creatures are amazingly cool i tend not to go looking for deep sea things because the deep sea scares me lol. i like swimming in lakes and the ocean and such! i'm just also scared of it! tide pool critters are like. my fav type of water dwelling critters. just lil guys!! existing in tiny pools of water!!!
honestly not many thoughts on dumb shark movies at all jssksks. i don't really watch them, both because that type of scary movie isn't super my jam, and because i really don't need to make myself more afraid of big open water (even if i know its an irrational fear, etc etc, i live in fucking ontario and we don't have sharks) XD
thanks for the ask pal <3 i hope u are having a good week! and also in theme of skeletons for u i have this little piece of fabric from my sewing kit that has a skeleton riding a penny-farthing (old bicycle, google them if you aren't familiar, they're so fun)!
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Baby Dyke*
How old was she? I don't remember exactly, I only know that I was no older than 10 or 11 years old.
Across the street from my childhood home was a valuable piece of municipal land. Those stretches of land in towns that are like the jokers or the Hogwarts Room of Requirement, a place that becomes whatever you want it to be. A paddock, the setting for learning to ride a bicycle, and from time to time, the temporary home of a traveling circus or amusement park.
I remember, when circuses allowed animals, listening from my bed to the roar of famelic lions that were more sad than scary, or the gray streaks of a rickety elephant. What happened to those critters!
The advent of Green Peace and similar organizations, as well as the discovery of ecology, put an end to circuses with Bengal tigers and acrobatic horses. Also with zoos, although don't ask me why I wanted to visit them, the circuses and the zoos. I was fascinated and saddened at the same time to see all those wonderful species, different, magnificent in their eccentricity locked up and condemned to perish.
I don't know why but now I associate that at the same time that the defense of the environment and the species in extinction was taking place in society, coincidentally, homosexuality was no longer considered a disease.
On May 17, 1990, the WHO removed homosexuality from the International Classification of Diseases (ICD), specialists highlighted the widespread consensus that homosexuality is a natural variation of human sexuality and cannot be considered a pathological condition.
Green Peace was born in 1971, when a group of Canadian anti-nuclear activists embarked on board the old fishing boat Phyllis Cormack to protest against the nuclear tests that the United States was carrying out in the Amchitka archipelago, in Alaska. Their goal: to prevent the bomb from being detonated by placing themselves in the center of the test site.
In the summers of 1978 and 1980 the first Rainbow Warrior ship had confronted the whaling fleet still in Spain, trying to prevent their catch.
It always struck me that his ship was named after the same rainbow that represents LGBT rights. And that he was the warrior who defended the most valuable species from the clutches of their predators.
But the memory that this text brings back to me is that of an amusement park that was installed on that property in front of my parents' house when I was still an elementary school student.
I remember the garlands of lights, the creepy music that could be heard every night, a ghost train whose structure, riddled with holes, let so much light into the interior that it was more frightening than frightening, or even scary.
The star of that park that remained in my memory was a huge round-the-world ride. Or at least I remember it as huge. Surely it was a precarious installation, with countless missing or wobbly pieces, with more than one loose screw, a screaming call to the tragedy that we kids from a city with a small-town personality climbed on every summer.
To better understand this anecdote, I suffer from severe vertigo, that is, I get dizzy just getting on the curb. But my best friend, a red-haired girl whose skin was an infinite constellation of freckles, invited me to take the ride around the world and I followed her in rapt attention.
I remember every moment, the two of us sitting on that wobbly stool, holding on to a crossed pipe that acted as a very unconvincing safety bar. I remember getting to the top and staying there, stopped, stranded, shipwrecked. I don't know if it was because of a malfunction or because they were slow in getting people up or down, but I still feel like I'm there.
Vertigo is a kind of painful nausea that strangles your stomach, blurs your vision and your limbs feel like rubber. It's really feeling like you're falling. Any resemblance to falling in love is on the reader.
Up there, in the rocking cart, watching the languid white church tower stand proudly against the blue sky and the evening sun melting into a ruby gold pool on the horizon, vertigo mixed with the happiness of being on top of the world, far away from everything, in that layer of invisibility that height gives, trapped with that red-haired girl who happily laughed at the park, at the experience, and at my vertigo that today more than fear of heights seems like fear of realizing how much I enjoyed that closeness out of sight of everyone, that moment of intimacy with a friend who gave me butterflies in my belly and I didn't know it.
When I think about my approach to women throughout my history nausea was always present. But it's not disgust, I realize today, it's vertigo, it's knowing you're walking through a narrow gap between a land you don't want to belong to and the precipice. That feeling of wanting and fearing to take a leap into that void that is as desirable as it is threatening. It is the irrepressible desire to launch yourself into free fall that beats in every cell. It is knowing that sooner or later you are going to jump.
Vertigo is not the fear of falling, but the desire to jump.” -Milan Kundera
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Note: *This word is used in slang to refer in pejorative terms to lesbians or lesbianism in general, especially lesbians with appearance or clothing considered far from the cultural canons of femininity. In this sense, we are in line with other derogatory terms such as “machorra”, “camiona”, “marimacho/a”, “chicazo”, “amachada”, “virago”, “chongo” or “butch”. In recent times, however, the lesbian women's collective itself has made this word its own, reappropriating it to use it in a positive sense.
Baby dyke: young lesbian or recently out of the closet. It is also used, within the LGBT community, to refer to lesbians who want to be “butch” but do not succeed.
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Round-tailed Ground Squirrel - March 2024
The Round-tailed Ground Squirrel (Xerospermophilus tereticaudus) is relatively common around Casa Grande, but you don’t see them very often. They are very fast. They hide their burrow openings. And they can remain totally motionless for rather long periods of time.
The second image is actually the first one I took of this ground squirrel. I saw him and he saw me as I approached on my bicycle. I got a quick snap image and saw that he ran to his burrow opening. Then I lost him. I took about a dozen images of what might have been a log laying on the ground and then tried to get a little closer. As soon as I moved toward him, he dove into his hole and I knew that I hadn’t been taking pictures of a piece of wood.
The third image is one where he has turned his head slightly more toward me just before he dove into his hole. They are rather cute little critters. Some people think they are miniature prairie dogs, but they are a whole different species.
MWM
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HOW TO UTILISE THE ROOF OF YOUR 4WD
When it comes to off-road adventures, the limited space inside your 4WD can sometimes pose a challenge, especially when carrying all the gear and equipment you need. However, there's a solution right above your head: the roof. By utilizing the roof of your 4WD with carefully selected off road accessories, you can significantly expand your storage capacity and enhance your off-road experience. In this blog, we'll explore various ways to make the most of the roof space on your 4WD.
Roof Racks and Cargo Baskets
One of the most versatile ways to utilize the roof of your 4WD is by installing roof racks or cargo baskets. These accessories provide a sturdy platform for carrying items such as camping gear, extra fuel, kayaks, or even bicycles. Choose a roof rack system that is specifically designed for your vehicle's make and model, and opt for durable materials like aluminum or steel to ensure longevity.
Roof-Top Tents
If you're looking to take your off-road adventures to the next level, consider installing a roof-top tent on your 4WD's roof. These innovative tents provide a comfortable and elevated sleeping space, keeping you safe from uneven ground and away from critters. Roof-top tents are easy to set up and provide quick access to a cozy sleeping area whenever you decide to rest.
Awnings and Shelters
Awnings and shelters are excellent additions for creating shaded areas in your off-road setup. These accessories attach to the side of your vehicle's roof rack and provide a sheltered space for cooking, relaxing, or escaping the sun or rain. Some awnings even come with integrated walls, transforming the space into a fully enclosed room.
Light Bars and Mounts
While not for storage, light bars and mounts can be essential 4x4 accessories that help improve visibility during nighttime or low-light conditions. Install light bars on your roof rack or roof rails to illuminate the trail ahead, enhancing safety and visibility.
Equipment Mounts
Securely attach specialized equipment mounts to your roof rack or roof rails to carry items like jerry cans, shovels, axes, and even fishing rods. This ensures that important tools are easily accessible and organized.
Off-Road Pods and Storage Boxes
For smaller items that need protection from the elements, consider installing off-road pods or storage boxes on your roof. These watertight and lockable compartments are perfect for storing recovery gear, tools, first aid kits, and more.
Kayak and Canoe Racks
If you're a fan of water-based adventures, kayak and canoe racks are a must-have. These racks securely hold your watercraft on the roof, leaving more interior space for other gear.
The roof of your 4WD is an underutilized space that holds immense potential for enhancing your off-road adventures. By strategically incorporating off-road accessories such as roof racks, cargo baskets, roof-top tents, awnings, and equipment mounts, you can significantly increase your vehicle's storage capacity and versatility. Remember to choose accessories that align with your specific needs, vehicle specifications, and off-road goals. With a well-equipped roof, you'll have more room to pack everything you need for memorable and enjoyable off-road journeys.
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