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[pitbullgear]

Reposted from @wealth_becomes_her Custom Dog Collar design. #bestdogcollars @pitbullgear.co #chloethebully #scarboroughbulldog #dragonspikes #brushedsuede #tanleather #customdogcollar #fuchsiapinksuede #fuchsiapink #fuchsia https://www.instagram.com/p/CCTaZE1BqZ7/?igshid=vdrolba4aqkv

[byrdieprose]

Events

Another one salvaged from DeviantArt. Posted March 1st, 2014.

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Once, there was a girl,

And the girl wrote a story

And the story was called "The Mouse King",

'Cause that's what it was all about.

And her teacher gave her an A,

And put it in a display book,

And her mommy told everyone in her family about what she had done,

And that was the year she learned to play the piano,

And the year her brother started kindergarten,

And her parents loved each other very much,

And after she was tucked into bed, she could hear them talking downstairs.

Once there was a girl,

And the girl wrote a story,

And the story was called " The Adventures of DragonSpike".

'Cause that's what it was all about. 

And the teacher gave her a B+,

And told her her writing was jumping from one subject to another.

And she didn't show her mother until the end of the year because she didn't think it was good enough.

And that was the year she was learning harp by Skype,

And the year that her brother began skiing properly.

And her parents loved each other a little less,

And after she tucked herself in, she couldn't hear anything,

'Cause she was already downstairs.

Once, there was a girl,

And the girl wrote a story,

And the story was called "Serenity",

'Cause that's what it was all about. 

And The Head of English gave her 3rd place,

And put it in a book.

And her mother cried when she told her one of her pieces had been published again,

And that was the year she changed harp teachers,

'Cause the first one was too bossy,

And the year her brother walked in on her,

Every time she was on her iPad.

And her parents missed each other so much,

And while she was reading, she could hear her mother crying herself to sleep.

And then, there was a woman,

And the woman wrote a poem,

And the poem was called "Events",

But it was really about how she felt.

And she gave herself an A,

And folded it up to put in a display book,

And she couldn't tell her mother,

'Cause she wouldn't listen,

And that was the year she played harp in front of a massive crowd,

'Cause she needed the money.

And the year that her little brother became very very violent,

But she didn't want to tell anyone.

And she didn't know how her parents felt,

Because when she lay down on her bed each night,

Staring up at the ceiling,

She couldn't hear a thing.

Even though she was upstairs. 

[amarcnthus]

@inviincibly​ because dad to the rescue and @dragonspikes​ bc husband

He would have brought his whole PACK of dogs, but his mother would have questioned where he was going and he was very sure that the train wouldn’t allow him to take five dogs with him. It would have been better if he could have since it would be a lot more COMFORT to be given to both him and the person he was going to see. Alas, such big dogs in a crowded train would be a bad idea. His smallest would have to do. 

There is constant feeling of APPREHENSION that gnaws at his stomach and through the wire door of his carrier, Doraemon whines. His gaze drops briefly from the window as shifts his arm so that he could place fingers by the carrier door, giving the therapy dog inside some REASSURANCE of his wellbeing. He should know better than to panic and worry so excessively, at least show it on the outside anyway. He needs to remain calm and solid, RELIABLE despite the situation at hand, even when FEAR for the worst can not be helped. 

                                                      ( they will make it through this )

It is a FAMILIAR route that is taken from the train station to Wakatoshi’s house, but everything has CHANGED. The roads have worn itself thin and cracked in certain areas, saplings were not strong trees, and the buildings looked worn. The passage of time has been UNKIND to most and he hopes the boy he sees today, his long time FRIEND, is well enough. Sakusa prays that he too has not been worn down by time, spirit BROKEN and SHATTERED. 

Normally he does not buy things from the market, he often did bring gifts from Kanto for the other, but today he will be cooking dinner. It was only REASONABLE for him to. Food that Wakatoshi enjoys would at least bring some comfort. If anything, he hopes that his PRESENCE along with Kiryuu’s will be enough to keep the other’s mind away from the events that happened earlier today. 

He had expected them to both be inside already, but upon seeing a familiar mop of blond hair, Sakusa sighs softly. Perhaps not. ❝ Nacchan. ❞ He greets with a smile and as much as he would have liked to put everything down and draw the other into a hug, ENVELOPE him with his arms and hold Natsuki close, the anxiety that lingers in his stomach resurfaces. ❝ Where is he? ❞ Yet as soon as the words leave his lips, the sound of footsteps and the feel of a gaze settling upon him, makes Sakusa turn. Ah. There he is.

                                                                ❝Wakatoshi.❞ 

Wakatoshi. Not Waka-chan. Just Wakatoshi. Straight to business, to the HEART of the matter. The wingspiker motions to the tote bag he has, filled with groceries that he has bought on his way here, and then to the carrier with his corgi inside. It’s not bribery. Just things to coax the other along.

                                                          ❝ Will you let us in? ❞ 

                                               ( they are stronger than this storm )

[inviincibly]

he is frantic. he flew here from kyushuu -- took the fastest and soonest flight he could (really, contemplated driving here) and now he stands in front of wakatoshi's house, wheezing as he leans over, hands on his knees. he's not here. the light in his room is off. his fingers, shaking, take out his phone. he almost drops it several times before he manages to open the right conversation ------ [ to: wakatoshi ] waka, oh my god, where are you, are you okay, please please tell me please i dont

                His book-bag’s left pink indents along his hands. That must account for the numbness trailing up his fingers. Wakatoshi shakes his arms (better) before he pulls his phone out of his pocket. 

                He’s not disappointed. 

[ to: Natsuki ]

                I fell asleep. The spare key’s still there, I’ll be back soon. Calm down. 

[dspikes316]

Here is a radius i turned not too shabby all manually done #lathework #ballturning #radius #manuallathe #manuallathework #manualmachinist #lathemachine #lathe #ricksparacordgear #dspikes316 #dragonspikes #stuffimake #coolshit #metalworks #metalshop #metalfabrication https://www.instagram.com/p/BoMY54zARg9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=o2s7vvwpii0m

[dspikes316]

Here's a look at the beginning stages of how i make my spikes #marlinspikeseamanship #marlinspikes #dragonspikes #dspikes316 #ricksparacordgear #knottools #cooltools #edctools #coolshit #spikes #ropetools #rope #tools #knotworks #PARACORD #paracordporn #paracordbracelet #550cord #parachutecord #paracordcrafts #paracordart #paracordlanyard #decorativeknots #latheturning #lathe #leather #lathework https://www.instagram.com/dspikes316/p/BvhK8VuhwEA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1yvjmkjlg9fc