#froasting

[ssreeder]

SREEDIE

have I seen the update? yes. is it open in a new tab? indeed. have I read it yet? NO bc I’m SPITEFUL that there’s NO ZUKKA REUNION IN THIS GODDAMN CHAPTER

but now that it’s easter I don’t have much more valid procrastination to do so The Reading Of The Chapter is imminent lovely

anyways in other news, my sister demanded I bake an “easter log” ?? which ???? wtf is that ??? I don’t even think SHE knows what it is but she wants one anyway so if you have any ideas of how tf I approach this I’ll save you a slice as a reward for the zukka reunion next chapter :D (bc it’s happening next chapter, right sreedie~)

You can wait!! Keep the tab open & wait for the zukka reunion pt 1. in the next chapter! That way you don’t ummm have to deal with the cliff hanger (things get a little… aggressive)

OK! So… first of all - RUDE I know we’re divorced but we should still invite me to holidays.

& I had to look up ‘Easter log’ & idk why I envisioned a weird meatloaf type thing but nahhh it’s a swirly chocolate cake?? Some people decorate the shit outta it… ummm are you that skilled?? No offense but you’ve never baked me anything so idk your skills leekie

If you do make one I wanna see it pwease. (as proof obviously) ok well see you next chapter or NEXT NEXT chapter haha

[heart-star]

[bagofcoldnoodles]

You can toast him by freezing him exclusively.

[sofia-drawsmore]

SLIME QUEST UPDATE (INTERMISSION)

You approach the counter. The innkeeper looks up from her sweeping. "Oh goodness, you're a bit of a mess aren't you? How'd you get caught out on an awful night like this?

"Bit of a long story, I won't bore you with the details," you say evasively, "I was just doing some uhh, spiritual reflection, and I got a bit turned around. You know how it is haha." That's true enough to make a convincing lie.

She seems surprised when you mention getting lost. "Hon, it's a miracle you managed to find your way here. Don't you know how dangerous it is to stray from the lights out here?"

"Oh, No? Is it?"

"You're in the heart of Froasting, hon. No better place to get lost or lose yourself than here in the trees. Lucky of you to stumble on my little inn!"

[ootori-sibs]

That sinking feeling

Chapter 1

Tw: general hell-ness, aftermath of major character death, a major depressive episode.

@blu2bee-froast because you asked to be tagged (anyone else who does, let me know.)

Pain.

That was all he felt as crimson red filled his vision and cold shot down his body. He felt himself falling back and let out a soft breath as he was forced to relax more than he had ever done before.

As he hit the ground, he found it was a different texture to the one he'd expected. Rolling over to his stomach, he got to his knees as he suddenly became aware of how warm it was in here.

His eyes felt sticky, so he raised his hands to rub them, quickly realising his glasses had fallen off. Glancing to the dusty red ground, he saw them, putting them back on and sighing. He slowly gets to his feet then looks around, realising he's not in the limo anymore.

He probably should've noticed that sooner, but he was rather preoccupied by the pounding in his skull. He can be forgiven for that.

He appeared to be in a bustling city of some kind, but all the people seemed to be horrifying beasts going about their business… that combined with the red ground and the incredibly humid temperature made Kyoya very uneasy. He raised his head to the sky, only to see more dusty red rock, as far as the eye could see.

His heart sank and his headache seemed to flood out of him all at once. He knew he hadn't been a good person but… oh god he was going to throw up.

As he wiped the bile from his face, he was at least glad no one seemed to care. Glancing down at his arm, he realised it… looked different. He turned, rushing to the nearest reflective surface, a store window.

What he saw was not…whatever himself was supposed to be. It was some sort of grotesque bird with large silver horns. It was wearing his clothes, it was using his glasses, it was…

That sobbing was familiar.

Looking closer at the beast, it definitely wasn't crying. Which meant it was someone else…

Two orange eel-looking creatures, clinging to each other and desperately sobbing. It burnt his ears, that sound was so familiar, so…painful.

Then more arrived.

A small, plush rabbit man, with hair that looked like whipped cream, appeared, panicked and gasping for air. Watching them…they all looked so familiar.

Then a tall beast appeared, a hulking creature with long arms and deep blue skin. If he had to guess, he'd suppose the beast kind of resembled a boar- what with its tusks and the stripe of fur down its back. It wrapped its arms around the rabbit, quietly holding it.

“This lot are really clingy…” he mumbled, then paused, glad his voice hadn't changed.

More sobbing was heard, as a young woman with tanuki-like patterning. In fact she was incredibly fluffy all over, although her fur was wet from her tears. She seems more aware than the other beasts, and goes over to them, speaking quietly. The beasts all seems to calm down, a bit, clinging to each other as a group now, it…felt like a familiar sight.

Then another beast appeared, this one had paper white skin, and a golden white lion's mane, from which, roses of all sorts of colours grew- he could count seven colours in total. This beast looked exhausted, more than upset, and glanced to the others, visibly counting them, before meeting his eyes.

“Kyoya..?”

*Oh*. Recognition sparked in his mind as Kyoya realised why these particular beasts were so familiar, why his head ached so much and why he was…here.

He'd failed. He'd completely failed. Tears burnt Kyoya's eyes as he saw all those beast…all his *friends* raise their heads to look at him. He went ice cold and he felt his knees buckle under him.

As his head hit the floor for the second time that day, he could hear their footsteps hurrying forward towards him. It barely registered in his mind, as he slowly curled up into the foetal position, sinking deeper into the depths of despair.

They were dead.

He had failed.

He'd tried to save them.

He'd failed.

It hadn't taken Haruhi too long to figure out they were in hell, and she adjusted to her new form pretty fast too. What she couldn't adjust to, however, was the near catatonic state that their appearance in hell had sent Kyoya into.

The club's first priority in this new situation seemed to be making sure that Kyoya was okay. That made sense to Haruhi, this was a new and terrifying place, and they had no shelter. It did occur to her, that now they were in hell, the hosts were poor, homeless in fact. She'd often wondered how they'd deal with it, but seeing them now, like this…it hurt.

These were her boys, her beloved friends. Seeing them suffering hurt her, she wished she could take care of them, but she had just as much power as they did right now. She couldn't do anything.

“I don't suppose there's any homeless shelters in hell, do you?”

“What's a homeless shelter?”

Haruhi paused, surprised, “you don't know what a homeless shelter is? Really?”

The twins both shrugged, it made sense that they wouldn't know, why would they. Haruhi sighed, bringing a hand up to her face, she had to pause to adjust to the fine fur all over her face for a moment, still getting used to it.

“Ugh, well a homeless shelter would be exactly what we need right now. A place to go if you don't have a home.”

“But we have a-” Hikaru started, then froze, as he realised, seemingly for the first time, that they couldn't exactly go home.

As if finishing a thought Hikaru hadn't even said aloud, Kaoru sighed, “I wonder how our families will react when they find out…”

Everyone froze for a moment, as Haruhi was sure that the same cold chill ran down all their spines. Haruhi herself couldn't help but think that this would probably break her dad. He'd be all alone now… at least it would be easier for him budget wise. She just hoped that her dad would be able to move past the grief. The guilt threatened to consume her entirely, and she tried to shake the feeling, instead focusing on current priorities.

“Alright, what we need is money, money and shelter.” She paused, wishing Kyoya was a bit more capable right now, she was fairly sure he'd be pretty damn useful right about now. She wasn't going to blame him right now, he'd clearly known what was about to happen before it had. Haruhi sighed, glancing around the street they were currently in. “Alright, I'm going to see if I can get some information. Are any of you any good at stealing?”

Tamaki gasped, clearly horrified, but the twins cut in before he could start on a tirade. “We can, what'd you need?” They spoke in unison, glancing at each other, then at her.

Haruhi smiled, “cool. I think some food would definitely keep spirits up but that's not our top priority. Our current top priorities are: blankets, underwear, any hygiene products really… hm, what else…” she thought for a moment before snapping her fingers, “coffee, we need coffee.”

“Why'd we need coffee?” Honey asked, tilting his head.

“For Kyoya,” Tamaki answered for her, “it might help.”

She nodded, “exactly, we want him up and active as soon as possible.” Looking at the shivering lump of feathers in Mori’s arms, Haruhi sighed. She hoped Kyoya would be alright soon enough.

The twins ran off to get what they needed, and Honey hopped up. “Anything I can help with, Haru-chan?”

Haruhi thought for a moment, she had an idea, but she didn't want to word it. It seemed too cruel but…they were in hell and well, when in Rome…

“I need you to be a bully. Shake people down for money. Make sure they're weaker than you, you don't wanna get hurt. Can you manage that, Senpai?”

Honey looked alarmed by those orders, but nodded, scampering off to be a terror. Haruhi felt bad, and that feeling certainly didn't get any better when she felt Tamaki's eyes on her. “It's a necessary evil, Senpai, don't judge me.”

To her surprise, Tamaki just nodded. “It's for Kyoya, I understand. Someone had to be evil in his stead.” Haruhi thought that was a funny way of looking at it, and watched Tamaki lean over and run his hands through Kyoya's feathers gently. “I can't believe he…”

“Yeah,” Haruhi responded, “me too. Although… it's nice to know he was willing to do that, isn't it?” Tamaki just nodded, and Haruhi smiled, feeling tears well up in her eyes again. “Senpai? Can I ask you to do something?”

“Of course!” Tamaki turned his entire body to face her, clearly willing to do anything to make sure his friends were okay. “Anything at all.”

She nodded, “right, well I'm going to try and gather some information. You try and see if you can get us any accommodation?”

Tamaki nodded, “I think I can give it a good shot? I don't know how these people behave yet though…” he shrugs, brushing himself down and fluffing up his new mane- he was already attached to it.

The street he was on seemed to be a commercial one, with a few stores scattered about. Tamaki paused alongside a group to watch some adverts on the TVs in one store window. He was a little surprised how modern the ads made hell seem; with phones, microwaves and even automated security systems. Tamaki figured he should've expected it, of course hell would keep up with humanity technology wise. Most inventors probably ended up town here- the rich ones at least.

He leaned over to the demon next to him, offering a smile. “Tell me, where can a gentleman find himself somewhere to stay around here?”

The demon, a small, cat-like creature, looked up at him with an expression of pure scorn. “What? Fuck off bitch boy!”

Tamaki took a step back, not having expected the locals to be so harsh, although, in hindsight, he probably should've guessed they would. It was hell after all.

He hadn't fully processed the fact he was in hell yet, he was trying to ignore it. It was definitely a huge blow to his pride, and his already fragile catholicism was threatening to crumble to dust at the implications. It was all he could do to force it down and focus on getting everyone safe and happy again. They'd died, he was still grappling with that. It made him think about his life, and he was obsessing over details he'd never even noticed before. His life hadn't been…. great, but there were comforts there he knew he had taken for granted. Now he was down here, and he had nothing but his beloved host club, and the guilt of planning that cruise in the first place.

He supposed he deserved it.

Stood there for a little while, Tamaki decided to watch more adverts, hoping one would feature a hotel or even a realty. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, so Tamaki moved on. He found a bar and entered, surprised he wasn't carded at the door. He sighed, shrugging and going to sit at the bar.

One of the bartenders, a strange reptile woman, was cleaning the glasses, so Tamaki decided to speak up. “So, miss, do you happen to know where one can find accommodation?”

She stared at him for a few moments before chuckling. “Ssssomeone’ss new around here~ Either go get a job, or find a demon sssstupid enough to give you a free room.”

Tamaki sighs, and tries to be more confident. “I understand that, madam, but where can I buy he home?”

“Jusssst go into any apartment building and assssk, it's not that hard.”

“Thank you,” Tamaki bowed his head to her, then stood, feeling a shocking sense of disgust at having to show respect to a demon. He had to stand outside and take a deep breath to remind himself that he was a demon now himself, and that any sense of superiority was unfounded.

He continued to walk around, not even bothering with the more expensive looking apartment buildings. Tamaki was slowly beginning to come to terms with the fact that this would be his rest of eternity, and it hurt, badly.

He decided to cut down an alleyway, getting out of the crowded street for just a moment. He leant against a wall, just trying to keep himself calm

“Excuse me?” A tiny voice came from beside him, and Tamaki looked down to see what appeared to be a small child.

It was some sort of young girl, she looked a lot like a dove, with delicate white feathers and a plain blue dress. The only thing was her…wings? Arms? Whatever they were, they were fully skeletal, seemingly dripping black ooze. Tamaki was a little off put by that, but gave the girl his best smile nonetheless.

“Well hello there, princess. What can I do for you today?” He crouched down to be eye level, and saw a spark of surprise in the girls eyes.

“The roses,” she began, with a soft but tired tone, “on your mane. How much to buy the blue one?”

Tamaki was surprised. He hadn't thought much about the roses in his mane, let alone thought about selling them. He paused for a moment, unaware what they were worth, or even what the currency in hell was. “Well what do you have?” Was all he could respond, hoping she knew more than him.

The girl looked surprised, and pondered for a moment. She then spoke, voice clearly unsure, “well I've got about five bronze… two buttons…a lollipop or uh…my soul?” The girl shrugged, like she had no idea what to offer either.

“Your soul?” Tamaki echoed, in shock. He hadn't realised that demons trading souls was an actual thing, and as he thought about it more, it sounded fascinating.

“You want my soul?” The girl asked, had she not picked up on his surprise.

Tamaki figured that if she was offering, it must be pretty harmless, so he nodded, curious to see what happened. She held her hand out to him, and he reached for it.

As he shook her hand and sealed the deal, he could see light emanating from his mane- probably from the roses. As well as that, a flurry of multicoloured rose petals blew through the alleyway as he watched a golden thread winding it's way down his arm and onto hers, snaking it's way around her neck before everything vanished.

He stared at her for a few seconds, processing what had just happened. She held her hand out expectantly and Tamaki had to shake the shock out of his head, reaching down to pluck the rose.

Thankfully, it didn't hurt, and he handed it to her with a smile. She thanked him, running off and leaving him to process the way he now felt.

He felt far less shaken, far less tired, far less…upset. He felt…good. He felt powerful.

Tamaki wondered if gaining someone's soul always felt like that, then he wondered if it had actually made him more powerful. He'd seen his roses glow, he had to be able to do more than that, right?

He kept walking, wondering what else he was capable of. He passed a music store, and paused for a moment, staring at the beautiful piano inside. That would definitely keep everyone's spirits up, he remembered the first time he played piano for Kyoya, and he wondered if Kyoya was doing alright… he hoped so.

As he remembered the song, he realised he could hear it, and glanced up at the piano only to realise that the piano was playing the song all by itself. Tamaki paused for a moment, wondering if he had done that. He snapped his fingers and the music stopped. He paused, staring down at his hand in awe. He'd done that.

He had abilities he hadn't expected.

Tamaki decided that if he had powers, he would use it to his advantage.

He located the nearest apartment building, a beautiful reddish pink tower. Walking in, he snapped his fingers, and although there was no instruments, music began to play. He grinned, glancing at a chess set in the corner. Scanning the room, he figured that the boar man in a nice suit that was now staring at him in disgust was the owner.

Pointing at the man, he spoke in a loud, room-commanding sort of tone. “You there, do you play chess good sir?”

The man didn't respond, but just grunted and nodded. Tamaki grinned anyway, sauntering over to him. He was incredibly nervous and not sure this would work, but the key was confidence. The key was always confidence. “Well then! How about I challenge you to a game? If I win, I get your soul, and me and my friends get free accommodation. How about it?”

Huge bellowing laughter filled the room as the man laughed in Tamaki's face. Tamaki didn't flinch, he had to stay in character. “Oh really?” The man definitely seemed amused, “you're a brave one, but sure, let's play. If I win, I get your soul and you get the fuck out of my building.”

“You've got a deal, my friend!” Tamaki beamed, holding out his hand and silently begging it not to shake. The man shook his head, it surrounded with flame as he shook Tamaki's hand, and Tamaki mused on how demons seemed to have their own little effects. It was almost novel to him, if not for the dire situation.

Tamaki would never usually gamble, but they were desperate, and he was relatively confident at chess. He'd beaten both Kyoya and Fiyumi had chess multiple times, that had to be some sort of impressive.

As they sat down to play, Tamaki switched the music to something more tense. He had white, so he knew what sort of defences to use. He tried a more advanced one, correctly guessing that the other man would expect something more novice.

It was a very close game, and Tamaki couldn't fight one or two beads of sweat running down his brow. In the end, however, Tamaki emerged victorious and almost instantly, he felt the boost of power fill him as he watched the rage and embarrassment in the other man's eyes. Cracking his knuckles and stretching, Tamaki gave the man a surprisingly cocky grin- even to himself. “So, about that accommodation?”

[1hoverman0k]

Are you going to froast me

[steeklover]

tweek + cartman dynamic pt.5 // okey so eric actually helps with the critiques, like he tells him when the froasting of a cupcake is too sugary? or when the cake was overbaked or something. and tweek actually apreciates the straight fordwardness, like he cant even begin to overthink everything because eric is THAT direct, eventually they start to do more outside their tweek/bakes + eric/sits and waits just rambling; like omg tweek u know how to play piano? wait we are finishing soon, in pt.5

Everything has to be perfect for Cartman lol! I think it’s be perfect for Tweek to have that sort of partner I guess in his life. I can totally see people treating Tweek like a fragile baby which frustrates him so it’s probably be a breath of fresh air yet maybe also nerve wracking for someone to be so direct with him. Plus he wants to do his best for his parents’ shop and his friend (I can kind of see Tweek being a perfectionist). Again it may send his anxiety through the roof at first but overtime he’ll get used to it and it’ll actually help him in the future.

[jurjenkvanderhoek]

EEN BOODSCHAP IN ZEVENTIEN LETTERGREPEN

Eigenlijk weten ze daar in het land van de rijzende zon pas echt wat dichten is. Om in een paar lettergrepen en enkele regels neer te schrijven wat leven is. Niet onterecht noemen ze hun land zelf Nippon: de oorsprong van de zon. Japan is het oosterse Eden, de plek waar de wereld is ontstaan. Het beloofde land in het verre oosten. In die bakermat is het zaad ontkiemt, daar ligt de bron, speelt het boek Genesis zich eigenlijk af. Dat is zoals de Jappen zichzelf hoog achten, maar de wens is de vader van de gedachte. En om dat geloof in zichzelf fier te houden, met de vlag in top, wordt de wil in poëtische woorden uitgesproken. En er weinig lettergrepen aan vuil gemaakt, want eenvoud is meervoud.

De tanka is een lyrisch gedicht zonder bedoeld rijm of vastgestelde maat. Het verwoordt hoe een natuurindruk en een eigen beleving elkaar vinden; met elkaar een gedicht vormen. Daaruit is de haiku ontstaan. Deze drukt, in de klassieke vorm, een ogenblikervaring uit, soms gelinkt aan en geïnspireerd door zen. De haiku is een vingerhoed vol emotie, waarin weinig ruimte is voor ontledingen en benaderende omschrijvingen. De Japanner is een meester in het kort verwoorden van een gevoel, het op scherp zetten van een impressie. Hij heeft weinig omhaal nodig om zich spitsvondig uit te drukken. Het is te vergelijken met de westerse light verse. Hoewel de oosterse dichter behagen schept in het opstellen van een tanka of haiku heeft het meer waarde dan ons plezierdichten met die lichte, speelse toon. De haiku mag dan fantasierijk zijn en luchtig lijken, het is een serieuze tak van sport.

"De positie van de haiku in onze literatuur is te vergelijken met die van de aquarel in de beeldende kunst", lees ik in het voorwoord van dichter en publicist Maarten Mourik tot de drietalige bundel 'Maren in de wind'. In de bundel met op de haiku gebaseerde poëzie is Duitstalig werk afgedrukt van Hugo Ernst Käufer. In het Nederlands en Fries vertaald door Gerhild Tóth-van Rooij. In de Friese titel komt de strekking van het boek, daterend 1996, het meest tot de verbeelding sprekend uit: De wyn boadskippet. "De Japanse haiku is in hoge mate evocatief", schrijft Mourik verder, "- ook hier ligt een parallel.met de aquarel voor de hand - waarbij zelfs het timbre van de woorden van belang is." De westerse haiku zal nooit kunnen voldoen aan de Japanse traditionele regels, is Mourik van mening, maar hoeft daardoor kwalitatief niet minder te zijn.

'Die Kirchenglocke / vom nahen Dorf herüber / zeigt das Sterben an - De klok van de kerk / in het dorp tegenover / verwijst naar sterven - De tsjerkeklok fan 't / doarp in eintsje fierderop / wiist it stjerren oan'

Käufer en Mourik zijn inmiddels overleden, maar Tóth-van Rooij is nog springlevend. Zij maakt zich nog voortdurend sterk voor deze vorm van poëzie. Over de kunstenaar werd in 1996 al geschreven dat met haar gelijkgezinde herdichting van het werk van Käufer ze niet alleen haar eigen dichterlijke potentie, maar ook de poëtische legitimatie van de westerse haiku bevestigd. Want het is natuurlijk geen sinecure om het Duits met al zijn taaleigenaardigheden over te zetten in de Nederlandse taal met tegengestelde betekenissen. Niet iedere uitdrukking of elk woord kan een-op-een met dezelfde strekking en betekenis van de ene taal in de andere worden overgezet. Er kan aan inhoud en relevantie verloren gaan. Beeldend kunstenaar en auteur/vertaler Gerhild Tóth weet het echter zo te bewegen dat de betekenis een nieuwe waarde krijgt. De taal als het ware is gerecycled en de haiku opnieuw kan worden beleefd, een eigen gevoel krijgt in de andere taal. In het Fries heeft de poëtische bewoording zelfs nog een dimensie meer.

'Erster  Frost mahnt schon / dass die Erde genug hat / von all dern Reifen - Eerste vrieskou maant / dat de aarde genoeg heeft / van al het rijpen - Earste  froast moannet / dat de ierde har nocht hat / fan al it rypjen'

In de Duitse moedertaal van Käufer bulderen de woorden uit de roerende regels. Donderend als Bachs koren en gezwollen bij Beethoven en Mendelssohn-Bartholdy. De taal leent zich voor een klassieke barse benadering waarin de herinnering de opmaat is. En omdat deze in de mond van de dichter zijn gelegd, het de spraak is die hij dagelijks bezigt, zijn die woorden gekozen die het meest schurken tegen de emotie. Dat te vertalen in het vlakke Nederlands is bijna als vloeken in de kerk. Tóth weet daar toch alles uit te halen en vanuit het platte vlak de taal naar een hoger plan te schrijven. De emotie is vertaald maar heeft aan kracht nauwelijks een letter verloren. Het Fries heeft dan weer meer energie en dynamiek. Daarin klinkt de ontroering van Käufer beter door. Daar schuurt de bewogenheid met doen en laten het best.

'Botschaften im Wind / den gestutzten Kopfweiden / wächst schon neues Haar - Maren in de wind / op gestutte knotwilgen / bot al nieuwe waas - De wyn boadskippet / oan skoarre stobbewylgen / waakst alwer nij hier'

Käufer woont afwisselend in Bochum en Sint Jacobiparochie, en deze aan elkaar ongelijke omgevingen echoën in de verzen. Zit hij in Duitsland tussen de huizen bij de industrie, op het Friese land overziet hij het noorderleech en loopt over de waddendijk. Dat verschil in zijn geeft de haiku een bijzonder persoonlijke tint. Past het Duits perfect aan het Ruhrgebied, de Friese taal is terecht in de Waadhoeke. Het Nederlands staat daar tussenin als overgang en om het doel en de betekenis duidelijk te maken. "Een gedicht is meer dan de som der woorden," schrijft Tóth in de aftiteling van de bundel, "en meer dan de letterlijke betekenis van op zichzelf staande regels. Een gedicht is een geheel, waarin metafoor, ritme en klank van gelijk belang zijn." Het is dus niet alleen de talige vertaling die ertoe doet, het is zeker ook de cadans die van belang is. Meer nog de melodie dan de taal is wat het gedicht zo leesbaar maakt. De strikte schrijfvorm en opbouw van de haiku maakt dat wel van de letterlijke vertaling moet worden afgeweken. Dit om het aantal lettergrepen en de opgeroepen beelden te behouden. En niet iedere uitdrukking heeft in de verschillende talen eenzelfde betekenis. "Een enkele keer leidde een andere woordkeus tot een sfeervoller klankbeeld."

'Nach der letzten Flut / im Sand Möwenfedern und / Plastikgerümpel - Na de laatste vloed / 't zand vol meeuwenveren en / verfrommeld plastic - Nei de lêste floed / yn 't sân seefûgelfearren / en fodzich plestik'

Vertalen is een avontuur vindt Tóth, daar er verschillen in gedachten en beelden zijn tussen het Duits, het Nederlands en het Fries. Deze verschillen benadrukken het unieke en onvervangbare van elke taal. En wist Gerhild Tóth in woorden niet de juiste sfeer te pakken, dan kon zij zich in getekende beelden uitdrukken. Hoewel in abstracte tekeningen gevat wordt er een werkelijk gevoel mee overgebracht.

'Botschaften im Wind' is een bijzondere bundel, waarin volkse en landseigen eigenaardigheden samenkomen. Waarin talen om elkaar draaien maar zich in het uitdrukken van gevoel kunnen vinden. "Tijdens het vertalen besefte ik," sluit Tóth af, "hoe bijzonder het is om een ander cultuurgoed te benaderen vanuit de taal en de traditie waarmee wij het meest vertrouwd zijn." 'Maren in de wind', 'De wyn boadskippet'. Een bundel met een missie die niet mag vervliegen in een bries.

Botschaften im Wind - Maren in de wind - De wyn boadskippet. Haiku / Tanka. Hugo Ernst Käufer, Gerhild Tóth-van Rooij. Uitgeverij Van Brug Groningen, 1996.

[southernrnr]

FROASTED OAK| SHINGLE OPTIONS| SOUTHERN ROOFING AND RENOVATIONS

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[webslingingslasher]

the starbucks ask made me want to give a quick psa: as a former starbucks employee, guys never get a regular frap, always get crème fraps, because the froast used smells and tastes like sour soy sauce, it sours the taste of the frap and is generally just horrible (imp)

—🛒

omg thank u bestie. we love a pro tip

[wellthatznotominous]

Oh shit that aighnt good

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Ill reblog with more later

https://www.tumblr.com/achivement-unlocked/743086027324932096/kosa

Not the anon, but Kosa is a bill that's soon going to pass where minors on the internet get their parents to see what they search up and restrict things that are deemed "inappropriate." When in reality it prevents kids who are trying to learn about the lbgtq community and kids trying to identify abuse. The bill will change the internet forever and NOT in a good way.

Im pretty sure the anon is trying to ask you to spread awareness about this.

Some links to prevent this are:

https://www.badinternetbills.com/

https://www.stopkosa.com/

https://www.change.org/p/save-our-free-and-open-internet-stop-the-kids-online-safety-act

https://actionnetwork.org/petitions/censorship-wont-make-kids-safe?nowrapper=true#:~:text=Privacy%2C%20free%20expression%2C%20and%20LGBTQ%2B,tell%20them%20to%20reject%20KOSA

Breaking the gimmick for this one, here’s some resources for yall <33

[really-awkward-pics-of-remus]

Favourite Remus line? -awkward Joan in case you didn't know

favorite remus line has to be the way he says NEAT! 

of course, most of his lines are my favorite. there’s always so much to look into.

[constantlyscreaminghere]

One doodle and I’m in a htf mood. The g*re makes it kind of annoying to watch but the characters are cute sooo

[cgphilli]

Rose Quartz and Pearl Stimboard suggested by anon!

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I'm in a cave!

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