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[the-person-of-the-screen]

Snow

Soft dirt with grass

Forest floor

Smooth rockslabs

Ice

Wet sand

Sand

Average dirt

Cracked dirt

Wet dirt

Mud

Sharp rocks

[mtbswitzerland]

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[boneswhisper]

I'll never understand my home town.

there were six businesses, that no matter what, no one was allowed inside, yet they still were in businesses. an old warehouse with rockslabs piled haphazardly out front and a smiley face on the side, I only saw an old large man wearing the same blue jeans, red flannel and black dress shoes, he drove a pickup, no one ever knew his name. there was a home that was rotten and falling over, I always saw black shapes going by the windows, I was labeled crazy. there was a super old abandoned school what looked like it was ripped out of a DC movie, it had fought fore six times, the outside was covered in graffiti, twice I saw a black goat with fire spilling from its mouth, there was only two known goats in all of the town, owned by my great aunte, they were white and tan with brown eyes, both of them. a voice called out to me most nights a week, it would call my name loud enough to shake my house, only I could hear it, it followed me. when I slept with the door open a tall man in a black suit would watch me sleep, he was very pale and his arms were disproportionately long. when the door was closed a man in a trench coat would hide behind my book shelf. when the window was uncovered I would see faces I cant describe that watched me. when it was covered I could still feel their gaze. I could never sleep without a blanket, even when it was in the middle of summer, I woke to vomit from the heat often. my school never questioned why I would vomit some morning, or why I often when to the nurse from a bleeding nose. she never questioned me, no one did. I was alone, always alone, I can still feel the cold gazes of not real people from my school, they watch me. they hated me, me who could see what they refused to see. I was protected, but so unsafe

[prairieraven]

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[rock2wrap]

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[haveyoueverseenoneinnature]

You balance comfortably on the blade’s edge between awake and asleep.

Eridan is surrounding you, not even vaguely ashamed of how touchy he’s being. His touch lingers longer than it’s needed, leaving featherbeast-bumps on your skin. You let him touch your bare neck and belly without protest, exhaustion serving as a suitable substitute for trust.

He seems enamored by your body; your mutation must be a novelty that even a seadweller would be fascinated by. Or disgusted, when the newness of your blood ran dry.

The thought has attempted to nudge its way into your thinkpan more than few times since Eridan’s having rescuing, a conscious anxiety towards the unreadable ticking clock on your bloodpush.

You’re starting to realize that worrying about the future is a strange novelty when you’ve always had to focus on surviving the present.

You wake up like starch-cake syrup comes out of the bottle: in little bits with no sense of hurry.

The first time, your eyes don’t even open. You’re immensely comfortable, and the cool something surrounding you spells out “Safety” in your thinkpan like bubble-wrap and a suit of armor.

You curl your limbs inward a little tighter, your arms clutching the comfortable coolness like a fresh-hatched with their lusus. That feels good, your brain sleepily notices. You fumble to get your legs lodged around the feeling too. When you’re done, you fall back under without a further thought.

The second time, you wake to the unmistakable feeling of being watched. You feel a faint twinge of annoyance at that, because whatever you’re floating in is as comfortable as ever; opening your eyes seems an excessive labor.

You keep your eyes closed and stubbornly feign sleep.

But the itching feeling on your eyelids doesn’t relent, and as your foggy thinkpan becomes more awake, you seem to remember the dangers of being watched.

Your eyes open, and then immediately close again in a flinch.

The coolness surrounding you grips you under the arms and thrusts you to the surface. Hands, you register.

Staring down Eridan Ampora while sitting buck-naked in a too-big recooperacoon is a far weirder situation than your thinkpan is equipped to deal with on a short notice.

A moment passes and then he’s howling, hunched over and feigning wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

“It’s not that funny.” You say, mostly because you’re at a loss at what else to do. Eridan just laughs harder.

“You, you-“ He struggles to get out the words between snickers. “You opened your-hmmph, opened your eyes...in the sopor!” He flicks his claws towards his eyes and suppresses another cackle.

“I don’t usually do that.” You say, which is immediately evident as being the worst defense possible.

“Of course you don’t, Kar.” He replies playfully. You don’t reply.

You’re looking at Eridan, really looking, and sure, you’d seen him without glasses plenty of times, he liked to take them off when on the husktop, but it’s weird seeing him without his hair gel or his rings. His hair appears to develop loose ringlets when wet, and they crowd out the dignified angles of his face.

Maybe if you ignored the gills, let the curls round him out, kept his mouth closed-

Well. Maybe he could even look like someone you would know.

You get the urge to playfully flip his purple streak over his face, but your arms are still mostly numb and buried in sopor and he’s so tall that you dismiss the thought.

Eridan is now leaning against his side of the recooperacoon, watching you silently.

The pleasant cloudiness is evaporating from your thinkpan and the situation becomes increasingly unbearable as it does.

You try to instinctively hide in your clothes, only to be reminded of your own lack of them.

Everything below your biceps is still in the sopor, deep in a sluggish numbness. The disconnect is disconcerting, between your head and your body. Maybe it could be pleasant if you grew accustomed to it, but right now you feel like the captain of a punctured vessel, losing soldiers to the void of space every moment.

Eridan smiles, and there’s something sharp behind it. You don’t meet his eyes. You imagine yourself looking up, and him cutting into you, you bleeding and falling to pieces without him ever moving his claws.

He’s running his claws gently over the top layer of your hair. You know it’ll stick up ever more than usual at that, covered in cooling slime, but Eridan doesn’t seem to care. A kiss is pressed to the top of your skull.

Your eyes dart upwards for a split second, just long enough to see the pearly flash of his teeth as his licks his lips clean.

The shark’s grin he gives you when he catches you glancing leaves no doubt to his intentions. You get the urge to dive under the slime (There’s definitely enough of it, you don’t think you ever used this much in a half-sweep) and never rise. But there’s a nervous fear settling into your thinkpan, a memory of you opening your eyes and his arms hooking you, pulling you up-

Eridan seems to be in an exceptionally good mood. He swings himself over the side of the recooperacoon in one motion, and you avert your eyes to avoid looking at his lower half. You don’t have to look at him to know he’s rolling his eyes.

There’s a type of smooth carpeting around the coon’, and it soaks up the sopor that Eridan’s departure leaves. The greenish color fades into white, becoming immaculate again.

There must be a recycling process, a sort of chamber underneath where the sopor is gathered and reused. It’s the fanciest fucking thing you hadn’t known existed. In your hive, you had just stepped into an old metal pan and dumped it back in after wringing as much as possible from your hair and skin to reuse.

The drones couldn’t have built it, couldn’t have built anything in this ship, you realize.

Everything Eridan had was a million tiny pieces put together, a far cry from the concrete hives that had dotted the plains of your life.

You imagine tiny gray hands carving and welding and polishing; when you swaddle yourself in a towel and step out of the coon, your thinkpan conjures the prick of tiny bones against your feet.

You notice Eridan’s wandered into an adjacent room. The doorway casts a sliver of white light on the floor, dissolving back into darkness before it reaches your corner of the room.

It’s your first moment alone since Ascension day, without Eridan’s gaze on your skin.

You unwrap the towel to scrub the slime from your skin and hair, taking advantage of the moment of privacy. Afterwards, you wring the towel into the carpet, watching it disappear.

As you step into the light of the doorway where Eridan had disappeared, the change in light makes your vision sting. The daze of the sopor is staying past its due in your limbs and thinkpan.

You lean against the doorway, blinking in the light and feeling the cool shock of tile underneath your walkpads. You take in the ablution block, noting with unease that you didn’t recognize at least half the devices strewn about the block.

Eridan is whistling and palming gel into his hair. His rings are scattered across the rockslab like veins of gold in a glittering cliff-face.

“Kar!” He beams into his own reflection in the reflection disk, or perhaps at the other you he sees in the background of the image.

You linger, frozen, in the doorway. The bright lights reflect off the twinkling surface of the block, imparting the feeling of being a hoofbeast in the headlights of an impending shuttle.

He waits for a moment before drumming his nails on the rockslab and huffing petulantly.

Eridan has contorted his face into a caricature of pitiful need. He widens his eyes and implores your presence with his hands.

Eridan pulls you towards him and clutches you like he’s trying to become one. His chin is nestled in the messy nest of your hair and his arms absorb you into his chest. Through his thin shirt, you can feel his cool epidermia, the layers of muscle, his ribs, and rising to the surface of it all, the beat of his bloodpusher against your cheek. It beats at an icy fever pace to the pattern of your tremulous breath.

“You’re going to havve to be on your owwn for a wwhile today.” Eridan mumbles reluctantly into your hair. His tone seems to suggest that incredulously, he guinely considers moment not in your abrasive presence despicable prospect.

You think, not for the first time, that Eridan must be batshit fucking crazy. Maybe all highbloods were. It actually seemed pretty likely, now that you thought about the highbloods you had known.

There isn’t a thrill at the prospect of time alone, of being on a looser leash for a while. There’s mostly just more of that leaden feeling making itself a hive in your guts. Eridan’s a seadweller, but’s he’s your friend, your morail, you guess, but mostly he’s the only island of familiarity in the ascended void of space.

As you dress into a shiny violet shirt and pants, which you can’t constitute as clothes more than thin cloth made for lounging in the purgatory between sleep and activity, as your bare feet are lead down the hallway of movie glimpses, as Eridan leaves you in an extravagantly comfortable and unfamiliar living block, as you’re left alone for the first time in two days. Well. You start to realize when Eridan’s a block away, it feels like it might as well be an uncharted galaxy.

@are-u-kitten-me-right-meow

[onecutmedia]

Beautiful Day for a Ride in Squamish. Took a different line down In N Out Burger. Video in the next post #onecutmedia #innoutburger #innout #squamish #squamishbc #mtbbc #mtb #mtblife @goprocanada #hero7black @selfskie mounted on the chin #chinmount @sqmtb @squamishbikes #sorca #squamishbikes - - - - - - - - - #rocknroll #slabsofsquamish #rockslabs #granite #gripy (at Squamish, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxTQmIPhT3Z/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ifizecnekjn6

[earthblingg]

Rhodochrocite

[prairieraven]

Slabbin de bass RODE MY FIRST ROCK SLAB EVER!!!! ON MAH BERFDAY!!! HOLYSWEETTESTICLES I FEEL AMAZING!!!! . . . #bikesarerad #rockslab #buttpuckerfactorwasatasolid4 #cooterpunchhappenedlater #iseriouslyneedadropperpost #bestbirthdaygift #slabbindebass (at Whistler, Canada)

[jw-movvon]

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And the gnar never ends 🤟 - Double Black fun on the Pleasure Trail in Squamish BC It’s one of our toughest trails. But what makes it a double black? - YouTube Video coming soon on why trails are rated what they are rated? - It’s a bit of a mystery to most, including myself 🤷‍♂️ - #doubleblacktrails #onecutmedia #pleasuretrail #squamishmtb #onecutmediamtb #mountainbike #mountainbiking #mountainbiketrails - - - - #onlyinsquamish #keepsquamishjanky #jank #janky #janktrails #blacktrails #black #rideyourbike #doomthespot #rockslabs #slabsofsquamish #mtbbc - - #rideyourbike (at Ladders) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEUFVn4nBlV/?igshid=1auarc1bu6ddc

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And the hits just keep on coming 😂 Double Black fun on the Pleasure Trail in Squamish BC It’s one of our toughest trails. But what makes it a double black? - YouTube Video coming soon on why trails are rated what they are rated? - It’s a bit of a mystery to most, including myself 🤷‍♂️ - #doubleblacktrails #onecutmedia #pleasuretrail #squamishmtb #onecutmediamtb #mountainbike #mountainbiking #mountainbiketrails - - - - #onlyinsquamish #keepsquamishjanky #jank #janky #janktrails #blacktrails #black #rideyourbike #doomthespot #rockslabs #slabsofsquamish #mtbbc - - #rideyourbike (at Crunchy Time) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEUFKkkn7XT/?igshid=88jzqsodii8c

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Double Black fun on the Pleasure Trail in Squamish BC It’s one of our toughest trails. But what makes it a double black? - YouTube Video coming soon on why trails are rated what they are rated? - It’s a bit of a mystery to most, including myself 🤷‍♂️ - #doubleblacktrails #onecutmedia #pleasuretrail #squamishmtb #onecutmediamtb #mountainbike #mountainbiking #mountainbiketrails - - - - #onlyinsquamish #keepsquamishjanky #jank #janky #janktrails #blacktrails #black #rideyourbike #doomthespot #rockslabs #slabsofsquamish #mtbbc - - #rideyourbike (at Pleasure Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEUBHWAnP9x/?igshid=s6jje4tyb82h

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Let’s start with a hidden gem and it’s so seldom ridden we caught a guy meditating on the left. First time for everything. But best line was @grantjaime saying. I’ll try not to Jane it! A few years ago. Jane slid sideways down the spine and somehow saved it! 🤷‍♂️🤟 #mtbbc #onecutmedia #onecutmediamtb #onecutmediaphotography #squamishbikes #sorca #squamish #explorebc #exploresquamish #explorecanada - - - - - @squamishbikes @adventureio @tourismsquamish - - - - #rockslabs #slabsofsquamish #slablab #debecks #rockrolls #crouchingsquirrelhiddenmonkey (at Hidden Gems) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDMV-QMHCgB/?igshid=jbvxoocdfumm