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*kicks two dozen stair posts aside* hey who wants to hear me talk about today’s exploits in pokémon :-)
#aka I FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO USE THE VS SEEKER? WHERE WAS THIS ALL ALONG#also: where do you buy mulch again?#also: you CAN get multiple drifloons?? i just wandered into that area by coincidence without even thinking about what today was#peach plays pokémon platinum
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You Belong With Me
❥ Back to the Control Center
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Steve Harrington x reader
Summary: it's a Taylor Swift You Belong With Me songfic... i think that's pretty self explanatory
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: language (use of words like "slut" and "whore"), slight abusive relationship between steve and a made up character, slight cringe, angst, fluff, miscommunication, the standard grammar warning~
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You had known Steve "The Hair" Harrington all your life.
Before he was a single mother, the King of Hawkins High, and long before the various girlfriends over the years, there was you.
Back when he was just a nervous little boy in baggy button-down polo shirts and half-brushed bangs hanging down over his brows. Back when he was certain the world was a large, scary place he wasn't quite ready for. Back when his nervous twitchy hands would play with the hemlines of his shorts as he gathered the courage to speak. Back when he was a proud hopeless romantic years away from his first heartbreak, there was you, Y/N, his best friend.
You'd known him for as long as you could remember- in fact, longer than even that. You couldn't quite pinpoint when your friendship began. For all you knew, Steve simply appeared out of thin air one day and the rest was history.
But he knew.
He could vividly remember the day, no matter how many years had passed by, Steve would always remember the day he met you.
It was a sunny day on the kindergarten playground, and he was sitting all by himself on the swings, passing time as he kicked the mulch below his feet with his shoes. He was a shy kid and chose to let himself enjoy the quiet when he could.
That was back when his parents were around more often, carting him around to their business meetings and crowded dinner parties. Steve would learn to love the attention later in his life, but at a young age, the noise was terrifying and intimidating. Of course, his self-isolation was a bit lonely at times, but it was worth it. It's not like a child really knew what loneliness was at that age anyway.
His peace was disturbed when some kid from his class found him in his swing-set sanctuary and decided to drag him into their game of tag. He reluctantly joined the game and found it to be not as bad as he thought. He was a relatively fast and lean kid, which proved to be a huge advantage that allowed him to win the first few rounds.
Steve was being chased by the tagger for the eleventh or twelfth time, when everything went downhill. The lead he'd gained closed rapidly when his shoe clipped the edge of the wood beam separating the mulch area from the grass. He tripped, stumbling over and skidding across the rough, hot pieces of mulch.
The kid behind him didn't seem to care that his target had fallen and had begun to cry as his jeans slowly stained red, the kid only cared that this meant he could win. The boy ran up to little Steve, slapped the back of his shoulder, and was off again.
At the time, you were playing with a different group of friends over by the tree roots.
It was a strange sort of 'house' game where you 'slept' amongst the trees and went to forage for 'food' or 'magical ingredients' throughout the day. You were bent down, ripping up clumps of onion grass and little dandelion flowers to bring back home when you saw the boy fall. You didn't know who he was, just that he needed help. You dropped the various plants you had collected and ran over to help him.
By the time Steve had rolled over, off his now-skinned hands and knees, he found you hovering over him. He couldn't speak, he didn't know what to say or what to do, but he knew he was crying.
You wiped your dirty hands on your pants before you gently took his elbow, helping the boy up to his feet. You guided him inside, spoke to the teachers on his behalf, and walked him down to the nurse's office. You stayed by his side as the woman cleaned his cuts and let him squeeze your hand as she removed the splinters gained from the mulch scraps.
You didn't remember, but he would never forget how you helped him, stayed with him, and comforted him more as a stranger than those he was close to ever had.
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You didn't know for certain, but if you had to guess, you'd say your feelings began shifting somewhere around freshman year. That's when you found yourself praying that maybe he would choose you as the next try at love, not the girl who always waved with a soft giggle from across the hallway.
But he chose her, every single time.
It didn't matter who this mysterious 'her' was, because it was never you.
If only you knew, the only reason 'she' was even there to begin with, was because you always seemed just too unattainable in his eyes.
He only had 'her' because he was so certain he couldn't have you.
You were too good for him, you always had been. You were always the pretty princess he had imagined throughout childhood, far away in the kingdom living up in the castle. Meanwhile, he was only the stable boy or coachman who was lucky to get a glimpse of you.
If only you knew he'd felt that way for years. Years of him hoping you'd change the way you looked at him from friends to something more. Years that slowly began to grate on him, until eventually, he gave up altogether.
Maybe then, you wouldn't be finding yourself struggling through high school by his side, feeling every bit the opposite of the vision he saw for you.
In high school, he was the king and you were the lowly servant he somehow dragged up to his ranks. You waited, walking eternally by his side destined to be the second choice. The first choice always tended to be the girlfriend- what else would you expect from a boy who just wanted to find his love- who in turn would choose to go hang out with Tommy, Carol, and the rest of the Hawkins's High royalty.
You would then be left all alone in your room whenever the group went to hang out or go to parties. It wasn't that Steve didn't invite you, in fact, he never failed to extend an invitation to you, you just declined.
Tommy and Carol would make sly comments behind your back, and the girl Steve would date usually had some sort of issue with you as well, claiming you were trying to steal Steve away from her... it was easier, in the end, to just not go than to subject yourself to a night of torture that would inevitably end with Steve feeling responsible for your discomfort.
Things got a little better when Nancy came along.
She was far more secure in herself than Steve's other girlfriends over the years had been, meaning you were finally able to be around your best friend again without her screaming at you out of jealousy. Nancy was also able to break him away from the absolute assholes he didn't have the heart to separate himself from.
But then they broke up. Nancy quickly moved on to Jonathan Byers and Steve was left heartbroken once more.
However, you would've taken Nancy- who was currently on your blacklist for how she treated Steve at the end of their relationship- over Veronica in a heartbeat.
Veronica, was Steve's newest distraction from his leftover feelings for the Wheeler girl, and your worst nightmare.
He met her when he was working at Scoops, somehow out of everyone he flirted with over that stupid ice cream counter, she just had to be the one that the words stuck with.
Imagine the worst bitch you can, and then multiply that by a thousand. Multiple Heather Chandlers bundled up into one absolute demon of a person- that was Veronica Mayer.
Crimson Lipstick, tight shirts, and skin-tight pants. Long hair she whipped over her shoulder as she struts away. Mini skirts and sleek high heels. She could say or do whatever the hell she wished, she could violently insult others and not bat an eye, but god forbid you said anything mildly mean around her- suddenly she'd become a saint.
Steve had invited you to go see a movie one day, when she decided to tag along last minute. She said the most vile things about the girl working at the ticket stand. As soon as Steve left you two alone so he could use the bathroom, Veronica had leaned down, whispering into your ear as she called the girl an attention whore and a slut just because of her shirt, which scooped the smallest bit when she leaned over to grab the tickets.
All it took was you snapping back that it was "rich coming from you" for Veronica to bust out in tears. Streaks of mascara making their way down her cheeks. She threw herself into Steve's arms the moment he reappeared, claiming you were attacking and chastising her for how she looked.
Steve didn't really know what to do, he looked confused as his eyes connected with yours over Veronica's head. It was clear, in his expression at least, that he didn't really believe that you would've said anything like his girlfriend was describing unprovoked. But, rather than say anything, he chose to simply rub her back and console her instead.
She would do this over and over until you decided, just like with Tommy and Carol, it just wasn't worth it anymore.
You tried to explain to Steve that she wasn't good for him, you tried to get him to see it, but she was never her worst when he was watching... and the boy was forever an optimist. He remained wary of the issues he was told of, but she couldn't really be that bad... right?
Veronica was using that to her advantage, staying in his good graces while she pushed everyone else away from him. At one point, she even claimed that Robin was trying to "get with her" and that she didn't feel comfortable hanging out with the younger girl anymore because of "her obsession with her".
But, when Veronica had no one left to be snarky with when Steve was around, it was only natural for her to turn it on him.
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You were in your room reading a few chapters of a book Robin had recommended to you before bed, when you heard a quick tapping against your window.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you would've blamed it on the wind moving the branches of the large tree in your backyard to tap against the glass, but the noise was too consistent for that. You crept out of your sheets, cringing at the cool air, and made your way over to your window.
When pulling back your curtains, you were met with the somber expression of your best friend crouched on the outside windowsill. You quickly unlocked the window and pushed up the glass, letting him in.
As he clambered in and fell onto your plush carpet flooring, you were hit with a large sense of deja vu. Steve transformed into his twelve-year-old self before your eyes, sprawled out across the floor huffing and puffing about how that was much harder than he expected. You had mentioned he could've used the door back then, and were met with the very same statement all these years later.
He turned his head, face screwed up as if his choice were obvious and you were the crazy one, "That would've been too easy. This was more fun..." he trailed off, "And quieter."
You put your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow as you looked down at him, "Steve, we're not teenagers anymore, you can use the front door. I'm an adult, I don't think my parents would care-"
He shook his head quickly, "Absolutely not. Your Dad is terrifying, I'm not risking that."
You laughed softly, moving to sit on the end of your bed, stopping him the moment he moved to follow you, "Nope." you pushed him back, "Absolutely not, you have dirt all over you from climbing up that tree. You can stay on the floor."
The boy pouted, looking at you with wide puppy dog eyes, "Oh come on Y/N," he whined, "You used to let me."
You shook your head, standing your ground as you pointed to your bottom drawer, "No dirt in my bed. You can look in there, see if anything still fits if you want to sit on my bed that much."
His eyes widened in horror, "But- but those are from like five years ago."
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Soon he was sitting beside you in a pair of borderline too-tight sweatpants that ended right above his ankles and an old bright green Hawkins Middle School Swim Team T-shirt that might as well have been a crop top.
He slumped over almost immediately, collapsing into your side with his head resting against your shoulder in exhaustion.
You moved your hand up, messing with his soft brown hair, "What's wrong Steve."
He sighed heavily, closing his eyes at your touch, "You were right."
"I usually am." you smirked, "but humor me, what was it this time?"
"Veronica was a jerk."
You noticed he was talking in past tense... which could only mean...
"She broke up with me."
You quickly wrapped your arms around him, "Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry."
"Nah, it's fine." he replied almost immediately, "it was a long time coming. Honestly, I should've broken up with her a lot sooner."
You pulled back, looking him in the eyes and scanning over his face, "What happened?"
"To be honest" he laughed breathlessly, shaking his head, "I don't really know."
You both laughed briefly before he tried to explain further, "Like we were at this stupid party right? For some reason, I guess someone drunkenly suggested Karaoke was a good idea - and you remember Tammy? Tammy Thompson from high school?" he continued when you nodded, "Well, you remember how she was. So I mentioned - how we always did - that she sounded like a muppet... and for some reason that set her off. There was a whole argument that was mostly one-sided..." he trailed off, brows furrowed and staring at the ceiling as if it would tell him what happened.
Steve shook his head and shrugged, reconnecting his hand with your own, "Yeah, no, I have no clue." he brushed it off, "I probably did something though that started it" he mumbled, "I usually do."
"What do you mean?"
He sighed, dragging a hand over his face, "Well you know," he trailed off somberly, "That's the only thing that really makes sense right?"
"I still don't-"
"That it's me." he whispered miserably, "Nothing ever works out no matter how hard I try and the only common thread is, well, me. I don't even know what I did, and that's probably part of the issue."
"Steve Harrington, you stop that right now."
His eyebrows furrowed, looking up at you in confusion, "Huh?"
"You are not the issue," you spoke assertively, pulling up from where he lounged against you so he could look you straight in the eyes. You grabbed his cheeks, making sure he was looking at you before you spoke, "I don't know what she said that got to you so bad, but you are not the issue, ok? Nothing is wrong with you. You are perfect, you hear me?"
He simply scoffed, pulling away from your grasp, "It's not just her." He stood up and began pacing about the room, "It's not just Veronica, ok Y/N? I mess everything up. That's just a plain fact."
"No, it's not-"
"-Yes it is!" he interrupted, trying his best not to yell. "I-I just don't get it. I'm just such a screw up I can't get anything to work out! I mean I've been trying for years and everything just turns out a failure!"
He yanked at his hair as he paced before he sudenly stopped. His hands dropped miserably to his sides as he turned to you, "Why can't anybody love me?" he whispered brokenly, "Is it really that hard for someone to love me?"
"What are you talking about? Plenty of people love you-"
"But not the way I want." he groaned, frustrated struggling to find the words to explain how he felt, "My parents love me because I'm their kid, not because I'm their kid. Nancy loved me at the time, but that didn't last obviously. Veronica loved me because of what I could give her, not for anything real. Tommy and Carol loved me because I was popular, not because of who I was. You..." he trailed off, choosing to simply stare at you rather than feel the embarassment from finishing his sentence.
Your face fell, and your heart dropped. "What? Steve, I love you, what do you mean-"
He looked down, half embarrassed and half shameful. "As a friend." he spoke so quietly you could barely hear him.
"Exactly." you stood, trying to approach him even as he dodged your advances, "Your my best friend, I will always-"
"See?" he laughed sadly, and spoke in a breaking voice, "You love me, but not the way I want."
"I don't understand"
He avoided your gaze, looking instead to your wall covered in Polaroid photos, cataloging the years you both had spent together rather than meeting your eyes.
His face flushed, he felt, once again, like the shy and skittish boy he met you as years ago.
"I-" he breathed heavily shaking his head, "I love you. but not the way you love me." he finally looked at you, his brown eyes reflecting every bit of sadness and heartbreak he felt in every part of his soul, "I love you, but not as a friend." he whispered, grabbing your hands, "I love-love you. I'm in love with you."
You looked up at him and your heart shattered. "Steve-"
He squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head in rejection, "I knew it."
"No, no, no" you rushed, holding onto his hands tightly as they fought to slip out of your own, "It just- you've just broken up with Veronica. I want to be with you, but I don't want to be a distraction."
At that, Steve let out a soft but genuine laugh. The kind of laugh that you felt like you hadn't heard in forever. "Y/N, if anything they were a distraction from you."
With that, he leaned down, decreasing the distance between your faces. "Y/N?" he spoke softly on an exhale, staring into your eyes, "Can I-"
You didn't give him any time to respond, you smiled wide as you reached up clasping your hands around his neck, "Yes."
You dragged him down, matching giddy smiles adorning both of your faces as your lips connected for the first, and far from the last, time.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x y/n#songfic
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Things I would immediately change about landscaping/the landscaping industry in America if I could (after supporting my family by doing garden maintenence since 2019, and being an avid life long gardener and plant person):
1. Make people realize that any style that is based on cutting back plants multiple times per year to "maintain their shape" or keep them from getting "overgrown" is rooted in the idea of conspicuous consumption and is not actually the only, or best, choice. It exists to show off the fact that you have enough wealth to do work without a yield other than short-lived aesthetics and conformity. This includes: lawns, boxwoods, any shrub/vine/tree/fern cut into a box/sphere/cylinder, shrubs/trees that are maintained at a (small) fraction of their mature size, etc.
2. Make people realize that we don't need to be watering as much as we do. Through thoughtful plant selection and the power of mulch, you wouldn't need to water at all during "normal" weather. If you live in a desert, you live in a desert, and unless they're making food or medicine, most of your plants should be able to live in a desert (I really hate saying should though, so maybe just start by learning about the native plants in your area and the role they play in the ecosystem. I'm pretty sure you'll end up falling in love with at least a few of them).
3. Convince people that you can use native plants in your garden, in an aesthetically pleasing way, while reducing the amount of watering, soil amendments, and fussing in general that's needed, while also supporting native animal species. Talk about a win-win! I mean, people go to great lengths to look at natural beauty, and then work. so. hard. to prevent that beauty from showing up in their yards.
5. Finally get people to understand that landscape fabric does not work as advertised/ makes it so you don't have to weed ever. It was apparently intended as an underlayment to rocks, gravel, etc, to prevent them from sinking into the earth over time, according to my boss who actually has a degree in landscape design.
6. If a plant is struggling, year after year, it's probably the wrong plant for that place. It's better to pick plants that are well adapted to your climate, and they'll be less stressed. Plants that aren't stressed are less vulnerable. Less vulnerable plants mean healthier plants that are less likely to have an infection or infestation. And look better. And stress you out less. Unless that's your hobby, and you know it, in which case have fun.
7. If you don't enjoy gardening, you don't need to have a garden. If you don't enjoy a lawn, you don't need to have a lawn. Having land that you're responsible for should be a joy, and if it's not, there is no shame in either not having land, or, letting someone who otherwise wouldn't have access to gardening space take care of it.
I'm sure I'll think of more.
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Okay so this might be one of the more off the wall questions you’ve ever received. So if snakes were people, how would they design their house. If I were a snake man, what kind of floor and wall shapes would be ideal for me to live in. Like I’m imagining a sort of cistern kind of shaped room with a mulch floor but what kind of person has a mulch floor?? What would a person use as flooring if they were a snake?
Uhhhhh hmm...
Okay.
I think a snake people would live in a Hobbit-style house with round doors, small-side-of-average circular rooms with domed ceilings, and tunnel-shaped hallways. Probably a few skylights in common areas. Conversation pit in the living room. It would feel a little cramped to the average person, and might be a bit cluttered. Furniture would be rustic hardwood with stone inlays and overstuffed chairs and sofas with lots of extra pillows. Their bed would be either a cozy hammock or a pillowtop mattress. The floors would be slate tile or sealed concrete with in-floor heating, with fluffy shag accent carpets that a snerson's toes can dig into, but that has good traction and isn't slippy. The bathroom would have a built-in sauna and/or rainfall shower. The kitchen would be embarrassingly small and poorly outfitted. Sneople love to eat but they're not big on cooking.
Lots of plants, polished stones, macrame. Not a ton of wall art (curved walls!) but a few choice pieces may be framed and displayed on tables and desks.
Aesthetic would trend towards plush, cozy, a little witchy but not goth, a little cottagecore but not cutesy, nature colors, natural lighting.
They often prefer passive hobbies like watching movies or playing games rather than arts and crafts, but some sneople find joy in interior design or gardening. When the weather is nice, many also engage in outdoor activities like rock climbing, swimming, fishing, or hiking.
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So, after getting the bad news about my neck, I spent a few days in bed, depression-playing Stardew Valley. Eventually I managed to get up and get to my real-life garden, which was sad-looking and neglected. I was very overdue for cleaning it up, weeding, clearing out the dead plants and covering it with mulch for the winter. I also went to plant some onions and garlic, I did plant a few broccoli earlier but it was immediately all eaten by slugs.
My highest priority was strawberries; they're the first thing I look forward to in the spring, and they've been overtaken by weeds and other big plants, overshadowed, and were generally looking very sad. I started clearing that stuff up, and immediately realized that I need a bucket to put slugs in, because they were so filled with slugs, and I mean, there were millions. Under every plant there was several families, they were hiding in the soil, laying eggs, hatching, it was a whole country in my strawberry bed.
It reminded me of the spring when I planted strawberries and beans together, and all of the beans ended up getting eaten by slugs. Also there were no slugs on other parts of the garden, where there were no strawberries. And now, clearing out the strawberry area, again, thousands of slugs.
This made me come to the conclusion that slugs,... love strawberries, and will multiply insanely on any area that I grow strawberries in. But, I love strawberries, and I allow them to grow on 70% of my garden, they're so small I can let them grow around everything else. Coincidentally, everything I planted in that garden for the last 5 months was immediately devoured by slugs. So this brings us... to a painful dilemma.
My garden used to not have a slug problem, in fact, last 3 years there were barely any slugs. And whenever there was a few, I could simply pick them out before they did any damage. The situation now is that slugs are here to stay, and they're staying in my strawberries, which I love. But, they are now going to eat the rest of my garden, repeatedly, before it even grows, unless... I take out strawberries.
I was trying to make this decision and I cannot do it, taking out strawberries is unmanageable, every spring I spend months just looking forward to strawberries and they're the center of my life. But.. I also need other food to grow at my garden. I can't just let slugs overtake everything forever, and having taken out 3 buckets, and my garden still getting eaten up, I know I can't keep fighting this.
So, what would you do?
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Another Ch 8 snippet
It's my birthday, i do what I want, so have another section of chapter 8 cuz this one's a bit beefy:
“What in Azil’s shell is this?”
Neither brother knew what they were looking at for a moment aside from massively overgrown shrubs and climbers that had won the battle against whatever was underneath them, the clearing full to bursting with foliage and creeping vines twisting in and out of tree branches and structures of metal and rope that must have served a purpose before the plant Armageddon arrived. Jenn herself seemed perturbed as they arrived at the edge of the leafy wall after a few minutes of trekking through the forest at her behest, one hand rubbing the back of her head confusedly. “Well, it was my training course,” she answered after a moment, Moon feeling more confused than before. “I knew I forgot something when I got home.”
“Training course?” the navy bot inquired. Beside him, Sun kne;t down and grabbed a leaf from the dense cloud of green wrapping around their feet, giving it a gentle squeeze and finding it plush and bouncy.
“Uh, yeah.” Even the human found her words hard to believe for a moment.
“Training for what?”
Casting a glance at the nosey blue robot, Jenn raised a brow. “Well, unlike you I have to actually maintain my fitness levels.” Moon’s eyes glinted brightly at her sarcasm. “Don’t let the overgrowth fool you,” she added on, kneeling next to Sun and pulling a coil of greenery out of the ground with little resistance. “Trusslin is a very fast growing plant, leave it be long enough and it’ll overtake an area in a matter of weeks. I must have forgotten to come trim it back.”
“It’s soft,” Sun commented, adding the data to his collection of plants.
“Ain’t it?” she mused, grabbing another handful.
“Why not just get rid of it?” Moon wondered, tilting his head while studying one of the overgrown structures.
“Cuz it happens that a carpet of trusslin is really great for breaking falls,” Jenn replied, standing up and pressing a leaf against Moon’s face, causing him to lean away. The leaf dropped onto his shoulder, causing him to pick it up and pause, rubbing it between his fingers; the leaves were velvety and gave way slightly, as if they were little pillows of air that had deflated just a tad. “It’s not gonna stop you from eating shekt if you fall from too high, but I’ve avoided quite a few broken bones because of this stuff. Grows like crazy if it’s light enough and forms natural curls in the stems that tangle together like a net. Just, uh…” She waved her hand over the mess. “Gotta keep up on pruning.”
Taking the leaf from Moon, who was done playing with the plant scrap, Sun squished it between his fingers, trying to contain a giggle. “What do you do with the trimmings?” he wondered, lifting the leaf toward his brother’s face, causing him to lean away slightly.
“Uh…” Thinking for a moment, Jenn counted with her fingers. “Compost, fodder, mulch… there’s no nutritional value unfortunately, and it doesn’t taste like anything, but you can dry them and they stay puffy and soft so I like to use the unbroken ones as scrub pads sometimes, otherwise they’re great padding for pillows and stuff.”
Grabbing Sun’s wrist and shooting him a glare when the leaf returned to his personal bubble, Moon snatched it from his brother’s grasp and dropped it out of reach; Sun only grinned mischievously back at him. “So I’m guessing if we want to use this stuff, we need to cull the overgrowth?” he asked as his other hand moved to stop Sun from putting a vine on his head.
“Unfortunately,” Jenn sighed, turning to face them. “I’ll get a bag and my trimmers and be right back.”
She’d barely left their line of sight before something soft came into swift contact with Moon’s temple–or it tried to at least, before he’d snatched it mid-arc, incidentally crushing the object in his hand. Wet grass wasn’t his favorite scent, but that was far less important than the sound of Sun’s amused snickering. “Quit it,” the darker bot warned, catching the quick motion of Sun plucking another leaf from the overgrowth. “What’re you doing?”
In response, Sun tossed the leaf at his face, causing him to swat it away.
“Sun!” Moon took a step toward his brother, intending to stop him from grabbing anything else to mess with.
Pftb.
They both paused, looking down. Moon lifted his foot, revealing a crushed trusslin leaf that had all of the air force out of it suddenly.
Sun choked back a snicker, chest quivering.
Moon bit the inside of his lip to keep back a laugh of his own, how voice warbling as he tried to keep it in. “Sun–Sun that’s not–” A grinding, throaty sound from the golden bot got him to cough a bit, both of them struggling to not laugh at the absurd noise. “Shut up, that–mkh–that wasn’t funny.”
“Yes it was.” Sun’s voice was barely a squeak.
Cheek aching from trying to fight the urge to smile, Moon had to turn away, losing the battle slowly against his own poor humor. “We really are children.”
Doubled over, Sun nodded, trying his best to calm himself down. A thick, fuzzy leaf bobbed in front of him as he exhaled; teal eyes flicked to Moon for a moment, then back to the leaf.
Moon saw the glance. “Do not.”
Sun reached for the leaf slowly, now holding Moon’s gaze with his mouth pressed thin with guilty pleasure.
“Sunrise.”
In a flash, Sun grabbed the leaf and pulled, twisting upright–
–Moon darted, trying to rip the leaf away before anything could be done with it.
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#ao3#free runner au#azil#funny#siblings#security breach au#sundrop#moondrop#writing wip#freerunnermoon#freerunnersun#jenn&co
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entirety of my TUArtemis crossover headcanon so far
had to get this out and write it, it was bouncing around in my head for days
Includes most main characters of both The Umbrella Academy and Artemis Fowl :D
What I'm not obsessed who gave you that idea?
Pairings (NOT SHIPS)
Five & Artemis: Two short bois who constantly annoy each other, but tolerate each other decently well, as they find that Five/Artemis are one of very few people who have an equal level of intelligence and comprehension about things that they are interested in.
Five is both academically and emotionally smart. The latter is more developed than Artemis (in the first few Fowl books), for that matter.
Artemis finds most people less intelligent than him, but Five is one of those exceptions, similar to Minerva, except this relationship holds out.
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Artemis: Five, where's my entire stock of Earl Grey Tea?
Five: I threw it out the window.
Five: You refused to give me coffee.
Five: So now you will face my fucking wrath.
Artemis:
Artemis: Holly, Five is having a tantrum again.
Five: IT'S NOT A TANTRUM IT IS DESTRUCTION OF THE ENTIRE WORLD
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Five & Holly: What with Five usually being the oldest one in the group, he's going to feel a bit out of place when with the thousand year old (iirc) elf, Holly. But they probably get along as well as Holly and Artemis, though Five provokes Holly a lot more actively and easily than Arty.
On a slightly different tangent, Five can definitely 'see through' Holly's shield by slowing down time just a smidge. This works as a good plot point and makes Five just a little stronger than Holly in that specific area.
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Holly: Five, when I first met you, I thought you were dumb and annoying.
Five: And?
Holly: You are.
Five:
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Allison & Juliet: Allison would be a nice older sister figure for Juliet. They're both good fighters, and I think they'd be a really wholesome lil pairing!
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Juliet: You know, I wish I had that rumour power of yours sometimes.
Allison: Why?
Juliet: It'd make things a looot easier.
Allison: Well, you don't have to rumour me into caring for you, just so you know.
Juliet:
Juliet: NO SERIOUS THINGS RIGHT NOW I ACCEPT ONLY FUN AND CHAOS
Allison: OKAY OKAY
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Luther & Mulch: Luther is just a mix of disgusted and confused by Mulch the entire time. Mulch enjoys toying with him :D
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Luther & Butler: Butler definitely tells Luther that he's treating Five, who reminds Butler so much of Artemis, really badly. Sure, Five can be a bit of a pain in the ass most of the time, but he's still Luther's brother, and Luther should treat him as such. Butler would be the good parental figure to Luther that he never had.
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Diego & Holly: HEAR ME OUT These two would be so badass during fighting scenes. Holly shielding in and out, helping Diego fight, while Diego curves his knives, making sure not to hit the shielded Holly. I want to watch that kind of fight scene so badly :DD
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Orion & Five: Basically a wholesome, delusional ray of sunshine paired with angry swearing old man. This would be such an entertaining pair, and Orion would definitely get hit in the face with a coffee cup Five throws away.
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Orion: Might I ask, what is it about your dear manequinn that draws you to her?
Five: Her loyalty. Her kindness. Her compassion.
Five: But most of all, her ability to keep silent when I'm busy.
Five: Unlike you.
Orion: I see, I see...
Five: Can you not take a hint GET OUT OF MY ROOM
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Orion & Viktor: The epitome of wholesomeness. Viktor would finally get the older, more knowledgable sibling figure role as he takes care of Orion. He'd be so sweetly confused by Orion's ramblings of middle earth tales, but perhaps play along with him. And Orion would listen to Viktor's violin solos quietly and admirably. This is a relief for Holly as well, she can escape from Orion's constant romantic drivel being spouted at her all the time.
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Orion: The beautiful princess, the young maiden, the heroine of the ice, my dear Holly Short... have I told you about her, perchance?
Viktor: About 60 times before, yes.
Orion: Ah. It is not a bother for you, I hope?
Viktor: No, you can tell me again.
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#five hargreeves#five tua#the umbrella academy#tua#artemis fowl#holly short#fowldom#domovoi butler#luther hargreeves#allison hargreeves#viktor hargreeves#juliet butler#mulch diggums
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We aren't allowed to wear headphones at work, that said as long as you're working mostly independently most people don't care if you like quietly play a podcast or something in a non-public area as people are coming and going from the room.
So I put on Star Wars audiobooks sometimes (because they're generally pretty clean whatever). Today I was listening to Jedi: Battle Scars while trimming a tree and my boss came by to pick up some mulch at just the perfect moment. I'm sure he really enjoyed hearing about how much the Fifth Brother loves the pain as he kneels in front of the Grand Inquisitor or whatever uhhhhhh lmao
Yeah his backstory is compelling so sorry did you say he was kneeling in front of the holoprojector? Does anyone else do that? I don't think so? "His knees hurt, but he liked that" ah okay filing that away for later "are you up for the task" buddy I think he is UP for the task
#chapter 7 aka the gay panic chapter#personally a huge fan of the dripping homoerotic tension in every scene of this book#merrin really activates my gay panic#honey same#fifth honey same too#jedi battle scars#battle scars spoilers
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Watermelon Beetle time!! (Aka 10 lined Beetle/June Bug)
Did some night hiking a while back while I was up at the observatory waiting for the telescopes. These lovely fellas (didn't find any ladies) were EVERYWHERE. I have a fondness for large beetles given I used to play with both Watermelon beetles and Fig Eater Beetles for which we call both June Bugs. Fig Eater Beetles are a emerald green and are way more common in my area then Watermelon. We would catch these large beetles and fly them on a string like a living kite. Then when we were done we would untie them, feed them and release them. We never harmed them.
Also we actively use their larvae for mulching purposes. The grubs are huge and churn the soils very well. We relied on both them and worms to break the mulch down and then would pull them out and put them in new mulch once the ready soil was dug out.
Also, these are primarily reference photos taken for myself for an au I've been working on. Taking careful notes for myself cause gonna need that later~
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I once played in a band with a drummer who had a drink drumming problem // he drove his car up the front stairs of the Esplanade Hotel in St Kilda after a disagreement with a bouncer / I won't name the drummer here // La mazza di tamburo > in the Italian means the drum stick > Macrolepiota procera a long time ago was said to grow in Australia / but later that idea seemed insane / for decades people were obviously mistaking it for Macrolepiota clelandii / I don't cook my cabbages twice // a few months back I drove for 6 days straight / no air con in the middle of summer with my two sons to see if I could find the drum sticks but there was no rain // The best worms I have ever seen were in a mulch pile in Billinudgel // @squixley had told me he saw some in a park before he went fishing / the largest stained glass ceiling in the world was designed by Leonard French and is in Melbourne /// the prototype lies buried and forgotten under sand in a backyard in Black Rock / i have seen it // Macrolepiota procera grows on front lawns up north also in sand // I've seen it // the Wonga pigeon is known to make clearly visible 'tracks' by following exactly the same path each time it visits a feeding site // this is the same as a mushroom hunter // instead of an Easter egg hunt I took my boys for a drum stick hunt and our eyes saw the mushrooms of my dreams // they are here in Australia > well as close to procera as we are going to get and nothing like clelandii >> the wonga pigeon is monogamous // You can have a fight about anything If you put your mind to it // In the pics I have included a picture of a service station nearby which was obviously inspired and designed off the mushroom we are talking about which is in the same area // if you find the service station you find the mush xx // please don't confuse this mushroom for Chlorophyllum molybdites / please hunt mushrooms responsibly // special thanks
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Since it's raining too hard to work any more today, I thought I'd post a status update of my garden construction. All the beds are assembled and arranged!
I'll be knocking them around a bit to get them perfectly spaced, but this is the general idea of their final placement. I'll also be adding some crossbracing on the 28' beds so they don't bow from the soil.
Now that my beds are in place, I can cardboard and mulch the areas around them to suppress weeds, and then get a local compost company to dump 10 yards for me to shovel in.
The beds are meant to be as weather-resistant as possible without being cedar, so they were burned (lightly on the outside, heavily on the inside) with a torch to make them water/rot/bug resistant and then oiled with Tung Oil.
I'll play with the irrigation system later, I have a lot of Rain Bird tubing and 2 hose timers already running to my orchard and treeline, but I'll have to run a T-split and divert one to these beds.
I hope to have enough compost shoveled this week to plant peas and carrots, but even though it's going to be nearly 80 degrees this week it's still far too early to put out my tomatoes and peppers. Really excited for this growing season.
Here's some progress pics and other angles:
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Worldbuilding for a world filled with sapient animals? How does ecology play into nation building?
I'm still rather fond of my concept of a world of sapient animals that live in an at least semi-naturalistic manner. Not entirely of course, but there's general understandings and treaties and agreements and what's just polite manners. Fuckers arguing over whose watch is wrong because if it's Tuesday hunting is fine because they don't know each other and does arguing about this push them over into knowing each other-
I am quite fond of the idea, and note as I say this I may use it for future worldbuilding endeavors, of governance being within species, or within allied groups of species. So, rather than having Not-North-America where this area is where the deer live and this area is where the wolves live and this area is where the croco-gators live, instead you have the wolf political map overlayed over the deer political map overlayed over the croco-gator political map, and so on.
Just, layers upon layers. A deer country could overlap with three different wolf territories, and have different agreements with each one.
Would make shit a bit of a bitch when you get to like modern age type shit- what is the standard by which everyone interacts? how was it agreed upon- but even that would be an interesting opening for worldbuilding. How many calendars are there, how detailed are they, and which ones do you specifically have to pay attention to, for instance. A wolf probably has to know what's happening on the deer calendar, but probably not on the gartersnake calendar.
Or maybe it's just a few calendars that are standardized, and then species may have their own that just cover important cultural things. Like there may be a greater calendar that everyone agrees on to track the days, regional calendars that are more vague but alert to things like when you can expect breeding seasons or birthing seasons, when certain plants will come into fruit or flower, essentially an almanac, and species specific calendars that say things like 'X holiday falls on Y day this year' or 'vote for Prime Minister on Z day'. Yeah, I think I like that idea. All the layers all the time...
It's turtles all the way down, Yurtle.
And of course that isn't even getting into the various possibilities for agreements between species. Because you know plenty well how tired I am of the 'prey good predators bad' thing, and the idea that something that evolved to eat meat eating meat is a bad thing. What sort of funerary arrangements, hunting sports, survival competitions are there out there?
'We get grandpa's skull to bury while the rest goes to your grocers, but that's okay because when you die you get mulched for compost to go on our crops'.
'You can't get us all on our way over the river!' 'We don't need to! You sure you're up to it?' 'Ha! Bring it on, you old bag!'
'We're down to ten!' 'Really? What happened?' 'Chameleon got my other sister.' 'Congratulations! At this rate you'll be the last standing anytime now!' 'Toast my mother for breeding slow!'
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