#Large wave

[captainkirkk]

Never realised how cursed kangaroos were until last night. I'm camping and 3/4 of my tent is surrounded by bush which must've freaked out the local wildlife. Waking up in the middle of the black night to the sound of HOPPING and shuffling outside your tent then a little nose loudly sniffing right near your head is a uniquely horrifying experience. Totally forgot I was Australian for good minute and thought I was going to be taken by something from the Blair Witch Project before I remember kangaroos exist

[qqueenofhades]

The number of white, ostensibly liberal male political pundits insisting that elections in the Biden/post-Dobbs era are just Completely Unpredictable and Wild sure is something, huh.

[violent138]

None of the Batfam can be relied upon to pick up even one of eighty calls, but they will chew out anyone who misses one of their calls.

[northerlyy]

Large Lace-border Moth (Scopula limboundata) (Top) and Dot-lined Wave (Idaea tacturata) (Bottom), taken May 20, 2025, in Georgia, US

At a glance, two quite similar looking moths! When put next to each other or under the experienced eye, though, they can be quite easily differentiated. S. limboundata has a creamy overall coloration, while I. tacturata is more white and brown. I. tacturata is also noticeably smaller when they're not cropped to be the same size lol. They do, however, have the same general pattern, even with the same dark dots on each of their wings! You can see, though, that I. tacturata has dots down its abdomen that S. limboundata lacks. Regardless of their similarities and differences, both are very striking moths!

[kindahoping4forever]

Luke for Spotify Wrapped

[krumpkin]

Amerigo Vespucci 😊

[jadafitch]

Inspired by the recent storms, here's a great cormorant facing the wind.

[soupandsorcery]

A letter, written in a de Riva cipher and sealed after the fall of Weisshaupt, delivered to The Cantori Diamond one week after the disappearance of Nicolo de Riva into the Fade

Viago:

I've got a joke for you. Two Crows and a Warden walk into Weisshaupt and almost don't make it back out again. There's not really a punchline, actually. Just an Archdemon and a giant fucking face in the clouds. Weisshaupt was probably the scariest thing that's ever happened to me, and there were a lot of times when I thought I wasn't going to make it out of there. That made me start thinking about my life and things I wished I'd done and said. Which made me start thinking about you.

I know we don't do emotions or talking about feelings or whatever it is normal families do, but I'm just going to say this. If you end up reading it, then I'm probably dead anyway, so you can't scowl at me.

Thank you. I could go down the whole list of the whys, but let's just say I owe a lot to House de Riva—and to you. I wouldn't have made it this far without your help and your weird way of showing your faith in me. I figured out a while ago that you're hard on me because you want me to live up to my potential or whatever. And I tried, Viago. I really did. I saw this contract through as well as I could for as long as I could, and I tried to be a credit to my training. To you. Ask Lucanis if you don't believe me. It kept me going when I didn't think I could, imagining the look on your face if I gave up. So thanks for being a bossy nag too. I guess most good older brothers are, and I know there aren't that many good older brothers in our line of work.

Take care of Teia. Tell her I love her and she's always been the best of the Talons. Let her take care of you sometimes too. You deserve it.

Love you, Viago. Sorry I never said it to your face.

—Nico

[little-red-fool]

I think having a small apartment with a balcony right by the sea somewhere warm would fix me.

[ninelikesgames]

[rat-rosemary]

yeah like and dream Made an story highlighting the picture with dr donut holding his wait like this is very unserious to him, we can breath this isn't a Big deal one way or another

Deep breaths everyone, if Dream has a relationship with that girl he also has one with the guy who's almost railing him in public

[terresdebrume]

I keep going back and forth on the topic of where I fall on the allo/aro spectrum, partially because I kind of like. Don't wanna be aro (I'm already trans, queer and autistic with depressive tendencies, I don't need to add another thing to the list)

But another part of it is that even if I am capable of romantic love I probably just wouldn't know, because I already don't really know what platonic love feels like? And I'm not saying I can't love anything or anything like that it's just. Like many other emotions, I kind of have to retroingeneer it, sort of

I know I love my cats, not because I feel a surge of Something when I look at them, but because it makes me smile when they do something cute—my face knows what I'm feeling in those moments, I'm not sure I do. I know I love them because when Pouet died I cried every day for a month and I still cry sometimes, when I think about her. I know I love my cats because my brain keeps lighting up with fear signals when they're sleeping and I don't immediately see their chest move as they breathe.

I know what anxiety feels like, I know what anger feels like (when it explodes), I know what depression feels like because I dealt with them for so long I learned to recognize their physical symptoms! If these emotions didn't leave specific signals in my body then I'm not sure I'd know what they are.

And the thing is... I don't really like. Know what love or affection feels like, I think. Yes I can feel myself smile when I speak to certain people, but I also habitually smile at everybody because it makes things easier socially. I know I like people because if they ask me if I want to do an activity I either say yes or I have regrets about saying no.

My point is: I feel like I don't know my emotions so much as I know the buttons they push in my body, so to speak, but the problem about platonic/romantic love is that I can't imagine they make that different a shame, so who's to say which one it is?

It's funny, in a way, that I don't know something like that at my age. It's also really inconvenient, tbh. There's not really a reason for me to think about this rn except sometimes if I meet a cool dude whom I know is gay I wonder for a minute or two what a relationship with him would be like (which I'm going to assume is not that weird a thing to do) and the last time that happened led to, well. Ponderings about romance I guess

Anyway, the tl;Dr is that it took me decades to figure out the emotions I can recognize now, and I've largely approached social interactions with the inner spirit of a wet Chihuahua for most of that time, so how the fuck do I know if I can't identify those because I'm shit at self understanding or because I don't feel them???

Idk, it's complicated

(Tho honestly it would also be a little bit hilarious if after all this shit I landed on nah just aro. Not my preferred option right now but eh xD)

[strilondism]

dirk in the guillotine, for @insufferable-homestuck

[captainscurvysvitaminc]

(same anon lol)

Frank can unfortunately handle a lot of pain but it gets to much at times. Once John walks into the house to frank laying on the floor bc he cant get up when he fell from the pain and he's just crying silently, from the pain and the embarrassment that he needs help. Anyway John than hightails himself to a phone call with franks doctor and throwing his weight and dedication around with the insurance or whatever to get him the physical therapy, medication and whatever frank needs to ensure that this level of preventable pain doesn't happen

(They also have a supply of opioids in the house that only john and robby know the location of and are in complete control of in case something happens or it gets truly unmanageable to give them time to get to the doctor)

Hello again!

Before I get into the absolutely delicious hurt/comfort possibilities, I do want to make a quick (Austen from the future here, QUICK hahahahaha) point that is essential to how I think about and write Frank as an addict with chronic and breakthrough pain.

Nonopioid therapies are at least as effective as opioids for many common types of acute pain.

I also want to caution folks that depending on the person and where they are in their recovery journey, hiding their meds from them (especially when severity of their pain may have been a contributing factor to their improper substance use in the first place) can be dangerous, counter-productive and unnecessarily stigmatizing/infantilizing.

Especially when we consider that Frank, once he's been back at work for a while, will have access to both opioid and nonopioid medications. He will be able to prescribe/administer again. Not trusting him to skim from his prescribed and very necessary medications at home but trusting him with those same medications at work would not make a lot of sense.

Plus, with his and John's schedules, it's very likely that at some point he will experience breakthrough pain alone at home. Forcing someone in severe acute pain who has demonstrated their commitment to sobriety to wait for another person to be able to get over to the house to find their hidden medication is pretty cruel and unusual.

That being said, it's likely Frank will be prescribed small amounts of these medications at a time, depending on how often he tends to experience breakthrough pain and that when he takes them, why, how many, would be kept track of. Of course, if he has to take them during work, he'd report to Robby. Outside of work, addicts might report to a family member, a sponsor, etc.

Unfortunately for everyone who comes anywhere near me, I will never stop speaking against the very popular notion that addicts must be never be given an ounce of trust again despite doing the work or they'll immediately relapse. It's especially pernicious with addicts who experience chronic pain.

Okay. I'll get off my soap box. I understand if you're already stopped reading.

It's so true that Frank would push past his limits and maintain that he's fine even when he should rest. Even when he's in pain. If ever a man had a hang up about "proving himself" it's Francis Langdon.

I totally believe that he'd be ... I don't know ... painting the living room by himself because he and Shen have been putting it off forever and he wants to surprise Shen when he gets home. He doesn't take enough breaks. He pushes himself to get it done in time, his back is killing him, he falls off the fucking ladder.

So there he is, on the floor, can't stand up to get his meds even if he wanted to because not only is he in so much pain, but he might have actually done something serious to his back when he fell and moving too much will only exacerbate.

Thankfully, his phone actually landed face up when it went crashing out of his pocket. Siri can call John for him.

He has to call a few times, because Shen is busy. He knows Shen is busy. Tears are already streaming down his cheeks from the shame.

He gets ahold of John and delicious angst in love conversation and John convinces him to dial 911 because no one should be moving him without proper equipment right now. They bring him into PTMC and ugh the POTENTIAAAAAL if I didn't have other things to write right now I'd drop so much into this reply.

I agree that John Shen is a nightmare (positive) when anything gets in the way of Frank getting the care he needs and I hope either I or someone else in our gorgeous community writes in one day because that's hot as fuck.

[gummi-ships]

I found a glitch where Riku's keyblade retains its surfboard shape after activating a reality shift. It's only supposed to be covered in water like that while attacking. So if you ever wanted a better look at it here you go

Also we don't talk about surfer Riku enough... It's such a fun idea look at him shred

[rozzywell]

Rewatching knight rider has made me more keenly aware of the gradual shift Michael goes through from being more obviously kinda cowboy esque to more of a city boy. Neither one is suuuuper super pronounced but like. Later s3 and s4 he barely even wears the slutty cowboy boots and big belt buckles anymore. What happened.... slutty cowboy boots come back.... now he drives a convertible and wants to go sailing....