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Sandor Clegane & Arya Stark + emoji kitchen
#my automatic serotonin triggers; (1). arya's micro-smirk after 'fuck the king' (2). matching dad & daughter lack of table manners#(3). these loony-tunes mfers in the bushes peeking through gaps perfectly aligned to their dramatically differing heights#(4). sandor waking up unable to find arya and reacting like a dad who's just realized he's lost his kid in the supermarket#(modern au where sandor keeps her on one of those backpack leashes)#5). arya having a full-on (justified) meltdown & sandor's just 😁😁😁 (6). tiny baby arya's delight at seeing the hound for the first time#(7). sandor effectively being stopped from killing someone because a little girl gave him puppy-dog eyes and said 'please'#sandor clegane#the hound#got#gotedit#game of thrones#gameofthronesedit#rory mccann#arya stark#gotaryastark#gotsandorclegane#aryastarkedit#my sets#sandorcleganeedit
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"Me when I got lost on a construction site full of stinging nettles"? please elaborate please please
To be fully honest, I mostly just got lost on a construction site full of stinging nettles
#sometimes you think you have found a 'shortcut' to the birding area#and then you realize that it is 1. an industrial construction site and very much not public property and 2. filled with stinging nettle#up to your chest#so you have to hide in the bushes so people don't get mad at you but they're also stinging nettle#i'm going to be honest i am topping the list of 'guys who should have contracted lyme disease by this point'
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follow up to this comic aaghhh i love them sm
#this girlfailure man#kind of a part 2 to the bush comic :3#reiju's internal dialogue being SCOOOREEEEEE cuz she got invited inside nojikos house#it was cluttering up the page so just pretend it's there please#op#one piece#art#my art#mintart#nojiko#vinsmoke reiju#reiju#reijiko#I LOVE YURI!!!!!!!!#they make me wanna pick up fic writing because they have like 5 fics on ao3#which isnt bad for a rarepair normally it's 0 or rarely 1-2 esp since these two barely have any art at all#tho half of them r sanami related SIGHHH#i gotta be the change i wanna see in the world. if i want reijiko art ill have to make it myself#guys please u guys should ummm totally consider making stuff for them giggles haha uhh ok ill leave sorry#peak ship guys (never interacted in canon)
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https://darkcloudxero.com/2024/09/13/ranma-thumbs-up-redo/
On my first attempt I wanted to emulate the anime style coloring, but I was still learning about colors and just using digital art programs.
You can see it here:
It's pretty rough…
I debated whether to go with the style I'm currently working on or a flatter anime style. I like both so it was a hard choice. In the end I went for something in between. This time I wanted to give some summer vibes.
I've been reading the manga, there is so much I want to draw and paint…
Help me reach more people, like and share if you like my work.
Hasta la proxima,
-NUBE
#DarkCloudXERO#RE:do#さおとめ らんま#らんま½#blue sky#bushes#clouds#Ranma 1/2#Ranma Saotome#red hair#shorts#T-Shirt#Thumbs Up#早乙女乱馬#artists on tumblr#art
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-- room for two, pt ii.
[featuring @hazelkjt's lovely Hazel and Floof!]
#Pigeon Screenshots#Hazel#Odette Hollows#ty 2 hazel for letting me borrow ur bones !!#hazel spends 1 afternoon with Odette and gets to be tall#the shot through the leaves was a happy accident and it's not the best shot but I was so enchanted by the idea of#idk#a moth in the bush watching them#i love so much about these truly#I forgot how much I love posing ocs together#just creating lil' moments of them spending time together!! AHHHHHHHH#I have a small collection of bones from the noodles now#but everyone else hand over your bones right now#(just kidding)#(Unless......)#built these poses from scratch everyone cheer#ty ty ty#pigeon screens
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walton goggins one of the most charismatic men to ever live tis crazy
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Emily's Birthday Fortnignt (Bush Medicine Week) - Day 1 - Love Confession

Sniper asking Medic out on a date, he's a bit nervous but Medic thinks it's cute
Details of my Birthday Fortnight Here
#tf2#teamfortress2#team fortress 2#team fortress two#tf2 sniper#tf2 medic#bush medicine#bushmedicine#sniperxmedic#medicxsniper#sniper x medic#medic x sniper#emily's birthday fortnight#Day 1 of 7#sfm#sourcefilmmaker#source filmmaker
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All of Me Loaves All of You [ch2]
[ch0 | NOW ON A03]
Today was the big day. Louise was woken up way too early for her taste, 6 a.m., to go to the wedding venue. To save on costs the whole thing was very DIY - aside from renting a ballroom and hiring a caterer, no way was Bob Belcher catering at his own daughter’s reception and missing out on the important stuff. Besides, he still hated catering.
So Louise had to be up at the buttcrack of dawn to go and help make sure everything was perfect. Which of course she was the perfect person for the overseeing of...just not for another few hours. Or at least 5 or so shots of espresso. Which she halfway downed on the drive with her parents and Gene.
Zeke’s cousin Leslie was already unfolding chairs outside when the Belchers arrived, a gaggle of children running around and not really helping. Who was helping though was a very tired looking blonde. Louise grimaced as Logan spun around, swinging a chair like Leatherface as he tried to not hit any of the children dashing about. He was very off balance and Louise sipped her caffeine and hoped she’d see him fall. Maybe he’d twist his ankle and someone else would have to stand it as best man. Leslie would be a suitable choice, he could even dance.
No such luck. Brown eyes squinted as the man righted himself and managed to set the chair down without incident. They then looked down at her just as dark coffee as the blonde started walking over with one of those smarmy little smirks of his.
“You gonna help with the labor or just stare at the workers?” he chided, arms crossed and that left brow of his raised so high Louise thought it may get lost in his bangs. Not bangs she could hide under like an umbrella if it rained, but a jungle that her fingers would probably get ensnared in if she-
She blinked. Then she scoffed. “Unlike yooou, I have the all important job of making sure the bride doesn’t lose her shit. This means that I don’t have to do manual labor, thank you very much.”
Logan rolled his eyes and huffed a little, but then he motioned to the building. “Bride-not-zilla is in there with Susmita already.” He looked like he was about to say something else, but Louise spoke first,
“Great well you keep doing a mediocre job out here and I’m gonna go crush it in the dressing room.”
She pushed past him, a little bit of coffee splashing his shirt and giving a “ha!” when he called out her name in an accusing whine.
Dodging way too rambunctious children, Louise crossed the lawn and the ballroom. Then she cracked the door open for a decency check before sliding in. Linda had beelined when they arrived and was flitting about while Susmita handed a robed Tina a thermos.
“Bit early for vodka ain’t it?” Louise cracked. Her sister gave a sleepy glare. She shrugged and muttered, “Tough crowd,” and went to the pile of bags. She and her mom had put their stuff in the same bag and now was the time for Louise to dig around. They had a couple of hours before they were needed for the photoshoots, but Louise knew if she wanted to avoid manual labor she should get ready asap.
“Louise don’t you wanna lounge for a bit in the fancy robes?” Linda asked, waving a fluffy pink robe around. The question stopped Louise in her tracks. She stared at the cloth in question as it beckoned like a siren. If she put that on then not only would she not be forced out of the room, but she also wouldn’t have to use any effort to make herself up much earlier than she needed.
“Yes Mother, I would like to lounge in the fancy robes, thank you.” Louise agreed while putting down the bag. She took the robe from her mom and slid it over her pj’s. The microfiber fleece lulled her into a sense of security. How can Tina be grumpy in this?! she wondered for a moment. But then she remembered how little sleep everyone had gotten.
“Alright so. What’s the game plan Sus?” She decided it was going to be much better directing all inquiries to the bride’s maid who had it all together.
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An hour of sitting around later and Louise found herself growing….bored. She was currently hanging upside down on the settee, scrolling aimlessly on her phone. Her coffee was gone and replaced with a mimosa flute. Which she was nursing because she felt like 8 am was too early for alcohol but Linda was still always ready to get a party started.
“Besides, Louise, a mimosa is a morning drink. It’s perfectly acceptable,” the older woman insisted while lifting her own flute up.
“It’s a brunch drink, Mom,” she countered with a smile. “Brunch starts at 11, 10 if you’re being generous.”
“9 am if you’re in the Philippines,” Susmita chimed in without looking away from her tablet. Louise heard a Level Up come from the device and caught Susmita grin.
Linda let out a tchk. “Ahhhh you girls and your cement-ticks.”
“Semantics, Mom,” Tina joined in. Her tea was finally kicking in, she still wasn’t allowed to have coffee after that whole espresso episode she had as a teen.
“What did I say?”
“Nevermind, Mrs. Belcher. Hey, do you know when Gretchen will be here?” Susmita asked, expertly redirecting the subject. Louise admired that. It was nice to have someone else who could handle the family.
And like magic, the door opened to reveal….Tammy and Jocelyn. Louise groaned the smallest amount. The two may have grown up over the years, and sure Louise and Tammy have had their fair share of “same wavelength” moments but...
“Tinaaa, girl we’re heereee!” Tammy exclaimed with way too much energy for 8 in the morning. She made a type of shrill sound that Louise wasn’t sure she could describe. “I can’t believe you’re getting married today!”
“Yeaah you’re, like, making it so official today,” Jocelyn added in the same lilted monotone she’s always had. Her head turned to the minibar next. “Ooo is that orange juice?”
Some things don’t change and it was just too early. So Louise took this as her cue to stop hiding inside and flipped herself off the settee. “Whelp looks like you’ve got enough people to hold down the fort in here T, I’m gonna make sure everything’s going smooth on the battlefield,” she announced while straightening out her robe.
Before Tina could protest, Louise gave her older sister a quick kiss to the top of her head which was graciously washed this morning, and headed out the door with her mimosa in hand.
She didn’t immediately regret it, even if she had to quickly dodge a gaggle of scamps rushing by. But she did so without spilling mimosa, so that was a win. Smirking to herself, she noticed Gene shuffling by.
“Yo Gene, where’s the fire?” she called, already heading toward them.
The middle Belcher looked around without stopping. “Oh Louise!” They gave an appraising up and down glance before pointing. “I do hope that I have a robe waiting for me in either dressing room.” When Louise just raised her eyebrow, they shrugged and turned back to watch where they were going. “The fire’s at Alex’s van. Not a real fire, this time, just that the equipment is there and it needs to be-” they flailed an arm in the general direction of the building, “there.”
Louise now regretted coming outside. Or at least regretted blindly following her sibling. Carrying equipment while holding a drink was going to be way more work than she planned on doing.
“Bob why don’t you trade m-” a voice grabbed Louise’s attention, shaking her from her musings. Not that she’d admit just whose voice did that. A little ways in front of them Bob was at a wizard painted van with Alex and Logan, waving the blonde away with one arm and clutching something that looked hefty in the other.
“I got it, Logan, don’t-” pause for straining noise, “don’t worry about it.”
Gene and Louise shared an eye roll and hurried a little faster to the group. Louise shouted out, “Dad come on you’re one wrong breath away from dying at any moment, let the middle aged guy throw out his back instead.”
Close enough now, Louise could see Logan huff and roll his eyes. “I’m not even 30, Four Ears.”
“And?” she quipped back, not having any real backup. Which she cleverly hid with a sip of her drink. Seeming to pick his battles, Logan just shook his head. Louise thought she saw the corner of his lips tug up. But that’s something neither of them would admit.
Turning her attention back to her elderly father, Louise tutted. “For real, Dad, let someone else get that. I’ll trade you,” she said while holding out her half empty flute. The fast action caught the patriarch off guard and he precariously handed the cargo over in exchange. Louise finished the transaction by taking a careful step towards Logan.
“And now you take this,” she chimed while lifting the luggage by the handle. When the almost-30 year old took it without a second thought Louise prided herself on not cackling right away. The double take he did when he realized what happened caused her to burst, however.
Of course she had expertly weaseled her way into carrying the smallest thing there was. “You were really going to make the father of the bride carry a cd case? You monster,” she teased.
Logan let out a single bark of a laugh. “You should’ve been out here earlier when I handed him the extension cord.” The twinkle in his eye as Louise reached for imaginary pearls was not to be missed. And Louise thought she caught that too. “This is the last of it though. So classic Louise-timing.”
“Pssh, it’s an art, really,” the young woman boasted. She tried to block out Gene and Alex behind them. But when your sibling only knows stage whisper as a lowest setting that was difficult, especially when that skill is extended to their platonic soulmate.
It was Alex who spoke the question, “Do you think we’re going to perform at their wedding soon?”
And Gene who answered, “Not for another 7 years.”
“Right, right. In their 30’s,” Alex concluded, referring back to Gene’s ancient prophecy.
For the millionth time in 3 hours, Louise rolled her eyes. Gene said a lot of things off the cuff, and that was just one of those things. Her sibling was not a prophet, and she was never going to reconnect and marry Logan Barry Bush in her 30’s. For one thing, they had already reconnected now, before Louise’s 20’s. So that was already not going well in Gene’s favor.
Still, she cast a quick glance at Logan and noticed that his face was just the slightest shade of pink. An impish smile took her face.
“I don’t know Logan, I think we should see if Hall and Oates would get back together for us. If they’re still alive in 7 years that is,” she said a little louder than normal. The blonde had the briefest moment of confusion before that rusty gear in his brain clicked over.
“Awh but I was really looking forward to Beyonce,” he pouted.
“I don’t think we’d be able to afford her baby,” she consoled. Cue the indignant gasps from the peanut gallery in the back, and a confused noise from Bob up front. Choosing to leave the former suffering, Louise called out to the latter, “Nothing, Pops!” Then shared a snicker with Logan.
And that really helped pass the steps back to the main area. Thankfully because Louise was thinking that she needed a refill-osa after that. God maybe I am turning into Mom a little.
“So has anyone checked on Zeke?” she asked, setting down the cd case and opening the door to the building. Gene went right on past her, presumably to cash in on their own pink fuzzy robe. Without answering, so she assumed that was a “no”. So she looked directly at Logan.
“Yeah I’ve been checking in between tasks. He’s got the rest of the party in there with him for company.”
Satisfied with the answer, Louise gave a nod and went inside. Sure enough, Gene was walking out of the “girl’s room” in a fluffy pink robe and two flutes of whatever concoction they made. Louise knew one was non alcoholic for Alex, so it was probably just orange juice and Spryt. The two passed with a nod. However Gene paused and caught Louise’s attention.
“You’re not really gonna hire someone else to do music for your wedding, are you?”
The youngest Belcher sighed with a smile. “Of course not. If I ever get married you’re the first person I’m hiring. Third person I call. If I don’t dual-call Tina and Millie first I’m pretty sure they’d materialize and murder me.”
Gene laughed and gave a thoughtful, “That does sound like them.” Then they were out the door and waving one of the flutes around, splashing the contents everywhere. Louise chuckled and re-entered the bridal world once more.
Before she knew it, it was wedding time.
[ ch3]
#louigan#louise belcher/logan bush#louise belcher x logan bush#bob's burgers#bobs burgers#bob's burgers fanfic#starmoth's writing#holy fuck i actually did it#i committed and finished another chapter#also like i wrote the first paragraph and then left it for a while#thought up an idea post-shower and went “i'll remember”#went a while then after another shower went “shit wait idr. oh yes i do but i better write it this time”#spent about 20 minutes air drying bc i was jotting the idea that spiraled into a little more on my phone#and then when i moved it to my doc (which i forgot i had phone access to) i saw that i wrote the first paragraph already#so i was like. no biggie i'll move that to chapter 3#BUT GUESS WHAT'S GETTING PUSHED BACK ANOTHER CHAPTER#bc i wrote this in spurts and then at midnight decided i'd work on it while i had a pre-bed chicken sandwich#and i proceeded to write 1102 out of 2242 words when i should've stopped and gone to bed by 1#it is now 2:27 in the morning#i don't have work or anything but i was hoping to fix my sleep schedule#but damn if i don't listen to the call of the wrild#anyway a bit of the wedding and then the reception is next#also i can finally post to ao3 but that'll be maaaaybe tomorrow#i'm kinda just really really bad at posting things#oh also i didn't actually start writing until 12:20#i just thought about starting at midnight
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Baby dog retrieve on quail!
#dogblr#rory borealis#SHE LOST HER LAST TOOTH!!!!!!!#this was just a session of carrying and lightly fetching the bird#i didnt have a lot of expectations besides 'dont try to eat it'#she did so so so so good#she was sooooo happy to fetch it#sooooo happy to carry it#she had very appropriate pressure and handed it over really well in exchange for chicken nugs#this video was staged after we were done for the day and she was tired#you can kinda see her try to go off to bury it right after she gets it#i will try to remember to bring out the tripod next time so i can film in the actual field where we work#we will be at this stage for a bit#my general plan here is:#1) many many many happinesses holding and carrying the bird#2) many many reps of holding the bird and doing a hand touch (we do this with toys daily so hopefully itll transfer over)#and then we'll see where we're at#she did some decent 'tracking' when she lost the bird in the bushes#very focused despite this being an urban park#i love to see it#she is so so so cool#bird dog training
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One Tree Hill Meme {180/187} Season 9 Episode 6: Catastrophe And The Cure Top 2 Favorite Characters Per Episode (As voted by fans on TVTime.com)
Chris Keller (47%)
Brooke Davis (26%)
(Percentages as of Jan 2025)
#again just wanna give a disclaimer#i do not condone or agree with the number 1 spot this was voted by fans on tvtime.com#i cannot believe that predatory piece of pond scum chris keller made number 1#spoiler alert i guess chris keller only makes the top two in 2 episodes and this is the last time#though i think that is 2 too many times#okay i'm done now#one tree hill#one tree hill gifset series#top two characters edits#oth edits#one tree hill edits#chris keller#tyler hilton#brooke davis#brooke davis baker#sophia bush#catastrophe and the cure#the wb#the cw#my gifs
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ok i’m like 90% recovered from a bad cold but i hurt my throat with 1.5 weeks of coughing and still can’t sing super great. what am i singing at karaoke tonight
#i’m gonna sing like 1 maybe 2 songs. i mostly just wanna see my friends 🥺#i havent been the last two weeks and the last time i was there half the regulars weren’t there#anyway i’m thinking dreams by Fleetwood Mac. maybe zero by yeah yeah yeahs#i need good alto songs bc the high notes are not high noting#hmmm how high does silver springs get. that could be good#OH criminal by Fiona apple would be good too#the tide is high by blondie. not heart of glass tho (one of my go tos 😔)#no paramore or Kate bush 😔#m.txt
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saltburn was w i l d and i am obsessed
#1. tall man and insane man#2. an emerald fennel film i can rewatch#3. the late bush years of it all#4. rosamund pike!!!!!!!
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enough discussion of how our little beverages should be free. we’ve moved past that. now it’s time to talk about how stone fruit should be free so i can eat 50 peaches in a single sitting like my heart craves
#also berries so i can eat handfuls of raspberries#you might say this is possible and trust me ive braved the thorns of wild brambles to get my berries before#my moment of greatest joy include finding massive wild blueberry patch while camping and also when my job involved lots of time in forest#and we took our break in a sun warmed patch of ripe wineberries#however 1) i live in a city now 2) wild raspberries are much rarer than their invasive counterpart 3) i want free no thorn related injuries#i did find a wild blackberry (?) bush near my apartment#however i fear that it may not actually be blackberries and/or pesticides
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woke up this morning and immediately read the entirety of the robert kennedy assassination page for reasons entirely unknowable
#after that i read the page about the chappaquiddick incident#and then i angrily texted shannon demanding to know why the kennedys are considered some impressive political dynasty when the main guys ar#1 guy who became president and died about it#2 guy who supported israel during his presidental campaign and died about it#3 guy who murdered a woman through inaction and instead of trying to get her help complained to a hotel manager about a loud party#that woke him up#like why are we venerating these dues#the most famous one from the next generation is a vaccine denier#i don't like the bushes either but at least two of them successfully became president which seems already like a more impressive dynasty
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So it was probably a bad idea to go poking around outside of the cities without some kind of knowledge about where he was going and what he was doing. You'd figure a Faekin would be able to navigate in the wild just fine without needing help right?
Wrong.
"Stupid... goddamn... antlers! God, what the hell!" Roberto's gone and gotten himself stuck in a bush, his antlers tangled in low hanging flora where he'd ducked to get through but didn't quite manage it. Forgot he had another good foot to worry about on top of his head.
One hoof stomps irritably, then he stills as pointy ears pick up the sound of movement. Fuck.
He vanishes from sight, his invisibility spell certainly coming in handy already and the one bit of magic he's perfectly reliable with. Granted, he's still awkwardly stuck in a bush and he can only hold so still when every twitch makes it shake.
@deathpacito
#deathpacito#thr 2 deathpacito#event: fantasia war 1#liv liv help#old man stuck in a bush more at 11
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remembering truganini is enough to ruin my day.
#i kind of want to make an art piece about her but i do feel weird using her as a basis for it. so it just exists in my head#its not like a 'i would need permission from palawa people to make it thing' i wouldnt do it even if i got permission. its not mine and#doesnt need to be#im sure the person reading this doesnt know who she is so heres a small part of her story;#she came from lutriwita tasmania. during her lifetime she personally witnessed an estimated 96% genocide of her people.#in the 1830's george a robinson towards the end of the 'black wars' (attempted palawa aboriginal genocide. it was very much#a war) travelled to offer a 'peace treaty' of sorts to the very few remaining (from an estimated 6-20 thousand to around 1-2 hundred)#saying they could go and live on an island where they'd be given flour and tea and a 'good white man' to protect them. truganini was asked#to be his guide to ensure he wouldnt be killed when attempting to speak to people. her reasonings for accepting were of course never#recorded but she did. and helped round up those people. almost all of whom died in the horrible conditions they were forced to live in on#that island (wybalenna). 16 made it back to lutriwita.#she saw the graves dug there for her people looted by settlers.#looted for bones. and skin. so they could be studied like specimines#the remaining people were sent back to live in an ex-convict camp in 1838. 8 years on that island. most died. as was the intention#even on her wikipedia page she is credited as 'one of the last full-blooded tasmanian aboriginals' which is a phrase highly contested by#living palawa people today. but she knew her reputation. she was considered the last tasmanian aboriginal.#upon the approaching of her death she took a trip to a nearby river and pointed to the deepest part of it#asking to be buried there#she had seen how her friends family and people had had their graves robbed by white settlers and knew the same would happen to her. she#wanted to rest in peace. in the bush. in the deepest part of the river#born around 1811-1812 she died in 1876#and the last piece of her skin was returned to lutriwita from a british scientific association in 2002.#126 years later#her skeleton was on display in the tasmanian museum (still in operation i might add) until the 1940s. some 70 odd years. and remained in#the museums storage before being returned to the palawa community in 1976. 100 years after her death#she asked to be buried in the deepest part of the river. where no one could touch her.
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