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ditchthediy · 1 year
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#ditchthediy and get our team on your interior painting project this new year! #wevegotyoucovered #interior #interiors #interiordecor #interiordecorating #interiordesign #interiorpainting #painting #painters #yyc #calgary #okotoks #airdrie #cochrane #chestermere #balzac #priddis #highriver (at Calgary, Alberta) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmtl-lrrl-f/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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jauffre · 1 year
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ACADEMY OF RAYA LUCARIA (x)
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markpakin · 2 months
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i don't understand but i luv u
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lewisbian · 1 year
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LEWIS HAMILTON after qualifying at the 2022 United States Grand Prix
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werewolfest · 4 months
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Me when I’m a painting
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cali · 1 year
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i did this beginning of this year with spray cans and fingerpainting with the horrible kid paints ive had since elementary school.
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tsarisfanfiction · 5 months
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Braids: Chapter 1
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Teen Genre: Family Characters: Michael Yew, Apollo Cabin Five times Michael braided a sibling's hair, and one time a sibling braided his. It was pointed out to me that I don't give Michael much by way of fluff, so to prove I can write fluff, here is some Michael&siblings, well, fluff. I've also wanted to write a 5+1 format fic for years but could never come up with a concept that fit - until now! Also you guys get to see some of my Apollo kid ocs again, and also a few for the first time! I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one!  If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! Character ages in this chapter: Michael - 10 Ceri - 17
1) Ceri
“Michael, can you give me a hand?”
Michael jerked his head up from where he was sorting out straight shafts from bent shafts.  The arrow that had been spinning on the palm of his hand toppled as it ran out of momentum and he fumbled the catch, almost dropping it onto the floor.
“Huh?” he asked, setting the shaft down in the fucking bent pile – much larger than the straight pile.  “With what?”  He twisted around to face the older Apollo kid that had walked up behind him and baulked at the sight of a fucking hairbrush in her hands.
“Can I sit?” Ceri asked him, gesturing at the floor next to him.  It was strewn with shafts that Michael still needed to check, and with a grumble he nudged a few out of the way until there was room for her.
“Whatever,” he muttered.  “What do you want?”
Ceri settled cross-legged on the floor next to him and held out her hairbrush.  “Do my hair?”
Michael stared at her.  “You can do your own fucking hair,” he said.  He knew she could – her hair was long but he’d seen her twist it up into a messy bun in the blink of an eye when she got called to the infirmary.  “You don’t need me to do it.”
She gave him a soft smile.  The hairbrush didn’t move from in front of his face.  “No,” she admitted, “but I’d like you to.”
“Why?” he snapped, wondering why the fuck she’d want him to do her hair – why anyone would want anyone else to do their fucking hair.  Did she want half her hair torn out of her head?  Now that he thought about it, he’d seen Baird and Emily and several other Apollo kids perched on Ceri’s bed with her before, doing something with her hair.
Ceri’s hair was a really pretty red that fell in waves most of the way down her back.  Michael couldn’t understand why the fuck she’d risk it like that.
“Just because I can do it myself doesn’t mean it’s not easier if someone else does it,” she told him.  “And I like it when other people do my hair.  So… please, Michael?”
She sounded earnest, like she actually did, for some fucking reason, want Michael to do her hair.  She looked it, too, light green eyes fixed on his as she tilted her head fractionally to one side and gave him another soft smile.
Michael didn’t get it.  It didn’t make sense.
But Ceri was asking, and the fucking hairbrush was still in front of his face, unwavering, and part of Michael’s chest felt warm that she was asking him.  That she was trusting him not to fuck her hair up.
“Fine,” he huffed, snatching the brush from her fingers.  She let him take it easily, her hand falling down to her lap, and then swivelled on her butt until her back was facing him, complete with the mass of red spilling down it.  Michael shifted so that he was facing her back and not the strewn shards on the floor and raised the brush, before pausing.  “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”
She didn’t laugh at him, which was a good thing because if she had, Michael would’ve thrown her hairbrush somewhere, likely out the fucking window, and then run off into the woods with the intention of never coming back.  (Baird, or Lee, damn them, would probably find him and coax him back because they were getting good at that, to Michael’s frustration.)
“Start by just brushing it,” Ceri said.  “It’s the same as brushing your own hair.  Don’t worry if it tugs a bit.”
Michael still felt unsure, but reached forwards with the brush until the bristles were touching Ceri’s hair, then pulled down.  Immediately, it caught, jerking Ceri’s head back, and Michael instantly dropped the brush.  It stayed where it was, snagged in red hair.  “Fuck.”  He scrambled back, but Ceri reached behind her and snagged his wrist.
“It’s fine,” she assured him, lightly tugging him back.  Tentatively, Michael settled back down again, and watched as she extracted the brush from her hair.  “Try again.”  She handed it back to him.  “My hair is quite thick so it might be easier if you do it in sections, like this.”  With deft fingers, she grabbed a small part of her hair and lifted it away from the rest, offering it to him.  “Hold it with one hand, and brush with the other.”
Not quite believing that Ceri was letting him continue – wanted him to continue – Michael cautiously did as he was told.  The brush still wanted to get stuck, but it was easier to stop it from actually getting stuck, and if he was hurting Ceri when it snagged, she didn’t show any signs of it.  Eventually, he figured out that it was easier if he gripped the sections at the top and brushed underneath where he was holding it.  Ceri’s head stopped jerking around when he did that, even when he tugged quite strongly on snags.
There was something satisfying when he passed the brush through her hair and it didn’t snag on anything, all the bristles running through smoothly with no resistance at all.  It was especially satisfying when he finished doing all the different sections and could run the brush smoothly through the entire bulk of Ceri’s locks.
He let himself brush all of it a few times, before stopping.  “Done.”
Ceri didn’t accept the brush when he tried to give it back to her.
“Can you plait it?” she asked him instead, and Michael frowned, confused.
“Plait?”
Now she let out a small laugh, light and airy.  Michael scowled, crossing his arms.  “Sorry,” she said, “I forget Americans don’t call it that.  I meant braid.”  He huffed – he still hadn’t worked out what Ceri’s accent was – and shook his head.
“Why the fuck would I know how to braid hair?” he asked.
“Do you want to know?” she countered, peeking back at him over her shoulder.  “You might find it useful.”
“Huh?”
She gestured at his own hair.  “You’re growing it out, aren’t you?  Plaits – sorry, braids – are useful for keeping long hair out of the way.”
Michael chewed the inside of his cheek.  She had a point, he supposed.  “Fine,” he said, and she turned her head back around so that he was once again just facing the waterfall of red hair.
“I’ll talk you through it,” she promised.  “They’re easier than they look.  Split my hair into three sections.  The more evenly sized, the better.”
Michael reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, and then another handful with his other hand, leaving a bunch free in between.  Despite being brushed out, the hair still clung to each other, making his three sections messy.  He scowled at them and dropped one side to tidy up the other, which worked fine until he realised that to do the other two sections, he had to let go of the one he’d just done, which would make the neat one messy again.
Ceri came to his rescue.  “Here,” she said, “I’ll hold this one while you sort the others out.”  Michael gladly let her take the neat section, although he was sure people didn’t normally need to do that.  “You’ll find separating the hair out easier with practice,” she assured him as he pulled the rest of her hair into two sections, running his fingers through the strands until they looked neat.  She offered him the third section back again, and after a moment, Michael dropped the middle section to take it.
“Now what?” he asked.
“Move one of the outside sections until it crosses over the middle one to become the new middle one,” Ceri instructed, and Michael did so, scowling in concentration as he had to drop one section and pick up another one, and they tried to tangle together again.
This did not seem fucking easy.
“And?” he prompted once he had the two sections somewhat behaving themselves.
“Do the same with the outside section on the other side,” she told him.  Michael obeyed, finding it no easier to keep the two sections from trying to merge together.  “Then take the outside on the other side again and do the same thing.”
Michael figured out the pattern after a few more passes, although that still didn’t make keeping the hair in its different sections any easier.  It seemed determined to mingle back together again, and more than once, Michael realised too late that he hadn’t managed to restore them properly.  Ceri didn’t tell him to stop or redo anything, though, so he carried on, frowning at the mess he was creating.
If he squinted, it probably did look like a braid, but it looked bad.
“Now you tie it off,” Ceri said, as though she didn’t realise her hair was a mess.  “Here.”  She handed him a hair tie.
Michael hesitated.  “It’s fucking awful,” he admitted, because it was behind her, of course she didn’t realise.  She couldn’t fucking see it.
“I’m sure it’s fine,” Ceri told him.
“It’s not-”
“And you worked hard on it,” she continued, ignoring his correction, “and that’s more important, so tie it off, Michael.”
“Not that fucking hard,” Michael muttered (lied), but took the hair tie and looped it around the end a few times.  He knew how to do that much, at least, and when Ceri actually looked in a mirror and realised how fucking awful it was, she could take it out and redo it.
Ceri ignored his words as she stood up again, the tangled mess of a braid swaying with her movement.  “Thank you, Michael,” she said, smiling widely at him.  “I’ve got an infirmary shift, now, so I’ll let you get back to your shafts.”
He shrugged.  “You’re welcome, I guess,” he said, and picked up another shaft to spin on his palm.  Still, he couldn’t help watching Ceri out of the corner of his eye as she left the cabin, not even checking her hair in the mirror before she went out.  He wasn’t stupid; he knew she’d fix it soon, and while he knew it was a mess and deserved to be fixed, the thought still made him a little sad.
Michael spun the next shaft super-hard, ignoring the feeling of the point trying to bore into his palm.  He was just being stupid.
The next time he saw Ceri, several hours later when they were getting ready for dinner, he stared, feeling that something warm in his chest again.
She was still wearing his braid.
Chapter 2>>>
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ohpriddy · 7 months
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WIGGLE levels are going critical!! (°ロ°) !
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naldoreth · 3 months
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Ship headcanons Legolas x OFC/YN/reader
I saw this ship meme thing and wanted to do it with Legolas x Elin, my human OFC, but I kinda like it with any combo.
Gives nose/forehead kisses: Legolas
Gets jealous the most: Legolas, and he thinks he hides it better than he does
Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Legolas again, basically cos he almost never gets drunk
Takes care of on sick days: both would do, but Legolas never gets sick so...
Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Elin
Gives unprompted massages: Legolas
Drives/rides shotgun: Legolas rides the horse, Elin goes behind (unless she's riding herself, which she likes to do occasionally)
Brings the other lunch at work: Elin
Has the better parental relationship: Elin. We all know Thranduil isn't the best role model around lol
Tries to start role-playing in bed: Elin, much to Legolas' shock and subsequent delight
Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Elin of course
Still cries watching Titanic doesn't really apply lol
Firmly believes in couples costumes: Elin tries to dress him up for Halloween, it doesn't go well but they have a lot of fun
Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: both, they're the worst
Makes the other eat breakfast: both to each other really
Remembers anniversaries: Legolas
Brings up having kids: no one
Tagging @lordbhreanna for whatever ship she wants to do!
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365-songs-a-year · 4 months
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pulpatoon · 9 months
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FIRST THERE WAS CHAOS, my graphic novel about acts of creation and Acts of Creation is coming out in October from Uncivilized Books!
Publisher's Weekly calls it an "...immersive, clever depiction of the inception of the universe."
Pre-orders are open!
(And, in these algorithmic days, books live or die on pre-orders, so please pre-order!)
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ditchthediy · 2 years
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Transformation Tuesday! What a difference. Painting is hard, so #ditchthediy and hire Harding’s instead. #transformation #transformationtuesday #exteriorpainting #painting #residentialpainting #2storey #homeimprovement #exteriordesign #paintit #paintitbeautiful #calgary #okotoks #dewinton #highriver #braggcreek #priddis #chestermere #cochrane #airdrie (at Okotoks, Alberta) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChUglutLfJe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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somethingaboutmint · 7 months
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Once i finish starfield and find what i can turn into a comic bit its over for bethesda
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saltwaterandstars · 3 months
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I've been driving myself to distraction playing this song over and over again. Here's the thing. Listening to good music feeds me and singing along loudly to fantastic songs makes me feel alive in a way few things do - it's like being plugged into a power source. But. When the song is about dark or troubling themes, or when it just happens to be a thing that stirs up the murky sludge at the bottom of my soul, then maybe playing it/singing it thirty plus times in two days might not be what we would consider wise? Or maybe it is wise? I've no idea - I'll just keep playing it until the urge to play it passes, I guess.
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vodid · 1 year
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Prowls titties. 😗🤝😤
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PRIDDIES <3 <3 <3
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rolkstone · 1 month
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