#whaaps

[obsesivcreativ]

Sample Curlew Square (needs blocking) in preparation for a 'Knit a Shetland Hat' at @thesillnorthumberland on 25 February, which I'll be supporting. I've tested it in double knitting just to familiarise myself with the design to support knitters on the day. We'll be using beautiful Shetland wool in lovely shades and raise the awareness of curlews in Northumberland. To book for the session look at The Sill's website. ... #knittersofinstagram #knitting #knittedhat #shetlandhat #traditionalcrafts #traditionaltechniques #curlews #curlew #whaaps #intarsia #keepingmeoutoftrouble #northumberland #slowcrafting #slowfashion #knittingaddict #knitstagram #thesill #hat #shetlandwool #handmade #textiles #textileart #textileartist https://www.instagram.com/p/CoSWbu4I27A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kylenesusan]

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A carrot pie! From 1919.

Before pumpkin pie became king, people ate this. Now they’re dead.

Pound of carrots.  Chicka-chicka-chic. [pealing the carrot]

Whaap! Whaap! [chopping] Reloading!

I just love this. [grating the carrots]

Water!

Fire!

Time for pastry!

Welcome to the world. It’s awful.

Do-do-do-do-doot! [rolling out the pastry]

Get in, please. [sweetly] Get in the pan. GET IN!

Moo juice.

Only a half cup of sugar.

Time for some … eggy!

Gn-grrr [Ginger]

Sim-ih-nymm! [Cinnamon]

Time’s up.

Drrrrbrbrbrbrb [mashing the carrots]

Combine all ingredients except for pie shell. Were you really worried that I was going to mix in a *fully constructed pie shell* into this? I’m a *fool*, not an idiot.

This is *frighteningly* liquid!

Who are you? [sweetly]

Hm.

Fascinating.

Hold on.

It’s a pumpkin pie impostor. A bit chewier, but else-wise lovely.

Seriously go give this dude a follow! These are hilarious! 👏

[dailysybil]

Daily Sybil #0046 or Whoop Whoop Whoop

... but I’m broken hearted, whaap whaap whaap but I like to party.

[yourmoonmomma]

Hi! Will it succeed my plan with ♊, ♎, ♎? Will he ♊ text me if he notice that I didnt put whaap story? Tnx

No, no

[burn-like-starss]

Whoop Whoop!!

Okay that kinda looks like whaap

WHOOOOOOOOPP!!!!!!!

[fans-shop]

Boom! Poof! Whaap! Met dit Comic Book Collage - Mouth Mask plak je Corona tegen de vloer. Wel voorzichtig zijn want zelfs met een masker hou je best afstand, anders laten we Marc Van Ranst de verschrikkelijke op u los ;) fanssite.be/nl/comic-book-collage-mouth-mask.html

[gabrielarchangelofthelord]

I’ve been agonising about writing this up on here. I know very few people will read this and I need help. My writing style needs to be on point if I’m every going to make this story work.

Prologue

The dark purple clouds were mottled bruises across the sky and roiled with flashes of silent lightning. No sound of thunder followed. The cliff top was bleak and rotten matching the atmosphere of the weather perfectly. A figure stood on the edge glancing across the vast plain below, his ragged cloak flapped agitatedly against his knees, giving the only sound bar the whistle of the wind. A ‘whaap-whaap’ noise the only thing the person approaching could hear.

As he approached the sound of his heavy footfalls echoed loudly in the silence, the rustle of his breeches as he strode up to the figure before him was louder still. The dark blue eyes of the visitor bore into the figures back, “You need to stop this Brother. You will destroy your home.”

“It is no home of mine, Marren.” The figures voice was deep and gravelly, it sounded dark, dangerous like just his voice would render you unable to fight back. He turned on the spot, a pebble flicking towards the edge at the scuff of his boot. His face was serene and undoubtedly handsome, if it hadn’t been the heavy look of evil on his brow. Black-blue eyes peaked from the heavy hood, Black-blues eyes that used to match the pair staring back. “You were my older brother Marren, and yet that was never a home. Join me, I can cleanse this place.”

The crack of the thunder was loud to the comparative silence of the instance before, as it settled the aforementioned Marren shifted, quicker than normal eyes could see a sword and battle axe clashed sending another thunderous crash through the air. “I cannot let you, Garrett.”

Sword and battle axe clashed, their wielders silent for a while. Marren skidded across the rock spreading pebbles and small rocks flicking all directions, his long two-handed claymore scratched along the rock digging a thin groove in its wake. As Marren came to a halt, his brother as came to a stop, his double-handed, twin bladed battle axe drew sparks in an arch as he to landed flinging pebbles in all direction. Both men were equally matched in hand to hand and weapons warfare. They had been trained together from an early age.

War had been a long-standing tradition for the people of the plains. Tribes warring with tribes. Man vs man, man vs woman and woman vs woman. Those who did not wield a weapon would surely still bleed on them, so everyone capable of fighting would learn how to fight. The two men had been the best of their tribe. Until one day when Garrett had left and never returned. As the fighting seemed to subside and tribe started settling among the plains a dark presence had grown in the fringes close to the mountains. However, these two men were proficient in more than just hand-to-hand and weapon combat. They were also proficient magic users.

Weather, weapon control, elementals, psychics, psychometrics, and so many more were spread among their people. In a generation, some one might appear that could use more than one type of magic, these two brothers who had come from ma long line of tribal royalty were both proficient in elemental control, telekinesis, and dabbled in a few others. But this would be new for both brothers, neither faced the other in true battle and they had been separated for more than two years. More than enough time to learn new tricks and become someone the other no longer noticed.

The battle that commenced, was long, harrowing and would end in death.

I had to tell you this story, for this was where it started, nearly four hundred summers ago. I had heard the legend of course, they had been family, long distant family, forgotten and diluted into legend, but they had been family. They both died that day, according to the story my father told me as a child. I just never thought that story would ever become my own.

Let this be a warning to any future generations my brother or I may sire, it may never be over.

[fashion-view]

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[englishlistwords]

Whaap/whaup

n.The European curlew; called also awp, whaup, great whaup, and stock whaup.

n.The whimbrel; called also May whaup, little whaup, and tang whaup.

[greeneyedsims]

Usher puts sound effects to his moves...

 pang-pow-chigga-whaap...!

Usher:  How you like that, T?!  How you like that! *bounces in place* ..Aaayeee!

The basement is filled with a loud, funky hip hop tune on the stereo, thats got Tina bouncing and swaying too.

Tina: That’s tight! Ahh, you feelin’ that..Get it baby!  *cheesin*

[bluehoos]

Work: Where are you? You're supposed to be here at noon!

Me:

Work:

Me:

Work: .....

Me: Last night I was driving, and I almost ran over this deer, and then it was like staring at me and shit, and then my feet were in goop, and my bike could totally fly, oh yea, I was riding a bike, so I'm like in space or something now, they keep calling it an 'abduction' and I'm like "nooo, I think it only counts if you have a candy or a puppy."

Work:.....

Me: soooo, I probably can't come in today, maybe not tomorrow either, I'll text/hologram you when I know ttyl xx

[gabrielarchangelofthelord]

The dark purple clouds were mottled bruises across the sky and roiled with flashes of silent lightning. No sound of thunder followed. The cliff top was bleak and rotten matching the atmosphere of the weather perfectly. A figure stood on the edge glancing across the vast plain below, his ragged cloak flapped agitatedly against his knees, giving the only sound bar the whistle of the wind. A ‘whaap-whaap’ noise the only thing the person approaching could hear.

As he approached the sound of his heavy footfalls echoed loudly in the silence, the rustle of his breeches as he strode up to the figure before him was louder still. The dark blue eyes of the visitor bore into the figures back, “You need to stop this Brother. You will destroy your home.”

“It is no home of mine, Marren.” The figures voice was deep and gravelly, it sounded dark, dangerous like just his voice would render you unable to fight back. He turned on the spot, a pebble flicking towards the edge at the scuff of his boot. His face was serene and undoubtedly handsome, if it hadn’t been the heavy look of evil on his brow. Black-blue eyes peaked from the heavy hood, Black-blues eyes that used to match the pair staring back. “You were my older brother Marren, and yet that was never a home. Join me, I can cleanse this place.”

The crack of the thunder was loud to the comparative silence of the instance before, as it settled the aforementioned Marren shifted, quicker than normal eyes could see a sword and battle axe clashed sending another thunderous crash through the air. “I cannot let you, Garrett.”

Sword and battle axe clashed, their wielders silent for a while. Marren skidded across the rock spreading pebbles and small rocks flicking all directions, his long two-handed claymore scratched along the rock digging a thin groove in its wake. As Marren came to a halt, his brother as came to a stop, his double-handed, twin bladed battle axe drew sparks in an arch as he to landed flinging pebbles in all direction. Both men were equally matched in hand to hand and weapons warfare. They had been trained together from an early age.

War had been a long-standing tradition for the people of the plains. Tribes warring with tribes. Man vs man, man vs woman and woman vs woman. Those who did not wield a weapon would surely still bleed on them, so everyone capable of fighting would learn how to fight. The two men had been the best of their tribe. Until one day when Garrett had left and never returned. As the fighting seemed to subside and tribe started settling among the plains a dark presence had grown in the fringes close to the mountains. However, these two men were proficient in more than just hand-to-hand and weapon combat. They were also proficient magic users.l

Weather, weapon control, elementals, psychics, psychometrics, and so many more were spread among their people. In a generation, some one might appear that could use more than one type of magic, these two brothers who had come from ma long line of tribal royalty were both proficient in elemental control, telekinesis, and dabbled in a few others. But this would be new for both brothers, neither faced the other in true battle and they had been separated for more than two years. More than enough time to learn new tricks and become someone the other no longer noticed.

The battle that commenced, was long, harrowing and would end in death.

I had to tell you this story, for this was where it started, nearly four hundred summers ago. I had heard the legend of course, they had been family, long distant family, forgotten and diluted into legend, but they had been family. They both died that day, according to the story my father told me as a child. I just never thought that story would ever become my own.

Let this be a warning to any future generations my brother or I may sire, it may never be over.