#crappie fishing tips

[thehuntingdomain]

10 Crappie Fishing Tips

Do you fish for crappies? Would you like to catch more crappies? In this article, we share crappie fishing tips to help you catch more crappies.

1. Schooling Fish

Crappie is a schooling fish. If you catch one, just know that there are many nearby. Quickly set your bait and go again. However, you will have to always look for these schools as they don’t remain in one place.

2. Nighttime Crappie Fishing

Fishing for crappies at night can be very productive as the light you use will attract minnows and they are food for crappies.

3. Slip Knot

A slip knot will get you more crappies. Just tie the lure on but make a loop rather than tightening the line down to the eye. This allows you to add more action to the lure.

4. Best Fishing Time

The best crappie fishing time of the year is the pre-dawn period coming in late winter into spring which is also the beginning of the crappie fishing period. If you would like to learn more crappie fishing tips, then click this link.

5. Moving Water In Spring

Be on the lookout for moving water in spring. The inlets will be warmer and the moving water provides oxygen. This is even more crucial in the ice belt after winter in which oxygen and other resources were depleted.

6. Spawn Period

During the actual spawn period, crappie is not focused on food and this will make fishing for crappie more difficult. Hence, you will have better chances of getting crappie by fishing for them before the spawning starts.

7. Crappie & Post-Spawn Stage

Crappie spread out in the post-spawn stage. They will spread throughout the water making it difficult to locate them. They will not be congregated in the shallows or basins like during other times of the year. They often relocate to weed lines or in timber.

8. Trolling

Trolling is one way to target crappie. When trolling, don’t let your line go too deep. Keep it just a few feet above the bottom and go slow. When trolling, use a light split shot or not use a weight. On the snell, you can troll with plastic or worm.

9. In The Fall

In fall, water temperatures start to get colder which will cause crappie to change their patterns. They will go to deeper water. You will have to fish slower with more finesse baits as crappie metabolism slows down. A slow fall rate might lure crappie to rise up and investigate your bait.

10. Crappie Ice Fishing

Ice fishing crappies also come with their challenges. You will find schools of crappie deep and feeding on zooplankton. On the ice, when you see zooplankton, there will be crappie there feeding on them.

Conclusion

Fishing for crappie is exciting and challenging. By learning their behavior and applying some tactics, you can be successful in fishing for crappies. In this article, we share fishing tips to help you catch more crappies. If you would to learn more about fishing, then go to www thehuntingterrain.com.

[betweenapitchandacast]

Reel-in These 5 Species in Your Next Ice Fishing Trip (+ One You Don't)

It’s the most wonderful time of the year, and no, it’s not because of Christmas. It’s because the waterways that you were bobbing up and down in just a few months ago are now covered in a layer of ice! However, heading out into freezing temperatures to drill a hole in the ground and jigging some brightly colored lures might seem odd to some. There is an inexplicable reason why many opt to pursue…

[onlyhaos]

I need the longer version of it please I think you know what I'm talking about I'm begging you 🙏🏻😭

this is pt. 2 from this fic!!

pairing: seungcheol x afab!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: small mention about alcohol, the day after the fight

[a/n] It’s crappy and def not proofread (😭😭) I’m so sorry, but here you go!! (And thank you, you’re my first ask🥹🥹💞)

You wake up, not feeling relaxed at all.

Your head was still buzzing, just worse than last night. You let your head fall down again, but your head fell into a.. pillow?

Looking around the room, you noticed that you weren’t on the couch or in the living room anymore. You were in your bedroom, under your familiar sheets.

With a swift movement of your head, you immediately looked to your left, in hope for Seungcheol to be in bed.

But he wasn’t.

Memories of yesterday evening and night crossed your mind again.

Closing your eyes and turning your face into a soft frown, you began to bury your head into your hands.

Confusion about how you got into your bed quickly disappeared, because you were telling yourself that you probably went to bed, and you’re just not able to recall it.

Wanting to pick up your phone, you realized that it wasn’t on the nightstand.

So you got out of bed, putting on your slippers and going to the living room to get it. Until there laid a well-known someone.

“Cheol..?”

No response. Was he still sleeping? You tip toed closer to the couch, seeing your boyfriend’s eyes closed. His beautiful lips slightly parted as his breathing was a steady rhythm.

Quickly grabbing your phone, you went back to your shared bedroom. Leaving Seungcheol, still sleeping, on the couch.

You cuddled back into the sheets, fishing for the charger, that was always under your pillow whenever you didn’t load it. And when you began loading your phone, your lock screen lit up.

There was the message that you didn’t get, anymore, after you fell asleep.

Cheollie 🎀🍒

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I love you, Y/n.

That last sentence was all you focused on, and also the sentence that quickly brought tears to your eyes again.

Opening your message app, you read the rest.

Cheollie 🎀🍒

I'll be back tomorrow, when we're both a bit more composed. We'll talk about every single thing, that made us come to thinking that breaking up would be a good idea.

Because I won't and I don't want to let you go that easily.

Tomorrow we'll decide how things will be in the future. If we'll still have one.

I love you, Y/n.

More tears stumbled out of your eyes. And before you could even notice, you began to sob.

Which, eventually, woke up Seungcheol. You didn’t know he woke up, though.

But when you heard the bedroom door opening you found out.

“Cheol.” You sobbed out, not able to keep it in anymore.

And your boyfriend couldn’t see that sad face of yours, so he went over to the bed and pulled you into a much needed hug.

Not able to stop the crying, you buried your face into his chest.

“I missed you — I shouldn’t have said that. I just felt so lost at that moment and didn’t think properly.”

That’s what you originally said, but it only came out in slurs and gasps for air, from crying that much.

Seungcheol quickly shushed you.

“Be quiet, baby, just cry it all out. We’ll properly talk after that.” He comforted, kissing your forehead.

Soft strokes through your hair, and on your cheek, calmed you down. Only the smallest tears escaping you, as your eyes met his.

“Y/n, love, I never want to see you like this. Especially not when I see that our fights end with you blacked out on the couch from my whiskey.”

He spoke, the smallest smile on his lips, as he wiped away any remaining tears.

With a small sniffle, you smiled, too.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Seungcheol asked you.

Looking into his eyes, you mumbled, “My head’s buzzing. I think I’ve got a hangover.”

Seungcheol recommended making you a soup, to feel better and more comfortable. To which you agreed, almost immediately.

So when your boyfriend made you sit on one of the stools in your kitchen, he prepared your favorite soup as hangover soup.

Talking about all the things from yesterday and clearing any misunderstandings, finding solutions for possible next times, both of you still shed a tear.

But that was nothing that a hug couldn’t fix now.

With a full stomach from eating your favorite soup, Seungcheol and you now had the time to comfortably cuddle on the couch.

With a random movie playing in the background. (Which obviously was ignored) You both made up for the time, that was not able to be shared yesterday.

“I love you, Cheol.”

“I love you, too, baby.” Was his response, smothering you with loving kisses.

[lokiswifeduh]

Bad Date

pairings: Bucky x fem!reader

warnings: disrespect for servers, forceful touching, unwanted kissing, John walker, fluff at the end.

summary: You go out on a date set up by Tony, which goes horribly. You come home and tell Bucky all about it in which he comforts you. 

WC: 1,182

A/N: I had a really crappy date like this a couple of months ago so this is the retelling of that and how I wish it had ended, thank you for reading!

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“Hey where are you going?” You looked over to see Bucky peeking his head above the couch, one of the sitcoms Wanda loved playing loudly in the back. 

You walked over, leaning on the back of the sofa. “Going on this date Tony set me up on.” Bucky’s brows went up as he nodded slowly. “Who is he?” Shrugging, you tucked your phone into your back pocket and fished out your keys. “His names John, last name starts with a ‘W’ I think.”  

Bucky pursed his lips, “And where are you going?”

You let out a laugh, “A restaurant. You ask too many questions Buck.”  He tilts his head in agreence, “Call me if you need anything, doll.” You smile down at him, “I will.”  Bucky’s lips curve up in a goofy grin, “And be home by eleven or I’ll hunt him down with a shotgun.” Laughing genuinely, you gesture to the TV, “You’ve been watching too many 50s’ sitcoms...” Walking away you open the door and shout out, “Don’t wait up!”

But after 20 minutes of being on the date, you were really hoping Bucky had waited up. The guy was the exact copy of your ex boyfriend. He had the same voice tone and even the same haircut. 

You ordered a water and hot wings, same as he did but when the waiter came he looked at her with a rude expression; as if her doing her job was interrupting. He was only talking about himself anyway. 

Sighing you took a other drink of your water, watching as he only paid attention to the TV behind your head. “So where are you from?” “Hmm?” He hummed, watching the apparently more interesting game behind you. 

You rolled your eyes, taking the last bite of your wing. “Are you guys ready for the check?” Looking at him across from you he was staring at, you a blank expression on his face. You looked back up at the server, smiling. “Yes, please. Thank you.”

Bringing back the check, he instantly grabbed it making your heart soar for at least one thing going right. He threw thirty dollars down, the waitress collecting it hastily. “I had a fun time.” He smiled over at you with a crooked smirk. You chuckled lightly, not knowing what to say. 

You weren't having a good time. Yet you forced the words from your mouth, “Me too.”

“Here’s the change.” The waitress placed the money down on the table, only for John to put all the four dollars of change back into his wallet, not even bothering to tip. She grabbed the empty drinks, not waiting for something she knew he wasn’t leaving. “Oh uhm-” “You ready?” You were about to say something when he abruptly stood, gesturing to the door. You nodded, “Yeah, I’ll catch up with you outside, I just need to use the restroom.” His eyes widened a little bit before he walked away, not even bothering to say anything. You groaned, the server catching your eye from across the room. “Hey!” 

You were able to catch her before she disappeared into the kitchen, making her turn around with a confused look on her face. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was gonna do that, here you go.” You pulled out your wallet, holding out a fifty dollar bill. Her eyes widened as she shook her head, “Are you sure? I don’t want  to be an inconvenience.”

It was your turn to shake your head, “I promise, it’s okay. I’m sorry for his behavior.” She hesitantly took the bill from your hand, holding it tight in her palm. “First date?” She questioned, making you nod. “Yeah, and last.”

“Good,” She scoffed, “I feel sorry for the poor woman who ends up with him.” Giving you a smile she thanked you once more, walking into the kitchen as you made your way out to John. He was standing by his truck, the run down vehicle definitely needed work, and a new paint job. 

Without a word he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you into him forcefully. You grunted, surprised by his actions. Looking down at you, his hands traveled down until he gripped your ass tightly, bruising tight.  

“Ow,” You muttered under your breath before softly pushing yourself out of his arms. “Where you going babe?” He chuckled, dipping his head down and kissing you. Your eyes shot open as he moaned and grunted, trying to stick his tongue down your throat.

You beeped your car alarm, the custom Lamborghini; a gift from Tony, illuminated in the dark parking lot. Pushing off of him, you subtly wiped his saliva from your lips and part of your chin, “I have to get home,” You gestured, finally making it to your car as he waited for a further explanation in the spot beside you. “Early meeting.” You opened your door, about to get in before he shouted. 

“I’ll call you.” You ignored him, getting in your car and shutting the door before he could say anymore. Without even turning on the music you reversed and sped from the parking lot, desperate to get back to the tower. 

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“Hey doll,” Bucky turned his head, smiling when you stepped through the door. But his grin soon died when he saw the exhausted and frankly disgusted look on your face as you slammed your bag and keys onto the kitchen island. 

Bucky watched in confusion as you plopped down on the couch beside him, letting out a big sigh before kicking your heels off. “So, what happened?” He questioned, making you turn your head in his direction. “Men suck.” Bucky nodded, “We do.”

“And they’re disrespectful, arrogant assholes.” 

“Do I need to kick someone’s ass, doll?”

You let your head fall onto Bucky’s shoulder, “Can you just hold me please.” And he did just that, wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your head into his side, tucking you into him. Your tight black mini-dress rode up in the process, Bucky pulling the material back down your thighs the best he could. “Wanna talk about it?”

You looked up at him, seeing the genuine concern written all across his face. “He was rude, ignoring me the entire time, he didn’t even tip-” “Wait, he didn’t tip the server?” You shook your head, a small spark of appreciation fluttering in your chest from the shock of Bucky’s words.  “Plus when I was walking to my car he grabbed me and kissed me without even asking.” You could feel Bucky’s grip tighten on you protectively, making your heart soar at his touch. 

You both sat in comfortable silence as you brought your hands to your lips, “I can’t believe I was stupid enough to think I could find a guy that wasn’t a total pig.” Bucky shook his head, “You deserve so much better, babydoll.”

You could feel Bucky’s shoulders start to loosen as he slowly dipped his head down, apparent of what he wanted. “Buck?” “Yeah?” “Don't stop.” Bucky leaned down, his nose brushing yours, “I wasn’t planning on it.”

[astronuke]

MCYT Secret Santa Gift @mcyt-gt-events

Sleepy snake

This was supposed to be a gift for @bittydragon and i’m so so so sorry that it’s so late and kind of crappy but there will be a part 2 so i can make it 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻. For now enjoy!

CW// Soft Vore + Cursing

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Wilbur was a complete idiot. But in his defense, the lake wasn’t that far from the cabin ok?! He just wanted to attempt to find that pretty salmon again, but he had completely forgotten that it was winter and that meant the fish were gone. Along with any other sensible animal. It also wasn’t his fault that the universe truly seemed to hate him and decided a blizzard would be wonderful right as Wilbur decided to head home. He cursed bitterly as he narrowly avoided another tree that just seemed to appear out of nowhere. Prime, he could barely see 5 feet ahead in this stupid blizzard. He could practically hear Techno’s annoying droning about his pathetic lack of survival skills. Then he saw it. In the distance. A giant opening to a cave. Wilbur laughed incredulously. Maybe the universe didn’t completely loathe him after all!

With a bit more spring in his step, Wilbur hurried over to the entrance to the cave. He didn’t even pause to think about how the vastness of the cave felt a bit…off. All he knew was he was finally out of that gods-forsaken blizzard, with what felt like 3 out of his 4 limbs still intact. He waddled further into the cave, still shivering from the cold that had taken root in his bones. He eventually found a dry spot against a cave wall and settled down, content to pass out for a bit, before he heard it. A strange whooshing sound. Wilbur glanced further into the darkness of the cave, where the sound had come from. The sound came again and Wilbur sat up. What can he say, he’s a curious person. He slowly made her way towards the increasingly loud noise until he saw a vague form in the darkness.

He got closer and slowly became horrified at the sight of what looked to be a child. He could barely make out a head of blonde curly hair. Wilbur couldn’t see far enough to see the kids lower half, but he desperately hoped he was wearing a thick pair of pants, because the kid didn’t appear to be wearing anything for a top. There was no way that the poor thing wasn’t practically frozen solid. Without another thought, Wib began sprinting with energy he didn’t know he had towards the fallen child. He realized soon that he had seriously miscalculated the distance between him and the kid and that the kid was a lot closer than he had thought. But- that doesn’t make sense, that would mean that either he had poor eyesight or that the kid…was…humongous.

Wilbur stared in increasing horror into the large face of an unconscious giant child. No,wait. Not unconscious. The kid’s eyebrows were furrowed tightly and he was breathing unevenly, letting out short puffs of cold air. “That explains the weird huffing sound” Wilbur thought grimly. The child’s cheeks were a harsh red, his eyes were squeezed shut as he weakly fought off the cold. And even though this was a giant (who shouldn’t exist, by the way), it was a giant child. And Wilbur had a chronically bleeding heart. So he made his decision. He didn’t know how, but he was gonna help this kid, whatever it took. Besides, he was raised by the Blood God and the Angel of Death. He was no stranger to the impossible.

So Wib steeled his nerves and marched up right in front of the child’s nose. Even if he was on the verge of unconsciousness, Wilbur couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by the poor kid, but he pushed those thoughts away. The kid let out another violent puff of air, blowing Wilbur’s hair away from his face and in sort of a knee jerk reaction, Wilbur placed his hand on the tip of the kid’s nose, though it probably looked more like a slap. Not that Wilbur had time to worry about it since he heard a sharp intake of air and 2 things happened in quick succession.

One, Wilbur watched as the boy’s eyes shot open, pupils constricting into thin slits as they landed on his comparatively small form, and he barely had a second to think ‘blue, just like Phil’ before the second thing happened. He felt something cold and smooth wrap around his ankle before his whole world was flipped upside down. Wilbur tried to see what was hanging him upside down and he only caught a glimpse of red before he heard a small pained groan. He turned to see that he was being held up at about eye level with the giant boy, who was slowly sitting up on shaky pale arms. Both arms. So how…? And then he looked and saw what was holding him up. A giant red scaled reptilian tail. One that was connected to the giant boy. Oh no. When the boy had finally sat up, his icy blue eyes focused on Wilbur and suddenly he felt paralyzed. He couldn’t move. He could hardly breathe. All he could see were those icy blue eyes. A naga. An honest to gods naga was staring Wilbur down with an emotion that he couldn’t focus enough to pick apart. Judgment? Or gods forbid, hunger.

In Wilbur’s trance of fear, he didn’t notice the boy’s quivering mouth, or his winces of pain with every minute movement. He did notice when the boy ground out a question.

“A-are you fucking stupid?”

Wilbur’s brain lagged as he processed the question. What?

“Why the hell are you here? I’m not sure if you noticed, but there is very much a blizzard outside right now. In fact, how did you even get here?” the naga snarked

When Wilbur did not respond, the tail holding him gently shook side to side.

“Hello? Did you die of cold already? Or did my awesomeness shock you into silence?” the naga asked, as if he wasn’t shivering violently every other second.

There was another moment of silence before Wilbur swallowed, channeling Technos monotone deadpan.

“Well maybe if you quit hanging me upside down, i could probably form a coherent sentence and respond to you.” he droned. He didn’t expect the kid to jolt like he’d had a sudden realization and a flash of remorse to slide across his face before he was suddenly flipped right side back up.

“Come to think of it, aren’t snakes supposed to be asleep for the winter or whatever? That would mean that you would need to be as well” Wilbur said as a dry attempt at a joke. Surprisingly, the kids' eyebrows furrowed at the remark.

“I can't hibernate yet, I have to wait for my…master to come back.” he said sheepishly

It was then that Wilbur looked the child in the eyes for the first time.

“How long have you been waiting for your ‘master’ to come back, exactly?” Wilbur asked, studying the child’s expression.

“Only a little while. It doesn’t matter anyways, because my master is coming back.” the naga snapped.

Wilbur raised his hands in surrender and it was quiet for all of 5 seconds before he started up again.

“Why do you need your master to hibernate anyways?” Wilbur asked, leaning lazily against the tail that still held him captive.

The kid's ears twitched as he replied “He might need me, what’ll happen if he’s in danger and needs protecting and I’m off somewhere snoozing the winter away. And besides, for me to hibernate, conditions have to be met.”

“What, like it has to be 30° exactly for the little snake to get some sleep?” Wilbur teased with a huff of laughter.

“There has to be someone in my storage.” the kid deadpanned.

It was then that the kid looked at Wilbur. Who couldn’t move. A glint grew in the child’s eye. A glint Wilbur did not want to touch with a 60 ft pole.

“You know… I don’t have to hibernate all in one go. I can sleep in sections.” The naga stated.

Wilbur felt a bead of sweat make its way down the back of his neck. “That's… interesting,” he mumbled.

“Yeah it is. It also means I don’t necessarily have to wait for my master to get back to get a little bit of sleep” the kid purred.

“Um, yes you do- what are you doing?” Wilbur cried out as the tail that was holding him abruptly dropped him into a giant hand.

“Finally getting some real sleep, I hope. I haven’t slept properly in 3 winters…” the naga said quietly as he pinched Wilbur’s waist between two clawed fingers.

Wilbur felt a brief flash of sympathy wash over him before it was quickly overshadowed by fear as he was raised above the fanged mouth of the young naga.

“Wait! Don’t do this man please!” He cried, desperately trying to wiggle out of the nagas hold, to no avail.

The naga paused and brought Wilbur back to eye level. Wilbur let himself hope that maybe he had talked some sense into the naga. That is, until he opened his mouth.

“I promise you won’t die. It won’t even hurt! I swear on the gods.I just have to do this.” the naga croaked before closing his eyes, tilting his head back, opening his mouth and raising Wilbur above it once more.

“No no NO!” Wilbur cried, panicking as he was lowered into naga’s mouth. He barely saw how the naga’s eyebrows furrowed more and more with every desperate cry.

He yelped as he was dropped into the unpleasantly warm cavern. He instantly tried to scramble back to the front of the mouth but the naga had quickly snapped his teeth shut, nearly taking Wilburs hand and effectively sealing his fate in the same breath. Wilbur began to breathe harshly as the world slowly tilted backwards, making him slide to the back of the mouth. He let out one last desperate cry before was gulped down. The whole way down the nagas throat, Wilbur hardly let himself move. This was really happening. His journey came to an end when he finally fell into what looked like the nagas stomach.

Wilbur sat panting in the stomach of the naga, trying his damndest not to cry. What kind of cruel fate was this? To die to a giant sickly snake child? He felt the naga sluggishly poking at him from the outside, but he couldn’t even bring himself to lash out at him.

“Little dude?” the naga asked, the voice reverberating all around him, causing Wilbur to cringe slightly.

“How could you do this to me?” Wilbur muttered, grieving quietly for the life he was supposed to live.

He felt the naga flinch slightly at his words. He heard a gulp above him and Wilbur felt a tendril of dark satisfaction curl around his heart, pleased that the naga was nervous.

“I told you, I can't go another winter alone.” the naga whimpered.

“So you fucking swallow me? Kid, the solution to loneliness isn’t murder!” Wilbur bellowed.

The naga flinched again before two hands pressed against the stomach. “B-but it isn’t murder! You aren’t going to die, I-I promised!”

Wilbur laughed humorlessly. “The gig is up, you’ve already swallowed me so I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to keep up with that ridiculous lie.”

“I’m not lying! You're in my storage stomach idiot!” the naga cried indignantly.

“Yeah! A stomach! I don’t care what words you put in front of it, a stomach is a stomach, which means I'm going to… die.” Wilbur stressed, voice breaking at the last word.

“Nono! Nagas have two stomachs, one for consumption and one for storage. The one for storage doesn’t have any acids that can kill you.” the naga explained hurriedly.

Wilbur took in the information silently.

“So…i’ll be ok?” he asked tentatively

“Yes,” the naga exhaled, sounding relieved. “Like I promised.”

“You did promise, didn’t you?” Wilbur said, letting out a tired laugh

The naga didn’t respond and Wilbur felt his surroundings shift as the naga curled up quietly.

It was silent for a moment and Wilbur felt his eyes drooping. How absurd. He was quite literally lying in the belly of the beast right now. He leaned back against the walls of the stomach and made himself comfortable. Although the kid had reassured him thoroughly that he wasn’t going to die, he’d also made it very clear that he wasn’t letting Wilbur go. At least for a little while. He might as well get cozy in his new prison. Just as he was dozing off, he heard a yawn from above followed by a hum.

“Tommy”

“…What” Wilbur murmured, only half conscious.

“My name is Tommy. Just so you know” The naga- Tommy confessed.

It was silent for a moment before Wilbur huffed, softly amused.

“I’m Wilbur.”

[artsupplies-battle]

Art supplies battle

blood of my enemies VS synthetic voice bank

Glitter gel pen VS mayonnaise

Glass dip pen VS shitty cheap half empty pen

Graphite pencil VS Ribbon tool

Highlighters VS acrylic paints

Camera VS tones

Ballpoint pen VS vocoloid

Kneadable graphite VS watercolor pencil

Charcoal VS paper

Silver wire VS the shitty dried out markers from the artist briefcase

Digital pen VS the kickers brush they made

Nail art brushes VS hair

Glue dibber VS bleach

Blend tool VS found objects

Kneadble eraser VS harmonica

Yarn VS the sharpener on the back of a Crayola crayons 64 box

Water colors VS mouse (computer)

A cats little foot VS knife

Dirt VS Bobby pin

Rocks VS bow rosin

Photoshop VS Bic Atlantis ball point pen

Sketchbook VS knitting needles

Crochet hooks VS cintiq

Oil pastels VS washi tape

Bic mechanical pencil VS uv resin

Crayons VS disk (like a CD)

Sumi brush VS scanner

Ukulele VS rubber (condom)

Bass guitar VS roofei art kit

Waterproof pens VS Wacom drawing tablet

Fluffy watercolor VS gumi

Charcoal VS gold leaf

The notes app VS pencil (not specific)

Fingers VS toothpick

Tipex VS big tubs of paint

That dry pen you have VS processing

Saliva VS melted chocolate ice cream

Sugar VS prismacolor alcohol based markers

Money VS electric guitar

Rubber (eraser) VS kum pencil sharpener

Hatsune miku VS epoxy resin

India ink VS Copic markers

Tattoo machine+ tattoo ink VS MS paint

Lead pencil VS printmaking ink

Needle threader VS flip a clip

Curved needle VS vantablack

Sewing machine VS artists loft dual tip

Blue print VS my tears

Glitter glue VS beads

Ruler VS origami paper/ patterned paper

Prismacolor pencils VS sculpey

Macaroni noodles VS Mr. Super clear matte

Brain VS blood

Sharpie VS bark (wood kind)

Utau/ open utau VS the good pen ™️

Fake blood VS clay

Wooden human model VS fire

Icing bag VS clip studio paint

Posca pens VS cable needle

Fishing line VS ctrl +z

Rattlesnake VS human

ASCII VS 5$ crappy sketchbook

[skinnyminnie1234]

17/04/24

Day 4: dear god.

Breakfast= banana and water

Break= water

Lunch= water, strawberry lemonade, ham and cheese croissant AND a cake pop. I was doing so well until that cake pop 💔

Dinner= my parents bought fish and chips 💔 greatful but upset. I had 2 cod bites and a small portion of chips. AND THEN I FUCKING BINGED AND ATE 3 COOKIES. So annoying

I did lots of walking today tho. Does anyone have any tips for binging? I feel like I only do it when I’ve ate one bad thing which is really annoying ughhh. However, I was offered a lot of food for some reason today (I was out and about quite a bit which might be why) but I was able to resist for the most part!!

So overall, I’m feeling pretty crappy about today. Any tips to not binge would be appreciated 💋

[weshney]

Inspired by another PhantasyPhest2022 post by @echobogg

Ao3 link

It was just an average morning for Danny, really. In that it was frickin' seven o' clock on a Saturday and he was up chasing ghosts. His Sense had gone off just ten minutes ago, rousing him from a dream that pulled at his mind like warm honey, promising sweet delight should he just close his eyes and drift back off. Groaning, he'd let the cool tingle of his ghost form chase away the alluring heat of the covers and shot out of bed, zipping through his bedroom window to follow the elusive pull in his chest.

As he'd passed the city center the sky had lightened from soft black to grizzle grey, the sun unable to penetrate a thick cloud cover that promised snow.

A blip of increased ecto-energy steered his flight left and Danny's eyes narrowed, frustration bubbling in his core.

The mall?

"Goddamnit!" Danny tipped forward in a nosedive. "Just because the stores have fancy boxes right now doesn't mean—!" The wind stole the rest of his words and pulled at messy, white hair, dragging it back from his face as he plummeted through the roof of the multiplex.

Slowing on the other side, Danny scanned his surroundings, color fading from his vision as unearthly eyes adjusted to the gloom of an empty store.

Silent as the grave, he let what little light there was pass through him, invisibility leeching his soft glow as he floated down a short aisle toward the center walkway. Passing a collection of thumbstick drives suspended on metal pegs, he neared an end cap covered in fluffy cotton balls and reindeer figurines.

He could tell the ghost was close, but his Sense wasn't perfect.

Letting his eyes defocus as he stuck his head out over the main floor, he watched for movement over detail.

There. A green shadow flashed in Danny's periphery, and the ghost boy shot forward.

Green? Not blue?

Danny's brows furrowed even as he took a hard left. Contorting around a floor stand, he was just in time to watch a spectral tail disappear into a gaming display, a muted "Nyah-hah-hah-ha-ha!" emanating from the now-glowing Xbox 360.

"An X-box?" Danny whispered, rubbing at an eyebrow with the heel of his palm. "Well that's just great. Right theme. Wrong ghost."

He needed to get Technus out of there before the geriatric computer scientist turned the whole Best Buy into a crappy version of Sharknado meets Transformers.

Engaging intangibility, Danny darted forward, shoulder leading a charge through a "Pre-Order Now!" sign as he beelined for the console.

Green gloves shot out, encircling the teen's waist in the blink of an eye.

Managing only a single, weak yelp as black crept into his vision, Danny felt himself go limp.

Sky-blue eyes opened to a sea of blurry color.

Large, jagged shapes of black and green fought against a pale blue backdrop, sending a wave of nausea climbing up Danny's throat even as an evocative aroma tried to nag him into lucidity.

Uuuugh.

What hit him?

"...ey, you…" A burst of cold shocked his system and he abruptly understood that the crisp, aromatic scent was pine and the looming silhouettes of color belonged to the landscape of a mountain pass. Even birdsong filtered in, accompanied by a string instrument's faint, haunting melody.

Where—?

"...ou're finally awake." Danny's head lolled forward and his mind went from a fish in a whirlpool to a hermit crab in an aquarium, the chaotic dizziness vanishing like it'd never been.

Back stiff, he shifted in place, wood creaking beneath him as he appraised a pair of stinging wrists. Human ones.

Wait. Why was he tied up?!

Danny pulled at his hands, trying to will them into intangibility; then, with some panic, himself into invisibility.

Nothing happened.

"You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us and that thief over there."

Hold up. What?!

[augment-techs]

Otp Headcanons ask: Jason x Zack x Trini x Violet

Who’s the safer driver?

Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

Who takes longer showers?

Who is more likely to get jealous?

What was the most surprising thing they learned about one another once they started dating?

(With the adjustments of words like couple)

Ohhhh, this precious poly~

Who’s the safer driver? Trini. There is no doubt about that after Jason managed to back up into a cemetery fence line, only just barely missing the first row of headstones; after Zack rear-ended a Porcha and jacked up their joint insurance premiums in one sure go; after Violet got side swiped by a Ford truck, the guy tried to speed away and she chased after him until he crashed into a telephone pole. Trini is the good driver.  Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in? Depending on the circumstances, they are more than happy to go as a group to familiar places with familiar people--they’ve gone roller-skating at a rink a dozen times, constantly twirling around to crappy Bebop and Pop and laughing loud and long each time one of them has fallen over. If it’s more for a gathering that involves unknown people and obligation, however, Zack and Trini are the more likely to go and have a good time while Jason and Violet stay home reading or watching a classic black-and-white film snuggled up on the couch. Who takes longer showers? Jason and Zack have a tendency to get it on in the shower for well and long after the hot water has run its course. Sometimes they get so wrapped up in each other, it takes landing ass fist against the wall to get them to knock it off. Trini prefers to take boiling hot baths with foam and salts and oils--sometimes with one of the lot of them joining her, but when it comes to showers? No. Violet, alone, takes the longest showers that are utterly alone and freezing cold, because she believes in stimulating the mind and meditation and no way in hell any of the Rangers are going to join in for THAT. But when she gets out, there’s usually Zack there with the fluffiest towel, and Trini ready with tea, and Jason squinting at her face and fingers to make sure her tips aren’t showing blue. Who is more likely to get jealous? Violet. It’s something she doesn’t like to admit or talk about, but some scars from school never really go away: thinking she’s not pretty enough, or smart enough, or brave enough for three Rangers that protected the universe when they hadn’t even started driving. Sometimes when the most intrusive thoughts get her in a mood, she disappears from their home for days at a time until Zack tracks her down at the library, calling up Jason and Trini when he fishes the truth out of Violet, and arranging a stay at Sanctuary for little mini vacations full of snuggles and kisses and re-establishing the connection between the four of them with love-love-love. What was the most surprising thing they learned about one another once they started dating? That for all that Zack can dance just about as well as any professional in any dance in the word, he cannot ice skate worth a damn. That Violet was the tallest person in her class from primary to just before high school--and Jason once stuck gum in her hair when he was still trying to find his way. That Trini was the first among them in so many things--kisses, tongue kisses, oral sex, lost virginity, anal sex; being an army brat left a real number on her and it took her a lot of reassurances that there wasn’t anything wrong with her.

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4 Tips for Landing More Spring Crappies

Microfishing is all the rage these days. And so is bringing home a bucketful of crappies. But springtime can prove to be difficult when tracking these panfish down. See this list of #tips for landing more spring crappies!

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Okay, here we go. I'm currently rewatching the original How I Met Your Mother and I am having thoughts on how to rewrite How I Met Your Father in a way where it matches the energy and quality of the original while also modernizing it and leaving the more problematic ellemnts behind so here is a post that no one asked for or cares about, thank you

Okay so the characters of Valentina and Charlie, instead of being two flakey straight people who just got together and decided to move in after a day are now instead a pansexual polyamorous couple that have been together for years and go to all the niche gay clubs and underground raves and out of the box fetish parties and fancy secret orgies happening in the seedy underbelly of New York City. These two would effectively fill the Barney Stinson role from the original series. They would make references and inuendos and have wild stories, rules, and lists all about their wild NYC sex lives. They would also act as Ellen's gurus and mentors in discovering the lesbian scene of New York and they act as everyone else's wingmen just like Barney would while leaving behind Barney's problematic overt sexism replacing it instead with two sex positive queers for the modern age of love and dating in 2022

Sophie would stay pretty much the same but she'd be Valentina and Charlie's little straight project, however we would make her way more of a spaz, because that is where Hillary Duff thrives comedically, make her go on bad dates where she panics and blurts out excuses to get out of it which are obvious lies like her grandmother is giving birth and she has to cut the cord or are like "I have chlamydia! K bye!" And she has horrible petty rivalries with other photographers to bring her character down a peg personality wise, she's too perfect in that 'im just a quirky girl' kind of way and I want her to actually be a person and save Hillary Duff from the cardboard she is forced to inhabit. I wanna make this girl really interesting, she's an immature party girl who falls over her own feet, she's sweet and looking for love and kind of quirky, she left a dead fish inside a rival photographers camera bag, just girly things you know

Sid and Hannah are honestly so useless to this show, their long distance relationship does not work, I'd write it out of the show completely instead the two of them own the bar together and most of the comedy and conflict in their relationship comes from how each think the bar should be run, with different gimmick ideas and visual gags to match the energy of How I Met Your Mother's wacky visual gags and weird cutaways. There's also a running gag where Valentina and Charlie say they're going to convince Sid and Hannah to swing with them one day *wink wink* with very heavy denial from the engaged couple. However after meeting the four of them immediately schedule a weekly couple's brunch date and they each give tips and updates on how to help out their three little disaster children, Jesse, Sophie, and Ellen

Jesse's backstory and mannerisms can stay basically the same, but he should be bisexual, he and Sophie will bond over having the same taste in guys, crappy (pause for laugh), and they come to the same agreement they do in the show to be each other's wingmen. Making Jesse bisexual would just make him more likeable to me, as it stands I just find him very unlikeable his charm feels forced and insecure, personally I feel like if he was bisexual I would feel less like Jesse acts the exact same way Ted would whine without also having the charm of Josh Radnor to cover up how annoying it is. Not to mention him being bisexual would be an opening for conflict between him and Sophie when their relationship develops romantically and it also deepens the connection between him and Ellen because now they're two disaster queer siblings roughing it in NYC together, they would be pure mlm wlw solidarity, disaster lesbian sister and disaster bisexual brother, that's a dynamic I wish the show would have had

And lastly I'd honestly leave Ellen completely alone, my girl is carrying that show on her back and the weight is crushing her, these changes are just to help take some of it off her shoulders

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Best Fishing Exotic Fish Tips You'll Read This Year

Thank goodness we've trailers to assist haul some of the larger stuff. Those first three floats have morphed into a big assortment. Our first reaction was attempting to compensate this by improving the tutorial or including a couple of visible feedbacks to help them with the release timing, nevertheless it was nearly ineffective: Although most of the players may full the game with none problem, there have been a set of players that received fully stuck within the mini sport. Because this is a straightforward, dependable, low-value arrange, the bow-mounted spool reels and shoot-through reels are superb to be used on a back-up bow in a ship. Carp are lots bigger than most trout and in the event you set the hook exhausting you'll likely break it right off. Therefore, you get a lot stronger hook sets and increased sensitivity in a thinner line. WaterCar is near its not-released number of orders which can allows it to step up manufacturing efforts from building one-offs to a speedier assembly line production system -- and perhaps even a price discount. During discipline testing, the 5 metrics that we assessed for each fishing line are Strength, Memory, Casting, Versatility, and Knots. So with out further ado, listed here are 5 alternatives to flip-flops for males.

You would possibly find yourself being surprised by how effectively a few of these alternatives will work. Catfish have been stocked in the lake as effectively. Selby mentioned interest in the Python is growing and WaterCar has received inquiries from Turkey, the Middle East and China as well as different regions of the globe. Next, the owner might want to register the Python as a car and as a ship, and acquire license plates and watercraft license decals as required by the state. One of the highlights of this stream is the 170 foot waterfall in Chittenango Falls State Park. Directing the stream by means of a movable nozzle permits steering. So because the Python moves by the water observer will see the wheels turn, however the wheels have nothing to do with performing like rudders -- it is really the water propulsion nozzle beneath the waterline directing the stream. Yet the corporate does bow a little to design because for the somewhat hefty value tag and the custom-constructed nature of the automobile, a customer can have it any means they want it. If you've got fashion and creative aptitude, making one thing unique and engaging to your table dressing may be a enjoyable option to spend an afternoon.

This technique is a great technique to catch bigger Northern Pike, or other species that may be caught in the summer comparable to Crappies and Bass. In the United States there are currently greater than 250 non-native aquatic species from other continents and greater than 450 nonnative are from North America however have been moved outdoors their native ranges. For the rest of us, entertaining for particular events, like weddings and other massive gatherings, can inspire glassy-eyed misery when we must provide you with engaging ways to adorn not solely ourselves and the food, but the opposite associated stuff, too. Land has discovered an choice that pays off come searching season. The event is for teenagers aged 14 and underneath and no reside bait please. Safety is a priority at NAB so within the occasion a client arrives intoxicated the trip will probably be cancelled. They could also be your go-to footwear during hotter months, however donning a pair while mowing the lawn or riding your bicycle might lead to a trip to the emergency room with a nasty stress fracture, a broken bone or even (within the case of the lawn mower) a number of lacking digits. Many designs feature buckles and straps that stop them from slipping off your ft, making these sneakers safe to put on when hiking and riding bicycles.

Unlike athletic sneakers, feet are exposed to the open air, making these sneakers a popular alternative throughout warmer months of the year. If the arrow is lower than 10 ft from the bow it may well rebound and strike the shooter. When bowfishing, you can use any bow out on the water, but a bowfishing bow has an advantage in that they designed among the options to make it higher for bowfishing. These spots all have distinctive features that trout use in another way. When a purchaser purchases a Python rolling chassis and selects the engine and transmission, he or she can choose to both have the elements assembled at the manufacturing facility, or assemble it at residence as a do-it-yourself mission. The LS engine and Mindiola gearbox work collectively to provide energy and torque to the propulsion unit. This propulsion unit -- the corporate is testing out a number of business fashions before settling on one -- basically sucks water in utilizing an impeller and the ensuing highly effective water-stream pushes the craft ahead. Competitors are most often skilled fishermen who are supported by business endorsements. Recreational fishing competitions (tournaments) are a current innovation through which fishermen compete for prizes primarily based on the overall weight of a given species of fish caught within a predetermined time.

[freedomcdjrnorthbyedmorse]

Outdoor Activities You Can Drive to Near Sherman, TX

Aug 11, 2023

1. Hike and Bike at Hagerman National Wildlife Refuge

The vast 11,320-acre Hagerman National Wildlife Refuge at 6465 Refuge Road in Sherman is just the place to get in touch with nature. Explore the beautiful surroundings on nine miles of easy-to-moderate hiking and biking trails, and listen to the sounds of the insects and songbirds along the way.

Keep your eyes peeled for migratory birds and wildlife indigenous to northern Texas, from bald eagles and red-headed woodpeckers to river otters, especially along Haller’s Haven, an easy-going 2.7-mile loop past Picnic and Dead Woman’s Ponds. 

2. Fish in the Ponds and Creeks

With 2,195 acres of water on the Big Mineral Arm of Lake Texoma, 466 acres of ponds, and various creeks, including Harris and Sandy Creeks, the Hagerman National Wildlife Refuge is the ideal spot to wet your hook.

The waters teem with largemouth, smallmouth, striped, and white bass and have a good supply of sunfish, crappie, and catfish. Bank fishing along Big Mineral Creek and Sandy Point is prevalent throughout the year, and boat fishing is allowed between March and September.

3. Paddle and Picnic in Herman Baker Park

Herman Baker Park at 2500 West Center Street in Sherman stretches over 83 acres of outdoor fun. The highlight of the park is the picturesque 34-acre Pickens Lake. Rent a kayak or paddleboard to explore the water and take a leisurely stroll around the lake on the one-and-a-half-mile nature trail to find the best spot to enjoy lunch and the beautiful view over the water.

4. Test Your Skills on the Pecan Grove Disc Golf Course

Head out to Pecan Grove Park-West at 3200 Canyon Creek Drive in Sherman to play a round of disc golf on the Pecan Grove Disc Golf Course. This challenging 18-hole course is known as one of the best disc golf courses in the state. The scenic course runs through the woods and along the shores of the lake and has plenty of surprising elements that will test your skills.

Have loads of fun out in the fresh air with your family and friends. Before you take your loved ones on an outdoor adventure, contact Freedom Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram North By Ed Morse today for a vehicle checkup and ensure your ride is in tip-top shape.

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Navigating the Waters: Expert Lake Texoma Fishing Guides

Lake Texoma, sprawling across the border of Texas and Oklahoma, is renowned for its exceptional fishing opportunities. However, navigating its vast waters can be challenging without the guidance of seasoned experts. This is where the expertise of Lake Texoma fishing guides comes into play.

These guides are not merely individuals with a passion for angling; they are seasoned professionals with an intimate knowledge of the lake's ecosystem, weather patterns, and the behavior of its diverse fish species. Their experience spans years of honing their craft, learning the intricacies of the lake, and perfecting their techniques to ensure an unforgettable fishing experience for their clients.

One of the key advantages of hiring a Lake Texoma fishing guide is their ability to maximize your chances of success. They know the prime fishing spots like the back of their hand, whether you're targeting striped bass, catfish, or crappie. From rocky points to submerged structures, they can lead you to the most promising locations based on the season, time of day, and prevailing conditions.

Moreover, fishing guides provide invaluable insights and tips that can significantly improve your angling skills. Whether it's selecting the right bait, mastering casting techniques, or understanding fish behavior, they are dedicated to helping you become a more proficient angler while enjoying a day out on the water.

Beyond their expertise in fishing, lake texoma fishing guides prioritize safety above all else. They are well-versed in boating regulations, possess CPR and first aid certifications, and are equipped with top-of-the-line safety gear to ensure a secure fishing excursion for everyone onboard.

Choosing the right fishing guide is crucial for a successful and enjoyable outing on Lake Texoma. Look for guides with a stellar reputation, positive reviews from past clients, and a genuine passion for sharing their love of fishing with others. With their guidance, you'll not only reel in impressive catches but also create cherished memories that will last a lifetime.