#ef hatch

[princesssamoyed]

Which one y'all like more: Milano Red or White :)

[rootbeercarguy]

[adriancatrin]

zuko trimming sokka’s hair, from this pic

bonus: b&w version with manual dapplish shadows that i kinda like

[okosen]

[kompaktcat]

Comfy BeamNG.drive photos are always a nice vibe.

The license plate reads "BOXCAT" but maybe I should make it say "BOXTAUR" instead. I'm a lot of cat.

[feraecor]

ok don't hate me but i'm gearing up the queue with replies and drabbles so it might be long thread heavy for the rest of the week.

[strictstandards]

Honda Civic EF9 (SiR) on LLANTA OZ Racing Rally Wheels • Diecast Car Photography

White-on-white EF9 ✨

You already know that Nich loves his Honda Civics 🫴🏻

Amplifying our appreciation for the tinier details with his Honda Civic EF9 (SiR) Diecast Car, equipped with LLANTA @ozracing Rally Wheels 🤏🏻

Who else on Facebook is rocking with their own set of diecast cars? 🙋🏻‍♂️

@nich_allend • #STRICTSTANDARDS 🇲🇾

[jeyaar]

idk if i told you guys but i’m truly a socal ratty mice type of guy i have only owned clapped out hondas my entire life and i’m currently fixing up a 94 Integra GS-R and its such a sick fucking car it has no reason to be as fast and capable as it is and when the variable valve timing kicks in at 5600 rpm it just screams like a discount ferrari and its just soooo funny. these foos in their brand new civics or clapped out mustangs have no clue

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Abandoned nests didn’t happen nearly as much nowadays, what with the new preservation regulations, so naturally June had sat in front of the incubator all night. She wasn’t even aware it was no longer night until Seth arrived.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Have you slept at all?”

“I don’t want it to hatch all alone!” June protested, rubbing her eyes. She ducked her head to peek through the glass door of the incubator. The glittering purple egg sat unmoving under the dim light. “Not that anything happened,” she yawned. “I bet it was waiting for you.”

Seth made an amused, but deeply sceptical noise in reply. “Have you eaten at all?” he pivoted back to her generally inadvisable life choices.

“You found it,” June evaded with an accusatory wag of her finger. “You wait and see, it waited to hatch until you were here.”

“That isn’t a thing,” he argued, making his way to the little kitchenette.

“You see if it isn’t a thing!” June looked at the egg again. It didn’t have any identifiable markers on it so there was no telling what might hatch out of it. But it must be a sizeable dragon. The egg was as big as a fresh coconut.

Seth sat down beside her and silently held a bowl out to her, with his eyes raised meaningfully in response to her half-uttered protest. June looked down at the bowl. Apple slices in honey.

“Oh!” she took the bowl rather awkwardly, looking away from Seth’s smug expression. “Thank you! Sorry for forgetting. Sweet new year.”

He smiled, clinking his own bowl against hers before also peering through the little window. “So when will it hatch?”

“If I knew that I wouldn’t have had to—”

CRACK

Seth started back with eyes wide as saucers.

“Didn’t I effing tell you!” June cried in a half-whisper, bouncing out of her seat with excitement. She carefully opened the door to the incubator, heart pounding. There was a bright, shiny bit of horn poking through the purple shell.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Seth choked beside her.

“There they are!”

A tiny muzzle poked impatiently through the cracking eggshell, gleaming little claws soon to follow.

“Oh it’s a silverscale…” June breathed. “Oh my… Seth, look.”

Very slowly she slid out the tray, just in time for the baby dragon to emerge fully from its egg, kicking triumphantly at its remnants with its back paws. The scales on its underside were a very dark blue, but its horns and claws and all the glittering scales along the top of its head and its back were a beautiful silver. The little dragon sat up, looking left and right with a remarkably round snoot and fixed its shining pale eyes on Seth.

For a moment all three of them seemed to hold their breath and then the hatchling leapt straight onto Seth’s shoulder. He nearly reeled backwards and June propped him up, barely containing her excitement. The little dragon gave an authoritative squawk and bonked it’s little horned head against Seth’s yaw.

“Ow,” he protested, temporarily shaken out of his bewilderment. The dragon squawked again.

“What did I tell you,” June said, half smug, half jealous, and one hundred percent delighted. “Bonded to you from the start.”

Seth didn’t answer. He sat very still for a moment and then, very slowly, lifted the bowl of sliced apple up to his shoulder. The little dragon peered down at it, wobbled, and then stuck its head fully into the bowl to begin scarfing down apple.

“Oh…” June laughed, grinning at Seth’s helpless expression. “You are going to be absolutely besotted with this one.”

[cassiocantdrink]

so ah, mittens. at some point, i stumbled across a fantastic local project on instagram. a bunch of volunteers collect handmade knits and around new year's eve, distribute them among homeless people!

pros:

fidget stimming but you get a sock at the end. or something.

learn to knit mittens. or socks. those small things i have never attempted before

get rid of leftover yarn!

somebody gets warm knits!

no need to be fancy. any mitten is better than no mitten

no need to interact with anybody, neither the volunteers nor the homeless people (i honestly don't have the spoons for that rn)

the drop off point is not only a 20-min walk from where i live (which is already a miracle, given the size of the town), but a 20-min walk on the way to work!

cons: ????

so this is how it started (found a youtube video on magic loop). despite its slightly eldritch appearance, it was a Very Instructive Mitten! the magic loop itself, decreases, increases, the obvious need for the modified kitchener graft but the most important of all??

this lady straight up PICKS UP AND KNITS several stitches (she says 4, i say 5) from the body of the mitten so that there is absolutely NO HOLE between the thumb and the body! i hated that hole for my entire life. i never knew you could get rid of it that easily.

this is my cousin's hand, misha ended up pinching a pair. it was the day when i badly miscalculated the width and ended up with what looked to me like an effing oven mitt. see, size-wise, i'm a corgi at best who's under misapprehension that she's more of a german shepherd. so i knitted a mitten that was like, my size?? measured a postgrad's average man's hand, recalculated and.... and ended up with this. fortunately misha came for a short visit, he of Huge Hands and Feet (well he's like 6'1 so they're proportional, just, you know... big. the entire misha is big, especially when viewed from a 5'5 perspective). i approached him timidly, coz, would you do me a favor, try on a mitten?

misha went ecstatic. there's not much that can drive a seasoned hematologist to ecstasy but the mitten did the trick. IT FITS!!!! proclaimed misha, IT"S SOFT!!! IT"S BEAUTIFUL! holy shit. it's a basic mitten? it's orange? would you like me to knit you a pair of maybe grey? i also have dark brown? noooo, said misha, admiring his mittened hand, IT"S TERRACOTTA and i love the color!

i had to brake here, hard. a man who knows what terracotta color even is deserves a pair of terracotta mittens, no doubt. so later, i finished the other one and mailed it to him bc of course he was only here for a day. i whipped out my measuring tape again, and IT TURNED OUT that what i thought was my size, was actually that average mens' size i was after. the length was correct for my hand, yes, but the width, oh no. the width was exactly mens M. excellent. so now i had two variants, M and L/XL, and i went to work.

the loot: NO MORE orange terracotta yarn taking up half of my yarn bin! ran out of blue and grey as well, yippee! 11 pairs total but one went to misha and three i unraveled bc they were too thin and redid in double yarn, so seven. yep, dropped them off, went without a hitch. now, after this rather intensive warm-up, i feel like i can hatch more intricate plans, hehehe.

the ultimate goal: tashashu gordon's hypnosis mittens. not now, now i feel like another sweater or maybe two if i'm being bold. but someday, definitely. and before you think i'm delusional to go from my basic knits to this, i'll have you know that i've done her aurora borealis scarf, so i fell that i have all the knowledge i need. also, i had to re-calculate the entire scarf pattern for a different gauge, so yeah. i can do this.

overall: total success, would definitely do it again. mittens, socks and chest warmers, here i come!

[nem0lux3]

Okay so who are Avien and Veryl? I haven't heard of them before,sorry.

AHHHH I'm so excited to answer this, thanks so much for asking anon!! Please don't mind that I'm ranting!!

In general, both of them are fankids of my Hazbin Hotel AU!

Avien is a mix of Alastor and Lucifer, being made by their magic from overusage! Basically Alastor and Lucifer were sparring, their powers somehow surged a lil' too much and made an egg! And from that egg hatched Avien!! Avien is a singing server, too! He takes after Charlie in his love for singing as she always sang to him when he was younger!

Veryl is a mix of Vox and Valentino! Vox and Val were ignorant to the warnings of the chance of a kid cause they were convinced sinners couldn't have kids, and they were right about that.. just not about the fact that sinners with powers that are powerful enough (maybe like overlord status) *can* have kids. They effed around and found out. Veryl works as the leader of the music department and they help out with Velvette on outfits and models!

This is what Avien looks like, but with less alive colors!! On the bottom right is Veryl, the rest is just some doodles I did! I'll reblog when I find my Veryl doodles.. it got lost in my ibis paint ...

[rootbeercarguy]

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[quitealotofsodapop]

Okay, let's be real: there is no effing way none of the kids were asking for pets - zilch! Even if they are demons/celestials/dragons, they gotta have wanted a pet.

So, who nearly gave in, who was the voice of reason, and what pet did the fam get in the end?

Absolutely.

MK and Mei are def the kids who tried to scheme/bargain to have a dog throughout their childhood. Nezha is a lot chiller on the subject, but would argue that a growing up with a pet would help with social stuff. Chenxiang would also like a pet, and tries to argue for the kiddos, but can be easily distracted with a marimo (moss ball). A lot of the time they can scratch that wanting-a-pet-itch by chilling on the boat with Sandy's foster cats, but sometimes a kid just really wants a dog.

Wukong wants to give the kids some pet responsibilities, but this man has bad history with dogs so none of those. Probably shows the kids the gnarly scar "an old war buddy's dog" [aka Xiaotian Quan] gave him to try and dissuade them. No fish either - he's seen what evil goldfishes can get up to. His fave animals are of the large hooved variety, so he's not allowed to get a pet either. He almost gave in one time when he met a really affectionate chihuahua once though, tiny dogs be a different matter. Will frequently use his limited magic to turn into whatever animal the kids are arguing for and cause havoc around the apartment until they admit defeat.

Macaque is sneakier. He knows his kids aren't gonna take great care of a whole pet by themselves if he just gives them one - cus they're kids, and have the attention spans of a monkey and a lizard combined. So he slyly says something like; "Your Uncle Sandy has a new batch of foster kittens, maybe he needs help raising them?" And the kids go nuts all the way to the boat. After weeks of bottlefeeding, butt-wiping, and litter changing for foster kittens; MK and Mei don't ask for a pet for a while. Macaque knows that the easiest way to halt the "Can we have a pet?"-train is to give the kids *actual* responsibility that they have to do. Vaguely considers guinea pigs or rabbits as a pet option, but that goes out the window with the addition of a certain little cat demon into the family.

Pigsy is the one to put his foot down and say: "No, absolutely not. Pets are a huge responsibility, and you live above a restaurant." Thinks most animals are just health hazards waiting to happen. Ironically the One Time he agreed to let the kids keep a pet, was when a stray kitten came into the restaurant. That kitten turned out to be Bai He. Pigsy is suspicious of any future animal additions to the family.

Tang ends up offering the ultimate compromise in this situation. He's great at "bargaining" with the kids to distract them for a while. He offers that if the kids can successfully raise a caterpillar into a butterfly - then they might be ready for a bigger animal. Cue a little terriarium in the apartment, and the kids are fixated on a little wormy guy for the next couple of weeks.

MK: "Pama! We did it!" Tang: "Huh?" Mei: "The caterpillar! It came out of its crys-alis!" Tang: *looks at terriarium in surprise* Tang, laughing to himself: "Sorry kiddos. But your "butterfly", is actually a moth. I must have grabbed a silkworm on accident." MK & Mei: "Aw..." Tang: "But hey, lets go to the pet store and see if you guys are ready for an upgrade!" MK & Mei, eyes sparkling with joy: "Upgrade! Upgrade!"

Tang's idea of an "upgrade" was one of those sea monkey/aqua dragon kits. MK and Mei were very disappointed when the eggs hatched and weren't tiny monkey-mermaids or baby dragons - Nezha on the otherhand was fascinated and now keeps one of those mini-aquariums in his room.

Sandy is def the one to make the kids truly understand the Effort and Responsibility a pet requires by having them help out with foster cats. He would however, completely fold if the kids ever asked to to keep one of the cats as a foster fail. He can't say no to them.

Eventually they accidentally find the perfect animal while visiting their "Grand Aunts/Uncles" [the Stalwarts] in the mountains. A frequent vistor to Uncle Beng's garden.

Mei and MK, eyes sparkling: "What are you?" Tortoise: :> Mei: "You're our friend now." Tortoise: *seems ok with this*

Wukong and Macaque just looked at the kiddos with their new buddy like; "Yeah sure I guess. Can't live that long can it?"

Its been over ten years since that moment, and Pangu the Tortoise is still alive and chilling around the (now-MK's) apartment. Mei takes care of Pangu every-so often and has a "bachelor pad" for him (+a bearded dragon) in her apartment. Pangu is currently the size of a small dog and bites tf out of Red Son whenever he visits. Completely normal animal. Unamused by magic, even when he and the other pets get babysat by the Stalwarts during the chaos of S3 - he's more mad that LBD's ice froze his lettuce.

SWK and Mac honestly didn't know Pangu was a long-lived species when they took him in but are glad it stopped any talk of pets... from kid MK and Mei.

Now the Eclipse twins are starting to complain about wanting pets too ever since Shadowpeach upgraded to an actual house. Bai He has to be talked down from keeping every street cat she finds. And of course MK is now a grown adult and is starting to think he's ready for the responsibility of a dog.

Its a never ending struggle.

[okosen]

[domesticatedstew]

I wrote a Billy lenz fanfic last night cuz rhe demons in me demanded it

No tws since nothing really happens, it's just Billy dealing with the aftermath of the movie

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he sat alone in the attic for what felt like days at that point when it had most likely been a few hours at most. he wasn't even really alone, that girl he dragged up to the attic was still sat in the rocking chair by the window. though she never brought him much company. he had gone downstairs to give them a call earlier but no one answered. Billy supposed it made sense, considering the awful naughty things he did to them earlier that evening.

That didn't make it hurt any less. Did it really hurt though? maybe he was just upset his routine had been broke. Who knows, Billy certainly didn't. He had been curled up in the far corner of the attic for quite some time now, he was sure that if he moved his bones would crack and splinter like dry brittle wood.

Billy didn't want to be near the girl, her skin had gone cold and her body felt stiff. It make his skin crawl. Billy had basically forgotten about the old women he strung up on a hook hanging above the attic hatch. It was probably for the better too.

Something inside Billy compelled him to move from his gargoyle like position, the feeling of something in his body screaming at him to get out of the attic. It wasn't an anxious feeling, more like the desire to just be away from the corpses he had accidentally filled the attic with. Billy slowly unfurled his legs from his chest and straightened his back; the sounds of his joints popping and bones creaking made his ear drums buzz and his teeth feel funny.

It took him a while to get standing again. He swayed as he stood still staring at the floor, Billy couldn't bring himself to look at the mess he made.

Carefully avoiding the thrown around boxes and decorations, Billy made his way halfway down the latter before stopping. He listened for any signs of life in the house, the sound of foot steps or distant whispering. All he heard was the fainted sounds of breathing and the wind from the cold weather outside. He knew that the police stupidly left the house after someone had collapsed, he wasn't sure who it was but he was just glad that the people making all the noise had left.

Billy crept down the hallway. He avoided the spots on the floor that creaked and ignored the bedrooms where he... He didn't want to even think about what he did to that woman right now. It was a mess Billy didn't want to think about, because he'd think about the punishment he'd receive. Instead, Billy focused on the room with the breathing. He wanted to see who had been forgotten about and left behind, just like him.

When he approached the bedroom he could make out someone laying under the covers of the bed. Peering around the doorframe he realized who it was. It was her. The girl with the baby in her belly. That's all Billy really knew of her, as well as the fact she wanted it gone as well as her boyfriend. Billy knew that one problem had been taken care of, which only helped hide him.

Billy remembered how earlier he was chasing her and hunting her down, he wanted to hurt her so badly then. But Billy had never been more glad he stopped. If Billy had gotten her then he would have been found out. Her boyfriend had taken all the blame. Which meant Billy was still safe, and it was thanks to her.

He watched her chest rise and fall as she slept from the door way, almost hypnotized by the repetitive movement. Billy only pulled himself out of it when he realized he had been picking at the skin around his nails again causing his index finger to begin bleeding. Billy felt another strange feeling in his chest, not like the ones he felt earlier that night. Watching the girl sleep peacefully like her friends weren't gone forever and like she didn't kill the wrong person, it made Billy desire the same peace.

He inched forward from the door frame, slowly walking into the unfamiliar room making an effort to not wake the sleeping girl. He done the same thing for the much more brass woman earlier, but Billy pushed her from his mind. He knew her name, the girl sleeping in front of him. He had learned all their names in the short time he's been here.

Jess shifted to the side, making Billy's heart skip a beat. He waited for some time again before being sure she was actually asleep. The feeling in his chest grew, and for some reason that was stupid even to him, he climbed into the bed with her. He didn't know why he did it, or if she'd even stay asleep as he curled onto the bed next to her.

He pulled his legs to his chest like in the attic, making sure to avoid touching any and every part of her. Billy knew she wasn't innocent, the baby growing in her proved that, but with how peaceful and at ease she looked when sleeping made him almost forget the type of person she is.

Then again Billy wasn't any better, he was so so much worse than her. Which is why he didn't want to touch her, he didn't want to ruin anything else tonight. He knew he ruined everything he touched. So maybe he could just look at her instead. There's no harm in looking, she wouldn't know anyway.

Billy laid there and stared at Jess, watching her chest rise and fall, looking at the way her eyes moved under her eye lids. it was fascinating looking at someone through this perspective. And not through his usual perverted disgusting perspective. He hadn't had a single thought about calling her filthy names or the acts he'd do to her if it had been any other time.

It was unique to Billy. He knew he'd get very few chances like this, if he'd ever get the chance again. Billy cautiously reached out for Jess's hand, moving so slow he wasnt even sure he was moving until he felt her warm skin against his clammy hand.

Being able to feel someone while they're alive and breathing without any fear from them felt so new to Billy it was almost overwhelming. He could feel her blood flowing through her veins as he felt up her wrist. He could feel tiny hairs on the other side of her arm, they almost tickled his hand. Being able to feel someone like this felt both amazing and terrifying to Billy. He wanted more but he could feel a pit in his stomach as he reached to feel her face.

Billy hesitated. He didn't want her to wake up and to shatter the peace they were sharing. Even tho he had wanted to kill her only hours ago, what Billy wanted more than anything right now was to just be around thus specific human being. Jess wasn't all that different from the others to Billy, aside from the accent, but right now she was the only one he could really care about. He didn't know why or even particularly like feeling this towards her, but he wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could.

So Billy stayed there, curled in a ball trying to take up as little space on the bed while he stroked a sleeping Jess's face. There was nothing else Billy wanted and for once in his life, Billy could feel what peace was like.

[firefighterxefe]

Closed starter for @undeadremcycle Location: Town Hall, the storm

"I'm...uh, I'm sorry, sir, but all the blankets are gray. I'm afraid there just aren't any blue ones." Efe tried to smile, but really, he thought, no one was in a place to be picky about the emergency preparedness kits he and a few others were now handing out inside the building's entrance. The storm was picking up outside, the wind whipping in a flurry of scattered white, and folks were hurrying by to secure a blanket, a flashlight, or a last-minute electronic charge before battening down the hatches. Efe himself had an uncertain night of duty look forward to, he knew, likely holding down the fort at the fire station in case anyone needed emergency shelter. For now, though, he was putting on his best friendly customer service voice. "Of course. I'll double-check."

Spinning around, the firefighter walked over to Remmy, turning his back to the insistent visitor who did not want his warmth to clash. "Pretend I'm asking you if there are any blue blankets. Look very sad and shake your head 'no.' I don't want to hurt his feelings because he knows my parents, but I got to get him moving so we can keep the line flowing."