#bahb

[imbobthetomato]

“Oh, see, now you’re upset because you can no longer do the thing I told you explicitly not to do.”

"Of course I'm upset that I can't do the thing you explicitly told me not to do! I'm a control freak!" he usually wasn't this candid, but he was already spread thin. "Why do you always have to control my life? Can't it be the other away around? For once?"

[yearbookquotesstpatricks]

What do you think of the left and right streets, with the trees?

[natasha-barton]

Poland ‘23

[sugarlesswriting]

why couldn't my cat have normal skin. no. she has to have sensitive skin so we have to get a special type of flea medication from the vet that's over 100 dollars 🙄

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

the bahbe gorl

[theshippirate22]

remember this? I’m having thoughts about it again.

Steve is standing at the counter chopping onions when it happens.

It’s been raining on and off all day, but at that moment it’s firmly decided to be on and it’s a loud, howling wind that pelts the water against the kitchen window.

It’s a strange sound, really, compared to the warmth of the oven and the soft, yellow glow of the light above the table and the candles on the counter. It doesn’t match what’s happening inside the house.

Steve throws a dishtowel over his shoulder and scrapes the diced onions off the cutting board with the edge of the knife into the pot on the stove. They sizzle exaggeratedly as they hit the bottom,

Andrea is sitting at the counter, perched on a barstool with her legs crossed. As soon as she’d gotten home from school, she had changed into a huge sweater that had probably belonged to Steve at some point, that hung down to her knees and now she was leaned forward over the counter with a double-handed grip on her book.

“Juh… Jump… up… bah… bahb… bahby… baby! Jump up, baby.” She murmurs, brow furrowed in concentration the way Nancy does when she’s thinking hard. “Juh… jump up. Up, up, up. Juh-Jump up.”

Steve turns for a minute to finish browning the ground beef in the pot, which is why he doesn’t see her set the book down and look up.

There’s a lapse of quiet. Steve can hear the radio in the family room, which he couldn’t over the sound of her reading and the crackling pot.

“Are you stuck on a word? Wanna spell it for me?” He turns back to the island to open the litany of cans waiting for him- diced tomatoes, white corn, kidney beans.

“Y…” She starts, staring intently at the book.

The cans are emptied into the pot with everything else. He’s still waiting for the next letter to form a coherent word, so he’s not prepared for her response.

“Why don’t I have a dad?”

Steve drops his spatula.

It splatters on the floor and he stoops down to wipe it up with a paper towel, depositing the offending utensil in the sink and pulling a clean one from the drawer.

Andrea is watching him carefully, he can feel it burning into him, but he’s still thinking of something to say. He never expected he’d be the one to have this conversation; that was up to her mother. Nancy would be so much better with words than he ever could be.

Finally, he settles on, “Lots of kids don’t have dads.”

“Not any of the kids I know.”

“Dustin doesn’t have a dad,” Steve says instantly, before realizing that Dustin is not a kid to her, but a full grown man. He tries to think of someone else, closer to her age but comes up empty-handed. “Uh… Jonathan and Will didn’t have a dad for a while. Neither did Max or Eddie.” Not helping. Still adults.

She nods nonetheless. Her eyebrows tighten again as she thinks.

His movements are measured, tentative. He has a lot of questions, so many.

“Can I get one?”

“A dad?”

“Yeah.”

He lets out a nervous breath. “Why do you ask, kiddo?”

She chews on her fingernail and doesn’t say anything. Eventually, she closes the book, places it face down, re-opens the back cover, and takes out a little pink quarter-sheet flyer tucked inside. She slides it across the counter.

Steve picks it up. She still won’t meet his eye.

Stewart Elementary First Grade Daddy/Daughter Tea Party! reads the top in thick black letters.

“Oh,” Steve says.

He looks over the other little details listed on the flyer next to a line-art teapot in the bottom corner.

“Hmm.”

He puts the lid over the soup and moves to the other side of the island. Pulls out the stool next to her and climbs onto it.

“Was somebody at school giving you a hard time?”

She shrugs. “No, not really. But I need to get a dad so I can go. I don’t think Miss Gracie knows I don’t have one, or she wouldn’t have invited me.”

“No!” Steve cries. His chest throbs painfully. “No, no, I’m sure you can go, even without a dad. Like I said, lots of kids don’t have ‘em.”

”None of my friends don’t.” She looks away, twisting a loose thread from the sleeve of her sweater around her finger.

“Andy, listen,” He murmurs gently. “Families… are kind of complicated. Sometimes, we start to think they only look one certain way and then we feel like ours isn’t good enough. That’s how I felt when I was your age, and that’s how I felt when I was much, much older than you.”

“How old?”

“Seventeen or eighteen.”

She grimaces.

He laughs. “Yeah, I know. But here’s the best part, kiddo. No one told me for a long time, but actually, families look all sorts of ways. And it’s okay. Even when they’re different. Especially when they’re different. And our family is different. But that’s not a bad thing.”

”But I still can’t go to the tea party.”

“Hold your horses! I’m getting there! Sheesh.” He reaches out to tickle her and she squirms away, but he does manage to make her giggle.

“Sometimes, dads aren’t really dads at all. They just feel like dads to us. Like how Hopper became Will, and El, and Jonathan’s dad. Or Uncle Wayne became Eddie’s dad. A dad is just someone who…” He sighs. “Someone who picks you up from school or takes care of you when you’re sick or cuddles you after a bad dream. Stuff like that. They love you unconditionally-“

“What’s that?”

“Like, no matter what. And as long as they do that, and take care of you when you need it, anybody can be your dad. Whether it’s Eddie, or Dustin, or-“

“Or you?”

Steve’s breath catches in his throat. He feels like he’s on fire, combusting with sheer admiration, and he forgets what he’s saying instantly.

“You do all of those things,” Andrea continues. “And the fun stuff too, like when I couldn’t see at the fair and you put me on your shoulders, or when you let me eat ice cream really late when mom’s not home. That counts, right?”

He chokes, “Do you want it to?”

She thinks about it for barely a second. “I think so.”

“Then yeah, that counts. For sure.”

“Hmm.” She looks at him, tipping her head to the side and furrowing her brow like she’s never seen him before. “Do you want to be my dad?”

Oh God, he’s going to cry isn’t he. He can’t cry. That would be horrible. How will he explain that to her, or to Nancy, who should be home in the next few minutes…

“I can’t think of anything I want more, lovebug,” he whispers solemnly instead.

She grins, lighting up like the sun and jumping up to throw herself into his chest, arms around his neck. He coughs with the impact but pulls her close and kisses her cheek, where she’s got a single freckle, just like he does.

“I love you, Andy.”

“I love you too.”

Oh God, yep, he’s crying. Whatever. He can’t help it.

In the next ten minutes, she’ll run upstairs to pick an outfit for the tea party, and he’ll finish the soup and set the table, and Nancy will come in from the storm and find him washing dishes and bawling his eyes out, and shortly after Eddie and Robin will get home too and they’ll all laugh at him and he’ll laugh too, because, it really is funny, and their awkward little family of five will eat dinner together and it will be loud and warm and perfect.

But for now, Steve thinks he’ll just hold onto Andrea.

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Okay I know part one was like. fivever ago but i’m having brainrot about it again so here is a very very low stakes tag list based on who asked from that post but i know it’s been a million years and this is kinda different so don’t even stress: @estrellami-1 @alohastitch0626 @analyticalfrog3

[barbwritesstuff]

Bahb (how my grandfather pronounced it)—are you familiar with the world of darkness TTRPG system?

Yes. I play Vampire 5th edition and I think my friends are going to be starting a Hunter game soon.

[madame-blueberry]

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜ (from bahb)

“Don’t threaten me with a good time”

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

deevorse bahbe. di-voorce.

[somethingclevermahogony]

Happy WBW! What are the sacred professions in your world? I don't necessarily mean religious-- but of course they can be. Just what are the high ranking, prestigious, and/or powerful jobs?

Happy WBW!

For the purposes of this post I will focus on the city-state of Labisa, the largest of the Kishic Cities and the former capital of the Kishic Empire.

There are a number of people whose roles within the social hierarchy and government of the city, can be understood as "sacred" or otherwise related to the gods, spirits, or magic.

The King/Queen

Jal/Jali pl.Jalun/Jaliun (Jahl/Jahlee) Great/Big/Grand Alternatively Jalsankat/Jalsankati (Jahl-sAn-kaht/Jahl-sAn-kahti) Great Priest/Great Priestess or Jalunkut/Jalunkuti (Jahl-oon-koo/Jahl-oon-kee) Great Lord/Lady

The monarch forms the top of the social and religious hierarchy. The monarch themselves are not considered sacred or divine in nature in the sense of the Apunian Fapacha. Rather it is the role of the monarch which is afforded a sacred designation. It is thus the throne or title which is considered as divine rather than the person.

Perhaps as a result of the lack of a divine nature applied to the monarch themself, Labisa has seen no less than twenty-five separate coups/ civil wars/succession crises in the 900 years since the fall of the Kishic empire following the death of the Spiritblood king, Tamel. In comparison, Apuna where the monarch is believed to be directly favored by the divine, has seen only three such incidents in its nearly 4,000 year history.

One of the titles of the monarch is Jalsankat, Great Priest, and is considered to be the clerical head of the Temple of the Goddess, Humbalibal. This title is almost entirely ceremonial in nature, typical reserved to festivals and some sacrifical rites.

It should be noted that there has only been one instance of a Kishic monarch capable of the use of sagecraft (Babirkukaza (Babiru-spirit, Ku-man, Kaza-art/skill)), Queen Sema III of Labisa of the Line of Haman.

Priest/Priestess

Sankat/Sankati pl.Sankatun/Sankatiun (SAn-kaht/SAn-kahti) Borrowed from the Shabalic Sankud, its exact meaning is unclear, Patsankat/Matsankati (Paht-sahn-kaht/Maht-sahn-kahti) Father Priest/Mother Priest

There are thirty-one temples within Labisa, dedicated to twenty-seven distinct deities. Each of these temples house anywhere from 3 to 700 priests/priestesses, servants, and attendants. Each temple is headed by a Patsankat or Matsankati, varying on the nature of the deity. Below this top position is a complicated hierarchy composed of several distinct classes, typically based on seniority within the temple.

The largest temple in the city is that of the city's patron deity, the ram-horned mountain goddess, Humbalibal. The temple sits at the center of the larger temple district.

Those clerical members who are capable of using magic (sagecraft), typically exist near the top of this hierarchy, though not always.

Most clergy members are capable of some level of literacy, thus representing approximately 76% of the 3% of all Labisians educated in literary arts.

Sages/Seers

Babirkut/Babirkuti pl. Babirkun (bahb-eer-koo/bahb-eer-koo-ee) Spirit person Zunamku/Zunamkui pl. Zunamkun (zoo-nahm-koo/zoon-nahm-koo-ee) Dream person

Not strictly a profession. While humans can not use magic in and of themselves, certain humans, namely sages and seers, can communicate with spirits and access their magical potential. As such while a sage cannot manipulate their own magical energies they may act as a conduit for the magic of spirits. This is known as sagecraft (Babirkukaza). The ability to use sagecraft is typically genetic and inherited, in some rare instances it may develop as a result of exposure to wild magic (Bikab).

Magical energy, the energy wielded naturally by spirits and deities is called Fizatab. The lingering effects of magic can last long after the original intent has been fulfilled, this lingering magical energy is Bikab/Wild magic. The effects of wild magic are in some ways comparable to radiation. Most feats of magic are far too minor to leave any drastic mark, most of the time the remaining magic will leech into the environment and become diluted enough to become unnoticeable. However in the case of particularly powerful shows of magic, such as those from particularly powerful spirits and deities, the resultant wild magic may remain for decades or centuries. Most of the wild magic which currently effects Kishetal and Kobani as a whole is a result of the incursion of the gods during the Great Calamity. Typically each patch of wild magic will act differently and manipulate the environment which it covers in unique ways. Typically these changes are uniform among species. Plants may change color or grow in strange ways, animals may mutate and change in unrecognizable ways (Bibsupak/Bibsupakun). When humans and human-bloodlines are drastically changed by wild magic they resulting people(s) are referred to as forestfolk (Nutkun).

The relationship between sage and spirit is a diplomatic one, built on negotiation and sacrifice. Thus the role of the sage is to plead to these spirits, to offer them gifts and boons, often in the form of their own vitality, and even at times their physical well-being in exchange for the spirits' magical power. The intensity of the effect which a sage can produce is reliant on both the fortitude of the sage and the powers of the spirit. In most cases, the greater the act of magic, the higher the toll the sage must pay.

A seer is a kind of sage that is capable of taking a spirit directly into their mind/allowing for the transmission of visions and memories without the use of magical tools or mediums such as Arkodian Bronze. Some sages who are not classified as seers are capable of allowing spirits into their minds, however this is typically even more catastrophic to the sage in question than it would be if they were a seer. One in every ten sages are seers. Sages are exempt in most cases from serving as guards/farmers/or soldiers, rather they often work as scholars, clergy, or as attendants in the Palace. While sages (unless they are priests) are not typically thought of as being in contact or related to the divine, their relation with spirits and nature does lend them a sacred nature.

Plantbrews

Kurkipkut/Kurkipkuti pl. Kurkipkun (Koor-keep-koo/Koor-keep-koo-ee) Plant (Brewing) Person, more simple Kurku (Koor-koo) Leaf (Brewing) Person

Plantbrews are those individuals who specialize in the use of magical plants and animals in the creation of medicines, potions, and spells. Histortically most plantbrews are women from rural environs. Similiar to sages, while plantbrews are not related directly to the deities and the divine, their close association with nature and magic gives lends them a sacred reputation.

Plantbrews themselves exist in a liminal space, their existence at the outskirts of society and their often close relationship with Forestfolk, creates an air of mystery and at times distrust around the profession. Plantbrews are even barred from entering certain temples. Despite this, king's typically have their own devoted plantbrew(s), famously the case for the King's of the Line of Asherdul, who rely on plantbrews to treat Asherdul's Bane.

Asherdul's Bane is a gruesome and ultimately fatal disease which solely effects the male line of that dynasty. Asherdul's Bane is a congenital autoimmune disease passed down the male line. Symptoms include the rashes, the loss of hair and nails, the formation of nodules on the skin, and the gradual development of severe ulcers on the skin and muscles which may eventually spread across the body, in later stages the deterioration typically spreads to the organs, most noteably the lungs and stomach. Deaths are typically the result of organ failure or else of infection. Most affected by the disease pass in their 40's-50's.

Outside of the city, plantbrews typically hold considerably more power and may double as priests or elders.

The recipes and practices of plantbrews are jealously guarded and often recipes will die with their creators. It is not unheard of for plantbrews to be sages, and indeed the ability to see and communicate with spirits is at times highly useful for the creation of a plantbrew's craft.

[polishcaterer]

"don't do that." (from bahb)

"I am literally just vibing."

[rumor-weed]

“I am so heterosexual!” (from bahb)

Audrey laughed jovially, wiping tears from her eyes and saying, "Oh, did... did you think I was, like, a free service? Tell me something ya want me to spread as a rumor, and I'll do it? It doesn't work that way, sweetie. Proclaim your heterosexuality all you want; good for you. Your PDA with little Miss Madame Blueberry has certainly done more for that front than any other, and it still doesn't rule out wonderful ol' bisexuality, like your friendly weed down here. Seriously, Bobby, ya wanna speak even with me? What's this about? Nobody confesses such a boring truth to a rumor weed unless they're wanting it to spread around. And why would I care enough to do that? Your sexuality is your business, Tomato-boy. All these truths you aren't saying... Add 'em up, Bobby. Add 'em up."

[snakebitcat]

And in all fairness, in some parts of the South, "bahb" is how you pronounced "barbed".

when you’re out at a restaurant or a coffee shop or a target or whatever with your friends and you overhear/eavesdrop the same snippet of some stranger’s conversation, and you look at each other for a second to check that you both heard this stranger say the same weird/funny/baffling thing and just break out in knowing grins and quiet laughter… that’s a love language

[daybr43ks-lam8]

1 million hammers upon you

AHH .A HDAHHAH Hh!h HBHBAFHJABHJFB AHJWB FHJAWB HBA HBAH BAHB AHHF BAHF BA

[interruptingmooshroom]

I’ve been listening to vocal stim compilations recently because I found out they exist and what a vocal stim is, which explains a lot honestly but

I found out Leshy, my leopard gecko, also enjoys them. He was so comfy on his rock watching. It was adorable and I’m sorry I disturbed him next time I’ll leave it on the entire night and destroy my computer I promise Bahbe.

[chaseprice]

Bahb