#tannin tank

[nientedal]

Fuckfins has gone to Valhalla. May she battle and feast at the sides of extremely confused Norsemen until the ending of the world 🐠

[semprvivum]

another planted betta tank update! added more mopani wood and rearranged things :)

[headlessandhellbent]

Been a hot minute since we did a Fergus update-

So I ran out of IAL and ordered some of the same exact ones I had.

I did not get what I was expecting.

This is one single leaf of what arrived:

And now I get great views like this:

It's little fish against big leaf over here

And Fergus is enjoying every single damn moment of it

[gasterofficial]

apparently when i get high i order aquarium plants and stare longingly at plecos i cant afford for several hours

[thebiotope]

YES

[savageboar]

also Now the exotics shop has sparkling gourami when i already have dwarfs...ph well

[whitefangz]

Btw. this is miso, she’s a female betta imbellis 👍 she is really stupid

[thenarrativefoil]

THE TANK IS CLEAN(er)

[teaboot]

How is loulou? Given the last update I’m hoping he’s ok :(

Loulou is doing great!!

I was worried about his tail but there's a specialist in town who took a look and said it just looks like normal wear and tear- apparently it happens with long tail varieties, and I'm not surprised since he's a double tail and can't really pull them in like a veiltail might. They're kinds just... always flared-looking? But yeah, made extra sure there are no sharps or abrasives in his tank so it's likely just... regular friction, I suppose? Idk.

Anyhow, his tank was getting a bit high on the acidity, so I tried a few different ph testers and they all say it's good now. Water changes and some lil tank cones for tannins. He's just as excitable and goofy as ever!

(And apparently what I thought might be stress stripes was not that.)

So. Still kinda nervous about it all but he... seems to be fine? Keeping an eye out regardless.

But anyway here's a picture!!!

He's EVEN MORE BLUE!!!

Giving his best anime eyes 💖

[boywizard]

worst image in the world. but they have eggs on that piece of valliseneria im going to explode theyre being such good parents and protecting them from the tetras

MY ANGELFISH LAID EGGS IM GOING INSANE

[nientedal]

[chipped-chimera]

Since you guys liked the finished planted tank so much, have the tetra update!

A little bit of glass surfing is still happening but honestly was more because I was bugging them with my phone camera than anything. Most of today they were all over the place exploring~ also weird thing in the tank is a Banksia Seed Pod, threw it in for some extra tannins to help with any transition stress (natural antibacterial).

[octuscle]

I need some help! I spent most of my life in the UK, but I'm living in the States. I miss it. And I may have keyed in a few changes to make me feel at home. But, I dunno, I feel different, mate. What do you fink is happen'?

Mate, you've made a few adjustments to get back to living life as a chav like you did in Newcastle. But "Young", "Stupid", "Lazy" and "Constantly Horny" admittedly leads straight to a cheap haircut, tracksuit and fake Louis Vuitton hip bag at the bus stop in the UK. But you're in Los Angeles… The clocks tick differently there. You won't be a scally. You become more of a muscle bro. No interest in soccer, just football. No beer drinking and no chain smoking. American jocks are so boring. I'm glad you contacted me.

You're standing in front of the mirror. Flawless white teeth, buzzcut, toned and tanned muscles. Ey, not everything is bad. But that has nothing to do with homesickness. And the constant "bruh" and "dude" also annoys you… One of your gym bruhs calls and asks what's up. You ask "Mate, what dee ya say to a pint in the pub?" Your bruh asks if everything is okay with you. Alcohol? And at this time of day? He wanted to go to the gym and then to the beach. "Nah, mate! i was goin' to break for lunch na n' then i havta get 'ack to work here." Back to work? You're in college. And it's Spring Break…. Fuck, of course not. You're a carpenter. Interning at an interior design company here in the US. Fuck, the quality here really sucks. You should have tried to get an internship in Scandinavia. Or even better in Germany. There you can already drink beer for breakfast. And not some light stuff like here…

You have to burp. You made yourself a great English breakfast this morning in your dorm. None of that high-protein low-carb crap. Eggs, bacon, beans. Whatever a real man needs in the morning. Shit, beans always make you fart…

Your basketball shorts become work pants. Your tank top becomes a t-shirt. Your cool Apple Watch becomes a cheap almost real gold swank watch. On the other wrist you wear a matching bracelet. Your cell phone vibrates. "Mate, us're meetin' for a booze-up at the bus stop na. Are ya comin'?" You reply that the bloody pigs should fuck off, you're in fucking America and you still have work to do. You take a selfie and send it to your mates.

"mate, hav ya bin under the tannin' 'ed?" "you look like a 'each propa lad!" "come 'ack soon, ya're nit gettin' enough weed!"

You just answer with "I miss ya fuckers". It's time to go home. A chav like you just doesn't fit in California.

Ya alway find propa lads @toughukladz

[ssaemilyhotchner]

letter: X | prompt: X-ray, "Exit Wounds" | wc: 0.5k a/n: And now, for something a little bit different. I’ve been on a 5+1 kick lately and while this isn’t exactly that, it’s not too dissimilar, either. Would love to know what you think! Post-ep for 5x21, “Exit Wounds.”

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(i) hearing

He knows it isn’t possible, but in his memory the sounds are simultaneous: her gasp of surprise, the crack of the gunshot, her exclamation at the pain of the bullet tearing through her. Someone is screaming for her, too.

Later, he realizes it was him. Him screaming her name, Emily foreign on his tongue.

(ii) sight

He’s the one to take her to the hospital. The one who looks through her X-rays, tracing his fingers along the black-and-white images of the shattered bone in her shoulder. It’ll take forever to heal; comminuted fractures always do. But she’ll be fine, the doctor says.

He watches as she takes in the Rorschach blot of her blood on his jacket, her eyes lifeless and unseeing.

She’ll be fine.

(iii) smell

Months later, they’re settling into their shared hotel room in Alaska when he hears it: a sharp hiss and low mutter of fuck from the bathroom. When he rounds the corner, there’s a split second where he’s confused, not quite putting the puzzle pieces together: Emily stripped down to a tank top, staring reproachfully at herself in the mirror. Sliding a strap off to look at her shoulder, fingers prodding and searching. 

She disappears shortly afterward, and it’s only when he smells the faintest trace of cigarette smoke on the otherwise crisp winter air that he knows where she’s gone.

He finds her outside.

“Your shoulder is still hurting, isn’t it?”

It’s not really a question. She knows he saw; she’d felt his presence in the bathroom doorway even before seeing his reflection. She inhales deeply, then extinguishes the cigarette with a swift ground of her boot. “It flares in the cold,” she confirms.

“Can I do anything to help?”

She drops her gaze to his hands then. The last time she’d taken a good look at them, they had been staunching her bleeding, his palms tannined and slick.

“There is something,” she nods.

(iv) touch

He hasn’t so much as hugged her ever, their physical contact limited to the absentminded press of her hand to his arm or back as she moves around him in a crowded space, or the brush of fingers when exchanging files. But his hand is warm on the bare skin of her shoulder now, the stroke of his thumb sure and firm as he kneads her painful muscle. He finds the trigger point quickly and her eyes fall shut, a whimper slipping past her lips. The needy little sound has him biting back a curse.

Her eyes are twin dark pools when she opens them, minutes later.

“Thanks,” she whispers, and her voice is thick.

(v) taste

He dreams of her that night. Dreams of pressing his lips to her shoulder then her mouth. In his dream, she tastes like star anise and ash from her cigarette, but like something sweeter and flimsier, too. Relief, maybe.

He wakes with her name on his lips.

[kimarisgundam]

I'm kinda proud that this setup turned out well! It's my first time doing a blackwater tank 😃!

It's been around 3.5 months (cycle, seasoning, and monitoring after adding my juvenile betta in) and I think everything is going great so far!

I think he's maturing well too cos his adult pattern is appearing/darkening 😃

(*coughs* I had issues at first cos I used the filter cartridge from my other betta tank to get the cycle going... not realising that there's activated carbon in it 😐

I kept adding almond leaves and wondering where my tannins were dissappearing to until I cut the cartridge open and was like "ooh..")

^ he's always begging for food 😅

He's a Betta macrostoma, a wild betta fish native to the region I live in (He's not wild caught, his parents were bred in captivity)

[savageboar]

instead of soaking my new driftwood in a bowl to get it to sink im soaking that shit in my tank so it can get all those tannins in there. and my fish and snails seem to like the shelter and exploration of floating wood too.