#Spring Break in Oz

[aquamarine-dream-queen]

Spring Break in Oz Day 10: The Wizard of Oz

M.O.E. really has the gift of being a great wizard and mechanic in the Land of Oz.

[nerdygirlramblings]

really want to write more about Oz, but the omegaverse worms keep entering my brain

cw: attempted accents

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Price clocked your reactions this afternoon. He isn't stupid. He knows that being a woman, and an omega in particular, puts a target on your back. The prejudice against both your primary and secondary genders means you need to be so much better than your peers, and you are. You are outstanding in your field. Extraordinary. He's not surprised some other task force hasn't snatched you up before now.

Thankfully, he got you to agree to dinner with the team, so he has help in convincing you to join them as a teammate. And once you're on the team, they can work on convincing you to join the pack.

Two hours after you left his office, and with your parents' words ringing in your ears, you're in the mess, waiting alone at a table in the back. You're usually in the mess alone but try not to linger long. An unclaimed omega alone around so many alphas is practically asking for trouble. Just as you start worrying about Captain Price and the others, he walks in flanked by the largest man you've ever seen in your entire life, his face hidden by a mask with a painted skull on it. Price is big, but the man next to him is taller and almost twice as wide.

Price is looking around the room, but the masked man leans towards Price and points in your direction. When he sees you, Price breaks into a grin and starts heading your way. As he and the large man in the mask approach, you're able to see two smaller - in comparison - men behind them, moving with a purpose that lets you know this is the full 141. Besides Price and the mountain, there's a stocky white man with a mohawk and a beautiful, lithe black man.

When they all stand in front of you, you can smell Price's autumnal scent along with another alpha whose scent is layered in something sharp, like ginger, onion, and garlic. It's a smell you associate with Mum's cooking, but you know many find it off-putting. There's a scent of saplings or fresh snapped greenery mixed with the mellow smell of a warm day: a spring scent coated in beta. The last is another beta, but this scent is crisp and brine, the ocean made flesh. You wonder whose scent is whose.

Price steps forward, offering you his wrist, his scent, again. As you take it and bring it closer to your face, he smiles and says, "Glad ya came." You dip your head in a slight nod and drop his hand, and he takes the seat across from you. He introduces the rest of the pack task force in turn, each man politely offering their wrist before sitting down. You recognize the informal scenting ritual common when joining new groups. You did the same with your squad when you first came to base.

Leftenant Simon "Ghost" Riley is the other alpha. He is sat next to Price. Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish smells like the ocean, and Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is spring. With your permission, the sergeants are sat on either side of you.

"I wan'ed ya ta be able to put faces to the 141 before ya made yer decision," Price tells you. "This way if ya wan'ed ta see what are trainin' looks like or ask about anything, ya'd know who ta ask." Then he surprises you when he suggests you go with the sergeants, the betas, to grab trays for everyone.

"Gaz and Soap know wha' we like," he says, pointing between him and Ghost. "They can get ours while we hold the fort." He must read the confusion on your face, but he only smiles in response. This was not the behavior of an alpha trying to prove his worth to an omega. This was a Captain letting you converse with members of the task force equal to you in rank without superior officers around.

As you make your way to the food, you see Soap eyeing you. You look back a few times, clearly puzzled and a little off balance, until Gaz finally elbows him and says, "Either spit it out, mate, or stop gawkin'."

Soap grins almost manically. "Aye seen ye running th'other morn. Yoor form neyver waivered. Was a sight," he sighs. You remember someone complementing your form after a run about a week back.

"Oh, tha' was you? You were quick!"

"Nae as quick as yoo, lass. I saw yoo pass the barracks foor times. An' aye could tell yoo'd been runnin' a fair bit befoor aye saw ye. Aye cannae run tha' consistently." He doesn't miss the way you blush as his compliment.

You stand in line behind Soap with Gaz at your back. They aren't alphas, but it's hard to miss how their presence calms you, and that's without them projecting their scents for you. Simply knowing you aren't here alone, that people are here who have your back, is enough.

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[maladyinpink]

Whew, it may still be February, but it is SPRING in the city and my eyes and nose can feel it with every persistent sneeze 😵‍💫🤧. It'll only get worse as March approaches...annoyingly itchy. I'm armed to the teeth with claritin, inhaler, nebulizer. 🙈

After much discussion with @themiseryandcompany , the ✨️Elphie blog to my Glinda💕 blog, I decided to post this lil collection of snzcanons. 💚💗 Thank you, Miele for the inspo! Please check out her BEAUTIFULLY written Wick/ed fics and headcanons.

Oz Universe HC - Each culture in Oz has their own way of handling illness and maladies of the like. Vinkus, Gilikinese, Munchkinland, Quadling country. So some unconventional methods might be used when caretaking between students. Been meaning to brainstorm more on this because book and musical lore are SO different and the movie showcases a bit of both.

Elphaba/Elphie/Fae/Fabala (Book nicknames) -

- She is used to isolating and taking care of herself. Was isolated a lot when sick as a child to protect Nessarose, and in turn, told to stay away when Nessa was sick. Nessa would sneak books for her to read through the servants.

- And Fabala would in turn sneak in and read to little Nessa in secret.

- Not snz, but 'Fabala' is a nickname used by Nessa in the book. In canon, it's dimuntive of Aelphaba, kind of like the name Billy/William. MY personal headcanon divergence is that baby Nessa couldn't fully pronounce Elphaba...so Fabala stuck. 🥺💚

- Allergic to Milk flower pollen just like Nessa, just not at severely. Nessarose headcanons on this reblog.

- Nose gets darker green when irritated, rather than red when raw, same with her fever flush. She hates this.

- Has made glass break and sent things flying with unrestrained sneezes.

- Silently stifles as SHE was deeply stifled and stunted as a child. Frex indoctrinated the idea within her early on that her sneezes were too loud and too dangerous to those around her.

- Harsh deeper vocal sneezes. Sudden. Not much build up. Three syllabled.

- EHT'shuh! ER'HHT'Shew!

- Elphie scared Glinda the first time that she caught a nasty cold, couldn't stifle anymore and let out a loud sneeze while in the dormitory.

- "Sweet Oz!...How can such a thunderocious sound come from someone who's always so alooficated?"

- Even with stifles, it's a hit or miss that something will go wrong. During the first day of a cold, she might try to attend some classes. But say...a sudden repeated stifled fit in an alchemy class?...it could turn disasterous. She bolts...Glin and 'Yero follow a trail of levitating objects and hear her sneezing in a storage room. She's deeply embarassed, accepts Fiyero's Vinkus crested handkerchief through the door when offered.

"Oz bless you...it's alright, Fae...nobody saw..."

"Elphie?...can we come in?"

...but...she only lets Glinda into the room.

Galinda/Glinda/Glin

- Borderline hypochondriac, not quite, but definitely dramatic. Sensitive system.

- 🌸 Allergified 😔 Sneezonal, and particularly susceptible in Oz's Autumnial Solstice, and when everything is in bloom. Takes a regular tonic that Momsie and Popsicle regularly send from Gilikin to combat symptoms.

- (Am I projecting a lil?...totally...shamelessly. Pink and Glinda are one in the same, allergified and whining about it.)

- Elphie finds Glin crying and sneezing helplessly trying a ridiculous "cure-all" found in a magazine to 'Desternutate and clearify her Sinuses' when she's run out of her regular tonic and makes her tea instead.

- Has asked Madame Morrible, in private study, if there are 'Any spells that help with Allergification'...Unsuccessfully of course...😮‍💨

- Rapidfire high pitched sneezes, drawn out itchy buildups. Persistent. Elphaba thought this was for attention at first, before their friendship. But then she sees how genuinely miserable her fits are, how they can hurt, how embarassed she is and often holds her until they stop.

"Shhh, breathe, my sweet..."

- Hpptshhie! Aptshieew! Heeht'shieew! Eht'shiu!

- In class, Fi, Elphie and Boq have made an fond unspoken game of counting her sneezes as she has fits. Boq recounts the record in one sitting is 19 and offers his handkerchiefs...They aren't just for crying.

~ 💚💗

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Ring ring, dear. Hello? Kind Words.

So...! Kestrel and I had our talk. It was not a very long talk, but that hardly mattered to me - I was just so happy to hear his voice again. I couldn't stay upset with him, no matter how hard I tried to be. He sounded so troubled... he told me how guilty he felt that he had been ignoring me, and truly hadn't meant to let it go on for so long. I do believe him; he has always had an irksome habit of putting things off until they can no longer be ignored. I suppose this was no exception, either. He did apologize, though he still seemed a bit... hrmm. Hesitant?

But he did say that once spring break came around, he would fly back home to visit again! I am so excited to see him! I'm going to squeeze him until he pops, too. There was something else he said, too, but, oh, I must have missed it; to be quite honest, it was a bit difficult to focus on the conversation at that point. My mind was just buzzing with thoughts of how I am going to tell him all about you! I would have then, but I feel it would be best to do it in person, yes? Perhaps by then we can figure out a way for him to hear you in his head, too! Ahaha!

Oh, it's so funny... when Kestrel was young, he was always jealous of his friends whom had siblings. I remember the few birthdays where he would beg me for nothing else but a little brother or sister, and I always dreaded having to disappoint him so! But it was not like I could manifest another baby out of the air myself, hahaha! Of course, he eventually figured that out...

Silly... I do still think of Sebastian on occasion - Kestrel's father. But I think I just miss his handsome face more than anything else. I was nineteen, still doing ballet when we met, though I was far from the best in my class. Still, he was quite drawn to my dancing... unfortunately, I had to quit once I found out I was pregnant. And then he wanted me to move to Europe with him - Europe! It was an utterly terrifying thought, uprooting myself like that. I couldn't bear to just leave everything behind, especially my mom... but I suppose he must have felt the same way, and left me instead. At least I had Mom, and Rebh, then... I got over him eventually. And he did give me Kestrel in the end, so I could not stay upset with him forever. I do wonder if he still thinks of us sometimes, too.

Oh, listen to me getting sentimental again... Did you ever think about having a family of your own at any point? (Besides the Curlings, haha!) I will admit, I do hope Kestrel has his own fledglings one day - when he is ready, of course. I would never want to push on him what happened with Sebastian and I. He is still in school, after all! Did I ever tell you he is majoring in environmental studies? I believe his girlfriend is in a similar field, as well! I am very proud of the both of them. And you too, of course. That has never changed.

...

I... do hope all of my excited blithering to you has assuaged some of your fears, dear. I did hear that, you know? It... broke my heart. I would never dream of doing such a thing to you. (And if I did, it would be yet another nightmare for me.) But that is like saying a mother can only ever love one child... it is like what Rebh said about me all over again, all those years ago... but that is simply not true. (R-right? It isn't true. I know how to love someone. I do...) I would not be here now if I did not intend to be here forever. Or, at the very least, as long as you want me to be here...

And I want to talk to you, sweet pea. I want to share my stories with you. I want you to share parts of your life, too. I want to meet you when you are safe and sound, and I want you to meet Kestrel too, and I wish so badly that you could have met my mom. I want to make you peanut butter sandwiches and watch The Wizard of Oz together. I want to keep telling you about the birds. All of them. The hawks and the pigeons and the owls and the scissor-tailed flycatchers.

And I don't want you to ever stop calling me Mum. It is everything to me. Please?

Oh thank God

Hello!!

Ah, yeah, makes sense. The longer you wait, the harder it is to start! Glad it more or less worked out between you two.

Oh, good, good. Yeah no, probably better in person. Hopefully easier to convince him you've not gone bonkers that way, yeah? Hah. In his head? Wouldn't want to impose or anything.

Pfft. I don't think I could be much of a little sibling, even with my somewhat lacking height at the moment.

You did ballet? From what I've heard, that's not easy. Even if you say you weren't the best, I'll bet you were pretty good! Sorry to hear you had to quit. Still, I know all about uprooting yourself between Europe and North America. Mine just... happened to be in the other direction. It's tough. Don't blame you for not wanting to. If I'm being real, he sounds like an asshole.

Eh... s'complicated. I've got a big family what with my parents, sister, niece and nephew, aunts and uncles, cousins... We Curlys are pretty widespread. As for starting one of my own, uh. Marriage never really happened. I doubt it was ever on the table to begin with, though I didn't realize it back then. Kids, maybe. Don't think I'd be the best at it though, whatever else my horde of unofficial children may claim. Mm, yeah... Environmental studies is fun! Lots of good things to learn there. He's focusing on Earth environment, I'm assuming? Hope that turns out well for Kestrel and his girlfriend. ...Thank you.

...

Huh? Fears? ...Oh. I didn't think you could— Sorry. I didn't think— someone else, uh, said that. Earlier that day. It isn't true what Rebh said, I know that. It wasn't you, it was me getting paranoid. Promise. I want you here, I do.

...I'm glad. I like hearing your stories. I want— I want to meet you and Kestrel too. I want to do all that.

Hah. Okay. I will, Mum.

...

Are you fucking serious right now?

Oh, come on. You're not real. You're not even one of them, are you? You're my own thoughts. Fuck off.

I'm trying to help you out here.

Yeah? How's that, fake Jimmy I made up just now?

Are you trying to play house or something? You need to get over yourself, Curls. You're a grown fucking man.

La la la. Not listening.

God, you're so— My parents were pieces of shit. But you? You had everything you wanted. You had real parents who loved you before you fucked off to space. And here you are. Trying to take a third from someone else.

Leave me alone, Imaginary Jim.

I'm imaginary because I'm you, idiot. These are your thoughts that you can't frame to yourself in a way that lets you keep living this fantasy. The truth is, Curly, she said it was a brief conversation for a reason. There's still friction there. You can feel it, right?

...Right. None of my business though. They'll work it out.

Yeah. They'll work it out. What do you think is going to happen when they do?

She said—

She said what? She'd never leave you? Like we said to each other? ...Lighten up. I'm not really him. We both know that. But Curly. Get real, yeah? "You see, son, I'm hearing a voice from a dying man lightyears away." The kid is never going to believe her. He'll think she's fucking insane. She'll have to choose between him and you. Some whiny bastard giving her nightmares or, you know, her real son.

...stop.

Won't bother telling you who she'll choose. You already know.

You're not even real oh my God leave me alone.

...Hey, Curly?

...Yeah?

Can the voices hear this?

Oh, fuck me...

Next time you're going to process your intrusive thoughts through me you should do it quieter. Just saying.

Yep.

[starcrossedjedis]

Sky & Nico in "Tethered" {Original Story}

"Don't you see how fucked up this is, Nic? We just scattered your ashes on the damn lake! Jesse is a mess. People are saying all these awful things about you and I ca-... I can't talk to anyone, I don't know how to comfort your family or how to pretend like I am mourning you when... oh god, I should be mourning you, shouldn't I...?" - "I am so sorry, Sky. About everything. I wish-... Do you want me to leave?" -"No! No... Never."

When Skylar comes home for the summer her sleepy little home town isn't the place she used to know.

Two girls have gone missing since she's last been there for spring break - one found dead in a remote stretch of the woods a week after Sky went back to college, the other gone for three days when she gets back.

The town is up in arms, rumours are flying, but neither the police nor the dubious neighborhood watch have come up with anything useful.

It's almost enough to make Sky forget the real reason she was afraid to come back home.

Jesse and Nico.

Cousins - but brothers at heart.

Sweet boys who grew up just a little on the wrong side of the tracks. One of them Sky's ex boyfriend and the other her best friend. One the boy whose heart she broke and the other the one she has been in love with since she was old enough to know what that means.

At first Sky does her best to avoid them both - not ready to face the fallout of that disastrous spring break - but when on her first night back the police storm the boys' home, she comes running.

Because she'll always, always come running when they need her. But this time it's too late...

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[phmonth]

Pandora Hearts Month 2024 Prompts!

Wonderful art made by for Phmonth23 by @yanderefairyangel!

What is Pandora Hearts Month? Pandora Hearts Month is an event that celebrates, well...Pandora Hearts, the manga created by Jun Mochizuki! Each day is a new prompt. The first three weeks celebrate the three main trios, and the fourth is a bonus week that celebrates any ships/friendships/ot3s fans chose and love--or simply any characters not covered by the other weeks! You can create edits, fanart, drabbles, fanfictions, amvs and mms...whatever you can think of, really! This year we have a fifth week celebrating her current work: Vanitas no Carte! (If and when you make creations for VnC tag your spoilers!!)

Pandora Hearts Month 2024 Prompts:

Golden Trio Week (Alice, Oz and Gilbert), October 20th-26th:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 20th: Yellow or Bones

Day 2, Monday Oct 21st: Rose

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 22nd: AU

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 23rd: Abandoned

Day 5, Thursday Oct 24th: Moon

Day 6, Friday Oct 25th: Winter

Day 7, Saturday Oct 26th: Ravens and Writing Desks

Rainsworth Trio Week (Sharon, Break and Reim), Oct 27th—November 2nd:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 27th: The Shadows Are Watching

Day 2, Monday Oct 28th: Sweet

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 29th: Sorrow

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 30th: Blood

Day 5, Thursday Oct 31st: Reaper

Day 6, Friday Nov 1st: Spring

Day 7, Saturday Nov 2nd: Stars

Tragedy Trio Week (Lacie, Jack and Oswald), Nov 3rd—Nov 9th:

Day 1, Sunday Nov 3rd: Steampunk

Day 2, Monday Nov 4th: A Reward You Will Regret

Day 3, Tuesday Nov 5th: Hair

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 6th: Rest

Day 5, Thursday Nov 7th: Reverence

Day 6, Friday Nov 8th: Black

Day 7, Saturday Nov 9th: Weaving Fate

Fan’s choice Week, Nov 10th—November 16th:

Day 1, Sunday Nov 10th: Purple

Day 2, Monday Nov 11th: Autumn

Day 3, Tuesday Nov 12th: Vampire

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 13th: What's the Catch?

Day 5, Thursday Nov 14th: In the City of Dust

Day 6, Friday Nov 15th: Mystery

Day 7, Saturday Nov 16th: Sweet Nightmares

Vanitas no Carte Week, Nov 17th—Nov 23rd (Please tag your spoilers!!):

Day 1, Sunday Nov 17th: Holiday or Nails or AU

Day 2, Monday Nov 18th: Comet

Day 3, Tuesday Nov 19th: The Cosmos in Your Hands

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 20th: Loyalty

Day 5, Thursday Nov 21st: The Language of Flowers

Day 6, Friday Nov 22nd: Ghost

Day 7, Saturday Nov 23rd: Moonflower

(If you want to use other prompts to make a Halloweeny piece, feel free! You don't have to save that for Halloween day!)

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You are free to have fun with this!! As I said, as long as you tag it, NSFW is allowed! Tagging ships is nice too. You can pretty much do whatever you want with the prompts!

As long as you make sure the characters from the trio are your main focus, it’s okay to use other characters in your creations too!

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Feel free to get started on making stuff early! (But please wait to post until the month has started!) I'm so excited to see what you make! Thank you for all your support!

i-prefer-the-term-antihero

[howlingday]

RWBY FR1ENDS II

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Summer: Ambulance, please? ...Mhm, yeah, it's the same old story; first day of spring, he got too drunk, stumbled headfirst into a trash can, waddled about with it on his head shouting "EXTERMINATE~!", fell over, and got his dick stuck in a deck chair.

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Taiyang: Even by your standards, Raven, it's pretty lazy. At least BURY Ichi before Yang got home!

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Qrow: (Sobbing) We never found her head, Oz...

Ozpin: You have my condolences, Qrow, but I'm not sure the "smiling face on the balloon" is the right way forward for Summer's funeral.

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Yang: I'm sorry, Blake... I don't know how they make sharing a bath together look so romantic in the movies...

Blake: Y-Yang! Your big toe is still up my

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Ruby: I see the Belladonnas are trying to have sex against the wall again. Brothers, how sweet... I see Mr. Belladonna is going for the "pushing the sofa up the stairs" technique. Oum, his legs are shaking like a shitting dog...

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Jaune: But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Weiss is the sun~!

Cardin: Wow... Coming off a little desperate today, aren't' we?

Jaune: Fuck off, Cardin!

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Weiss: How annoying... My pen's leaking everywhere...

Pyrrha: Brothers, Weiss! You look like you gave an octopus Grimm a sloppy handjob!

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Goodwitch: Stick to the facts, Ms. Rose. Explosions were heard from the top of Beacon tower, and frame 313 clearly shows Pyrrha lurching FORWARD when she was shot.

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Adrian: What are they doing?

Terra: Keep walking, Adrian. It's just two people showing their love for each other.

Adrian: I think she has a bit of love in her eye~.

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Roman: It's got hand-stitched Valian leather, purrs like a pussycat, and just look at those curves~! This little minx is a real, little go-er!

Winter: Relax, buddy. I'm planning to drive it to the grocery store twice a month, not buying it dinner and fucking it.

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May: Holy fuck, she's up to the elbow...

May: Poor Jaune Arc...

May: Honestly, May, she's treating his bowels like a bag of oranges.

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Ren: ...Nora, where's the picnic?

Nora: I can't be expected to remember everything, REN!

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Saphron: I'd give it five minutes before going in there. I just saw a different kind of crowning, and let me tell you, it was NOT very majestic.

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Robyn: Fuck me, this incessant reign is depressing...

[artdcnaldson]

Thinking about art who grew up in the church choir or used to be a theatre kid

patrick bullies him mercilessly for it and hes screaming when he finds out that when he goes back to his home town on break from his tours, no matter how old or famous he gets, art still participates in the local theatre/panto, ...he might have grown out of it but he does it for his grandma.

Patrick secretly buys tickets because he needs to witness this

AWWWWW baby 🥺🥺🥺

When he goes home with art one time (he got caught cheating on one of his exams and his parents didn’t let him come home for their spring break skiing trip), Art’s grandma shows off all of the pictures of baby Art in his choir concerts and theatre productions 🥺 all the way back to a 6 year old art playing a wise man in a church nativity play. And then he’s flipping through and there’s little Art the summer before MRTA with whiskers and a lion costume in a production of the wizard of oz…. ANGEL!!!

And ofc there are shitty vhs tapes of all of it and Art is beet red with his face hidden in his shirt while Patrick watches him sing show tunes and hymns for hours.

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Go Go Southern Lesser Galago!

Also known as the South African galago or the mohol bushbaby, the southern lesser galago (Galago moholi) is a small primate from the Galagidae, or bushbaby family. As the name implies, they are located only in southern Africa, from northern South Africa up to Rwanda. Their preferred habitats are savannahs and semi-arid woodlands, where they can often be found high in the canopy, and they are particularly associated with Acacia trees.

The mohol bushbaby is one of the smaller members of its group; at full height they stand no taller than 15 cm (6 in) and weigh only 225 g (7.9 oz). In fact, their tail is longer than their body, easily reaching 23 cm (9 in) in length. While it isn't prehensile, the tail is still an important tool for climbing as it gives G. moholi an excellent sense of balance. Along with their incredible tails, the South African galago also has one of the largest sets of ears of any primate, proportional to its size; these ears can move independently to help the southen lesser bushbaby avoid predators. G. moholi's final distinguishing feature are their eyes, which are incredibly large and a distinctive orange color. Individuals themselves tend to be gray or light brown, which helps them blend in with their surroundings.

South African galagos are almost strictly nocturnal. At night, they forage through the canopy for moths and beetles. These bits of protein, however, are supplemental; the mohol bushbaby's primary source of food is gum, or hardened sap from the Acacia plant. G. moholi has several adaptations allowing it to specialize in gum extraction, including scraping teeth on the lower mandible; long, rough tongues; and digestive systems that have evolved to break down and ferment the tough substance. Because they have very few defense mechanisms, southern lesser galagos are a common prey for many nocturnal species like eagles, owls, snakes, mongooses, civets, and gennets.

One of the few ways the South African bushbaby avoids predation is through its social units. Groups of 2-7-- typically composed of a female, her young, and a few non-reproductive relatives-- forage together. In these groups, their collective night vision and highly-developed hearing allow them to detect and alert each other to predators long before the threat is immanent. While individuals forage seperately, they keep in contact via loud, high pitched calls that can serve as a warning for predators, a point of contact between mother and offspring, or a territorial warning between males.

Male G. moholi live seperately from social groups, and are highly aggressive against other males invading their territory. This area often overlaps that of several female-led groups, but they only come in contact with each other during the mating season. Unusually, the species has two mating seasons through the year; from January to Februrary (late summer) and from October to November (early spring). Following a gestation period of 120 days, females produce a single set of twins each mating season. Each set is weaned after approximately 3 months, and young become fully mature at 300 days. Female offspring may join the mother's group, while males leave to establish their own territory. In the wild, an individual may live up to 16 years.

Conservation status: The IUCN has classified the South African bushbaby as Least Concern. Studies have indicated that the population is stable and, in some areas, increasing. However, in other areas the species is threatened by habitat loss and possibly capture for the pet and bushmeat trade.

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[aquamarine-dream-queen]

Spring Break in Oz Day 5: Tin Man

Tim Curry put a lot of heart in voicing the Tin Man, didn't he? I know he did.

[lesbianrobin]

which showtunes do u guys think each 911 character would Destroy... i'm not talking ranges okay i'm talking pure emotion. pure vibes. performance power. here are my picks:

maddie: "she used to be mine" is low-hanging fruit and reductive but. i mean she'd kill. ANYWAY i think she would also slay "back to the palace" which is an earlier version of "on the steps of the palace" from into the woods which might be too much of a deep cut but i don't care. also she and chim would make me cry with "wedding song" from hadestown. ALSO "so much better" from legally blonde.

chimney: perhaps bringing starkid into this is embarrassing but i don't care. chim could fucking Own "show stoppin number" from the guy who didn't like musicals. like he would be So good. also chim could do "candy store" from heathers. maddie and hen are his heather mac and heather duke. like i just fully believe that he could commit the necessary energy. also i think chim could do any like romantic lead

buck: "maybe this time" from cabaret. like come on he'd bring down the house. also "my unfortunate erection" from the 25th annual putnam county spelling bee. he has the necessary pathetic vibe and general shamelessness regarding his penis. also "the schmuel song" from the last five years. ALSO "michael in the bathroom" from be more chill he would sing that song and cry about it whenever eddie was too busy to hang out with him.

eddie: he could not perform "maybe this time" from cabaret because he would break down in tears and be unable to sing. he Could own "not the boy next door" from the boy from oz. obviously. "god, i hate shakespeare" from something rotten! he just has the necessary haterism in his soul. "spooky mormon hell dream" from the book of mormon. i will refrain from assigning him anything from spring awakening because frankly i think if eddie diaz knew about that show it would upset him So profoundly and he would never recover.

bobby: "we both reached for the gun" from chicago. 10000%. also bobby and michael would deliver the greatest performance of "i love my dead gay son" from heathers of all time. "if i can't love her" from beauty and the beast.

athena: "anything goes" from anything goes. she just has that power idk. probably low-hanging fruit but "get down" from six. also i think she and bobby would slay "it takes two" from into the woods.

hen: "don't rain on my parade" from funny girl 100%. DON'T tell her not to live just sit and putter!!! also is it cheating to say she and karen could slay "take me or leave me" because it feels like cheating but they Literally could. also i think karen would slay "when he sees me" from waitress. sorry i'm letting karen overtake hen's bit but they're married what's hen's is karen's.

also the 118 could collectively slay "there! right there!" from legally blonde. also "what a game" from ragtime (eddie as father and buck as edgar. in my own personal opinion. because chim and bobby have Got to be baseball hooligans.) also eddie would fucking kill "ladies' choice" from hairspray but that's a movie thing so idk if it counts. but he'd kill.

[rustbeltjessie]

[Santa Muerte, I ask you to remember]

Santa Muerte, I ask you to remember the wreckage of the streets. How did I escape it? How did I escape being swept from the gutters, one more marigold, one more skull crushed to confetti, one more guttering candle amongst the rest? All we had was those four rooms, up a flight

of stairs I stumbled on. Too steep, and so often too high to climb. These rooms, when I write myself back to them, refract the light. The way the blue, green, brown glass of emptied bottles of gin, whiskey, wine caught—then shattered—the late afternoon sun in that apartment, every apartment. The way

a crystal hung from a chandelier would, in a once-grand hotel turned flophouse. Dust-coated rainbows breaking across the flaking paint. The light of these remembered rooms, though, is more like the reverse—a chandelier in what was once a flophouse, now remade into a grand hotel. Nostalgia is gentrification.

I inhabit these memories and change them, the same way we changed the landscape of the neighborhoods we lived in. Without meaning to. Just by being there. Now I remember those rooms, those streets, and the people who inhabited them as exquisite, dazzling. Harder to recall the dirt, the lack

of money, the mattress on the floor stained purple with wine and vomit, the candles guttering ’til dawn, ’til wax covered the floor boards. Those rooms were squalid, and I wrecked myself in the pursuit of beauty. Before that, I lived in a different house, wretched in its own way. Crowded as it was with cats and stray

kids, sad queers and young junkies with their black-hole stares. I slept on a mattress there, alone in the hot, stuffy back room; I’d wake early and stare out into the small concrete yard, the black walnut tree dropping green fruit, staining everything brown. The pigeons with their oil-slick heads and beady black eyes; the shimmering

iridescence of the flies, those seraphs of death. When my partner in crime woke, we’d walk to the bodega for 32 oz. cups of cola, which we’d then dump half of. The rest, refilled with cheap Canadian whisky, so caustic and rotgut it stripped the wax coating from the paper. The stove in that house had a gas leak.

Even through the miasma of wax and syrupy whisky I could smell it; the sharp, eggy rot, but no one else seemed to notice, or they were too high, too low to care. It was the next place which was haunted. No gas leak there—our gas shut off a few months after we’d moved in and I too broke

and careless to get it turned back on—but those four rooms were crowded with the dead, restlessly clattering through the kitchen, perching on the edges of our mattress-beds, whispering their forlorn secrets. In those rooms, it was always the Day of the Dead. In spring, when the callery pear bloomed, their scent of tainted semen heavy on the air. In summer,

when the black walnuts cracked open on the streets, leaking, brown and green, their boozy-bitter juglone. And yes, in autumn, when the cold and haunted rooms smelled of dust, votive-wax, and the clingy, vegetal scent of just-carved pumpkins—and when all the neighborhood bakeries were making pan de muerto, the air above the autumn streets was heavy

with sugar, yeast, and orange zest. We were haunted, not only by the restless dead. Haunted by poverty, addiction, our own recklessness. The twisted shapes our longing for beauty hammered us into. We’re all doomed. My partner, my crime, scrawled that on a piece of paper which she hung, facing street-ward, in her bedroom window. And the landlord, who said she agreed,

kept trying to evict us. And the men who sang drunkenly below our window scrawled graffiti on the bricks above the alley. Gringos out. I did not blame them. I was an interloper, my ghost-white self settling there after running from—what was I running from?—the other streets, other rooms which had already finished with me. I was trespassing. Still, I learned to pray in their languages. Lit

novena candles, asked for benedictions from Santa María, Madre de Dios, and you, Gloria sea la Santa Muerte, la bendita muerte. My altar laden with ofrendas—cempazúchitl, cakes and sweetbreads, coffee and whiskey, the favorite food and drinks of our restless dead. We drank. A shot left on the altar, for the ghosts, a shot for us. Another. Offerings for them, for us

because we were dead now, or so the suburban boys said. We drank, whiskey in our coffee, beer from the bodega, spiced rum or gin the northwoods boys brought us as offerings. We drank because we woke twisted, shaking, still running from nine-day benders, we drank. To beauty, to death. How did I escape? Santa Muerte, I left those streets, those rooms, half a life ago. Tonight

they return, slow then sudden; sneak up like the creeper weed the ambulance driver gave us, nothing and nothing then I’m too high to move. I watch them flicker and refract, these shades of the past, these scenes altered by the trespass of memory. The altar of memory. And then the ghosts arrive. They fall

like the robes of a skeletal saint, like confetti from a Day of the Dead parade float; float like squid, like semen, like flower petals. Black walnut, callery pear; they smell of spice, tobacco, a gas leak, the early dark. They descend as flies, pigeons; come on as scrawls of graffiti, as thunder snow, the blued flash of light, the roar, then white. White. They fall and fall and cover it all, the squalid rooms, the wreckage of the streets, my whole wasted life, until everything

is just layers and layers of ghosts.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from Paterson Literary Review #52 (2024)

[pixelrockk]

I don't know if someone's thought about this, and I'll probably look like a dumbass anyways

But Into the Pit kind of makes me think about William and Michael. I won't be able to articulate it properly/put fancy evidence like other people so sorry about that. It's just a random thought that popped into my brain watching GTLive ItP gameplay.

Because, in my head, Michael sees his dad how he really is - much like how Oz knows that Pit Bonnie replaced (still questioning this) his own.

Based on what I know, William was a shit dad. Obviously. Midnight Motorist proved that with his drunken rage, and what kid would break open their window at night?

(I doubt the window could be opened if breaking it was the only way to get it open, which leads to the whole: what parent installs a window to their kid's bedroom that is a fucking safety hazard.)

(ps. imo we can also count how he is in the actual movie as well)

To everyone around Oz, Pit Bonnie is his dad/they see his dad when looking at Pit Bonnie. They don't know that they're interacting with a being made of agony (haven't finished the books, but I've heard this being thrown around, but it's not that important to this so if it's wrong ignore it), whose killed six children. Very much NOT Oz's dad. Lol. But, again, Oz is the only one who can see underneath the illusion/mirage (? in the game he kinda like... phases...).

How did I connect this to William and Michael?

Well - Michael doesn't seem all that surprised with what his dad has done. I'd argue that he's pretty nonchalant about the whole dead children, haunted animatronics thing. Especially with the Afton family poster with the clowns in FNAF 6 and just how his voice line in the GF Very Hard Mode cutscene sounds. He does what his father says, and throughout the timeline goes through his little redemption arc (if you see it that way through burning Frights and trapping everyone in FNAF 6 to unknowingly or knowingly help Henry) without any reaction like how Vanessa was in the movie (I think Scott would've conveyed this in the game's universe/the logbook but we didn't see any of that).

Thus, he knows what his father is/was. A monster.

To everyone else, William was a father who co-owned Freddy's, a man who happily donned the Spring Bonnie suit to help make children smile and laugh. But to his family (again, he wasn't the best father and not the best husband either ((speculation some1 let me know if I'm wrong), he was someone to be wary around. You didn't know what move garnered what reaction, so you had to walk around on eggshells in your own home. When he turned to alcohol it only made things worse. He was a monster hidden in human flesh.

I like seeing the Fazbear Frights books as something Fazbear Entertainment created in the Freddy's universe as opposed to Tales of the Pizzaplex (I've heard that those are more close to canon don't kill me plz). So, things aren't 1-1. But I do see them as having truths in them, like Fazbear Entertainment slipping in stuff that happened in the past, bits of canonicity that help explain certain aspects of the games itself much like how the trilogy and movie do if that makes sense. Parallels that help explain each other.

So yeah, through that lens I saw William and Michael. A boy that knew what his father was when the general public didn't.

[starcrossedjedis]

Introducing Skylar (Sky) and Nicolas (Nico) in "Tethered"

"I don't remember what happened. I only know there was darkness. No warmth, no light, no loved ones waiting with open arms. But there was you, Sky. I heard you calling my name and suddenly I was back." - "But you're not. Not really..."

When Skylar comes home for the summer her sleepy little home town isn't the place she used to know. Two girls have gone missing since she's last been there for spring break - one found dead in a remote stretch of the woods a week after Sky went back to college, the other gone for three days when she gets back. The town is up in arms, rumours are flying, but neither the police nor the dubious neighborhood watch have come up with anything useful. It's almost enough to make Sky forget the real reason she was afraid to come back home.

Jesse and Nico.

Cousins - brothers at heart.

Sweet boys who grew up just a little on the wrong side of the tracks. One of them Sky's ex boyfriend and the other her best friend. One the boy whose heart she broke and the other the one she has been in love with since she was old enough to know what that means.

At first Sky does her best to avoid them both - not ready to face the fallout of that disastrous spring break - but when on her first night back the police storm the boys' home, she comes running. Because she'll always, always come running when they need her. But this time it's too late...

Love, loss and mutual pining. Crime. Death. A New Adult Whodunnit Ghost Romance. IDK. There's a killer and someone's dead. Someone is also a ghost. And there's a Lovestory. So... There. 🖤

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[maniacalgenius]

03.10.25

monday recap

🌺 quiet time - read Acts 3

🌺 ate breakfast

🌺 took pills & vitamins

🌺 went to get allergy shot

🧚 read my book during the mandatory 30 minutes they make me wait before leaving the establishment to make sure i'm not anaphylactic

🧚 got a little treat after

🧚 called my uncle

🍁 went to favorite coffee shop (taking full advantage of spring break to spend as much time as possible in my Favorite Spot in the establishment. helping my productivity a lot hehe)

🧬 worked through module 3 lecture 3 - gluconeogenesis practice

🧬 made notecards for mod 3 lec 3 - GNG (module 3 is done!!!)

🍁 new goal for today: finish at least half of module 4

🧬 started video lecture for module 4 lecture 4 - pentose phosphate pathway

🌺 went to get dinner

🍁 went back to coffee shop, friend who lives nearby walked over & met me here. favorite spot had not been annexed while i was gone. major score

🧬 finished watching lecture 4 pentose phosphate pathway video

🧬 worked on notecards for lecture 4, got about 1/3 of the way through (edit to add: got about 40% through with module 4, i would say that's close enough to count as reaching my goal)

🌺 went home, took a shower

🧚 watched tv with my mom (& then scrolled for way too long before getting ready for bed oops)

🧚 read my book for a little bit (got to halfway point)

💤 7h 7m (went to sleep at 2:25 am. this was significantly better than the night before last which was significantly past 3 am. cheers to progress 🥂)

💧 60 oz

👣 3.9k

🎶 i'm gonna love you - nick isham

📽️ the crown - s3 ep1 "olding"

📖 the wrong stuff: how the soviet space program crashed & burned - got to page 128/258

🕰️ 4h 32m

love and prayers

[nerdygirlramblings]

I might be late to the party but your Oz series is really addicting. I’m just gonna go ahead and binge read all your series. It’s finally spring break and now I can relaxxxx

Hey anon!

That makes me so happy. 🥰🥰 Oz is the reason I started this whole thing and I love her.

Also, I'm delighted my work is someone's spring break relaxing read! Enjoy!!