#sit a spell

[chaoticdesertdweller]

[euesworld]

"Share some stares if you care to sit a bunch, or if you care enough, move your lips over hare for a little punch.. a punch of lips that drip to the grass as your clothes drift to the floor, with my hands on your ass and you're begging for more."

Hahahaha.. let's spend some 'time' together - eUë

[queerfolk-western]

“You need any help with all this, friend?" 

Mandy sets the delivery down with a dull thud against the countertop, an armful of melons and two heavy bags straining under the weight of fresh, homegrown fruit. Apples, peaches, limes and lemons, oranges, strawberries… All perfect for fruity cocktail mixes and the limited-time summer drinks Lionel was needing them for. He'd ask every summer, and Mandy said yes so often he made a separate grove just with Lionel in mind. 

"Yeah, actually. If you got a second I reckon I could use some help with cuttin' up all this fruit." 

"Course. Always got a second. You got a knife for me?"

"Always," Lionel says, reaching across the counter and pulling out a knife from the stand, turning it and giving it to his friend by the handle. "Can never have too many a those. What with… all them freaks comin' around lately."

Mandy gives a noncommittal hum, and the conversation between them falls silent as the bartender's comment sparks a shared memory for both men. It's Mandy who speaks up about it first, between pitting peaches. 

"…Been meanin' to talk with you about that." He says. "How you been holdin' anyhow, Liendee?" 

Lionel looks up at the use of his name, his full one, and thinks about his answer over the task of peeling oranges. 

"I been fine." He begins, shrugging with his mouth. "It ain't me I'm worried about. I can hold my own just fine, s'just… I don't wanna drag you all into somethin' nasty again. Like with what happened.. Ah, y'know, last night. That 'incident'." 

Mandy frowns, letting out a quiet sigh through his nose, and he shifts his weight to lean more against the counter in preparation for a long talk.

"Yeah. I know." 

"…How's he been, anyway? Ramsie, I mean. He…"

"He's alright, Liendee. I told you when it happened it was alright. We know it wasn't your fault. He ain't upset with you. It's not like you were the one that done it."

"Still happened in my bar. Thas why I'm upset." He huffs, and Mandy gives another small sigh and a shake of his head in response. 

"Well…"

"It just seem like, y'know, ever since Sheep been gone, more n' more of those nasty ass men decided to show up. I don't know why."

"He's a good deterrent, ain't he?" Mandy chuckles quietly, and Lionel makes a noise of conflicted agreement.

"Yeah, but… I don't wanna rely on him for that. To be some sorta guard dog. He's a friend, not an employee." 

"I don't think he minds all that much, friend." 

"I hope not." 

"No, I mean it." Mandy insists gently, and Lionel glances toward him again, quiet, listening.

"Me an' him… We've got a ritual of sorts, I suppose. We'll meet up at night once the towns gone to sleep to talk, catch up, that sort. And with all the times we've talked, I don't think I've ever heard him complain about bein' a guard dog, as you put it." 

"…He mention it at all?" 

Mandy nods, wiping his hands off on a towel Lionel had given him. 

"Sure. But like I said, it don't seem like he minds it none. In fact, I'd say I think he probably likes it. Makes him feel useful." 

"Useful." 

A nod. 

"One time, he told me, while we were talkin' about our lives n such, that he made a pact with himself a long time ago to be a better man." He says. "A kinder one. You know, he… He still carries a lot of guilt from what he done as a boy. Or, what he had to do. So… I think when you ask or rely on him for somethin' like that, it makes him feel like he's makin' good on that pact. Or useful for something. Worthwhile."

For a while Lionel doesn't say anything, chewing on the inside of his cheek and sighing through his nose once Mandy finishes talking. Stupid damn cowboy…

"…He's a fool. A stupid, nice, fool." 

"He is". 

"That heart of his is gonna lead him to trouble one a these days."

"I know," Mandy says quietly, his tone low with fondness.

"I told him that."

[flora-file]

sit a spell

don't mind that giant agave with plans to draw blood

[baskeigh-ball]

i figured, if i was gonna get back into tumblr, i might as well do it by posting an entirely new thing that's unrelated to literally anything else i've been working on

[xxcrumbxx]

Hello hello soo um im still workin on it ,ive been kinda burnt out from it an ik thers no real preshure and im wayyy past valintinse day but heres a wip of those silly lil valintines cards

Also today is my birth day im 22 now so .. Thats a thing. Anyway im planing on making like 3 alternet vershions of eclips 1 with the cannon tipical 2 arm pre decomishion desighn 1 with the 4 armed fannon /cannon design and 1 with the 4 armed ballone world desighn. Probly ganna take a bit but what ever it will be valintine in fuckin may who cares lol

[berryblu-arts]

obsessed w them <3<3<3

[rosy-crow]

So what? The Smash Bros animation wasn’t a joke? He really just sleeps standing up sometimes?? 💀

My son has so many mental illnesses

[digitalstowaway]

Modern au where nmj has a cardiac service dog named Baxia

Except Baxia eventually develops anxiety and so nmj has to treat his dog's anxiety disorder

Which in turn makes his own stress levels rise and makes his cardiac problems worse

And then Baxia's anxiety gets worse and you can see where this is going

[cultivating-wildflowers]

“Perhaps it is no wonder that the women were first at the Cradle and last at the Cross. They had never known a man like this Man -- there never has been such another. A prophet and teacher who never nagged at them, never flattered or coaxed or patronised; who never made arch jokes about them, never treated them either as "The women, God help us!" or "The ladies, God bless them!"; who rebuked without querulousness and praised without condescension; who took their questions and arguments seriously; who never mapped out their sphere for them, never urged them to be feminine or jeered at them for being female; who had no axe to grind and no uneasy male dignity to defend; who took them as he found them and was completely unself-conscious. There is no act, no sermon, no parable in the whole Gospel that borrows its pungency from female perversity; nobody could possibly guess from the words and deeds of Jesus that there was anything "funny" about woman's nature.”

Dorothy L. Sayers, Are Women Human?

[trashart00]

Give a Miraculous writer a pen and they will write you a perfection-demanding (usually evil) parent.

[bittercafanddatapads]

Marshall Commander Fox is scarcely seen without his iconic helmet, even within the confines of the Coruscant guards headquarters. The freshest of shinies usually don’t see his face until a few rotations into their deployment, even then usually in private moments and passing chances. The very rare occasion Fox eats with his corries in the mess hall (the times he actually has time to), glances of Fox in the medical bay being treated after a sideways operation (only after everyone else has been cared for by his firm insistence,) the training assessments he’s able to schedule and be apart of and participate in (swift healing to the pride of cocky shinies he calls to the sparring mat.)

Rather, it’s not impossible that he’s most often unhelmed in the situations of senate view.

Talking down antsy senators is one thing, and there’s numerous reasons why Fox’s number one rule for his Corries to follow is to never remove your helmet in senate view. The ability to decorate yourself and make yourself unique is a freedom the Coruscant guard gets to indulge very little in. They can’t decorate their armor for their own safety, and still enabling them the freedom to decorate their bodies and hair Fox is thankful he’s able to allow. But Fox’s mismatched armor isn’t unique to be hypocritical towards his own rules and troopers. It’s to protect them.

When a senator finds yet another fickle complaint about the troopers in red, they can’t discern amongst a selective Trooper to pin the blame. But in the line of white and red, Fox’s red and white armor catches their eye. There’s someone they can funnel their frustrations towards. Fox’s scars, hardened eyes, and graying hairs is the only face they’ve seen helmetless, the face they think about when building their ire.

[millenari]

George in Cats 1998

[senior-mourn-watcher]

You know when Emmrich asks to bring Manfred back, and the Lich Lord dude was like (and I'm paraphrasing slightly) "sure, if that's what you want. But you're proving yourself unable to handle other people dying, so you can't be a Lich."

But then later (after Lichdom) Harding will ask if Emmrich can raise her back from the dead and his response is — YEA maybe. But only with your mother's permission.

And canonically he doesn't say anything about bringing Rook back if they die. He says just before that he will carry those words (if Rook says "I love you") into eternity — as if suggesting he will not despair should Rook pass, despite the weeks earlier anxiety before their trip to the Fade trap ala Dread Wolf.

So I have concluded that bringing someone back from the dead isn't the "exception to tyranny."

Manfred's wisp is a spirit. A creature of the Fade. If Manfred wanted to come back, being that everyone remembers him still—he's clearly not been ethered, he would come back on his own... Eventually. Once he figures out how, of course. But without someone there to say "Hey! Curiosity?! Do you want to come back??" Nobody really knows if he does or doesn't until after.

Harding explicitly stated permission and desire to come back. Maybe semi-joking but Emmrich probably isn't that great at knowing sarcasm/jokes and Harding's "wait really?!" sounded like she was leaning into the "I mean I wasn't serious but let's go!" kinda thing.

The "tyranny" is bringing someone back who hasn't given their explicit consent to do so.

Manfred can't consent, for obvious reasons. It's only after bringing him back would there be any clarification for consent.

Harding..... Probably consented. But Emmrich vows to ask her mother first.

Rook had never once explicitly stated wanting to come back, so Emmrich doesn't even consider it an option.

Whenever Emmrich/any (not Johanna) Mourn Watcher raises the undead it's asking a willing spirit to do so. There is no force. So this all completely fits into the theme in general.

[thekingofspin]

when your stressed and sad do you ever just think "I'm due a ____ phase again" like I'm due a night at the museum phase again I was so happy back then and I need the stress relief right now

[alphabetcompletionist]

can't believe this. these are supposed to be one-day gigs but i'm still thinking about alpha beta charlie

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