#row of windmills

[thedaily-beer]

Altamont Dank Row IPA (Picked up at Windmill Farms). A 3 of 4. Tons of herbal and resinous notes in the nose with a faint bit of citrus, too. Very light-bodied and much the same hop profile there, too. Very refreshing, and only a mild to moderate bitterness fades in on the finish.

#altamont #dank row #ipa #india pale ale #beer #windmill farms #3

[pearl-kite]

starting to feel like larion knows I have lesson plans to type up and keeps crashing to tell me to get my damn work done

#kite rambles #it crashed last night trying to get into the windmill #and now it keeps crashing right before I can get into the abandoned town altogether #same spot twice in a row #feels like a sign #I SHOULDN'T be playing so like... message received i guess #my 3rd part passed it's time to do the 4th but I realized that includes the actual unit plan ugghhh

[rabbitcruiser]

Windmills,  Lerkaka (No. 1)

The vast majority of today's Öland mills are stump mills from the end of the 18th century or the beginning of the 19th century. The term stump grinder is explained by the fact that the grinder housing rests on a large stump. When the wings before grinding should facing the wind, the entire mill housing is rotated around the fixed stump. The model is very ancient and windmills with a similar construction have appeared in Sweden from around the year 1300. The first time an Öland mill is mentioned in text is in 1546. We do not know how old the oldest of today's preserved mills is. There are probably mills that at least have certain parts that have been preserved from the 17th century or earlier. At Borgholm's city museum, there is a recovered heart stick with the year 1441 engraved.

The first inventory of Öland's mills was made by a state mill commission 1697-1699. The Commission concluded that there were a total of 375 windmills and 188 water-powered so-called quill mills. We can assume that all windmills at this time were stump mills. The lack of larger rivers and the uneven access to water in smaller streams meant that over time the gossip mill was completely outcompeted by the windmill. After the middle of the 18th century, the gaps decreased rapidly in number and today no one is preserved.

During the 18th century, the number of windmills more than quadrupled. From 1699 to 1808, the number rose from 375 to 1677. The largest increase was from the middle of the 18th century, during the same period as the gourd mills gradually disappeared.

One of the main explanations for the increase was that a royal decree in 1746 eased the bans on felling of forests that have existed since the royal zoo's regulations were issued around 1570. From 1746 the islanders were given the opportunity to use certain oaks for building purposes, after approval of the crown Ranger. The local rangers were more generous than the authorities intended. In his book "Beskrivning öfwer Öland" from 1765, district bailiff Petter Åstrand claimed that after 1746 too many mills were built and that unnecessarily fine oaks were used. He believed that every farmer with a reasonable fortune built his own mill.

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#row of mills in Lerkaka #windmill #Kalmar County #architecture #engineering #landscape #countryside #tourist attraction #landmark #Öland #Sverige #Swedish history #Sweden #Scandinavia #original photography #summer 2020 #vacation #travel #meadow #field #Northern Europe #free admission

[ataraxiaspainting]

Demon Fire.

Yan Kafka x F Reader x Yan Blade.

Synopsis: Where is this train going?

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, and manipulation.

Word Count: 1k.

*~*~*~*

“Which seat do you want, darling?” Kafka asks, her thumb still making circles over your own.

Her hair is half put up in a ponytail as usual, the rest flowing down the sides of her face. She only held her purse, which held only her wallet, her phone, snacks, water, and pictures of you with her and Blade. Blade pulls her suitcase, as well as yours and his, through the narrow gap between the seat rows, with his bag noticeably smaller compared to Kafka's and yours.

You point to the one closest to the window, and Kafka smiles. “That one.”

She nods, and Blade begins to put the luggage in the cabinet above, being silent all the while you and Kafka sit down.

“Neither of you have told me where we are going.” You say as Kafka puts her head on your shoulder.

“Be patient, my dear girl. You will find out soon. You’ll love it, I promise. Bladie and I spent a lot of time searching for a place to celebrate.”

You ask what you are all celebrating, and she continues.

“Do not fret, it will only be a few hours before we reach our destination. We’ll just cuddle for now, and chat. There are also movies to watch and sights to see out the window. Both the ride there and where we are going is going to be so relaxing for all of us. You have my word. Or my honor. Whichever you prefer, dear.” You stop paying attention to her words halfway through, and when she realizes this she pecks your cheek. “Though I suspect you think that neither of them exist.”

“Maybe.” As the train begins its journey, you gaze out the window, murmuring to yourself. Like a well-rehearsed performance or clockwork, an array of colorful flowers and plants glide past, each one swiftly replaced by another. Before you know it, the vibrant beauty of spring and the whispers of Kafka lull you to sleep.

…

The landscape was a surprise, yet not entirely, as it lay in a remote location devoid of human presence except for the occupants of the cabin nestled at the foot of the verdant hill. The vast expanse was a haven of blossoms, grass, and foliage, enough to supply a lifetime's worth of adornments for a spring festival. Every imaginable flower and plant seemed to find a home here. In the nearby lake, crystal clear waters mirrored the mountain's grandeur, while tranquil sea bass and carp glided serenely beneath the surface.

Nestled beside the solitary cottage stood a windmill, its weathered blades casting a gentle shadow. Atop the one aimed towards the heavens, doves perched, unharmed, indicating the absence of predator birds in this vicinity. The setting appeared idyllic, yet a lingering unease persisted within. Despite the hours that have passed, questions lingered in your mind; what is the purpose behind Blade and Kafka bringing you to this place, and what are they commemorating?

Kafka is the one who guides you, as always, holding your hand gently and pulling you along as she chatters away. Blade, as always, simply watches from behind you two like a shadow.

…

It is Blade that opens the door to the cottage, his face still stoic, as Kafka wraps one of her arms around your waist. You have adorned yourself in the attire she adores, a lacy, ebony dress accompanied by sheer black stockings and elegant flats. Much to your misfortune, according to her, Blade doesn’t hate this outfit either.

Even though Blade was the one to open the door, it is you who is forced to step in first, and it is you who is forced to sit down first at the little wooden circular table surrounded by three chairs.

“You still haven’t told me what this is about, Kafka.” Despite your curiosity, you don’t dare to raise one of your eyebrows.

“Yes, yes. Let us just rest for a moment. I’m tired.”

“...Okay. It’s just… you’ve kept me in the dark for the past few days about this trip, so…”

Kafka lets out an exaggerated sigh before sitting down as well with a thump, pressing her thumb and forefinger against her temple, gently massaging in circular motions. She is acting like she was the one who carried all of the luggage, and not Blade, who is still putting your suitcases down in the corner. “Come on, love… I’m tired, take pity on poor little old me.”

“...”

Finally, Blade sits down in the last chair. You’re not surprised by his silence anymore.

“...” In his customary manner, he rests his hands on his lap, maintaining a polite sitting posture. Unchanging, his countenance remains impassive; it is difficult to recall a single instance where a smile has graced his face, except for those dreadful moments when he is mara-struck.

“Sigh. Bladie, which suitcase did you put the peaches in? Was it [First]’s? I’m craving one.” If you were Blade, you would have rolled your eyes. “Really badly. Almost as much as I crave our dearest. I’ll get it myself.”

“...[First]’s.”

In a split second, Kafka's wearied expression transforms into a radiant grin as she stands up and walks toward your suitcase leaning against the wall.

Kafka's gaze freezes time as he rummages through your luggage, searching for the bag of peaches. As Blade utters his words, his voice retains its roughness, yet it carries a touch of tenderness.

“...Do you like this place, [First]?” He asks, looking at you. You think he is trying to put on a small smile, from the way his lips are slightly curved upward, but it does not comfort you as intended. “We picked this place for you.”

“But why?”

As ironic as it may seem, it is always Blade you ask questions to because at least he gives straightforward answers.

“Didn’t Kafka tell you?” For once, Blade seems confused. Was he not paying attention every time you asked? “It’s your birthday, isn’t it? ...Did you not know that?”

“...Well, I’m not exactly always given access to calendars…”

“...Fair.”

You hear Kafka's mischievous laughter from the corner.

“...But happy birthday regardless, [First].”

Once more, his smile achieves the opposite of its intended effect.

#he's trying his best guys </3 #yandere #yandere x reader #aya abstractions #yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere kafka x reader #yandere kafka #yandere blade #yandere hsr #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader #yandere blade x reader #kafka x reader

[simsinlowspace]

Wanderlust - 25 Travel Posters

Good morning! Today I'm sharing some new travel posters for your game!

I wanted to make more travel posters, but I decided to use real world destinations this time. There are 25 designs total:

A numbered swatch is included so you can easily keep just what you like. I've also included @linacheries’ lovely 4t2 conversion of Simsza’s National Park Prints mesh. The landmarks are:

Row One: The Great Wall of China, Kotokuin Temple, the Kinderdijk Windmills, Chichen Itza and the Colosseum

Row Two: The Statue of Liberty, Itsukushima Shrine, Hallgrimskirkja, The Tower of Pisa and the Great Sphinx of Giza

Row Three: St. Paul's Cathedral, Chiang Kai Shek, Moai, Mt. Fuji and the Empire State Building

Row Four: Angkor Wat, the Pantheon, the Milan Cathedral, Stonehenge and the Eiffel Tower

Row Five: The Arc de Triomphe, Borobudur, the Forbidden City, Big Ben and the Ming Tombs

Huge thanks to kerismaker for the landmark icons, plus Freepik, max.icons, smashingstocks, Icongeek26, faith-arici, justicon and luvdat for the rest.

DOWNLOAD (SFS) Recolors are just under 1MB

Lots of love, Spacey

PS - Going to be getting caught up on comments, messages, etc. this weekend. Thank you for all the feedback! Sorry I've been slow to reply but I appreciate all your kindness <3

TS4 Conversion

#s2cc #ts2cc #ts2 download #ts2 custom content #sims 2 download #sims 2 custom content #s2 cc #ts2 art #ts2 #ts2 wall decorations #ts2 posters

[sp4ceysims]

Wanderlust - 2t4 Travel Poster Conversions

More travel posters! Details and download below:

These are the designs from the TS2 Wanderlust poster set I shared yesterday on Sims in Low Space. They feature 25 real world destinations on @simsza's fabulous mesh from his Simlish Anderson National Park Prints Set:

I did not include the mesh with this set. I'm not wild about redistributing it since it comes with all the original designs, so make sure you grab it if you don't already have it!

The landmarks are:

Row One: The Great Wall of China, Kotokuin Temple, the Kinderdijk Windmills, Chichen Itza and the Colosseum

Row Two: The Statue of Liberty, Itsukushima Shrine, Hallgrimskirkja, The Tower of Pisa and the Great Sphinx of Giza

Row Three: St. Paul’s Cathedral, Chiang Kai Shek, Moai, Mt. Fuji and the Empire State Building

Row Four: Angkor Wat, the Pantheon, the Milan Cathedral, Stonehenge and the Eiffel Tower

Row Five: The Arc de Triomphe, Borobudur, the Forbidden City, Big Ben and the Ming Tombs

Huge thanks to kerismaker for the landmark icons, plus Freepik, max.icons, smashingstocks, Icongeek26, faith-arici, justicon and luvdat for the rest.

DOWNLOAD (SFS) Recolors ~2MB Get the mesh from Simsza

Original TS2 set

Lots of love, Spacey

#s4cc #ts4cc #ts4 cc download #ts4 cc #ts4 download #the sims 4 cc #ts4 custom content #ts4 art #ts4 posters #maxis match #ts4 maxis match #ts4 maxis cc #2t4 #ts4 cc free

[hogans-heroes]

Ok but the High School AU is screaming at me:

Gale is a straight A student, teachers pet, probably the student body president or some shit

Bucky spends more time in detention than in class and though he’d really like to be sitting at the back Gale has to sit in the goddamn front row so of course Bucky has to be there

Gale has a brand new Royal Enfield motorcycle in pristine condition and Bucky has a Harley he got off Craigslist that he souped up in his garage. It’s faster than Gale’s and Bucky won’t let him forget it.

They’re both on the football team and disturbingly competitive about everything

Bucky has an amazing single mom but Gale’s home life is pretty bad so he stays at Bucky’s a lot. Gale doesn’t want his personal life spread around and Bucky’s extremely protective of him. Starts bringing makeup to school on pretense it’s for himself but it’s really for Gale to cover his bruises (whoops this is getting angsty aBoRt)

Everyone knows they’re together. Literally the school power couple

Bucky 100% smuggles booze into the school and Gale pretends not to know about it. He probably covers up for Bucky quite a bit

Gale is a picky eater and Bucky always eats the food he doesn’t like

They both get into fights regularly. Gale is in the boxing club so a well placed single punch from him gets the message across, while Bucky knows Jack shit about boxing and wins by fighting dirty and swinging like a windmill

Feel free to add more!

#masters of the air #mota #AU TIME FAM #it’s time we need this #buck x bucky #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #mota hs au

[portg-ass-d-ace]

My favourite thing about shuggy (or just Shanks and Buggy lore in general) is that we have crafted so many realities for them that i have to constantly remind myself that canonicaly they've only met once in present time 😭

Like what do you mean Buggy and Shanks weren't together constantly when Shanks was in Windmill Village? That Shanks wasn't rowing his ass off to go to Orange Town and bring Buggy back to his ship? That Buggy never met Luffy (or Uta) before Shanks had to leave?!

What do you mean they don't randomly meet up at islands along the Grandline and have giant parties with both crews? That they don't later sneak away towards some random room to get drunk off of sake and Buggy has to ask Shanks about his arm because the bounty posters didn't show it?

Or that they don't call on the den den when they're both far away just to hear the other speak, because they just feel so at home and comfortable with each other?!

THE FACT THAT THEY'VE NEVER VISITED RAYLEIGH TOGETHER?! ;(

#the rayleigh part really gets me 🥲 that is their dad and youre telling me theyve never gone to see him?! #shuggy writers and fanartits- we are the glue of this fandom #sometimes i dream that one piece isnt just a shounen and it could do way more at exploring personal relationships even if they are platonic #one piece #shuggy #shanks #buggy #buggy the clown #shanks x buggy

[rockingtheorange]

Appreciation post for the credits

Cause the parallels are insane and we don't talk enough about it

Henry: An old coach with horses, slowly going to one place only, which is the Palace. All in light blue, the color for sadness.

Alex: A modern car quickly discovering new places, with a farm windmill for Texas and birds freely flying. All in red, the color of energy/vitality.

Henry: fancy places but there's only a servant and Shaan at his back. He's still blue

Alex: surrounded by people, smiling and at the center of the attention

Alex: playing the guitar watched lovingly by his parents and the paintings not being that relevant (aka his status)

Henry: playing the piano alone while it's the statue that takes the full attention (aka his history on his shoulders)

Henry: Church of England, a stagnant place he has to be in, with three people to his side but still on a different row. (Alone again)

Alex: at university, still surrounded by people but focused on his studies and future

Alex: on a plane, no responsibilities and Amy ready to protect him

Henry: the whole palace and guards looking at him and yet they're not protecting him. It's more like they're against him

Part 2 -> 🔴⚪🔵

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #firstprince #nicholas galitzine #henry fox mountchristen windsor #parallels

[saikiscleansink]

Senku!Reader Imposter AU

(I mean like reader with big brain like senku)

"It cracked again." You scribbled down notes in your notebook. NileRed was right, aerogel is so freaking fragile.

This was the 4th time in a row that your aerogel had cracked. To be fair, in a way, it was still aerogel. But you wanted it perfect, more perfect than NileRed, more perfect than any other aerogel in the world.

You could feel tears of frustration threatening to fall. It had been a stressful week. Another failed prototype, another mistake you had to fix. I should take a break, you thought, Theres always tomorrow.

It was only 7 in the evening, way too early to head to bed, yet you could feel the exhaustion slowly entering your system. But, it wouldn’t hurt to try again, right?

It, in fact, hurt a lot to try again. Hours passed by, reading through what felt like a million research papers and non-stop annotating made your hand ache and your eyes droopy. I guess closing my eyes for a second would be okay…

You woke up to the sun right above you. The warmth of the grass felt so warm and inviting- wait… grass? Your eyes wide open and you sat up so fast that you could have gotten whiplash.

In front of you were 2 squirrels digging around a familiar bag. Your backpack. But how could it be here? It should be on your desk. You should be at your desk.

The scene in front of you felt real, and… familiar? It didn’t take long for you to see a very large statue nearby. You were sure it looked exactly like a statue in Genshin Impact. But that couldn’t be. It’s just a game, it doesn’t exist in real life, right? And on your left, in the distance, was a city with massive windmills spinning and a massive castle with pointy tops. You looked up and saw glowing butterflies. Crystalflies? Teyvat?

You stood up and picked up your bag. In your bag were loose pens, notebooks and notes. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, other than your location of course. On the ground was the notebook you were just scribbling on before you fell asleep. You picked it up and flipped through it, but everything looked the same. Maybe you were going crazy, but even if that was the case, a little vacation would be nice. And so off you went, towards the city that looked suspiciously like the city of freedom.

This isn’t how your vacation was supposed to go. You’re running out of oxygen, but you could hear the footsteps behind you. The screams of angry citizens and knights. The vile curses that spewed out of their mouths. God, when will it stop. You’ve been running for hours now with no rest. Your stomach was rumbling and your legs were screaming to stop, but you knew if you did, it would be the end.

You watched as an arrow flew right by you. You felt the sting of it slicing your leg. You saw the arrow covered in blood land in front of you right in a tree. You need to stop, you can’t run forever.

You jumped down a ledge and hid between some rocks and bushes. You heard the footsteps slowly come to a halt.

“Master Jean, we can’t go to Wolvendom, its too dangerous and most of us are too tired, we won’t make it.”

“This imposter has to be tired, she won’t make it through the night.”

A series of quiet agreements could be heard.

“Let’s head back, but tomorrow, we return to ensure that this.. this imposter is gone for good. We can’t allow anybody to defile the name of our creator as blatantly as this creature.”

You let out the breath you were holding in once you heard them leave. You looked at your leg and saw so much blood. It was definitely going to be infected. In front of you was a worn down carriage surrounded by small lamp grass that glowed in the dim forest. It wasn’t much, but at least you had shelter.

You limped over and took a seat on the tree root in the carriage. You needed a plan of action. You’ve read enough SAGAU fics to know what’s about to happen to you. Luckily, you were a loser who spent way too much time studying the lore of teyvat and had some basic knowledge in first aid. But where were you going to find bandages and cleaning alcohol? You remember that wolf berries had medicinal properties, but could it heal your wound?

“You smell… familiar.”

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #genshin self aware #self aware genshin #sagau cult au #self aware genshin au #senku!reader

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

April Drabbles - 13/30

Prompt: Windmill

Pairing: Yuji x Fem! Reader

Your legs ache as you and Yuji walk through the vast fields of flowers planted in neat rows, leaving room in between for pedestrian traffic. Large windmills blow in the background, the faint sound of the turbines becoming lost in the air.

“Yuji I’m tired!” You complain to your energetic friend as he spritely walks in between the rows.

He turns and sees your flushed, sweaty, face and halts. “Ah, sorry y/n. We can take a break.”

He waits for you to catch up to him before settling down on the grass, motioning for you to do the same. You sigh in relief as you do so.

“But a good day? Overall?” He grins at you and you can’t help but grin back. 

“Of course!”

April 2024 Drabbles Masterlist divider by @/ saradika prompts by @/ creativepromptsforwriting

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #itadori yuuji #yuji itadori #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori x you #yuji itadori x y/n #yuji itadori fluff #jjk itadori #jjk yuji #jujutsu kaisen itadori #vee writes #april drabbles #a drabble a day keeps the writers block away

[rabbitcruiser]

Windmills, Lerkaka (No. 2)

The conditions for Öland's farmers improved during the first decades of the 19th century. Djurgårdsinrättningen was abolished in 1801. After land divisions in 1816 and 1819, the villages took over ownership of the lands from Kronan. The single-shift reform from 1807 and the reform on legal parcels from 1927 also contributed to the positive development. The number of mills continued to increase, albeit at a slower pace than before.

A royal letter from 1808 contained provisions aimed at counteracting the construction of more mills on the island. From 1808 to 1822, the number of windmills increased only from 1677 to 1713. In addition to the provisions of the royal letter, the slowdown may also have been due to the fact that the need was largely already met. Although the construction of windmills had decreased somewhat in intensity, the number continued to increase until around 1850, when it is believed that the maximum figure of 2000 was reached.

Vickleby was Öland's most densely populated parish

The information that there were 1677 mills in 1822 comes from the Öland priest Abraham Ahlqvist's book Ölands Historia och Beskrivning. According to Ahlqvist, the mills were the densest in Vickleby parish, where there were 77. The many mills in Vickleby were commented on in 1816 by another Öland priest, Nils Isak Löfgren. He said that the area's oak forest had been used to build mills. “For what reason do you nowadays instead of forest see a large amount of quarns in a row on the castle between Weckleby and Thorslunda churches. At Weckleby and Carlevi villages alone, about 50 are counted. Every farmer almost always has 2 of these, a wheat and a rye quarn,… ”Löfgren saw it mainly as a mismanagement with oak forest, but was still impressed by the view with all the mills in a row. Seen from the sea side, he thought, after all, that the mills at the edge of the castle gave "… a wealthy and beautiful appearance."

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#windmill #row of mills in Lerkaka #Lerkaka #landscape #countryside #travel #vacation #summer 2020 #original photography #Öland #Kalmar County #Swedish history #Sweden #Sverige #Scandinavia #Northern Europe #flora #field #lawn #engineering #architecture #tourist attraction #landmark

[qqueenofhades]

Heyy :)) I don't know if you still do prompts and if you do them for this ship but if yes could you please do 26. or 19. for Ivan x Fedyor? That'd be so lovely ♡ thanks a bunch and if not no worries!

Ivan has been staring at a pile of paperwork for almost three hours, the pain in his head feels like someone has driven a spike into his eye, and he really doesn't know why someone else couldn't do this. All right, they'd probably fuck it up and make him fix it anyway, they're not of sufficiently high rank to look at the Darkling's sensitive secrets and classified attack plans, and all other people are idiots etc. etc., but it still feels unfair for it to have fallen on him, particularly. They only got back from the latest Fjerdan campaign a few days ago, it went worse than expected, every strategy needs to be revisited and revised, and that has become, undoubtedly, Ivan's job, now that he's the unquestioned second-in-command of the entire Second Army, subordinate only to General Kirigan himself. He's not yet thirty.

He has just drawn a deep breath, angrily splashed the last of the kvas into his cup and taken a fortifying swig, and otherwise braced himself for another few hours of torture, when there's a knock on the antechamber door and -- barely waiting for an answer -- Fedyor Kaminsky rushes in. "Captain," he says, spotting Ivan and stopping to salute. "Good, you're here. You need to come with me at once."

"What?" Ivan jostles the desk, jumps to his feet, and looks around suspiciously, as if some malfeasant has breached the sancrosanct walls of the Little Palace and he needs to kill them immediately. "What is it?"

"You'll see." Fedyor tugs at him. "Hurry."

Ivan, swallowing his questions, abandons the paperwork without a backward glance and hurries out after Fedyor, already assessing the potential options. This seems bad, or at least urgent enough that it has to be handled with no delay. Has the tsar choked on a sweetmeat, or the tsaritsa stabbed herself with her embroidery needle, or some other pressing crisis that the fucking royal family feels the need to involve their pet Grisha in? Is it worse? Did something abruptly collapse from that underwhelming campaign? Did they decide that said underwhelming campaign was entirely Ivan's fault and throw him out of the order, thus to be packed back home to frigid Chernast in disgrace? Or maybe --

Apparently oblivious to Ivan's inner turmoil, Fedyor keeps up a brisk pace down the corridors, until they enter the library, ensure that the Apparat is not lurking moistly behind a nearby bookshelf, and hurry down the narrow rows to the end. Fedyor reaches around it, presses a hidden catch, and stands back as the shelf swings out, as smoothly as if it's on wheels. It reveals a narrow passage and set of twisting steps beyond, leading upward and out of sight, and Ivan frowns. "What's this? Is there someone up there? Is it a -- "

"Just shut up and go up there." Fedyor prods him in the back, a familiarity for which Ivan would definitely flay anyone else alive, but in the several years since he and Fedyor officially became a thing, he has grudgingly learned to accept. "Take a look."

Muttering, Ivan ducks under the low lintel and ascends the narrow, creaky steps, hands held vigilantly at the ready for anything that feels up to springing out of the darkness. There's nothing, though, and when he reaches the hidden nook at the top, lit only by a skylight somewhere high above, he turns in a circle and can't see any pressing emergency. "What's going on? Why did you -- "

He's cut off as Fedyor reaches the top, bounds into the small space after him, and seizes Ivan by the collar of his kefta, pushing him against the wall and kissing him thoroughly. Ivan splutters, makes a noise of extreme protest (okay, mild protest) and windmills his arms, but somehow manages not to break free or even push Fedyor away at all. He's still grumbling when Fedyor bites his lower lip, making him yelp, and then forced to focus on kissing him back. It's only when they've sunk to their knees on the floor, Ivan is mentally calculating how uncomfortable it really could be to lie on those floorboards, and still kissing in short, hungry bursts when he realizes the truth. "You little bastard, Fedya," he breathes. "You lied to me."

"Lied to you? About what?" Fedyor looks at him with that damn dark-eyed, dimpled smile for which Ivan is unbearably, ferociously weak. "I said you needed to come with me at once."

"For a military emergency! For -- I don't know, something! Not because you discovered an interesting door in the library and had a sudden urge to distract me!"

"Or. Counterpoint." Fedyor smirks, entirely unchastened. "I did, in fact, need to do exactly that. You're going to drive yourself crazy. Admit it, Vanya. You enjoyed this."

Ivan stares at him narrowly. Fedyor stares narrowly right back.

"Fine." Ivan wipes his mouth, bites a traitorous smile, and leans back in for another round. Whatever else it might be, life with Fedyor Kaminsky is never boring. "Maybe a very, very little."

#whatsaconsequence #ask #fivan #fivan ff #heartrender husbands #fic prompts #spooky season #*looks at 26* #NOPE NOPE I DO NOT SEE IT THE BOYS ARE FINE! #THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

[philza-updates]

Kristin posted on instagram!

[Image ID:

The first is a selfie of Kristin and Phil on a boat floating down a stream surrounded by trees.

The second is a photo of Phil sitting in that same spot in the boat looking out at the surrounding city. They are heading for a bridge in the densely populated areas of Amsterdam.

The third is a photo of Wilbur and Phil on the boat, which is now floating down a a wider part of the canals, surrounded by boat houses, apartment buildings and a distant windmill.

The fourth is a selfie of Kristin sitting with Phil, Freddie Badlinu, Eryn and Wilbur on a small ledge in the city. Kristin and Phil and smiling at the camera, Freddie is making a face and Eryn and Wilbur are facing away.

The fifth is a selfie of Kristin in the front row seats of the Twitch Rivals arena for CraftMaster Live. There is a large crowd in the seats behind her.

The sixth is a photo selfie of Kristin with Phil and Sneeg. Phil and Kristin are holding cocktails and Sneeg is throwing a peace sign.

The seventh is a photo of Scott Smajor hugging Kristin.

The eighth is a photo of Kristin standing in front of a wall of plants lit by a yellow and pink neon tube to either side of her. It is night time.

The ninth is a photo of Phil and Kristin on the balcony of their hotel. Behind them the sky is lit orange from the setting sun.

The tenth is a cropped screenshot of an instagram caption by trixtin. It reads “More pictures from the weekend. #boat #acorememory #twitchcon #iatesomanystroopwafels”.

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#misstrixtin #trixtin #kristin #mumza #ph1lza #philza #wilbur soot #badlinu #eryn cyberonix #sneegsnag #scott smajor #mcyt #image id #no id in alt text

[polarsirens]

in what i believe is my funniest case of song + current interest association yet, i am thinking far too hard about mother goose and jack based off of they might be giants' "I Palindrome I"

specifically this part:

"Son, I am able, " she said, "though you scare me." "Watch, " said I, "Beloved, " I said "watch me scare you though." said she, "Able am I, Son."

See the spring of the grandfather clock unwinding (Egad, a base tone denotes a bad age) See the hands of my offspring making windmills (Egad, a base tone denotes a bad age) Dad palindrome Dad

at some point i will probably find a way to make "Birdhouse in Your Soul" about neverafter too lol

a they might be giants song huh? ... sorry i had to get that little chuckle out. man, this is a cool song! the lyrics are really confusing though, trying to understand it makes my head hurt. sort of feels like a song-form representation of all the cut-outs and cracks built in/onto the land of the giants, with two jacks in one world.

really like "birdhouse in your soul" too, just had to pause writing out this reply and listen to it three times in a row! i'd love to hear about it when you connect it with neverafter.

#ask #neverafter spoilers #song recs

[daisyychainssj]

Q!Max being right where you left me by Taylor Swift coded

Okay so I have a bit of time to write the highly anticipated (I doubt literally anyone cares but I neeeeed to talk about this even if i'm just screaming into the void) breakdown on how right where you left me by Taylor Swift is so q!Max coded it's actually outrageous.

"Friends break up, friends get married Strangers get born, strangers get buried Trends change, rumors fly through new skies But I'm right where you left me"

RIGHT OFF THE BAT, When the Spanish and English speakers arrived at the island, Max was one of the first islanders to begin building his base. He was, if i'm not mistaken, the first one to have the revolving base and had used the create mod for his windmill VERY early on. (Back to this later)

"Friends break up, friends get married" The Spanish and English speakers had barely settled in before Marianna broke up with Foolish on the very first day on the island. However, pretty much from the first day on the island there was a vibe between Foolish and Vegetta. There was a mutual respect and admiration for the building skills and a budding friendship blossomed that then became something more. Vegetta himself even saying that after they got paired up to take care of Leo that "you and me are predestined!" and Max has been very close friends with both Vegetta and Foolish since their first day on the island and so has been there for it all. He has also watched as Roier and Cellbit fell in love and got married. And was the judge at the Marianna and Slime trial for Juanna Flippa so had a front row seat to the MULTIPLE make-ups and break-ups they had just that day. All whilst he's just been on the sidelines, watching.

"Strangers get born" Then the eggs were introduced! "strangers get buried" Trumpet, Juanna flippa, Tilin and Bobby have since sadly passed away and despite the immense love the islanders feel for the eggs now, they were strangers, effectively dropped in their laps and told "here these are your responsibility now" Max experienced being given the responsibility of caring for this little egg and then the tragic loss of them. Alone. (RIP DanTDM who wandered away and was never seen again o7) Of course he had the support of his friends but they still had their eggs, the only people who could understand were grieving in their own ways so Max had to grieve through it alone.

And through all of this, Max is in his house with the windmill that he built so early on that became Trumpet's home and nothing has changed or moved except now the grave of his son is there too. Max is essentially "right where you left me"

"Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight" I, I stayed there"

When Trumpet died, Max turned to food and alcohol to try and cope. BBH and Dapper were with him a lot, tried to help him and understand but grief is complicated and complex. Every time a loved one visited him there was such sadness having to see someone they cared about living this way "They say, "What a sad sight""

Once again going back to my first paragraph about Max being one of the first to completely build his base. After everything he has been through the past few months on the island. The loss of Trumpet, the forming of The Theory Bros, being visited by an unknown stranger on the island with blueprints, being killed by the code, building Sofia and bonding with her and beginning to see her as his daughter, losing her to Cellbit changing the access code, her then blue screening with no explanation or way to get her back, starting up his TV show, having to blow up the set for the tv show and along the way losing more eggs that loved him and called him Tio. Through EVERYTHING he still lives in that base from start. Where he bought Trumpet home and then lost him, where he was killed by the code and visited by the stranger and formed his base to theorise with theory bros.

At first I know it's like "well why wouldn't he stay there he put so much time and effort into building it" and that's true but let's look at the other islanders who have experienced significant loss/terrifying events. Slime moved SO far out to exile himself but has now made it a home and built a base there. He's been back to his original base once (I think) to grab some things from Flippa's room and that was an incredibly emotional and tough experience for him. Jaiden, similarly, moved incredibly far away after the loss of Bobby to build a new base as a way to both honour Bobby and allow her to heal. Roier moved in with Cellbit and has only recently (literally last night) went back into the tower he built with and for Bobby to show Richas some of the art in there. Even Cellbit and Forever moved out of the Favela after their big fall out over Richas' custody and Cellbit and Felps being kidnapped. All of these places were built and laboured over for hours and so much care and time went into them but they were attached to incredibly painful memories and grief. Yet. Max stays right there.

"At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right I, I could feel the mascara run You told me that you met someone Glass shattered on the white cloth Everybody moved on"

Max was caught so unaware by the Festa Junina wedding with Forever not being real. Max has very real feeling for Forever and he thought, and hoped that they were reciprocated and believed the wedding was real and meant something real for both of them. Afterwards he was told a couple of times by different people that the weddings held on that day aren't real but he still held onto hope that perhaps Forever felt the same way he did. He had to watch Forever pine after Phil and flirt with BBH. All whilst he is right where he was left, with his heart on his sleeve, just waiting to be loved back.

"You left me no choice but to stay here forever"

Everybody on the island seems to be moving, whether thats changing bases and building new things, and their life changing constantly. Max is still in his house, with the windmill that he's been at since day 1. Almost as if he is holding on to what life was then. There was no grief, no loss, no death. It was the beginning of a vacation and a new start! So he's staying right there, where he was left.

If even (1) person reads this entire thing, I'm sorry for how long it was but i hope you enjoyed it in some way!

#qsmp #qsmp maximus #qsmp rambling #AND HES NOW BEEN KIDNAPPED #LET HIM CATCH A BREAK PLEASE #this is so long im so sorry #taylor swift