Sword Illustrations by Ma-Ko (2018-21)
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Sword Illustrations by Ma-Ko (2018-21)
you can do it, magikarp!
[art by me - neonscrapyard]
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Gold, sapphire, carnelian, and emerald ring discovered by a metal detectorist near Norfolk, England, 12th-13th century
Iām ready to be transformed by the ibuprofen . Iām ready to be born again in its purifying light.
If you marathon the first 3 John Wick movies you really get to feel that it's only been a few weeks since his wife died and this man just can't catch a fucking break jesus christ
my hips don't lie but they will exaggerate details, misrepresent the facts, and on occasion deceive via omission of crucial information
It just occurred to me that people do not know about what some people make chicken coops out of and itās a Shame
Please, enlighten us
So the thing with chickens are, they are adaptableĀ and frankly, do not care.
you
can
use
just
about
anything
Here are some more that I like:
@kedreeva
@windvexer
@elodieunderglass ?
Endless creativity! Thank you!
@joy-and-whimsy-official
Joy and whimsy detected! These chicken coops are joyful and whimsical!
note: some of these are good stealth coops which are typically employed when owning chickens in your area is unlawful but you really really want to anyway
Yelling āwe got companyā right before being attacked by a horde of enemies probably feels good as fuck for an action protagonist
this and also if youāre going to have people commission you for fics, if youāre going to link your ko-fi or ways for people to donate or give you money in any way, shape or form, make sure you talk about it outside of ao3. you canāt mention anything about money or donations on ao3, as it is against the siteās terms of service and yes, you absolutely can get reported for it.
link your tumblr on ao3 and then link your ko-fi all over your tumblr if you want. but donāt directly link your ko-fi, onlyfans, gofundme, patreon or any other monetization platforms on ao3.
Least Bittern (Ixobrychus exilis). They do this fairly often, straddle reeds as a spot and catch fish and insects without having to fly.
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from The Memory Palace, by Nate DiMeo
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Republicans love immigrant #PeterThiel and his rampant drug use. Republicans look right past his homosexuality. Republicans love his Big Government Palantir tracking your every move.
This all shows that it's not about invasive, gay, immigrant, ketamine addicts. All that matters is who serves fascist white nationalism.
Where are the major news platforms on this? Why arenāt they reporting on this?
The concept of the Hawkins gang forever being a little unsettling to outsiderās eyes.
Thereās the obvious, of course, the fact that they are dangerous people who handle tense situations with off putting ease.
One parent gets a little violent mid baseball game and Steve is there, steady, voice firm, shielding the teen referee with his own body and thereās something about it that makes the man back off. Only after the fact does he seem to realize that heād grabbed a bat, casually, as if ready to swing it if necessary.
They send little naive intern Nancy Wheeler to cover a student protest and actual war reporters think sheās one of their own within seconds of seeing her on the field. Thereās something haunted in her eyes and a firmness in her stand, the way she eyes the riot policeās weapons carefully⦠like sheās ready to take them.
Robin seems like all rainbow and sunshineās upon first meeting her but the first time her new friends take her to the club the canāt help but notice how her demeanor changes under the flickering lights, how her eyes dart to the exits and her body tenses as if expecting a fight. They assume there just arenāt any gay clubs in Hawkins, that maybe sheās still on edge.
Itās the teacher that notice something off with Jonathan, because he mostly keeps to himself. But thereās something in his scripts, in the images he pitches, in how he portrays horror and violence and pain that makes them worry. Itās the way he doesnāt flinch away from it, actually, that he forces you to look. Itās not even cruelty but normalization. But then heās the nicest to other quiet or shy students, and makes a point to ensure everyone is accounted for after a night out with his few friends. They donāt know what to make of it.
The kids arenāt exempt of this either.
Mikeās is almost a given, as a writer, the horrors he builds in his world attract thousands of readers, but his mentors squirm and wonder where sharpness of his descriptions come from. People have commented on how he can describe the exact smell of fear and spilled blood.
Lucasās is more quiet, the steadiness of a foot soldier. Heās all smiles and warmth with his new group of friends until he sees someone being pushed around from the corner of his eyes and heās stepping in, a firm hand on a shoulder, a steady shove against a wall, a whispered warning that doesnāt require repeating. There are no empty threats there.
Thereās something more eery about Will and his new friends definitely notice the way he seems to know where everyone is at all times, how you just cannot sneak up on him, how his eyes go distant sometimes like heās searching for something he canāt quite reach anymore.
Itās Dustin who catches people off guard more often, because his outgoing and easy demeanor stands out the most amongst his nerdier colleagues, but heās warm and sunny and makes a point to make everyone feel welcome up until the moment a line is crossed. That line is simple and itās kindness and the moment itās lost thereās a fire in the kid that turns him into the protector of the shy ones around him. It takes watching him throw a single punch to know it isnāt his first brawl.
Max on the other hand has always been āa handfulā according to every adult in her life and if they thought a year and a half in a coma would smooth down her edges they were dead wrong. If nothing else, she seems more reckless, more forward, particularly in the skating world she gains the reputation of being a little too fearless, like she forgets sometimes that she can get hurt, that sheās not immortalized in someoneās dream.
No one would dare mess with the girl from the cabin at the edge of town. Sheās quiet and reserved and sweet⦠she still manages to make friends at the local tavern and becomes an excellent teacher particularly for kids who are struggling with language and learning, but thereās a sharpness in her eyes, like she can peek into your soul, that makes grown men weary and older women whisper about shadow dreams and dark paths.
And then, and then, things happen when you put them together in a room.
Most people wouldnāt be able to put into words what it is about them that sets their primal instincts off, like they are suddenly in the presence of predators. Hunters. Something in the way they eye the exits, how they stands shoulder to shoulder, how all their heads snap as one towards any surprising noise in the dark, how they seem to communicate with a look, how they fall in line like a platoon. A pack.
If they werenāt so young, some might think they are veterans, old war buddies.
But they are so young, from a small sheltered town in Indiana. What war could they have fought?