#or silly geese i guess

[bonbelles]

˗ˏˋ tending to an injury ˎˊ˗

prompt: genshin characters tending to an injury of yours

content: gn!reader, mentions of blood/injury

characters included: diluc, childe/tartaglia, thoma, kaveh

gives you a little scolding for putting yourself in harm's way.

even if it was just an aggressive samachurl who happened to catch you just outside of mondstadt.

but once you remind him of his darknight duties, he accepts your point.

he's a perfectionist; the plaster needs to wrap over the whole cut, the bandages need to cover every single gash.

he will also tell you instructions for how to tend to your wounds:

"you need to redress your bandages every day, and wash your leg before you do so. i have rubbing alcohol if you need it, but these shouldn't get infected. now, when you redress-"

"diluc, i know how to bandage a leg."

"i'm just making sure."

the next time you go out anywhere, he will be watching from the shadows - making sure this kind of thing never happens again.

he had accidentally caught your arm with an arrow while training, and at first was unaware of the severity of your injury.

but after a minute or two of standing there, collecting the blood in your hands, he realised it was serious.

running to get medical equipment quickly, you heard him tell a group of fatui skirmishers to move out of his way, which made you laugh.

out of pity, he tried to speedrun cleaning and wrapping your arm, so that it was protected as quickly as possible to make up for his prior negligence.

"slow down, childe, you don't need to-"

"no, i laughed at you when you were in pain. i need to make up for lost time."

"surely making up for lost time will just mean you do a sloppy job?"

"...you have a point."

he then took his time and even made you tea afterwards. he felt guilty for a long time, which you frequently took advantage of.

ah, my favourite fixer

thoma is very caring, and tries to make sure he's hurting you as little as possible.

it was silly, really, you fell and cut your wrists on the concrete.

while you expected him to laugh at your idiocy, you were surprised to hear him say "come in, let me get some cloths" instead.

five star yelp review for thoma: he treated you like teyvat's most important person.

"do you have any other issues? headache, perhaps? what caused you to fall?"

"i just slipped on the steps, i don't have a headache, although my knee is throbbing a bit."

he immediately tends to your knee.

he makes you food, lets you stay with him until he knows the wounds aren't infected.

i love him

i just know this man would call you a silly goose.

but would then be like "oh shit, this is serious"

alhaitham talks him through what to do, and he does it.

you had set up camp just outside of sumeru city, and burned yourself accidentally when cooking. instinctively, you ran to kaveh and alhaitham's assuming they would have some cream for light burns.

alas they did not.

so here kaveh was, trying to make some form of home remedy, with alhaitham reading the instructions off to him.

"wait, three padisarahs? are you sure?"

"the book says three, kaveh."

"really, guys-" you try to interject. "it's not that serious. i can just go to-"

"no, you stay here and i will fix it," kaveh replied, adding three padisarahs to the mixture.

kaveh would make the cream, apply the cream, watch the burn for hours fearing it was not what it seemed, then when it surprisingly worked he would feel some form of relief.

"you are staying here. no more camping, you hear me?"

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #alhaitham #diluc #childe #kaveh #you get two today you silly gooses #or silly geese i guess #you're welcome

[the-same-three-ojiros]

#and for the final year of ojiro i once again fail to deliver an april fools joke😔...... #i guess im just not sillay enough. happy april fools to all the silly gooses reading this #ojiro mashirao #my hero academia #ojiro #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #mashirao ojiro #4/1/23 #whoops. silly geese

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Googles

Debut: Webkinz

What a cute silly plush duck! Right? WRONG! Goose? INCORRECT! This is no duck. This is no goose. This is no animal we have in our world. This is a Googles, and you have never seen anything like it!

Webkinz, as you likely know, is one of those 2000s Virtual Pet Worlds, with the gimmick of buying a real plush animal that would allow you to play with that animal in the game. And I mean animal! For the most part these are all actual animals, or at least variants of them, like a dog with a watermelon color scheme, or a lion with a flower petal mane. There are also some mythical creatures like dragons, which, yeah, it makes sense. Of course kids would want to have one of those as a virtual pet!

Then there are the Zingoz, original little monster guys who get whacked with bats by bigger monster guys. I guess they're a little weird considering the setting, but "shape with face and limbs" is not on its own Weird. I have no feelings on Zingoz.

It is Googles that fascinates me so much! All of these real animals, some fantasy creatures, a few minor goofy monsters, and yet, there is Googles. They have ducks and geese in the game. This is not one of them. It is the mundanity of Googles that fascinates me so! Of all the things to be an original trademark species, they decided on a Kind Of Different Duck, and I delight in that.

But there IS a reason for Googles! A point of origin! It would have been FUNNIER if there wasn't, but it's ok. It still is nice and makes me smile.

In the 1980s, GANZ, the company that would go on to make Webkinz, released a series of funny little flat plushes, including this ducky one! And that name on the tag... that's Googles! From what I can tell, this whole series was known as Googles, and included other species, like dogs and walruses, but these duck-billed bowling pins were the most popular.

So for Webkinz, they decided to revive one of their old, beloved plush creatures, bringing Googles to new generations while not telling them about its origins, making this silly fowl a strange, mundane mystery! And THAT is all you need to know about the taxonomy of Googles.

At least, that's what I thought until I found out about this official animated music video for babies, that repeatedly refers to an individual Googles as a PLATYPUS. Platypus?! Where's the TAIL? That's one of the most important features to represent! Their bills certainly are broad, but I assumed it was just a stylization thing. And if platypus, where are their forelegs?

I do not accept this answer. I do not think I will ever find a satisfactory conclusion. I admit defeat, Webkinz Animated Music Video From 2010. You have bested me.

#googles #webkinz #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako #Youtube

[millerscoffee]

the soft animal of your body

812 drabble | joel miller x reader

rating: G

warnings: fluff!, established relationship.  no use of y/n.

summary: you were working on a hobby, but got distracted by joel's cheeks.

A/N: inspired by this post he truly is pookie. look at those cheeks! inspired by "wild geese" by mary oliver, too. joely baby let the soft animal of ur body love what it loves, luv x. i vaguely proofread this, soz.

"You're lookin' at me," Joel's eyes were closed on when he laid down on the couch to 'rest his eyes' while you sat on the floor beside him. You were supposed to be working on a new hobby, cross stitching. However, you ended up gazing up at your partner more than anything else.

"I can't help it," a grin in your voice, you sat up on your knees to lean over and press your lips to the soft rebound of his cheeks. "You just keepin' these all to yourself, I want to bite them."

You made Joel laugh. A sound that felt like air-bound gold every time it happened, and it was a catalyst that made his eyes open to search for your own. "I'm just keepin' these to myself?" He asked as if he didn't hear you correctly, but you knew he did. He always repeated things back to you when it was something he found sweet or silly, or innately you. His fingers fan through your hair before thumbing over your chin. "Alright, go on then."

It took a long time, a lot of therapy, for him to open up to you like this. To be allow himself to be mushy, and furthermore allow himself to experience love. Your love. You had so much to give to him.

And you didn't waste a moment when he gave you the green light. Your arms crossed over one of his shoulders, using it to lean on as you brushed and pecked the suppleness of his skin. The stubble that adorned his cheeks down to the grey at his jaw. Peppered kisses on the skin around the wrinkle of his eye.

"You havin' fun?" Joel asked playfully, the eye that was being kissed shutting.

"I am, actually. I could make a living doing this."

"Kinda do. I just agreed on my cheeks, said nothin' bout my eyes."

"Too bad," you giggled, nose tipping against his temple, the scent of his shampoo relaxed your shoulders. And it seemed to do the same to him, relaxed even more into the couch when he nestled his head into the armrest.

"Baby, just c'mere." He beckoned you, opening his arm out for you to take it. You used it then, climbing on top of Joel to stretch out on top of him. You felt so loved, special that you got to witness his softness. His fingers found the hem of your shirt and swirled light patterns from the guitar-induced calloused tips. It tickled, but you weren't willing to stop him. You needed to feel him as much as he needed to feel you. Two tactile individuals at the end of the day.

So you laid on top of him, the softness of your lips skimmed against the taut skin of his neck. The freckles that resided there. There were countless days and nights you spent pressing your lips to those spots. To count them mentally.

"You keep kissin' everywhere but my cheeks, darlin'."

"Maybe if you were less kissable I wouldn't have this problem. You see my dilemma."

That earned an exhale through his nose, filtered through his moustache. "Yeah, I reckon," honey drawled through the syllables, "I guess I should consider myself lucky. Got so much restraint."

"Now you're gettin' it," you hummed, teeth nipping at the base of his earlobe.

"Easy."

"Or what?" Your threat was quickly replaced with sweet kisses to his cheek again. Not really ready to break up the tenderness of the moment. "Nice cheeks," you replaced your words with praises before he could get to you.

"Grew 'em myself." His arms wrapped around your waist to hold you in place, to keep you close. To give every indication that he wanted this too, in the ways he knew how.

"You want anything?" Joel asked, pulling away to get a good look at you with his eyes that had vision all too blurry to be this close to you. Part of you wondered if it was because he didn't know what to do next. Never one with words, quality time had the tendency to make him anxious. Like he had all this nervous energy that disallowed himself to just be. To just exist in the present moment on the couch with a sewing tomato abandoned on the floor.

You would always come back to him no matter what you were doing.

You sat up just enough on your forearms to push his hair back as if to say, you're doing so good. As if to shout, you are letting the softness of your body do what it wants and I'm so proud of you. As if to cry, you do not need to do or be anything for me to love you. You are enough as is. And nothing, absolutely nothing could ever be better than this.

"Just this, Joel. Just you."

taglist: @cool-iguana

#joel miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f! reader #joel miller x m!reader #joel miller x afab!reader #joel miller x amab!reader #tlou fic #tlou fluff #joel miller x gn reader

[rockingrobin69]

Wonder Full (act 2)

One Monday Teddy asked, “Uncle Harry, why are your flowers always sad?” pointing to the newspaper under his nose. The pen was still in Harry’s hand, half-chewed.

“I,” he said, stopped. Squinted at the sketching, didn’t really see it. “Are they? Sad?”

“Yeah! Look at this one,” sticky-peanut-butter-finger wiggled very close to his face. “It’s all frowning and all.”

Did look at the lily in question, couldn’t really see where a face would be for it to frown. An eyebrow, maybe, in that line over there, or—“Oh,” when it hit him. The sagginess to the corners. “Yeah, I guess it is a bit sad.”

“They always are,” with a truly Hermione level of self-assuredness. “Is it because of, you know, the Terrible and Devastating Loss You’ve’ad Suffered and… everything Mrs. Crouch always goes on about?”

Choked on a startled laugh, buried his face in his palm. “Sorry! No, it’s not—sorry. Jesus, Ted, you surprised me there, is all.”

Thankfully, mercifully, Teddy laughed too. A bit like Malfoy’s laugh, loud and unselfconscious, a little wild. “Sorry, Uncle Harry! I didn’t mean to,” words lost in another burst of laughter. Harry’s chest went tight and over-warm, something fizzy and bright bubbling inside.

“Look at us,” he said in this thick voice he barely even recognised, “all sorry and silly like that.”

“So silly!” Ted shouted, delighted. “Gran would say we’re being so silly!”

“And what would Uncle Draco say?” with only a touch of self-loathing. Teddy’s smile went big, and he came closer, conspiratorial.

“He would say we’re being absolute gooses about it.”  

“Geese. He’d say we’re being silly geese?”

“Absolute geeses!” shouting, “that we’re—we’re—honking!”

They both roared with it, arm flailing, belly-aching laughter, shouting things like “honk!” and “goose!” and “stop, Ted, oh, god, stop,” flat on the table and laughing. Harry was constantly wiping his eyes, shaking his head, overwhelmed with how tight his chest was, with how much he loved this silly little goose of a kid, who used to be quiet, who still sometimes was. Who was scratched in the same ways Harry had been, and then in different ways altogether. For whom Harry was an adult, was a fixture in a life that wasn’t entirely stable, that was, still, full of warmth and bursts of laughter.

“Hey,” he tapped Teddy’s shoulder, “when he comes in here, what do you think your Uncle Draco’s going to say?”

Ted tried for a serious face, quivering around the edges. “He’ll say, ‘what on earth is happening here!’ and then,” giggling too hard to continue.

“Then?” Harry attempted valiantly, covering his own uncontrollable chuckle under his hand, “then he’ll—laugh?”

“Honk!” Teddy screamed, and they both lost it, both utterly and helplessly entranced, both, probably, a little bit in love with the image they each conjured of a bemused, sparkly-eyed Malfoy coming in with his arms crossed, with his slanted smile, with his frizzy hair and the piercings all shining in the kitchen’s florescent light. With the questions already on his face and his willingness to partake in any kind of idiocy, of silliness, with how he’d probably only make it worse.

“Honk,” Harry agreed, used his sleeve to wipe some snot, “oh god, Teddy, you’re—” no words to describe it. On the floor, Teddy had begun what he named his ‘loose goose dance’, which involved mainly elbows and the occasional shriek, and Harry lost it, entirely, perpetually, lost it.

“Teddy!” screaming and joining, flinging his elbows in every direction, belly simmering with it, with how—how silly and light and terrific it all was, everything was, in existence: that he had his godson and his kitchen and his Malfoy and his, this, this terrible, sticky, peanut-butter-moment, this lunacy.

A noise from the doorway—and there he was, their Malfoy, arms crossed and his face torn between amusement and surprise. “Hello there, Teddington, Harry. What—what on earth is—”

They both cracked with it, sobbing, melting down to the floor: “What,” Teddy, and “on earth,” Harry, lost, both of them lost to it, lost. In the distance, Malfoy was shouting (“what? What? You have to tell me, what?”) and they were all losing their minds, all already have lost.

“Honk!” Teddy yelled, and Harry did too, “Honk, honk,” and Malfoy’s pretty mouth tilted, and his eyes crinkled, and he said, “Honk?”

They couldn’t stop laughing for hours. Could have been days. Obviously, miraculously, it didn’t take long before Malfoy was laughing with them. When it came to being a goose, it was hard to determine who wore it more naturally, but they all fit, they did, together, together.

This is technically the first part of Wonder Full act 2, and is mostly presented as a gift (to you all and to myself).

#drarry fic #teddy is the star goose #and everyone is silly #800-ish words

[startanewdream]

This post about ducks made me so happy that I wanted to write a Hinny missing moment.

The sound of Ginny's giggle broke the silence; Harry, whose eyelids had started to feel very heavy under her soft caress on his hair, popped an eye open. Ginny was shaking her head, already dismissing what had made amused her, and Harry wished he wouldn’t; her eyes lit when Ginny was laughing, and that was a sight he favoured a lot.

“What?”

She looked down, already laying her back against the tree. “Oh, I awoke you up, sorry. Go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t,” he assured her; Ginny threw him a disbelieving look. “I am not anymore anyway—what was it?”

“It’s silly,” she warned him. Harry waited. “But—ducks.”

“Ducks,” he repeated slowly. Then he checked the books she was studying. “Have you Confounded yourself—”

“Not this time.” She chuckled, then pointed ahead with her quill. “Ducks in the lake.”

Harry turned his head; sure enough, there were four ducks at the corner of the lake nearest to them, and more were coming. As he watched, a piece of bread was perfectly aimed to fall in the lake—the ducks converged on it, and Ginny’s giggle sounded again.

“Ducks are so cute!”

Harry smiled, raising to sit by Ginny’s side against the trunk of the oak tree. “I think those are… garganey.”

“Garganey,” she repeated. Then she swished her quill like a wand. “Garganey! It sounds like a spell.”

He laughed. “I think they are just ordinary birds.”

“Shhhh. Harley will think you don’t like him.”

“Harley?”

She pointed to the duck closest to them, almost at the edge of the lake. “That’s Harley. He was the first to show up. The others followed him.”

“I guess this had nothing to do with the crumbs you threw.”

“See? I’m thinking you really don’t like Harley, Harry.”

Harry looked at the duck; the duck tilted its head but didn’t seem to give him much attention. “Sorry, Harley,” he said anyway. Ginny grinned at him. “I hope you can forgive me before the autumn.”

“Here, some bread to help,” she suggested. Then, after Harry threw the crumbs far away, Ginny asked: “Why autumn?”

“Oh, garganeys are migratory birds, they only come here for spring, come autumn they will be gone.” Under her gaze, Harry shrugged. “I studied them in school, before Hogwarts. I remember because back then I wish could be a migratory bird so I could leave my uncle and aunt’s house.” He considered it for a moment. “In a way, I’m only there for the summer, so maybe my wish was granted.”

Ginny pressed her lips for a moment; there was a frown on her forehead that told him she was upset, but before he could do anything, she just smiled bravely at him. “You won’t need to go there much longer.”

“Yeah.” He thought about the summer, but more than any worry about the Dursley, Harry could just see happy sunlit days ahead. “If you like birds, I know there are plenty of them in some parks in London. More, even. Swans, geese, mallards, pelicans.”

“Have you gone there?”

“Just once, on a school trip.” He remembered that day: in their visit to the park, Dudley had got some coins from his parents and had bought an ice cream; Harry had watched it melting away with undisguised envy.

“Hey,” Ginny called him softly. For a moment, Harry feared the misery that memory had brought him had shown on his face, but there was only tenderness in her face as she moved closer—and then all negative thoughts were repelled as her lips touched his. He pulled her closer; Ginny sat on his lap, her hands buried in his hair—a touch that wasn’t making him sleepy at all.

He could stay there and kiss her forever, but then a loud weird sound made them laugh, breaking apart.

“Oh, Harley,” she said, shaking her head, and moving to grab the pieces of bread left; the garganey was singing still. Harry didn’t think the sound was pleasant, but Ginny looked fondly at the duck. “There, it’s all I have.”

“You know, I think that was a mating call. Harley is in love with you.”

“Oh.” Her eyes lit with amusement. “So I guess you have some competition.”

For a moment Harry thought about commenting on how popular she was, but he decided that adding names to her suitor’s list was against his best interests.

“Well, you don’t have to feed me—” She looked down at the remains of their picnic by the lake. Harry laughed. “Hum—I don’t plan on leaving you when autumn comes.”

She held his hand. “That’s a big advantage—and you will take me to parks in London.”

Harry pictured himself walking hand-in-hand with Ginny, sharing ice cream with her. Feeling the taste of chocolate on her cool lips, the perfect kiss on a hot summer day.

“I will,” he agreed, laying down on her lap again to watch the ducks swimming away.

#Hinny #HBP Missing Moment #we just pretend they had a nice happy summer afterwards

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

Thinking about Ducktales again. More theoratical analyzing. More ranting. More precisely about Ducktales humanity. (Less a biological take, more societal and historical)

I don't remember if there were any monkey or ape characters, but nevertheless evolution in the Ducktales world decided that, nope I don't like apes, it's gonna be primarily birds, ducks specifically who turn human

But it's not only birds, there also mammals, both carnivores (I think more of those?) and herbivores, yet again, birds are still the majority.

So whatever it was that caused the evolution, my take is that it's more birds simply cause "birds" were just already far more wide-spread around the globe due to their natural flying abilities pre evolution. And Ducks, cause, Idk, ducks are everywhere.

Anyways, the "animals" were probably evenly hit by evolution in general, but a lot of other species (lions, tigers, subspecies like pandas) in the wild were bound by territory. Ergo, due to more birds existing all over the globe, more humans in the modern age ended up being part of bird species cause they were more wide-spread in the beginning due to pre-evolution times. Also certain areas having more dangers (stone age, bronce age, I'm not sure how the early ages are called) for humans then others being a reason why some species exist more than others. (Again, human lions or tigers might have not been able to build bigger civilizations in early history due to having animal lions or tigers as dangers) (I know lions and tigers do not live in the same are btw, even if it might sound like that)

Now... Birds are basically the top of society in the Ducktales universe. They are more. They are everywhere. They are much more dominant. And I have thoughts about discrimination and the irony of birds that are "prey" being the majority of Ducktales humanity, but I should not only make a separate post for this, but also really sort my words so this doesn't end up sounding to weird.

Going back to the society: It somehow happened that human animals and animal animals live together. And in a way mostly similar to us. Pets exist. Feeding ducks with bred crumbs is a thing (that scene is why I'm writing this post). And people eat cheese, milk, eggs and meat.

Now, I don't know which is weirder. A human dog having another animal dog as a pet (hello Goofy) or a chicken eating chicken soup? (Huey wanted to give Scrooge chicken soup while Gyro was sitting on his computer and he didn't react. I guess cocked/baked duck/geese/turkey is also being eaten) Does it not count as cannibalism if it's not a conscious human, or do chickens just not eat chicken, pigs no ham and so on?

I am very much aware that this is just a disney show, targeted to kids mostly, and that those characters are all animals because they've always been animals. But I'm going between things like Zoomania and Beastars where the whole humanised animals topic is actually being discussed and also used to cover racsim as a topic, to things like Sing and Kung Fu panda where everyone just simply is an animal cause it's animation marketed to kids. Then we have Ducktales. And well, Bigotry, discrimination and racism isn't the topic of this show, obviously. It's about adventures and familiar relationships and drama. WHICH IS GREAT. No question. But then you have Penumbra being weirded out at conscious ducks feeding non-conscious ducks, and the whole 4th wall break episode in season 3 showing us that at least some people were very much aware of the undiscussed implications a show with only animal people has. Even if it's supposed to be a silly kids show.

Feel free to comment under this and reblog, cause I would really wanna know what others people thoughts about this are and maybe discuss it a little bit.

#disney ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #analyzes #More or less at least #tv shows #tv show analysis #I might also do one of my rantings about the biological aspect of different species becoming human #But that was also probably been done like a hundred times

[ask-thing-i-impulse-made]

alright listen, this is totally cheating, but I’m going to ask myself.

Oliver and Adam. They’re here now.

this is an AU, which means I don’t have to adhere 100% to canon. Therefore, I can say My Strange Roommate is here too.

You (the person reading this, not me) can’t do anything about it!

🐍: you read it up there first you silly geese! This is just going to be like their intro I guess.

❕ is Oliver, the human silly

❓is Adam, the skinsuit silly.

some au stuff: In this au void 5 is an infinite apartment building with twisting hallways that split and fork and go over each other, and a map of void 5 would look like spaghetti drawn by a toddler holding 7 pens. Void 5 is the residential void, and basically everyone lives there.

here’s a map of the hallway that this ask blog revolves around:

So yeah they’re here now, and I’m very eepy

#Oliver and Adam are now added! #Via cheating. #twomp #twomp autism au ask blohg

[dream-thief-forever-amen]

The thing I like best about Word of Honor is all the little couple fights. When they have their over dramatic moments and swear they are walking different paths of just crush each other with words and silence. And not five minutes later they are tiptoeing back into each other’s business. You ain’t still MAD is you can I offer you some fan flirting or eye contact or magical back massage or whatever see there there now we are right as rain… kisses and finger hearts and shit I love them

I also like all the magical martial arts musicians? I’m not sure what that’s about but it’s super fun. Especially when they’re wearing tons of chunky boho jewelry and fabulous eyeliner. Pluck those strings, bitch, play!

Also also the ghosts - I mean I don’t get it - they’re dead but also running around bleeding and hugging and face swapping. And how much overlap is there between the lesbian scorpions and the ghosts are they one and the same is this just a sect I’m so confused but they’re all extra sulky and spiteful so they are my favs and I get upset when one of them perishes - even though they’re already ghosts so… re-perish?

I love it. Please don’t explain a thing to me I honestly am having more fun just going with the flow. Oh, this is happening? Cool, cool.

My boys just drinking nonstop, lounging on rooftops, gently flying through the air. I want a bird to fly past them… like a big V of noisy geese who are like honk honky you silly boys put your backs into it you’re holding up the line here we are moving and you two are just leisurely gliding around like butterflies.

Also that kid had jewelry in his gut this whole time and just sliced himself right up without any warning and I was like HOLY shit little bang boy you are a tough cookie after all. Holding up that black bloody chunk and the dude is like gross let me sanitize this thing first while the little bang boy is like wait you got alcohol over there cause I am in need sir

And I may never recover from the love struck rich dufus telling everyone he spent the night with his crush to protect her secret but also the audacity that cute little minx I wanna squeeze his cheeks and smack his behind and pat him on the head cause he’s got great taste in women that’s for sure - little plucky girl is a true beauty

But not as beautiful and mysterious as evil braid boy and his flawless eyeliner and moonshine facial highlights boy those cheekbones be glowing! I don’t even remember who he is - I assume he wants the blue glass bangle too for the armory or whatever or does he want something else? Baddie I hope you get it all honey you deserve it… that sort of devotion to a goth aesthetic deserves the world - the whole world - where is your soul mate? I feel like he’d be well suited to travel the world with a talking black cat or something…

Sigh.

I don’t get the whole nails in the chest thing either but I like a pitiful man and I love the flirty king who’s determined to save him and I can’t wait to figure out how they’ll get out of this or both die and be reincarnated as geese or whatever is gonna happen down the line it’s too campy to completely break my heart I think so I have faith they’ll pull through and find ways to stay drunk for all eternity together. And forget about the nails what about your livers??? Guess that magic flute cures hangovers too

#word of honor #random thoughts #I don’t even remember what episode I’m on #14? #never end!

[bwobgames]

Previous First

"Let's hide until the morning, destroy the clock, and then run away. It's the safest I can think of"

"A sensible decision, but didn't you say that we might not have the time to get everyone?"

"... We are gonna have to try"

"And, uh, call the police? Maybe?"

"Don't they come included with the bomb squad?"

"Oh, right"

"Although, what will happen then? Will they arrest the house? Us? Coli already has gotten out of jail without problems... this is an issue.

Agh, one problem at a time!"

"I'll message Vivi"

"Wait! Technology!"

"Ángel you're right!"

".... I am, yes"

"Aside from us three, the rest are all family! So they have eachothers numbers! We can just tell them to post about a bomb in the bar on the family groupchat or something like that"

"Yeah! I certainly was hinting towards that, no doubt"

"Tell Vivi to go to the main room. Did she answer?"

"Yep, take a look"

"... Does. Does she only communicate through images of cats?"

"Sometimes the cats have text over them. Other times, she writes a 10 paragraph message in one go.

Really, it depends on the situation"

"Is this a cat pictures situation??"

"This is not her first bomb threat. Look, she even has a kitty deactivating a bomb image"

"... Descriptive.

Anyways, let's get there"

They get inside the house and walk towards the main room

"So, how are we supposed to find anyone?"

"Well, Marigold is usually somewhere in the main room, but that's not assured. I think we'll just have to search all the rooms here until-"

"Ah, nevermind"

Simon and Owen appear from the room to the Lounge #2

"Private Detective Beebo and Detective Assistant Ángel here, we are gonna need you two to come with us"

"Oh wait, is this the wallet where I have the picture of Mozilla Firefox or the one with the shiny pokemon card. Guess it's too late now"

The teens are surprised

"We didn't do anything! And if we did it was an accident or in good intention!"

"The supermarket had a terrible cart organization. We didn't know they weren't allowed for racing!"

"It's not considered trespassing if the owner of the property wasn't watching and we didn't know!"

"We are minors! Legally we have the right to make a lemonade stand! It was just an alternative recipe!"

"It was the farmers' fault to have such an easily hackable door to his goose enclosure!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, it's nothing about - wait, you let out the 30 to 40 geese??"

"What Beebo here means is that this is not about your possible crimes. This place has received a confirmed bomb threat, and we are here to take you to a safe zone while we deal with it"

"Oh wow, Ángel is learning the ways of the detective"

"There's a bomb? Why"

"Uh. Probably for harm"

"That's so lame. I would rather have a cool bomb"

"... You need to be studied, little creature. Anyways, follow us"

They walk in formation

"By the way, Boss, why the main room?"

"Well, you said it. It's a relatively safe zone.

It's close to an exit and far away from the point of explosion. I fear that it might cause a house fire or that it could trigger the other bombs.

But we can't ask everyone to just stay outside in this cold, so, main room it is"

"Also, don't call me boss"

"You're so smart, sir"

"... Stick to boss

Sir is for, um, after job activities"

Ángel looks happily surprised

They reach the main room, Marigold is there

Vivi appears from the storage room and gives a wave

Then a middle finger

Ángel answers with another middle finger

Vivi makes a silly pose with double peace signs

"Um, Miss Marigold? I'm private detective Beebo and we have worrying information about this building"

"... So, it really has asbestos everywhere?"

"What? No"

"Wait, really?"

"Is it not?"

"No, no. Um, it's actually about..."

"How to say this without causing her to panic"

"There's a bomb at the bar"

"WHAT?"

"Yeah, we don't know when it's going off, so you guys should stay here"

Marigold goes pale

"Ángel that is very much what the detective handbook says Not to do"

"Sorry, my copy was pirated"

"Wh- Why?! Was it here before?! Where's everyone else?! Did someone put it!? How do you know?! I am calling the police. Where are Nadia and Nina?!?!"

"Um, uh, well, um, please calm down! We have this under control!"

"How?!"

"Excuse me, I need a quick word with my boss here"

She frantically calls the police

It might be a problem

"Wouldn't it be easier on everyone if we make them remember? I still have Vivi's book"

"... I don't know.

They are fine now, I mean, this is just a shitty night with a big scare.

With the memories... welll

This becomes the most terrifying night of their life

Bejng eaten by a house, being killed.

Knowing you might get killed again"

"Yes, but that knowledge will make them more prepared to face Coli in case he comes here and does something"

"We can just lie, though! just uhh something about terrorism?"

"In an abandoned hospital? With only 8 people?"

"I, I can figure something out!"

"I'm just saying it would be way easier if we were all on the same page"

"... But would it be the best for them?"

"Well, who are you to decide that?"

"A guy who has died 3 times"

"... That's fair.

Just do what you think is best"

#late beebo tonight because i was going through it #I hope the funnie isnt too out of place It was needed for the horrors #i managed to put those damn geese somewhere #detective beebo

[silliestsakura]

Hello, my silly geese! I've come with an announcement that may or may not affect my activity online for a little bit

Recently, both my parents have been having some issues and more often, they haven't been talking to each other really :/ Me and my sister have tried to get information in the least annoying way possible (I guess?) about what might be happening between them

If anything serious happens or it ends up with them splitting off (hopefully not), my actively online might shorten a bit obviously with having to deal with it all at once, so I wish that they sort things out and maybe don't break it off after I think 17 years of marriage?

Anyways, that's all I have to say for now, but if my activity here becomes more, then it's probably for comfort, but if I stay offline for a while, you can probably guess why :(

Have a good day guys :')

[tootempted]

Guys I’ve literally never made a post on here but I’m giving it a try 👍🏽🥲

I’m starting a silly little hayffie series about haymitch’s healing process (post mockingjay) and I’m planning to make more within this storyline. I hope you like it🙏🏽🙏🏽

Characters: haymitch, Mentions of Effie, Katniss, Peeta, Mentions of chaff

CW: depression, alcohol use/abuse (obviously), cursing (a lot)

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A Start.

6 months. Today marked exactly 6 months since the war truly ended, since Katniss and Haymitch went home, since he said good bye to Effie.

6 months since he was supposed to stop feeling like he was in so much danger.

On this particular morning, Haymitch heard about this “anniversary” after turning on the news and sitting in front of the T.V with a glass of early morning liquor. Great start to the day. As soon as he hears the news from some talk show host he’s unfamiliar with, he rolls his eyes and turns off the T.V. He barely ever bothers with the thing since all that ever seems to be on is something about the war or the games. How the hell was he supposed to somehow feel better if all he ever heard about was how terrible everything was? Deciding he would rather just be around his geese, he took a swig from his bottle and got up from his couch.

When he got outside, he grabbed the bag of goose food by the white wooden gate enclosing them, and scattered it around the ground. He watched as he leaned over the gate with a ghost of a smile on his face as the geese ate, and then looked up at him and honked, as if to say thank you. Haymitch appreciated his geese. In the rare instance when boredom would get to him, they provided him with something to do, something to put his time into.

Haymitch knew that very soon katniss or peeta would come walking over to his house telling him that they had to continue the book of people that died arbitrarily at the hands of the capitol. Recently, the kids had been pestering him on a near daily basis about what certain people were like for their book. How he felt about them, how they acted, how they died. Yet another blatant reminder of his darkest memories in life. On some days Haymitch didn’t mind it, when the memories of the people weren’t directly tied to some bit of trauma, but on a day like this, where he knew they were getting down to some of the more important people in his life, he wasn’t exactly jumping for joy to answer questions. However, he did know it was something that should be done, and if he could honer the people that he lost in anyway, maybe it would help with some of the unabated guilt he carried with him.

Just as expected, a few minutes later he heard katniss’s voice as she spotted him outside and started to walk up to him.

“Haymitch, me and Peeta have another person to ask you about for the book.” She said as he turned from the geese to look at her.

“I know.” He sighs. He can tell by her face that it’s not gonna be someone Haymitch will want to talk about. “Who is it? A family member? A classmate? Might as well just tell me now, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. He hadn’t called her that in a while. She notices he only calls her that when he’s in a certain pushy mood, like when he’s upset but doesn’t want to say that he is. Either that or he’s genuinely being sincere, but she could guess by his tone that sincerity was not the case right now.

“Haymitch, you know I’m not gonna tell you until you agree to come over and answer the questions. That way your responses are the most real. Please just come today, you know it should be done.”

Haymitch gives a heavy sigh and looks at Katniss with a face telling her that he knows she’s right. “yeah, fine.” He says.

Sitting down on the same chair he always does in their living room, he flips through everyone they already have written down for the book, past tributes of Haymitch’s, notable capitol rebels, The fallen tributes from the 74th games, and most recently, Wiress and Mags. He remembers them asking him a few questions about the two, and that’s when he knew they were getting down to some of the people closer to their hearts. Peeta and Katniss had obviously been trying to avoid the deaths that upset the three of them the most, but Haymitch knew eventually they were going to have to get to them soon.

He closed the book when Katniss came in the room. “Okay, are you ready to start?” She said with pen and paper in her hand

“As ready as I’m gonna be.” Haymitch answered.

Katniss nodded at him, but then hesitated to start talking. She glanced at Peeta in the corner of the room for reassurance and he met her with a comforting nod. Katniss cleared her throat before saying, “Haymitch, what do you remember about Chaff?”

Haymitch froze. He hadn’t thought about chaff in a while. When he died it was in the midst of so much chaos; Trying to get Katniss and Peeta out of the arena, the building revolution, preparing to get to 13; With everything that was happening Haymitch hadn’t even properly grieved the death of his best friend. Not that he has ever properly grieved before, he knows that he usually just carries the baggage with him wherever he goes.

“…Haymitch?”

Katniss was looking at him with concerned eyes and he realized that he still had to answer the question.

“Oh, um…” he cleared his throat, his emotions now trying to well up in his face, but he was not going to let them.

“Chaff was..He was the winner of the 45th games…he took to drinking, like me, and we talked to each other a lot.” Haymitch tried to avoid anything positive about him because he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his emotions back if he brought any of the things he missed the most about Chaff.

“Okay. Anything else? Anything about his personality?” Katniss asked. She knew how he was avoiding any personal information. It was hard for her to ask these types of questions, because she knew that it was easier to just try to push down the memories of everyone that died rather than go through all the motions of grief for every single person they lost. Still, she knew it was supposed to be healthy to grieve, and she knew they had to make the rest of this book.

Haymitch sighed. “Yeah, fine.” He breathed out. “I mean, I don’t know, he was funny, He was loud and extroverted but not obnoxious,” Haymitch started to forget that he was trying not to get emotional. “he was a damn genius and he always said and did whatever the hell he wanted without caring about what anyone else thought.” He said with a smirk and a scoff-y laugh. He paused for second. Katniss and Peeta listened with small smiles as he then continued.

“He was kind. To me, at least. Wasn’t too fond of many others, in fact. He cared a lot about me. He’d stay sober and make sure I wouldn’t drink too much whenever I had shit days. He humored my drunk thoughts. They’d become the kind’a jokes only we got… I’ll miss Chaff. “ Haymitch said, still smiling without even realizing how deep he got. He also didn’t realize until now the single tear that feel down his face.

“Damn it.” He said under his breath.

But he wasn’t truly upset about it. Surprisingly, it felt good to remember him, like he was still with him.

Katniss and peeta had the same small smiles on their face when she finished writing his last few words about Chaff. “Thanks, haymitch.”

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guys I’m sorry I didn’t get to hayffie or anything too eventful in this one but I promise this is gonna be a series and this is not the end🙏🏽🙏🏽 also it may be happy now but it may not stay that way-

#haymitch x effie #thg #the hunger games fanfiction #haymitch abernathy #fanfic #post mockingjay #guys is this good #how many tags is too many tags #thg fanfiction #okay i think thats enough tags

[dapandapod]

Retired Geraskier at Corvo Bianco, with Trans!Ciri x Cerys comes to visit; a sappy love story 🥰

Early spring always makes Jaskier’s smiles brighten. Geralt watches the sun stay for longer and his husbands energy return. Winter usually makes his bard docile, snuggly, it is almost like he hibernates. Which is funny, because whenever he cracks the joke about how Jaskier really is a bear, he gets bit. Among other things.

Birds are returning with the warmer winds, there are little buds breaking out on the branches on the trees surrounding Corvo Bianco. The mud is still everywhere and there is still frost in the early mornings, but the promise hangs in the air.

Any day, their very own little sparrow will come visit them. As soon as the Skellige seas allows them passage, Ciri and Cerys will join them for a few weeks, before they are to travel onwards. Geralt is… nervous.

They had sent a letter ahead when they arrived at port, promising to bring Jaskier one of the new fancy hats he has been talking about. His hair has streaks of grey now, at long last considering how old he actually is, and he is torn between hiding it or wearing it like a crown.

Time pass differently now when they are retired, but Geralt thinks it suits them. Ciri and Cerys finding each other had been no surprise, and their handfasting had been beautiful. Witchers not crying is absolute bullshit when not one but five Witchers stood by, bawling their eyes out with snotty noses.

Vesemir would have been proud.

Jaskier seems to notice the carriage first, pulling him along by the hand and down out into the courtyard.

It is drawn by a bay mare, tail held high from the ruckus made by the geese and peacocks running out of the way.

When the door to the carriage opens, Jaskier gasps and clasps his chest, leaning into Geralt. Which is good, because Geralt’s head is spinning and he desperately needs an anchor to reality.

Ciri has her hair let down, she jumps out quickly and turns to help Cerys - who has a baby bump.

Cerys climbs down easily enough, despite Ciri’s fussing.

When Ciri finally turns to look at her fathers, she holds a protective arm around Cerys back, chin sticking out stubbornly.

“Hello.” She says a little hesitant, as if assessing their reaction.

“Oh you silly child, come here!”

It’s like a dam broke, and Ciri falls forward into both of their arms, and Geralt finally finds it in himself to move, to wrap around his tiny family.

“It’s mine” Ciri whispers and Geralt laughs. Jaskier disentangles himself to greet Cerys, and coo over their grandchild. Well, as much as he is allowed. Cerys never needed Ciri’s protection, she got teeth and claws of her own.

Geralt holds Ciri tightly, breathing her in.

“I didn’t dare believe we could.” She whispers. “Being who I am, I mean. We tried for so long.”

Oh yeah, here comes the waterworks. Geralt feels himself tearing up, and he laugh sobs into her shoulder.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, cub.”

“Geralt, you old sap, you are going to make me cry too!” Jaskier complains, but he is smiling too.

When finally they let go, and while wiping his tears, Geralt approaches Cerys. She is a woman grown now, wearing her own battle scars and laugh lines. Cerys of Skellige, his daughter in law.

The bump is not very big yet, but clearly there. She allows him too a hug, a short, tight one. She never was a hugger, but she keeps her arm around Geralt’s back.

“We only realized on the boat ride over. I have never been sea sick a day in my life, but I guess I finally know what it’s like.” She says with that crooked smile of hers.

They make small talk as they step inside. There are a thousand questions he wants to ask, but most of all, he wants to be there.

“Will you manage a boat ride back to Skellige before the baby is due?” Jaskier asks finally, after they have withdrawn to the patio to bask in the setting evening sun.

Ciri grimaces, and Cerys frowns.

“Oh dear, I seem to have breached a sensitive topic. Forgive me.” Jaskier amends quickly.

Both women look at each other, taking hold of each others hands.

“We have haven’t decided on anything yet. It depends on how it progresses from here, I suppose.” Ciri says, squeezing Cery’s hand, who smiles back at her.

“Our new Major Domo still lives in the village. We have a house free, if you wish for your own place to stay. You know you are both welcome here for as long as you wish.” Geralt says carefully, and Jaskier beams at him. The laugh lines in the corner of his eyes make Geralt infinitely fond.

“We will…. Talk about it.” Cerys says, surprising them all, resting a hand over her round stomach. Their child. Geralt’s…. grand child. “We will see what the future brings.”

Retirement is not what Geralt expected. A husband something right out of his dreams. A child? A grandchild? Had it been one of Jaskier’s songs, Geralt would call him a romantic fool.

But here he is, at Corvo Bianco with his bard, his daughter with her child in her arms.

#the witcher #geraskier #trans!ciri #ciri x cerys #geralt of rivia #jaskier #retired Geralt #silver fox Jaskier #tooth rotting fluff #fluffy #because I want #badass cerys #mixing medias like no tomorrow because I can #dapanda writes

[coyotevallie]

yuo should post more coyote pictures + facts, smiles

(: THANK YOU!!!! well guess what . im ognna do that RIGHT NOW .

COYOTE FACT!!!!! many coyotes do not like being seen by humans (: if they notice theyve been spotted by a human most will sneak off and try and hide in bushes . however due to coyotes being increasingly more urban animals they may grow more accustomed to humans watching from a distance, and during pupping season they will fully discard evasive behaviors to prioritize protectiveness

AND NOW COYOTE PICTURES!!!!!!!!!!!!

i like how prance-y their walks look sometimes hehehehe .... look at that silly goose on tha damn move!!!!!!!

coyote VIDEO???? holy shit how innovative. but yes this is one of my fav coyote videos ever its so enterataining to me i have outloud gasped whenever one of the coyotes steals the shoe away at the beginning . it transfixes me its so sillies

next up looookkk how pretty this ones coat is oh my god ....... and it camoflauges so well!!!! ouagh so pretty

FLUFFY!!!!! i thot it might be an eastern coyote specifically bc of the size of the body (theyre largely hybridized with wolves) but the picture was taken in southeast alberta which means its most likely a mountain coyote or a plains coyote i believe? (im incliiined to say mountain with close inspection but cant say for sure) gotta brush up on my coyote subspecies ):!!!! another beautiful beautiful coat ... wagh

some ouppies to finish us off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! look at those silly geese!!!! (if ur intrigued by my subspecies ramblings earlier these are most likely southeastern coyotes based on the range, tho again no way to be sure im no expert :3 im just judging by the general ranges of coyote subspecies and the place where the photos were taken, i.e memphis tennessee)

#coyote tag

[rockingrobin69]

Snippet

One Monday Teddy asked, “Uncle Harry, why are your flowers always sad?” pointing to the newspaper under his nose. The pen was still in Harry’s hand, half-chewed.

“I,” he said, stopped. Squinted at the sketching, didn’t really see it. “Are they? Sad?”

“Yeah! Look at this one,” sticky-peanut-butter-finger wiggled very close to his face. “It’s all frowning and all.”

Did look at the lily in question, couldn’t really see where a face would be for it to frown. An eyebrow, maybe, in that line over there, or—“Oh,” when it hit him. The sagginess to the corners. “Yeah, I guess it is a bit sad.”

“They always are,” with a truly Hermione-level of self-assuredness. “Is it because of the, you know, the Terrible and Devastating Loss You’ve’ad Suffered and… everything Mrs. McGuire always goes on about?”

Choked on a startled laugh, buried his face in his palm. “Sorry! No, it’s not—sorry. Jesus, Ted, you surprised me there, is all.”

Thankfully, mercifully, Teddy laughed too. A bit like Malfoy’s laugh, loud and unselfconscious, a little wild. “Sorry, Uncle Harry! I didn’t mean to,” words lost in another burst of laughter. Harry’s chest went tight and over-warm, something fizzy and bright bubbling inside.

“Look at us,” he said in this thick voice he barely even recognised, “all sorry and silly like that.”

“So silly!” Ted shouted, delighted. “Gran would say we’re being so silly!”

“And what would Uncle Draco say?” with only a touch of self-loathing. Teddy’s smile went big, and he came closer, conspiratorial.

“He would say we’re being absolute gooses about it.”  

“Geese,” smiling helplessly. “He’d say we’re being silly geese?”

“Absolute geeses!” shouting, “that we’re—we’re—honking!”

They both roared with it, arm flailing, belly-aching laughter, shouting things like “honk!” and “goose!” and “stop, Ted, oh, god, stop,” flat on the table and laughing. Harry was constantly wiping his eyes, shaking his head, overwhelmed with how tight his chest was, with how much he loved this silly little goose of a kid, who used to be quiet, who still sometimes was. Who was scratched in the same ways Harry had been, and then in different ways altogether. For whom Harry was an adult, was a fixture in a life that wasn’t entirely stable, that was, still, full of warmth and bursts of laughter.

“Hey,” he tapped Teddy’s shoulder, “when he comes in here, what do you think Uncle Draco’s going to say?”

Ted made a serious face, quivering at the edges. “He’ll say, ‘what on earth is happening here!’ and then,” giggling too hard to continue.

“Then?” Harry tried valiantly, covering his own uncontrollable giggles under his hand, “then he’ll—laugh?”

“Honk!” Teddy screamed, and they both lost it, both utterly and helplessly entranced, both, probably, a little bit in love with the image they each conjured of a bemused, sparkly-eyed Malfoy coming in with his arms crossed, with his slanted smile, with his frizzy hair and the piercings all shining in the kitchen’s florescent light. With the questions already on his face and his willingness to partake in any kind of idiocy, of silliness, with how he’d probably only make it worse.

“Honk,” Harry agreed, used his sleeve to wipe some snot, “oh god, Teddy, you’re—” no words to describe it. On the floor, Teddy had begun on what he named his ‘loose goose dance’, which involved mainly elbows and the occasional shriek, and Harry lost it, entirely, perpetually, lost it.

“Teddy!” screaming and joining, flinging his elbows in every direction, belly simmering with it, with how—how silly and light and terrific it all was, everything was, in existence: that he had his godson and his kitchen and his Malfoy and his, this, this terrible, sticky, peanut-butter-smelling moment, this lunacy.

A noise from the door—and there he was, their Malfoy, arms crossed and his face torn between amusement and surprise: “Hello there, Teddington, Harry. What—what on earth is—”

They both cracked with it, sobbing, melting down to the floor: “What,” Teddy, and “on earth,” Harry, lost, both of them lost to it, lost. In the distance, Malfoy was shouting (“what? What? You have to tell me, what?”) and they were all losing their minds, all already have lost.

(From act 2 of Wonder Full on which I'm, yes, still working, promise!)

#drarry fic #snip of a wip #I literally could not stop myself from sharing this. #it's been a tough week for whatever reason? silliness mostly? and this made me so happy #act 1 is actually my favourite thing i've written i think #teddy lupin #uncle harry being a good godfather #further proof i am addicted to silly geese

[wilcze-kudly]

Thank you @nova-leaf for this tag too 🥰

wow i get to talk about myself so much im nervous

•How many tumblr accounts have you had before this one?

This is gonna be my fith tumblr account lol. I lose track of them really easily because I'm a silly funky guy with so much wrong with me.

• How long have you been in fandom?

Oh like. Since I was 10? God I remember my firat forays into fandom culture on amino it was an experience good god. My first fandom was Tolkien. I've only recently gotten into the Avatar fandom though. Still not sure how that happened but I'm having fun 🥰

•Your favorite trope in fiction?

I adore found family, cause I'm basic lol. The power of friendship is also a cheesy beloved of mine.

•Your favorite random fact?

Tolkien had beef with the Beatles. Hayao Miyazaki hates the Beatles. Junji Ito loves the Beatles.

•Your favourite game or kind of game?

Skyrim is my favourite game. Open world RPGs are my escape. I love them so much I try not to play them too often or I'll never get up lol.

•A place you’d like to visit? (If carbon emissions, logistics and money weren’t in question)

Hm. This is a tough one. I like to travel and I want to go to many places. But if I had to pick one point off that list, it would pribably be mount Shasta. I'm just curious, I guess, with all the legends and disappearances and odd happenings around it. Like I just wanna see the place not even have anything supernatural happen. Just be there for a bit? Call it morbid curiosity. Also the area seems beautiful even of itself like even if the aliens don't get me i think it'd be a nice hike.

•An animal you’re irrationally afraid of?

Ants. I like most bugs. I like spiders. But ants? Ants give me straight up panic attacks? I don't know why. There's just something very terrifying aout them.

Also. Swans. But that's not an irrational fear. Geese and swans are in my opinion the true successors of dinosaurs. If you haven't been a girl scout cowering in a flimsy tent with your three other girl scout friends, in the middle of a thunderstorm, while a pair of feral swans is trying to peck their way into your tent you do not know true fear.

Their pecks hurt like a bitch too. Their beaks are serrated like a fucking saw.

•What’s your favourite season?

Autumn. In Poland we divide Autumn into two mini seasons. Golden Autumn, which is early autumn, when the freshly fallen leaves are all crispy and beautiful. And then we have Rainy Autumn, which is when it has rained and gotten much colder. I love both.

•A smell that brings you nice memories?

Tea. I started drinking tea when I was very young. My dad is an Englishman and the moment i stopped drinking breastmilk i was immediately given tea with milk.

I think I associate tea very strongly with my family and feeling loved by them. When I was younger, my parents would often wake up before me, so they would often make me tea and wake me up with it.

Making tea for someone is still a huge gesture of affection to me and there's nothing quite like the smell of a nice hot cup of tea.

(If you’re ok talking about food. If not, delete this part)

•What’s your favorite food from where you were born? And what’s your favorite food from some place else?

My favourite food from Poland, huh? I love a lot of Polish foods, but I if I had to pick something it'd probably be krówki [which translates to 'little cows']. They're fudgelike candies, similair to Scottish Tablets and White Rabbit Creamy Candy. They're delicious.

For food from a different country? @nova-leaf has put the idea of Shortbread into my head now so that's all ill be thinking about I have to see if I have the stuff to make some at home or I'll go insane.

•What’s your favorite drink (if you drink alcohol, alcoholic and non-alcoholic)?

Alcoholic: Salty Caramel flavoured Krupnik. It is very difficult to explain what a Krupnik is? Its kind of like a liqueur.

Non Alcoholic: Orange Juice. It used to be diet coke but my addiction got so bad i had to quit cold turkey lest I completely wreck my health.

•Do you give your pets random table scraps?

Not random table scraps, but if I have any extra of whatever I'm cooking, and if they can eat it, I'll sometimes give them some as a snack or as an incentive while training them.

Thanks for the tag honey!

Tagging: @linnorabeifong @thatoneguy56fanfic @novaae @thenamescaba

#tag game