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someguyiguess · 18 days
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just flew a bit ago :3
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spiced-wine-fic · 2 years
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expelliarmus · 2 years
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tj-crochets · 9 months
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I felt like doing some hand sewing today and still had a few of those “some assembly required” mini embroidered plushie kits, so here’s a little starry rainbow cat!
I did not do the embroidery, I’ll add the link to the etsy shop I got it from in a minute once I find it again
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saturnvs · 5 months
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spring is here!!
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hishoi · 4 months
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The lighthouse keeper
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(Click for better quality, i spent a lot of time on this)
New entry! The skykids on page 12 belong to @leafith, @nothingbutindigo and @moll-quee!
If you have any questions about the comic or the characters, my ask box is open! (Yes you can also ask Howl)
Entry 3 Entry 5
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groenendaze · 5 months
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I feel like I'm walking into a trap, but... What does Updif mean?
it’s a disc competition - UpDog International Finals!
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inaris-mage-of-storms · 7 months
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Jimmy dreamed about a tree.
He didn't know what kind of tree. An evergreen of some sort, that much was obvious, but beyond that he had no idea. He knew he loved it very much.
The wind was blowing. Jimmy loved the wind, too. Sometimes it held him aloft and sometimes it let him fall, but he loved the places it took him. Especially when it brought him back to the tree.
Hello, he said to the tree.
Hello, the tree said to him.
Jimmy ran his hand over a willowy branch. It curled around his fingers, and the way the tree leaned in the wind felt like it might be trying to envelop him in a hug.
It wasn't, of course, because it was just a tree. But Jimmy grinned and leaned into the embrace anyway. The needles were soft, so long as he moved carefully and in all the right directions. Sometimes the rough texture pulled and poked at his skin anyway, but he didn't mind. The branches wouldn't be able to support his weight if he leaned too hard, but they still felt like safety.
I missed you, said the tree.
There is so much to see, said Jimmy.
Stay with me, said the tree.
Isn't the wind wonderful? said Jimmy.
Jimmy couldn't stay with the tree all of the time, no matter how much he loved it. The wind tangled him in the tree for now, but soon its warm currents would carry him away again. He needed to be in the wind the same way the tree needed to be rooted in the dirt, but he didn't know how to explain what he knew in his soul. Especially to a tree.
Why don't you move? he asked the tree. He knew the tree would say it couldn't, but maybe, if the tree explained why, they could figure out a solution.
What is move? the tree asked him.
It's what I do, said Jimmy. I move. Come with me.
I don't understand the things you say sometimes, said the tree. Sometimes you are here and sometimes you are not, and I don't know why. But I know I miss you when you are not.
I can't, said Jimmy. I don't know why. But I know I miss you too.
The wind was getting stronger. It would change direction soon. Jimmy sighed. The tree creaked in the wind, and it sounded like a sigh too.
Stay with me, said the tree.
There is so much to see, said Jimmy.
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Jimmy blinked blearily and stretched as he woke. What had he been dreaming about? He rubbed his hands over his face with a frown, the details slipping away like a feather in the wind.
Was I...talking to a tree? Jimmy huffed out a laugh at the absurdity. Maybe he should ask Scott if there was something in the cake they'd eaten together.
Well, weird dreams or not, yesterday had been...nice. Jimmy smiled to remember it. Scott had really gone all out for their meeting in the little cave. He had an odd feeling that maybe there was something else there he wasn't getting, some question Scott had been trying to ask. Maybe...
No, that was a silly thought. It was just a meeting.
The Codfather planned out the day in his head as he got dressed, and his dream was forgotten. Outside, the wind blew warm and strong, and trees creaked like a sigh.
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spookythesillyfella · 5 months
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my partner really likes litc so i wanted to make a little doodle as a gift and i figured i might as well post it here since i have no motivation to draw atm [nor the time]
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deklo · 5 months
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i have a sinus headache and weird stuffy nose are you KIDDING ME. ARE U actually kidding me
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yrlocalghost · 9 months
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going for a walk in the cold going for a walk in the cold i love the cold my best friend the cold
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if-mirrormine · 1 year
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I want to give Grayson the world holy shit. I would literally sacrifice my life for him if need be.
Also, how would ROs react if MC called them and they obviously sounded panicked, but before MC could tell RO what happened/what's happening, the call disconnected?
I hope you're doing well!!🫶
grayson's whole life flashes before his eyes and he immediately assumes the worst. He just about enlists the entire police force to go out and find the mc.
kennedy tells herself to panic slowly. it's not guaranteed that the mc is in real danger and she tries to keep calm but she's really freaking out just below the surface.
alex is the most chill out of everyone but there is a sense of urgency in the way in which they move. they're going to go out and find mc themself but they're going to keep a level head.
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knizmokat · 6 months
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good morning friends
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brenna · 4 months
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the vibe for june 7th is a strong wind, and apparently it's changing.
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pwophet · 8 months
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sorry to everyone who has muses that hate being touched btw
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ereborne · 5 months
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Song of the Day: May 10
"The Ghosts of Beverly Drive” by Death Cab for Cutie
#song of the day#lovely rain today and exactly the right amount of cool and windy to get the smell of it in my room#spent my morning performing excel magic tricks for a /very/ appreciative audience I must say#one of my coworkers is very much in demand for help with identifying poorly-labeled fields in our oldest query structures#she's been around for a million billion years and can glance at a column and effortlessly expand its useless acronym title#I tapped her for a question and she was answering me on what I did not realize was an open zoom call in the conference room by her office#and then when she finished answering me she asked me for help with an excel formula in exchange#and I helped her (an easy fix. she is /not/ good at logic structures. always goes for OR when she needs AND and vice versa)#and then I was teasing her and said how she didn't have to hold onto her questions until she had something to barter with#that I like fixing things and I'll help for free#and then her laptop was physically wrenched around by another coworker farther down the table#(not as disorienting as actually being grabbed by the head and bodily turned but even over zoom it was still an Experience)#and the accosting coworker asked if that went for everybody. could anyone ask me for excel formula fixing help. please /please/#and I was like yes? can't guarantee I can do anything but sure? how much help could you need?#y'all I gotta say. like battling an enthusiastic and especially unthreatening hydra. chibi excel hydra.#it was incredibly satisfying after so many days of intense frustration to have problems I could so easily solve and for such grateful folks#and some of their formulas were pretty fun to set up. always love the little glimpses of behind-the-scenes in special exceptions#any time you put in conditional formatting for if a single specific person's ID is in the 'comment entered by' cell#there's a story there#anyway I heard so many people say 'I don't know why' this morning and then it was such a perfect cool gray day#I've been humming Ghosts of Beverly Drive all evening#'I don't know why I don't know why / I return to the scenes of these crimes#where the hedgerows slowly wind / through the ghosts of Beverly Drive'
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