#pretty nature thing

[dollythatdollgirl]

To all the space nerds and witches there’s going to be a Egg moon on 3/25/24

[good-to-drive]

All this about not getting to see John Lennon on twitter but I think the real tragedy is that Freddie Mercury never had an instagram

[mentally-ill-for-bes]

Something about the emphasis on blacksmithery in Viktor's commune.

It's not really that emphasized, but enough to let us know the principal activities in the commune are agriculture and blacksmithery. Agriculture is kinda obvious because: 1. Eating, 2. All the communities through history can establish and prosper as soon as they start agriculture systems.

However, blacksmithery isn't the same. Historically, most societies would choose easier materials to work with (wood, bricks, mud, and straw) rather than metals because molding metal is just so much riskier and harder labor (and much more time if you're using it to build houses as if the commune's case).

And I get this is a Viktor metamorphosis into a metal-organic living creature kind of reference but still. It's shown that they use organic materials for their baskets (which is the most practical option), there's nature and flowers everywhere yet still Viktor is picking the harder and less practical option (blacksmithery) to create the houses they are living in.

But it's what the little dude says to Vi. It is:

Then it has plenty of food and flowers, clean water and; for some reason, blacksmithery being a principal activity there.

Incredibly funny that y'know, despite being a scientist Jayce is still a blacksmith and for the same reason a lower house. Incredibly funny how during Progress Day Jayce himself mentions his house probably made the hammers the chairs were created with, implying that despite providing Piltover the bases for daily living blacksmithery is still overlooked. Incredibly funny how blacksmithery is one of the principal activities in Viktor's commune, literally making the houses everyone is living in despite what; I insist, is stupidly impractical.

[vintrage]

fire cannot kill a dragon BITCH

[meowiu]

bunnies ﹒ 𐙚 ˚ ﹒⟢

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[bunnieswithknives]

Thanks.

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[animeglitch]

[etherealyearning]

Asthall Manor

[gray-warden]

I just realized I never posted photos of this really pretty harvestman i came across a while back. Note the green pedipalps and the dark and light spots on its back.

[cosmicdreamgrl]

jungkook x purple for @jkvjimin 💜 [ cr: 0613data, namuspromised, @jung-koook ]

[puppppppppy]

Alex and my farmer Cosmo (he/him)

[freelanderadventures]

so we'll go, and won't look back

Photo by Federico De Angelis (Please don’t remove the credits)

[hypewinter]

Hal bent down as the little girl approached him. Even then, he still managed to tower over her with how small she was.

"Hey there little lady," he said. "Anything I can help you with this fine evening?"

The little girl looked at him anxiously, fiddling with her hands. Ok so not a nervous fan. Hal immediately switched to serious mode, scanning the crowd for anyone who could be her parents. He didn't see anyone running up to the two of them or even so much as keeping a watchful eye from a distance.

"Is something the matter?" Hal questioned, making sure to keep his voice even and calm.

The girl continued fidgeting, her big blue eyes scanning from side to side. Finally she spoke. "You wiff da space po-eece yes? Not da am-ear-ree-ca one?"

Hal smiled at the girl. "Yes, I'm with the space police." Honestly that was oversimplifying the Corps a little but he had long since gotten to citizens calling him a space cop.

The girl offered up a small nervous smile of her own. "So you won't tell da gov-ment what I tell you wight?"

Hal was on high alert now. Just what was this little girl trying to tell him? "I won't tell. I promise," he said after a second.

The girl broke into a big smile at this. "Really? Dis way den." She started tugging Hal along and he began to follow.

"Where exactly are we going?" he asked.

"You see," was all she replied.

Hal was led down a couple different alleyways and was beginning to think he was walking into a trap when they reached an abandoned building. The girl dashed in and up the old rusted stairs, with Hal following closely behind her.

If this really is a trap, I'll never hear the end of it from Batman, he thought morbidly as he cleared the last step. Instead of finding himself facing an ambush however, he saw a boy curled up on an old mattress. The girl was already by his side as Hal approached.

"Don wowee Danny, I got help. Like I said I would," he caught the little girl whispering as he knelt down next to the boy. He had to have been older than the girl. Three years older maybe? Yet he was still so small. Hal took sight of his condition. He was in pain. That much was certain by his little face scrunched up in agony and his quiet moans. He was also sweating profusely. His raven black hair sticking to his forehead. Fever maybe?

Hal continued his observations as he scanned down the boy's body until he got to his stomach. The boy was clutching it and Hal could make out blood bleeding through from underneath. Oh no.

He quickly yet carefully removed the boy's arm to get a better look at the wound. The kid let out a groan as his arm was peeled away. Hal couldn't help but thank Oa for all his training that helped prevent him from letting out a gasp.

The boy's chest was covered in blood. Dark red mixed with flecks of green soaked through his shirt and there were bandages that had been amateurishly tied around the wound.

"How did this happen?" Hal asked, turning back to the girl. He did his best to keep his tone as gentle as possible.

Her smile was gone now, and her eyes welled up with tears. "He pwotected me," she said. "Dey wanted to huwrt us. Dey shot at us. Danny pwotected me."

Anger boiled within Hal. Who would shoot at these children? They were only little kids. If what the girl had said earlier was anything to go off of, the answer had something to do with the government. He would have to take care of that later though. For now, this boy needed medical attention.

"Let's get Danny to a hospital," Hal said resolutely, as he got up.

"No!" the little girl screeched. "No has-pee-tail. Too dan-er-us!"

"But he needs-" Hal started but then he met the girl's eyes. There was abject fear in them. As if going to the hospital would be a death sentence for both children. Where else were they supposed to go though? The boy- Danny needed medical attention stat. That much was certain.

Hal paused. There was one place. He sighed. Batman was going to kill him for this.

"Okay okay. No hospital. But what about space?"

"Space?" the girl repeated.

Hal nodded.

The little girl smiled. "Danny lobes space!"

"Well then. That's perfect."

Hal constructed a new bed for the boy, carefully easing him onto it before putting a protective dome around both children. The little girl giggled as he lifted them up. He then turned to the wall where he created a giant hammer to knock it down. Then they were off. Flying higher and higher, towards the atmosphere. As the Watchtower got closer in sight, Hal couldn't help but groan. Taking civilians to the Watchtower? Oh yeah, Batman was definitely going to kill him.

[wanderlandjournal]

summer flowers

[meowiu]

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