#the branches though

[frommylimitedtravels]

I don’t think I’ve ever walked past this tree and not been tempted to take at least one picture of it...

Watershed Park

[a-lost-crow]

How to save yourself from a lengthy angst fic

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 5

Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.

[pocketgnome]

Gnomes in Art🎨 #Halloween edition 🎃

[iwasbored777]

The amount of times they teased Broppy wedding isn't funny anymore, I just want it to happen now

[mylittleredgirl]

oh ho ho i have looked up the massachusetts ballot questions and i am so personally excited to vote against the MCAS, the high school standardized test students must pass to graduate. it never impacted my own education because i was in the very last class not to have to take it (late 90s), but i was selected for the pool of beta testers the year before it was universally implemented.

i had a great time actually—get out of class for two days for a test that doesn’t even matter? i enjoyed the process of taking standardized tests (when they didn’t matter) because i had spent most of my pre-high-school days in a homeschool environment without grades, so they reminded of the trivia workbook pages that were rationed out and treated as rewards (in a one room schoolhouse with 5 kids, you take the thrills you could get—public school education was pretty amazing after that).

the most memorable part of it for me was that we got little boxes of raisins as a snack and mine had an inchworm in it. but even then as a dumbass teenager i remember giving feedback that this would be demoralizing and unfair if imposed on everyone. schools chose who would put in the test group, and every one was an A student! what kind of sample was that?

the MCAS wouldn’t become a compulsory requirement for graduation until no child left behind, but it still immediately changed things. my sister was one year behind me, and her experience in the same classes i had taken the year before was so much less inspiring. history and civics teachers who had been painstakingly gathering copies of real articles for decades about historical events had to teach from state approved textbooks. the cross-disciplinary fun projects for multiple subjects were cancelled. older teachers started phoning it in and planned their retirement.

anyway, one of the things i have always felt most grateful for in my life is that i squeaked through my public education before state testing choked it. it was a small rural public school (pretty well funded though, there are a lot of fancy summer homes in property taxing distance), and had very passionate teachers who were having extra creative fun squeezing out the last of their independence, knowing that testing was coming. i was one of the canaries in the coal mine and i will take great pleasure if my vote helps shut it down.

[amethyst-halo]

"what happened to mom?" "..." "she left." "left?" "she didn't even look at us."

[but-sometimes-im-not]

picnic, angel?

ft. a small tribute to my favorite gomens fics <3 ( @omgmussimm, @twilightcitysky, @mirjam-writes, @brightwanderer, @voluptatiscausa, @moonyinpisces, @blairamok)

[edenprime]

One of the strongest points of Mass Effect, if not the strongest, is just how well written the characters are. From Shepard, to the squad, to the side characters like Anderson and Bakara, to barely-there NPCs like Ereba and Charr the lovers, Etarn Tiro the enthusiastic turian merchant, Kargesh the krogan who wanted a fish, Lia'Vael, the quarian who gets falsely accused of theft, and the Salarian who wants to buy a memento to his asari lover to remember him by once he's dead.

I feel like so many of them are memorable, and they all serve a purpose to the overall world building. The krogan show that they are not the violent thugs the galaxy has made them out to be. The salarian shows the struggle born out of building relationships with people of a species with a life expectancy so beyond your own. Lia'Vael illustrates what Tali says about the quarians being treated like second class citizens. Those small little side quests have a meaning and a purpose, it doesnt feel like they are Just There, and they add more to the lore of them game to those who care about that stuff.

[sunberies]

How about SL wedding pics! Or snack pack reaction to baby rosie or older rosie and tiny hanging out with sunny!

WEDDINGGGG!!!!

i’ll draw some like, family wedding photos later but THESE ARE THEIR OUTFITS :3 they are having a spring wedding uhm uhm idk what would they have at their wedding? i can only think of the outfits…. OK OK BACK TO DOING OTHER THINGS….

[that-cool-guy]

PAST BROZONE LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

I just wanted to add little differences to them as in the movie well… they look like carbon copy’s of each other, just recoloured

SO I GAVE THEM PAZZAZ GLAM GLITZ- well kinda, they still look like the originals hehe

[lleclerc]

iceman + his concern for maverick post-hop 31

[pigeonkitsch]

happy belated birthday to my autistic king. honored to be one of his 20 fans

[naffeclipse]

Toying around with a sort of Apex Polarity spin involving Sun and Moon and having them as Arctic Fox type of creatures (think werewolf monster body types but fox style) and Y/N is an Arctic Hare-esque humanoid mythical being with white fur and long ears tipped in black. Of course, it's set in the Arctic tundra. Thinking of calling it Of Fox Maws.

You've seen the fox men before. They'll skirt the outsides of the large valley you like to go to gather arctic willow and sedge out of the snow. Their eyes glint in the harsh Arctic light, watching you. You warily tense your legs, always ready to bolt should the two fiends decide they're hungry enough to attempt to chase you down.

You can't trust foxes.

But you always skip away, out of sight and far from the terror of what could easily be your last day. This happens for a season. Sometimes, they attempt to creep closer in plain view but you turn tail and run, ducking behind snowy hills and hiding low until you're certain they're gone.

Once, you were caught off guard in the middle of your foraging. One voice called softly out to you. You jumped back and found the fox men too close, almost within lunging distance—your little heart fluttered as if to take flight and escape—but you ran and ran and ran until you couldn't breathe. Then, you look behind you.

The fox men were nowhere to be found.

One day, you're amid a rocky field of purple saxifrage, happily picking blossoms to toss in your mouth while twisting your long ears this way and that to listen in for any predators or creeping fox men that might try to break your little neck in their vulpine jaws. You never expected the teeth to come from the ground you placed your foot on. A snap of metal. A bone crack. You're bitten by something cold and terrible, and it chains you to the ground. Terrible pain eats your leg as blood, crimson among the snow and rocks, begins to drip down your fur.

You panic. Such is your nature. You thrash and struggle while the metal trap digs deeper into your leg. The safety of daylight begins to fade as exhaustion and fear begin to take hold, and then you see them. Their glinting eyes, their sharp ears narrowed, their fur white and strangely marked with colorful swirls on their underside, their claws scraping over the ground as they come closer and closer.

You cry it in your terror—you could always run before. They talk low and soft to you, one anxiously coaxing you to stop moving, to stop hurting yourself, but you tug and struggle in your wild franticness. The teeth keep biting your leg—you flounder before a set of arms catches you, pinning you down with strange gold and red fur on his chest that warms your deathly chilled body. You scream but another set of hands holds down your caught leg—this one with deep blue and silver swirls in the fur on his chest. You dissolve in the horror of the end that will come from too many jaws—

A musical steel note plays when he breaks the chain in half with his raw strength. You keep thrashing, struggling to get away, but the fox men are too strong, and the one holding you keeps asking you to stop being frightened—they only want to help. The other digs his dark claws into the metal trap and pries it apart as the other drags you out of reach of the contraption maw, and you cry from the pain of it all.

The two begin yipping and fussing. When they press their hands to the bleeding bite mark on your leg, the anguish overwhelms you until all you see is white, then nothing.

They become frantic at your slumped form and all the blood on your silky white fur. Sun takes to your wound and Moon takes you in his arms, and keeping pressure on the strange bite, they carry you back to their den. There, you'll be safe and warm, and there, they can help you with your broken leg.

Hopefully, you won't keep screaming when you wake up. (You will.)

[jadedresearcher]

New Zampanio Branch Dropped :)

http://farragofiction.com/ZampanioSimEastEastEast You know Zampanio? That creepy pasta game I'm obsessed with that probably doesn't exist but that's okay because we all keep making 'fan games' of it based on what breadcrumbs we can find? Filling in the holes with other fandoms and ocs and what not?

I made another fan branch of it!

This one is more recursive than normal (don't worry it's justified :) :) ;) ) but I have it in a p decent state before I need to go get ready for Lavinraca/Lavinraca!!! And of course, because it's to the East, you can luxuriate in the fact that it's actually a game!

It's more game than anything you've ever seen me create before! Isn't that exciting???

Don't you love it when the appearance of a thing matches the reality of a thing? Soooo much better than the North! Who even likes all those fakey fake illusions pretending to be food delivery sites or dating sites or games or a gender quiz or whatever? Though I WILL say. North really did have something going on by pretending to be Tumblr.

[spotaus]

Eyy, King Reaper and his beloved Mage Geno designs <3