#rustling

[finch]

[dougielombax]

What do you mean the Jimmies have been rustled?!

*DEATH METAL COVER OF THE TELETUBBIES THEME TUNE BEGINS TO PLAY*

Oh, SHIT!!!!

[smbhax]

From "Mission on Earth" in Journey into Mystery #22, February 1955. Pencils by Art Peddy.

Info from @grandcomicsdatabase

[lilulicious]

November 2025 Drabble Challenge

Day 27 Prompt: Rustling Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Lilu McLovin (OC) Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Lilu McLovin (established romantic) Lilu McLovin (OC): female, Latinx, 27, 5’9”, 160lb, curvy/fit, light/med brown complexion, red hair in a bob, size 12. Former US Army Ranger, Sgt 1st Class, Sniper, support for OXE/SHIELD Word Count: 100 Warnings: None Summary: Lilu and Bucky are meeting Sam at the Watchtower for an assignment, but Lilu didn't eat breakfast. Lilu, not take care of herself? Not on Bucky's watch. READ ON AO3 or CONTINUE READING BELOW

Not on Bucky's Watch

"Where's Bucky?" asked Sam.

"I don't know," I shrugged, helplessly. "We left the house together but he said he needed to take a detour."

The elevator opened and Bucky materialized. Nodding at Sam, he sidled up to me and I could hear a slight rustling as he pulled a small Breads Bakery bag from his jacket.

"I got you some chocolate rugelach. You didn't eat breakfast, doll. It's going to be a long day."

"Awww, Bucky." I gave him a kiss. Sam was shaking his head.

"You two are sickening," he complained, then he smiled at us. "Don't ever stop."

[leavestreesandwhateveriplease]

and you are that honeysuckle breeze

Daylily by Movements

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

Wandering a Cornfield by Cemetery Ridge Films

(reminder: this blog is jumpscare free)

[oh-dear-so-queer]

But when they looked like trees, it was like strangely human trees, and when they looked like people, it was strangely branchy and leafy people – and all the time that queer lilting, rustling, cool, merry noise.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian" - C. S. Lewis

[theoutcastrogue]

Rustlers, pirates, traders, and raiders in the Iliad and the Odyssey

[by Roderick Beaton]

In both epics, the main story of heroic words and deeds is punctuated by little vignettes drawn from everyday activities such as farming, hunting, or seafaring. These would have been part of the familiar experience of the poems’ audiences. Known as ‘epic similes’, many of these vignettes seem to open up windows that enable us to look into the lives and experience of ordinary Greeks living in the eighth century BCE. [...]

Even in time of peace, in both poems a typical activity is to go rustling somebody else’s livestock. In the Iliad the worldly-wise old windbag Nestor tells the story of how he first won his spurs in a glorified cattle-raid that blew up into a mini-war when things got out of hand. Odysseus, while still a boy, had been sent by his father from Ithaca to the mainland to reclaim three hundred stolen sheep. And at the end of the Odyssey, when he has killed the suitors who had been besieging his wife and depleting his stores, the hero knows only one way to begin to recoup his losses:

I have to go on raids, to steal replacements for all the sheep those swaggering suitors killed, and get the other Greeks to give me more, until I fill my folds. [Od. 24.357–360]

Activities such as these seem to be taken for granted by poet and audience alike, because they elicit no comment. Another is trading by sea, something that we know Greeks were once again doing on a large scale by the eighth century BCE. Usually, in the Odyssey, sea traders are depicted as Phoenicians. They are usually also devious tricksters—though hardly worse in this respect than the hero himself, Odysseus ‘of many wiles’. As in many other societies of later times, trade is presented as no occupation for a gentleman, still less for an epic hero. But Odysseus, that master of disguise, is several times permitted to pretend to be a trader—and even the goddess Athena is not above doing the same on occasion. Often the line between legitimate exchange of goods and piracy or plunder appears to be easily crossed. The Cyclops, the savage giant with one eye, shortly before he starts to eat his uninvited guests for dinner, suspiciously demands of Odysseus, newly arrived at his cave:

   Where did you come from across the watery depths? Are you on business, or roaming round without a goal, like pirates, who risk their lives to bring disaster to other people? [Od. 9.252–256]

Although heroes on the battlefield are expected to have higher motives, the force that drives ordinary people in the real world of the eighth century BCE is the brute reality of hunger and the fear of starvation. In another of his disguises, this time as a decrepit old beggar, Odysseus gives voice to a motivation that listeners to the poem would surely have had no difficulty in recognising:

There is no way to hide a hungry belly. It is insistent, and the curse of hunger is why we sail across the relentless seas, and plunder other people. [Od. 17.288–290]

– Roderick Beaton, The Greeks: A Global History (Basic Books, 2021); the Odyssey quotes are from Emily Wilson’s translation (W.W. Norton, 2018)