#mini torch

[brewer36]

https://item.mercari.com/gl/m17844268128?sv=0

4 payments of 4.50

[awolgina]

torch fix super easy & cheap from a boomer learning series PSA

fast, easy, free 🤷‍♀️ fix for torches & mini torches Eagle & similar or industrial butane that sputter or won't light. public on YouTube, PSA.

[nightlightrequested]

Does this mean if it’s dark and you shine a torch at him his eyes light up like reflective eyeshine?

[sadanddumbcat]

😭 I have inquired Jim and I was looking through the seller’s page so I can grab the other invaders.

Lego toes shouldn’t exist.

Also knees???

[eemoo1o-tfrmoo]

bit of a hot take but gustav should've gotten torch the typhoomerang after torch hit that growth spurt

the only reason he had was given fanghook was because he was copying snotlout and it sealed his fate as recurring gag rather than realized character like stoik or gobber

In the books, the Monstrous Nightmares are said to be reserved for chiefs and sons-of-chiefs — the best of the best — and in the first movie this is repeated with:

“And then, there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. [They have this... nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.]”

(The use of “nasty habit” here makes it seem as bad as smoking (literally) or nose picking and I love that.)

In the books, that fact is beaten into us with how, a) Toothless isn’t a member of the chieftain’s preferred species, and b) Fireworm, Snotlout’s dragon, is. (And so is Hookfang, Stoick’s dragon in the books, partnered by the Gronckle Newtsbreath.)

So seeing as this ��only the best Vikings go after [Monstrous Nightmares]” is set up in the franchise just as in the books (albeit never really spoken of again, there is a wonderful fanfiction about it, though), I think it’s quite poetic that Snotlout and his little brother Gustav both have Nightmares! They’re the best!

And who doesn’t have a Monstrous Nightmare that you’d expect to because “only the best Vikings” go for them?

Stoick certainly doesn’t. Nor does Gobber, or Dagur, or Heather, or even Spitelout!

(Sure there’s background characters just to fill a scene in HTTYD 2 and 3, but that’s that… oh, and there’s Sven but let’s just say he’s the best whiner and get it over with. YOU RUINED THE METAPHOR, SVEN-LY!)

I headcanon that Hiccup sees himself in Gustav a bit (Gustav is, after all, a hiccup, even if never explicitly stated in canon), and seeing as he couldn’t get a Night Fury, the Monstrous Nightmare being for “the best Vikings” was probably a good next choice… plus his idolisation of Snotlout (that RTTE kind of ruined) swayed his decision a bit, but that’s also because he was only “trained” in training a Nightmare, anyway!

And I love The Flight Stuff (Fanghook’s debut episode) because it’s so cute! B-plot with the twins is stupid, but look! Hookfang is good with kids! Cute!! The taming of Fanghook is also uncouth and unconventional, but that’s also Gustav to a T anyway!

I love their relationship, because Fanghook is so sweet and you could say that after Gustav is told to let him go but it’s revealed he doesn’t, it’s almost like forbidden friendship of sorts, huh? Huh?

Granted, he could have had that with Torch but what’s done is done. The boys ever are adorable.

In fact, as for the ‘copying Snotlout’ situation: I agree! That’s exactly why they did it. But it’s fun to think of metaphorically, annnd… he was also only thirteen! It’s just a throwaway line, but in @otwdfanfic’s fic Once There Were Dragons on AO3, Gustav says this (yes, I know it isn’t canon but it made me realise this), and Gustav’s whole story line is dedicated to the finding of Fanghook!

Cute cute cute. They love each other to bits.

TL;DR: I respect this HC but I’m a nerd who loves the “true bond / soul bond” shit and so I’m just digging my heels into the gravel and clinging onto the protein-filled-whatever with my teeth.

[prettywarriors]

Mini Mahou March Year 4!

Hey there Magical guys gals and pals! A new month is almost upon us and I’m sure some of you know many months have art challenges, usually involving a piece of art a day either themed or done in a type of material.

That’s a lot of art. So I will be hosting the fourth year of a mini art challenge- specifically for designing magical girls! I’ll post a prompt early each Saturday of the month and pin it to this blog, and if you’d like to make a magical girl (or boy, NB, ect) based off that prompt, @ me and I will reblog them here Friday before the next prompt! 

That’s just four pieces. All posts and re-blogs will be tagged ‘Mini Mahou March’ for easy searching, tagging, and if you don’t want to see original designs on this blog, blacklisting. 

Prompts will be fairly light like ‘x color scheme witch magical character’ or ‘specific-fashion-style warrior character’- I’m hoping to highlight how the same idea on paper (like animal and dessert themed magical warriors) can still end up with very different results from different people, so I hope to see some people participate! If you have any questions feel free to shoot a line!

[kay-selfships]

yknow with all of the changes hoyo is making to make the game easier for new players, i’m kinda surprised they haven’t done anything about that liyue quest that literally locks you out of co-op and your serenitea pot until you complete it

[turtletoads]

i finished dbz

[seowoobins]

241109 : 🫧 pm

[torchiiko]

actually since hes on the mind rn IF anyone wants to draw smth for my birthday next month i will humbly request 1 cone dean.... or alternatively cone snurp ,,,, obvis no one has to just. if you wanna theres an idea,,

[whichcouldmeannothing]

funny mouth to the cloud

(twas clearing out the old writing google drive and found this gem, not finished but shrugs anyw)

summary:

When a group of civilians possess some super-secret weapon designed by a scientist, Johnny thinks it’s finally an easy day in New York. And then Spider-Man gets stabbed, and now he has to deal with his roommate bleeding out in the costume of the guy he has a crush on.

He will take back his first thought now.

Johnny Storm, the smart guy he is, likes to learn.

He also likes to learn about his elusive weirdo roommate, Peter Parker.

Peter Parker is an investigative little weirdo.

He knows that Pete is a photographer, who can pay rent on time and who takes care of his cameras and whatever. But as he sees Peter Parker, the man who lives on the opposite wall as him, pushed back into an alley wall, his camera being dropped to the ground, inferences are connected in his mind. These stereotypical thugs are practically spitting on him. “You stay away from the Hoenikkers, understand?” Johnny touches down behind the thugs as silently as he can.

Peter’s fist is shaking and before he can even blink, one of the men is on the floor. The other guy looks at his companion, and then back at nerdy, unassuming Peter. Johnny lets out a surprised little laugh, causing the other macho man to turn around and squeak in fear. Johnny snaps his fingers, summoning a little flame in between his fingers. He jerks a thumb onto the street, spurring the thugs to run away.

Peter Parker has a wicked punch.

“You know, when I said I wanted to know more about you, I didn’t mean like this.” Johnny’s flashing him a smile. Peter nods at him before moving to take the camera off the alley floor, probably contaminated with sicknesses too numerous to name. He’s staring at his camera lens, evidently looking for a crack or something.

Peter Parker works for the worst newspaper in the city.

“You work for the Bugle?” Johnny asks, spotting the lanyard hanging on Peter’s neck. Peter looks up from his camera and uses one hand to gesture at the red print on his neck, with a face that practically screams duh. Right, he forgot how absolutely insufferable Peter Parker is. So insufferable, that he didn’t even tell the man he lives with where he works. Two can always play at that game. He looks around the alley, with the garbage bin behind him and the rats scurrying away near them. “You know, I didn’t expect your office to look as clean as this.”

Peter makes that dumb annoying little smile, the one where his lips are closed and he tilts his head as if to tell Johnny how hilarious and sick that burn was. It makes something in Johnny warm. Peter moves to leave the alley but is stopped by Johnny blocking him. He leans forward, jutting his cheek at Peter. “Not even a thank you, darling?”

That breaks Peter, giving Johnny the most giant wave of pride as Peter Parker breaks into a chuckle and a smile that makes his eyes go soft. “Thank you, The Human Torch, I will buy food for you on the way home.” He pushes Johnny lightly, as he walks out onto the sidewalk.

“See you later, roomie!” He hollers down the street, before flying off to the usual place.

–

“Takeout is on the counter.” Peter isn’t even looking at him, eyes stuck onto the Photoshop on his screen.  Johnny is still holding onto the windowsill. His roommate is sat at the dining table, typing away and doing things for his job at the Daily Bugle, like spreading rumours about Spider-Man on his burner account or worshipping his asshole editor-in-chief. A cup of coffee is held in Peter’s hoodied hands. Johnny crawls in, clasping his hands together as he says in the most enamored voice he can make “My hero.”

Peter scoffs. “Right, okay, Human Torch.”

Johnny walks to his room, the click-clack of Peter’s keyboard being the only sound in the room. Johnny’s honestly surprised that he lives and breathes five feet away from someone like Peter. If it was someone else he lived with who was annoying yet thoughtful, peaceful at night and quippy in the mornings, he'd kill them.

But Peter is different. He’s comfortable.  He’s predictable. He’s normal. He pads out of his room, wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants. Peter turns to him and stares. Ever the flirt, Johnny flashes his pearly whites. “See something you like?”

“Your-” He cuts himself off, pointing to his collarbone, making Johnny look and-

Oh. Johnny flicks a wrist, trying to play it off. “No biggie, just some thug got a lucky hit.” Just some lucky son of a gun with a knife and a death wish.

Peter screeches the chair across the floor, and Johnny watches as Peter rifles through cabinets. The sound of wooden doors creaking open fade away, as Johnny notes something else about Peter.

Peter’s hair is the dumbest thing on this planet.

His brown hair is messy and thoroughly uncombed, but parts of it seem to stick up, defying gravity. It seems smoothed over like he kept running his hand through his hair. He wonders how long Peter had been just seated at the table, doing work. His glasses sit on the table, with a new photo of Spider-Man on his computer. Johnny immediately focuses on that.

It’s Spider-Man soaring and swinging around the city, Johnny close on his heels. It looks amazing and Johnny remembers the wind in his hair and the smile on his face, but knowing the Bugle, it’ll be printed under a headline reading Spider-Menace Kidnaps Hero Johnny Storm. He can’t tear his eyes away. “I want this printed.” He remarks. 

“Heh.” Peter does that little smile, the one after when he chuckles, where it’s like making as small of a smile as possible and where his teeth touch his tongue as if he has to hold himself back. It’s adorable. Johnny picks up his head to look at Peter. “Have you met Spider-Man?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty lame.” Like a little knight, he whips his head to face Peter, ready to defend his little spider-princess. His eyebrows knit together as he asks the born and bred New Yorker, whose main job it is to take photos of Spider-Man “Do you not like Spider-Man?”

Peter shrugs. He turns around an indifferent expression on his face. “He’s Spider-Man.”

“He’s Spider-Man! Friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man! How could you not like him?” Peter drops the first-aid kit on the counter, it’s louder-than-usual thump making Johnny tilt his head at his roommate. His eyes narrow as Peter moves to wash his hands. “Your work is corrupting your brain, young Parker.”

“Shut up.” The brunette counters, but Johnny is adept enough in Peter Parker that he can clearly tell that he is smiling. His words curve around his smile, and it sounds so distinct.

“You know,” He remarks as he leans on the breakfast bar. “Spider-Man really isn’t that bad.” Johnny will launch into a full essay, with arguments and paragraphs to defend his webhead.

“If I was like slightly more mean, I’d kick you out for that.”

Peter turns around, first-aid kit in hand, looking like a tired nurse patching up her hero boyfriend.

“Yeah, but I’ve seen what he can do. He’s not perfect.” Peter walks around the dining table, standing in front of Johnny. As Peter gets the antiseptic, Johnny lowers his voice into a respectable volume. 

“You shouldn’t believe all Jameson peddles. He isn’t as murderous as you think.” He makes a tiny grin, hoping a similar one will bloom onto Peter’s face. He mentally high fives himself when he sees it does. As a tiny little gold star on Johnny’s collar, Peter says a small “Thank you.”

Peter turns and dabs the cotton ball on Johnny’s collarbone, the sensation immediately shifting all his focus onto the man treating his wound.

Peter has a little scar, on the left side of his face.

He has a couple of inches on the photographer, so he can see the old scar near his hairline. It’s stark white against his fair skin. Johnny’s morbid curiosity wants to take over and touch it. As Peter shakily pulls back his collar, Johnny whispers (Why is he whispering?) “How’d you get that scar?”

A hand shoots up to touch the scar, slight panic clouding Peter’s features. “Cleaning the chimney.”

Peter lived somewhere with a chimney.

Peter steps closer to Johnny, a couple inches separating them from each other. Delicate fingertips smooth out the bandage. Johnny takes the moment to look at Peter, dumb quiet helpful little Peter. How did he luck out so much on a roommate? He’s so helpful and he’s cute, pink lips pressed together in concentration.

Johnny zones out, focusing on Pete’s lips. Somehow, he thinks of Spider-Man.

(“It’s called ice-nine, it’s so absolutely insane!” Spidey talks with his hands, matching the hustle and bustle of the city across the harbour. Even though he can never see stars in New York, he thinks that even among the buildings that never sleep, the brightest thing in the city is the boy beside him. His mask is pulled up, and his pink lips are moving fast and Johnny wants to kiss the facts of ice-nine out of his mouth. His companion takes a sip of his soda.

“It’s so weird, but Tony said that it’s this water molecule that if it touches water, it’ll teach every other molecule in the water how to become solid.” Johnny looks at the river in front of him, probably full of toxic sludge and other monstrosities that could never compare to what the Four has dealt with. “Imagine actually seeing what hellspawn is stuck under the East River.”

Spider-Man laughs. Johnny wants to record it and wake up to that sound. The wind whistles around them. He takes a bite of his fries as the web-slinger continues.

“It’s important it doesn’t touch human skin though. It’ll cause like your skin to go like ice and your mouth goes blue. It’s freaky.” Testing his luck, he moves closer to the web-head. “Don’t worry, babe.” He produces a little flame in his hand. “I’ll protect you.”

Spider-Man giggles, pushing him away. Johnny grins. “Weirdo.”

“Okay, Spider-Man.”

“Okay, matchstick.” Spider-Man leans back, eyes on the stars. “Don’t know how it’ll handle with enhanced humans, but I should be okay.” Johnny is pointedly not looking at his arms. He stares at anything else, the buildings or the ships or something.

“Anyway, the guy who made it, Felix Hoenikker, gave the only samples to his kids and we’re scared it’ll go into the wrong hands, so tomorrow, I’m going to get it and lock it up.” He pulls his mask back on and stands up. Johnny frowns.

“Need any help?” The hero shakes his head. Johnny must be full-on pouting because of Spider-Man ruffles Johnny’s hair.

“It’s okay Sparky, I’m plenty hot myself.” Johnny’s shoulders sag, hoping to a higher power that he looks so incredibly pathetic and pitiful right now. Spider-Man narrows his eyes at him and turns away, ready to jump and swing away, but he turns around. “Fine, extra help would be pretty great.”

Johnny cheers and Spider-Man laughs. He goes slinging away and Johnny stays a little bit more, watching the wallcrawler vanish.)

“Johnny?” He blinks. He is in his apartment, roommate further than he was before. He coughs, brushing imaginary dust of his shirt. Why is his breath all stuttery? Why is Spider-Man always on his mind? Why is Peter Parker so quiet?

He grabs the leftover food, as Peter goes back to take his seat. On normal days, he would play some inane comedy movie on Netflix, and he would commentate, eliciting the rare remark or laugh from Pete. But Peter looks so focused on his slander campaign on Spider-Man (read: His job) and he has a superhero date with Spider-Man in the morning. 

He can only hope to not be a smitten little fool, be as cool as those funny little ice cubes.

there's actually like 3k that i didnt include here because i wasn't ever sure id post this but i was proud of it enough to post! wrote this in 2021 so it may not be the most accurate to how i write now but i was plenty proud of how much i did! if this does well maybe ill finish it hehe

[theendcaller]

The sun rises in the sky. A burnt up husk in the mud in the middle of some deserted open field. He couldn’t even laugh mockingly at himself because he couldn’t breath. There was no fluids left in his body.  Fandaniel took note of everything once before fazing back into unconsciousness. 

Had this been any other situation, he would have let this mortal husk go, drift off into the life stream and return later to claim a new body. Alas, he is stuck here for now. You really are your own worst enemy.

[tears-that-heal]

2nd pillow prototype…..

Started on another mini message pillow with mental health in mind.❤️‍🩹 September is National Suicide Prevention & Awareness Month 💚

It’s a passion of mine to help and support this cause. I will be creating future items related to these topic as my shop grows! 🧵🪡

artist on ko-fi @elenatorchchild

[stenoodie]

TGTG Surprise Bags in March 2024

Too Good To Go Surprise Bags Collected in March 2024. #torchedsushi #mochiballs #shrimprisottoarancini #icecreambuns

My surprise bag hauls in March 2024 Rescue unsold food from being wasted.  Spend less than ten dollars on a surprise bag from a restaurant, convenience store, or grocery store on the Too Good to Go app.  Continue reading TGTG Surprise Bags in March 2024

[millastaria]

today's mini fella is wild life tango eating redstone torches!