#and with strata:

[moljy]

I use Bedrock btw

[richwall101]

Geology Through Time...

Downpatrick Head - Ballycastle -County Mayo - Ireland - exposes 350 Million years of geological formation - North Atlantic Ocean

[nemfrog]

"Hand removing top of model No. 1." The playbook of metals. 1862.

Science History Archive

[toothwalker]

Rock formation on the beach in County Wexford, Ireland, 17 May 2023

(if you know more about what these rocks are, please tell me!)

[odretwialy-zyciem]

Miłość jest ślepa, ale jeszcze bardziej zaślepia potrzeba bycia kochanym.

[nobi-s]

Nigdy nie uzależniaj swojego szczęścia od innej osoby, bo jeśli ją stracisz, to stracisz wszystko

[kinczixa]

„Mógłbym patrzeć, jak liczysz każde ziarenko piasku na plaży, i byłoby to bardziej ekscytujące niż wszystko inne na świecie.”

-„Kłamstwa” Ana Huang

[martwa-dusza]

bo na straty jakiekolwiek nigdy szczerze nie byłem gotowy.

[dead-west-podcast]

Inspired by our friends @theholmwoodfoundation who posted theirs here as well. Be sure to check out their show! If you do, leave them a rating/review and let them know the team from Dead West sent ya!

So here is our presentation on why YOU should listen and support The Dead West Podcast!

Spotify

Apple

Youtube Music

Podlink (Links to all the apps) Spotify playlist as mentioned above Also, honorable inspiration mentions for Hunt Showdown 1896, Wild Wild West, Rango, Alex Grecian's Red Rabbit, Hayley Stone's Make Me No Grave, the Never Whistle At Night Anthology, Bone Tomahawk, the 1973 WESTWORLD, The Wickerman, Weird West from WolfEye Studios, and Inscription by Daniel Mullins.

[moodboardmix]

Strata Residence, Bel-Air, Los Angeles, California,

Kovac Design Studio

[because--why--not]

Czasem już nic nie chcę

Po prostu czekam co się stanie

Co znów się rozpierdoli

[fattributes]

Spinach and Sausage Croissant Breakfast Casserole

[chaoticstrata]

Spiteful Fire

No particular time frame, just after Rook and Lucanis establish their relationship.

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“Kai.”

“Hmm?” Rook looked up at Lucanis around a spoonful of oatmeal. His lover sat down across from him with his own bowl of porridge. The older man locked eyes with him, dark orbs giving him a very unamused stare. A small amount of panic rose in Rook’s gut as he tried to think of what he’d done to warrant that gaze…

“Have you been trying to teach Spite how to use fire?” the older Crow asked, stirring his own breakfast with a spoon.

Rook froze and looked at the man wide-eyed. 

Oh shit.

He blinked a few times before slowly pulling the spoon from his mouth and swallowing the bite he’d already shoveled in. Setting the spoon down, he laced his fingers together on the table.

“Hypothetically,” he started, “if I said yes…would you be mad?”

Lucanis frowned. “Kai…”

“I said hypothetically!”

The older assassin looked even less amused.

“Rook.”

Oh, he was in deep shit.

Lucanis’ stare was unrelenting, and the younger man didn’t take long to break under it.

“Spite kept giving me puppy eyes!” Rook blurted out.

The rogue closed his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Those are my puppy eyes…”

“Yeah, I’m well aware…and they are still very effective,” Rook pointed out, “Actually, it’s a little scary how well he can use them…”

Lucanis sighed again and just gave him a look. “Kai…no more teaching Spite fire.”

“But…”

“Want. To do. Fire!”

“No,” came the firm response before Lucanis looked at Rook pointedly, “he does not need to know fire.”

Rook sighed, shoulders dropping in defeat. “Fine.”

“Want-”

“No,” Lucanis said again, rubbing his temple. He looked at Rook again. “Promise me that you won’t try to teach him fire anymore.”

Rook kept his face looking as miserable as possible.

“I promise, ma vhen’an, I won’t try to teach him fire anymore.”

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Later that evening, in Rook’s study.

“Right,” Rook clapped his hands together, looking beyond gleeful. “Lucanis said I couldn’t teach you fire magic…he said nothing about lighting. Let’s start with the fundamentals!”

[sea-of-concrete]

📸 Elephant and Castle shrouded in mist at sunrise

[desultory-novice]

"...Where did you get that bone, Marx?"

"From the Cooler Meta Knight. He said I could keep this in exchange for getting rid of the rest."

"Whose bone is it?"

"Dunno. Didn't ask. Doesn't taste like Adeleine's so I figure it's no one we know."

"Should I ask how you know what Adeleine's BONES taste like?"

"Magolor, I know what EVERYONE's bones taste like. It's part of their scent."

"How does that...? Never mind. So, what do mine taste like?"

"Charbroiled chili gumdrops marinated in apple cider vinegar."

"...What?"

"It's completely delicious!"

[kusogitsune]

Congratulations to me for reaching 45k 47k words at the time of posting