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I have a question that Google has not enlightened me on, and that I think is in your wheelhouse. I don't know much Old Hollywood. Why do young 20something pop stars keep referencing Brigitte Bardot? Like, I know a reference to Clara Bow usually means heart-shaped lips and soulful eyes, but I can't figure out Brigitte Bardot
I love being the expert on this but I want you to know that I'm not an expert on this and am just spitballing here. With that said, my guess is that there's a small number of Old Hollywood icons whose legend still sticks around in some way—Clara Bow, Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe all still have some cultural relevance, even though that relevance is mostly disconnected from their actual career and more focused on the bits and pieces that remain of the ~vibe~ of their career. People use a movie star's name as a style shortcut. For Audrey, that means long cigarette holders and black Givenchy dresses and big mascara eyes. For Marilyn, that means floating white dresses and platinum blonde and hot pink satin and diamonds. These things are not terribly tied to the actual bulk of movies they starred in, but they're the bits that stick around in the collective consciousness.
For Brigitte Bardot, I think what pop stars are referencing is the ~vibe~ of her status when she first became a star—she had an earthier, bolder sexuality in her presentation than most of post-WWII Europe was used to seeing. She seemed sexy in a straightforward, "I rolled out of bed like this" way, particularly when compared to the studio-controlled Hollywood beauties. (she probably did not roll out of bed like that, but you get my gist—she conveyed a natural vibe, even if it took work on her part.) So I think if you wanted to reduce Bardot to a style reference, you'd be thinking about boldness and earthiness balanced with freshness, conveyed through kohl-circled eyes and tousled hair, sexy but not trying too hard.
I genuinely don't know though! That's just my guess off the top of my head. Sorry I took two paragraphs to get there :)
[I am not advocating for Bardot as a person here and am just looking at her style and reputation as a screen icon in the understanding that we all know this blog does not tacitly agree with her politics or views simply by discussing her.]
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A clear reminder of how it began
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Domestic fluff and sass. You try to sneak something into the house, and Simon catches you at it.
This series is a loose fit series, meaning these are not in any particular order. All the same couple, though. Also meaning I'm dropping y'all straight into an established relationship.
Warnings: Swearing and sass, a little suggestive language at the end.
Word count: 494
“Need help with the groceries?”
The question shouldn't have startled you. Simon asked every time you did the shopping without him. But you still blinked guiltily, shifting your weight, one hand behind your back. “No, it's okay, I'm just gonna put my puree down and grab the rest.”
Not entirely a lie. There were only two more bags, you'd easily grab them on the next trip.
But it was more that you were trying to sneak past him, a little bit.
You almost managed it, too. Except he turned to look at you. And instantly clocked the awkward way one hand was behind your back.
“Don't tell me.” Caught somewhere between dismay and amusement, Simon raised one eyebrow at you.
“Alright. I won't tell you.” Your own lips twitched in response, though you tried to maintain a neutral expression.
Simon sighed, more for show than out of real emotion, and stood, stalking over to you. You finally pulled the plant from behind your back to avoid squishing it.
“I thought we agreed no more.”
“They were trying to kill it!” You defended, pouting at him. “Look at this.” You held out the plastic holder to him, white-lined leaves rattling a little.
Simon humored you, taking the plant. His eyebrows both shot up as he realized the same thing you had. The poor plant was bone dry, entirely too light for its size.
His sigh was his surrender.
“Don't have space for it,” he grumbled, even as he stepped back and handed the plant back to you.
“I'll find a space.” Bolder now, you left it on the kitchen counter with the rest of the groceries, intending to go back and grab the last two bags.
“Didn't agree to live in a nursery,” he grumbled, amusement clear in his tone.
“Sure you did,” you teased right back without missing a beat. “When you married me.”
“Is that what I agreed to?”
“Yup. It was right in there with the love and cherish bit.”
Simon snorted, and when you came back in he was busy putting away the perishables. “Shoulda warned me sooner.”
“Nah, much more fun to let you find out on your own.” The front door closed gently behind you.
His teeth flashed in a brief, predatory grin. Your heart stilled and then thumped hard. You knew that expression. “I can think of things I'd rather find out.”
You swallowed, eyeing the distance between the two of you. You were closer to the bedroom than he was. You had half a chance of making it. “And what exactly do you have in mind?”
The only warning you had was the brief sight of those teeth again before he swiped at you, big hand just missing grabbing the front of your shirt. You yelped and bolted, groceries forgotten in your dash to the bedroom.
After all, the point wasn't to get away. The point was to get somewhere you wouldn't end up with rug burn.
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So....Echoes of Wisdom huh. Does this mean.....that Zelda would be considered the hero or rather heroine of the Triforce....? Would this perhaps.......make her qualified to be apart of the lads.....? You know the heroes of the Triforce?
Can you imagine the chaos....?
Here's all these Triforce holders of Courage, from all different parts of time and then there's the Triforce holder of Wisdom. Aka Zelda fighting with the others for control over the singular brain cell they all share just imagine it for a moment. Imagine them in battle with all their swords and magical items then here comes Zelda with a fucking bolder ready to hulk smash someone-
#oli talks#ooc#muns ramblings#mindless ramblings of a madman#shitpost#extreme shitpost#loz#linked universe#lu#linked universe the chain#lu the chain#echoes of wisdom#lu link#lu zelda#listen it'd be hilarious cuz she's no better than them at the end of the day shsgsgs
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DSMP Sisasystem
pt: dsmp sisasystem
reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.
note: this post is referring to the charaters from the dream smp, not the content creators
number of members: 3
“The thing that I built this nation for doesn't exist anymore...”
Collec. Title: Wars Spoils, Those of L'Manburg, The Last of Choas, Last of L'Manburg
Collec. Name(s): Stone, Copper, Firework
Collec. Pronouns: He/Him , They/Them , Ye/Yim , H☆/H☆m , Ae/Aem , We/Win , Ze/Zim , Ke/Kim , Re/Rem
Collec. Gender: Boy+, Holoboy
Collec. Attraction: Bi-Turian & A-spec
Modifiers: L’manberggenic , Minecraftbased , Dissobritish
Aesthetics: Mix of all of them
Name: Tommy , Tom, Tim , Raccoon , Rascal
Pronouns: He/Him , H☆/H☆m , Ae/Aem , We/Win , Bla/Blaze , Spark/Sparks , 🔥/🔥s , 💥/💥s, 🦝/🦝s
Age: 18
Gender: Demiboy, Missingpiecegender , Celamasc , Mascppear , Raccoonwild , Racconthing
Attraction: Lesboy , Fictoaroace
Species: Human and/or Raccoon hybrid
Role: Bell Ringer, Happiness Holder , Beauheur , Mood Booster
Aesthetic: Bastardcore , Feralcore
Name: Tubbo , Bee , Tubs , Nuke , Sparks , Bolder
Pronouns: He/Him , Radio/Radioactive , H☆/H☆m , Re/Rem, Ra/Ram , Baa/Baas , Boo/Boom , Ba/Bam , ☢️/☢️s , 💥/💥s , 🧨/🧨s , ☣️ / ☣️s , ⚠️ / ⚠️s
Age: 17
Gender: Libramasculine, Satyrhonum , Nitrocaramic
Attraction: Turian, Demirose
Species: Satyr
Role: Memory Holder , Trauma Breaker , Trauma Holder
Aesthetic: Scrapper , Winter Academia
Name: Fundy , Vic , Victor , Vector , Fredrick , Duke , Hamilton , Alexander
Pronouns: He/Him , They/Them , H☆/H☆m , Ze/Zim , Ke/Kim , Mrr/Mrrp , Yip/Yips, Kit/Kits , 🐾/🐾s, 🦊/🦊s
Age: 20
Gender: Evomasc / Transmasc, Wolverine , Sorohoarder , Manfox , Kitsunegender , Foxlexic , Minefoxix
Attraction: Bi-Turian, Reciproflexible, Vulpinian
Species: Fox-Man
Role: Charge
Aesthetic: Comfy/Cozy , Autumn


#build a headmate#build an alter#alter creation#headmate creation#build a system#willogenic#✦ sisasystem#🎼 mod 🎹#ANTI RQ#ANTI RQ headmate pack#long post
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Transformers encountering all the various human solutions to boobs ranging from corsets, stays, bras, suport tanks, breastbands, cross tied cords, choli, freeballing, etc. Immediately start trying all the varieties for better well suport. Breakdown neads some good overshoulder bolder holders lets be real.
humans finally introduce cybertronians to boob support that is more comfortable than "just stuff them behind the chest plate and hope for the best" and they can't get enough. This is awesome for them. Bras and corsets are big hits. Some bots have taken a more radical approach and just let their tits hang out because they realized they don't have to suffer with them squeezed uncomfortably behind their chest plate....
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Hiii hellos :] we would rly love an actobat (level 2) transmasc Kylar the Loner from Degrees of Lewdity plz!!!
Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.
CW// 18+ source
❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎
Kylar The Loner!!
°·⊱ Name: Kylar, Raven, Kaito, Damien
°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: (name) The Loner, The Obsessed, Dark Manor’s Lord
°·⊱ Age: 16-18
°·⊱ Race/Species: Human
°·⊱ Source: Degrees of Lewdity (18+)
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°·⊱ Sex: Intersex (afab)
°·⊱ Gender: Transmasc, Fragbemherzic, Obsessivething, Cuvofacadic, Yanluvlettic, Cryptidboy
°·⊱ Pronouns: He/him; it/its, nya/nyas; purr/purrs; mew/mews; love/loves; 🔪/🔪s; ❤️/❤️s; 💌/💌s; they/them
°·⊱ Sexuality: Demisexual
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°·⊱ Personality: Usually very quiet and withdrawn, but when 💌 finds an fp things change. Still very insecure, but ❤️ will get bolder in trying to show affection. If it is not returned, he will become convinced others are trying to take his fp away/getting in their way and will do anything to eliminate the obstacles. Very clingy and overly affectionate to their love.
°·⊱ Likes: Anime/Manga, Video Games, his obsession/fp, drawing, witchcraft, poetry, anything that 🔪s fp likes/makes them happy, taking photos (especially of their fp)
°·⊱ Dislikes: Anyone who keeps it from its fp, not having nyas fp’s attention, being away from purrs fp, bullies, Whitney, its family,
°·⊱ Role: Sexual Alter, Symptom Holder (OCD, BPD, BiPD, DPD)
°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🔪🩸💌🖤
°·⊱ Typing Quirk: trails off in sentences and is constantly unsure if it should keep talking, uses ellipses (... or ,,,), when nya gets excited purr will use all caps and lots of exclamation points (!!!!)
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°·⊱ TransIDs: transJapanese, transHarmless, trisHarmful, transCatboy, transTall, transVtuber, transHappyChildhood, transFamousArtist
°·⊱ CisIDs: Yandere, OCD, BPD, BiPD, DPD, black hair, green eyes, scarred, hypersexual, short (4’8”), artist
°·⊱ MUDS: Love Obsessed Personality Disorder
°·⊱ Paras: 🐾, 🐙, 🥚, 📖, 🧟, 🦴, ⚱️, 👥, ❣️, 🌹, 💤, 🍎, 🩳, 👀, ⛓️, 🛐
°·⊱ Extra: You wouldn’t guess it but they actually do know some self-defense, he just doesn’t use it against the bullies at school because its a pain.
°·⊱ Faceclaim: 1 | 2


Had so much fun with this we did a level 3 bc autism. Hope you like your adorable stalker lol <333
#★Act Request★#bah#build a headmate#build an alter#alter pack#alter packs#alterpacks#radqueer#rq🌈🍓#rq safe#endogenic#pro endo#endo safe#willogenic#tulpamancy
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HaKodesh Kadosh (Take me to Shul)
nsfw, religious imagery, ~1500 words
It was his brother’s bar mitzvah. His mother was absolutely livid when we walked in a half hour after shacharit had already started. She couldn’t chew us out since she was sitting at the front of the room, closest to the bimah, so she settled on giving us death stares. We both grabbed siddurs and he grabbed a kippah before we both went our separate ways, on opposite sides of the mechitza.
It didn't really matter to me which side of the mechitza I sat on, but I chose the women’s side that day to try to allay his mother’s fears of us disrupting the service after the transgression of coming in late.
I picked a seat all the way in the back. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to show support for the bar mitzvah boy and his family, it’s just that sometimes the rabbi can go on for a long time, and I want to be able to pull out my book without judgment.
Today, though, I was feeling rather spiritual. I abandoned my book in the siddur holder attached to the back of the seats in front of me and stood with the congregation. I said kaddish with them and sang along as they took the torah out of the aron and paraded it around the sanctuary. They even brought it all the way to where I was sitting so I could plant a little kiss on it.
I kept my eye on the person carrying the torah as they took it up to the bimah. They started to undress it, removing the cloth cover, velcro band, and adornments that kept it safe while it sat in the aron, waiting to be used.
“I wish that could be us,” said a voice from the other side of the mechitza. I didn’t have to pull the curtain aside to know that it was him.
“Are you serious? Right now?” I hissed. If it was any other situation I’d be inclined to humor him. But this felt a little sacrilegious.
“Oh come on, I know you’re thinking it too. Plus, he’ll become a man whether I’m here or not, we may as well have a little fun while we’re here.”
I said a silent prayer for forgiveness and reminded myself that sex is technically a mitzvah.
I closed my siddur, put it in the holder attached to the seat in front of me, and slipped my hand behind the mechitza. His hand met mine and he interlocked our fingers. He brushed his thumb over the back of my hand for a minute, testing the waters.
I heard the sound of fabric against drywall in addition to the feeling of his weight shifting. I realized he’d moved from his seat to the floor and I followed suit. As soon as I got comfortable he got bolder. He moved our hands from his side to my side, and he rested them on my thigh.
He unclasped our hands and placed his palm on my leg. He didn’t stop the rubbing of his thumb, moving it from the back of my hand to my inner thigh. They had finished undressing the torah by now and had already called up some family member for the first aliyah.
As the bracha was read, his hand climbed higher and higher until it rested just before my most sensitive spot. I let out a shaky breath before placing my hand over his, guiding it onward.
“Amein,” the crowd sang out, and he sang it with them as he expertly slipped his hand under my clothes. I stifled a gasp as he ran his fingers through my pubic hair. I peered behind the mechitza and saw him looking dead ahead. He was playing the part of the perfect older brother, the good Jewish boy. But for a moment, he glanced over at me and flashed a sultry grin. I prayed the sound of crinkling candy wrappers would mask whatever noises I made.
After a few minutes he got bolder, moving his fingers so that they brushed against my sex. He worked them back and forth, with varying pressure, knowing just how to push my buttons and make me groan. He kept going, through the second and third aliyah, at a lazy pace, ignoring my hushed requests for him to speed up.
Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. I looked over and he got up almost mechanically, taking out a travel pack of kleenex and wiping his hands on it. I watched as he walked up to the bimah and put on a tallit. I mentally smacked myself. Of course he was reading from the torah. He’s the bar mitzvah boy’s brother. I saw him adjust his kippah and take the yad in his hand. Some people I didn’t recognize stood beside him and said the bracha, and then he began to read.
I tried to follow along in a chumash, but I couldn’t. I was still so distracted by his touch. I could feel the pulsing arousal in my core and I couldn’t ignore it. Eventually I worked up the courage to bring myself to the front of the sanctuary; to sit next to the bimah. I brought my chumash with me and I sat myself down right near where he was standing. He couldn’t see me yet, he was too focused on reading, but when he was done, he looked around and caught my eye. He came around to the right side of the table where the torah was being held, holding my gaze the entire time. I wondered if he was going to bend down and say something to me, when I noticed his hands were moving. He gestured to me, then to him, and then to the aron. I cocked my head at him. He wasn’t seriously suggesting…?
Before I could clarify his attention was taken by the chazzan, who was asking him to recite a bracha. Only two more aliyot before he would be able to sit down with me again.
Or so I thought. I had forgotten that the rabbi enjoyed speaking at length to the celebrating family. He was stuck up there for what felt like a million years. The rabbi droned on and on about community and adulthood and whatnot before finally giving the family a little baggie full of assorted judaica. I caught his eye one last time before he sat down next to his brother. He mouthed something to me, which looked a lot like “meet me behind the aron” before turning to face the front of the room, acting as if nothing had happened.
I sat on my hands all throughout musaf, trying to keep my mind on the prayers instead of where it wanted to go. I forced myself to say the words of the kaddish in earnest and I tried my best to follow along through the recitation of the amidah. But the end of the service couldn’t come fast enough. When the rabbi finally said the bracha over the wine, it took everything in my power to not race up to the bimah.
As calmly as I could, I ascended the small steps and looked around for him. I didn’t see him at first, but then I heard a hiss from behind me.
“Over here!”
I turned around to see a hand poking out from behind the aron. Inconspicuously, I went around the side to find that there was a small crawl space behind the aron that I had never known about, and that he had discovered. He beckoned me inside and I gladly took his invitation.
Neither of us wasted any time on pleasantries. We were both too worked up. He quickly slipped his fingers under my clothes once more and I took this opportunity to finally kiss him. I kissed him long and hard, moaning into his mouth as he worked his magic, flooding my senses with pure arousal. I bucked my hips, grinding into his hand, and he laughed softly.
“You’re so worked up,” he whispered. “Maybe we should come here every week.”
I didn’t know if the pun had been intended, but even if it wasn’t he sped up his handiwork. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I tried to warn him. He simply shushed me and enveloped my mouth in another kiss. I continued to muffle breathy moans into his mouth as he pushed me over the edge and helped me through the aftermath.
Afterward I wanted to fall limp, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. I hadn’t realized how much energy I had devoted to this, but now that I had lost it I just wanted to fall asleep. He beckoned me closer and pulled my head onto his lap.
“Don’t worry about falling asleep,” he reassured me. “Everyone’ll be back for seudat shlishit. They won’t even know we’re gone. His words calmed my nerves, and I was able to fall into an easy doze.
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I’m no soldier. I’m older and bolder than that rifle holder, holding the key to set people free, and the language that I need to let them hear me. It’s called poetry and I write it exquisitely.
I’m not a doctor, or a minister, but I am here to administer the mental medicine you need, like a vaccine to give you resistance to the social disease of corruption and greed.
What I would like to believe is that which I bring makes me a teacher, and a lover of all human beings, a speaker of truth, and compassion, that last bastion of hearts yearning to breathe free because in reality America hasn’t ever lived up to that dream.
But I am probably not the one you will see, or the writer of books you will read.
-2024
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If there's one thing I like from the way you handle things in Timey Wimey is the applications of the Miraculous and the powers.
Canon has introduced so many things and... never did much to expand on them. Power ups were supposed to be a huge game change against Hawkmoth, and we got two episodes focused on them... and that's it.
Unification was also like this. Hyped up in a few episodes, with all the posible applications, and yet we get the most basic of approaches. I was waiting for things like combo powers, fusion weapons, bolder interpretations on some of the Kwami's concepts and powers... we got nothing of that.
That's why I'm so happy you are making sure to correct that in Timey Wimey, where you have shown us something as huge as Miraculous being Corrupted and warped, along with the kwamis themselves.
'Holds heart with tears in eyes'
I'm really glad that my silly little AU is actually pleasing people in this fandom. When I wrote this I thought that no one would read it because it was such an overpowered packed story about the Miraculouses and made-up head canons of mine but It actually seems that people really like it!
It honestly was supposed to be a Watching Miraculous Ladybug but it meets Prime Queen but then it moved to corrupted Miraculous holders with future Marinette running from them. I had always wanted to write a fanfiction where season 3 or 4 Marinette met season 1, in the concept story Marinette was actually supposed to be 18 but I changed them to adults since I felt that they should be older.
It was a struggle to come up with the concept, it went through a lot of changes let me tell you that. The first concept was them being 18 years old, the second concept was that this was supposed to be the debut of the Constellation kwamis as it was supposed to be constellation kwamis vs corrupted kwamis. eventually, I stuck with the peacock and butterfly Miraculouses being the main miraculouses.
Then once I had the first chapter out I went through the different types of versions, did I want it to be Future Marinette using all the Miraculouses? Or did I want it to be younger Marinette? The story went through a lot of different stages.
But eventually I went with future Marinette using the Miraculouses and then added both unification and power-ups.
Because the battles that are gonna be epic
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir#miraculous au#timey wimey…uh oh au#ask me
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No. 9 - IndiGo
A very different type of bonus review - I'm here to stop talking about history and start talking about current events. Nobody has requested IndiGo, but IndiGo has requested that Airbus sell them a record-breaking 500 A320-family aircraft as an absolutely wild opening to this year's Paris Air Show. That is, to put it in context, the largest bulk order of jets by an airline ever, in history. While aircraft orders by companies are generally negotiated behind closed doors and thus I can't say how much money is actually changing hands, the approximate value of this deal is hypothetically 55 billion US dollars.
This will more than double IndiGo's existing 308-strong fleet, consisting of A320-family jets and ATR-72 turboprops. They are already the largest operator of the A320neo in the world, and have a truly stunning 999 aircraft on order.
Well. Assuming nothing changes, we will have a thousand more of these in the world by 2035. How do I feel about that?
Those living in the West might not be familiar with IndiGo (full name InterGlobe Aviation Ltd., not to be confused with defunct United States carrier Indigo Airlines; callsign "IFLY", not to be confused with Russian charter airline I-Fly) but even without this truly prodigious order they're pretty massive. In fact, they're the largest carrier in the world's most populous country. Currently headed by the former CEO of KLM, they are also the largest low-cost carrier in all of Asia.
It's interesting, but somehow this livery doesn't feel like it has much gravitas to it. That's fine for a low-cost carrier, it just feels a bit surreal that this is the current record-holder for largest bulk order of aircraft. Not the Delta-American-United triad, who already have 1,000+ aircraft fleets. Not Emirates and its massive A380 and 777 fleets. Not even a huge flag carrier looking to expand. They're not even a full-blown ULCC, and I could have imagined Ryanair making an order of this magnitude to try and rapidly expand way before I would have bought it from IndiGo. My guess would be that they're feeling a bit threatened by the two massive threats of the Lions Air and Airs Asia, but that's just speculation and also not what I'm here to talk about. I just cannot stop being astounded by this. I don't feel like any airline needs 500 aircraft total, but what would I know?
One neat little touch I'd like to point out is that this plane feels like it had a lot of thought put into how it's seen from the bottom. In particular, the little stick figure/airplane dot thing(?) IndiGo logo is on the bottom, and the little blue swooping line is made an active part of the design under the nose, rather than just trim, the same way as it is on the tail. The logo in particular is super recognizable. I will say, though, the way that it's just dots could probably make people mistake it for some sort of safety lighting rather than iconography, because it does resemble the sort of markers you'd see on the ground at a runway.
Seriously, what is that logo? Is that an airplane? I think it's supposed to be an airplane but it is so simplified it's no longer instantly recognizable.
The font used for the wordmark is ITC Bauhaus, which, sure, that's nice and big and striking, and its branding has not changed since 2006. The color...sure is indigo, though the actual livery on the airplanes pretty heavily skews towards general blue. (We're done with jetBlue, but blue jets will haunt me forever, it seems.) I wish it was a bit bolder on the actual fuselage, because it's a bit hard to read at times with how thin the letters are.
That said, I have to point it out: Indian carrier operating primarily domestic flights in India, which will mostly be flown on by Indian people, the majority of whom will speak Hindi (the fourth most spoken language on the planet), and yet has the airline's name and website in English but not Devanagari. (EDIT: I have been told by somebody who actually lives in India that English is probably the more broadly accessible choice for a lot of the country, so this is actually not an issue.)
I kind of wonder if ATR operators are drawn to dark swooping curves on the bottom of their planes, because Azul had the same sort of basic shape around the belly fairing. I think it looks good on the type, don't get me wrong, I'm just curious now if that does factor into the thought process.
I think this livery is exactly as busy as it needs to be. It pinches in neatly under the nose, and I like how it travels up to cover the lower half of the tail. It feels uncommon to see that sort of tail-fuselage integration. It's nice how the light blue line alternately joins and diverges from the darker main body, creating a dynamic feeling, and I like how it's used as almost a rule for the placement of the logo on the tail. (I do wonder why the little plane logo couldn't go there instead, though. Or on the nacelles. Its absence everywhere except the belly seems weird. There actually is a small one on the nose under the windows, but if you can't see it from a distance I don't think it counts.)
The airline operates a total of two freighters, but I just want to point out the commitment to the Go bit, which I like. It's a lot less of a common branding thing than you'd expect, honestly. Surprised more airlines haven't jumped on that.
I really love seeing prop covers on planes. Those are her gloves.
I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that the blue fully retreats in that little center-back fuselage section. From a few angles you get just a sliver of it visible in a way that feels awkward, but in theory I do like it. A bit of white breaking up that line isn't a bad thing.
Grade: C+
As in, we will c +500 of these in the next twenty years.
Well, this has been just a fun little extra. It's a good thing I don't totally hate this, because 500 more of these are about to be flying to an airport near you! (More airports near more people, because I think 1,200 planes for just their current 101 destinations would be serious overkill). What an exciting start to the Paris Air Show, and I live in fear that I'll be forced to rush to my keyboard again when [throws dart] Binter Canarias announces that they [spins wheel] are going to start operating a fleet of secondhand A380s.
#tarmac fashion week#grade: c+#region: asia#region: south asia#region: india#era: 2000s#era: 2010s#era: 2020s#indigo#low cost carriers
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HTTYD x Genshin Impact - Visions
𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣!
Since I’ve decided to start writing some HTTYD Fics and HCs on this blog, my dearest travelers, I’ve decided to start strong and do a vision analysis for the main characters of HTTYD! Hope you all enjoy this! ♡︎
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𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖…

“The Gods goad us all with the promise of their seven treasures: rewards for the worthy, a doorway to divinity. Yet buried in this world are smoldering remains: a warning to those that dare trespass. That throne in the sky is not reserved for you. But mortal arrogation never stops. None will escape the flames. See for yourself."
𖣘 Anemo - The Spirit of Freedom 𖣘
“What does freedom really mean when demanded of you by a god?"
Those who possess the power of Anemo tend to not get nervous or overwhelmed by the situations they face. Anemo bearers value freedom so much that they will sometimes fight for those who deny it to others or themselves…
Ruffnut and Tuffnut - The two are practically the embodiment of freedom in their own unique way, so much so that they take what it means to be free in a whole new meaning. While they like to wreak havoc across the land the two know deep down that even when it comes to fighting for the freedom of dragons there is nothing that can stop them. Freedom can mean many things but what it means to them is being able to free a dragon who is being hurt by evil.
Valka- She holds freedom dear despite it bringing her a heavy burden. When she was taken by a dragon many years ago while trying to save her infant son she immediately knew what she had to do- even if it meant never seeing her husband and son again. She fought for what was right and freed many dragons- protected them too. She knew freedom came with a cost. What she lost was later gained.
ꕥ Geo - Contracts and Order ꕥ
“In the end, he will sign the contract to end all contracts."
Like the land, they have a calm temperament. Earth types are very grounded individuals, as of realistic. Geo Vision holders seek loyalty, security, reliability, and so on. They value what is set in stone, or believe everything is, and are known to be very stubborn…
Viggo Grimborn- Leader of the Dragon Hunters, a strategic thinker and is smarter with his age and experience in his years. He is realistic in thinking and is incredibly stubborn- everything happens for a reason and knows much can be set in stone. He values loyalty and does not care how he gets it as long as he is feared above all. While he would indeed use his vision for acts of evil it is not a surprise that Geo was meant for a man of his skill and intelligence.
Fishlegs- While some would argue Fishlegs being a Dendro holder it becomes a bit more obvious that Geo is best suited for him. His behaviour is that of a Geo. He seeks a sense of security and is incredibly reliable, someone that people just feel comfortable opening up to and a wonderful friend. Fishlegs values loyalty and kindness, he wishes to shield his friends and beloved dragon Meatlug from foes no matter the cost. While he may be cowardly at times he has a pure heart that is made of gold. He means well and wants the best for everyone.
Stoick The Vast- While some might quick to label him as that of an Anemo holder due to losing his wife, Stoick truly embodies that of Geo in terms of being the foundation of his people’s tradition and wishing to hold true to his well grounded beliefs and ideals. He values loyalty and strength and is very much built like that of a bolder. Stoick the Vast is truly a reliable leader in the eyes of those on Berk. Though he once believed that the hatred to dragons was set in stone a sudden and difficult experience changed his mind- he was stubborn, yes, but that can all come down to him being a true man of Geo.
Electro - Everlasting Eternity
“But what do mortals see of the eternity chased after by their god?"
Eternity, a means where all or at least parts of life is kept the same regardless of what goes on in the world around them. The ideas of unchanging eternity is what strengths the individuals who harness the powers of Electro. They strive to keep themselves in whatever they deem to be eternal. Whether it is eternal beauty or eternal power, they will achieve that goal. No matter what, even if it may be destructive...
Heather - She is no stranger to chasing her own version of eternity, she felt so alone not knowing where she came from with only fragments of memories left behind in her mind. She wanted clarity and to understand as much as possible of who she really was- one could say that her pursuit of answers was her eternity. From a very young age, she was separated from her real family, and was eventually taken in by a couple who raised her as their own daughter. Even with what adoptive family she did have, her pursuit for answers was evident from the start. She was seen as different- an outcast even but even so being different was what lead her to find what she wanted all along. Her eternity.
Dagur The Deranged- Heather’s older brother, a crazy and rather deranged man befitting his namesake has his own way of defining eternity. He has a strong connection to Electro. The Skrill is the dragon the Berserker Tribe have named the symbol of their people. He is impulsive and never ceases his drive for eternity- an eternity of his own. Now that he is married to Mala of the Defenders of the Wing he seeks an eternity with her where they will fight alongside each other.
Mala- Her eternity is simple, peace and protection for her people and it’s dragons. She is not afraid to turn her katana-like sword on anyone who dare challenges her sense of eternity or dares harm a dragon. Mala holds a strong, religious admiration for dragons, actively antagonizing dragon hunters, suspected dragon hunters and anyone who may have harmed dragons. She is elegant and polite, if anything some may think she is much like the archon of which her vision emanates from.
❦ Dendro - Wisdom and Knowledge ❦
“The oasis of knowledge is a mirage in the desert of ignorance.”
As the nature, trees, the soil they are the epitome of life. The element with creation itself. Dendro people will often be creative, bring up ideas to change the current situation, and bring a whole new perspective on matters. They are crafty yet incredibly careful, they wish not to overlook a single detail put before them. As with knowledge and wisdom, they seek answers and solutions to any problem put in their path. Daring to risk it all, one might say…
Hiccup- Intelligent and incredibly creative through and through. While he may have been hesitant to share his views on dragons in the past and worked in secret to become the well known dragon rider he is today. It should come to no one’s surprise that Hiccup values knowledge and has a drive to learn as much as he can, like a sponge soaking up water be soaks up knowledge. He is incredibly creative and always seems to have a bright idea to help get the job done.
Gothi- Berk’s resident healer who is skilled with all things medicine. Gothi’s knowledge is in medicine and the earth itself, with her knowledge she can be sure to cure as many as possible by using what she knows about herbs and other natural remedies.
Bucket- Bucket was attacked by a dragon and lost half of his brain. It caused him to lose his sight temporarily, and to protect what was left of his skull, he wears an iron bucket on his head permanently, earning him the name. Now do not let this half-brained Viking fool you, he is indeed a man of Dendro in a very unique way. His injury also awakened great artistic talent, and he made two quality paintings of Hiccup and Stoick, but the second painting was more truthful of Hiccup's appearance; the first was not. True to the Dendro element’s ability to belong to creative minded people, Bucket holds true to his creative abilities proudly.
Trader Johann- Creative and cunning, Johann has proven that he is indeed worthy of Dendro by means of his crafty facade of a dimwitted trader of many goods while being the mastermind of many great troubles the dragon riders have come across. He as is crafty as he is careful, not daring to miss even a little detail as why his act was able to keep going for many long years. While he may not use his vision for good, he is indeed a genius…
𖦹 Hydro - The Desire For Justice 𖦹
"The god of justice lives for the spectacle of the courtroom, seeking to judge all other gods. But even she knows not to make an enemy of the Divine."
Hydro bearers tend to go along with the flow, as water can take the same shape of its vessel. They adapt to situations quite fast, or are not overwhelmed by what surrounds them. They seem justice and have a rather strong sense of it, holding those who dare question them before their being as if it were court. They are judgmental, but not always in a negative way, some more observant and silent than others. But be warned, they will make sure a tsunami of justice hits you when you are wrong…
Astrid- She is truly the embodiment of the Hydro element’s principles of justice and a quick adaptability to chaos in their way. Astrid’s sense of justice does to always being quick to sense when one is not who they seem, quickly calling them out as an act of judgement- though she may remain silent on the matter she will judge the one worthy of her judgement and without mercy.
Atali- Atali is very polite and gracious, though has little patience for any disrespect. Much like her vision’s very principles she holds Justice above all and will defend in the name of it. She is gentle and kind, nurturing to baby razorwhip dragons in her care but will happily turn her blade against those who dare harm a dragon. Her justice is in the name of protection of those in her care.
𖣔 Pyro - War Within 𖣔
"The rules of war are woven in the womb. The victor shall burn bright, while the losers must turn to ash."
Pyro wielders are the most passionate people you may find, they do every single thing with huge amounts of willpower, energy and love. That is not to say that there may be a barrier to keep them from reaching their full potential. Many Pyro holders struggle with “war”, the very thing their Vision symbolizes. War is not always a fight with another, but inside yourself…
Drago- The very embodiment of Pyro’s thirst for war. His drive and sheer willpower to concur says it all, he is truly one chosen of the Pyro element. Dragon is fierce and as brutal as a raging wildfire, his temper that of an erupting volcano. He has no love in his body, only the energy and will to concur- that is his flame, his true passion.
Mindin- Like the other Wingmaidens, she is respectful towards the others. However, Mindin’s call to Pyro was the feeling of never truly being enough. Minden has always wanted to prove her worth to Atali, to show that she is a leader material. When she realized that she has made reckless decisions, she feels ashamed and that she is not worthy to become a Wingmaiden. It takes an encouragement from Snotlout to help herself in getting back on her feet and to do the right thing. Pyro can mean that she has conflict burning within, she indeed does but that does not define who she is, her strength and willpower to prove herself has shown her true worth.
Snotlout- Pyro was naturally the vision he wanted to hold from the beginning, after all, Hookfang is a Monstrous Nightmare- a stoker class of dragon. If anyone was fit for Pyro it was Snotlout. He embodies Pyro’s traits in an interesting way, always wanting to prove himself. He is passionate… but sometimes his passion may get the better of him….
Gustav- Snotlout’s mini me, a wannabe new and improved Snotlout (well, more like more chaotic version). He admires Snotlout and his ability to train a dragon to the point where he gets his own dragon named Fanghook. Gustav often times mimics Snotlout's personality, although he is easily scared, mostly because he is younger, as has decided to run away twice… despite this he is indeed worthy of pyro based on his dedication, passion, and his inner conflict of not being entirely true to himself.
❄︎ Cryo - Conflicted and Strident ❄︎
"She is a god with no love left for her people, nor do they have any left for her. Her followers hope only to be on her side when the day of her rebellion against the Divine comes at last."
Cold yet calm, confident yet conflicted. Those who wield the powers of Cryo are individuals who all seem to have something that they deeply despise, whether it be a topic or person they seem to hold a deep inner hatred towards it. They are quick to talk about their despise and come against it rather quickly if given the chances. Cryo holders may seem harsh, but many are kind and well intentioned deep down. Much like a flower hidden beneath the winter snow. They sometimes find hard to love and embrace; just as they have found it hard to embrace their true self…
Ryker Grimborn- As the older brother of Viggo Grimborn, he's the muscle and brawn, while he lacks the brains for many an operation, he makes up for it in pure brute force. He is undoubtedly the type of character that wants to just run in and start beating everybody up and killing everything and everyone in his vicinity, Ryker is far smarter than he looks and is capable of trickery- he is cold and brutal, a pure Cryo at heart. By keeping a relatively calm demeanor before going blizzard crazy, he knows when to attack with ease.
Krogan- He is very quiet, calm and collected, and seems to prefer observing to joining in the commotion. He is quite literally the calm before the storm- or raging blizzard. Most of his actions are overly dramatized, suggesting he's well disciplined and might have a gift for performing. He’s the embodiment of the Cryo principles and personality. He is the farthest from kind, harsh as the coldest of winters and with a heart of solid ice.
Eret- While some might not have guessed Eret is one for the vision of Cryo but he is truly a Cryo deep down. Cocky and overconfident, only appearing to care about saving his own skin. In spite of his cavalier façade, Eret is rather charming, heroic, and kind-hearted. As a Cryo user, a key personality trait is he may seem harsh, but is kind and well intentioned deep down. He has come a long way from foe to friend and has become an incredible leader in his own way.
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"Some say a few are chosen and the rest are dregs. But I say we humans have our humanity. We will defy this world with a power from beyond. Now, you will set foot in this world. Your journey has reached its end. But one final doorway remains. Step forth if you have understood the meaning of your journey. Defeat me. Command me to step aside. Show me that you are worthier than I to rescue her. Then the threads of all fate will be yours to reweave."
"My memory is all but faded completely. But I will always remember how much she, too, loved these flowers."
#windblume writes#genshin impact au#genshin impact visions#httyd headcanon#httyd#how to train your dragon#how to train your dragon au#httyd au
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Who wants a quick thing featuring whers. Or, well, a wher. Just a casual evening with a working wher and His.
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Jask would never be able to tell you how he felt about the arrival of spring. It brought with it a welcome move from the lakeside pastures and beasts that crawled from the water at night to hunt, and the kids were always adorable. But all the births in such a short time left his throat sore from humming, and the night’s wherries were bolder than all but the largest of his aquatic foes. Especially when there were small forms they could carry away if he wasn’t fast enough.
“You ready, bratlet?”
Not that the seasons would ever stop for him, whatever way he felt.
One wary, whirling eye on the water, the blue gave a long stretch on his way to his feet, letting an affirmative waft over His’s mind.
“Good! Let’s see if we can get this lot up the hill before the rain rolls in.” If there was anything Jask didn’t doubt- and the list was not very long, he had hatched out a worrier, kept on track at least half by Jakon’s reassuring presence in the back of his mind- it was that they would get their goats moved in good time. Twenty years of experience working the job together, plus Jakon’s ten before she’d bonded him, plus their presence in each other’s minds, made for a team that probably could have done the job in their sleep.
He passed the image her way, eyes shifting from anxious yellows to pleased blues at the sound of her laugh rolling over the pasture.
“Next year,” she promised, and he felt more than saw her grin as he rumbled his own amusement.
The job itself was simple. Way back as a youth Jask would have argued otherwise, lacking the experience to know when a cluster of does was going to break away, how quick of movements risked spooking the flock, how hard he could nudge a slow wether without sending it flying, but now. Now he had every advantage of age and experience, using his size to keep the stock together and their prey instincts to keep them moving. With Jakon singing herding songs in the lead, out of the pasture and up the rough road that rounded the near hill.
Mysk bugled down from its top, sending a sense of neighborly curiosity his way as Theirs each called out friendly greetings to the other pair. Jask sent back assurances as to the wellbeing of His, himself, and their flock with a low bugle, alongside his own questions as to her and hers. They were well, he was assured, the pair and the Holder’s quail all. By the time they slipped around and out of sight, it was with well wishes and assurances of safety and good behavior all around.
Their first hill of the warm weather seasons was the third of the road- truly the fifth if you counted both sides, but Jakon had assured him otherwise as a wherlet and he simply accepted it as the way things were. It was like the steps of an old dance, herding the goats into the old stone fence, being loaded down with a yoke of buckets, leaving Jakon to keep an eye on things as he ran to the creek to fill them. Repeat the last two steps until the troughs were full, see the yoke removed and replaced in the shelter up the hill. A job made easy through teamwork and knowledge.
“And to believe,” Jakon laughed in that smug way she always did after a job well done, rubbing the scar behind his eye like he enjoyed, “people tried to warn me off you.” Jask gave another pleased and amused rumble, eyes all blues and greens now the hard work was done. A vague sense of ‘fools and failures’, with nebulous images to emphasize, slipped between their minds as they settled down onto the grass and watched the goats get reacquainted with the area. Jakon laughed harder, leaning against his hips with legs outstretched so he could curl around and settle his head in her lap, pressing age old affection into her mind. Grinning, she pressed a kiss to his head. “Love you too, bratlet. Wouldn’t have another if my life was on the line.”
He didn’t doubt that either, not when he could feel it, or when he felt the exact same way. Sore throats and all.
And in the end, it couldn’t have been less than a candlemark before the first raindrops fell.
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Nice binder, or as I call it the over the boulder (boy shoulder) bolder Boulder boulder holder, shipped from Colorado, bro.
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There was a cave on the rock farm playfully dubbed the “Crying Cave” by the sisters when they were young, a nickname which ended up sticking well into their adulthoods. It was a place where any of the Pies could go, in moments of strife, to cry, scream in anger, or simply think. The crystals were like friends to listen to your problems; they would always be there.
Limestone Pie had avoided lingering here after her father passed, only entering its secluded walls to mine whatever resources she needed and then leave. Even when her other family members took their time in there to mourn, she didn’t need to. Or she just…didn’t have the time for it.
But it was exactly where she knew she’d find her son, who had a lot to think about as of late. And now…so did she.
“Mountain Peak!”
The mare called out in her usual harsh tone, but then attempted to soften her voice.
“You in here?”
“Agh! I mean, yep! I’m here!”
Mounty appeared over a wall of crystals, his eyes widened in surprise. Lime couldn’t quite tell if he flew up there or jumped out of fear.
The colt’s expression shifted to vague disappointment once he saw who it was. He landed on the other side of the wall, now looking guilty.
“I wasn’t gonna be in here for long, I promise! Pinkie Promise! I’ll get back ta work now, what did ya want me to do?”
“Sit down.”
Limestone ordered with the same authority as her own mother, though not as gently.
“Uh…please. I want to talk. We’ll work later.”
It was like Holder’s Bolder had cracked open in broad daylight. Limestone Pie remembering to say please and thank you!? Postponing work for even a minute!? He jested to himself…but she wanted to talk to him? Honest to Gaia?
At this point Mounty had almost resigned himself to never having a real conversation with her, but maybe Ma AJ had gotten through to her after all.
“What’s goin’ on?”
He asked, though both of them knew the answer.
Limestone stood in silence for a moment, moving her mouth like she was about to say something but then stopping to reconsider. She wasn’t so good with feelings.
“I…uh…”
Limestone cleared her throat, deciding she wasn’t going to dance around this and drag it out more than she needed to. The colt could handle a straightforward explanation.
“Your Ma talked to me today, while we were out running errands. About how you’ve been behaving and how you’re feeling. You talked to her, right?”
“Yes?”
What are you gettin’ at here?
Mounty was confused as he wondered if he was in for a scolding or a real conversation.
“I know it’s been hard for you since your grandpa, ahem, passed on. And if your Ma’s right, I guess I’ve made it worse. A lot worse.”
A new pang of guilt shot through her as she said this, thinking of how she’d treated him.
Mounty, the unabashedly good-natured colt he was, opened his mouth like he was about to stop her, say, no, you didn’t, it’s okay. But that would have been a lie.
“Taking apart that machine you built is probably the worst thing.”
Limestone started going through the list in her head of things to apologize for, one by one, without fooling around.
“You didn’t take time off from work to build that thing. It even got you your cutie mark. It showed a lot of craftponyship and planning, and you should be proud. Even though I didn’t agree with the purpose, I shouldn’t have gotten all pissed off like that. I wouldn’t like it if somepony destroyed my hard days’ work like that.”
“It ain’t about the slide.”
Mounty frowned.
“I could build a new one o’ those no problem. It’s all those nasty things you said, ‘bout how I wasn’t doin’ anythin’ useful with mah cutie mark. An’ how I was disrespectin’ not only Grandpa but the whole family. Don’t you remember? That hurt somethin’ awful.”
“Yeah…”
Limestone cringed at herself, not just for what she said but how she was trying to talk her way around these more deeply-cutting actions of hers.
“That was bad, even for me. And it isn’t even true. Look—“
She sat up straighter to look him squarely in the eye.
“It took me a long time to realize this but I was wrong. About a lot of things. Like what your Grandpa would have wanted. If your Grandma and Great Aunt Morganite know anything, it’s that he would have liked that slide of yours. And…I’m sorry I tried making you think otherwise.”
Apologizing was extremely hard for Limestone, so she broke her gaze and turned away, hardly wanting to look at the colt she’d wronged.
“Thank you.”
Mounty said.
“An’ even though I had my doubts sometimes, I reckon I always knew he woulda liked it. Y’see, the Hearth’s Warmin’ before he passed, Grandpa an’ I had a bit of time together, and we talked a bit. He said I had a mighty important role ta fill on the farm, that I’d help it flourish an’ be an asset the the family.”
“Did he?”
Limestone uttered.
“Yeah. I reckon I took that ta heart, tryin’ ta fill that role an’ make him proud ever since. Even when uh…some ponies said I wasn’t doin’ it right.”
Mounty didn’t want to be confrontational and say that it was really only Limestone who said this, but she knew what he meant.
“Damn. I spent this whole time trying to make him proud too. When all I’ve really been…”
Her voice choked up.
“Is an��insult to his memory.”
She slammed her hat down on the ground, throwing it almost like it was something foreign, something that didn’t belong to her.
“He…I talked to him too. Did you know that? He told me to take care of our family and protect what we stand for. And…and I did anything but that!”
Mounty wasn’t sure what she was doing at first, with her face concealed behind the smooth silver curtain of her mane. Perhaps scolding herself in the anger that was typical of her. But no…she was crying.
This was a long time coming, yet it was so unusual that he didn’t know what to do. He’d never seen his Mom even shed a tear before now. After a few moments of letting her sit there and let it out, he whispered,
“You really do miss yer Pa, don’t you?”
“He…he taught me everything I know.”
Limestone sniffled, wiping her eyes.
“At least, he tried to. I don’t know how much I learned. I wish he were still here, to teach me all this again. I’d actually listen this time. I swear to Gaia.”
She turned to look at her son.
“Maybe then I’d figure out how to actually support my foals so they don’t keep having to run off to this stupid Crying Cave.”
“Well…there ain’t nopony sayin’ ya can’t start now.”
Mounty tried to reassure her.
“I’m sure he’ll be proud seein’ ya try. I’m sure he did appreciate you always thinkin’ of him even if you…didn’t always get it right.”
He smiled.
“But we’re both in this cave now. I reckon we both need it?”
Normally Lime would have scolded him about talking back to her, for suggesting she wasn’t doing her job right. For a split second she did think of it, but he was right. She had just admitted it herself. She had a lot of work to do.
And she had to be the adult and be there for him.
“I’ll try to figure it out myself, but don’t be scared to tell me when there’s a better way to do things if I don’t get it. Even if I’m all rocky and jagged about it.”
She chuckled at the pun.
“You’ll have to be able to take charge if you’re going to run this farm one day.”
Mounty gasped.
“Really? Me?”
“If Grandpa wills it, it will be so.”
She affirmed.
“Give me that.”
She gestured towards his bow tie, which he took off after a brief look of questioning.
And to his surprise, the mare who wouldn’t dare alter her father’s belongings tied the pink ribbon around his hat for a whole new look.
“Your Grandpa would be so proud of you, Mounty. You have all the creativity and care I now know was always in him. He was right, you’re one of the best things to ever happen to this farm and this family.”
At this point she was crying again and so was Mounty, with happiness this time. They could both feel their love for their respective Pa and Grandpa reflected in each other, more strongly than ever.
Mounty moved in for a hug, one that was much needed, with his wings and forelegs wrapped fully around his mother who finally returned the gesture.
After a good long moment, Limestone’s quivering lips turned up into a playful smirk.
“Now…what do you say we go rebuild that slide?”
She pushed the hat down on his head, prompting a fit of laughter.
“Haha! You think we can do it as good?”
“We might even make it better. Just lead the way, farmer.”
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#KindsArt#auraverse#the future’s foundation#limestone pie#mountain peak#story piece#next generation#my little pony#mlp fim#mlp g4
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Point me at the evil wizard cause over shoulder bolder holders are expensive and when you out grow double Ds it's even worse.
the evil wizard is his name, he's actually doing a public service. he even does top surgery, if you want.
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