#cleaning tree up

[chrisstumps05]

Skid Steer Grapple Bucket in Action

[partfae]

Y’all know I’m the world’s biggest son-of-Orodreth truther, but there is something so undeniably compelling about Gil-galad being Fingolfin’s descendant. Fingolfin and Morgoth paralleling Gil-galad and Sauron. How they’re the only ones strong enough to take these fights on. How they both ultimately sacrifice themselves to impede evil, even if they cannot destroy it.

[s0fter-sin]

trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

[ghostlylulla-by]

There are only two things I like about this town. One of them is the beach. The other one is a secret!

[named-anon]

Evening sketch of de-aged Fay and Granta Omega inspired by call me haunting by @blackkatmagic

[heyclickadee]

“Hey, you okay?”

“I…no.”

“Okay. Talk to me.”

“Phee…what if we made a mistake?”

“What?”

“There is hardly anywhere the Empire is not these days. What if something happens to one of us? To both of us? What if you go out on a mission for Vos and you are killed or”—

“It’s us, brown eyes. And it’s me. I’d like to see the Empire try to keep me down.”

“Then what if one day I wake up and I cannot remember you? Or the girls?”

“Then we’ll help you remember all over again. All of us.”

“But what if”—

“You were having that nightmare about Tantiss, weren’t you?”

“Yes. I…don’t want to…go back to being….”

“Listen, Tech Ninety-Nine Genoa: you are never going back to that ever again. I promise.”

For the day five prompt of ND Tech Week. I’m thinking it takes Tech a little while to get back home, and a little while longer to figure out who he really is. He still has some rough days, and worries in ways he didn’t before. Whatever happened to him, and whatever he did afterwards, was something he couldn’t control—and it kept him away for so much longer than he wanted. Still, every once in while it hits him how much they lost, and how much they got back, and in spite of everything he thinks he must be the luckiest man in the galaxy to have come out the other side. After all, better late than dead. As Phee always says. (Or did that one time.)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS x ISAT part 2: Grandmaster of Time.

(Part 1)

[3-aem]

my mom asked me what i did yesterday and i was like i lived my god damn life and she was actually pleased to hear that like everyone else in my life

[theangrycomet-art]

Loonatics Unleashed: the Vester Clan

cleaned up everybody's designs, including Mrs. Vester

Sylth Vester (early 40's)

Sylth's family has been protecting Blanc for centuries and sometimes that means throwing a coup or throwing the Royal Tweetums off an 80-story building locked in their pretty gilded cage

they are the assigned "bad guys" to blame when something goes wrong and the ones to do the dirty work (it's debated if this role erupted from the discrimination cats face on Blanc or whether it was assigned by a spiteful King who did not care for his heirs)

Grannicus, who realized a little too late that her family was awful, has quietly been arranging them to die or be exiled, working with the Vester Clan

With how young the next-in-line Tweetums was however, he decided to try and show the young canary how to be a decent ruler.

Unfortunately, this backfired horribly

Tweetums liked to "play" and since there were never any consequences for Tweetums' actions- no matter how increasingly inhumane- and Sylth always bounced back mostly intact from his tortures, the spoiled brat never learned

the FINAL straw for Sylth was when Tweetums (roughly 10) decided to "play" with his toddler and cost his son a limb

Polaris Pol" Vester (late 20's)

Immigrated to Acmetropolis to escape the Tweetums rule

though she she wanted to be a movie director, she is currently the camerawoman for reporter Talia Russo

has a plethora of weird skills from the various jobs she had before

really wishes her brother would just let Blanc go

Sylth Orion Vester Jr. (14)

goes almost exclusively by his middle name

crutches hide a pair of cattle prods and small grapplings hooks

basherball fanatic

theatrical little shit

full believer of organized chaos much to his mother's chagrin

low charisma, high charm

Sylvia Andromeda Vester (14)

goes exclusively by her middle name

Acrophobic aviation nerd (she's working on it)

tennis player (wanted to practice smacking small yellow things to death-

she started with badminton but she could never get the birdies back out of the trees- too high

despite being regularly exposed to "real" magic from a young age, she takes great joy in learning/watching slight-of-hand, stage magic

plays the picolo and flute (bc she wasn't getting bullied enough)

if her friends were jumping off a cliff, she wouldn't follow them. Her mama raised a leader- she'd be the first to take the leap!

Both of the twins are very protective of eachother- a good thing given the amount of bullying they gotta deal with- and share a bad habit of going through the house and their parents things for parts for their various robotics projects and inventions with various degrees of success. (RIP Toasty the Toaster XXIII) These two are peak examples of high intelligence low wisdom.

Pixie-Bob (née Lynx) Vester (early 40's)

Former special agent/intelligence officer, currently cybernetics and robotics specialist

designed and built Orion's crutches with some "fun" upgrades from Sylth

met Sylth back in school (he was a visiting foreign exchange student), but the two only got involved romantically when reconnected on her Blanc assignment

moved her family to her hometown, Megakat City

half bobcat on her dad's side and she's gotta a half-brother on her mother's (parents split when she was a kitten and her mom remarried a nice british short hair and had a kid with 'im)

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[dailyhtfboards]

Day 108

Today’s board is:

Ptooey!!

(From TV episode 11A Wingin It)

[dallaswinstons]

rules: put four recent non selfie photos

tagged by: simone @deadpoets and nivi @duncantashi! thank you both for the tag <3

tagging: @notebookmusical, @permanentreverie, @gemmascouts, @ohwarnette, @tuseranita, @wizardhowls, @arthrurian, @aaronstveit, @henwilsons, @bruceewayne, and anyone else who wants to do this!!

[an-albino-pinetree]

Canadian heatwave is still going strong

Fun fact: Kangaroos lick their inner wrists and forearms to keep cool 👍🏻

The ✨saliva✨ chills the blood vessels, lowering their internal temperature

@kookydoodleky ‘s Jaxalope is about the size of a kangaroo, so here’s a messy doodle of the lad

[starfac3]

I FINALLY MET TREE HUGGER AND FLUTTERSHY IS IN LESBIANS WITH HER. this is my art of her.

[roniinoodles]

aaron hotchner is the type of man whos always said if he ever had a pet it would be a big dog (protective, well behaved) but somehow gets into a relationship with someone with either a little dog or cats

[schezo-misadventures]

Climbing trees!

[international-adventurer]

Maria Eleni