#ice climb

[averagehighlife]

Got to ice climb for the first time this weekend at All In Ice Festival and it was way too fun! Not only was the experience mega thrilling but getting to meet so many wonderful people added to the experience. It was awesome to be in a space filled with BIPOC and queer folks, since it’s such a white male dominated sport. So stoked to go again next year

[gia-d]

Total time: 10 very hot hours

Someone give this image context because I sure as hell won't.

[chronicpaingirlie]

a hug for all the disabled people grieving dreams & hobbies & loves that they’ve lost due to their disability. for all the disabled people who imagined life so differently and who lost the chance for things to ever turn out the way they’d hoped.

we’ll find new dreams & new loves & new things to bring us joy even through the difficulty of living as a disabled person. but that doesn’t really make it easier deal with losing the rest. i hope that life will gentle to all of you & that you will find something you love that your disability won’t take from you. 🫂❤️‍🩹

[super-marvel-dc]

Me to Bucky whenever I see or think about him

*Pictures from Pinterest*

[illustratus]

[hybbart]

Fish people turn into avians... what do british columbians emerge as from the carts? (Is cart right word for those things?)

Broke

[wedgeantill]

[kaiserouo]

yay hunter climbing

[mercless]

as the powder witch lounges: yone is away . doing god knows what at this hour , he doesn't like to share . she thinks he could be making his rounds . she thinks he could be sneaking off to that magical bar to drink — though that uprightness of his , even if he does fit the bill of a man down on his luck , makes it hard to take slugging alcohol as being his vice . maybe he is with luna . she thinks , she thinks , she thinks . but more importantly — she is alone with talon . this is shockingly not the first time the gunslinger has left her alone with them , but it is the first time he has does so at night . this is bigger of a responsibility than it seems , and rell wonders if yone has said as much to talon . how would he have worded it ? — there is no way he would have told them the full story ( not only to preserve her own privacy , but because he'd go way over the allotted amount of words a day he is willing to spare on talon , she thinks wryly , and she rolls her eyes ) — but then what , a stern , ' if she sleeps and you aren't staying put , leave the light on ? ' ugh . it sounds ridiculous to even think it to herself , to imagine his voice . and it is ridiculous . she is meant to be sixteen years old , outgrown the need to be babysat — not a responsibility . or maybe it isn't like that . he has never called it so . maybe she is just insecure . maybe she is just overthinking the fact that she has not since the first time had to wake up alone in the dark , and that she cannot remember the last time the gunslinger hadn't been there . yeah . she could lie to herself like that . she could believe . yeah ! and so yone has left rell alone with talon . she would like to think that it's because he trusts the demon with at least this much . she would also like to think that he trusts talon more than any of them would guess . she believes this to be the case , but perhaps this is also a lie she likes to tell herself . maybe he just trusts her to be able to take care of herself , to make sure that talon does not get up to anything nefarious . maybe he has not let her alone with them , but them alone with her . and there is true threat in this — not just in her magic , but the way she descends upon them then , curiosity rabid ; there are sometimes questions that can only be asked when either of them is away . can i ask somethin' , she asks , though it is more of a formality at this point . she can ask questions ; whether talon's answer will satisfy them is a whole other matter . but there are always questions she wishes to ask , of talon , of yone . there are also questions that she does not want to ask . yet , or ever , she is unsure . a strange silence follows , and it's as if she's fired a blank . she is in her casual garb , laying on the bed with her bare feet towards the head of the bed , and she stares up at the ceiling . ❛ you know what ? ❜ she suddenly says , pushing herself up . ❛ how about we get outta' here and find somethin' fun to do , save the questions for later ? ol' rickety bones don't gotta' know — we can leave a note if that matters . ❜ already is she looking for something to write with , to write on — the gears in her head turning , she eyes the carpet mat and ventures that if she just lifts up a corner ... @windchaser (hi uh . touches the ground . something happened here .)

It is a hushed evening in this homely little room the gunslinger left them in, while he went out on his righteous errands. Refusing to elaborate, let alone be accompanied on his business with their kind of ilk. And as Talon has their boots kicked up on the chair turned to face them, arms sizzling like an low oil flame across their chest and musty hat upon their face, they were of two minds about it; It was a break from Yone's constant vigilance. Finally, to not be beneath the weight of his suspicious glare no matter the action or lack thereof they committed. Not so long ago he made it his job for the evening to watch the demon - unblinkingly, mind you. They had stared right on back until their eyes stung to confirm. Made their afflicted skin crawl sometimes, he did. It had been a spell since they had last known the freedom that was the dark veil shrouding the range, to finally be the scariest thing in the night again, at least in the immediate area. But then, they weren't outside in the quiet eve, the chorus of crickets and woeful birds quieting upon their arrival; even without seeing a hellspawn, the land and it's critters instinctively knew when a stranger to their mortal world approached. No, they were cooped up in this little inn room Yone had dumped both the young powder witch and them in. With little more than the orders to stay safe until his return, which only he knew the hour of. Of course.

Talon cared very little for who in fact was watching who in this situation. They would be the last to underestimate the lengths of which Rell's powers could bend and twist metal, but it wasn't as if they couldn't leave unnoticed. If Talon really wanted to. But then, Rell would be alone... Which wasn't their issue. It would be the haunted gunslinger's fault, if anyone's. His form of retribution just wasn't something they were looking forward to receiving anytime soon. So they sat as comfortable as they could, oil lantern bright enough for a human's vision to see that the corners of the room existed.

She had spoken up at some point, garnering a movement of Talon's head to now rest on an ear and face the source of her voice, their hat still covering every feature. But it had been some time since then. Enough cricket chirps has passed that they were left to wonder if the witch was stuck on what to ask first, and eyes consider closing and no longer take in the low light between strands and treated leather. Rell so did like to ask things of all sorts. Her constant questioning should be bothersome by now. Talon almost starts at the commotion, shuffling from their own lying position and lifting a hand to pull their hat away. Over it's jagged brim do they watch Rell rise from the mattress, and soon their own disgruntled boots meet the floorboards with two tired thuds. And even behind their exhausted features is there something new alight at her scheme; the clandestine plan, the potential antics, the threat of trouble if they meet it out in the night or they're caught returning late…

Fixing their hat atop their crown, Talon watches Rell look around the room and the small possessions their little entourage had stored for the night as curiosity tugs their head from side to side to follow along with her search. "What he don't know won't do no harm?" The corners of lips threaten to curl into a smile, even once she has begun to mess with the carpet. A little sign, that they were here once, but ultimately decided their time was better spent elsewhere. The thought of Yone finding it after a quick gander at the empty room, the imagined squint of his eyes and twist of his lips exposes Talon's teeth, for a breath. As long as the little witch returned unscathed... They finally stand with what effort remained unspent, the blades trailing behind them lifting and slithering daintily with a roll of their shoulders as to not get caught between chair rails. Watching as she lowered to the floor, they wait until hand has nearly met the boards to speak up again; "Go ahead if you wanna risk a scoldin' on property damage."

Humming in their throat, a hand rises to their hat again, taking hold of the brim as the top of their blond stands are revealed. "If we leave an additional alleviatin' sign, too..." With a final cant of their head in thought, Talon chucks the hat through the air, spinning and landing softly on the table where their abandoned chairs stood about. Making their way to the door, Talon reaches for the raggedy, beaten duster they insisted on keeping hold of. It came in handy to keep the suspicions of settlement inhabitants to the same level as they would be when any outsider walked their streets. Arms of brimstone and feathers respectively are tucked away into worn sleeves in turns, and their ashen eyes fix on Rell with a rare, quizzical look of their own.

"What do young witches get up to after dark for fun, these days?"

[elinerlina2]

Ice climbing 🌏

[i-make-questionable-choices]

was scrolling through icemav spotify playlists for inspo/mood music for when I'm writing, and someone had 'Dead Girl Walking' from Heathers on it and i can't

[the-real-daddy-van-der-bellen]

you might think i grew out my hair because I simply think it's pretty. but in truth it is so that i can eat ice cream and when i inevitably get it on my shirt, i can simply hide the stain with my hair.

[alteredstatesstuff]

mountain climb

[giuliaclimbing]

Don’t think about it, just do it! 🤩

[gin-and-lemon]

He came to say hi to us 🥹

[natjennie]

do NOT message me. I'm busy mourning all of the languages I'll never learn and countries I'll never visit and books I'll never read and foods I'll never eat and art I'll never see and history I'll never know and skills I'll never have and events I'll never be able to go to and people I'll never meet and hobbies I'll never try. btw.