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headspace-hotel · 1 month

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Chemically sterilized...or mechanically sterilized?

It is clear that applying chemicals to your yard and landscape, be it fertilizers, weed killers, or pesticides, has devastating effects to the community of life that is present in every place.

But is the terrifying decline in insects explainable by chemicals alone?

When i am in mowed environments, even those that I know have no lawn chemicals, they are almost entirely empty of life. There are a few bees and other insects on the dandelions, but not many, and the only birds I see are American robins, Grackles, and European starlings.

Even without any weed killers at all, regular mowing of a lawn type area eliminates all but a few specially adapted weeds.

The plants of a lawn where I live include: Mouse ear chickweed, Birds-eye Speedwell, Common blue violet, Dandelion, Wild Garlic, Creeping charlie, White Clover, Black Medick, Broad-leaved plantain, Mock Strawberry, Crabgrass, Small-flowered Buttercup, Ribwort Plantain, Daisy Fleabane, a few common sedges, Red Deadnettle...That sounds like a lot of plants, but the problem is, almost all of them are non-native species (Only Violets, Daisy Fleabane, and the sedges are native!) and it's. The Same. Species. Everywhere. In. Every. Place.

How come...? Because mowed turf is a really specific environment that is really specifically beneficial to a number of almost entirely European plants, and presents stressors that most plants (including almost all native north american plants) simply can't cope with.

The plants mentioned above are just the flowering weeds. The grasses themselves, the dominant component of the lawn, are essentially 100% invasive in North America, many of them virulently and destructively invasive.

Can you believe that Kentucky bluegrass isn't even native to Kentucky? Nope, it's European! The rich pasture of the Bluegrass region of Kentucky was predominantly a mix of clover, other legumes, and bamboo. The clovers—Kentucky clover, Running buffalo clover, and buffalo clover—are highly endangered now (hell, kentucky clover wasn't even DISCOVERED until 2013) and the bamboo—Giant rivercane, Arundinaria gigantea—has declined in its extent by 98%. Do European white and red clovers fulfill the niches that native clovers once did? Dunno, probably not entirely.

One of the biggest troubles with "going native" is that North America legitimately does not have native grass species that really fill the niche of lawn. Most small, underfoot grassy plants are sedges and they are made for shady environments, and they form tufts and fancy sprays, not creeping turf. Then there's prairie grasses which are 10 feet tall.

What this means, though, is that lawns don't even remotely resemble environments that our insects and birds evolved for. Forget invasive species, lawns are an invasive BIOME.

It's a terrible thing, then, that this is just what we do to whatever random land we don't cover in concrete: back yards, road margins, land outside of churches and businesses, spaces at the edges of fields, verges at bypasses and gas stations...

Mowing, in the north american biomes, selects for invasive species and promotes them while eliminating native species. There's no nice way to put it. The species that thrive under this treatment are invasive.

And unfortunately mowing is basically the only well-known and popular tool even for managing meadow and prairie type "natural" environments. If you want to prevent it from succeeding to forest, just mow it every couple of years.

This has awful results, because invasive species like Festuca arundinacea (a plant invented by actual Satan) love it and are promoted, and the native species are harmed.

Festuca arundinacea, aka Tall Fescue, btw is the main grass that you'll find in cheap seed mixes in Kentucky, but it's a horrific invasive species that chokes everything and keeps killing my native meadow plants. It has leaves like razor blades (it's cut me so deeply that it scarred) and has an endosymbiont in it that makes horses that eat it miscarry their foals.

And this stuff is ALL OVER the "prairie" areas where I work, like it's the most dominant plant by far, because it thrives on being mowed while the poor milkweeds, Rattlesnake Master and big bluestems slowly decline and suffer.

It's wild how hard it is to explain that mowing is a very specific type of stressor that many plants will respond very very negatively to. North American plants did not evolve under pressures that involved being squished, crushed, snipped to 8 inches tall uniformly and covered in a suffocating blanket of shredded plant matter. That is actually extremely bad for many of the prairie plants that are vital keystone species. Furthermore it does not control invasive species but rather promotes them.

Native insects need native plant cover. Many of them co-evolved intimately with particular host plants. Many others evolved to eat those guys. And Lord don't get me started on leaf removal, AKA the greatest folly of all humankind.

So wherever there is a mowed environment, regardless of the use of chemicals or not, the bugs don't have the structural or physical habitat characteristics they evolved for and they don't have the plant species they evolved to be dependent on.

Now let's think about three-dimensional space.

This post was inspired when I saw several red winged blackbirds in the unmowed part of a field perching on old stems of Ironweed and goldenrod. The red-winged blackbirds congregated in the unmowed part of the field, but the mowed part was empty. The space in a habitat is not just the area of the land viewed from above as though on a map. Imagine a forest, think of all the squirrels and birds nesting and sitting on branches and mosses and lichens covering the trunks and logs. The trees extend the habitat space into 3 dimensions.

Any type of plant cover is the same. A meadow where the plants grow to 3 feet tall, compared with a lawn of 6 inches tall, not only increases the quality of the habitat, it really multiplies the total available space in the habitat, because there is such a great area of stems and leaves for bugs and birds to be on. A little dandelion might form a cute little corner store for bugs, A six foot tall goldenrod? That's a bug skyscraper! It fits way more bugs.

It's not just the plants themselves, it's the fallen leaves that get trapped underneath them—tall meadow plants seem to gather and hoard fallen leaves underneath. More tall plants is also more total biomass, which is the foundation of the whole food chain!

Now consider light and shade. Even a meadow of 3ft tall plants actually shades the ground. Mosses grow enthusiastically even forming thick mats where none at all could grow in the mowed portions. And consider also amphibians. They are very sensitive to UV light, so even a frog that lives in what you see as a more "open" environment, can be protected by some tall flowers and rushes but unable to survive in mowed back yard

#anti lawn #kill your lawn #native plants #the ways of the plants #native plant gardening #plants #random #bitching about mowing again

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni, comfort

word count: 2.5k

summary: joel brings you a care pack Maria gave him and you find a razor inside but when you confess your insecurities around the topic, Joel offers to help you out.

warnings: oral (receiving), reader having body hair and mentions of people nagging her about it pre-outbreak, joel trimming and shaving you, very domestic and soft joel

a/n: this is very self-indulgent babes, very soft joel, very domestic joel. I just want that big gruff man to take care of me thank you very much.

You still love the rain.

It didn’t matter if you were out under a tent, didn’t matter if you were huddled with Joel in a cave—you still loved it all the same. The sound of thunder, the cold water drops against your skin, the smell.

God, the smell of wet soil, the freshness of it swirling in your lungs. Observing the gray sky, the moving clouds, and the peaks of the mountains hidden beneath them, you’re in love with it all. Even on days when you were frustrated, angry, bloody, and bruised, the rain seemed to wash that all away without even touching your skin.

You smile underneath the heavy downpour of the steaming shower. Your bones ache tenderly, muscles turning to shapable clay underneath waterdrops. It’s heavenly. You don’t even remember the last time you felt warm water sliding down your body. Even after giving Tommy an earful about not letting Joel know he was alright, you have to give him kudos for building a life for himself. Jackson seems like the perfect community; there was food, hot water, homes—and most importantly, safety.

Turning off the water, you step outside. It almost feels like the old days. Your mirror is fogged up, the steam clinging to your softened skin. Wrapping a towel snugly around your body, you wonder what Joel is up to.

Tommy and Maria had prepared you two separate rooms. It wasn’t needed, but you kept your mouth shut at the time. It’s still hard to know what Joel would be comfortable with. Maybe he preferred to sleep alone, you didn’t want to force him into anything he didn’t want to. He hadn’t said anything to that, he just placed a hand over your thigh, squeezing it tenderly from underneath the table. His gaze never left Tommy’s when he did, the conversation still flowing effortlessly.

When you step out of the bathroom, the steam shadowing your steps, you’re surprised to find Joel on the bed.

His gaze slowly moves up, a smile blossoming on his lips. You had dubbed that smile of his his “half-smile”. Happy but unsure if he should be.

“Lookin’ good,” he murmurs, soft browns raking up and down your body. “Fresh as a daisy.”

You grin and, lifting the bottom of your towel slightly, give him an unbalanced bow. “Why thank you, kind sir.”

His smile widens and you practically melt under his gaze. Without saying another word, he throws a small bag toward you. Nearly falling, you catch it and peek inside. It’s a menstrual cup, a half-decent razor, and a small pair of scissors. You shoot him a quizzical look.

“From Maria,” he says. “I have no idea what’s in it.”

“Nothing important. A menstrual cup and a razor.” you exhale.

“Then why are you actin’ as if she gave you a severed finger? Aren’t those…good things?”

“It is. Just, I don’t know. It’s good.”

He raises to his feet and a second later two strong arms wrap themselves around you. You lean into him without a second thought, if water is seeping through his shirt, he doesn’t say a word. Joel’s thumbs move in circles above the towel. You let out a sigh.

“I’m not good at it,” you say hoping that he’ll just understand.

He doesn’t.

“Not good at what?”

You really hate this. It’s a stupid thing to worry about but your inability to properly shave had always proven to be an issue before the outbreak. Men scrunching up their noses, friends commenting you should get it removed, professionals claiming it’s “dirty” when realistically speaking it wasn't.

Then the outbreak happened, and even though it was the end of the world, at least you didn’t need to worry about body hair. A bit of a heartless thought, you realize, but your brain still whispers gratitude from time to time.

Joel didn’t mind, or just didn’t say anything. He held you all the same, fucking himself deeper with every thrust, holding you tight enough that you were convinced he’d never let you go. He starved for you. Some days he tasted you until you felt raw and overwhelmed. He never said anything. Why would he when the both of you were just trying to survive?

But now that was different. You had a temporary home, warm water.

A bed.

It just feels silly to admit this insecurity now. He’s already seen it all, felt it all, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want to tidy yourself up a bit. You have the time after all. God knows when you’ll get a chance like this again.

Joel’s arms tighten around you and you feel his chapped lips against your neck. You’ve been silent for too long.

“Tell me.”

You swallow. “Shaving.” you answer. “I’m not…I’m not good at it. Always miss a spot especially—”

“Especially?”

You hear the blood rush in your ears, your heart beats in your throat. Your lips are sealed shut, a thin line refusing to break. When his hand slides down your stomach you look down, your legs already shaking. His lips touch your ear.

“Show me.”

Covering his hand with your own, you guide him down until it’s resting on your mound. His fingers gently press down, he feels the fabric of the towel and his lips brush the side of your chin.

“Do you want me to help?” his breath feels heavy and warm against your skin.

“You’d…” you lick your lips. “You’d want to do that?”

“Only if you want me to,” he answers, large hands gripping your hips. “You don’t have to do it, of course. I mean, you don’t have to shave if that’s not your thing.”

You turn within his arms and cradle his face with both hands. You feel light as a feather, soft tears building in your eyes as you smile. Joel must’ve seen the extra shine because he leans in to kiss you. It’s not a consuming kiss but a comforting one. You take deep breaths as those same pair of lips travel down the column of your throat, his kisses wet when he reaches your shoulder. He gently nudges you towards the bed.

“Lay down the towel, get comfortable.” you feel his lips one more time before he parts away. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You do as you’re told. Laying down the towel, you swallow how nervous you are. The coolness of the room chills your skin but your insides are boiling hot. You feel like you should do more than just laying down on a towel, like you should prepare more thoroughly. But you’ve already taken a shower. Not really much else you can do but that right?

Your fingers twitch over the bed sheets and stare blankly at the ceiling. This is awkward. You should’ve said no, you should’ve—

“Breath in, sweetheart,” Joel says standing at the door with a small bucket and another towel. He sighs when you give him a look of—what you assume—absolute horror.

The bed dips as he takes a seat at the end. Placing the bucket full of water down, he skims your leg with the tips of his fingers.

“We can stop whenever you want to,” he reminds you. “I promise to be careful.”

You mutter alright and as soon as you do his hand moves to the inner section of your leg, heat gathers at the base of your spine, you let out a breath.

“Part you legs for me, honey.”

The pose alone feels uncomfortably familiar. You remember the days you would have to get waxed, how it would hurt and how you would just stare at the ceiling thinking that it’d be over soon. You press your sweaty hands into the sheets, a slight termble to your thighs as Joel comes closer. His hand finds the dip of your waist, his touch feather light, moving up your body and resting right under the swell of your breast. The gesture sooths you like it would a wounded animal. You let out a breath.

Your gaze drops to look at him and he holds your gaze, squeezing your flesh tenderly before pulling back his hand. He raises his brows and you nod at his silent question. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. And when your head falls back into the pillows you’re smiling, the tension drained away from your muscles.

You never thought that this would be the type of comfort you would be receiving during the ends of the earth. Joel is gentle, precise. He’s a man that’s good with his hands and it shows. His thumb moves between your folds, when you let out a sharp sigh, he repeats the movement and his lips curl with amusement.

“You like that?”

You hum. “It feels good.”

“I’ll make you feel even better in a bit.”

First he trims down the hairs, then he dabs your mound with the water he brought and begins shaving you. It doesn’t hurt, and it’s oddly soothing. His fingers move over the places that are freshly shaved, a soft hum echoing from his throat at a job well done. He takes his time. And whenever you look down you notice the swirl of emotion in his eyes that he’s enjoying doing this for you. The crease between his brows softens, the tip of his tongue snug between his lips as he continues. It’s nice.

“You enjoy this?” you ask, it sounds louder in the silence of the room.

Joel takes a moment to wet the razor again, cleaning the access. When he looks up to you, you can’t help but press your knee into his cheek. He leans into the contact, lips finding the slope and leaving a tender kiss.

“I enjoy that you trust me,” he murmurs. “I enjoy takin’ care of you.”

“That’s a relief,” you answer, your head falling back down. You shudder as you feel his lips once more, then he spreads your legs again. “And for the record I do like…being taken care of.”

“You don’t need to be shy about it,” he drawls. “I know.”

Your heart skips a beat, blood pools under your nails. “You do?”

“I mean…yeah?” he chuckles. “We’ve been together for a while, you and I, and I think by now I know a thing or two of what you like. I love it when you cling to me when I’m inside you, the way you mutter for me to hold you and go harder,” his voice drops a beat, his breath hot and heavy as it fans over your sex. Slick pools between your legs. “I know it wasn’t always good with me but I’m glad to be the person you turn to.”

“Joel…”

Before you can say anything, he presses a towel against your core and wipes you down. He doesn’t look back at you as he does so. You know that it’s hard for him to say that. To confess something he hadn’t even confessed to himself for years.

“All done.” he says, throwing the razor into the bucket and the towel to the floor. Joel doesn’t move away, and neither do you. Your breathing grows heavy, your chest stuttering with every exhale. He comes closer and guides your legs above his shoulder. You feel his breath, his heat, his gaze.

He kisses the skin right under your pubic bone, he holds your gaze as he moves up, his lips tender against your folds.

“Can I?” he whispers, the need of his tone sending shudders up your spine.

“Go ahead.”

Joel’s tongue dips between the lips of your cunt, his lips moving the same way it does when he presses them onto your mouth. His fingers bite into your skin, the movement of his tongue more eager as he tugs you further down and into his mouth. Joel savors the taste as moves he long and slow. You feel the flat of his tongue, the trembling of his chest as he groans into you. Without thinking you jerk towards his mouth, his lips too sinful, too good for you to stay still. You thread your fingers into his hair and pull him closer.

A moan part your lips as he parts your folds and flicks his tongue over your clit. A sharp feeling of pelasure courses through you, too sudden to be described as a wave, too overwhelming and lingering to be described as a jolt of electricity. He’s the only one to make you feel like this. He laves at the sensitive bundle fo nerves, pursing his lips around the nub and swirling his tongue around it. You chase the feeling, grinding up into him until he pins your hips down and inhales you.

“Stay still,” he groans. “You taste so good, honey. Could live out the rest of my days spoilin’ this perfect cunt.”

He sloopily laps at your cunt and sucks at the clit, the pads of his fingers draw circles over your aching hole before sliding two in. Your eyes snap open, your jaw dropping nearly all the way to your chest.

“Shit—” you choke out, your hips trembling. “Shit, shit, shit. Joel, please—”

“Love it when you get all needy for me,” he says, licking a stripe up between your folds as he rocks his fingers deeper into you. “My sweet girl, can’t even as what she wants. You want me to make you come, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you cry out. “Yes, yes, please make me come. Please—you feel so good, Joel.”

He nips at the inside of your thigh before coming back to your sex, his fingers are knuckle deep and you see white when he curls them. Every nerve is burning with want, with need. Your stomach tightens, your skin prickling with everything he does. You can barely breathe, suffocating and swallowing down your bated breaths.

He takes his time, pulling his fingers out before plunging them back in, pushing you to the very brink. You shudder, your body trembling with pleasure as he laps and suckles at your sweetest spots. His tongue moves in circles and swirls, flicking and rubbing against your clit as he increases the tempo. His fingers work in tandem, thrusting deep inside you, his other hand holding you firmly in place.

Your body is consumed by him, your mind spinning from the intensity of it. Joel doesn't let up, his movements becoming more and more frenzied as he brings you to the edge of oblivion. You can feel your orgasm building inside you, and as it reaches its peak you break down, letting out a cry as you gush around his fingers and drench his lips. You grip at Joel's hair as your body is rocked by wave after wave of pleasure, your hips bucking wildly against his face as your orgasm takes full control.

Joel holds you close, his fingers still inside you as your orgasm slowly subsides. He kisses your stomach, and you feel a warmth spread through you.

He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean before moving up your body and pulling you into a tight embrace. There’s something incredibly vulnerable about you being completely in the nude while he’s compeltly clothed. You curl into a ball, he pulls you closer.

“I think I need another shower,” you grin, looking up. “You made a mess of me, Joel Miller.”

“Up to you,” he murmurs and presses his lips to your forehead. “But this time I’m joining you.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #hbo the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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connie-rubirosa · 1 month

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PUSHING DAISIES REWATCH | 1.6 "Bitches" ↳ Some women love like gangstas. They be like, "Ooh baby, you bleedin'! How'd that happen?" while they're hidin' the razor in their weave.

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dreamgrlarchive · 6 months

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A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Spring

since i won’t be active on tumblr when next spring comes around, and i’ve done 3/4 seasons, i felt it was appropriate to go ahead and finish the series! if you find yourself inspired by my aesthetic/looks, you can absolutely use this as a guide for the next primavera season! 🐇

what’s the look this spring?

my personal forecast for fashion spring ‘24 is “pink pilates bimbo” for sure. the renewal of spring is the time for a wellness reset. so i’ll be engaging in a physical activity but i’ll still be in barbie attire. pink athleisure pieces with super girly additions is my predicted aesthetic. 🎀

first and foremost…

let’s talk about what spring symbolizes: renewal, cleansing, and restarting. that makes itself apparent in the seasons colors; the darkness of winter transitions to the soft pastels of spring.

preparation

start spring cleaning and prepping for seasonal allergies. stock up on in season fruits to keep in the house. take up outside activities like biking, outdoor yoga, and jogging. buy new fragrances. prep your skin and hair for the overtime humidity.

essentials

pretty umbrella

allergy meds/quarterly check up

new water bottle/tumbler

fresh and clean candles + home fragrances

matcha and jade citrus tea

humidifier

neti pot

clothes and accessories

pink athleisure. the lululemon strawberry milkshake jacket is a must! (or a dupe if you’re on budget)

foldover yoga pants

bedazzled pieces

pastel colored pieces

cute mini bags

victoria’s secret totes

tennis skirts

sheer + lacey tops

florals for spring? groundbreaking.

glitter + sequins

satin dresses

lace up sandals

hunter boots

coach baguettes

victoria’s secret co-ords, leggings and sweaters

ballet flats

ugg slippers + fluff sandals

cute gym shoes with pink/sparkly details

lace up pieces

baby blue is a staple color for spring

ruffle trims

warm materials + revealing cuts

“pastry princess” looks inspired by sweets and dessertz

cropped baby tees

stripper heelz

diamond jewelry

body jewelry + belly chainz

sparkly hair clips and headbands

butterfly aesthetics

ribbons and bows

ostrich feathers

sparkly keychains and wristlets

bodysuits + heels combo

statement jewelry like hello kitty, fruit or desserts

beauty

pretty eye pigments (try mac, huda or iconic london)

vibrant pinks

warm bronzer

glitter gloss

translucent glosses in pink and orange

charlotte tilbury flawless filter

nars super orgasm blush

morphe 8r complexion palette

morphe nikita palette

natasha denona diamond & glow (favvv)

a bunch of clear glosses

fenty diamond bomb

fenty fussy gloss bomb

urban decay moondust shadows

cake beauty products

joseon spf 50

bright and/or floral fragrances (gucci flora gorgeous gardenia, jimmy choo illicit flower, carolina herrera good girl blush, juliette has a gun collection, yves saint laurent mon paris intensement, marc jacobs daisy fragrances)

victoria’s secret love spell + warm and cozy + la crème fragrances

sol de janeiro body mists

body shimmer (fenty beauty or bath and body works)

sweet body butters

sol de janeiro beija flor

exfoliating gloves

juicy sheet masks

cetaphil moisturizing cream

native candy shop collection

victoria’s secret tease + eau so sexy

5 blade razors and post shave oil

cute mirrors to keep in my purses

glitter nails

lavenders and pinks

protein treatments for moisture overload

#diva seasonz!#the prissy girl agenda #dream girl beauty #dream girl journey #my posts

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tcustodisart · 1 month

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Connecticut Tav | Wood Half-Elf | Beast Master Ranger

So, this is my sheet for @bareee's @tav-dex. Went a little overboard and made a whole ass character sheet (man the last time I made one of those was so long ago). I want to write something about my cringe boy so. Buckle up because it's going to be long and poorly written (I suck at writing).

One edit because I'm a dummy, his alignment is neutral good not true neutral idk why I did that.

He was born and raised in his mom's and step-dad's tavern called Crow's Perch (not as fancy as Elf Song but in a different category as Blushing Mermaid)(the tavern thing is just for the sake of a joke that the most popular drink they serve is called 'Connecticut Water'). He has an older brother, who's a bard. Despite the description for Urchin background ("After surviving a poor and bleak childhood") he had a happy childhood, filled with love and support. The two brothers treated the whole Lower City as their playground: breaking into places just for fun, pick pocketing nobles, climbing Wyrm's Rock Fortress etc.

His love for beasts and creatures of any kind comes from the stories told by his step-dad (both him and Tav's mom are retired adventurers). Step dad was the one who told Tav about Darkmaw the Wicked *wink wink*.

At one point he got tired of the city life and decided he wanted to become a ranger. After successfully fulfilling some contracts he became so confident of his skills he tried to build a trap all by his own. The trap exploded right into his face (he himself has no idea how it didn't kill him or damaged his eyes). After that he was sulking in his hunting hut for a month. The experience humbled the boy. Most of his adventuring prior to the nautiloid could just be boiled down to hanging around one village and talking local boars out of destroying potato fields, and occasionally getting rid of poachers.

Before the abduction he was on his way to Baldur's Gate to see his family (which he hasn't seen in months).

Trivia (because it's easier to write stuff this way):

His hair started to go grey at the start of Act 3 from the weight of responsibility and stress.

In Act 1 he was corresponding with his family thanks to Faust. After entering The Underdark he stopped sending letters (In Underdark because it would be hard, in Act 2 because he didn't want the bird to be killed by Shadow Curse).

Despite being close to his family in Act 3, he didn't visit them or send any messages in fear that Gortash and/or Orin would hurt them.

He carries with him a razor and some fancy oils for his beard.

His brother wrote one ballad about him, soon after that Tav forbid him from writing more (it was very much not accurate).

His step-dad taught him how to fight with a sword, while his mom taught him archery and the art of stealth.

Tav's biological father died when he was very young so he has barely any memory of him.

Tav's a walking Merlin app, he can identify any bird by just listening to it.

He loves climbing trees. Either to rest on a branch or to scout the surroundings.

He loves picking up herbs and making potions.

Despite growing up in a tavern he's not much of a drinker.

He's very self-conscious about his height and chest-to-belly area. He tries his best not to show it.

At one point he was persona non grata at Sharess' Caress.

He enjoys fishing.

Sir Daisy Dewdrop Fluffington is a name of his childhood plush.

He knows how to play lanceboard (he often plays against Gale and tries to teach it to Wyll).

He draws in his journal. He drew all of his companions at least once.

He almost cried when Jaheira called him 'cub' and almost called her 'mom' in response.

He's scared of Lae'zel. But tries his best to understand and help her.

He had countless heart-to-hearts with Karlach.

In his journal he described Astarion as 'his equal on the battlefield'.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #connceticut tav #character sheet #tav #oc:faust #i accidentally hit post while editing it lmao well this is the final version dhjdjd #the fact tav and faust have the same wis is sending me

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purpleajisai · 6 months

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Drop your Madara headcannons 🧠 💣

Hi! This is going to be quite a long list. Didn't add every single hc because I'm planning on writing a little fanfic and don't want to spoil some details to you hehe. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Some of these are very oddly specific, this man occupies at least half my brain if not more.

🔥 misc!

* He drinks his tea boiling hot. Burning your tongue? Never heard of it

* Is actually good at cooking and makes the most out of any ingredient available. Growing up in war, he knows how to make meals out of anything.

* Has a pillow to cuddle in bed! The dude is lonely.

* Very elegant and expensive hanko to stamp his documents. A clan leader needs to be fancy sometimes!

* Neat freak. Never has his house messy or his clothes out of place. Even his hair strands are calculated.

* Is actually able to mend/sew his clothes very well if some stitches are damaged during training.

* Sleeps a maximum of 6 hours a day, minimum of 30 minutes. The amount of sleep he gets is like playing a roulette (ever seen the eyebags? yeah)

* Speaking about the eyebags. His eyebags are both sunken and protruding (based on my personal experience of being sleep deprived+stressed) the lower eyelid pops out a little and the dark circles extend more.

* The man is physically unable to go out in social settings during the day. Only has social battery for the night. If he has to do some sort of diplomatic celebration with other clan leaders or kage during the day, he’ll leave the talking to someone better at social gatherings like Hashirama.

* Has houseplants both for decoration and for cooking. We’re talking pretty succulents and mint plants or peach trees.

* The type of guy to wake up and immediately jump out of bed. Things have to be done everyday and he doesn’t trust people to do things the way he likes.

🎀 appearance!

* Shaves to perfection every single morning, no excuses. Takes a little razor to missions, hates the feeling of facial hair growing. Trims his eyebrows as well. The Sharingan needs a pretty frame, right?

* The gloves have 2 purposes: protecting his hands from getting calluses or any form of damage due to the metal handle of the gunbai, kusarigama, etc and to hide burn scars (courtesy of @madaraservingcunt go follow her!)

* Continuing with the gloves, they’re made out of leather or thick cotton. Maybe has several sets of them for different activities.

* Smells like a mix of wood (cedar or pine), soot/ash, aloe and maybe lavender or wild daisy.

* Skincare and haircare? He’s VERY serious about these. Aloe vera facial masks for soothing the itchiness of constant katonjutsu, washes face with caution, rice water to keep his hair shiny, protective hairstyles to not damage the long hair strands, bamboo hairbrush to retain the natural oils, etc.

* Either has thick straight hair or textured and slightly wavy hair, definitely cut in layers. The wavy hair would make more sense as it poofs up when dry but looks rather straight when wet, taking into account the scenes of the battle in the Valley of the End (thank you Indra for the wavy hair and gorgeous mane genetics). Definitely loves his hair, fav part about himself.

* The bandages above his ankles are to keep the pants in place because his calves are thin and not very muscular, a small insecurity when he was a teen.

* Speaking of the terrible teens, he got grumpy whenever he got a breakout, zit, etc.

* Has mixed/dry, sensible skin. Dealt with painful and itchy sores due to lack of skin hydration while in war.

* Is a bit ashamed of his height and body proportions (i.e. wishing he was taller, less lean and more bulky, broader shoulders). These were regular nuisances during his teens but he eventually controlled the insecurities in adulthood, not managing to make them disappear completely nonetheless.

🍡 food!

* The databooks say that his fav food is inarizushi, so I've added that he likes similar things: onigiri, temaki, nigirizushi, tamagoyaki or even gyoza.

* Eats with little pleasure, only to fuel his body or whatever. That changes when Konoha is founded and he can actually enjoy and taste his meals.

* Dislikes greasy foods. Not a fan of ramen or katsudon, gyoza has to be boiled and would never eat tempura or ebi furai.

* Has a sweet tooth. We're talking dango, wagashi, dorayaki and more. However, only Izuna knew about this. Can't have a clan leader that eats candy like a little child.

* Prefers his sake cold and drinks mostly umeshu in informal gatherings.

* Actually likes fruit. I have no reason for believing this but he has the face of a man who likes fresh fruit. Fav fruit is persimmons or apples.

* Was malnourished as a child, giving away his food to his brothers or clansmen. Eventually took a toll on his muscle growth and height.

* Eats very light breakfast (maybe tea and some rice with nori or miso soup with wakame), heavy lunch (meat or fish, rice, more tea and other side dishes), no dinner.

* Favourite tea is jasmine or pu'erh, mostly drinks green tea and actually enjoys a good ceremonial matcha.

Thanks for the fun ask! I legit have a google docs of 4 pages full of hcs 😭 please send more asks about him I need to dump my brainrot

#ask #madara #madara uchiha #uchiha clan #uchiha madara #pro uchiha #naruto #founders era #madara headcanons #yay my first ask!#so happy to share my worringly high amount of headcanons!#if anyone reads this rb with your own hcs #madara 4 president #i want to give him a hair treatment or facial mask uwu

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high-school-lit-tournament · 7 months

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High School Lit Tournament Quarter-Finals

Animal Farm: A farm is taken over by its overworked, mistreated animals. With flaming idealism and stirring slogans, they set out to create a paradise of progress, justice, and equality. Thus the stage is set for one of the most telling satiric fables ever penned –a razor-edged fairy tale for grown-ups that records the evolution from revolution against tyranny to a totalitarianism just as terrible.

The Great Gatsby: The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald's third book, stands as the supreme achievement of his career. This exemplary novel of the Jazz Age has been acclaimed by generations of readers. The story of the fabulously wealthy Jay Gatsby and his love for the beautiful Daisy Buchanan, of lavish parties on Long Island at a time when The New York Times noted "gin was the national drink and sex the national obsession," it is an exquisitely crafted tale of America in the 1920s.

#high school lit tournament #classic literature #animal farm #the great gatsby

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wjhik · 10 months

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This Is Going To Be A Long Day (Jude Bellingham)

A/N: In this one, you're travelling from England, back to YOUR native country. If you're from England, you're traveling to a country where some of your family lives, because I will mention being excited to see your family, and cousins, and ect.

Y/N's POV:

I just finished getting ready. It is now 1:30 am. Our flight is at 7:30. It takes us 2 hours to get the the airport. We have to be there 2 hours early. We have to leave by 3:30. Time to get the kids up. Knowing Camilia, she would spend 2 hours getting ready, insisting she'll meet the love of her life at the airport, then never see him again. (same) I tiptoe into Cami's room. "Good morning, baby. Wake up." I say slowly shaking her. After some moans and groans, she gets up. "Mum! I'm not going to have time to do my hair!" She shoots up, looking at the time. "Camilia, we have 2 hours." I say. "2?! I thought we had 3!!" This girl is unbelievable. Okay, Cami is up.

I have to pack my skin care. I walk into my bathroom, wrapping up my products in packing paper, the duct tape. I put them in a bag, stuffed with cotton, preventing them from breaking. I do a few more tasks in the bathroom, like packing away Jude's electric razor that I knew he would forget. "I'll do it tonight, baby." Is what he said when I told him to pack it away after using it yesterday. I head outside the bathroom to see a very peacefully sleeping Jude. I look over at the clock: 2:15. Time to wake up Adam.

"Good morning." I drag out my words. I rub his back. How does he sleep without a shirt in this cold? And why does he insist on keeping the room so cold? "Mhh...5 minutes more, please." He says, tucking himself away in the blanket. "Do you want to shower today?" I ask him. "Yeah..." He says. "We leave in an hour." I say. "MUM!! I'm not going to get any hot water if Cami's showering!!" He yells at me, shooting up from his bed. That's another one up. Now time for the twins. This is going to be hard. Who wants to wake up the cranky 5- year-olds.

"Wakey, wakey, my loves." I say, gently rubbing the kids backs. I'm crouching on the floor, in between their two small beds. One light pink with fairies on it, the other littered with dinosaurs. "No, mama..." Kieryn says, tucking himself back into his plushie. "C'mon, sweetie. You want to go see all your cousins, right? And your grandma?" I say to him. He is no doubt excited to see his family, but he can forget that when he's sleepy. I look over to Sahar, and she's slowly sitting up, rubbing her eyes. Both the kids' curly hair in a messy cloud on their heads. "Good morning, baby." I say to Sahar. I lean over to kiss her head. The twins simultaneously throw their blankets off themselves and walk towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. While they are using the toilet and brushing their teeth, I pick out their outfits. A white sundress with a knitted cardigan with daisies on it, along with some walkable sandals for Sahar, and for Kieryn, a simple t shirt with some beige cargo shorts.

2:45 am

I walk back into Jude and I's shared bedroom to see him asleep and shut the door behind me. Last night wore him out. (iykyk ;) I sit on the edge of the bed, next to my husband. I lightly stroke his face. "Good morning, honey." I say as his eyes flutter open. He puts his hand on the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. I feel his soft lips on mine and smile into the kiss, thinking about how lucky I am. "I love you." He says in between kisses. "Mama? I need help." I hear a little voice say, interrupting our moment. I look at the door to see a little girl, dressed in the outfit I picked for her with a comb stuck in her hair. "I tried to do my hair." She says, apologetically. "That's okay, baby. Go sit outside. I'll do it for you." She quickly agrees and goes to her spot at the table. "C'mon, we leave soon." I say to my husband, giving him one last kiss.

I head to the downstairs, to the kitchen and take out 5 bowls, 3 big, 2 small. I reach for the cereal and pour it into the bowls. I put it back and quickly open the fridge and grab the milk. I do the same and grab the 2 small bowls with the spoon. I place it in front of the twins who have turned on the TV and are watching 'SpongeBob'. While the kids are munching away, I run upstairs to grab the basket of hair products I have for the kids. I quickly make my way back downstairs and start on Sahar's hair. I wet her hair with the spray then put in some curl cream. I brush it out, and simply give her two braids, but she has a lot of hair, so it is a lengthy process nonetheless. For Kieryn, I simply wet his hair, and run some curl cream through it to control the frizz.

"Mum, where are my shoes? The blue ones." Adam tuns downstairs, with his hair coiled, but still wet. "At the door. Breakfast is on the table" I reply to him. He gets his shoes on and eats his cereal. I turn my back from the living room to wash the twins' bowls and put them away when I hear a loud crash and a little voice yelling 'HEYY!!'. I turn around to see my little son on the floor while his sister and older brother laugh at him. "Adam, what did you do??" I ask him. It's obvious what he did. "He should have got up." He throws his hand up. "I'm older." Adam says, smugly. "So you push him off??" I ask him, walking towards younger one to help him up. Adam simply shrugs his shoulders and continues eating his food. "You really are an asshole." Camilia says to her barely older brother, helping her little one up before I could. "Cami." I say to her, not disagreeing but warning her about her language. She's so good with the kids. She really is a blessing.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist, pecking my neck. "Hey, sweetie." Before I can reply, I hear a series of 'EWW's and 'GROOSSS's. I can feel Jude give the kids a death stare without even seeing him. I turn around and give him a light kiss on his cheek, handing him his cereal.

3:15 am

Time to leave. I get all the kids out the door, after finding all the bags and knickknacks, as well as harnessing up our two runners, and in the car. I turn on the radio and look at the time. 3:30. "Mum, turn off the radio. I know you've been awake since forever, but we're trying to sleep here. Damn." Adam says to me. "Excuse you? Mind your attitude." Jude says to our son. He grumbles something under his breath as I turn off the radio. It's okay. I get it. He's cranky.

7:00 am

We are now at the terminal waiting for our flight to be called. I have Adam's head and Sahar on my lap, asleep, while Jude has Camilia and Keiryn. These kids have been up for a while. I'm sure they're tired. "Flight 629373 to (your desired city)" We hear over the loud speaker. I wake up Adam as Jude wakes up Camilia. Everyone gets up and grabs their bags. Jude stand in line, quickly. Before it gets too long. I hand Sahar to Adam, because I can't carry her any longer.

We finally get on our flight. We're now about 45 minutes into our flight. Keiryn, Adam, and Sahar are all sitting together, watching a movie and giggling away. Sahar wanted to stay with her daddy, so she's sitting with us, now fast asleep. Jude has lifted up our seat dividers to be able to sit close to us. He's in the middle, I'm in the window seat, and Sahar is asleep in the aisle seat. Jude puts his arm around me and says, "I'm so proud of you for making all this happen." He kisses my head. "I love you." I say as I snuggle into him. This'll be fun.

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#jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fanfic #football x reader #footballer x reader

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sometimesanalice · 10 months

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USERNAME SONG GAME 🎶

Thank you @teacupsandtopgun and @beccaanne814 for the tag! Y’all this was a FEAT 😮‍💨

RULES: Pick a song for each letter in your URL and tag that many people.

S | Sucker- Jonas Brothers

O | Olivia- One Direction (don’t @ me)/ Open You Eyes- STRFKR/ Ophelia- The Lumineers

M | My Song 5 (feat. A$AP)- HAIM

E | Everytime- Broods

T | The River- Daisy Jones and the Six

I | I Hate Myself for Loving You- Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

M | Music for a Sushi Restaurant-Harry Styles

E | (Come On) Eileen- Dexys Midnight Runners (taking creative liberties here)

S | Ship to Wreck- Florence and the Machine

A | Ancient Names, Pt. 1- Lord Huron

N | No Roots- Alice Merton

A | Australia- The Shins

L | Lullaby- Grace Ives

I | I giorni- Ludovico Einaudi

C | Carolina- Harry Styles

E | Everywhere- Fleetwood Mac

Np tags: @gretagerwigsmuse @tongue-like-a-razor @notroosterbradshaw @roosterbruiser @sehnsuchts-trunken @gigisimsonmars @sushiwriterhere and anyone else who would have fun with this 🤍

#tag game #username tag game #this took me a hot minute #why is my username so long 😂

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oneinathousand · 1 year

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Once Disney’s well of older movies they can remake runs dry and they have to scrap the bottom of the barrel, I would like to humbly suggest my own idea for a hyper-realistic CGI “live-action remake” of The Three Caballeros (that also remakes Saludos Amigos as well to kill two birds with one stone). To keep the story more cohesive, this would take out most of the characters in the anthologies except for the Caballeros themselves:

The setting is like the original movies, happening during WWII, except this one focuses on the harsh realities happening during the time to tell a gut-wrenching story about the immediate and long-term after-effects of war, the bigotry of not just the U.S. but other places in the 1940′s, and the struggle to find meaning in a world that will discard you once they see you as useless to society.

The story begins with Donald Duck being discharged from the Navy following a breakdown caused by the horrors he endured while fighting the Japanese, the final straw being when he learned that his pilot sister, Della, went MIA in the Pacific Theater and is presumed dead (but little does her family know that she crash-landed on a remote island and spends her days struggling to survive against everything from bad weather to spider crabs).

Back home, Donald’s PTSD creates outbursts of anger and paranoia that causes his relationship with Daisy to end, but he won’t go to an asylum because he wants to help take care of his nephews, which is a struggle since he now has trouble holding down a job, and his Uncle Scrooge refuses to help him out because of his behavior.

He throws himself into a lifestyle of drinking and gambling, but eventually finds himself massively in debt and in deep trouble over angering some gangsters in his area. Not wanting his family to get involved, Donald decides to flee south and start a new life, going to Mexico and Brazil.

First, he meets Jose Carioca, a malandro who carries a razor blade on his person and knows capoeira. At first, Jose was hoping to get some money out of someone he thought was just an American tourist, but once he learns of Donald’s predicament, he takes pity on him and the two become friends.

Meanwhile, the gangsters are now out for Donald’s blood, and so they send out enforcers to catch up with him and kill him. Donald and Jose head back up north to Mexico, where they meet Panchito.

As a child, Panchito’s family was slaughtered during the Mexican Revolution, and so like Donald, he is very traumatized, but he hides it beneath a facade of bravado and travels around the country to protect those who cannot protect themselves, through violent means if necessary. Panchito is a nickname, because people compare him to Pancho Villa.

The three decide to team up and rob from the rich so that they can each fix their financial troubles, but all three have gotten in trouble in their home countries, so not only are the American gangsters after them, but so are police and various other criminals whom Jose and Panchito have gone up against in the past.

Panchito falls in love with Jose, but because it’s the 1940′s and he’s very Catholic, he’s very conflicted about his feelings.

Uhhhh... there’s a game of loteria involved somewhere...

Can The Three Caballeros get themselves out of their disenfranchisement and become heroes? Will Donald be able to find a new purpose in life? Will Della get off that island? Will the romantic subplot between Panchito and Jose be reduced to subtext so obfuscating that few people will realize what’s going on? Disney, call me.

#this was meant to be as ridiculous as possible but now I'm slightly invested #disney #the three caballeros #donald duck #josé carioca #panchito pistoles #panjose #duckverse

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republicsecurity · 2 months

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A Day in the Life of R23I9: The Charming Heavy Rescue Paramedic

Get ready to swoon because we've got an exclusive peek into the thrilling life of R23I9, the heartthrob heavy rescue paramedic who's not only saving lives but also stealing hearts along the way! Brace yourselves for a day filled with muscles, machines, and a dash of irresistible charm.

With a gentle touch, he opens his sleek sleeping capsule, greeting the day with enthusiasm. And guess what? We were there to witness it all! 🌞💖 Join us for a whirlwind 36-hour shift.

Early Morning: Rise and Shine! As the city begins to stir from its slumber, our dashing hero, R23I9, emerges from his sleeping capsule looking as fresh as a daisy. With a quick stretch and a charming smile, he starts his day, removing his bed linen meticulously to ensure the next person in line enjoys the same comfort he did.

Hygiene and Maintenance: The Cleaning Station Ritual:

R23I9 walks us through the intricacies of the cleaning station, a crucial element in maintaining the hygiene and functionality of the chastity device. His voice carries a mix of nonchalance and matter-of-factness as he elaborates, "The cleaning station is where accountability and support come into play. Another paramedic is present during this process, offering inspection and assistance. It's about ensuring the comfort of our fellow paramedics, preventing chafing or complications."

The Bond of Camaraderie: Inspecting Each Other's Devices:

F2IL0, chiming in with a tone of camaraderie, adds, "Inspecting each other's devices, including the penis and testicles, is a practice embedded in our culture. It's not just about safety; it's about mutual care. We check to make sure our colleagues are comfortable."

Sweat and Mobility

Picture this: a grueling 45-minute stretching and mobility routine that pushes their bodies to the limit. 🏋️‍♂️ I'm talking sweat glistening on their skin, muscles flexing, and determination etched on their faces. It's like a scene straight out of a romance movie, with our crush R23I9 at the center of it all.

R23I9, with his jaw-dropping physique and unwavering focus, leads the pack. His every move is calculated, his dedication inspiring. And did I mention the way his shirt clings to him, showcasing those perfectly toned abs? Swoon 😍

As they bend, stretch, and push themselves to the max, there's an undeniable chemistry in the air. The shared effort, the synchronized movements – it's a dance of passion and discipline that leaves us utterly captivated. And let's not even get started on those stolen glances and lingering touches.

Love Blossoms in Suds: A Shower of Affection! 💦💑

Hold on to your hearts, dear readers, because our beloved paramedic, R23I9, is about to take us on a journey to the steamiest spot in the entire ambulance station: the SHOWER! 😍🚿

After that intense training session that left us all hot and bothered, R23I9 leads us to the shower room where the temperature isn't the only thing rising! Together with another hunky conscript paramedic, they step under the warm cascade of water, their muscles still glistening from their workout. Oh my, can you feel the heat? 🔥

In the intimate confines of the shower, R23I9 and his paramedic buddy share a moment that's as sensual as it is heartwarming. They take turns soaping each other up, their strong hands gliding over slick, wet skin, forming a connection that goes beyond words. It's a dance of trust and camaraderie, a ritual that binds them together in the most intimate way possible. 😘

But the surprises don't end there! As the water cascades over them, they pull out razors and begin to shave each other's heads.

As the city settles into a tranquil night, our dashing hero, R23I9, slips into his Union Suit. The snug fabric clings to his muscular frame, accentuating every contour and leaving us utterly mesmerized. The moonlight casts a gentle glow, creating a captivating silhouette that tells tales of strength, courage, and quiet confidence. 🌙✨💪

Click... Click... Click... The Sound of Love and Protection! 💖🔒

Oh, dear readers, hold onto your hearts, because our paramedic romance is taking a thrilling turn as R23I9 and his paramedic partner step into their formidable ARMOUR SUITS! 🦸‍♂️✨

With a symphony of clicks, the armor pieces are secured, each one symbolizing not only their commitment to their duty but also the growing connection between them. Click... The pants hug their legs, emphasizing their strength and determination. Click... The chastity cage follows, a reminder of the Corps' rules, but also of their shared vulnerability. Click... Boots encase their feet, grounding them in the reality of their mission.

Moving upward, click... the torso and chest protector are fastened, shielding their hearts while allowing room for the love that's blossoming between them.

The familiar sight of their ID tattoos, once proudly displayed, begins to fade beneath the vibrant red of their chest protectors. This transformation symbolizes more than just a change in appearance; it represents their evolution within the Paramedic Corps. Their identities, once marked on their skin for the world to see, are now shielded, hidden behind the crimson barrier of their dedication. As the tattoo vanishes, a new sense of unity and purpose takes its place, binding them together in a way words could never express.

Click... Arms slide into place, and gloves are donned, fingers nimble and ready to save lives. With every audible click, their bond strengthens, each piece of armor sealing their fate together.

In the echoing silence of the armory, the clicks resonate like a heartbeat, syncing theirs in a rhythm only they can understand. It's not just the armor that's clicking into place; it's their souls, aligning with a purpose greater than themselves. Click... Click... The sound echoes through the room, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their paramedic journey.

Morning Chow

With a sense of purpose, our courageous paramedics, R23I9 and F2IL0, grab their helmets, their dedication gleaming in their eyes.

Amidst the chatter, they line up to receive their breakfast rations, a nourishing meal carefully crafted to fuel their bodies for the challenges ahead. As they savor each bite, they exchange smiles and brief conversations, a moment of camaraderie before the day's duties begin in earnest.

Morning meds, a ritual of dedication and care, are dispensed with precision, ensuring their bodies are primed for the challenges of the day ahead. With every pill swallowed, they reaffirm their commitment to their roles as paramedics, their unwavering spirit shining through.

After this essential routine, they proceed to the morning roll call, their heads held high. 🚑🔔🌅

Checks and off we go

With their helmets now securely fastened, R23I9 and the other paramedic swiftly move to the equipment check area. The room is filled with the sounds of clicking as they meticulously inspect their gear, ensuring that every piece of equipment is in perfect working order. Click after click, they confirm the readiness of their tools, a symphony of preparation echoing through the space.

Upon completion of the equipment check, a blaring alarm pierces the air, signaling their first heavy-duty call: a fire. Without hesitation, they rush to the awaiting heavy rescue vehicles, their armored suits gleaming under the station lights.

Click.

The doors of the vehicle slam shut, sealing them inside the protective cocoon of their heavy rescue suits. Click after click, they secure their helmets, gloves, and visors, immersing themselves in a focused silence. The atmosphere inside the vehicle is charged with anticipation, a collective determination to respond swiftly and decisively to the emergency at hand.

As the heavy rescue vehicle roars to life, they exchange determined glances, their eyes reflecting a shared commitment to their mission. With a final click, they embark on their journey, ready to face the flames and challenges that await them.

Outside, the world is ablaze with orange and red hues, but inside the armored vehicle, R23I9 and the other paramedic are a beacon of unwavering resolve, their armored forms a testament to their preparedness and courage. With every click, they move closer to the heart of the fire, their purpose unwavering, their determination unyielding. 🔥🚑💪

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florencealderidge · 3 months

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Daisy Petals

My face hides in the clouds that bring rain, you could spend an eternity searching for it,

tore it apart, I left the pieces of my soul in daisy petals,

you could die while picking them up, asking them if I can really love.

I’m not the girl that sleeps without the waves of panic,

It’s exhausting, I know, I feel it,

It drives them away, like the Atlantic drove away titanic,

the soul of mine, its far from you

and from yours.

I’m no different from the ones you knew before,

I don’t speak much, well my mother puts up with it,

but I know she hates me for it,

I can’t sleep much, I know my father could see through me

and i hate him for it.

if one could keep me in their soul

for as long as I’ve kept razors in my dresser

I wouldn’t worry about my rotting vessel,

after all, It’s covered in daisy petals.

#poetry #writing #girl blogger

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justagirlinafandomworld · 2 years

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I did quite a bit of reading this month and hope you will have as much fun reading and sharing these stories as I have! Again, I want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

The Mandalorian

Fever in my Eyes by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Reader Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you? Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

unfold me by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Female Reader Warnings: Hypothermia. Naked “cuddling.” Confessions. And just an overall emotional bucket of feels.

Marvel

Bad Date by @firefly-in-darkness Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Your date isn’t going well but a chance encounter with the Mafia King of Brooklyn changes your view on how your night is turning out.. Warnings: 18+, Smut, Swearing, Mafia/Mob vibes, mentions of violence, Sex, Praise, Degradation.

Dearly Beloved by @indyluckycharlie Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Female Reader Against your will and your wishes, your powerful mafia father has arranged your marriage to the son of his closest ally. You have other plans. Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Violence. Threats of violence. Murder and implied murder.

the forest by @avintagekiss24 Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader You wake up in a strange, magical place. All alone, you start to walk and find that you aren’t the only one wandering the trees. warnings: language words, smut, sex, sex pollen kinda, animal transformation, grumpy bucky, angst/horror?, fae/faries, fairy tale vibes

Sundress by @princessmisery666 Steve Rogers x Female Reader Steve buys you a present, but it’s more for him. Warnings: smut, dom!Steve, language.

Last Laugh by @boxofbonesfic Steve Rogers x Comedian!Reader Your jokes land you in some hot water with their subject–Captain America. Turns out, America’s golden boy’s a bit of a bully–and you kind of like it. Warnings: Mean Steve, Sub!Reader, Smut, Light BDSM, Semi-public sex, MINORS DNI

Daisy Safe, Rose Wild by @kellyn1604 Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!OFC Steve Rogers is an Alpha on a mission. Find his wayward omega and bring her to heel. What he doesn’t count on is her determined spirit to bring him to his knees. Warnings- Soft! Dark. Non-violent non-con/dub-con. Angst, reluctance, estrous, knotting, claiming, a ton of explicit smut. No wolves or talk of pups…they’re people with a/b/o designations.

Let My Heart Bleed by @xbuchananbarnes Steve Rogers x Female Reader (she/her) Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. part of the you are the sun universe but can be read as a stand-alone.Warnings: S M U T,angst (an almost break up. Sorry about that, I’ve been on my feels), fluff, cursing, poorly edited. This takes place about seven months after CW (yay for nomad!Steve).

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight Thor x Female Reader Your lover - with the help of the stupidly large mirror you own - shows you just how desirable you really are to him... Warnings: Smut! Dirty talk. Insecurities (kind of). Sex in front of a mirror. Soft Dom Thor. 18+ ONLY PLEASE AND FUCKING THANK YOU.

Supernatural

Angel with a Shotgun by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies Castiel x Reader Castiel comes to the reader’s aid when she is put in danger because of his harbored feelings toward her. Warnings: none provided

Missing in Action by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Reader Dean, was hit by a spell cast by an apparently lovesick witch. And though your little group tries to keep him from her, he breaks free. Breaking your heart along the way. Warnings: Heartbreak, jealousy, betrayal, break up, ANGST, injuries, gunshots, blood, possible death, gun violence.

Need Me by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Sam is gone. Dean isn’t coping well but Emily can’t leave him. Warnings: Grieving, smut, angst, smangst, angry Dean, alcoholism, toxic relationship, language, cheating (maybe).

Shared Grief (3 parts) by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Dean and Emily seek comfort together in their shared grief over losing Sam. In their desperation, they may be doing more hurt than healing. Disaster and salvation surprise them both. But all choices come with a price. Part 1 Warnings: smut, angst, grieving, cheating (sort of), bad decisions, betrayal, suicide mention, fluff, language, alcoholism, show level violence mentioned,

Whatcha Got There? by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) old artifacts, Dean being cute, shenanigans Warnings: none

Not a Dry Pair by @deanwinchesterswitch Rockstar!Dean Winchester x Female Reader A fun little glossed-over glimpse into the life of a 'groupie'. Warnings: 18+ NSFW, language, smut with practically no plot

Wasted by @girl-next-door-writes Dean Winchester x Reader You gave up everything for your happy ever after but what if your true happiness is sat drinking himself into oblivion in a bunker? Warnings: none provided

Hello Hello by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) Dean liked to suprise Y/N. Especially if he found a fun weakness in the process. Warnings: none provided

Run To You by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x OFC Disillusioned by the world around her, Kasey has chosen to live a life of solitude. Accused of a crime he didn't commit, Dean escapes custody. On the run from the law and out to prove his innocence, he stumbles headlong into Kasey's life. The fateful encounter sets them on a winding path of desire, heartbreak, and perhaps the most incredible love they've ever known. However, time and the law are not on their side. Warnings: Angst, fluff, slow-burn, language, panic attack detailed (near end of story). Each chapter will have its own warnings.

I'm Not Mad by @fluffiest-dreams Jack Kline, Reader (she/her) Jack was still a child. Some things proved that more than others. Pure fluff Warnings: general spoilers for season 13, lil bit of Jack being insecure

Don't Die by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Y/N wanted to go on a hunt with Dean while Sam had to stay back with an injured leg. Neither of them was happy about it Warnings: fighting, brief misunderstanding, fluff

I Keep My Promises by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Sam and Dean had just smoked out a nest of vampires when the two survivers decided to get revenge by kidnapping Y/N. Warnings: canon typical violence, kidnapping, angst, decapitation, blood (but I promise a happy ending)

Crossovers

I'll Be Seeing You by @navybrat817 Spy!Ari Levinson x Female Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Ari has to let you go until a threat gives him a reason to come home. Warnings: Slight angst, break-up, adult themes, slight possessive behavior, Ari Levinson, (he is a warning)

American Beauty / American Psycho by @cockslut-padalecki Soldier Boy x Female Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers Y/N wakes up to what should be every woman’s fantasy— sandwiched between the heroes of America as their own personal fuck toy. Warnings: Soldier Boy/Steve’s love/hate relationship, explicit sexual content, dub-con, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), double penetration, anal play, anal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), deep throating, a little slapping, degradation, threats of cream pies to every orifice, 18+.

Other Characters

Nothin' Short of a Miracle by @starks-hero Roy O'Bannon x Female Reader The last person Roy knew that caught tuberculosis didn’t see the next month. But you’re strong and Roy doesn’t plan on giving up on you as long as you’re still fighting. Warnings: depictions of serious illness, a little bit of angst, fluff

RPF

Snack? by @jawritter Jensen Ackles x Female Reader The new Alpha on set wants you to take his “new’ face for a spin, and who the fuck can you tell him now? Warnings: Face riding, Possessive behavior I guess? ABO dynamics, male masturbation. Light dirty talk. Language. Is it cheating if he has permission?

#just a girl reading fics in may 2022 #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #dean winchester x reader #din djarin x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #thor x reader #soldier boy x reader #jensen ackles x reader

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daffodilsinspring · 1 year

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Genshin Impact Monstadt Characters as Flowers

Albedo - Mint - Virtue

Amber - Crocus Spring - Youthful gladness

Barabara - Daisy - Innocence & Loyal Love

Jean - Chamomile - Patience in adversity

Bennet - Lillac - Joy of Youth

Diluc - Gladlolus - Integrity & Strength

Klee - Camilla White - You're adorable

Kaeya - Nasturtium - Victory in Battle

Diona - Peony - Bashful & Happy Life

Eula - Edelwelss - Courage & Devotion

Fischl - Majoram - Joy and Happiness

Lisa - Sage - Wisdom

Mona - Iris - Wisdom & Trust

Razor - Lilly whilte - Purity

Rosaria - Violet - Watchfullness & Faithfullness

Sucrose - Pink Aster - Love and Sensitivity

Noelle - Hollyhock - Ambition

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thewornoutandtired · 7 months

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Tattoos

The Cat's tattoos are eldritch, all tentacles and eyes and teeth. The tattoos cover their arms and legs, intertwining with the lines of veins and arteries already there, with stray tentacles reaching into their torso like they're taking root. They move slowly, subtly enough that you may not even notice, or think your eyes are playing tricks on you.. However, if the Cat is coming for you, then you'll understand that it's not a trick. The lights fade into darkness, and the tattoos seem to infect the darkness. They'll be walking in the middle of a heaving, writhing mass of monstrosity. If you're lucky enough that they let you live, your nightmares will be haunted with visions of eyes and tentacles hunting you through the dark.

The Coyote looks like he was dragged through Hell, or forged in it. His body is crisscrossed with black lines, running from one organ to another, all coalescing into a single thick braid up his spine. The lines pulse as his emotions rise, red lights of either anger or love shooting across the line of void. When his emotions reach a fever pitch, the wires extend into those he's touching, marking them. Those close to him have their own small patches of wire, nestled within their own tattoos. Those marked by his rage, however, howl in agony as the hellfire within him burns them to ash from the inside out as the lines wrap around their necks.

The Gecko has iridescent clouds across her back, glowing and swirling with her mood. They never seem to be the same color twice, even to those that have been around for years. She's like a walking sunset, casting light wherever she goes. There are the unlucky few who know that those clouds can turn black, however. After all, every cloud can become a storm of destruction. She becomes a force of nature, with a touch like a lightning bolt and a voice like the howling winds of a hurricane. Then, just like the weather of Oklahoma, she can go right back to bright and sunny as though nothing had happened.

The Raccoon has a garden down her arms. The vines started on the backs of her hands and grew as she got older, forming intricate patterns across her pale skin. Flowers appear eventually, representing those dear to her. The wide variety of blooms started on her shoulders and moved down. Roses, daisies, orchids and tulips, the rhyme or reason hasn't been found out yet. What she does know is that her garden connects her to her people, and vice versa. When somebody hurts them in her presence, they'll find themselves coughing up rose petals as their hearts are strangled by thorns.

The Dog, at first glance, doesn't seem to have any tattoos. Closer inspection will reveal razor thin lines of red throughout his body. They move so seldom that many don't believe that they do, a silent testament to his self-control. When he does finally let loose, the rage inside of him is revealed. The last thing the targets of his ire see is his body splitting apart, revealing the blazing inferno within him.

#writing #creative writing #friends #tattoos #magic

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