#tge River

[cinemajunkie70]

Happy Birthday to Max Rockatansky, Mel Gibson!

[nami501]

Do you ever have to just take a moment and stop reading a fic cause the characters soulmates energy is so out of charts that it sends you into a spiral?

[lexicorp]

Saree at the river Styx commissioned by @kylinvartilo

[lyssified]

hot take of the day i'm getting really tired of this fuck ass plot in the 11th doctor's second season

[greenhammiee]

me 😁😁😁🔥🔥🔥🔥

[gebder]

attempting to make digital art that looks like a messy sketchbook in vibes

[green-graveyard]

real question is do i get a bat or spiderweb septum jewlery

[regulus-arcturus-rosier]

sobbing over crimson rivers dorlily and sirius/mary

[thecornerofegg]

I see you, I hear you. I don't have much to say or anything to give, but I see you. I cry with you even if I'll never fully understand your pain. You are still here. You still deserve peace and a home. You still deserve life, not all the horrid shit they're putting you through. You don't deserve our silence, and I am so sorry that is most of what you've gotten

"Alive but Forgotten"

We live today in a world of silence, a heavy silence that is slowly killing us. I see my younger siblings, their ages ranging from 3 to 7 years old, passing by with innocent eyes filled with questions I cannot answer. They hide behind me when they see a stranger, afraid of the unknown. My mother, who suffers from chronic illnesses, cannot even stand without help. She has not found anyone to extend a hand, and each time her condition worsens, I feel helpless.

My father, who was once a symbol of strength, is now a shadow of a man, broken and unable to bear the burdens after losing everything. He worked his whole life to provide us with a decent life, but today, we have nothing but rubble and the camps we move between, with memories that grow darker each day.

What I ask for is not money, nor material help, but something simpler. I just want someone to feel our existence, to remember us with even a word, a small gesture that revives hope in us that we are still a part of this world. Our messages are met with silence, as if we no longer exist, as if we are no longer part of life.

Every day, we live in the shadow of devastation, inside a room in a school that has turned into a shelter, its walls insufficient to provide privacy and fresh air to breathe life into us. We now share this space with other families, each carrying their own pain and worries. As for the children, they do not know what it means to have a home, nor do they understand what loss is. Whenever they look at my mother, they run to her, asking her to tell them a story about the future, not realizing that all my mother has left to tell them is sorrow.

Friends, our pain is not in the loss of things, but in the loss of existence, in becoming unheard. Sometimes, I stop to wonder: Are we still alive? Are we still part of this world? Our messages are met with silence, and our dreams have faded along with the ruins of the homes that no longer exist.

I no longer ask for anything except for someone to feel our presence, to ask about us, to remember us, even with a word. If our words touch your hearts, all we need is for you to share with us, to show the world that we are still here.

We ask for nothing except for you to raise our voices, to bring hope back to us, and to be a part of our story that we are trying to write with our trembling hands and souls still holding on to a thread of hope.

Sharing this story could be the difference between life and death for us.

If you help spread our story, you will be giving us hope to survive, hope for life amidst all this destruction. We’re not asking for more than to be remembered, to be reminded that we’re still here.

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Thank you for your attention, and for being the hope that could bring us back to life.

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Every support or share makes a big difference and restores hope in our lives.

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[mor-and-more]

Okay all "it will make me normal" jokes aside, but

Having slept till 2 PM on 2 consequent days, and having had 2 cups of coffee now

I am finally feeling like I can think and Do Shit

Not MUCH shit because my energy levels are always low

But still

I don't remember having this level of clarity of mind in as long as I can remember

Which is not long but still!

Also there's no "fuck tomorrow's Monday and I'm still so tired"

Because I've actually had a chance to rest

And now I'm heading out for a walk, and I'll see some silly birbs at the river, and maybe have some beverage while looking at the birbs

[teyamloving12]

a request for an angsty neteyam fic … like…

ur neteyam’s mate and he saw you get hurt during a hunt to the point of comatose and he’s just there every day waiting u to wake up

Wake up for Me

Warning: angst, SFW, mentions of blood, crying, near to death.

Pairing: Neteyam x F!Reader

"Are you sure you want to come with me on this hunt, ma tìyawn?", Neteyam answered for the fourth time. It was too late to turn back since you already made your mind. You were going to that hunt and not even Eywa herself could stop you. You were well-trained and Neteyam taught you a few things so you would be alright.

You landed and Neteyam helped you off your ikran. He place a kiss on your forehead. " Be careful. There are a lot of viperwolves in this area and remember that there is-", he started to explain until you cut him off. "There is no way to confront a viperwolf except running away and avoiding it. I know, Neteyam!", you said. He shakes his head and kissed you one last time before leaving to a different area.

The forest is beautiful yet so dangerous. You were stuck in your thoughts until you hear rustling. You aimed your arrow at the noise. A viperwolf emerged from the bushes. Survivor's instinct kicked in and you immediately ran towards the tallest tree you could find to climb in. But it was fast, it bit you into your leg harshly tossed to the side. But you were no coward, you were a warrior at heart. You aimed your arrow at its weak spot, the eyes. It roars in pain and fell to the ground. It was dead. The wound was deep, you tried to make your body stay awake until someone found you but fainted on the spot.

Meanwhile, Neteyam came looking for you, he was fine until he saw a blood trail. He began to panic. Where the hell were you? You weren't hurt...right? Neteyam tried to convince himself that you were fine but Eywa had other plans. He saw the dead viperwolf and a body a few meters away from it. His heart dropped. "

Ma syulang, wake up!", no response from you. He checked if you had a pulse. He heard tge beautiful sound of your heartbeat and he was happy. He shaked you but your entre body was limp almost unresponsive. You took out the viperwolf but you yourself was at the risk of dying from massive blood loss. He immediately picked you up bridal style, placed you on his ikran and took yours to follow behind him. Jake went to greet his son but Neteyam pushes him out. " It is Y/n , she was attacked by a viperwolf and she lost a lot of blood and... she is not responding!", Neteyam rambled to his father.

"Quickly carry her to your grandmother!", Jake was worried for his sob and his daughter in law. She was the only woman in the village that Neteyam truly loved and would die for. If you died now, Neteyam might as well as join you.

Mo'at examined the wound as Neteyam paced around the room panicked by this situation. " What is wrong with her?", Neteyam asked for the fourth time in a row. Mo'at sighed mournfully and stared into her grandson's eyes and looking back at your body.

"She is not gone but she is unconscious." Which will last for Eywa knows how long. He fell to his knees looking at you so peaceful but yet you can slip away at any moment of the night. He placed a kiss on your forehead, praying to Eywa she would not take his mate away from him. He placed your head in your lap gently, putting his back to the wall.

Tears ran down his face like rivers. They just would not stop. Only if he finished on time, he truly was an ' disappointment '. He watched as the moon stood proudly in the sky, how the stars suddenly faded away when the mighty sun took over the sun. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and the lack of sleep. He wasn't going away until you woke up.

Kiri came to visit only to see her brother in such a such a bad state. She decided to give him some space as he snapped when anyone asked of his mate. He was determined. You will wake up.

He watched the moon rise again and the stars spark in the Sky. It was so beautiful He knew you would have loved this view. Sleep tries to conquer him but he will not lose. For every second counts. Neteyam refused to eat or drink until you were awake.

It was his fault and maybe he was on time, you would have been safe and awake. His tears fell on your face and reality hit him. You weren't gonna wake up any time soon

[ksen-noodles]

Points at these guys

My blorbos from druidshollo land

I like how these guys have completely opposite rw playstyles (survival tactics) from what you'd expect from the Brief overview on their characters

Hava better day!

OH!!!! AWWW THEYRE SO COOL THEY MEAN SO GODDAMN MUCH TO ME...................

thank you so much!! wauuugh

yeah phrases is quick and offensive where rivers hides. when he fights hes more of a defensive fighter

[tarnishedspark]

Thinking about some ideas for the sort of ecosystem things that would need to exist on Cybertron for Transformers to have access to oil for joints, oil baths, etc. because of oil being an organic compound.

puttin in a show more thing bc this got Long

I'm thinking there's probably several different ways it comes about so its not like. Everything relies on the existence of the 1 magical oil machine.

Forged oil

When you think about it, bots don't immediately need an oil change as soon as they stumble out of the Well or a hotspot. The forging process probably synthesises oil for them the same way it creates the glass for their optics, liquids for their hydraulics, and whatever squidgy possibly-silicone bits they need for their internals to function. And if we assume all life on the planet is made this same way, then some of the supply woukd be made that way.

Microorganisms

What if there was some bacteria or something that could distil atmospheric carbon and water into complex hydrocarbons and eventually oil. Maybe it is a multi-stage process with a few different varieties. I imagine this would grow in gross-looking slime slicks, possibly floating on energon rivers or in places like the rust sea. Then simple mechanimals would consume the slime as part of their diet to supplement their oil reserves and it would progress through the food chain.

Cyber plants

Cybertron has some plant-like mechanical things, like seen in the Wastes in the idw2 Halloween special. There could be varieties of cyber plant that have processes to produce oil. Something at the nanotech level they have instead of photosynthesis and biological processes. If there's cyber plants that can produce oil, that would likely be tge most renewable/farmable source. and I need to move on from this before i start considering the chemical processes too closely

Mining

If Cybertron is the body of Primus and Primus is a giant transformer, then there's bound to be some oil in there somewhere. Don't ask me where it came from but he's gotta need it. Wherever Primus came from, I guess. There may be subsurface reservoirs of oil that modern transformers mine to meet the needs of the populace, much like our own oil mining

now i wanna use the plant and bug ideas for smth but i don't have anywhere it is Relevant atm

[mochiwrites]

You are so right i do want to send asks about songbird

I’ve been thinking about that thing you said about how Grian has the scar on his chest from tge knife thing and the other guys can’t stand to look at it. I’ve been trying to think of good situations for this to get all angsty in to write/think about when im bored but every time I do I just end up with this mental image of:

Grian (taking off shirt): aw shoot we have to swim across the river or something come on— guys?

Mumbo and Scar (crying cartoonishly): PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON

Loving arc 3!

🦕

THE WHEEZE I LET OUT HELPPPP

we may or may not be seeing that in fic Very soon 🤭 chapter 3 of good intentions has some Goodies hehe IF I CAN GET OUT OF MY PRISON OF SCHOOL TO WRITE IT

but god it’s the fact that both mumbo and scar feel guilty about grian getting hurt for two different reasons T—T scar feels terrible because he’s the reason that happened. and mumbo feels horrible because he made the mistake of trusting scar in the first place and hhhhhh wails and sobs about them

[prof-cycad]

Agriculture is undeniably one of the most important advantages of humanity, but a single pokemon species may be doing it unwittingly!

Farfetch'd take great care of their leeks, and will carry the same leek for an entire year if able to. Because they spend a lot of time in freshwater, their leeks are constantly kept watered and fed by complete accident!

When a Farfetch'd's leek begins to grow seeds, they quickly become dispersed along the rivers and lakes Farfetch'd love. As these seeds grow up strong, tge next generation of Farfetch'd ducklings will have the best chance of finding their perfect leek!

[kevandberniceincanada]

Wed 18th Sept

This is our last day in Calgary. After breakfast at our hotel we went fir a walk along the Riverwalk. Whilst up the Calgary Tower the maps up there pointed out a suburb of Calary called Inglewood. It stated that this was the oldest part of the City and had some historic buildings. I also looked at the Inglewood Chamber of Commerce Web site which gave positive info about the area. From tge river walk we entered Inglewood and I have to say the Chamber of Commerce had 'bigged it up' somewhat, well actually quite a lot!!!.

It was a one street district with a mixture of old, but mainly new buildings and non descript businesses and shops. We walked up one side and down the other, and grabbed a drink before catching the bus back to the downtown area.