#pando answers

[pand0monium]

character asks!!! johnny!!!

JOHNNY BOY!!!!!!! (THERE WILL BE SPOILERS)

First impression: man idk. I literally don't remember what I thought of him before I was like this

Impression now: ooooough. aaaaauahugahuhghaughuagh. he... :3

Favorite moment: FUCK this is tough.

Idea for a story: I wanna know more about his life post sbr. esp when he goes to italy what the FUCK was that like. did he meet gyro's dad. what would he say to him...

Unpopular opinion: I think he should have stayed disabled. It would have been cool for it to be a story of him coming into his own a bit as a disabled man without it having to end with "I can walk now yay". Even the way it was done felt like a cop-out for what could have been a really good character arc.

Favorite relationship: Look me in the eyes. Do I even need to answer this. (I do think his rivalry with Diego is hysterical though)

Favorite headcanon: this isn't even a headcanon to me Johnny's just actually trans

[groenendaze]

the unfortunate consequence of dog is that sometimes things just don't work out, no matter how much you want them to.

pando will be going back to his breeder here in the next coming weeks. i love this little dog, i wish the best for him in his life, and i want to see him succeed in a place where he can truly thrive. i think he's a great dog, but he needs a different lifestyle than the one that i currently have.

[woodscreature]

aspen trees!! I love quaking aspens, they are honest to god megaflora. they make clones of themself by spreading roots underground and sending up saplings, so whole mountainsides can be a single organism. also their leaves turn gold in the autumn and it is breathtaking.

(image credit to my mom lol)

they also have these gorgeous eye patterns on the trunk, and the powder on their trunk serves as sunscreen at about 15 SPF (plus it smells great)! the largest one is in Utah, and is just over 106 acres of a single organism - his name is Pando. while redwoods take the prize for largest trunks, I give the 'largest tree' award to him because he is a whole valley.

Reblog with a plant that grows where you live that you love :)

[andillneverbethesame]

Its nice to have a friend with james and ravenclaw!reader pls 🙏

love this! thank u for the request <3

it's nice to have a friend

❥ james potter x ravenclaw fem reader, remus lupin x sirius black

❥ summary; you and james swear you two are only friends. except you're not.

❥ warnings; none really.just not reread for gramatical mistakes

❥ a/n: this is very shorttt sorryy

my ts masterlist pt 1, pt 2

“alright, class," professor sinitra said at the end of the astronomy lesson. "that's the end for today. i'll see you all next week. and don't forget your essays about your birth planet!”

“finally,” you sighed in relief. “i am so exhausted.” you hated these friday astronomy lessons at midnight. but you were grateful you didn't need to be up early the next day.

“me too,” pandora yawned. she looked as if she was already half asleep. everyone seemed to be. except james potter, who was now making his way to you with an energetic smile on his face.

“hello, y/n," he grinned and you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

“hello, jamie.”

“can i walk you to ravenclaw tower?” he asked you and you raised your eyebrow. “it's not safe for a pretty girl like you to walk around the castle at night.”

“i won't be alone,” you replied. “i got pando—” you turned around to your friend who was next to you just five seconds ago. however, she was nowhere to be seen then. “or no. . . well, then i guess you can walk me.”

on the way, you notice james walked unusually slow. he always walked so fast that you almost had to run to catch up with him but this evening, it seemed as if you were faster than him. as if he wanted to make this walk last as long as possible.

you smiled as you shook your head at the ridiculous thought. you and james were only friends. you've always been just that.

“do you wanna hang out tomorrow at hogsmeade?” james suddenly asked.

you glanced at him. “what about the boys?”

“well, sirius and remus are having a date and peter still feels sick. it would be just the two of us. we could go to honey dukes and get the strawberry chocolate you like so much. and then we could stop at madam puddifoot's and get some tea and cake,” he offered. it almost sounded like a date. you cursed yourself again for the thought.

“you hate madam puddifoot's,” you pointed out the flaw in his plan.

“but you like her jasmine tea,” james said. and i like you, he wanted to add. “come on, it's my treat.”

you rolled your eyes. “you don't need to pay me for hanging out with you, jamie. i'd love to spend time with you in hogsmeade. it'll be fun."

james waited at you in front of the ravenclaw tower at ten in the morning sharp, just like he promised.

despite the fact that it was not a date and just two friends hanging out, you spend quite some time getting ready, wanting it to be perfect.

pandora teased you from her spot on her bed as she watched you chosing between two outfits — dark blue sweatshirt with black skirt and black sweatshirt with white skirt (you chose the second option in the end). you could only roll your eyes and deny every single one of her accusations but you both knew very well what was the truth.

james was wearing his gryffindor sweatshirt and opted to pair it with black pants. his hair was a mess, as always, looking like he had just gotten out of the bed without even trying to style it. he complained about it often but you thought it suited him well.

“ready?" he asked with his hands in his pockets, a smile lighting up his face.

“ready.” you nodded.

“where do you wanna go first?” james questioned as you two entered the village. a lot of people were there every day, but especially today when almost five hundred of hogwarts students decided to spend the day there.

“i'd really love to get the tea at madam puddifoot's now,” you answered honestly. “i'm feeling rather cold and need to warm up,” you blew warm breath on your hands and rubbed them together, hoping for at least temporally feeling of warmth. but it was no use. you almost couldn't feel your fingers anymore.

“why didn't you take gloves with you?” james asked.

“i lost them,” you replied with a pout on your lips. james then took off his pair of black gloves from his hands and handed them to you. “i— but. . what about you?”

he waved it off. “don't worry. i'll be fine.”

“are you sure?”

he nodded and you could tell he really meant it.

you two ended up at three broomsticks for a late lunch. despite each of you eating a piece of cake, a chocolate bar and shared a packet of sour candies, you two found yourselves quite hungry after all the walking.

madam rosmerta greeted you as soon as you walked in (though she was mainly talking to james, who ordered two butterbeers and then winked at her) and you chose a table by the window.

“what would you like?” james asked. “it's on me.”

you gave him a look. “i am not completely broke, y'know? you paid enough for me today. let me pay for you once, too.”

“not happening,” was james's immediate response as he shook his head. “i am a gentleman.”

“i never said you weren't,” you laughed. “but you can't pay for me all the time. i'm not your girlfriend.”

that seemed to shut him up as he couldn't think of anything else to say. at that moment, rosmerta came to your table with butterbeers and asked what would you like to have for your meal.

“i'll have shephard's pie," you spoke.

“beef pasties for me. thank you, rosmerta,” james smiled.

“thank you for today, jamie,” you said once the woman walked away. “i really needed this. i've been so stressful with everything that's going on.”

the boy knew exactly what you were talking about. attacks on muggles and muggleborn wizards and witches have been more and more frequent this year. a lot of your friends were muggleborns, and so was your dad. you prayed every day, begging whoever was up there to not let anything happen to those you loved.

james nodded understandingly. he, too, was worried for the future of the wizarding world. and he knew that he will be joining the order of the phoenix as soon as he could, and he'd be fighting for the good side as hard as he could.

his hand reached across the table for yours, squeezing it lightly for some kind of comfort to give you. you smiled sadly at him and sweets his hand back.

“yeah, me too. i'm sure everything will be okay,” he tried to reassure you. but you both weren't so sure. you weren't going to ruin this moment, though.

“thank you. it's nice to have a friend like you,” you said and james nodded.

yeah, he thought. a friend.

from across the room, remus and sirius, although they were on their own date, were watching you two with an immense interest.

“remus, he touched her hand!” sirius whisper-yelled at his boyfriend and hit him lightly as if he was trying to catch his attention as if remus wasn't spying on you two either. “he touched her hand!”

“yes, sirius, i'm not blind!” remus replied.

“come on, kiss!” the dark-haired boy began to pray. “i'm tired of them tiptoeing around each other like that.”

remus raised an eyebrow as he looked at sirius. “you did the same with me.”

“shut up.”

a month later, it was valentine's day and you had no one to spend it with.

all of your friends were going on a date with their partners or potential partners, but you were in bed with book.in your hands and a cup of tea on your bedside table. no one was in your dorm, leaving you completely interrupted to get lost in the story.

that was until there was a knock on your door.

you groaned. the words on the pages seemed to be getting rather. . . interesting.

"who is it?"

"your favourite boy in the whole world." was the answer and you quickly sat up and fixed your appearance. you'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"come in!" the door opened, revealing james in a black suit and a big boquet of flowers in his hand. your mouth opened at his look. he looked really attractive, don't get me wrong, but you couldn't understand why was he dressed like that. "what's going on?"

"well, dear y/n, me and you are going on a date, that's what's going on."

"on a date?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. "as. . . friends?"

james shook his head. "no, not as friends. we're more than that." he didn't give you a time to say anything before he continued with, "get ready. i'll wait in the common room."

you blinked in confusion as you watched him close the door and then you squealed once you were sure he was far enough to not hear you.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 18

This chapter breaks our record at 3.3k words :O

comment and reblog!

MASTAPOST

Damian awoke from sleep. He felt his body squish underneath the weight of Danny’s. The older boy had insisted the previous night, citing Damian’s body being unable to regulate temperature in the cold water at night. This had Damian begrudgingly agree to this arrangement, although he had made his displeasure very clear.

He tried to push down the comfort it brought him. Tried to focus on other things.

Like the fact that he was riding a whale. An entire whale. He even had a harness tied to his waist to stop him drifting behind, the rope wrapping gently around the mammal’s fins and around its body snugly.

This moment? This moment right here was the highlight of his young life. Unconsciously, his chest rumbled and purred as his heart pounded with affection for the beautiful creature.

The whale called out to its pod. It seemed the boys had landed on the largest of the pod, a female (he had checked) and likely the mother of the younger members. Damian rubbed the whale’s skin in soothing circles, its blubber smooth to the touch. There, there, big girl. You are doing an exemplary job.

Each stroke of the whale’s body, undulating through the sea send small shockwaves down Damian’s lateral line, a testament to the size and power of the world’s largest animals (although not the largest organism. That title belonged to Pando). After a while, the rhythm settled into Damian’s bones, like a second heartbeat.

He would have to paint this moment when he got home.

Damian looked behind him. Danny was still out cold after the extensive swimming they had done. It was worth it, though. If Damian’s estimates were correct, they were only a week or less away from Panama. Danny’s swimming speed was nothing short of incredible. It was almost like he was intangible, gliding through the waves with barely a hint of water resistance. Damian had feared it would take a month or longer to get to Panama, considering a dolphin’s long-distance swim speed was only around ten miles an hour, but Danny’s celestial navigation suggested they’d covered about seven hundred miles by the time they hitched a ride with the whales.

Panama was so close… From there it would be smooth sailing, or swimming.

Until then?

Damian untied the rope harness. How many of his family could claim to swim alongside a pod of whales? Using his small, streamlined body, Damian launched off the leader’s body, and dashed in front of her. Despite himself, he gave her a small wave. The whale cooed. Despite not understanding her call, Damian could feel a wave of affection, like a caress through the water.

Damian glanced back at Danny, still fast asleep and snoring. Good.

Looking back at the whale, he focused on their deep, bellowing tones. Opening his mouth, Damian repeated the call as best he could, although it sounded much, much higher pitched than the original.

Much to his surprise, the pod leader called back. Damian smiled in a rare unfiltered grin. The whale answered him!

That was it. He needed to learn to speak whale at the soonest possible convenience. This was of the utmost importance. As a regular human, his vocal cords could never hope to reproduce the calls of a whale, but as a siren, a unique opportunity was granted to him. And he would take it, as befitting his bloodline.

As he contemplated how he would proceed with this plan, his fins slackened, and he found himself lagging behind as the leader swam past him. Damian watched in awe as her shadow fell over his body. He trailed underneath her white underbelly, catching the currents cast by her massive fins, and counted the colonies of barnacles occupying them.

He swam back to circle around the other members of her pod. The baby whales (there were babies too!) crooned to him, and he responded in turn, not sure of what it meant, but wholeheartedly delighting in taking part of a world he’d once considered closed off to him.

A mischievous baby, one he christened Dorothy, bumped him with her nose. The force sent him rearing back. He took a moment to rebalance himself, before she came back for more, playfully nudging him. Hah! Two could play that game. Damian bopped her on the nose, then dashed away. Dorothy gave chase, but Damian was smaller and nimbler.

He twirled in the water, diving underneath an older whale’s belly as Dorothy nipped at his tail. He went up and over the elder’s back. Damian dashed underneath the larger whale’s dorsal fin. Peeking stealthily over the edge, he spotted Dorothy in a state of apparent confusion as his seeming disappearance into thin air, or water.

Serves her right for challenging a master of stealth.

Damian’s lateral line spiked. He turned around just in time to spot a second baby coming for him. Damian tutted. What an amateur. He would have to show them how to properly chase a target. Using his vertical mobility, he launched upward and out of the way. Dorothy spotted him again, and continued her pursuit. Now with two pursuers, and more joining in, Damian laughed gleefully as he led them in twists and turns, using the larger adults as obstacle courses, much to their chagrin. At least that was what he assumed the annoyed-sounding squeaks were.

As much of a fast learner as Damian was, however, he was still new to his body. Damian’s fins flexed at the wrong angle, and his arms bend too far forward, causing him to overshoot his left turn. The green and golden siren crashed head first into the pod leader, briefly floating belly up as stars flashed in his vision.

Immediately the babies descended upon him. Dorothea nudged his body with her nose, sending him floating into her friend, who passed him to another baby just as quickly. Soon the babies formed a circle as they passed Damian’s limp body between them like a game of volleyball. Their actions unfortunately only exacerbated his dizziness, and after a few rounds, Damian was about to test whether sirens could vomit underwater.

A striking croon filled the water, causing Damian’s fins to spike up. However, it seemed the call wasn’t for him, as the baby whales scattered and returned to their parents. Dorothea chittered and gave him one last bump before returning to her own mother’s side.

Damian slowly regained his faculties. He shook off the last of the nausea. That could have been dangerous. They were wild animals, and could have seriously injured him. His father would have been furious.

And he wanted to do it again.

“Yo, Damian!” Danny’s voice called out.

Damian flipped his tail and returned to their miniature mobile campsite in a blur. Danny was snacking on some fish from their last raid. Damian frowned. Their food stashes were already running low.

“Breakfast?” Danny offered him a bundle of seaweed, or kelp. It had a pale yellow colour and sported round sacks along its stems, like bladderwrack.

Damian poked warily at the plant matter. They did not pack this in their supplies. “What is this?”

“It’s sargassum. Plant stuff that floats on the surface. Come try it!”

Damian squinted. He found his stomach stronger than it was as a human, capable of eating untreated raw fish (as much as he would rather not) without so much as a stomach ache.

Damian look a strip of sargassum, feeling the texture between webbed fingers. It was slightly slimy, but soft. He poked one of the bladders, causing its air bubble to pop and float to the surface. As he thought.

“If you’re not gonna eat that, I will. I just swam 700 freaking miles and I’m staaaarving.” Danny whined, a childish gesture.

Damian threw it down the hatch. It tasted… salty (but what didn’t taste salty in the ocean?). The texture was tolerable enough. It was no Caesar salad, or Pennyworth’s casserole, but it would do.

“Hand it over.” Damian gestured for the rest of the plant, and his companion obliged.

Damian chewed absentmindedly as he watched Danny unfurl the map they had ‘acquired’ from the Atlanteans. “So we’re somewhere here.” Danny pointed to a spot in the middle of the blue sea, just off the coast of California. “If we keep going south, we’ll be in Mexican waters, and then it’s smooth swimming to Panama.”

A lump of air pushed up his throat. Damian burped. The beginnings of a snicker were on Danny’s face. The smaller boy held his head high, choosing the high road this time, and maintaining dignity.

“As you were saying?”

“AHEM.” Danny coughed. “We’ve got a bit of a food problem.”

He held up the satchels that they had been using to store their provisions. It was worse than Damian had thought. The bags were practically empty, with maybe a snack and a half between all of them.

He chewed on another stalk of sargassum. Its bubbles popped in his mouth and exited through his nose.

“You cannot swim long distances without sustenance.” Energy could not come from nowhere, after all. The same rules applied for many metas, especially the infamous Flash family. They had left their last stop with bundles of supplies, quickly consumed in the matter of hours.

“We need to hunt again.” Danny concluded. “And get some more seaweed.”

Tut. Damian’s fins drooped a fraction of an inch. It was a shame to leave the whales behind already, but they were always going to go off on their separate paths. He just wished they could stay a little longer.

Danny shifted his sitting position. “To be honest, I’m still getting cramps in my tail. 700 miles.” He said breathlessly. “I never knew I had it in me.”

“So our goal is to recuperate, and resupply.” More quality time with the whales! A couple air bubbles slid out from underneath his gills, the ticklish sensation sending him shuddering.

“Yeah pretty much. Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna take another nap.” His companion curled up into a large circle, using his tailfin and arms as a pillow, and closed his eyes.

Damian gaped open. “But you just woke up!”

“700 miles, Damian. 700 miles. We can hunt when I wake up.” With that, Danny was out like a light. Even Damian nipping at his sail could not convince the teenager to awaken.

Damian turned around. The baby whales had returned, hovering just out of reach, apparently having been watching the conversation aptly. He supposed this arrangement had its benefits. Damian whistled, and launched off again.

Satellites.

Her parents had fucking satellites.

That answered how they were going to track Danny. Jazz stared wide-eyed at the computer screen on the deck of the SAV, showing a digital rendition of the entire globe. Off the coast California, about a thousand miles south of their current location, a dot blinked black and white. Jazz’s blood went cold. They had her brother’s hydro-signature. They could track him wherever he went. There would be no hiding, except by turning back into a human, but how could she tell him? And how could he accomplish that goal in the middle of the sea?

Jazz could only gape slack-jawed while her father ranted endlessly about their new radar system, a genius innovation created by her mother in just a day. Isn’t she amazing, Brucie? I’ve got the most beautiful, brilliant wife in the world. Just look at the wiring in this baby.

Bruce Wayne nodded dumbly, remaining silent for the most part, occasionally scratching his head and asking a question. He was listening very intently. No one else could hope to endure her father’s rants. She’d seen very strong-willed individuals awkwardly make excuses and shuffle away, only to be roped back in at the last second. No. Bruce Wayne wanted to be here, and he wanted to learn everything he could.

She imagined thousands of drones printed with WE logos scouring the ocean for a scared teenage boy. No Jazz, no catastrophising. She took steady deep breaths, and counted things she could feel with each sensation.

She needed to focus on what she had to power to do right here and right now. The positives: her parents had very wisely chosen not to sell their most useful tech to the GiW. Her mother never trusted them, and her father was still upset at the government organisation for not having recognised them earlier in their career.

That meant no agents in white suits going after her brother, assuming he’d managed to lose them (which was likely).

Her parents also believed she was here to hunt Phantom. That was another positive.

Their new tech had been whipped up in a fever dream-like haze over the course of two days or less.

That meant an easy excuse if any of them malfunctioned.

The bad news? Bruce Wayne could possibly sniff her out, and snitch on her to her parents. That would severely limit her ability to slow them down.

She turned back as her dad began showing off their miniature sonars, eagerly boasting of their range and precision. Bruce Wayne nodded, and asked about their hardware. How they overcame issues with affecting marine life, how they could compact it into such a small case.

That was good news. Arguably. She did not very much like the idea of the world’s richest man funding a crusade against an entire species. But infallible he was not, and all she needed was plausible deniability and a distraction to grant her brother hours. Even days, assuming she even could distract the enigmatic billionaire. There was the very public, very visible himbo dummy persona. What lay underneath the skin was another story entirely.

Then there was the question of how she would even know what to do in the first place. If she just took a wrench and started whacking, it would be made extremely clear who was responsible. If she wasn’t careful, she might even sink the boat. And she refused to put her family in danger. Jazz was going to do this right, and make sure everyone got home safe.

That meant she would need help.

“I’m getting a little dizzy, guys. I’ll head to my room if that’s ok.” She told the conversing men. Their goodbyes floated in the space behind her, distant to her ears.

She entered her little cabin in the SAV. Well, it was her and Danny’s, but for now she was alone. Jazz closed the door shut and locked it. The cabin consisted of a comfortable bunkbed and two desks for the both of them, as well as a (heavily reinforced) window looking out into the vast blue sea. Although not as densely decorated as her room at Fentonworks, it still carried personal affects dotting around its shelves and walls. A picture of Danny’s first beach day here. A photo of them fishing in Hawaii there. An old scented candle sat at the desk, a relic from when she’d tried to get the smell of fish off the SAV when she was ten.

Jazz had no time to waste. Her mother had noted off-handedly that they were already going a hundred miles an hour. That was insane. They’d catch up with Danny within the day.

Jazz calmed her nerves, and collected herself. She swept the room for bugs and listening devices, something her father had taught her once to ward off the feds. Something told her the screaming IRS agent running away from her house did that plenty, but that was neither here nor there. Once done, she threw the sheets off the bunk beds. The mattresses came off and found a new place shoved up against the wall. As sound-proofed as she could make her room, Jazz recited opening lines in her head.

She pulled out her phone, and dialed. It was time to bust the hatch open.

“Hello?”

“Hello Mrs Foley!”

“Jazz! It’s great to hear from you. I’m so sorry about Danny, I-”

Jazz cut her off. “Actually, about that. Can I please speak to Tucker? I’d like to have a word with him.”

A pause. “Sweetie. Tucker’s been grounded until further notice.” Mrs Foley’s voice ground out at the last two words. It didn’t seem pretty for Danny’s friends.

“I know, but this is urgent.” Jazz stressed.

“He supported Phantom, Jazz. My baby boy committed computer crime for that monster. I just- I just don’t know what’s going on. No. Tucker needs to serve his punishment. And then after- after- after that I don’t know.”

“I know you’re in shock, Mrs Foley. So am I. But have you considered that he might be in grief, too?”

The line went quiet.

“Danny isn’t just my little brother. He’s Tucker’s best friend in the whole world. Tucker’s an honorary little brother to me. Doesn’t he deserve to know what’s going on with him?”

Mrs Foley took a moment of silent deliberation, and sighed. “You’ve got a way with words, Jazz. Fine. I’ll call him down.”

“Oh, and Mrs Foley? Can we have a bit of privacy as well? I think Tucker will need some space for this conversation.”

A minute later, Tucker showed up as promised. “Oh sweet technology. How I’ve missed you so…”

He sounded tired. Incredibly tired, despite his open relief about being able to touch a phone. Not only that, but it sounded inauthentic. Almost performative. “Tucker, stop caressing the phone. I have news about Danny.”

Tucker’s breath hitched. “Do you know where he is?”

Jazz took a deep breath, forcing her shoulders to relax. The moment of truth. “I know what happened to him.”

“Jazz I swear Phantom had nothing to do with it, you gotta-,”

“No Tucker. I’m talking about six months ago.” Jazz looked behind her, listening for any footsteps outside her door. “I saw him in the water three months ago. I saw him changing.”

Her brother’s life was at stake. She chose her words very, very carefully, as vague as possible.

Tucker gasped. “W-what do you mean? D-Danny goes swimming all the time. Wait a minute-”

The line went dead. Panic threatened to tilt Jazz off course. Did she just blow her only chance? No. Think rationally. Tucker was a smart kid. A genius with tech. He probably realised anyone could listen in on his house’s landline. That boy went through PDAs like old clothes; he had to have a few burners spare.

Her phone rang again, and Jazz could have cried in relief.

“What are you gonna do with Danny’s secret?” Tucker hissed, accusation plainly audible.

“My parents have a radar to track him across the world. They have a dozen new weapons to fire on him with. They have an engine that can accelerate the SAV to a max speed of 200 miles an hour. I need you to tell me how to sabotage each and every one of them.”

Tucker choked on the line. “You s-serious?” He said, nakedly vulnerable, like she was about to pull the rug out at the last moment.

“Danny’s my little brother. I’d do anything for him. And I’ve always critiqued my parents’ obsessions as unhealthy. Tucker, I don’t know what half of this stuff does. You’re my only hope. You’re Danny’s only hope.”

Her honorary little brother gulped. When he spoke next, it was like his resolve had been dipped in liquid steel. “I’m right on it.”

She heard thunderous clacking through the line. It looked like Mrs Foley’s punishment was not as airtight as the woman thought it was…

[f1-disaster-bi]

I can't stop thinking of pando stories 🙈

watching a movie or show that they know they're interested in.

^ not because they asked them to, but to be able to engage in more conversation related to it when they adorably ramble on and on.

Pierre wasn't usually one for romance movies. He didn't hate them. They just weren't his choice of movies. He had seen plenty of them over the years, always because a girlfriend or someone else wanted to watch one and he couldn't find a better compromise. He would endure them for those he loved, but today was the first time he had actively suggested watching one. "You don't like romantic movies", Lando muttered suspiciously as Pierre pulled him back against his chest. The opening scene to Notting Hill was paused on the screen before them. There were trainer approved snacks within reach, and Lando was tugging the fluffy blanket from the back of the couch over them. "It's your favourite movie" Pierre answered, pressing a kiss to the side of his head softly, "I want to be able to understand why you love it and be able to talk about it with you" A large hand rested over his own that was tucked under Lando's t-shirt, resting againt the warm skin of Lando's stomach. Lando's fingers laced with his, and a soft curls tickled Pierre's cheek. "You hate these movies though", Lando mumbled even as he reached for a remote, "You don't have to do this for me" Pierre rolled his eyes a little before he remembered just how shy Lando was when he first told him he loved this movie. He remembered the way Lando had hesitated, and then told him that others, friends included, had teased him about it before, and Pierre just tried to pull him closer. "I don't hate them, and I want to watch this with you", Pierre reassured Lando, pressing another series of fleeting kisses across his stubbled jaw, "I want to be a part of the things you enjoy. The same way you put up with watching football for me" The pink on Lando's ears and cheeks told Pierre everything he needed to know. "I like football", Lando grumbled, hand reaching for the remote and soft smile lighting up his face. "Sure you do, baby", Pierre laughed, but it was quickly cut off with a hand over his mouth as Lando had hit play. "Shush, it's starting"

[f1-birb]

I got an idea for a story where Lando has selective mutism from a trauma that happened in his childhood and he works in a bakery. Pierre ends up often buying stuff at the bakery and he gets a glimpse of Lando and finds him very cute but Lando is unable to answer him.

Anon I am kissing you very gently on the forehead (only with your consent ofc) and begging you to let me write a proper thing for this at some point because the second I read this I fell in love with it - it is entirely my brand: pando, traumatised Lando, baking

Lando co-owning a bakery with Alex and (surprisingly) Charles. Alex and Lando have known each other since they were kids, they met Charles at university when Charles bumped into Lando when he was rushing to get to class and sent him flying. Alex wanted to yell but Charles was already helping Lando and apologising and the three quickly become good friends. Lando's into culinary arts, baking and patisserie, Alex business and Charles design. When they leave university they get other jobs and hate them, so once Lando finishes university too since he's younger, they decide 'fuck it' and start up their own bakery with a bit of help from their families and soon it starts to grow

Pierre is very close with Charles so obviously wants to support his friend's business so is a regular customer. He can laugh and joke with pretty much everyone on staff and he even has a pastry named after him. One day he comes in super early and sees a new face and his first thought is 'cute'. He ends up asking Charles who the new guy is and Charles tells him that it's Lando, fellow co-owner and it's just usually Lando is in the kitchen busy making the goodies that keep the business in business

After that Pierre makes more of an effort to come early to catch more glimpses of Lando, and he gets lucky when one day he comes in at Charles' early request and Lando's setting stuff out in the glass cases. Pierre says 'hi' and Lando sort of looks at him like a startled baby deer, waving. Pierre introduces himself and then frowns as Lando signs something back before rushing off with a red face which Pierre asks Charles about once the two of them leave the shop

Charles tells him Lando's mute, the story as to why not his to tell, but that he thinks Pierre would really like him and that's when Pierre gets it in his head (and maybe his heart) he wants to get to know Lando

[speculative-world]

pachyrodiciphytes, more commonly called a tuber lump, these waxy sedereamischos litter the maschoran deserts and function much like telluric pando tree, being a clonal colony, there are still many individual colonies, but regardless a large amount of ramets will litter the surface of the maschoran deserts, under the sand their roots contain many tubers, and many desert dwelling ◗ta in the past used to farm parchyrodiciphytes for said tubers, for both consumption and feed for domesticated seelenlos, many seelenlos native to the maschoran deserts will dig up the sand around tuber lumps and eat said tubers, some organisms subsist entirely off of these tubers, such as desert worms, blight frills, and even young macrodermaderes, if you have any questions about this sedereamischos please dont be afraid to ask i am more than happy to answer

[bitchesgetriches]

Bitches, I have a potentially odd question. I accepted a job at roughly 10% below market rate because a) it was my first interview back at the job hunt and I chickened out, and b) I don't have my degree in my field yet, and the job definitely requires one!

I'm set to graduate early next year, and they knew that going in. I took it as a discount for them taking a chance on someone who hasn't graduated and ate my negotiating mistake when I accepted the offer.

Once I graduate though... I want to ask for a raise, at least up to the 10% market. I know not to make my argument based on that alone, but, (bear with me) what if I haven't done anything notable? How do I advocate for the raise based solely on "I fucked up when negotiating and you got a cheap year, now pay me what I'm actually worth"?

It's a fairly well defined entry level role, there's no real process improvement or exceptional milestones to hit. At my last job, there were easy things to point at cause the place was a shitshow. Here everything functions pretty well... so... how do I do this?

(Hopefully, by the time I'm actually asking for the raise, I will have done some notable things. If that doesn't happen though... I'd love some pointers.)

Thank you my glorious hearts of the ecosystem, sisters to Pando, you are the parent aspen from which the rest of the forest grows!

Oh my stars, you sure came armed with the kind of over-the-top compliment we LIVE FOR.

Anyway, this is a good question! We always recommend focusing on your own accomplishments rather than outside factors, as you already know. And your employer DEFINITELY knows they got you at 10% below market rate. So they're probably anticipating you're going to ask for a raise after graduation. Which means they've likely already considered their answer.

In a way, this makes your job easier. They're expecting the ask, they know how they'll answer... so there's less pressure on you to make your case.

But you should still make it by showing how you've met expectations. If you haven't exceeded them (and I think you're probably selling yourself short, pudding), at LEAST showing you've met all your benchmarks while being underpaid will imply that at a higher compensation level, you could start exceeding those expectations.

Here's more on getting a raise, pudding:

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[pand0monium]

Oh wait nonjojo ships too apply aaa ok

XiaoVen and whatever the hell was Childe x Zhongli (i dont like the ship i wanna roast it i wanna know if you feel the same)

XiaoVen... my besties

i dont even wanna do a bingo for the second one /nm but that's definitely one of those where i'm like. what

[groenendaze]

these popped up in my memories from last year and got me thinking about grief for a dog that's not dead. the vast majority of the time, i don't regret sending Pando back to his breeder, but sometimes i see pictures like this and think, "what if?"

as more and more time passes, the more the bad memories fade and the good ones stay and the more i start thinking about that "what if?". i won't ever know the answer to that little thought, but i do know he'll be turning two in two months. i'm glad, at least, that i get to watch the dog he'll become.

[maxhpart]

Ranger Construct | Tears of the Kingdom

We have new info on the robits!! I partially updated the old art & added some new based on what was in the gameplay video.

More info below the cut.

To (mostly) answer my own previous questions:

Friend or foe? Both! Link fights a few small constructs with horns (Soldier Constructs), but he also passes close by a couple taller constructs (Ranger Constructs) by cookpots who don’t aggro and do otherwise seem like NPCs.

Sheikah, Zonai, or other? Zonai! As confirmed by the “Zonai Charge” dropped by one that Link fought.

New or old? Almost definitely old, being Zonai, but we can’t say for certain yet.

Which ones are the real eyes, if any? Based on the single central eye on the combative constructs, I’d guess that the center-top concentric orange circles are the single eyes on the taller constructs.

The Ranger Constructs seem to be foraging: they appear to sweep the ground with their hands in search of things to gather and then put a hand inside their lower halves as if to drop off a finding for safekeeping. I thought: what if they’re foraging for magitech/electricity berries, similar to Pando from Strange World? That seemed like a fun possibility for their power source, so that's what is being foraged in the bottom right.

[moralorelclay]

About Pando

I used to look up to Pando and when he reached out to me on discord and I knew him and looked up to him i FREAKED OUT. This was like almost 2 years ago now btw. we had been friends for a year. He is a terrible person and he knows that, i’m glad he’s self aware but he does nothing to help himself anymore. he would talk about nsfw topics with me (a minor) (he was 17 and turned 18 and would continue the talks) (i was 15 and turned 16 after he turned 18 iirc). I might be getting some of this wrong because it’s been a while since i’ve even thought about pando, but seeing people want to make a call out on him has made me want to be more public about this. he has also threatened my (at the time) friends with r/pe threats and murder threats just to make me uncomfortable. going into a bit of detail about how he would r/pe my (at the time) friend’s head. Now onto the grooming stuff more, he was very open about his kinks and would always ask me about how the videos / images / text made me feel. i would tell him honest answers. saying some of the things were pretty hot, and that’s pretty much as far as it went most of the times. we’ve never exchanged any photos or anything of the sort as i don’t believe pando was fully aware that he was grooming me. i don’t want to reveal publicly about EVERYTHING i know about him as privacy is a thing even for weirdos like him. i wish him a good recovery from everything, and i dont hate him for what he did. yes it was wrong, and i never want to talk to him directly again (neither does he), but i still think he can do good. just, offline and not in the moral orel fandom.

sorry this got so long, i didn’t realize i would ramble this much lol

[brutus-pandos]

Welcome!

hi! I'm Doc/Spider! my main is @puppetarachnid !

this is a blog for my to draw my Mass Effect OC, Brutus Pandos! bartender for @the-waechol ! he is someone who fucked around & found out on Omega. now he works safely on The Waechol.

you can request things for me to draw, but also I can answer questions about him or as him!

[f1-disaster-bi]

"I thought I'd find you here."

For shifters au pando?🩷

Lando was trembling. He was wet and cold. His paws ached from running as hard and as fast as he had. He hadn't meant to stress himself or his little fox body but he had had to get away. There had been yelling and so much all at once. The noises from the garage. The disappointment from the team. The cold way they had spoken to him in debrief despite the podium position. The way voices had raised and then there had been someone in his face, asking him why he had fucked up and Lando had had no answer. All he could do was excuse himself for a moment, and slip away. No one had stopped him. They had called a water break, giving them all the chance to strech their legs but Lando had headed straight for his drivers room. He had ignored the way Oscar called after him, ignoring his teammates concern and closed the door behind him. From there, Lando had moved on autopilot. He had stripped down and left his clothes in a pile on the floor. He had shifted quickly and quitely, wriggling his way onto the bed and out the little vent over it. He always loosened it whenever he got to a race, knowing if he needed to, he would be able to wriggle his way out, and that's what he did. His feet had carried him through the paddock. Sneaking under things to avoid being spotted by the rest of the pack or anyone that would recognise him until he managed to get to where he was going. Now that he was here, tucked away under a pile of sticks and leaves that he had hastily pulled around the base of the tree just outside of the track carpark that had a hole in, Lando felt lost. He knew he wasn't. It would take him less than ten minutes to get back to the garage but Lando felt lost and stuck. His emotions were a wreck. The season was filled with issues despite the good car, and Lando was losing himself a little to it all. He knew Pierre was worried but he couldn't stop. He had to keep pushing because that's what the team needed. And now he was alone. Alone. Wet. Scared. Aching from running on hard ground with little paws. Lost in thoughts, Lando jumped, scampering back into the make shift den as the leaves and sticks were moved. He trembled, fearing that some strange animal or person had found him but instead, once the enteance was clear, it was Pierre that was looking in at him. Relief was written all over Pierre's face as he stayed crouched in front of the little den. His hand extended towards Lando but never fully reaching for him, waiting for Lando to squirm forward and press his cold nose against Pierre's fingers. "There you are", Pierre choked out, running gentle fingers through damp furr as Lando wiggled his way into Pierres hold, "I thought I'd find you here. You had us all terrifed Lando. You've been missing for over an hour" Lando whined softly and pressed his nose to Pierre's jaw, nudging softly to try comfort him. "I know, I know", Pierre soothed holding him close, "It's okay. I've got you"

[f1-birb]

nice thought: the other half of ur lando ship of choice sits him on the bathroom counter and shaves that thing off of his face for him. he doesn't even have to shave it off himself, just sit there and look pretty KHGHAlBY

Yes. It doesn't even matter who it is, just yes. But since it's me I will continue to push my pando agenda especially since Pierre could definitely manhandle Lando

Lando definitely does not squeak when he's grabbed from behind. Wide palms are warm against his hips as he's spun around, and he can't complain as they lift him onto the bathroom counter. Pierre slots between his knees easily, pressing in close, and Lando leans forward to kiss him on instinct.

A finger presses against his lips instead and his eyes cross as he tries to look at.

"Non."

"Non?" He pouts.

"Not until I'm done." Pierre's hands leave his hips and Lando barely has time to mourn the loss of them because his brain attaches itself to–

"Done? Done what?" When Pierre doesn't answer, simply keeps moving things around to his right, Lando's left, he presses, "Done what Pierre?"

A can of shaving cream and a razor appear in front of him, a borderline sadistic grin just out of focus behind them. There's a small bowl he catches in his periphery, filled with a generous pile of shaving cream, and a dense little brush next to it.

"You know exactly what. It's time, baby, it has to go."

Lando pouts as he runs his fingertips lightly across his upper lip, tickling the smooth skin there. He palms his chin, grumbles at the feeling of moisturiser that hasn't fully sunk in yet, and then when Pierre appears in the mirror behind him redirects his pout through the reflection.

Strong arms wrap around his waist and he leans back against Pierre's chest as it meets his back.

"Are you mad at me?"

"I was growing it out."

"You were trying to, yes. Succeeding?" Pierre lets the question hang in the air, pressing a kiss to Lando's cheek as he gets a glare in response. "Anyway," he murmurs, trailing towards Lando's ear, "I didn't like the scratchiness."

Lando swats at him but there's no venom behind it. "And what? You're the only one allowed to give beard burn?"

"One, I can actually grow one." Pierre shifts slightly, brushing his chin against Lando's neck as he noses behind Lando's ear to press a kiss to the warm skin there. Lando shivers as his voice drops into something low and almost growling. "And two, I never heard you complaining before."