#cliff wilds

[ghostshadow-k-r]

"Arf!Arf arf arf!Woof!"

Hey,don't be panic,he's just want to say Hi with you!

Bow-wow was a pet dog that lives with his master at the shrine nearby,but after his master's unfortunately death,he losts his home and become a stray dog.

But who could ever imagine that even a pet dog that never talk could use a persona?At least,the S.E.E.S never imagined about it,they were shocked to sawing him using a persona.But,after sawing it by themselves,they decided to take care of him,keeping him at the dorm of the Moonlight High School and letting him join the S.E.E.S.

He gets along with everypony,also becoming the mascot role in the team?Most of time,Cliff Wilds is the one that cook for him,secretly.And Bow-wow loves his dish.Also,Agate,Cliff Wilds and Field Spear seems to be the few that could understand what's he talking about.

After the defeat of Nyx and the disband of the S.E.E.S,Field Spear had become the one that take care of him and they lived together in the same dorm that they used to be.

[giccix]

VROOM VROOM

[downfalldestiny]

Cañón del Sumidero, Chiapas Mexico 🇲🇽💚 !.

[princessofdorkness]

Me: Nah I try not to judge people too much.

My face in public:

[evidenceof]

winnix but they don’t get their happily ever after in some chicken farm in hershey, penn. nix says, ‘we’ll go to california. think you have anything to grow there?’ dick says, ‘i’ll find something,’ because he’s moved for him once, what’s another time? besides, there’s still sun and he thinks maybe the sea will help stop the drinking. but it doesn’t, and nix still drinks. which should bother dick, but it doesn’t. he thinks maybe it’s contagious because he finds himself thinking, ‘what’s another bottle?’ when nix pours himself two, four fingers of vat. no one’s ever there to tell dick that exceptions become habits. he’s stopped counting or he’s already lost count. blanche looks at dick the same sympathetic way ann used to when he’d come home from a fraternity-mandated date.

winnix but nix barely comes home and he’s stopped asking if dick wants to come with him to the yale club. dick is busy restocking the fridge with food for one (he’s grown tired of the waste. tries not to acknowledge the constant anger under his skin when lunch is too quiet, when dinner is just one set of utensils). there are girls, he knows. but none of them understand nix—where he chucks his shoes at the corner of the living room, which suitcases he likes when he leaves for europe, or asia, some theater without war on the other side of the world. invitations to fly out stopped around the same time as the ones for nights out. dick hears the women through his bedroom walls (nix doesn’t bring home the men) and wonders why he can’t sleep, why he runs at 3am and stares at the glittery, too bright californian sea until his shoulders are raw and red.

winnix but they don’t go to chicago and sometimes nix comes home sick, paler than bastogne. and he lets dick bring him soup, pour one (‘c’mon major, just a bit’) splash of vat into his black coffee. lets dick order him around—(‘take a bath, eat, don’t go out tonight, let’s walk, lew. just around the block.’). and nix leans on him like they’re sharing a foxhole, or a pup tent, or some officer’s quarters on the ss. samaria. dick has to remind himself he doesn’t miss war. shoves the idea of fresh eggs and coops in a sprawling green field. nix falls asleep on his shoulder and dick forgets what compromise means when this feels like getting exactly what he wants.

winnix but it’s a sunny wednesday morning when nix tells dick he’s in love with some new socialite with a pretty smile and shiny hair. ‘you’ll like her,’ is what he says when he uses his fingers to brush up the coppery strands plastered on dick’s face after a morning run. dick tries not to think of how nix’s fingers linger on his forehead like some kind of oxymoron. and he’s angry. he’s always angry these days and it makes his skin itch the way it did in mourmelon, but this time it’s sticky from the ocean and sand instead of dark mud and blood. maybe nix notices because he frowns when he says, ‘i thought you’d approve.’ after a beat he says, ‘she’s a woman.’ and dick has to stop himself from snapping (again). ‘you don’t need my permission,’ is all he says because he doesn’t want to imagine either scenario. his skin still feels sticky. they don’t talk for a week.

winnix but nix demands, ‘what are you still doing here, dick?’ he’s sick again, but the pretty socialite takes care of him, brings him the wrong soup and too much vat. tonight though, tonight it’s just the two of them. nix looks tired and it isn’t from the flu. ‘i don’t know,’ is what dick replies because he still can’t name the feeling. what word to use for staying. some equivalent to ‘exception’ or ‘special case’, whatever the hell he said that one time about nix dying—in the holland, and then again when the doctor talked about diabetes.

winnix but dick still doesn’t know that he loves nix because it doesn’t fit into any box he’s made for himself. because he’s told himself he’s comfortable in a ymca only because it’s cheap not because of the company. because he couldn’t trace the sound of a threat in his father’s voice telling him not to move in with that man. or deetta’s eyes that looked like they understood something dick couldn’t. because he can’t bring himself to say, ‘what about me?’ when nix tells him he’s proposing to the woman. or the lilt of the statement in the end that makes it sound like a question. the same way he said, ‘am i all right?’ when the bullet didn’t pass through his skull. dick moves out and neither of them ask what took so long.

winnix but dick gives his best man speech like they’re vows and nix tries not to look at him like he isn’t the only other person in the room. winnix but it’s dick in the hospital beside nix and his wife who knows what soup nix likes because dick had sent her the recipe. winnix but it’s just dick now with white hair and smudges of movement. he has a hard time putting the spoon to his mouth so ethel, god bless her, does it for him. his muscles can’t do much, not anymore, but he still remembers what shape to contort his tongue so he can say, ‘lew,’ when that biographer asks about his best friend.

winnix where they don’t ever say ‘i love you,’ even when there’s no other way to name it.

[thomaswaynewolf]

[themintman]

Maybe Vos and Jack weren't Sammy's only friends.

[richs-pics]

Daisy, daisy, daisy

[rinibayphoto]

[scooby-doo-exploration]

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TAG on ‘Archive’: https://scooby-doo-exploration.tumblr.com/archive

[panoramicireland]

Cliffs of Moher, County Clare, Ireland with a bit of sunlight as seen from a calm Atlantic Ocean.

[ghostshadow-k-r]

Let's hop into a new MLP AU!

Which is Persona MLP AU!

Field Spear was the youngest member among the S.E.E.S

He doesn't have a father ever since he was known,and he lost his mother when he was eight.He saw that her mother was died under a strange being which was roaring and clashing which doesn't look like a pony or other creature.

He told the police what just he saw,but no one believed in him.After that day of sorrow and despair,he decided to revenge to the one who murdered his mother.

Maybe is the cruel fate was toying him,he discovered that he has the ability to enter Dark Hour and summoning a persona when he was ten along with Bow-wow.He entered S.E.E.S and start to fight along the others.

He later realize that Cliff Wilds,the one earth pony that doesn't talk a lot but still seems to care about him was the culprit that killed his mother.

He wanted to revenge,even it'll end up getting himself killed.So during one day that the Big Shadow has showed,he asked Cliff Wilds to come with him and having a battle.

But it ended up being interrupted by the Strega,Cliff Wilds was seriously injured in order to protect Field Spear.The other member of the S.E.E.S came after defeating the Big Shadow and banished Strega.

Gladly that Cliff Wilds is still alive,and Field Spear also apologize to him for nearly caused his death.

After years,he had grown into a handsome unicorn which had become the favourite of those school girls.

[legobiwan]

More Gravity Falls fic ideas.

So I think we can all agree that the relationship between Ford and Bill is at least a little (if not substantially) coded similarly to these two:

Here's my conceit:

At the end of Gravity Falls, Bill is in therapy-prison, seemingly for the rest of his existence, and Ford is off with his family, seemingly on the way to being happy forever (or as long as forever will be for him).

Do you wonder - and I do, personally - that if after 30 years of adventuring across the multiverse, after meeting a being who witnessed the whole of him - the bad, good, and everything in between - and still saw Ford as a desirable, full being (if unrealized in his potential), if...

Do you wonder if Ford is missing some part of that in his supposedly idyllic life adventuring with Stanley on the open seas? Because yeah, Stan loves his brother, but can he love the dark monster inside Ford that likely came close to ending his dimension when presented with the opportunity?

Anyway, cue the idea of a future Ford and Bill ending up like this because they need to save existence from some kind of external threat. And for those of you who have watched Hannibal, you know how this ends.

[princessofdorkness]

Happy heavenly birthday sweet angel! I’d like to think that wherever you are that you know just how many lives you inspire and continue to change for the better! You live and love on through your brothers, your family, and your music. You’ve helped me through such a dark time these past few months and I’m forever inspired to live life to the fullest and love like there’s no tomorrow because of you. Sometimes people’s souls are so bright that they shine on through time and outlive us all and sometimes heaven needs those bright lights and I believe that that’s why the best always seem to leave us too early. In a month or so I’ll be the age you were when you left which, to me, is pretty poetic, so I’ll be here trying to do something that might’ve made you proud. May we all follow in your footsteps and lead with our hearts while doing whatever makes us happiest for however long we have. ❣️

“That is not dead

which can eternal lie.

And with strange eons

even death may die.”

Long live C.L.B. <3

2-10-62 • 9-27-1986

[ztmachine]

Okay so you know thing where you grab someone's hands and spin them around faster and faster til they lose grip and go flying?

U ever think that sidon and Link would do that on shatterback point (they think it'll be cool), but. Link's grip strength is too strong and he ends up taking Sidon with him.

And so they're there, each with a death grip on the others' hands as they tumble and spin through the air thousands of feet above the water, looking at each other. Just staring for fifteen seconds or so. Sidon pulls Link into a diving position flush with his body just before they hit the water. A red and blue speck hits the water with nary a splash. They surface from their unexpected fall laughing and infatuated...

[herbalnature]

Take in the rugged beauty of Big Bend National Park as the sun casts its golden hues on the towering cliffs. Fluffy clouds scatter across the vast Texas sky, promising an adventure in the wild.