#i have So Many potatoes

[risingsunresistance]

my farms are effectively infinite thanks to the update even tho i only have one plot for each crop. im gonna be so powerful whenever i finally unlock the entire place >:)

[pokimoko]

haunting the narrative -> haunted by the narrative -> haunting the narrative -> haunted by

[20001541]

I like to think that pre canon both AFO and Izuku visited the same online forums where people came together to discuss quirks and often debated with each other about pro hero quirks lol. Their first conversation ever was arguing over aspects of All Mights quirk because AFO said something insulting about him.

Izuku finds AFO abrasive, but creates some of the most fascinating analysis he's ever read that he wonders if AFO is some kind of quirk counselor or doctor who specializes in studying quirks in real life.

AFO finds it refreshing to see someone share the same enthusiasm about quirks like he does and enjoys reading and challenging Izuku's own theories at times.

I wouldn't call it friendship.... but more like two people finding common ground in sharing a hobby that almost no one else cares for.

[hamletthedane]

extremely niche meme for the five Texans who follow me

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I don't care how many times I talk about it, but I love how willing jews are to help. I was called to read a part of the readings from this week (there was no minyan so the scroll wasn't taken out 😭) and my tanakh is totally different from what the other members use, so I was totally lost. One of the ladies walked across the room where I was in the men's section to try and help me, and then the rabbi gave me his and sat next to me so I could read. Like it was a team effort to get me to be able to read, and it was... almost an instinctual thing - it happened so quickly that I was helped.

I want to be like that. I felt so afraid when I was called to read because of how lost I was, but... there was nothing to have been scared of.

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

Cute Joey overload 26

Joey smiling and pulling faces. I need this. Who doesn't ?

Sorry if some gifs are extra potato quality. But potato are sweet 🥰.

Bonus 🥰

[rosenfey]

🌿🕯️ my favourite tiny lore tidbit from veilguard is that nevarra is culturally vegetarian. I mean it makes sense for a country that reveres death so much to be averse to eating anything dead. again, it's a very small detail but it makes me incredibly happy 🕯️🌿

[skinreflectsthesun]

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[ananxiousgenz]

(I know said art would happen, but uh, this happened first. Enjoy?)

1/?

John Doe stood in the cold water of the river. His feet were buried is thick, stoney sand. The surface of the icy water drifting softly past, half way up his shins. He leaned down, and scooped water up with both his hands. Quickly bringing it to his forehead, he splashed it over his hair. Rivulets dripped down the back of his head, and down his face. Leaving fresh chilly trails over his cheeks and lips.

He could feel the first shivers of true cold take in his muscles. His arms and hands were beginning to shake. His fingertips, and toes had gone numb too many minutes before. John knew his bath would have to be cut short. He looked further down stream where Akke stood in the water. Her head hung down to drink. John watched her, as a shiver ran up his spine, somewhat envious of her constitution to the cold.

“Ah! Dammit,” came a hiss behind him.

Akke’s head snapped up. She looked in John’s direction, past him. Her ears moving back and forth. There was a deep, exasperated, long sigh behind John. Akke snorted, and with a swish of her tail, turned and trotted slowly away, further down stream.

Every fiber of John’s being wanted to follow her. To get out of the icy water, and go warm up at their small camp.

But something deeper kept him rooted, as his toes grew colder. Frozen in place.

“Guess that fall was worse than you thought,” John said, trying to sound as cold as the river around them.

A series of low grumbles, and indistinguishable curses muttered low, was all that answered him.

John chanced a glance behind him. Turning ever so slightly, as not to disturb the water. Pressing his frozen, wet fingers under his arms, close to his ribs. Trying to warm them.

Arthur Lester sat naked on a rock, a little further upstream. His back to John, only his feet in the water. An empty burlap sack draped over his lap for decency, John could see the ends hanging over Arthur’s thighs. Scars dotted Arthur’s back. Some white in the late day sun, some pink, still fresh and healing. But the most obvious blemish against his skin, was a deep blue and purple bruise over his left shoulder blade. It had grown angry, and speckled as the days passed. Arthur had been moving slowly, and found it hard to use the arm since John had helped set it back in place.

Guilt ate at John’s stomach as he turned to fully gaze at the deep mark. Lost in thought. It was his fault. He hadn’t told Arthur in time. He had been too distracted as they ran, dodging bullets. Arthur had fallen so far. John had expected to find him dead when he reached the bottom of the hole. But he survived, and John was so, so thankful.

But he could never tell Arthur that.

Never.

“If you had just stopped when I—-,” John started, turning away, his words and tone betraying the concern, and the guilt, and the desire to find somewhere safe for Arthur to mend while John—-

“Oh shut up, John.”

Arthur’s retort was sharp, and quick. John’s every muscle froze, his mouth clicking shut. His teeth rattling his skull, as the cold suddenly felt so much colder. He felt so small. The guilt overwhelmed his gut. Arthur didn’t sound angry. Or even irritated. He sounded tired.

And above all.

Disappointed.

John saw Arthur’s head sink low out of the corner of his eye. He saw the fingers of Arthur’s right hand run through his dark blonde hair. His shoulders dropped, and he hissed in pain.

“Just…,” Arthur started, but he trailed off, and sighed, interrupting himself.

His head came back up, his shoulders too. But he didn’t spare John even a glance.

“If you’re not going to help. Just be quiet,” Arthur said sternly, resuming reaching slowly down into the water, with only one hand this time.

Arthur knew it was John’s fault. He knew that between their mission against Larson, and whatever had happened in the cabin. The fireworks they would never speak of again. John had been distracted. He had pit distance between them. A barrier. All to protect some part of John he wouldn’t talk to Arthur about.

And to Arthur’s credit, he hadn’t pushed John. He knew it was there. But John would either tell Arthur himself, or keep it locked away.

Arthur had agreed to work with John, and that was that.

Which is why it had hurt so much when Arthur forgave John for not warning him of the hole in time. Causing Arthur to fall so far into a hidden shaft. It resulted in a few fractured ribs, a dislocated arm, and a gash on his head, that would eventually give Arthur a new scar at the edge of his hair line.

John almost wished Arthur had yelled, screamed, maybe even punched him.

But upon waking up, all he did was tell John, “Its okay. I’m alive. Its okay.”

John stared at Arthur, as he carefully scooped up water. One handful at a time. Splashing his hair, scoop, his face, scoop, his chest, scoop.

He pressed his lips together, and after a brief, but deep thought, he turned to walk up upstream. The current wasn’t strong, but each step felt unreasonably heavy. Like John was walking against white rapids.

Water splashed on the rocks of the shore as John finally came up behind Arthur. Making sure their skin didn’t touch. Arthur stilled, feeling the heat from John’s skin despite the temperature still returning to his limbs.

“What do you need help with?” John said in a small voice.

I. YOU. I JUST. I WAS CHECKING THIS HELLSITE ONE LAST TIME BEFORE BED AND I FIND THIS SLIPPED IN MY ASKS???? CASUALLY?????? LIKE ITS NO BIG DEAL????? OH MY GOD???????? JAW IS QUITE LITERALLY ON THE FLOOR RN.

@percymawce-arts DUDE COME LOOK AT THIS OH MY GOD

[rambunctioustoons]

I am ill with longing (thinking about friendships again).

[tennessoui]

girl your hanahaki au is absolutely wrecking my shit i--- I don't ever read ongoing fics and this is why. I just cannot wait?!? But the waiting somehow makes it better too?!? I'm literally dead bro I can't I love it so much

hahah omg thank you !! I’m really happy to hear you took a chance on this wip and that you like it so much!

not to get on my soapbox or anything but you have given me a great corner to shout from

as a disclaimer I totally understand why people will choose not to read wips and I truly think you know your mental health and what you can stand to wonder about/think about/obsess over/NEED to know a conclusion for better than anyone else

BUT as a writer who almost exclusively posts in wips, people reading them before they’re finished is my life blood and I am so grateful and it makes the writing process so much more fun for me because I know at least someone else is invested in my brainworm of a story?? someone else is enjoying it and thinking about it and I’m putting a small amount of good into the world??

the best analogy I’ve been able to come up with is like:

when you read a finished fic you’re eating a whole meal and that’s great that’s so amazing (especially if you tell the cook you liked it after you’re done). and you’re literally always welcome to eat that meal whenever you want. finished fics are like standing dinner invitations: I am always happy to have you and I mean that very genuinely

but if you read a wip, you’re keeping me company in the kitchen while I cook. and that’s sort of priceless. in some instances, you can even tell me the food needs more spice and I’ll think about it and listen!!! you’re sitting on my kitchen counter as I bustle around my space and we’re talking about what I’m doing and also how I’m feeling and maybe how you’re feeling and it just feels like community more than anything else I’ve experienced in any fandom. like you’re with me in my space as I’m creating food I hope you like. we’re both invested and it’s amazing

and I think in general that’s why wips are a lot of fun and also maybe why the waiting between chapters is fun for you - you’ve suggested that I add paprika to the pot and you’re waiting and wondering if I will, and I’m laughing and hoping you like the soup either way but also wondering if paprika will work with the recipe, and if I can add a bit to it just for you while staying true to the dish I envisioned at the get go.

[pickled-flowers]

Please give me some good animal knowledge I need it dearly

[verkomy]

what is your favorite soup?

[roguestorm]

the problem with comics is that there are so many comics and it's very difficult for me to finish a run bc i get distracted by another interesting looking run (ooooo shiny). the fun thing about comics is that there are so many extremely shiny comics to read.

[wildsaltair]

hi everyone, I am delighted to present to you the worst quality photos I have ever found of Maximus Decimus Meridius. I'm so unreasonably happy to have found these