#canon 650

[antaneasha]

Puerto Rico

Canon EOS 650, Fujifilm 400

[analogtrains]

[fredomotophoto]

Where is the sun... 🌥️

Somewhere here I guess... 👆

Riding the mountain 🏔️ with the Moto Morini X-Cape 650 has been a real pleasure... Photo : Frédéric Poirier

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

‘The point is not “is bftc good Jason characterization”’

Actually the point can be anything that the op of the post wants it to be. Oh you mean that is not your point. Um …. Cool. Nobody asked.

[severed-survival]

Storm, April ‘24

[speech-of-moss-and-stone]

[andybrunet]

15 mars 2024 - long live the resistance

[jpegbasic]

Arc Forms

[traysaunballie]

🌲 - #kawasaki #ninja #650 #bokeh #motorcycle #photography #canon #canonphotography #50mm #columbus #georgia #creek #nature #selfportrait (at Standing Boy Creek State Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/Clpk995sKHH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[westkauai]

Buddy Todd Park June 2024

[devildomwriter]

Fun Facts 641-650

• Solomon was held captive in the ocean for a long time as a new sorcerer until he undid all the spells upsetting the ocean spirits

• After the RAD race, Raphael turned his flower baton into a hair accessory for MC

• A walking cactus tried to trap Raphael, Luke, MC, and Satan in the Forest of Mystery. Raphael scared it away with his spear.

• Thirteen taught Mephistopheles what “stanning” is.

• Simeon canonically thinks of Lucifer as his brother

• Lucifer doesn’t like the idea of being seen as Luke’s babysitter

• Mammon accidentally called Lucifer “dad”

• Leviathan kissing MC saved the Devildom from a flood

• Mephistopheles was the one who saved Beelzebub from being imprisoned in Cocytus

• According to MC, Mammon talks to himself a lot.

631-640 • 651-660

[antaneasha]

Puerto Rico

Canon EOS 650, Fujifilm 400

[analogtrains]

[fredomotophoto]

Moto Morini X-Cape 650 Photo : Frédéric Poirier

This house between the rocks is a former guardhouse for customs officers built around 1756, it is the only house in this village facing the sea (which is behind me)

You can see this place here on Maps 48.668253998051355, -4.372553460927212

[plumpybread]

Could we get some more info on kavehtham in your obesity au? 👉👈 Are they both into feederism and aware of it? Is Alhaitham chubby at all? What's it like being Kaveh's size in Sumeru? I'm starving for details aaahh

Sure! Nothing I love more than answering questions about the AU >:) Kaveh often finds work at Fontaine due to the constant need of intricate housing planning needed to house a population like Fontaine’s, and, well, we know what happens when you go over there even if just for a visit. He gets paid better than in Sumeru, so he can’t really decline the offers, even if it comes at the cost of growing more obese with each visit.

Currently he's passed the 650 pound mark with ease after a couple years of back and forth work in Fontaine, and though he's not exactly a fan of how big he's becoming, he can't help but go back to that nation.

Haitham lives with him like in canon, and I'm making him out to be a closeted feeder, in the sense that watching Kaveh return home heavier and heavier each time he gets a job at Fontaine drives him crazy (in a horny way), but never lets those sort of feelings surface. Instead, he likes to push Kaveh to continue growing bigger without him knowing.

He would order Kaveh's favorite meals from Fontaine so he'd think about that nation and returning more often, he would always convince him to prioritize jobs from Fontaine more than other region's, he would start buying him bigger sizes of his same clothes and replacing them so he wouldn't talk about outgrowing his clothes and considering dieting, he would always start leaving treats throughout their house for Kaveh to almost subconsciously stuff himself with, among many other things.

Haitham probably contributes to Kaveh's obesity just as much as Fontaine's culture does, and though Kaveh sometimes may find it odd how enabling he may be sometimes, he doesn't mind it that much, especially as months pass by and he grows more and more used to overeating and continuing to get fatter

Here's some drawings of the two I did a while back of his current state!

[trashmouth-richie]

Alright, babe. Let's do Angsty, and your words are: crunch and parking lot

xo -Amanda

@curiositydooropened you asked for angst and bby i’m delivering hot and ready in 30 minutes or less, like surfer boys pizza or a real horny boyfriend. 🍆💦

18+ HEAVY ANGST, upside down themes, s1 canon events with reader thrown into the mix. you’re dating eddie! yay!

<650 words

send me a prompt! from this post :)

A strong western wind bristled the leaves.

Wrestling colors of burnt persimmon and chestnut hues around in a whimsical swirl of a colorful tornado. Some stuck to the inky wet of the grass from the early morning rain. Others found their way like Magellan to a faraway land (a nearby leaf pile) or maybe into the yard of a lucky kid able to rake enough of them up to earn a few dimes in the pockets of their Levi’s. 

It was chilly for the unusual Indian Summer Hawkins was experiencing this fall. As if winter broke through the endless seams of  the late humid summer, demanding to be felt, to be seen.

Could you do that? Be seen? 

You heard the screech of the ailing boy nights before. The squeal of tires from the police station. His mother—you presumed, frantically called his name into the town, like a lone wolf howling into the harvest moon hung sky. 

Yet, the boy remained missing. 

Would you be missed…like the Byers’ boy? Who would call for you? Would he?

Flyers went up, crunching beneath the metallic thump of a steel staple. Into telephone posts, poked through cork boards around the school with colorful tacs. Taped to pay phones and called across radio stations. 

Eddie had assured you that he had probably run away, typical for kids that age who didn’t get what they wanted. But you felt something. Heard things in the night while curled into his chest. It spoke to you. Begged you to look for It.. 

Barbara Holland went missing. Last seen at a party of Harrington’s that you heard him loudly strutting around the hallways about to impress the quiet, pretty freshman girl. 

Again, you told your boyfriend of your worries. Cried to him about the lack of sleep you’d been getting, the nightmarish creatures you’d seen when your eyes were closed. He pulled you into him, forefinger hooked under your jaw, and like a fish on a line, you succumbed to him. It was hard not to when somebody loved you the way Eddie did. 

Had it been days? You couldn’t be sure. 

Street lights flickered. They always did at Eddie’s— it was normal. But maybe you should have been more self-aware. Maybe you would have noticed It. 

Long spindly arms clawed at your coat as you ran, bony fingers hooked into the belt around your waist, pulling you back, further and further towards the opening at the base of a tree. 

You fought, clawed at dirt and muck and shit to escape its clutches. Badly bleeding, injured, breaths away from death— until you weren’t. Until you were somehow nestled beneath foliage— safe, hiding, alone. 

The treeline behind the trailer park was where you laid. Unable to make a sound, caked with dried blood, colored dark on your body, the sharp stink of infection and decay permeated the chilly air, and you knew it was from you. 

Would he know how much you loved him? How proud of him you were for sticking up for kids who needed it?

You’d miss his smile, his dimples, that giddy dorky laugh he couldn’t hide when you tickled his sides. The way butterflies swarmed in your stomach when he kissed you.

Would he miss you…cry for you?

You lie in wait watching the leaves scatter across the dirt parking lot. Body cold and broken, blood trickling to the earth. Time ticking down to what could possibly be your inevitable end.