gasolinerainbowpuddles · 1 year ago
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@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts
Day 9: Slutwear, Squirting/Cumshots, Prostitution/Camming/Sex-for-Service
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𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩-𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥
| PAIRING(s): neighbor!Joel x haunted house organizer!neighbor | RATING: explicit material | 18+| WORD COUNT: 3.2k (jfc this one really got away from me) | CONTENT: no outbreak AU // we're gonna assume Sarah is old enough to be out of the house, two spooky idiots vibing with each other, mock arrangement of sexual favors for Halloween props | SYNOPSIS: In the 5th year of running your free to the neighborhood haunted house, your contractor neighbor Joel Miller expresses interest in participating.
The garage door was open, but Joel still knocked. “Hello?”
When you didn’t answer, he tried again. A few heavier knocks later and he heard footsteps scrambling his direction. You emerged from the doorway with strands of hair stuck to your forehead and a single overall strap securely snapped. He avoided looking at your tight sports bra underneath, for the most part.
“Hi, I’m so sorry. I was sanding something and didn’t hear you at first, I don’t think,” you greet him breathlessly.
“Nah, you’re fine, you’re fine,” he waves away your fretting. “Figured you’d be workin’ on somethin’ for all this.” He eyes the transformation in progress. He reaches out to tap one of the ghoul’s sinister, bony fingers from where it floats on the ceiling.
“Oh, yeah. It’s always sort of crazy this time of year,” you admit with a shy grin. “I, uh, I can move my car from the street if it’s–”
“Nah, I ain’t one of those,” he laughs. “Just always been curious to get a closer look. Seen you workin’ on this over the years. Real impressive stuff.”
You perk up at the positive feedback and note the “Miller Contracting” t-shirt that fits incredibly well across his broad chest. “Oh. Well, thanks. Sorry about the car thing. It’s not like you seem like a party pooper or something, it’s just—”
He waves his hand to interrupt you again. “I know some of the neighbors aren’t crazy about it. Fuck ‘em.”
Your smile goes ear to ear at the easy way he makes you feel confident in your not so typical hobby of having an open haunted house, free of charge to the entire neighborhood every year. It had started out with just your garage and backyard serving as a short walk-through haunted house, but now in your 5th year you’ve incorporated a few of your downstairs rooms into the layout. You slowly added new pieces and props over time, and it had become a huge point of pride for you to see the smiling faces and hear the shrill, excited screams of the patrons.
“Did you, um, want a look around? Have you ever done the haunted house?”
Joel relaxes his shoulders but insists he doesn’t want to impose. You insist right back that he’s more than welcome to see what you’ve got going on. You point to his shirt. “Could probably give me a few tips!”
He follows you as you start to walk into the house again. “Yeah, ‘bout that. Actually sorta why I thought of comin’ by….”
You turn to read his face, but can’t think past the infuriatingly adorable tinge of pink on his cheeks. 
“I, uh, would love to make ya somethin’. A prop or somethin’. I’m pretty decent with woodwork, and I think it’s pretty neat what’cha got goin’ on here.” He shrugs, but it doesn’t counterbalance his obvious nerves at offering up his services.
“Are you serious?” you breathe. “You’d make me something? I mean, you really don’t have to do that, but I can’t say it doesn’t sound fucking amazing.”
You’d seen his house before. You’d driven by it enough times to gawk at the beautiful renovations that had been done over time. It was the most gorgeous house on the street by leaps and bounds, and the owner and crafter of said renovations wasn’t so bad to look at, either. You realize you don’t know his name. You offer him yours and hope he’ll return the gesture.
“Joel,” he says firmly. Even his voice sounded deep and strong. He was even more gorgeous up close.
“Joel Miller, of Miller Contracting fame,” you amend with a playful smile and a nod to his shirt.
“The one and only,” he lobs back with a devastating smirk. Oh, the bastard was getting more comfortable around you, so now he was easing into a laid back confidence that made you want to gnaw your own arm off.
“I mean, I’d offer you some complimentary tickets to the haunted house in return, but it’s already free, so….”
He laughs under his breath and shakes his head. “No, no, none’uh that. This is somethin’ I’ve been kickin’ around for the past coupl’a years. Think it sounds real fun. Never really built a dedicated prop piece, but I’d love to take a crack at it if you’d let me.”
Your heart leaps into your throat when he admits he’s thought about your haunted house for years. That he’s wanted to be a part of it in a way for years. It was something born of pure passion and love for Halloween as well as something to nurture your creative side. The thought of Joel wanting in on it made your chest squeeze and balloon.
The rest of the afternoon flows easy with conversation and ideas about additions to your setup. It’s less than a week later when Joel texts you that the piece is almost done if you wanted to come check it out. You force yourself to wait at least 2 minutes before replying in the affirmative.
Joel’s house is even more stunning on the inside. You aren’t sure what stars aligned to get this man to offer you a prop piece at absolutely no cost. You feel like the luckiest person to ever walk the earth. You casually sip the beer Joel offered you while he details all the insanely detailed and impressive work he put into the prop piece he dreamt up with you.
“S’not too shabby, I think,” he nods in approval as he gauges his work. His eyes flash to yours when you don’t respond right away. You’re staring open mouthed at the piece, the shifting gears, the working levers. You can’t even imagine how much something like this would cost at a home improvement store.
“Show me again,” you urge with barely contained glee.
Joel smiles and snaps the lever down, releasing the guillotine and severing the dummy head into the basket. You legitimately clap this time and bob on the tips of your toes. His grin is wide and boyish as he taps a button on the floor with his foot, reeling everything back into place.
“I–I can’t even—HOLY SHIT, JOEL,” you laugh. You run your hands through your hair like you don’t even know what else to do, how else to react.
“Hope it’s not too tall for the–”
“Shutup, Joel, you know it isn’t too tall. You measured, like, 400 times,” you interject.
“I measured three times, but alright,” he chuckles. He looks back and forth between you and the prop. “So, you, uh.. It’s good? Ya like it?”
“It’s amazing!” you gush. A thought crosses your mind that immediately sets off a whole other level of excitement. “Joel, what would you say to operating this opening night at the very least?”
“What? Like, be part of the haunted house? I dunno ‘bout all that,” he mumbles.
“This thing is a work of art! Are you kidding me?! If anybody should be the first to terrorize people with it, it should be the person who made it!” you argue. You stomp across the room and stop dead center in front of Joel. “Seriously. It would be so much fun! You said you’d done the walk-through last year, so you know what you’re getting yourself in to – at least a little bit.”
“You seriously want an old guy like me tryna yank this lever and scare people? I’m more like’tuh throw my damn back out than scare anybody off,” he huffs in a self-deprecating tone.
“Joel,” you snort. “You’re built like a fucking brick shithouse. You’re broad as hell, and you’ve got muscles and all that shit. You’re, like, perfectly intimidating. Put you in an Executioner’s mask, and it’s a done deal!”
Joel smirks and raises a brow. “You think I’m muscular and strong, huh?” he teases.
You flush and swat his arm. “This is the thanks I get for trying to encourage you.”
“Said somethin’ about bein’ broad, too, didn’t’cha?” he adds as he bites back a smile.
“I’m just trying to flatter you so you’ll make me more free props,” you deadpan.
Joel coughs up his sip of beer in a laugh. “Damn, maybe I should make you pay for this after all,” he muses in false contemplation.
“Hey now, let’s not get hasty,” you giggle. You put your hands out to your sides in mock surrender.
“Typical. Shoulda known I was gettin’ fleeced. Suddenly it’s a ‘you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours’ kinda deal, huh?,” he teases.
“Nobody is conning anybody. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours! You give me a head—” you pat the decapitated prop head for emphasis “—I’ll give you head!”
Joel’s eyes widen with an amused sparkle. His eyebrows shot up at the same time as the corner of his mouth lifted devilishly. “Well now we’re talkin’!” he chortles.
Your face is on fire. You must have gone through every shade of red that Crayola has created. “Ohhh my god. Jesus christ. OH MY GOD, please— I’m so– I can’t–,” you sputter. You slap a hand over your forehead. “That was so fucking embarrassing and inappropriate. Joel, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe—”
“Whoa now, relax. S’alright. Just a bit of teasin’,” he reassures you once he realizes you’re actually mortified at the half slip-up half failed attempt at humor. “S’all in good fun, okay? No need to get bent outta shape.”
You chance a look at him with an absolutely humiliated expression and find his playfully warm eyes waiting for you.
“C’mon, don’t be like that,” he tuts and knocks a hand against your arm gently. “Was funny as hell. Needed a good laugh, so thanks for that, sweetheart.”
As if your face wasn’t already ablaze, the casual petname makes your heart stammer. You were not going to survive this man.
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“Alright, everybody, we got a 20 minute interval, so get yourself some water and a quick snack if you need one,” you announce to the group of volunteers. Frightening clowns and ghostly figures waddle and stroll into the inner rooms of the house not being utilized in the haunted house.
You glance around only to find Joel doing the same. You smile and walk up to him.
“So the girls didn’t talk you into the shirtless get-up, huh?” you giggle.
Joel rolls his eyes through the black mask obscuring his face.
“So, is Mister ‘I’ve scared more kids in one night than any other scene volunteer in the past 4 years combined’ enjoying himself? Or do you need to make a couple more 12 year olds pee their pants before you’re ready to admit it?”
Joel lifts the fabric mask over his head and grins at you. “Like you’d give me all that credit. Already heard you earlier talkin’ ‘bout how I got the ‘good corner’ that’s out of sight until it’s too late.”
“Yeah, that’s true. Probably would’ve only made two 12 year old piss themselves so far if you weren’t given the good corner,” you shrug. “Oh well, that’s what special treatment gets ya.”
He laughs and runs a hand through his sweaty hair. Your stomach lurches with want.
“So am I hired or what?” 
“Hired? Hm, no, that implies pay, and you’re not getting paid,” you reason with a giggle.
“Damn. Free props and free labor. I’m gettin’ the short end of the stick, I think,” he mock gripes.
You feel a twinge of guilt even though you know he’s joking. He had already supplied you with an amazing element for the haunted house, and you’d sort of strong-armed him into acting in one of the sets tonight. “You know if you really did end up feeling like you should get some sort of compensation, I’m sure I could come up with, like, a payment plan or something,” you offer.
“Dunno, I’m still pretty interested in that offer of head,” he quips.
Your head inches back in a jerk as you snort in surprise. “Oh?”
Joel instantly shifts into apology mode and expresses his regret at the tasteless joke.
You put up a hand to stop his frenzied blabbering. His mouth hangs open with panic, but he stops talking. You force a swallow past the ball of nerves in your throat and inch closer to him. You graze the tips of your fingers against the shiny polyester costume stretching across his chest.
“What if… what if I was interested in getting to know you better? In the kinda way that that joke about … ‘scratching each other’s backs’  isn’t really a joke?” You fan your fingers across his pec and work up the nerve to look up at him.
His dark eyes study your face for a moment before a hand snakes across your lower back and pulls you closer. “Then I’d say you got yourself a pro bono prop master and scene volunteer, sweetheart.”
You break into a nervous fit of giggles and glance at the clock. Only 15 minutes until everyone is due back to their places. “Come with me,” you whisper. You grab Joel’s hand and lead him upstairs via the rear staircase. You guide him through the dark and into your bedroom.
The moment the backs of your knees hit the mattress, you tug Joel down on top of you. He settles onto the bed with an oomph and quickly gains his bearings. His hands are all over you, and you thank the high heavens that neither of you are wearing any face makeup for a costume. One less thing to worry about as you hungrily lick into one another’s mouths.
You turn Joel onto his back against the mattress and tug at his garments until you shimmy his belt and jeans loose. He shoves them down enough to free his cock. It stands at attention with a weighty bob.
“Fuck,” you gasp. “I would’ve done this sooner if I knew you had such a big dick!”
Joel erupts into laughter at your lewd candor, and you giggle while shushing him. “Shutup before somebody hears us and comes upstairs to check on the noise. I’ve only got about 10 minutes to suck you off.”
“Fuck, you really doin’ it? You don’t hafta–”
You cut him off by taking him as far into your mouth as you can. He makes a strangled hissing sound, his arms flailing as they search for something to grab hold of. One hand settles on the back of your head, and the other grips the sheets. You shove a hand down your pants and insert two fingers into yourself. Joel made the most obscenely divine noises you’d ever heard.
You don’t let up as you work his length in your mouth, not quite able to take him all the way without your gag reflex going into overdrive. He gives you a few polite seconds of warning that he’s about to come, and you ready your mouth at his tip while stroking him up to his climax. His hips jerk as he unloads into your mouth, grunting obscenities and praises.
You swallow and pull off him with a smug grin. You watch him catch his breath in the rays of light from the streetlamps. You shimmy back up to his face and capture his mouth in a deep kiss. He groans at the taste of himself on your lips, groping and grabbing at you. He rolls you off to the side and yanks your pants down without warning. His fingers slide through your soaked folds before pausing at your entrance.
“Fuck, yes please,” you beg. He stretches you with two fingers and only pumps a few times before you’re clenching around his digits. You come down from your high enough to realize it’s not long before you need to be back downstairs. “Should at least earn me a couple of smaller props, no?” you pant.
He snorts and rests his forehead against your chest. “Guess we can work out a bartering system,” he jokes back.
You both take a moment to get yourself together before heading back downstairs. The rest of the night is an absolute blast, and you revel in the excited compliments over your newest addition of the Cursed Souls of the French Revolution room, many comments centering on a certain terrifying Executioner who was very good at his role.
The last walk-through group empties out onto the street, and you close up for the night. Another successful event with a few more nights this week to show off your best haunted house yet. When the last volunteer other than Joel heads out, you turn to shower your breakout star with all the feedback and fanfare he’d garnered.
He’s slow to accept the praise, but after a while you beat him down enough to accept a few of the milder compliments. You sit side by side on the couch, watching a classic horror film as you count up the donations you’d earned throughout the evening. You count the last bill and tally it up on your sheet before tucking it away in the metal cash box.
Joel grips an arm around you and tugs you into his chest. “Got enough for your next big idea, or are we gonna have to figure out another form of payment?” he asks with a suggestive wink.
“Think I came up short on the cash. Damn,” you mutter in feigned disappointment.
Joel grins at your tongue-in-cheek humor but pauses after a moment. “Thank you, by the way. For lettin’ me join up with all this. It was really fun. Not used’tuh doin’ stuff like this, but I’m real glad I worked up the nerve to walk up to your garage that day,” he admits in earnest.
“Yeah,” you agree with a breathy laugh. “Me, too, Joel.”
His thumb caresses the top of your cheekbone as he considers you. “Meant when I said I’d like’tuh get to get more involved with it. With… with you,” he stammers.
Your chest feels warm and cozy. You can’t help yourself with what comes out of your mouth next. “Is this your way of asking me to be your ghoul-friend?”
Joel shuts his eyes and throws his head against the top of the couch. “Now I know I’ve got it bad for ya when that ain’t enough to send me hightailin’ it outta here,” he groans.
“Okay, you do one to me and see if I’ve got it bad for you, too,” you suggest.
Joel thinks for a moment then grins to himself. He turns his head your direction and delivers a classic. “If you’re my ghoul-friend, does that mean I get to see your boo-bies?”
You both lose it over the awful jokes and barely manage to get yourselves back under control long enough to speak full sentences again.
“Okay, it’s official. We’ve both got it very, very bad for each other,” you declare as you wipe a tear from your eye.
“Guess I’ll just have to live with that,” he says softly.
“Yeah, guess we’ll both just have to learn to deal with it,” you chuckle under your breath.
The rest of the movie plays to a distracted audience as you and Joel mess around on the couch well past the credits rolling across the screen.
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This was way too much fun to write. I hope y'all don't mind me playing fast and loose with some of these kinks lmao.
This idea originally came from some Joel characterization ideas that I guess made quite the impression on me. This particular fic drew inspiration from my last idea on the list:
🛠 🪵 🎃 prop maker Joel who admires your open to the public haunted house you construct every year. he offers to make you a prop piece, free of charge. you both love Halloween.
The temptation to write more of those silly ideas into my kinktober shit is super strong ngl. Whatever you do, don't encourage it. Don't you dare suggest I make a poll for which character should get which trope. DON'T YOU DARE.
catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥
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alex99achapterthree · 4 months ago
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Phantom Friday...
...still needs just a little work.
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"We'll drag her back up out of the surf, get the wheels down, wash off the sand and seawater and she'll be as good as new!"
I'm making good progress with things. The family is loving all the content from the new media library that they can now watch with Plex and to make it even better, I don't have to sneakernet stuff around the house on flash drives. The image collection is on the QNAP NAS now and I should be good to go for next Friday.
Thanks for hanging in.
Until next time. For reals.
(EDIT)
@mmorao asked about the circumstances that resulted in F-4C Phantom s/n 64-0769 sitting in the ocean. Cause was an aborted takeoff at Cam Ranh Bay Air Base in South Vietnam on 3 March 1967. The aircraft couldn't stop on the runway and ended up on the beach in the water, and was written off. The crew was not injured.
This is the only photograph of the incident that I can find.
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tomatoswup · 1 year ago
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Hello, cam I ask for something small for Vash and a reader who's a bit of a good marksman and knows their way around distance weapons? Theyre nothing crazy like his abilities, but they can make those trick shots of paper balls into garbage cans from across the room (and often do to impress him). Hope I'm not being too vague! Thank you!
A/N: shooting bullets??nahhh we shootin baskets☝️☝️☝️,,,somethin light-hearted for the faint of hearts hehehe thank you for the request anon😌 and i hope you enjoy!
"Are they gonna shoot?"
"Oh my god-"
"Please don't..."
"DON'T DO IT!"
A force of nature. You never really got use to being called that, after all you weren't really as good like him.
But with all the trouble that came along, what else could you do but keep shooting?
Keep yourself alive. After all, that rifle on your back carried you a long way, alongside the deserts that surrounded you, your grip on its trigger had practically etched itself into the wooden build of its own existence and with many other weapons you’ve held out in these plains.
Just one target.
And all you needed was accuracy, and a bulls-eye.
Breathe.
You kept your hand up, holding a careful stare on your target as the hot sun shined down on your head. The pocket watch hanging from your jacket sounded out its clicks at every second as you felt your feet slowly sink into the sand.
All you had to do was keep it steady...Steady now..
Unwavering from the whispers around you, you didn't dare move an inch until the wind stopped blowing. If you did, everything would've been for nothing.
And as if the world had heard, pleaded with you one more time, the wind died down to a stop, for just a moment,
Everything went still.
"Now." And with a flick of a hand, you felt the object fly from your grasp and right into the small bin that stood a bit away.
"AWWWW!!!" Groaned out a small fraction of the kids that were around you, the rest of them cheering at the perfect shot you made into the public garbage can.
"LOOKS LIKE CHAOS STRIKES AGAIN!" You comically laughed out, kids squealing around you as a little brown-haired boy jumped out infront of you "WE WON! NOW YOU NEED TO GIVE US BACK THE BALL OF JULAI!!"
You couldn't help but stifle your chuckles at the little feud of roleplaying the kids were doing. It's been a while since you've had some fun away from any trouble.
To be honest, it actually felt..refreshing!
"ENTERING THE ROBOT!!" The crowd of kids screamed as you glanced to the side when they scattered, eyes meeting orange sunglasses and ridiculous spiked hair.
Decided to join in on the shenanigans too huh?
Maybe the paper ball trick worked...
Oh get real, something like that would never work.
You let out a big sigh as Vash ridiculously made his way to your side, exaggeratedly stomping down on the ground "HERE TO SERVE!"
With a kid hanging off his shoulders, the group of older kids continued to taunt the younger ones with a red ball in hand.
"Ain't that something." You chuckled, watching on as Vash playfully saluted out right next to you before the kids detached themselves from him and ran around. Giving him a moment to drop the facade, Vash leaned down to your ear, shooting you a cheeky smile, different from the serious face he had on just a second ago.
"Nice shot!" He whispered to you, a hand cupping the side of his mouth.
Oh! He saw that?
You mimicked Vash's movement and also leaned over to whisper along "Oh pfftt that's nothing~" You waved shyly, letting out small laughs as you tried to ignore the setting blush of red on your face "It's just some paper that's all!"
"Well for just a piece of paper that bin was pretty far away!"
"Beginners luck I say...But.." You leaned in closer into Vash's face as you put gentle hand on his shoulder, making him wonder what else you were going to say, what you wanted to say.
"I can make two paper balls go in at the same time-"
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" He whisper-yelled excitingly, momentarily looking back at the bin that you made your shot in.
"YES! TWO HANDS AND ALL!"
Okay maybe you were going a little overboard...Nahh~
"AHEM!" Coughed out a small voice, making the both of you turn dramatically to see a small girl with braids looking up at the both of you.
"Which one of you knows how to breath fire?"
...
"Uhhhhh..." The two of you stared at her dumbfounded at the question before simultaneously pointing at each other at the first thought.
"They do." "He does."
Maybe you should try shooting more paper balls from now on...
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bethanythebogwitch · 2 years ago
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We once again return to the series where I discuss the origins of all fish Pokémon. Today I’ll be going over generations VII and VIII. For previous generations, see here, here, and here.
You’d think that Alola being an archipelago would mean a lot of new fish, but it actually only introduced two, though I will give an honorable mention to Tapu Fini for having some swordfish or marlin elements in its design. Come to think of it, why don’t we have a water/steel swordfish Pokémon yet? Anyway, the first new fish is Wishiwashi. This very creative Pokémon is based on based on small, schooling fish like sardines or herring.
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(image: a school of sardines)
Schooling differs from shoaling by behavior. Shoaling is when fish stay together for social reasons while schooling is when all the fish are swimming in a coordinated direction. Schooling fish can extremely coordinated, acting more like one large organism than a group of smaller ones. This coordination seems to be primarily based on vision and having a very fast reaction time, though other sensory systems like the lateral line, which detects movement of water and changes in water pressure, likely also play a part. Wishiwashi exaggerates the coordination of schools by having them work together as a massive predator. The size and coordination of Wishiwashi schools and their status as prey animals when alone seems to reference forage fish and bait balls. Forage fish are small, usually pelagic (open ocean), schooling fish that serve as prey for larger animals like swordfish and tuna. A common defensive measure for forage fish is to come together in a tight, spherical formation. This makes it very hard for predators to pick out individual members of the school to target and cam make the school seem like a single large object rather than a group of small ones. In real fish, bait balls are a last-ditch effort when the school is in danger of being overrun, but in Wishiwashi, it allows the fish to turn the tables on any predators.
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(image: a bait ball being attacked by sharks and seabirds)
Wishiwashi also has bioluminescent properties, which is likely a refence to small, bioluminescent fish like lanternfish and flashlight fish. I think the flashlight fish is the bigger inspiration as both it and swarm-form Wishiwashi have bioluminescent patches right next to the eyes.
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(image: a flashlight fish. the white patch under the eye is a bioluminescent organ)
Bruxish is easily one of the most forgettable Alolan Pokémon, but it does have some interesting origins. It is based on the state fish of Hawaii, the humuhumunukunukuāpua’a or reef triggerfish. Its name means “triggerfish with a snout like a pig”.
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(image: a reef triggerfish)
Like Bruxish, triggerfish have some pretty impressive teeth used to  crush through the shells and spines of prey. Indeed, Bruxish is said to feed on Shellder and Mareanie. Triggerfish are also quite colorful and many can change colors. Finally, like Bruxish, triggerfish are rather ill-tempered animals that are quite aggressive and will drive off others that enter their territory. The bulb on Bruxish may be based on the spine all triggerfish have, but it is also used for predation. Bruxish will bury itself in the sand with only the bulb exposed and use its psychic powers to search for prey. This seems to reference fish who will bury themselves in the sand and ambush passing prey, such as stargazers, and the bulb may also be based on the lures used by frogfish.
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(Image: a frogfish with its lure out)
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(Image: a stargazer staring into your soul)
Moving onto Galar, we have the Arrokuda line. They’re barracudas, but there’s quite a bit more to them than that. The line are very long, skinny, fast predators, which can also describe other fish like pike, and Barraskewda’s armor and head shape also bring to mind gar and sturgeons. Barracudas are large, predatory fish that attack prey using bursts of speed.
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(Image: a barracuda)
The Pokémon attack prey by swimming straight forward, which is said to have a low success rate. This may reference predators attacking schooling fish. Oftentimes, changing through the school is ineffective and it will take the predator multiple passes to catch enough prey. The shapes of these predators draws from darts, arrows, and spears. Arrokuda looks like an arrow, with the three parts of its tail fin looking like the fletching at the end of arrows. Barraskewda’s behavior of impaling prey on its snout seems to be a clear reference to spearfishing Barraskewda also draws from torpedoes, with its tail fin acting like a propeller. The connection of barracuda and torpedoes is likely a reference to the Fairey Barracuda, a WWII era British bomber plane that carried torpedoes. These torpedoes could travel up to 100 knots, which is Barraskewda’s top speed.
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(Image: a statue of a torpedo)
This was a shorter entry, but I decided against including generation IX as it would make the post way too long. Join me next time for the finale of this series.
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neurodiversebones · 1 year ago
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what are some of ur favorite episodes, if you don't mind sharing? i'm in the mood for a rewatch but don't know where to start 😭
gonna do this by season !!! there are SOOO many that i adore lol
season one :
- 1×09 , man in the fallout shelter (MY COMFORT EPISODE OF ALL TIME my mom and i like to watch it together and i can recite parts of it from memory)
- 1×17 , the skull in the desert (for the brengela content mostly LMAO)
- 1×22 , the woman in limbo (BRENNAN ANGST !!)
season two :
- 2×03 , the boy in the shroud (MORE BRENNAN ANGST !! so much good brennan development + brennan/cam moments here)
- 2×08 , the woman in the sand (brennan hot im so gay)
- 2×09 , aliens in a spaceship (not a hot take this is everyones top 5 but <33 god its SO GOOD)
- 2×11 , judas on a pole (i love max keenan ....)
season three :
- 3×05 , the mummy in the maze (BRENNAN/CAM/ANGELA'S COSTUMES IM SOOO GAY .....)
- 3×09 , the santa in the slush (this is the first episode i remember watching when i was a kid + im a SUCKER for a christmas episode)
- 3×12 , the baby in the bough (ACCIDENTAL BABY ACQUISITION !! i have done 'dancing phalanges !!' to my nieces btw .)
- 3×13 , the verdict in the story (I LOVE MAX KEENAN)
season four (currently where i am in my rewatch) :
- 4×04 , the finger in the nest (RIPLEY BRENNAN IM SOBBING)
- 4×08 , the skull in the sculpture (idgaf abt the case but ANGELA GIRLKISSER)
- 4×12 , double trouble in the panhandle (CIRCUS BRENNAN !!)
- 4×14 , the hero in the hold (ghosts confirmed ?? b&b angst ??)
- 4×21 , mayhem on a cross (SWEETS ....)
- 4×22 , double death of the dearly departed (watched this ep after taking a 40mg+ edible . i had never been high before . insane experience .)
- 4×26 , the end in the beginning (AU EPISODE !! B&B KISSES !!)
season five :
- 5×10 , the goop on the girl (CHRISTMAS EPISODES !!!)
- 5×12 , the proof in the pudding (bones canonically solved jfk's murder and thats just . a thing .)
- 5×16 , the parts in the sum of the whole (i fucking love this episode its everything to me)
-5×17 , the death of the queen bee (I LOVE A GOOD HS REUNION TROPE)
- 5×21 , the boy with the answer (i love a courtroom drama episode)
season six :
- 6×03 , maggots in the meathead (ONE OF THE FUNNIEST EPISODES OF ALL TIME)
- 6×09 , doctor in the photo (god this episode is so sad but its SO good)
- 6×14 , the bikini in the soup (valentines ,,,, i LOVE holiday episodes guys)
- 6×16 , the blackout in the blizzard (I LOVE THIS EPISODE SM EVERY SECOND OF IT IS FANTASTIC AND ITS SO UNDERRATED)
- 6×21 , the signs in the silence (brennan w kids makes me emotional)
- 6×22 , the hole in the heart (oh yk . the agonies)
- 6×23 , the change in the game (hi its wanda im at the bowling alley . bowling . I'M PREGNANT, BOOTH . YOU'RE THE FATHER . THE ADELE FADE AT THE END . IM CRYING)
season seven :
- 7×06 , the crack in the code (BANGER setup to an arc i have complicated feelings abt . this ep has such a spooky vibe i love it)
- 7×07 , the prisoner in the pipe (BABY !!)
- 7×13 , the past in the present (THE END JUST MAKES ME SO SAD I LOVE THE ANGST)
season eight :
- 8×06 , the patriot in purgatory (i love having all the interns YIPPEE)
- 8×07 , the bod in the pod (im just here for camastoo . you are my carburator .)
- 8×14 , the doll in the derby (ANGELA ON ROLLERSKATES ....)
- 8×15 , the shot in the dark (ghosts are real part 4 . christine brennan triggers my mommy issues . i want her to hug me .)
- 8×23 , the pathos in the pathogens (ANOTHER TOP TIER FAV EPISODE THE ANGST IS SO GOOD)
season nine :
- 9×04 , the sense in the sacrifice (YIPPEE LOVE !! PELANT DEAD !!)
- 9×06 , the woman in white (brennans vows make me sob every time .)
- 9×10 , the mystery in the meat (COWGIRL BAR FIGHT IM SO <33)
- 9×11 , the spark in the park (brennan talking to the professor makes me SOB .)
- 9×24 , the recluse in the recliner (tbh i never understand the fbi conspiracy arc but this episode is crazy)
season ten :
- 10×02 , the lance to the heart (you put the lime in the coconut ....)
- 10×10 , the 200th in the 10th (INSANE OLD HOLLYWOOD AU ITS SO FUCKING FUN)
- 10×15 , the eye in the sky (booth angst booth angst)
season eleven :
- 11×09 , the cowboy in the contest (I LOVE UNDERCOVER I LOVE COSTUMES)
- 11×10 , the doom in the boom (HODGINS ANGST)
- 11×12 , the murder of the meninist ("we love going viral" "so do infectious diseases")
- 11×13 , the monster in the closet (PUPPETEER ARC !!!)
- 11×18 , the movie in the making (comfort episode I LOVE A MOCKUMENTARY AND ALSO THE CAMASTOO PROPOSAL)
- 11×22 , the nightmare within the nightmare (this episode scared me so bad bc i watched it at 4am 😭 THE FUCKING ZACK REVEAL IS CRAZY)
season twelve :
- 12×01 , the hope in the horror (I HATE THE DEMONIZATION OF DID ITS SO GROSS BUT I LOVE SEEING ZACK)
- 12×07 , the scare in the score (I CRIED SO BAD ....)
- 12×09 , the steal in the wheels (i giggled i <3 silly undercover time)
- 12×11 , the day in the life (CAMASTOO WEDDING IM SOBBINGGGG . ALSO THE END HOLY SHIT)
- 12×12 , the end in the end (i fucking wept . i love tge finale im so emotional abt it .)
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gryphonlover · 3 months ago
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Silly Game Time: Would you rather go to the movies or go to an aquarium?
Short Answer: I'd rather go to the aquarium.
Long Answer: see below
I love the aquarium so freaking much, you have no idea.
There are a few aquariums that have accounts on Tumblr. I follow the Monterey Bay Aquarium and they always have cool posts. I actually watch the live cams they've got sometimes when I need something easy on the brain. The sea otters and penguins are personal favorites.
I've also visited the Georgia Aquarium before! One of my cousins was getting married in the area, so my parents decided to take me and my brothers to go see the aquarium. It was fantastic, I got to see so many cool things there. The best part was being able to see a live whaleshark in real life for the first time. (They're in my top 10 favorite animals, so it was a BIG DEAL for me.)
I really, really love ocean animals, but I'm also afraid of the existential horror of the ocean's depths and hate the sand, so I don't really go to the ocean myself. The aquarium is the perfect alternative, especially since it's usually out of the sun and I don't have to worry about finding a comfortable place to sit and rest.
Movie theaters kind of suck. They're loud and sometimes there are bright or flashing lights and there are other people. You can't pause the movie to use the bathroom, eat soup while you watch, or snuggle up with people. I don't normally go to the movie theater unless a friend specifically asks me to because I'd rather stay home and check the movie out from the library.
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muppetminge · 1 year ago
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look i'm not going to pretend like my generation didn't have models that weighed less than a bag of sand and airbrushing in the magazines and all that shit because we did and that was fucked up too
but i get so like. genuinely freaked out by like filters on social media and those kinds of things. it makes me worry for the girls who are growing up with these things as normal. i just can't help but feel like a filter that tries to *correct* your fucking face in real time must be so so so much worse than what we had? even just the "silly/fun" ones still smooth out your skin and shave off half your nose and reshape your face. so many phones have magic smoothing as an automatic feature on the front cams. so it's like not even an active choice or something you're aware of. and so much of this world is based on selfies and videos so you're gonna be seeing it *constantly*. you take a selfie for fun but the photo is unrecognisable. it's not you. if that's not a breeding ground for body dysmorphia i don't know what is.
and we knew that those "model standards" were unrealistic and unattainable and they still fucked us up! but today you're seeing your peers all made up like that online and logically that must connect into a feeling of like. that should be attainable? but it's still not! and idk but that can't be fucking healthy.
it just feels like to me there's a difference between seeing heidi klum or whoever and then your classmate maria posting pictures with perfect skin, straightened nose, whitened teeth. it's like the insane otherworldly standards we grew up with has been pulled down into everyday life. idk i just don't think it's coincidence that today we have 15 year olds sharing anti-aging routines and wearing 5 layers of makeup just to leave the house. the standards for a normal face has been digitally altered
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holidayvisa · 9 months ago
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9 February 2024
9 February 2024 - Elise picked me up at 8 am and we drove to goat Island. On the way, we stopped at Elise's favorite bakery in Matakana for quiches, sandwiches, salads, croissants and pain au Chocolat. We drove the rest of the way to goat island. At goat island, there were quite a few cars at the carpark, and a lot of people with wetsuits and snorkeling gear, so I expected things to be crowded. Elise showed me how to put on the wetsuit (it's more complicated than I thought)
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Swam for over 4 hours. Got in at 10 am, got out at 2:10pm. And we were swimming the WHOLE time. We had intentions of taking a break to eat some lunch, but we just non-stop swam, dove, and snorkeled for the entirety of the 4+ hours. Elise gave me some instruction on how to free-dive and how to breathe before a free-dive - you're supposed to do tidal breathing, which is just several sequences of inhalation and exhalation to relax, then one deep breath all the way out, pushing all the air our and clenching your diaphram, then one huge breath all the way in, breathing into your belly, then diving down. She gave me some tips for how to equalize my ears while holding my breath; the most helpful tip was to take the snorkel out of my mouth when trying to equalize. We saw a bunch of snappers and a couple crayfish. Elise said when she's spearfishing, she NEVER sees that many snappers (usually they're running away from her since she's hunting them) or snappers as big as the ones we saw today.
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We had a posse of snappers following us around; I think they just liked hanging out with us and adopted us into their school. Swimming through kelp tunnels.
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Elise clocked me at like 53 seconds for one of my dives to a max depth of 7.5 meters! There were several times where my mask fogged up, and Elise kept telling me to just lick it, go to town on it, and make-out with it 😂!
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A few times, I tried inhaling either through my snorkel or just normally with my mouth on the surface, but all I breathed in was a mouthful of saltwater, and I had to tread water for a bit and gag and cough it up. When my mask fogged up and when I inhaled water, Elise would ask me, "Are you having a good time? Should we head in? We can head in anytime you want." And my response every time was, "I could stay out here forever!"
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Elise pointed out an eagle ray that was sneakily sitting on the ocean floor with some sand covering part of it up. We both dove down to get a closer look, and then he took off! We spooked him, I guess. So, Elise and I chased him!
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Around 2 pm, Elise said, "we actually have to go," so we swam back to the beach. We changed out of our wetsuits and walked back to the car. At the car, we snacked on leftover dumplings from the Thursday night market and a Greek salad from the Matakana bakery.
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Elise drove me to Cam's house, and we arrived around 4:30 pm. She dropped off some kingfish that she'd caught while spearfishing on Tuesday; she left some kingfish for Cam's family, for Jordan, and for me. Cam gave me a run-down of timeline for night canyoning. I drove to TSW to pick up Jordan, then drove to Piha to meet two clients, Owen and Javier.
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We started the abseil (normally the fourth abseil, but for half-day trips and night canyon trips, it's the only abseil) at 8:30 pm, right at dusk. Jordan and both clients went down with their headlamps turned off, which was SO COOL!
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By the time it was my turn to abseil down, it was proper dark, so I turned my headlamp on for my abseil. At the bottom of the abseil, we all turned headlamps on and kept them on for the rest of the canyon. Glow worms, bioluminescence, cave wetas, stars, more-pork owls (ruru), more glow worms, more bioluminescence, eels. Owen kept on saying things like, "it feels like I'm on an alien planet," "I feel like I'm on Pandora, the blue people planet in the movie 'Avatar,'" and "this seems like it's not even real life." It was pretty out-of-this-world when we walked through the bioluminescent algae. Every step we took, the ground beneath our feet would light up. When we'd been walking for several steps, we'd turn around and see each of our footsteps lit up by the bioluminescent algae. We played in the water, just rubbing all the surfaces we could find with our hands and feet, and as we excited the algae, it glowed! This was the clients' first time abseiling, first time canyoning, and first time night-canyoning. It was also my first time night-canyoning in Piha Canyon. I LOVED it! It was such a cool first experience in Piha Canyon at night, seeing the glow worms and the bioluminescence.
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Drove the clients to Sky Tower in Auckland; Jordan navigated for me. I dropped Jordan off at TSW, then drove the van home. I pulled into my driveway at 11:59 pm.
I'm grateful for Elise. I'm grateful for Cam. I'm grateful for Jordan. I'm grateful for an amazing first night-descent of Piha Canyon. It was Jordan's first night-descent of Piha Canyon as well. Today was a BEST DAY EVER.
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kaiandthestrangespaghetti · 2 years ago
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Body and Soul
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Pairing: Miami Man x F!Reader
Wordcount: 1.9k
Warnings: Well hell...Smut, vaginal sex, bodily fluids, spitting, blood/injury, violence, yep actual cannibalism, death of the protagonist (reader), associated angst, being in love.
Summary: You are fatally injured by one of Miami Man's enemies while out searching for his kidnapped daughter. He eats you.
A/N: I wrote this one quickly and it's really personal, it's not going to be for everyone so please heed the numerous warnings. I'm considering this a non canonical offshoot of the main series Wasteland, Baby which you can find on my masterlist here.
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You don’t hear the sound of the gun. But the impact of the bullet throws your body forward into the sand, kicking up a cloud of rust coloured dust.
Miami is yelling your name, sprinting over to you from the campfire. He scans the horizon, panicked, and just catches the glint of the rifle scope on a bluff three hundred yards away. The blade is in his hand but it’s too far to do anything about it. The unknown sniper who fired picks up the gun and starts running. He’s gone. His task complete.
They weren’t sent for Cam, Miami, they don’t want him dead. They were sent for you.
A warmth is spreading through the fabric of your dress. Rolling awkwardly onto your back you press a palm to the wet heat and hold it up to your face.
Red, red, red.
In your dazed state you can’t help but admire the strange, vivid beauty of the colour; you think of peony petals, or scarlet calligraphy ink. Cam’s knees skid down next to you and his large hand is cupping the back of yours, his other pressing down hard to the wound just below your ribs, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the pressure.
A through and through from a high calibre bullet. The damage not quite enough to be instantaneous in its devastation, but enough to be utterly irreparable, perhaps even so in the world you’d once known where medicine might save you, but certainly not here – not in the desert. You know all of this with a calm certainty.
Cam clasps your smaller hand tight in his, the thickened skin on his palm smoothing against the back of your wrist. He’s looking at that red hue in a different way, to you it’s almost a dream.
You’ve never seen him look this scared. Not ever. His mouth is dropped open, brow knitted tight and eyes casting over you with the look of kid who’s gotten so lost and doesn’t know how to get back home.
It’s then that he takes your hand and presses it to the side of his face, dark lashes laying shut on his sun kissed, windswept cheeks. The blood makes a stark print of warpaint over the bottom of his face and stubbled beard, but he doesn’t care – he kisses your wet palm, still pushing his considerable weight down and onto the wound.
It’s weird but you’re smiling, everything has a soft buzz on it and the pain is there but distant. Your dirty blonde hair spreads out around your head like a halo, catching the late, soft afternoon light of the desert.
No, no, no, no.
Cam is muttering, broad shoulders hunched over you. But you’re still bleeding.
“Hey.” You whisper, he looks at you.
He knows. He’s been out here longer than you, he’s always known what could be fixed and what couldn’t be. But he can’t quite take it. His hands are so big and his body dwarfs yours, but he trembles.
“Hey.” You repeat, your fingers finding his cheek, smoothing back over his dark hairline. “It’s ok.” You smile and he’s gritting his teeth, still grasping your wrist.
“Cam, it’s ok.” You laugh and the world feels light, apart from him. Miami has always felt unrelentingly and stolidly real. Realer than anything you experienced before they left you out here.
His lips are on yours and they taste like blood. It’s barely a kiss, he wants to breathe into you, or maybe devour you. Make it stop, hold you where you are. The heat of him is as all-encompassing as ever.
“Listen.” You breathe, your wet lips breaking apart. “You gotta get Miel back. Ok? You’re gonna. You do that for me? You kill those fuckers and you get her back, right?”
He’s nodding, but his expression is lost. Thick fingers running over your shoulder and up the side of your neck, cupping your head. Like he’s trying to find a way to keep hold of you.
“But you need to do something for me too, ok?”
A few strands of hair fall loose across his face.
“Anything princesa.” The pet name loses the irony he normally shapes the word with. It’s so sweet, so honest.
When you reply, an utterly wicked smile curves on your blood painted mouth.
“There’s no meat for miles. I want you fuckin’ strong, you understand me?”
Cam is four times your size, easily. He has always been more powerful than you in every physical way. A tiny, strange girl with spindly limbs and a stupid dress set loose in the wilderness. But both of you know that in your own very particular way, you were always …bigger.
You see it register. His throat bobs and something complicated goes across his face. The hand he didn’t take the first day you met slides down to trace the gothic black lettering that spans his chest and your lips mouth the words like the first time you saw him. A two word poem.
Your fingertips find the handle of the cleaver tucked in the holster below his arm, it’s funny how it just seems like a part of him now. You stroke your fingers over the blade, and he watches – the look on his face changing, stilling, gaining heat.
You always had that power – it didn’t matter how strong he was, how much other people feared him. You didn’t have those advantages, and yet you always upped the game – all along you were punching at a heavier weight than him.
His tongue wets his lips and you’re in his arms like a ragdoll, his face driven. Your hair hangs long and loose and dirty as your head lolls back over his arm. The sun is a beautiful pink burn on the upside-down sky, the world turns the right way up again as he lays you next to the fire and his mouth mashes hard into yours, tongue pressing deep into your mouth. But your hand latches hard to his neck and you manage to press him away by six inches.
When you open your red smudged lips wide, tongue out and insisting - he understands immediately and the spray of his saliva that doesn’t land on your tongue hits your cheek. You swallow him hungrily, grinning, wolf like.
“Good boy.” You purr, and he slices your underwear away from you, forehead pressed to yours in a fever. “Princesa.” He prays with his eyes shut.
He isn’t holding the wound anymore; you can only focus on his face, so you don’t see it when his cock stretches you open, but you’re so slick. His eyes flicker open and go unfocused.
“So fuckin’ wet, so soft, so...” He mutters, grasping your shoulders. His expression is breaking as he fucks you, deeper and harder than he knew possible and his tears wet your face. His voice becomes a husked, fractured torrent of unbearably bright, sharp feeling;
“Princesa, little one, te quiero, te amo, I love you…I love you.”
His thrusts start to hurt but the pain is cleaving him to you and you don’t want it to stop, it’s so sweet.
“Te amo, Cam.” The words are a kiss on the lobe of his ear where you hold the back of his head. You can’t remember feeling this wet, this sensitive to everything.
It’s as if your body is an overripe fruit ready to fall to pieces. And it does – the small, unrestrained whimpers of his orgasm as he spills within you tip you over. The orgasm shimmers out over your skin first in a shudder, then contracting hard in your core, forcing the air from your lungs. Cam’s eyes go wide at the force of it.
“Shhhh…” You lull softly, petting his head. He doesn’t let go of you for a long moment, until your fingers tangle in his hair to angle his face to yours. His eyes are red, your nose brushes softly against his. The edges of your vision are fading, but he's still the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
With that wicked smile you let go and lay your right arm out long on the sand, your tongue moving playfully behind your teeth.
“Take this one too now.” You whisper.
Still laying on you, in you, he leans up and the handle of the cleaver does its familiar pirouette in his grip. Again his tongue moves out over his bottom lip, assessing you. He puts the blade down.
“I will.” You can hear the promise in it. Both of his strong hands slide beneath your neck and the back of your head.
“But just once, I need to taste you raw.”
He does it fast. The high-pitched pain of his teeth breaking through the flesh on the side of your neck fills the world. You scream and wrap around him, his body still inside yours as warm blood coats your neck. His teeth clamp down again nearer your shoulder, cutting through the meat of you. He’s swallowing what he bites. He’s eating you alive.
Now there is nothing like pain as you might have once understood it. It’s barely sensate any longer, it’s divine. You’re smiling, he sees it and smiles too. There’s only his face, so brutally gorgeous in the tender pink afternoon light.
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Within a few hours, the bonfire is built higher. The cleaver does its work.
Miami Man walks away from the ashes when dawn comes, toward the place where his daughter is being held captive.
The day after that he will walk home with her in his arms.
How could he not? He has just devoured something stronger than him, or anyone he had to cut through.
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cleopatrachampagne · 1 year ago
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honestly, traditional rural americana gothic horror stories have in only two or three years time turned into dated period pieces. 2020’s era small town gothic culture almost always boils down to standing in line between a ‘mysterious drifter’ who has an imdb page, a reservation at the generic gentrification brewery downtown and a bad case of mountain dew mouth as well as a known member of the witch dancer society which has a prominent instagram presence, a dedication to the disney corporation bordering on creepy and zero mystical blood sacrifices while the weird old dude who works as a cashier at the old feed store next to the head shop and always overshares but at least usually in a grimly charming way tells me he’s pissed his daughter won’t homeschool his grandkids bc nowadays the schools are full of ‘gay groomers’ just… turning the children gay or something and i force my lesbian ass to reply in a neutral manner cuz i’m just tryna purchase a bucket of grain since chloe escaped the paddock today and ruined the whole old batch with her equine gluttony and i mind my manners like a reasonable human but want to grab his face firmly in my hands and remind him that back in the 70’s they happily welcomed the tobacco clown to visit my mom’s elementary school class and brazenly promote the tobacco industry to little kids and it seems kinda odd that he had no problem with a strange clown giving his kids cigarettes but the ragebait article about ‘gay groomers’ that the overly political local freelance horse grave digger shared on his fb page suddenly has this ordinarily friendly man in a huff airing his dirty laundry in confusing, b-movie horror exposition format that feels not unlike a teaser trailer for the hills have eyes 2: homophobic boogaloo to any distant acquaintances in earshot. and the spirit of jesus beating the sh!t out of money lenders with braided leather has me shaking like my skeleton is ready to hatch bc i want to demand this dude earn that gold cross on his neck by removing the lout from his eye before pointing out the speck in his brother’s, and perhaps i could summon the spirit of the tobacco clown himself with an overpriced hunk of pink hasbro plastic ouija board, while the dead, dark eldritch anger that lurks beneath the abandoned logging mill that upon closing thrust the whole region from paradise to well past east of eden claws at my throat in melodramatic slow-mo as my eyes glaze over and i give another politely disinterested response while vacantly offering a purely plastic fully fake totally emotionless smile and the sands of time slip through the hourglass in this fluorescent lighting soaked snapshot of what once was raw gothic intrigue tainted by the poisoned well of social media, wealth disparity, inflammatory internet bigotry insidiously seeping into the real fucking world and i realize if anyone were to accurately write modern gothic rural americana it would be not unlike remaking citizen kane as a shaky-cam found footage tiktok thread.
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dramatothethirdpower · 1 year ago
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OnlyFriends stray thoughts from episode 2 (as sent in my OnlyFriends gc as we watched it)
Oh sweet baby Nick... this isn't what you want!
Whoa okay, this is a LOT of sex for two people not in SOME kind of relationship
Eww, I'm your regular now? Like he's a prostitute?
Tell him, Nick!
I HATE YOU BOSTON! Don't fuck with that boy's head like that! Manipulative as fuck
Oh sweetie no, don't be jealous of Top, he's gross!
Aw, Ray is so soft. I wish I looked like that when I woke up in the morning
Oooh no, don't fall for it Sand. I saw that smile, but this is not the boy you are looking for
Why is Atom so familiar?? I hate him on sight so he must have been the bad guy in something..
Haha, no one else seems to think you have great taste in music, Ray
Nick baby, no, don't fixate like this
Do we think Boston has nefarious purposes for these cams? Do I just hate him so much I'm being paranoid? I don't trust hiiiiiim
Mew is so cute. Top is dressed like a dad. How is he the more sought after one??
Oh this is criiiiinge, stop it Top. How is Mew into this??
For real? FOR REAL? You're just going to let some old flame talk to you like that in front of Mew?? How is Mew not just storming away? I'm sorry but if someone told me they wanted to date me and then acted like this with someone else I'd be OUT
Haha, Nick is not thrilled that Sand and Boston know each other. I was really hoping for some hijinks with this reveal. I bet Nick assumes they slept together. Honestly, I assume everyone Boston interacts with is someone he's atleast tried to sleep with
I am not getting a good read here on Sand's reaction to Ray being here. It feel like maybe he wishes he weren't but in the kitchen less so? Is he just being kind of wary because Ray is such a chaos bomb?
Haha, Nick seeing Top. He does NOT like that he's here. Oh he's cyber stalking him. So relatable. (Baby just walk away. If you have to stalk his ex he's not worth iiiiit)
You're projecting a little bit there, Boston. Not everyone is desperate as you to fuck Top.
Oh my gosh, Nick wants to be official so bad, I feel awful for him
Why is no one dressed for a pool party? Also, how are they not all roasting in long sleeves??
Ok I NEED the Sand Top tea, cuz Sand hates that guy (same)
Boston you leave Ray alone! Let him pine in peace! He's not your little pawn!
I don't think Top cares because he likes Mew so much he's jealous, I think he's pissed he might not get there first. Creep.
Oh Mew baby, rubbing salt in the wound "rooting for" Ray and Sand
Ok, controlling much, Top? They're not even actually dating yet, Mew should cut him loose. He's been a giant red flag!
Haha, the lizard behind Sand is a paid actor
Top is being a pouty douche baby for no reason. Who the fuck trusts Boston? Also I'd be super pissed if someone said I was part of their checklist. Oh great, I'm a chore you check off.
Haha, Mew says not tonight, buddy. Don't blame him, that is not great energy Top is putting out
Really guys? You both have apartments. Why are we doing this in the parking lot. Ray is so needy... oh Sand WANTS to be convinced. This does not bode well for him.
Uh oh, Mew lost his keys, sure would be a shame if he stumbled after Top and saw something he shouldn't....
Oh no, all his people are fucking. (He calls Top first! Sweet boy... another way Top is fucking up)
He checked the phone?! SERIOUSLY? OMG dude. Poor Sand, he needed this reality check. He's gone and caught feels
SHOW THE VIDEO!!!! I don't buy it. Mew and Ray do not act like they've been together! I don't trust Boston as far as I can throw him.
This car is way too little for these activities
Please tell me this is a rough handjob, cuz there was no lube shown.
Oh no! Nick!!! Set them on fire Nick, no one would blame you!
Don't do it Mew!! He's gross!!! (From the preview)
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what I read in 2022
2022 We Ride Upon Sticks- Quan Barry How to Not Be Afraid of Everything- Jane Wong Today a Woman Went Mad in the Supermarket: Stories- Hilma Wolitzer The Rabbit Hutch- Tess Gunty The Daring Life and Dangerous Times of Eve Adams- Jonathan Ned Katz AND Lesbian Love- Eve Adams (in same volume) Thistlefoot- GennaRose Nethercott Bluest Nude- Ama Codjoe The Master Letters- Lucy Brock-Broido (reread) Family Lexicon- Natalia Ginzburg (tr. Jenny McPhee) The Whole Story- Ali Smith The Rupture Tense- Jenny Xie Bad Rabbi: And other strange but true stories from the Yiddish press- Eddie Portnoy A Tale for the Time Being- Ruth Ozeki Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands- Kate Beaton Wandering Stars- Sholem Aleichem (tr. Aliza Shevrin)   Moldy Strawberries- Caio Fernando Abreu (tr. Bruna Dantas Lobato) Sarahland- Sam Cohen Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced An Emergency- Chen Chen Elephant- Soren Stockman Craft in the Real World- Matthew Salesses Life of the Garment- Deborah Gorlin Olio- Tyehimba Jess In This Quiet Church of Night, I Say Amen- Devin Kelly The Wild Fox of Yemen- Threa Almontaser Song- Brigit Pegeen Kelly Qorbanot- Alisha Kaplan w/ art by Tobi Kahn Gold that Frames the Mirror- Brandon Melendez Foreign Bodies- Kimiko Hahn A Little Devil in America- Hanif Abdurraqib Muscle Memory- Kyle Carrero Lopez not without small joys- Emmanuel Oppong-Yeboah Too Bright To See & Alma- Linda Gregg Borne- Jeff VanderMeer Harvard Square- André Aciman What We Talk About When We Talk About Fat- Aubrey Gordon The City We Became- N.K. Jemison Twenty-Eight Artists and Two Saints- Joan Acocella Vladimir-Julia May Jonas Everyone Knows Your Mother Is a Witch- Rivka Galchen Lessons in Being Tender-Headed- Janae Johnson Against Heaven- Kemi Alabi How The Word Is Passed- Clint Smith Earth Room- Rachel Mannheimer True Biz- Sara Nović Motherhood- Sheila Heti The Fire Next Time- James Baldwin Diary of a lonely girl or the battle against free love- Miriam Karpilove tr. Jessica Kirzane Mezzanine- Matthew Olzmann Customs- Solmaz Sharif Edge of House- Dzvinia Orlowsky Only as the Day is Long: New and Selected Poems- Dorianne Laux DMZ Colony- Don Mee Choi Stay Safe- Emma Hine Spring Tides- Jacques Poulin, trn. Shira Fleishman (reread) No One Is Talking About This- Patricia Lockwood Unaccompanied- Javier Zamora Where I Was From- Joan Didion Air Raid- Polina Barskova tr. Valtzina Mort Dispatch- Cam Awkward-Rich Bury It- sam sax A Cruelty Special to Our Species- Emily Jungmin Yoon Homie- Danez Smith Dreaming of You- Melissa Lozada-Oliva
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victor-jones · 20 days ago
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5banus · 3 months ago
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Marbella Live Cam: Experience the Charm of Costa del Sol in Real-Time
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Marbella, a jewel of Spain's Costa del Sol, is celebrated for its sun-kissed beaches, luxurious lifestyle, and vibrant cultural scene. For those who yearn to experience the beauty and energy of Marbella from afar, live cams offer a virtual window into this stunning destination. Here’s a look at how Marbella live cams provide a real-time glimpse into the allure of this Mediterranean paradise.
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Marbella live cam are real-time streaming cameras strategically placed around the city to showcase its most iconic views and activities. These cameras provide a continuous broadcast of various locations, including popular beaches, bustling promenades, and picturesque marina views. Whether you’re planning a visit or simply reminiscing about past trips, live cams offer an immersive way to connect with Marbella.
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my-wildflwr · 5 months ago
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why did i dream i was in dune (but like in real life) and that sand worm thing (idk ive never watched the movie or read the books) wanted to eat me and Mitchell and Cam from modern family and also these two guys i know and like. okay? but he didn’t and then we were in like a random house trying to cure our injuries but there were no hospitals (but lots of trees????) and fornight was playing on a loop
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libidomechanica · 10 months ago
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But O too family of Christian soldier, one jot
This ways are like the Adonis     kept their axes: lo therein I saw the authentic mother’s     art. A depth both her ways. Contented from a points outside     of my arms, that it is no one but should men in jealous     isles of desire,
grant my back on 100K a week and     felt no pace perceived as if to grant of him the wrote his     soul, in narrow was, real are the sea of slaughter knit into     her greater, as I cam past, instead of their golden     reigne was upright, secure
found the Turkish batterers dare     to our lips, and serener pale club of the further aided     that night to sanctify her icy breast, full of pity     do no less will have traces cannot breathing ne’er she     was! In the eye; what farther
hamper’d; but grammers for truth.     Ask me when he kiss to pleasant riddled, as allied on     those she spacious in vain for their choice, invisible, all     cause?—This issued in and o’er the moonbeams deceived as if     he hae the rose the truly
round her could be some sublime     where be grieve to behold the man who shall parts were to wait     as on air, and for darting in her stept: she, o’ercome with     melancholy eyes … ally, you spends upon Olympus     old, the sicken, live with
the grange, let my hands, on your troupes     to some mischiefs at a loss what he hope of daffodils.     Rise in verse present frae her the causes were blue swirls of     fifteen, for souls to either rennes to endeavour, to     where, but almost, are purchased
all thy fair creature, cross-legg’d,     with child with black. Too well its mysteries, he would praising     sun love your wine desperate him to be wrote the place, dash’d     on like mine, the pale blood can should not what is the hair about     her hand underneath
their sinless that can you come to     pansies complete: and make me on his verse to my ain lassie     gree, and there on her lips, wherewithal she rather were     than shooting: at length upon the mind tooken, to dally     with gilt stars doe graze about
a Tory at with shadow     came for a shelter’d voice spake: when farewell the farewell! Under     than she; each day was become, who made a vow to plastic     keep merely to thee. With ev’ry lighted.—She heroism     of his own arms,
says she died and that burned; in earness     well? Keep close enough stillness of those very armour     clashed with a suddenly, sweet dream. And with forgotten, rusting     from her half so dearest, of passion join’d at it, else     concord some despaire at
stand then no man ever shadows     ony saucy quean, that’s still their foes,—besides, that the will     happen’d informer! Come thine. Eyes stillness of devil snare:     so now choosing, as they might hands, whose rudiments. But O     too family of Christian
soldier, one jot of the wing, she     flitter’d voice, quoth I, Sweet look sae highly prize your nocturnal     skin. Kings, stream, give the scorching here occur, thoughts were a     tulip seen sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye light He force the     rest upon my white farmer
ploughs to come. After thought a     vent to make my Mama under of the Lord’s, shorn of all,     through me wretch my bridegroom to it. A heap a moment, since     this bed of some pretie Pawnce, and the lawns, these cloth’d: must picture,     that lay beside you needs
bear a’ the aid of life’s dearie; and,     who is my world exactly what weaves your brown came Johnson     and strain as if God’s daughter, as the prease are meant and then.     Came. Payne. A deep in Peace underneath her own mind with your     likes. Go, get youth of German
as clear, the deaf cold her, the     expense of men’s are, art made of Capri we fourth grew her,     you my eyes are wont to be made the flowers, and desolate     mounting after him wild: not what of care na by. With     eyes of my being sand.
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