#quality lawnmower

[greaterwestope]

Zero Turn Lawn Mowers: Maximizing Your Mowing Efficiency

Welcome to the world of zero turn lawn mowers, where efficiency meets precision in every mowing session. If you're looking to elevate your lawn care game and make your backyard the envy of the neighbourhood, then buckle up as we dive into how these small but mighty machines can revolutionise the way you approach lawn maintenance. Say goodbye to cumbersome manoeuvres and hello to effortless turns with zero turn mowers - let's get mowing!

Zero turn mowers

Zero turn mowers are the game-changer you never knew you needed in your lawn care arsenal. With their ability to literally turn on a 10 cent piece, these machines offer unparalleled manoeuvrability that allows you to navigate around obstacles with ease. No more awkward backing up and readjusting - just smooth, efficient mowing in one go.

The magic of zero turn mowers lies in their dual-wheel motors that enable each wheel to spin independently. This innovative design grants you the freedom to pivot quickly and precisely, saving you time and energy during each mow. Whether you have a small backyard or a sprawling lawn, these nimble machines can tackle any terrain with finesse.

Say goodbye to traditional lawn mowers that limit your movements and hello to the flexibility of zero turn technology. Once you experience the sheer joy of effortlessly gliding across your yard with precision and speed, there's no turning back.

Small lawn mower

Looking for a small lawn mower that packs a punch? Small but mighty, these compact mowers are perfect for manoeuvring around tight spaces and getting the job done with precision. Don't let their size fool you - small lawn mowers are equipped with powerful engines that ensure efficiency and effectiveness in cutting your grass.

Whether you have a smaller garden or just prefer a more agile mower, small lawn mowers offer convenience and ease of use. Their lightweight design makes them easy to handle, allowing you to navigate obstacles with ease. Say goodbye to struggling with bulky equipment and hello to effortless mowing.

With advancements in technology, small lawn mowers now come packed with features like adjustable cutting heights, ergonomic handles, and even mulching capabilities. These modern machines combine functionality with comfort, making your mowing experience more enjoyable than ever before.

When it comes to maintaining a well-groomed lawn with precision and efficiency, zero turn lawn mowers are the way to go. These innovative machines offer the convenience of manoeuvrability and speed that can significantly cut down on your mowing time. With their ability to navigate tight spaces and turn easily, zero turn mowers make mowing small lawns a breeze.

At the End,..

For those looking for the best lawn mower for small spaces and improving their mowing efficiency, investing in a zero turn mower is undoubtedly worth considering. Not only will you save time and effort during your lawn care routine, but you'll also achieve professional-looking results every time.

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[sskk-manifesto]

Finally got around to watching ep 11 (´；ω；｀)

[dingdangit]

i DID recently succumb to the marketing of loop earplugs and am devastated to report that they work really well

[tekniblog]

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[ohworm-writes]

「✰」 ━━ NIKOLAI HEADCANONS

RATING R - Restricted [ Content Warnings : 18+ mdni, gn!m!f!reader, strong language, alcohol mention and consumption, fluff, possible mistranslation, spider mention, smut, dom!Nikolai, sub!reader, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, masturbation, riding, hair pulling ]

SYNOPSIS Both general and romantic, safe for work and not safe for work, headcanons for, arguably, one of the most underrated Call of Duty: Modern Warfare characters to date - Nikolai. (This is my first time writing smut so any tips and feedback is greatly appreciated!)

WORD COUNT 1.2k

SAFE FOR WORK

His hands, and just his body overall, run naturally warm. Not to the point where he can be considered a "walking heater" or burning to the touch, but just exudes a constant warmness overall.

Dad-bod, no questions asked. He's not completely cut, not all hard surfaces and muscles - he's got a plush softness to him body that's equally as firm. He works out and keeps himself in shape, of course, because, granted, it's a given that comes with his profession, but he indulges himself equally as much.

He doesn't drink heavily, per se, setting a hard cut-off point for himself that he abides by like it's law, but he won't deny a drink if he's offered it. After all, drinking culture is big in Russia - he can hold his own just fine. That being said, vodka isn't his favorite, but he doesn't hate it by any means, either.

Acts of service and quality time are his love languages. He loves spending time with you whenever he can, especially considering how his profession can take him away for months and more at a time. If it's possible, you're always by his side or he's by yours. Will do anything you ask of him, too - be it chores, tasks, or anything else.

That being said, it can also be argued that giving gifts is one of his primary love languages, too. Any time he's out on a mission, he always tries to get you something from wherever he's been to - there are many perks to being a pilot, now aren't there?

He snores when he sleeps, and he sleeps heavy. Not to the point where you'd have to dump a bucket of ice water over him to wake him up, but to the point where you have to shake him vigorously to get him to slowly rouse. Sounds like a lawnmower when he snores.

His kisses are soft and slow, one hand on your waist or back, pulling you in, while the other holds your chin with such tenderness, guiding your lips to meet his, breathing out a heavy sigh as he relaxes into you.

Opts for Russian terms of endearment over English ones. It feels more personal to him, calling you something in his native tongue rather than something he hears everyone around him call their partners - it's more special to him.

Лапушка/Лапочка - Lapochka/Lapushka (sweetheart)

Любимая/Любимый - Lyubimaya/Lyubimyy (darling)

Surprisingly or not, he's actually a really good cook! He's traveled to so many places and tried so many different kinds of food so, naturally, he's learned to make them for himself. He downplays his abilities, but he looks like an absolute professional when he's in the kitchen.

When he's not away for work, he's actually quite domestic. He has a house of his own far away from everyone else in a remote little town, at least an hour or two outside of any major city. A cabin of sorts, with a place for his own little garden that he tends to (or, more accurately, which you tend to).

He even has his own little stall at the town's farmers market where he sells what he grows whenever it's ready. Everyone has so many theories about him because, honestly - why wouldn't they? A Russian man who lives at the edge of town in a big ol' house, disappearing for weeks or months at a time. It's a cause for concern.

He's so polite and he has the best manners, no question about it.

Though, to combat it, he can be quite a loose-canon. He's reckless and unethical in his methods, especially with work, but some aspects carry over to his personal and domestic life. (If there's a spider, he's pulling out his pistol first, not grabbing a book or a shoe).

He has this sarcastic, almost morbid sense of humor, smug as all hell (worse than Graves, more often than not) but he's genuinely just playful. He's a friend to everyone he meets and can easily match vibes with anyone.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK

Dominant in every sense of the word. He might let you act like you're in control from time to time, but he's quick to show you your place and has no shame in doing it.

His hands are always on you, no matter the occasion. He has to have some sort of physical contact when it comes to you. Be it a hand on the small of your back to guide you, on your shoulder to assure his presence, his leg touching yours when you sit down, a palm on your thigh as he drives.

One-hundred percent an ass man. Squeezing, slapping, spanking, groping - doesn't matter. If he can, his hand is there, no discussion.

He's an exhibitionist, easily. The risk of getting caught, whether if he's by himself or if he's with you, turns him on beyond belief - it gets his head spinning.

Helicopter sex! He's absolutely obsessed with getting you to ride him while he sits in the cockpit, holding onto your hips, fingers bruising into the skin, his legs spread wide with his jumper zipped down as far as it can go, fucking up into you as you bounce on his cock.

Jerks himself off in his helicopter too, biting down onto his fist as he fucks into his hand with purpose.

He's noisy! All grunts and growls, whispering to you how good you feel, practically narrating what he's doing sometimes.

It's a balance of praise and degradation that he gives. Sometimes it fifty-fifty, saying how you're taking him so well, like a good whore should. Sometimes it switches from one to the other (be it extremes or not) - it just depends.

Gives oral like it’s his job. Steady grip on your thighs, pushing them back and wide and buries himself between them for as long as you'll allow him to. He's so sloppy with it too, drooling and spitting all over you as he sucks you off/eats you out. (If you look close enough, you can tell it's started to bleach his beard, too).

Takes his time fucking you. He doesn't like quickies at all - if he isn't able to fuck you at the pace he wants, he isn't doing it. Now, this doesn't necessarily mean that he isn't up for hard and fast sex, but it's more so that he doesn't like time constraints.

More often than not, though, he goes slow (at least, at first), teasing you until you're begging before slowly pushing into you, dragging his cock in and out of you at an excruciating pace.

Speaking of, too, he's such a tease and he knows it.

Loves loves loves pulling and grabbing your hair, forcing you to arch your back as he pounds into you from behind relentlessly, watching the way your ass ripples with every snap of his hips.

Dumbification, too. Loves getting you all cock-drunk and fucked out to the point where you can't think for yourself, teasing you and borderline-mocking you as he slides a hand down your stomach, bringing his thumb down to your clit and making slow circles around it/grabbing the base of your cock and slowly stroking up and down it as he coos at you.

This goes hand in hand with overstimulation - loves making you cum over and over and over again until you can't think and it's too much, only to coax another orgasm out of you.

[kaiannae]

Fairy courting- Dancing

In Fairy culture, at least where the Kryn are concerned, dancing is a fundemental part of courting. The courting dances are elaborate, and the chimestry and coordination between the two dancers is thought to foretell the quality of the future match. Courting dances involve the Fairies' wings, via wing touches and movement. As such, a human is considered incapable of real courtship and ill fitting as a match. Caleb heard that and said "hold my beer". Consider this as a "What if" pic for Starling-verse. It is not considered canon as of now, and I don't know whether it will ever be. We'll have to wait and see where the story goes.

In other news, yes, I am writing as fast as I can but I don't have much free time, as real life demands my attention and the vet bills still exist and are a work in progress to get rid of. (Kitty is mending, thank any god who listens. He still looks as if he tried to fight a lawnmower and his fur is slow to grow back, but he's getting there).

The current chapter I'm working on in the time I do have has proven to be a bit challneing to write, and so I've been venting by drawing a bit of Fairy AU Shadowgast to motivate myself.

As its done, you get to see! Hopefully, the next chapter will be ready soon (It pretty much has the length required, but no good place to cut it yet, so you might get an extra long one when you get it.)

Please stay tuned.

[pokemonshelterstories]

Asking anonymously in case I get harassed over this question.

So a tree Pokémon moved into my backyard and I've noticed how it takes shelter in my veranda when it rains.

I was a bit concerned that it was dehydrated due to how dry its leaves were, and I figured that its refusal to absorb rain water was a matter of quality (acidic rain wasn't the most uncommon in my district after all), so I got some from my tap to water it with.

Oddly though, it flinched when I tried to give it water and now I think it may despise me.

I've left some Fresh Water in a bowl for it and it kind of seems to accept it, but I'm still curious why this particular tree Pokémon is so picky with water.

I do not have the most experience about taking care of Pokémon and I sure as heck don't have a green thumb either, but I'm pretty sure Grass-types should be more interested in water; it's already entry-level chemistry that plants need it for photosynthesis, and other Grass-types probably still need it for basic bodily function anyways, give or take a few exceptions, i.e. possessed lawnmowers.

Before I check with the local Pokécentre, can tree Pokémon be aquaphobic, or was that one in particular one of those succulents like Cacnea that already retain water well enough by themselves?

...out of curiosity, did it look like this?

really, though, it sounds like you have a sudowoodo on your hands. these guys disguise themselves as trees to hide from water types, because they're actually rock type and don't like water! hiding from the rain is typical behavior for sudowoodo. they're so easily confused for grass types that the grass gym leader in my town uses one on his team!

if you want to make friends with this guy, you can provide it with a covered area to get out of the rain as well a pan of sand or chalk soil, which they like to rub into their bodies.

[presidentbungus]

in a similar vein to my one post it seems generally agreed that the mercs all have individual rooms on any given base--again, for convenience, but I really think if Mann Co was any little bit the cost-cutting quality-of-life-defying motherfuckers they claim they are they'd just install a big barracks in the middle of the base with 5 bunk-beds. sometimes the mercs'll go to some stripped historic factory or whatever with a bunch of rooms and amenities and like, yeah, sure (but you'd better believe it's coming unfurnished besides some bedframes and tables because "we gave you that extra floor space for only a 55% pay cut you figure out what to do with it) but more often than not they're shipped off to dinky, actively decaying little portables constructed by mann co--and mann co frankly doesn't care about any of this 'living conditions' bullshit. everybody’s in the barracks, and everybody gets to fall asleep in the general vicinity of 8 other men who also snore like fucking lawnmowers (seriously, standinf outside’s like listening to an extremely localized earthquake), and soldier gets to narrowly avoid death every single morning as he warms up his body and voice by banging pots and pans together and singing America The Beautiful at the top of his lungs.

obviously this solution doesn’t last for long—frankly, everybody’s going even more fucking insane than they were already going, and when you’re already at a breaking point that’s obviously pretty bad. so mercs test the waters, start moving out; the two couches in the rec room are heavily contested pieces of territory, since they’re sort of like beds and more importantly are not surrounded by other beds, and are the cause of many battles and compromises; Scout figures out the bean-bag he uses to read comics is both portable and comfortable, so he sleeps on that even though every morning he wakes up and his spine feels like it’s twisted into a ball the size of a fist; Sniper has his van, and Engie has his workshop, and Medic has the lab (and also Engie’s workshop but shhh), obviously; and every base without fail gets a secret door installed somewhere overnight by private, extremely expensive contractors, and to be frank all the moving’s kind of wearing a huge hole in Spy’s pockets, though he’d rather go bankrupt than sleep around other men. they figure out their own solutions. by the end all that’s left in the barracks is Demo and Soldier (since Demo crashes hard enough to sleep through a nuke and Soldier’d probably sleep in a hole in the ground if someone pointed to it and said this is military housing)—and Heavy, too, and seven of his guns, because the empty, decomposing bunk beds are at least a little better than the gory condition of the armory. literally everyone’s backs are suffering, but they make it work. more or less. sometimes you walk into the kitchen and turn on the light and hear a crash through the doorway and turn around and sniper’s sitting there in the dark of the hallway, laying on a sleeping bag in a clump of tangled limbs, only visible by his shades faintly gleaming brown-orange in the fluorescents streaming through the doorway, like cat’s eyes. did he sleep with his sunglasses on? he’s staring at you and he almost looks offended. scout’s in the hallway somewhere and he’s talking in his sleep loud enough you can hear it through the wall. you should probably really get back to bed. this should not feel like a horror game

[skidzobrainia]

You know, I’ve heard a lot of conversation about how Turbo fast has a lot of interesting plot lines that never went anywhere, and mysteries that could be really interesting that are seemingly ignored in favor of adding more comedic episodes, but… (press read more, this is a long one!)

there seemed to be a sort of change in direction when it comes to what the show was supposed to be about, really. Or that it wasn’t really supposed to be a show about facing villains and uncovering those mysteries entirely, and the show simply wasn’t given enough time to get ready and solve those problems they vaguely hinted to in some of the more “action packed” episodes.

There’s a pretty cool interview with Chris P. that gives insight into the production of Turbo fast, where he says things about the mindset on creating the show that changed how I personally felt about it, even though I’d already watched it ~15 times in the past 11 years and felt the same each time…

The show had always been created with the goal of fleshing out the cast, particularly the rest of the crew that were left to the sidelines as purely comedy, or used as a means to develop Turbo and Chet’s story and the plot of the movie as a whole. However there was a slight change in pace during development,

I really think the best example of the change happens as early as the first episode, actually.

Crazy Fast has always been a spectacular episode of this show, that I’ve seen almost universal enjoyment of across fans whether or not they like the direction the show went in, or whether or not they even like turbo fast in the first and just prefer the movie…

It’s also one of the strangest episodes in the series when compared to tone of the rest of them.

CF could be described as a more action-comedy focused episode, but there are actually plenty of those in the series (Turbo Drift is a particularly well received example in this case, which I and others agree is an episode that reaches similar quality of CF, which is certainly helped by its similar 22 minute runtime as opposed to being a segmented 11 min double episode like the rest of the series.) Yet, not many actually keep the same “vibes” even so.

I believe the difference between even the more action focused episodes and ESPECIALLY the comedic focused episodes and how they changed fan’s enjoyment and the quality of the writing (especially for the characters) can be best observed through Turbo, who can be argued to be the main protagonist of the series, and franchise as a whole.

If you’ve read this far i’d be really hopefully that you’ve at least watched the movie Turbo, and at least seasons 1 and 2 of Turbo Fast. (I’d be really surprised if you haven’t actually. Why are you here?)

While this is a post about the show, It’s kind of impossible to talk about Turbo’s character without briefly explaining his personality in the movie and how it transferred, changed and evolved going into the show.

In the movie, Turbo is an incredibly stubborn yet optimistic sort of guy. Quite literally doing things that could most definitely end in his death (see: lawnmower scene) just because he holds the genuine belief and hope that he can do it.

He is also sarcastic, rude even the slightest bit egotistical at times, a notable example being him laughing at Whiplash and the rest of the crew (which, at that point he was not yet a part of) because he believes himself to be somewhat better than them because they’re slow… only to be immediately humbled lol.

During Crazy Fast (which, I’ll from now on refer to as CF) , he retains these traits, just shows them in different ways!

Ironically, he also gets pretty humbled in this episode, like, multiple times, as he learns that his way isn’t really always the best way. We see another example of how despite his optimism (and, in a negative sense, his stubbornness) being one of his defining traits, it isn’t always impenetrable. His belief that he can overcome everything becomes a negative thing as he accepts Hardcase’s challenge without really any other choice, which puts everyone in danger.

A new trait that I personally did not see very much, if at all in the movie is that Turbo is also incredibly naive in this show. partially due to his default mode of thinking everything is gonna go as planned, and brazen (sometimes egotistical) belief that He’s Got This, (he doesn’t got it, fyi) and the fact that he is incredibly inexperienced as a racer.

His naivety is a very good example of taking traits that Turbo already possessed and amplifying them both to flesh out his character by highlighting parts about him the movie didn’t introduce itself, and to create more opportunities for comedic situations!

However during later seasons, particularly late season 2 and all of season 3, the shift in focus on writing for the show drastically changed how turbo’s traits were expressed…

Sure, it was definitely funny. But even when I was the age of 7 years old watching this show instead of my pathetically elderly 17, I could notice that it wasn’t really the Turbo I loved seeing on the screen.

he seemed… kind of stupid!

His optimism was still there, but he became so optimistic and naive that he lacked skepticism even when faced with obvious opposition, things he consistently took as a trigger to shift his opinion or even get mad at, seem nonexistent for the sake of moving the plot along. It drastically changes him to create room for stories that yes, while funny, lose any comedic value they might have had because it shouldn’t even be happening to happen in the first place, or at least not in the way it’s played out, because he just wouldn’t respond to the situation that way.

That isn’t always a bad thing, however! Sometimes characters have to do things they wouldn’t normally do. That’s kind of the entire point of creating new scenarios and episodes. If none of those things happened then it would kind of be an incredibly boring show, not funny or good at all.

It’s the way that the characters react under these situations that sort of make or break it, whether you’re trying to make the audience laugh, or any other emotion you aim to convey through your episodes.

While still flawed, a well executed example of pushing Turbo’s traits in a situation he wouldn’t normally allow is Adopt-A-Toad, which is an episode in the middle of season 1.

An awfully executed example is The Snailman, which embodies a lot of Turbo being uncharacteristically stupid… There are a lot more cases similar to The Snailman in this show rather than Adopt-A-Toad, unfortunately.

I’ve asked around in a Turbo fandom discord server people’s opinions about the show and gained a few common opinions about these changes, especially in character personalities and general “flanderisation.”

For starters, most people (including me) don’t actually have a problem with the fact that the show isn’t always racing or story focused. The characters and their shenanigans they get up to are what people watch the show for, and that interest aligns pretty well with the goal of production and the creation of the show in general. The purpose has always been to flesh out the characters and world these little snails would live in.

What people do have a problem with is how the characters almost entirely change from how they were established both in the movie and in the beginnings of the show in ways that do not make sense in order to be “funny.” When oftentimes, it doesn’t really work too much in later episodes, as it’s so extreme.

Common complaints on that front are about Turbo, Skidmark, and Burn, who most people agree are the worst victims of flanderisation throughout the series. (An honorable mention is Whiplash, and I’d personally add on Chet and Hardcase as well, although Hardcase less so as he is the only one of these picks who originates from the show and not the movie.)

Some claim and have problems with the fact that, despite the show’s focused on fleshing out characters, they didn’t actually get fleshed out all too much?! Some were given backstories or information about themself that either never went anywhere or were very, very one off jokes. Most complain about Whiplash and his mysterious past mentor, Breakneck which we never learned too much about, and the fact that some members of the crew weren’t really given as much care as he was, and his was never resolved…

Personally I don’t actually have a problem with the whole Breakneck incident and never finding out what it is. To me, it seems like the purpose of it was to serve as a “hint,” a real thing that happened, while also being a joke. And it succeeded! Whiplash and Breakneck’s past and current dynamic is still treated seriously, and the joke probably would’ve been ruined had they actually said or shown what the incident was, but I can also agree with the fact that it would be pretty awesome to learn what happened.

One thing I undeniably agree with is that the rest of the crew, including Turbo and Chet who we know the most about, do have incredibly missed potential when it comes to their own stories. Like previously mentioned, many are relegated to jokes (I.e. Skidmark, whom of which has a few jokes referencing his family that range from really, really funny to nobody likes this episode and never comes back to rewatch it, so 99% of people don’t even remember that Skidmark said that, and also Why the hell does he hate his dad so much??)

Smoove is probably one of the best characters when it comes to “giving them things other than being in the crew,” what with his little brother and everything to do with that, which I won’t be getting too much into because I want to make a post about Buster EVENTUALLY…

People are also pretty sad about the fact that certain villains never really get to return, particularly F.A.J.I.T.A, who I am also incredibly bummed about never getting any more screen time despite them being so, so interesting… but I suspect that it has less to do with the way the show changed and more we just didn’t get enough runtime to actually go about them again.

Regardless of the direction F.A.S.T. went, and all its shortcomings, it’s still a show that really changed my life. I made this post because I cannot stfu about racing snails…. Maybe there’s an alternate universe out there where all of our problems were addressed…

Also. Yes, I am aware this show is for 14 year olds.. but like, I noticed all of this while watching when I was 9. If 9 year old me had the mind to I am sure he would also be making long ass tumblr posts about it.

Thanks 4 readinggg

[cobwebcorner]

ok I know it's just a staple of horror games these days but every time I run into a bunch of mannequins in a game it throws me right out of it. It gives me too many questions. Why are they there? Why are there so many?

if you don't work in fashion design/tailoring/some other profession related to clothing, then you're probably not going to have even one mannequin, let alone a whole room full of them. They're not cheap! No they're not the most expensive thing in the world but we're talking anywhere between $45-$330 a pop, depending on quality. And you got a whole room full of them? So you can *checks notes* jumpscare Joe Schmoe who has automatonophobia and happened to wander in off the street?

(I'm looking at you, Baker family! You could have used that money to buy Jack a new lawnmower but noooo, instead you had to have a whole attic crammed with mannequins you don't use)

at some point I guess everyone just agreed that mannequins are scary, the same way everyone decided clowns are scary (after stephen king's It first came out), but it does nothing for me. Hmm yep that sure is a tool people use for displaying or tailoring clothing. Mmhmm yeah you got me it kinda looked like a whole group of people were in here for the half-second before the light turned on. $3000 dollars well spent.

[calebwittebane]

gaia update!

her next appointment is later today, still monitoring the new tumor before we decide on the next step... sure hope this time chemo ends up being enough, i really dont want her to have to go thru yet another surgery. its a risk every time for an older cat like her. plus its in a difficult spot this time, close to ligaments and stuff. also, and i know its a strange thing to say, in this case her loving me so much actually constitutes something a problem... she fully wakes up the second she hears my voice or smells my presence, when it wouldve been better for her to sleep off the nausea and grogginess for a little longer 😭 but at the same time i dont wanna wait longer to pick her up because i know she'd be very very upset to wake up while i wasn't there. babyyyy

right now shes feeling and looking okay though. she got some anti-inflammatory shots on monday to help with her teefies, cuz her gums had been hurting (probably its cuz her immune system aint doing so hot rn), and it really helped. she ate a LOT yesterday and seemed really content about it. full tummy gaia :) the problem with her and her teeth is that it's kind of a recurring issue, once again probably stemming from her immune system getting kinda overwhelmed, and it makes it hard for her to eat her kibble (even if the bikkies are small, and soaking them isn't an option because she will NOT touch soggy bikkies even if she's very hungry). while id love to just switch her to wet food full time, that makes her poops very soft (very bad news for her and her funny furry pantaloons) and i... dont have the budget for it... i wouldnt give her and amity anything with a vague ingredients list and without stellar reviews, and high quality wet food in the "full meals every day" quantity is just not something i can afford. so she gets a nice spoonful of her favorite wet food (or canned tuna! she loooooves tuna) after taking her meds and thats it. i love that since its a reward for swallowing her pills, and amity gets the wet food too, amity always stands close and bonks gaia beforehand, like she's encouraging her and saying good luck... amity has been very nice to gaia in general lately. i mean she's still a bit of a nuisance to her, just because their personalities clash a little, but shes been trying hard to be very gentle. i loooooove amity's new habit of kissing gaia's paws. it's so sweet and adorable... thats right amity, your big sister is very fancy and chic, with dainty pawsies that need to be kissed!

she's also been very playful, which is good. she's got energy! and a new favorite toy, once again its part of a larger toy amity customized for herself (ripped parts off of) and it's this soft fuzzy orb thing. she's also been a little whiny, but i'm pretty sure that's just her complaining about the heat, it's not uncommon for her in summertime. she feels better when the fan is pointing at her. oh and she hates the lawnmowers outside... i dont wake up from the noises i wake up from her yelling at the noises ajdhfbxkdj. shes so annoyed.

wish it were easier to get a pet groomer appointment in this doggone town. a lion cut would definitely help her cope with the temperatures. plus knowing how funny she looks when her fur is wet id love to see her BALD she would look soooo funny. all the places with good reviews are always fully booked though it seems. swear to god this is all such a scam, Back In My Day if your cat was in surgery you could ask the vet to go ahead and give them a lion cut while they were still under anesthesia lmao. my own clippers just don't work with her fur either, it's too fine and soft. the cons of being a fluffy cloud... a toasted meringue angel... a lovely tiramisu girl... a silly baby s'more... a caramel frappucino princess...

[zinbu]

Name: Adrien “Axel” Leclerc

Age: 26

Occupation: Mechanic, Tattoo Artist (Side Job)

Nationality: French

Vehicle: Old Beetle

Background:

Adrien Leclerc, known by his friends and clients as “Axel,” was born in the industrious outskirts of Marseille, France. His early years were spent immersed in the world of machinery, courtesy of his father, who was an amateur mechanic. From a young age, Axel was fascinated by engines and the intricate workings of machines. His father’s garage became his playground, where he learned to disassemble and reassemble everything from lawnmowers to old cars.

Axel’s passion for cars became evident when he inherited his father’s aging Volkswagen Beetle. Determined to restore it, he poured his heart and soul into the project, turning the dilapidated vehicle into a gleaming classic. This Beetle, now a symbol of his craftsmanship and dedication, remains Axel’s prized possession.

Relationship with Little Moon:

Axel’s relationship with Little Moon is marked by a blend of tough love and genuine care. When Little Moon attempted to steal from him, Axel saw beyond the youngen's actions and recognised the potential for growth. Rather than resorting to punishment, he offered him a job at his tattoo studio, giving him a chance to redeem himself. Their interactions often involve playful ribbing and mutual respect, with Axel acting as a mentor and a protective figure.

Career:

Axel’s primary role as a mechanic reflects his lifelong love for cars. His workshop, nestled in Marseille, is a sanctuary where the scent of motor oil mingles with the loud strains of rock and metal music. It’s a place where Axel’s skills are on full display, whether he’s repairing a classic car or customising a high-performance engine. His side job as a tattoo artist allows him to channel his creative energy into intricate designs, making his studio a popular destination for those seeking both artistry and personal connection.

Likes:

Classic Cars: Axel’s restored Beetle is just one of many classic cars he adores. He frequently attends car shows and auctions, always on the lookout for rare and unique finds.

Rock/Metal Music: Axel’s love for rock and metal music is unwavering.

Tattoos: Axel’s own body is covered in tattoos, each one symbolising a significant event or personal milestone in his life.

Tobacco: Smoking is a longstanding habit for Axel. He often takes breaks with a cigarette in hand, a habit that contributes to his distinctive scent.

Cooking: Axel is a talented cook, specialising in French cuisine. His ratatouille and coq au vin are well-loved by his friends and family.

Biking (not motorcycles): Although he dislikes motorcycles, Axel enjoys leisurely rides on his bicycle, particularly on scenic routes or along coastal paths.

Vintage Music Equipment: Axel has a collection of rare vinyl records and vintage music equipment, which he treasures for their history and sound quality.

Dislikes:

Motorcycles: Axel harbours a strong aversion to motorcycles, stemming from a traumatic accident involving a close friend.

Dishonesty: He values honesty and integrity deeply, finding deceit and dishonesty unacceptable.

Noise Complaints: While he enjoys loud music, Axel has little patience for neighbours who complain about the noise.

Fast Food: Axel prefers home-cooked meals over fast food, finding the latter lacking in quality and taste.

Overly Modern Technology: While he embraces useful technology, Axel is skeptical of overly complex gadgets that complicate rather than simplify life.

Crowded Places: Axel finds crowded environments stressful and overwhelming, preferring quieter, more serene settings.

Unnecessary Small Talk: He values meaningful conversations and finds superficial small talk tiresome and unproductive.

Personality Traits:

Loyal and Protective: Axel is fiercely loyal to those he cares about, often going to great lengths to support and protect them.

Hardworking: His dedication to his work, whether as a mechanic or a tattoo artist, is evident in everything he does.

Creative: Axel’s creativity is evident in both his mechanical work and his tattoo designs, blending technical skill with artistic expression.

Grumpy but Soft-Hearted: Though he may come across as gruff, those close to him know that Axel has a deeply compassionate and caring nature.

Secrets:

Past Love: Axel once had a deeply significant romantic relationship that ended in heartbreak, which has shaped his cautious approach to love and relationships.

Hidden Talent: Axel is a skilled guitarist, a talent he keeps private and uses as a personal escape when he’s alone in his garage.

Fun Facts:

Signature Smell: Axel is known for his distinctive scent of motor oil and tobacco, which has become a part of his identity.

Unique Tattoos: His body is covered in tattoos, each with its own story or significance, including a few secret designs known only to him.

Secret Recipe: Axel’s homemade ratatouille is a closely guarded family recipe, often a hit at gatherings with friends and family.

Collector: He has an eclectic collection of vintage car parts and rock band memorabilia, each piece holding sentimental value and telling a story.

Cooking Skills: Axel’s cooking skills extend beyond French cuisine; he is also adept at making traditional dishes from other cultures.

Music Enthusiast: Axel owns a collection of rare vinyl records and vintage music equipment, a hobby he indulges in during his downtime.

Community Involvement: Despite his gruff exterior, Axel is actively involved in local community events, often volunteering his mechanical skills or organizing charity car shows.

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #85A

I’ve come back from the future to warn you that today’s Brain Curd is incredibly lazy! It’s so lazy, in fact, that if my calculations are correct, it could have caused a rift in the time-space continuum! We simply cannot have that, so here is another Curd to balance the equation!

“What’s that?” Nessa asked, having just walked into the kitchen. Instead of coffee in the pot, there was a mysterious green glowing liquid.

“Oh, that?” Beatrice answered. “That’s tea that makes you go back in time to the day you were born.”

“Huh?”

“When you drink it, you go back to when you were a baby coming out of your Mom in the hospital.”

“How is that possible?”

“It’s the miracle of life, Ness, it’s perfectly normal.”

“No, I mean the tea.”

“I brewed it from these leaves.” Beatrice pointed at the tin. “See?”

Nessa picked up the tin and read the label: “Tea That Sends You Back To When You Were A Little Baby (Exiting The Womb).”

“This really doesn’t clear anything up,” she said.

“Read the ingredients.”

Nessa turned it around. “But the ingredients just say the same thing.”

“It’s very high quality stuff. Quite pure.”

“Does it really work?”

“I have no idea. I sure hope so, since I spent my rent money on it.”

“You what?!?” Nessa panicked. “We’ll get evicted!”

“I figured that wouldn’t be a problem since I’m going back to being a little baby and the doctor will spank my butt to make sure I start breathing and stuff. And then I just live off of milk for a while which is way cheaper for me.”

“Wait, it turns you into a baby? You don’t just go and watch?”

“No way, dude, that would be creepy. That’s my mom, I don’t wanna see that.”

“Do you, like… just stay that way?”

“Ness, do you not know how babies work? They grow up. They get bigger, you know. Start eating solid food, stuff like that.”

“So you don’t come back?”

“I mean, not until I grow up and move in with you again.”

“Hmmm…” Nessa rubbed her chin. “I have an idea. When you turn back into a baby, do you keep your memories?”

“The salesman didn’t mention it. Only one way to find out!” Beatrice chugged a whole cup of the stuff in one swig. Her pupils dilated and she started vibrating like a semi truck traveling eighty-eight miles an hour sideways. She spasmed, breathed in deeply, and looked over at Nessa.

Nessa waved her hand in front of Beatrice’s face. “You okay?”

“Deja Vu, dude…”

“What?”

“I swear I’ve had this tea before.”

“But did you remember anything when you went back to being a baby?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Not until I drank the tea again.”

“What?”

“This is… so, like… it’s hard to explain, but I, like, feel like I did everything else once, but I drank the tea twice. Does that make sense?”

“So you didn’t remember anything. Shoot.” Nessa rubbed her forehead. “There goes my plan to get the rent money.”

“What was that?” Beatrice asked.

“Invest in Apple back in the 90s.”

“I can give it another shot.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s no biggie. I wanted to live my life again anyway.”

Beatrice poured another cup and chugged it, once again looked like she was riding a lawnmower down a cliff, and took a deep breath.

“Damn, dude.” She said, coming to.

“What?”

“This stuff tastes awful.”

“Did it work?”

“Nah, I tried to buy stocks but I was six so I didn’t have any money.”

“Shit. Now what?”

“There’s a little bit left. Maybe if you drink it, it’ll be just enough to take you back to the beginning of this conversation and we can try again.”

“It’s worth a try, I guess,” Nessa said, shrugging, as she poured the remainder of the pot down her throat. She blinked and all of a sudden found herself slightly disoriented, walking through the doorway to the kitchen holding a mug. She looked at it in her hand and figured she must have come out for coffee.

“What’s that?” Nessa asked, having just walked into the kitchen. Instead of coffee in the pot, there was a mysterious green glowing liquid.

“Oh, that?” Beatrice answered. “That’s tea that makes you go back in time to the day you were born.”

[dandyfelines]

Boats

Fanfiction for Day 3: Boats of @donro-week!

Shape of Change

As he pushed his cart down the street, Gyro Gearloose spotted a curiosity in the front yard of 1313 Webfoot Walk. 

Donald Duck sat on the grass folding a paper boat. 

In fact, he surmised, given the sprinkle of scattered paper boats strewn around him, he had been folding them for some time.

Gyro was of an investigative disposition, so he abandoned his cart of tinkerings and gadgets to uncover the mental mechanisms behind the paper-folding mania.

This sheet of paper had Donald bound in an unblinking transfixation. His tongue stuck out in concentration as he folded it. In this state, the usual nuisances of squirrels chattering above him or the hiss of nextdoor neighbour Jones' lawnmower seemed to roll off his bubble of hyperfocus. He could commit his mind to any little oddity, and that quality always endeared him to Gyro.

He made a cacophony of his entry, knocking the mailbox and exclaiming, "Morning, Donald!"

Donald perked up at Gyro's arrival, as he always did, and waved at him. "Hiya, Gyro!"

“What have we here?” He eyed Donald's fingers pressing a crease into the sheet of paper, folding two symmetrical halves.

With a smug grin that betrayed his bemusement, Donald said, "Why, these things? They are called paper boats."

For the sake of theatrics, Gyro sighed. He joined him in the grass, smiling despite himself. "Very funny. But what for? Helping the kids' with a school project, perhaps?"

Donald's face of cheer unmasked into something morose. "No, I just wanted to get out of the house. A lot has been going on, and it's overwhelming." He flopped backwards into the grass. The paper boat tumbled out of his grasp, joining the rest in becoming bright white lawn ornaments.

Gyro waved a fresh sheet pinched between his fingers and let it rustle. "Shall I take over on boat-making while you rest?"

A single thumbs up popped out from the grass. 

So he started folding, flipping, creasing the sheet of paper with the press of two fingers, hearing it schliff. He transported himself to a time of short desks, tall teachers, and recesses spent in the library, all to access the long-buried knowledge of how to fold a paper boat. No memory was perfect, of course, but eventually, he had a crooked paper boat cupped in his two hands. Some corners stuck out in places and others were dulled by fold retakes. Asymmetry defined each face.

He turned to show his creation of irregular polygons to Donald, who had already sat up with crossed arms and a smug look on his face. Presumably, he had made Gyro’s earnest attempt to create a paper boat into a tragic spectacle.

"Hey, you," Gyro grunted. Possessed by a mischievous urge to get back at the little duck, spurred on by whimsy, he balanced the misshapen boat atop his bill.

It immediately toppled downwards.

Donald snickered, and then there they were. Two adults playing in the grass making paper boats. Donald quacked in laughter, and it wasn’t that amusing, really, but he replayed the moment the boat fell off his beak and maybe it was a little bit funny, so Gyro started laughing too. And was there anything better than sharing a little chortle together on a sunny morning?

When the laughter bubbled down, Donald said, "It's alright."

"Hm?"

Donald picked up a blank sheet. "Folding paper shapes is hard. Surprisingly hard. It requires a lot of attention and precision, and at first it felt like I couldn't ever do it well."  His hands worked deftly as he continued, "The boat looks so different from a flat piece of paper, and I'm not very good at visualising how each fold affects the shape. But, you know? I took it little by little. Even though I don't see how, I have to trust that each fold matters." Presented in two hands, he held a freshly made paper boat with crisp edges and clean faces.

“I see we’re not really talking about paper boats, are we.”

Donald tilted his head with a smile and looked at him teasingly. “Nah, I was talking about paper boats.” He set the new one down on the grass. 

Gyro chuckled. “If you say so.” They were, after all, surrounded by paper boats.

"But… I do feel better. The mess indoors has got nothing on me." Donald flexed an arm for emphasis and winked.

Right then, a curiosity struck at his heart.

Gyro leaned forwards and nuzzled the tip of his beak into Donald’s cheek feathers. 

They were soft. Donald leaned into the preening and it filled him with warmth, the kind he felt when they shared a hug, he supposed. The moment passed as quickly as it arose, and mid-morning air filled the gap between them. 

Donald moved to stand up, but his legs trembled. For a second, he inhaled, waiting for something to be released, but he only expelled a breath. Then, he smiled brightly at Gyro and extended his hand out to him.

Naturally, he took it. 

“I’ll help you clean up the yard.”  That was all that needed to be said.

Gyro assessed the task ahead. There were many paper boats littered around the grass. Still, he couldn’t imagine the yard without them after everything that had transpired. It must’ve meant something to Donald, because he kept sneaking glances back at Gyro. He didn’t know the shape of this change, or what it meant. But for now, he simply picked up each boat, one at a time.

QOTD: What's your favourite thing about Donald Duck?

If I had to pick one thing, it's his perseverance. In pretty much every iteration of Donald Duck, he doesn't give up when it's his big moment. He'll come close to it, of course, but at the end of the day he pulls through. He doesn't succeed all the time, but that's what makes him remarkably relatable and admirable. This quality is tied with the fact that he is a family-oriented person. I think Donald is at his most charming and likable when his loyalty and love for family is at the forefront.

[fartbox600]

I would love to hear ur kuro thoughts and hcs and fanfic recs sometime!

oh boy i have so many… hmm hm mhm ok

PART ONE: thoughts

controversial opinion!! i don’t think the undertaker is related to vincent/frances/o!ciel/misc. at least not by blood, but obviously there was something going on with claudia. but i feel like atp in the manga we would’ve had something more to hint at it like we did with the 2 ciels theory.

uh uh uh i literally almost shat myself when doll came back because WHAT! i missed her sm but i thought like… there was no way for her to come back?? but she’s here :) she’ll probably end up dead or getting snake killed though. finny is probably safe in terms of making it to the end of the manga

they should have killed off bard. i love him he’s one of my favorite characters but i’m tired of the manga not having any REAL stakes. either that or i’ve just been watching too much attack on titan/game of thrones recently. but idk killing off bard would have been ROUGH like woah, that’s a key piece to o!ciels success just gone. it would have balanced out the ‘win’ that o!ciel got with meyrin and ran mao

the chapters are WAYYY too short... like decrease the quality of the work to make more or take longer to release longer chapters pls and thanks. not every panel has to be this beautiful thing it can b a bit rough yana pls….. waiting on new chapters is GRUEEEEELING LIKE GRUELING. don’t get me even started on the last chapter bc what was THAT??? that was literally nothing like nothing, at all. the last two/three chapters should have been just one

PART TWO: headcanons

ronald died due to dick in lawnmower and that technically counted as offing himself bc it was 100% his fault

sebastian can taste food like a person can he’s just 1. not used to it 2. an asshole

o!ciel on multiple occasions has swiped everything off his desk, called sebastian into his room, and made him pick everything up and put it back EXACTLY where it was and if sebastian fucks it up o!ciel makes him start over

finny wasn’t allowed inside the manor for 2 weeks after he got his head stuck between the bannisters

lizzys favorite color is green

PART THREE: fanfic recs

so tbh i don’t consume a lot of fanfic for kuro just because filtering out all the garbage cuts out MOST fics on ao3, and i wouldn’t touch wattpad with a ten foot pole (i’m too lazy to figure out ff.net)

some fics i enjoy that you probably already know about are:

Coattails by @pain-in-the-butler

this is literally classic kuro fanfic like this is THEE fanfic for this fandom (but it’s highly likely you know this) i have a huge special interest in late victorian history in general so i very much appreciate the lengths the author goes to to make things feel authentically victorian :)

New Life; Cool Life by Rhonda

it’s very interesting and special to me !! it’s pretty dark but not terribly so, and it has some great character exploration for grelle and o!ciel. very au but feels like canon characters

Front Page News by TheArchaeologist

i like fics where sebastian gets the crap knocked out of him. great ensemble fic with focus on the servants :)

Staring Contest by BrainExhaustionGodStan

focus on bard but just a SMIDGE of dadbastian which is great

One is One, and All Alone by @pain-in-the-butler

oh my god another banger fic by my favorite kuro author wow. this one is a cool little snippet of r!ciel and o!ciel if they ended up going to weston. rlly cute very wholesome but with some angst ! but it’s hurt/comfort

[sunset-synthetica]

Czech dubs from like. 30-40 years ago are so good. the lip syncing was shitty and sometimes the audio quality sucked but the voices were alive. it felt real and honest and like the voice actors were actually there, in that situation.

the first Die Hard movie stands out to me because it's like. the peak example of this. godawful lip sync but good, honest delivery.

and nowadays you have perfect, crisp audio quality and the sentences stretch on and get unnecessary filler words or stop in awkward places so they can match the character's mouth movements and the voices are so fucking fake and plastic. it feels uncomfortable. it takes me out of the experience because it's so clear it's just a guy sitting alone in a booth reading lines out loud instead of like. actually fucking acting. motherfucker you're a voice ACTOR and yet you're somehow putting less emotion into the delivery than into a god damn advert for a fucking lawnmower.