#Prize Distribution

[floccesyfluff-fest]

"Excellent work, hunters! Come get your prizes at your earliest convenience! It was fun meeting you. I will hereby lovingly refer to you lot as... Maverick Hunters."

Everyone gets a Bandana with the Maverick Symbol on it. However, when coming to get their prizes; Asteria, Celeste, Lucas, and Svern get a strange looking trigger device and a pager. It seems Gatz isn't quite done with you.

@forjustice and @vixletserenity receives: 1 Master Ball @timebranded receives: 3 Ability Patches @mirroredranger receives: 3 Ability Capsules @neodarkdark and @horizonboundtrainer receives: 2 Amulet Coins @unovasrose receives: A shirt that says "I participated in the Floccesy Fluff Scavenger Hunt and all I got was this stupid shirt"

[abhiray59]

Cycle of Life #Blogaberryzdazzle

Once in a while, it dawns upon us that we are moving in a cycle, some in a smaller, others in a bigger one. This blog post is my second post as part of ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla in collaboration with Dr. Preeti Chauhan. “Sir, the school management would be honoured to have you as Chief Guest for our Annual Day Function”, the Principal of local senior…

[townpostin]

JRD Tata Inter School Quiz Scheduled for July 25, 2024

The JRD Tata Inter School Quiz will be held on July 25, 2024, at the Michael John Auditorium, Bistupur, Jamshedpur. The event will feature Mrs. Rupa Mahanty as the chief guest and Mr. Deepak Kamath as the quiz master. JAMSHEDPUR – The JRD Tata Inter School Quiz is set to take place on July 25, 2024, at the Michael John Auditorium in Bistupur, Jamshedpur. The quiz will begin with the finale at…

[algoworks]

Crowning the champions! 🏏🏆

🏏🏆 The moment we've all been waiting for! 🥳🏅 Congratulations to the champions and heroes of our cricket tournament. 🏆👏 Join us for the prize distribution ceremony to honor the skill, spirit, and sportsmanship that made this tournament unforgettable! 🎉🔥

Men's Cricket Tournament Winner: Algowarriors

Men's Cricket Tournament Runner Up: Salesforce United

Women's Cricket Tournament Winner: Fearless Fighter

Women's Cricket Tournament Runner Up: Algostrikers

[butchkaramazov]

NO WAY WE WON FIRST PLACE IN MUSIC

[rightnewshindi]

शिक्षा मंत्री ने रोहडू में ग्लोरी इंटरनेशनल पब्लिक स्कूल के 19वें वार्षिक पुरस्कार वितरण समारोह में की शिरकत

शिक्षा मंत्री ने रोहडू में ग्लोरी इंटरनेशनल पब्लिक स्कूल के 19वें वार्षिक पुरस्कार वितरण समारोह में की शिरकत #RohitThakur #Education #News

Shimla News: शिक्षा मंत्री रोहित ठाकुर आज एक दिवसीय प्रवास के दौरान रोहडू विधानसभा क्षेत्र के अंतर्गत राजकीय स्नात्तकोत्तर महाविद्यालय सीमा (रोहडू) के सभागार मे ग्लोरी इंटरनेशनल पब्लिक स्कूल (रोहडू) के 19वें वार्षिक पुरस्कार वितरण समारोह में मुख्यतिथि के रूप मे उपस्थित रहे।   सभागार मे आयोजित एक भव्य समारोह में शिक्षा मंत्री ने उपस्थित सभी विद्यार्थियों, अभिभावकों एवं अन्य लोगों को सम्बोधित…

[sandersstudies]

As someone who works with kids: yes I have favorite kids.

But I also have favorite adults? I like humans who are kind, who use teamwork, who have a good sense of humor, no matter what their age.

I try very hard not to show favoritism to my students, giving any of them privileges or sparing any of them from consequences just because I like them, but that’s something I do via conscious effort.

Can we all take turns having this privilege? Can we let students make decisions as a group? Can we make rules clear enough that enforcing them equitably is easy? Can I get an outside opinion before distributing a prize or delivering a consequence?

[thatweirdtranny]

you know? it’s really fucking wild that my actual opinions about israel/palestine — not the opinions people assume i have based off bad faith interpretations of my posts or what others have said my opinions are — are so fucking controversial???

my opinions:

a permanent ceasefire that everyone involved will adhere to needs to happen, and this ceasefire needs to at the very least include bringing the hostages home and allowing distribution of aid to palestinians

on that note, aid needs to be given to palestinian civilians in a manner that ensures they will actually receive it

netanyahu needs to go (not controversial but it needs to be said)

hamas needs to go (somehow this is a controversial statement?????)

tokenizing jews who agree with you while demonizing the other 80+ percent of jews is bad

palestinians and israelis are both entitled to this region of land and ideally a 2-state solution should be the goal, but any solution that a) respects the humanity and safety of both jews and palestinians, and b) is based in reality, is acceptable

the land of israel is the homeland of both jews and palestinians and both deserve to live there in peace

jews and palestinians deserve to safely visit their holiest places

people in general deserve not to suffer through wars, and i’d personally love if the next ceasefire doesn’t get broken and if this cycle of violence could be broken

the antizionist movement has a problem with antisemitism

there is an extreme amount of misinformation surrounding this conflict that gets spread widely without any consideration or scrutiny

oct 7 was a heinous and disgusting act of evil, and anyone justifying it as an act of resistance needs to understand that most jews are terrified of you and rightly so

NOT my opinions:

palestinian children deserve to die

palestinians don’t deserve a state

islamophobia is okay

anti-arab sentiment is okay

anything that could be described as kahanism

antizionist jews deserve to be targets of antisemitism

anyways!! i am once again begging people to support solidarity organizations that promote peace between israelis and palestinians like: standing together, allmep, eco peace, etc

[townpostin]

LIC East Central Zonal Chess Tournament 2024 Concludes in Jamshedpur

WGM Kiran Manisha Mohanty and Ashutosh Mohapatra clinch top spots in intense competition The LIC East Central Zonal Chess Tournament 2024 wrapped up with impressive performances from top regional players in both men’s and women’s categories. JAMSHEDPUR – The two-day LIC East Central Zonal Chess Tournament 2024 concluded at Jeevan Prakash Building, Bistupur, showcasing fierce competition among…

[itsfantasticac]

Super Monkey Ball plushes, distributed by Sega through prize catchers in 2002.

Arcadia magazine No. 21 (Feb. 1, '02), pg. 160

[gildead]

As soon as Daggett lets slip about the missing person, Gold's stomach lurches. He's talked with Creech a couple of times now, predominantly through the same group chat that united to rescue him months ago. While she'd been a bit quiet recently, he simply assumed she had her own worries to attend to.

Nothing good came out of people going missing in his experience, whether it be him, his adoptive father, or anybody else. This was no different.

It's Celebi who speaks first as they try to sit themselves up, their arm shaking weakly. "This sounds like no mere coincidence," they say, "If the forest were capable of this travesty, then stealing somebody away is no difficult--"

"But we don't even know if that's what happened here." Gold cast Celebi a worried glance before nodding to his Typhlosion, who took the injured Celebi off of Gold's shoulder and into her own motherly arms.

Gold looks back to Norbert and Daggett, wringing his sleeves. They were far closer to Creech than anybody else he knew. If something had happened to her, they would have the best idea of where to go looking first. "Norbert, Daggett... are these her woods?"

He coughs. "Sorry. I mean, uh..."

"Does she live around here? Or go to this place normally?"

"Well sure! We know LOTS of things, Gold!" Daggett beamed, raising both arms towards Gold in what seemed like excitement, until...

"Ee--just, uh, not this things--uh, these things."

Yep, when it comes to this maze of disastrous proportions, Gold could consider the beavers positively lost within its confines. Concept and directions-wise. They were lucky Daggett caught the voices of suffering townspeople, or else they might have never come across the remains of this town.

Even worse, there were more settlements out there somewhere.

By the sounds of it (and the looks of the magical onion of pank proportionès in Gold's arms), this whole thing was affecting more than just the environment...

"Sorry to dish-appoint, Goldeh-boy... but we know just about as much about this as you do." With the exception of the silly voice to start, Norbert's voice grew quite gentle as the statement went on--devoid of the usual... unusual quirks it carried.

"Which is aaaaabsolutelyyyyy...!!!! Uh... nothing, actually."

Daggett's last comment made, it would merely confirm the lack of any obvious knowledge...

Once again, until...

"...Oh yeah, except Creech is missing. That part's kinda important."

[discordantwords]

Golden Ticket

Years after an odd, gruesome, and highly publicised breakdown ruined his career, a disgraced candymaker has abruptly reopened his factory. His motives are shrouded in mystery, something that only serves to inflame the curious public. To celebrate his triumphant return, he launches a contest: five golden tickets hidden at random in chocolate bars distributed throughout London. The lucky recipients of those tickets are promised an experience they will never forget.

And so, on one cold morning in January, five winners gather to claim their prize. John Watson is among them.

_____

Chapter 1 is now posted!

Here it is at last, the not-so-cracky crackfic that has been haunting me for the majority of the last decade. It should end up being around 10 chapters judging by my outline, but that may change.

[braintamer]

Patriarchal body positivity: fat bitches are welcome in the patriarchy as long as they know their place

Of course, as a woman, you should make attracting men your top priority. If you're single (unowned), you should be trying to attract men, and if you are owned, you should try to be as pretty as possible for your owner. But what do we find attractive? We all have our own preferences, but the one thing i think we all want is variety, no woman is worthy of having a man all to herself, and no man should have to settle for one woman. We deserve a wide variety of toys to play with. If I wake up one morning and decide that I want to fuck a black girl with green eyes and a fat ass, thats exactly what I'll do. My other girls can sit back and watch if they're lucky. This also means we deserve a diverse selection of body shapes and sizes to fuck.

Of course, all girls are property, so if man wants you to lose weight, you lose weight, and if a man wants you to gain weight, you gain weight, that should be simple enough to follow.

But what place do fatties have in patriarchy? That depends mostly on your fat distribution and general appearance. They should all be teased for their gluttony, but pretty girls with big asses and titties should be treated like prize pigs, while ugly girls with small saggy tits and square asses should just be treated like pigs. Pretty piggies get a team of servant girls feeding them their favorite meals, giving them foot rubs, and helping them with daily tasks like bathing when they get too fat to do it on their own. Ugly hogs should be treated like disgusting slobs, constantly told how fat and useless they are. These piggies should be forced to live in a barn, fed slop from a trough, and have their big flabby bodies hosed down weekly.

All this is to say, if you're a fatty, you don't necessarily have to lose weight in order to serve the patriarchy, you just have to find a man who likes your fat body, and be a good little piggy for him. 🐽

[qwimblenorrisstan]

Trophy | 141 x Reader

Day 15: Fantasy AU w/ Task Force 141

Summary: When the MacTavish Clan raids a neighboring clan who grew a bit too bold, they don’t expect to find the feisty, beaten wife of the other clan’s chief.

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Violence, blood, implied abuse, death, implied rape, kidnapping

A/N: well this was supposed to be fluff, but I hope you enjoy regardless, lmk what you think<3

Requests are open!

The MacTavish Clan had been preparing for a raid on a neighboring clan that kept pushing boundaries, with local women disappearing into the night with no explanation at all, weapons disappearing, and footsteps discovered that weren’t of the style of shoe anyone within the clan wore, and that was among the less suspicious things.

The most talented and local blacksmith, Simon, known for his welding mask in a skull shape, had been honing the weapons for it.

Johnny, the leader of the Clan, had been discussing plans with Price, the leader of their men, and Gaz, his advisor. The general idea was simple, keep it undercover as long as possible, or until signs of their missing women and supplies were found, then they would go loud, letting every other man flood in.

Plunder what they could from the Gravison Clan, take their resources, and lives, and maybe take a few women from them in retaliation.

A few hours later, things were progressing smoothly, Price having infiltrated their walls under the cover of darkness, most men settling down for the night already, when the warlord discovered just what he’d been expecting in a large boat just offshore: the women of the MacTavish Clan bound and gagged in the storage compartment in the bottom.

One flaming arrow was shot into the sky, and just like that, every man from the Clan was flooding the Gravison Clan’s walls and defenses, slaughtering everyone they found save for the women and children, hunting down their leader, going through every house and home, Johnny wanting the kill for himself.

When he finally found the man, cowering inside a large home, he slit his throat after distributing more than a few hits to his body, and more than a few barked insults and curses at him.

The man’s head was soon put on a pike to be displayed, a sign of warning.

But what he hadn’t expected to find was a feisty woman, the wife of the Gravison Clan’s leader, fighting more than even her husband had, yelling and hissing and cursing at Johnny as he grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder even as she kicked and clawed, nails drawing a bit of blood. It wasn’t often he took a prize from his battles, but you were intriguing, he’d never seen a woman with so much fight.

“Quit yer yappin’, woman.”

He grumbled as you pounded at his back, cursing him out so severely that the Devil himself would blush. The smell of smoke was thick in the air as huts and buildings were burned, leaving behind ashy remnants of what had been of the Clan.

Burnt bones crunched beneath his feet as he walked back to what had been of the gates, approaching his short, sturdy horse, hopping on in one smooth movement, one hand gathering both reigns as Price joined him on his own horse, following as Johnny took point back to the MacTavish Clan’s lands.

His warlord only raised a brow at the yelling woman thrown over his shoulder but didn’t question it, the ride silent back to their lands as your throat eventually grew too raw to keep screaming, body shivering from the cold and the exhaustion quickly seeping deep into your bones. Whether you had fallen asleep or passed out was lost on him, but he didn’t care either way, Price only spoke once he was sure your breathing had fallen into a deeper rhythm indicating unconsciousness.

“Didn’t take you as one to take a prize mare.”

Price commented, carefully eying his Chief, trying to read his mood based on the little tells. Johnny shrugged.

“Not a prize mare, just felt different about this one.”

And that was that. The conversation had ended, Price only giving a little grunt in return before they continued on the path home.

When they finally arrived, they had plenty of work to do.

~

When you woke, you first registered the pounding headache between your eyes, the loud sounds outside of work being done, people shouting, wood being sawed, and metal being hammered, only adding to your discomfort.

You tried to sit up, quietly groaning, leaning against the wall behind you.

It was a wonder you weren’t dead yet, honestly. But maybe that was part of their game, maybe they would just give you a glimmer of hope only to slaughter you like cattle, or turn you into a sex slave, or just an object to take their anger out on. It wouldn’t surprise you.

Your clothes had been changed. From the thin nightgown you’d worn the night earlier, now to a thin white smock, a strap dress sewn together at the sides hanging nearby.

Splotchy bruises were spread across your skin from the night earlier, though you couldn’t tell if they were from the other Chief, or your husband’s hands nights ago. They felt tender when you brushed a hand against them as if someone had rubbed against them.

You were in what seemed to be a separate section of a longhouse, a lit torch burning mildly as it hung from the mud and stone walls. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness that still prevailed in the room, just as you heard a door creak, scrambling away as a man with honey-brown skin and short, tightly curled hair stepped in.

“Easy, I’m not here to hurt you.”

He said, offering a small smile that would’ve been reassuring in any other predicament. There was a platter in his hands, looking as if it was made of terracotta, a small roasted bird resting on it as he stepped further in, shutting the door behind him.

You watched warily as he set the plate down on one end of the bed you were in, moving to lean against a wall opposite the bed. He watched as you slowly picked the plate up, glancing at the food, before pulling the wing part off with cracked nails, taking a bite, and reluctantly deciding it was delicious.

“I’m Kyle, but everyone calls me Gaz. You are..?”

You looked him dead in the eye, chewing your bite of food, dead stare unnerving him slightly, before you swallowed, a flicker of pain in your eyes from how your throat ached until you finally responded.

“Y/N.”

You croaked out, and he nodded, but frowned slightly, giving you a glance over, before his gaze went back to your face.

“I'll be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to be so docile, considering you just watched your husband die by our Chief’s hand—“

“Good.”

Your raspy voice interrupted, eyes boring into his as you took another bite of the meat, and you watched his brows furrow for a moment. You shifted in the bed slightly, moving to pull your knees to your chest, plate balancing on your knee as the smock was pulled up slightly, showcasing one of the nastier bruises on your thigh.

His eyes darted to the bruises, quickly piecing things together as he carefully spoke his next few words.

“Your husband wasn’t a good man, was he?”

You shook your head, and he gave a little thoughtful nod, getting up, opening the door, walking out, closing it while muttering to himself. You managed to hear only a quiet,

“Bloody hell,”

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@hawke1917

@flufftober

[witherby]

Do you know about the cookie challenge on TikTok? If you do, can you write a small story about that? With batfam and littlest Wayne

I do know!

For those unaware: typically a mother, father, and their child sit together in front of three covered plates, but it can be any three people as long as the third is unaware of the game.

The father goes first and has one cookie. The child goes next and has two cookies. The mother goes last and has zero cookies. It's a test to see if the child will share one of their cookies with their parent to make it fair for everybody.

The Littlest Wayne: Cookies

Masterlist is Here!

"Mouse, d'you wanna play a game?"

You lift your head from your pile of colorful letter blocks and blink at your mama. Hal smiles sweetly down at you, holding several plates in one hand. They're covered, which means they're a mystery. You fucking love mysteries.

"Yah," you nod. Hal holds a hand out and you grab it, allowing him to help you to your feet. You toddle after him into the kitchen, where Dada's sitting at the counter. When Bruce sees you, he gives you a big grin and holds out his hands.

"Hi, Mouse," he greets. You run into his arms and chomp on his wrist. "Okay we talked about this. Ouch."

"Dada!!" You shout, uncaring of his pain and eager to share the good news as he sits you in a high chair between himself and Hal. "I p'ay game wif mama!!"

"I know," Bruce huffs, amused, "I'm gonna play, too."

"Oh. I win, okay?"

"I mean, this might be a game where nobody wins. Or everybody wins. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"No." Dada is stupid. Obviously winning is the best thing ever and you have to win always and forever.

Hal snorts and quickly covers his mouth, turning away from Bruce's flat glare.

"Anyway," your dad says, distributing the plates — one in front of himself, one in front of you, and one in front of Hal — "here's how we play the game. Hal is gonna — no don't peek yet, honey — Hal is — don't peek. You gotta play fair. — Hal is gonna — no peeking — .....Okay..... Hal is — oh my god, I said don't peek, English is your first language baby what are you doing — "

Hal flicks the napkin off of his plate before Bruce can give himself an aneurysm trying to stop you from touching your own. "I got a cookie, Mouse! Look!"

You ignore your own mystery plate as you hear the magic word, eyes snapping to Hal's priceless treasure. Your mouth immediately starts salivating.

"Mama," you chirp, pointing a finger at it in case he couldn't see the treat for some reason, "dat's a chocco chip cookie!"

"I know!" Hal says, gesturing to you. "Okay, your turn! You can move the napkin now."

"Are you gonna eats it?" You ask, completely ignoring what he said. You are laser-focused in on his treat. It's got more than five chocolate chips in it (you can only count to five), which means it's extra yummy delicious. You can't even believe it's still on the plate un-devoured right now. His willpower is insane.

"I...yeah, in a minute," Hal says. He's smiling like he's trying really hard not to laugh. "Mouse, what's on your plate?"

"I dunno," you say, pointing at the cookie on Hal's. Again, to ensure he's aware of the glorious object before him. "Is it soft cookie?"

"oh my god," Bruce whispers, defeated. Hal wheezes, then coughs to collect himself.

"I think so. Mouse, do you think there's a cookie on your plate?"

That finally gets you to lock back in. You take the napkin off of your plate and swear a heavenly choir starts singing. There's two cookies on your plate. Holy fucking shit. This is the greatest day of your life.

"I GOTS TWO COOKIES!" You shout victoriously, like the winner you are. You get your fist around one of your prizes and cram it in your mouth immediately. Hal has his head in his arms on the table and he's wheezing loudly. Probably sobbing because he doesn't have two cookies like you do. Because you won and you're a winner.

"Wow, that's great," Bruce praises, gently patting your back. "Let's see what I got."

He removes his napkin from his plate.

No cookies.

Dada pouts at you. "Aw. I didn't get any."

Indeed, he did not. Hal got one, and you got two. That's three total. Bruce got none.

Fuckin' loser. You point at his plate and giggle, which sends Hal over the edge. Literally. He slips off the edge of his chair and crumbles to the floor, laughing so hard his face is turning red like a cherry.

Bruce's bottom lip is wobbling. He's trying his best not to start laughing, too.

"Mousey," he admonishes, "it's not nice to laugh at those less fortunate."

Hal squeals on the floor. You start laughing, too, as you finish eating your first cookie. There's chocolate and crumbs all around your mouth and hand.

"I really wanted a cookie, too," Bruce continues, looking pointedly on your plate where your second cookie is resting. "If only someone were willing to share so that we could all have a cookie. Three cookies between three people means that we could all have one..."

You contemplate his logic. It's pretty sound. Dada is kinda smart sometimes. He can count above five, so that means he knows everything. Three cookies...between three people...

Like a puzzle piece sliding into place, you understand what he wants.

You reach over and grab Hal's abandoned cookie off his plate.

"Here!" You say proudly. Hal's barking laughter on the floor sounds inhuman as it grows higher in pitch. You think you hear him stammer out that he's gonna pee. You've already peed in your pull-up. You didn't know they made pull-ups for grown-ups.

Bruce ducks his head, shoulders shaking with repressed laughter. He reaches a trembling hand out and takes the offered, stolen cookie.

"W-wow, baby," he mutters, a broken man, "thanks."

You kick your feet and smile. You're such a good person. You see Alfred enter the kitchen, likely investigating the noises of the dying seal on the ground, and perk up.

"G'ampa!" You cry, picking up your second treasure. This is the greatest act of selflessness you could ever perform. "Do you wan' dis cookie?"

Bruce joins his boyfriend and collapses to the floor. Alfred hides a smirk behind his hand and clears his throat.

"My, how very polite of you, little Flittermouse," he says, holding his hand out. "Thank you for this generous gift. It means the world to me."

You grin, chocolate staining your teeth. You really might be the most altruistic person on the planet.

"You welcome!"

[floridafishkeeper]

Caught one of the most elusive killifish in the world, Mangrove killifish. This is a FASCINATING amphibious species of fish. A few quick facts

-The majority of the population are hermaphrodites, they are the only vertebrate that self fertilizes in this way, this is not the same as parthenogenesis in reptiles etc

- They're amphibious and prefer terrestrial conditions, often opting to sit out of the water similar to mudskippers. Theyll actually spend much more time out of the water than a mudskipper, days at a time as long as conditions are right.

-They do not have overly modified pectoral fins like you'd expect, instead they have a unique stationary leap that they can use with extreme accuracy.

-Despite being widely distributed the entire genus is extremely difficult to find in their habitat. Theyre extremely prized amongst hobbyists and were definitely near the very top of my life list of species that I didn't think I'd ever be able to find.