#the second pic is in outdoor lighting

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

Freddie portrait from my sketchbook ✨

[remotewatch]

some call it arrogance

Jack Schlossberg x reader | 2.5k wc

summary: Let’s face it: you kind of suck at paddleboarding. Thankfully, your boyfriend is an eager instructor with a trick up his sleeve!

cw: shameless smut, outdoor recreation, questionable teaching, peppy upbeat softdom jack (good lord), fingering, unprotected sex, if you want to keep your plan b go VOTE ‼️‼️, play fighting, jd is catching strays, this is somewhat a comedy

minors dni and stay out!!!!

Time and time again, you realize that you and Jack have very different definitions of what constitutes a short paddle. You could pass out right here on your little break, sun hat plopped over your face and one leg dangling in the pleasantly cool water. He tugs you closer to his board to drum a few fingers on your knee and ask “You asleep?” just as you’re drifting off.

A barely audible “mhm” is all you care to let out. Jack’s hand slides to your inner thigh, a polite veneer of concern slapped onto his more crude interests.

“Do you need something?” When you lift your hat to squint over at him for being so euphemistic, he’s already zapping you with those doe eyes you struggle to resist.

“Diva, the telephotos,” you mumble as you flop back down. There’s almost certainly no one hiding out in the mangroves waiting to catch you two, but the press had noted the extension of your Japan trip to stop at Iriomote. Your growing collection of condemning paparazzi pics is already nudging at the edge of your mind, and you have no desire to add to it today.

“They can’t get a good shot this far out.” His hand stills when you don’t murmur back how much of a whore he’d have to be to know that so definitively.

“Here, let’s get out of the sun for a bit. Get you a honey stick or something.” A grateful thumbs up is the most movement you care to make.

As much as you like getting into Jack’s hobbies with him, it’s undeniably more fun to have him tow you around whistling Elvis tunes like your little chauffeur. It would be so easy to fall asleep to the sound of it paired with the waves crashing in the distance; maybe you do; it’s really none of your business.

The temperature suddenly drops, and you briefly tilt your hat up to see he’s steered you into a particularly thick mangle. It’s a straight, narrow shot from it up to the shore; exactly the type of hidden launch he’d know about.

He turns around from rooting in the supply bag and waggles a fanned out selection of power bars, honey straws, and glucose gels at you.

“What’re we having today, huh?” Still hiding under your hat, you grasp blindly until you find a few straws and tear one open with your teeth, shoving your dentist’s exasperation to the back of your mind. Jack knows better than to pester you until your temperature and blood sugar level out a bit. Eventually, you rise from the dead and get a better look at your spot.

The mangrove roots here are as thick as you’ve ever seen and rise far enough out of the water that you could set up a hammock under them. Schools of diminutive silver fish swirl beneath the surface, bouncing light back up to paint the underside of the overhead foliage. The two of you are technically visible from open water, but a pap would have to drop anchor at the perfect angle to get more than a glimpse. You remind yourself that you’re on the west side of the island anyway; surely there’s more exciting things to report on than America’s most notorious SUP proficiency gap relationship.

“You’re getting better, you know.” You gnaw at a second honey straw and scrunch up your nose.

“Am I?”

“For sure. Remember Lake Superior?”

“God, must I?” you groan, wincing at the mere thought.

“Gotta appreciate where you started!” Jack is laid out on his board doing alternate toe touches, and the fact that it’s more of an unconscious ritual than a way of showing off his balance makes it all the more annoying.

He’s truly so pretty, even after putting your legs through hell on the way out. The little gaps in the mangrove canopy cover him in spots of sunlight, and he still refuses to buy a smaller pair of shorts, just rolling down the hem of those ratty old ones until they’re shorter than any of yours. You’re too busy watching them fall further down his thighs with every leg raise to notice he’s still talking.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said-,” Jack finishes the last of his coconut water and smacks his lips. “Why don’t you stretch a bit before we head back?” You press your hands flat as if to push yourself up, and he notes your hesitation.

“What is it?”

“…Can you spot me?” His smile cracks his whole face open like a fresh daffodil, clearly thrilled to be needed.

“Why, certainly.”

You brace yourself as he slides onto your board as easily as scooting closer on the couch, quads flexing delectably while he helps you stand up.

“Do a forward bend for me,” Jack effortlessly slips back into his instructor cadence, to the point that you could forget he’s your boyfriend aside from his hands feeling far more than professionally comfortable on your hips. He leans up against your backside to peer over you as you place your palms flat on the deck, not bothering to conceal how much it excites him. After the tension of the paddle out and stiffening up during your nap, the stretch in your hamstrings is virtually orgasmic. Jack doesn’t miss the little sigh of relief you let out, nor do you the the smugness that spills into his voice.

“And walk it out, just like that,” you can feel him staring at your ass and can’t even kick his shin without knocking you both over.

“Can you at least pretend to enjoy this a little less?” it doesn’t sound very commanding with his dick pressed right up against you before you shift into downward dog. Even less so when he knows how much you love a good calf stretch, knows exactly how far to push you into it to make you melt in his hands.

“If I’m not happy to be here, how can I expect you to have any fun?” There’s a brief wobble as he reaches to grab your ankles and help you move to a headstand, but one shift of his heel and you might as well be back on dry land.

“That’s why I said pretend.”

“That’s why I’m not an actor. And, push yourself up!” If nothing else, you’re decent at handstands, at least with Jack ready to catch your legs. Decent on a good day, that is, when the humidity isn’t bleeding your energy like a stuck pig. Your right palm slips into the water, and you screw your eyes shut in anticipation of a face full of board and a few tree bark scrapes.

“Fuck!” you hiss, but his grip instantly locks down on your ankles and lifts you out of the line of fire. Jack’s obliques ripple as he rights the board, and he’s very clearly pleased to catch your notice of it.

“That’s alright, you had a few good seconds there.” He lets you swing a few moments longer than necessary before lowering you back down and piping up again. Ever the show-off.

“It’s always…,” he hesitates as if he’s searching for the right words. “-been my understanding that if you can balance on all fours in unfavorable circumstances, you can stay standing just fine.”

“And what kind of unfavorable circumstances would you be talking about?” it’s obvious, though you’d rather hear him say it. He knows you too well to take the bait and cheekily rolls his eyes.

“You know, the favorable ones.”

“Is that what they teach you at surf instructor school?” Your hands are back on the board now, and you kick one foot free to slide it down his chest under his shorts.

“Oh yeah, the first thing,” he chuckles, fishing it out before helping you down into a plank.

Jack somehow wriggles his way under you without causing any major upheaval, claiming it’s the easiest way to check your form. He’s talking like this is your first time on a board just to wind you up and making no attempt to hide how much he enjoys doing so.

“Now, there’s nothing to it, just gotta make sure you’re not leaning too far to the left-“ he tugs at one of your bikini ties.

“Or the right,” he twists the other between his fingers, not quite loose enough to fall off, but certainly plenty of room for him to slide his fingers below your waistband. His smile grows wider when he pulls them back out to observe their newfound shine. You have a halfhearted go at defending your reactivity.

“That has nothing to do with you.”

“Oh yeah? You’re pulling a JD, getting riled up by the dolphins?” If your balance or endurance were half as good as his, you’d shove him off your board and ditch him right there. The best you can do is double down; a bit pitiful, but better than giving him any satisfaction right after that bullshit.

“And these are the unfavorable circumstances? Seriously?” It’s more the stupid fucking grin on his face than the controlled circles he’s tracing on your clit that’s disrupting your concentration. You’re hoping that focusing on the space between Jack’s eyebrows will keep your mind blank, but his fingers feel better and better the more you try to ignore them sliding around like he’s trying to memorize every cell you’ve got down there.

“It would be deeply irresponsible of me to throw you right into the deep end. Safety first, after all.”

“So irresponsible,” the mocking tone you’re going for doesn’t really work when your pitch is stuttering in perfect response to his movements.

Your eyes slip closed out of habit, but he’s right there playfully pinching your nipple to bring you back to reality.

“Hey, now! No daydreaming during your lesson! That’s not very considerate to your instructor,” he’s trying to pout up at you, hit you right in your weak spot, but he looks far too pleased with himself for the illusion to work.

“What if he deserves it for comparing me to a bloated couch fucker?” Again, the conviction isn’t really there when you’re bending your knees into terrible form trying to chase his touch every time they recede.

Jack yanks his fingers away, sucks them clean with a slippery pop, and kisses you on the point of your chin before shuffling out from under you.

“Clearly you’re not being challenged enough if you can complain like that!”

This time, you do try to kick him off the board, but you have no range at all to put some power into it. That’s what you tell yourself, at least.

“Look at you! You wouldn’t have been able to do that at Lake Superior. Told you you’re getting better!” He’s tugged his shorts down and your swimsuit to the side before you can snap at him, and he actually cackles when he sees how much your lats twitch when he first slides in.

“You’re unbelievable.” The way your voice shakes makes it sound more like a compliment than a last ditch effort to compose yourself.

“That’s what I’ve heard! There you go, arch for me.” He’s not causing much motion yet, only waves big enough to scatter the fish, but you’re wound so tight he might as well be putting you straight through the deck. Your arms are already shaking, and of course Jack notices; how could he not?

“Keep your arms steady. No, don’t lock them up, lean into it,” he’s saying like they’re not on fire, like you can’t feel yourself clamping down on him in some sort of weird unified muscular system effort to keep you from falling on your face.

“Can’t believe y-“

“How fast you’re progressing? I know, right! You must have a pretty good teacher!” He’s absolutely insufferable. You’ve been moving nonstop since dawn, he’s got your ass locking up like an NDA, and his voice is still perfectly fucking steady.

Jack’s middle finger just barely trails along your side, feather-light enough to raise goosebumps on your skin.

“You’re holding too much tension here.” Thank god, he mercifully spares you the lecture about proper abdominal engagement.

“Jack, I can’t- I’m gonna fall!” The wavering in your voice is so unbelievably humiliating when he’s barely breaking a sweat. Your arms buckle, threatening collapse, and there he is seamlessly shifting his hands from your hips to swing under your torso and support you when they finally give out, the other splaying flat across the deck.

“Noooo you’re not, you’re fine. You can have a little break, and then we’ll try again, okay?” All while his thrusts remain infuriatingly consistent. The board barely even moves when he catches you. Your nails scrabble at the deck pad, then the limb supporting you, trying to regain your balance, ground yourself, Jesus, something, but he’s got a better angle now and can haul you back onto his dick as hard as he likes without worrying about your arms giving out.

“You’re such an asshole!” you sob as you claw at his forearm.

“Tell me to stop then! Be silly and turn down a free lesson, why dontcha?” Any attempts you make to thrash your way out of Jack’s grasp just stimulate you more, and he’s suppressing a fit of laughter watching you jolt like you’re stuck in a bear trap. When all that’s left for him to knock out of you are little stilted squeals, his resolve softens, and he leans down to kiss your ear.

“I know you can do it. Push yourself up for me.”

The only way out is through. This time, your arms do lock up; blame the unfavorable circumstances. The world narrows to tunnel vision as you watch the board tilt left, then right, with the ringing in your ears making the whole spectacle feel a tinge nightmarish.

Your orgasm hits you hard enough to have Jack choking out an “oh, fuck” that sounds just as strangled as his dick must feel. You can hardly enjoy it over both of your triceps cramping terribly, though you can’t help but feel a little proud of yourself for staying dry when you slump to your elbows halfway through.

As unceremoniously as Jack thuds down at your side, he still instinctively spreads out enough to keep the board steady. He looks about ready to fall asleep, so of course you roll over to bother him.

“Is that how you taught people to surf?”

“Nah, they were way more advanced.”

“Fuck you!” He’s back on his board and paddling out of the inlet in a flash, somehow not flipping yours in the process.

“Sounds like someone doesn’t need any breaks on the return trip!” By some miracle, you manage to grab his leash before he flies past you.

“You’ll tow me back.” Jack spares you a full glance over his shoulder, and there’s an unmistakable streak of you remaining on the left side of his mouth.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m your favorite student.”

[raaorqtpbpdy]

My second colors for @green-with-envy-phandom-event

My siblings picked out my lineart for me this time, and all three of them agreed on this gorgeous piece by @trueratdad (in the end it was between this one and another one of Ember by the same artist.) Hope you like it!

And a video so y’all can see the textures (sorry it’s kinda shaky; I was filming outdoors in 15mph wind because there’s no good lighting in my house lol)

I used crayon, soft pastel, sharpie, colored pencil, marker, and glitter gel pen.

In-progress pics under the cut

[scone-lover]

Pics from Undredal 🌧️

When I started my fic Northern Downpour, I wasn't intending it to be a magical AU that explored... well, all it does. Destiny, magic, vampirism, family. I really just wanted to put it in this beautiful setting that kept popping up on my browser home screen. I literally threw a pin at the southwestern fjordlands of Norway and picked Undredal based on the goats.

Anyway, fast forward a year or so and I actually visited Undredal, like some type of crazy person. A big joy in writing this fic for me was crafting descriptions of the gorgeous scenery. Getting to see it in person was nothing short of absolutely magical. I walked the paths I've described in the fic, visited the cafe, took a kayak out on the fjord, and even got chewed on by a goat. I wrote in my journal, "I feel dwarfed in majesty."

I updated the fic a bit for accuracy, and here are some new pics with the real life locations!

The original photojournal can be found here.

Thank you all for following along- I love you dearly ❤️

Like, is this real?!?!?!?

More pictures below the cut.

the town

Simon's house No one was living there at the time so I didn't feel too stalkery lol. I was so enamored by this house, it's right at the edge of the main part of town and so charming.

Sunset from Simon's balcony

Simon's 30 second walk down the street

Undredal probably looks like this for most of the fic, since it takes place in the dead of winter

The real cafe!

The lighting situation in there is gorgeous, because norway.

with this beautiful outdoor deck!

ITS JUST SO PRETTY.

In the fic I envisioned that bright blue building on the water as the cafe - it seemed like the right color :)

WONDER VALLEY FOR REAL!!!!!

The real cheese room!

The stave church - so tiny

Insane views from kayaking - it started raining and the whole town just kind of disappeared into the fog and it was so gorgeous

I came back feeling exactly like a wet rat. Baz core

Oli captains one of these RIB tours lol

The river ran gold, and all that

You might recognize this shot from Twelve's art in chapter 12 :)

Undredal from above

Waffles with geitost!

Fancy ferries that Simon mentions in a later chapter

And here's Flåm from the water:

Goodbye Undredal <3

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hello! Can I have a Matchup with a Male please for the event? I'm a 24-year-old straight female who uses she/her. I’m an INFP Libra sun sign with a 9w1 enneagram. I’m a very spacey and forgetful individual who tends to stay more indoors but tries to welcome new experiences wherever I go. I’m the kind of person who remains quiet until I become close with someone then I’m free to be a dork. Building relationships with others isn’t something I pursue unless it occurs naturally. When it comes to my health, sometimes I view myself as limited because of my disease even when that is not true. I worry that I’m too much for people when it comes to my passions. I try to make jokes or sassy comebacks, but I'm not that clever when it comes to that. I second-guess myself a lot too, but I usually push that aside and dive into whatever my choice was. I’ve also been described as generous, childish, excitable, playful, mischievous, stubborn, and imaginative. I may not know how bad situations can get but I always try to bring comfort to other people. Plus, I want to improve my health by getting physically fit. Currently, I'm hoping to find work as a librarian. My love language is a tie between physical touch and quality time! I love the idea of cuddling in bed with my partner as we exchange kisses. I might also like words of affirmation, but I have a hard time accepting praise. As for my giving love language, I think it would be acts of service because I want to be both a strong partner for them and do little things to ease their mind.

Likes: Drawing, designing costumes, walking, animals, soft blankets, notebooks, the smell of home-baked food and a campfire, going somewhere new, the supernatural, true crime, animated movies, cosplay, anime/cartoons, sweets, working in archives, libraries, friends, and family.

Dislikes: Rude disrespectful people, loud noises like fireworks, my personal space being invaded, narcissists. People who don’t value others.

I hope this isn’t too much information. Sorry in advance if it is.📚

Hello!

I thought of a few characters, but as a matchmaker I would set you on a blind date with...

William Vangeance

William is a quiet, gentle person despite being a Magic Knight captain. And he is a deeply empathetic person despite his crimes; in fact, it was his nature that tries to understand others that ultimately contributed to him not being able to choose between his friend (Patri) and his mentor (Julius). Though the situation was complex and nuanced, he doesn't claim that he wasn't in the wrong, but felt deep gratitude to Julius for giving him another chance.

He is also a little bit shy and awkward when it comes to personal relations. As a knight and a captain? He can work around that paradigm without an issue, but when it comes to opening up to a person about who he is himself, as William, that is more difficult.

He's also able to understand feeling restricted because of a condition, because his scar has left a mark on him, and he does harbour insecurities about it still. So, he'd very much appreciate if his spouse would understand that aspect of life as well. That it's not always that easy.

His childhood didn't also allow much for mischief or being playful, so a spouse who can be a little bit quirky around him and with who he can learn to be a little bit silly, will bring light to his soul. He also enjoys spending time in the garden, and has bird feeders around, so that there are always animals around the base as companions, but despite of it he's not exactly an outdoors-y person, but prefers to stay inside.

The library and archives of the Golden Dawn would be at your disposal, because he'd like to make your time there as comfortable as possible. He is very much about giving and providing, especially now that he is in a position to do so. And partially because he knows that he has done wrong, he'd appreciate a spouse who can help him see the bright side of the situation.

As a way of showing his affection, he'd pick up poetry to try and give you words of affirmation that you deserve. Because he doesn't want a day go by where you don't know just how much he loves and cares for you.

William would be a soft person who'd try to work around your boundaries and what you're comfortable with, while trying to figure out how to express himself in the beginning. But once things get rolling, you'd see just how caring and gentle he can be. Sometimes it is similarities that attract, though you do have some differences between yourselves as well to mix things up ;)

[envihellbender]

Backrooms fatty

Characters: u/urbexmallrat (OC), unnamed monstrosity

Content: fat monster, creepypasta thinly veiled fetish, impossibly big

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r/FindingTheBackrooms posted by u/urbexmallrat 21 hours ago

Anyone seen this monster in the Backrooms?

Hey guys,

I was recommended this subreddit by r/urbexuk after no one there could help me. I thought The Backrooms was just a dumb creepypasta but honestly it’s the best explanation for what I stumbled upon. Bit of background, I’m a photographer, I’ve had pictures published in National Geographic so I’m the real deal. Outside of this occurrence I’m just a normal guy with a camera, I’m really into urbex and working on a book right now. There’s a shopping centre near me that I went to as a kid in the early 90s. I’m from a small town just off the motorway and the building used to be this huge busy place a couple of miles away. There was an arcade, cinema, all that stuff. It was really, really huge. It’s so weird to me that it was abandoned and honestly, it’s terrifying and fascinating to me that this place is completely deserted and being taken over by nature when I went there every weekend until I was 12.

Just to set the scene, here’s some pics of the place. Maybe it’ll be familiar to someone and you can explain away what I’ve seen. Hell, I’d love it if someone could do that.

The first photograph is of the entrance of a shopping mall, the windows have been smashed or bordered up, and the tiles on the floor have weeds and dead grass growing through the cracks. The walls have ivy and half dead trees clinging to them, and beneath that is a Starbucks that has had all of its furniture removed and strange symbols spray painted on the walls and floor inside of it. There’s a giant fountain in the middle of the entrance walkway, the water inside it is murky and covered in a strange slime. The second is of the entrance to an arcade. The machines are covered in a thick layer of dust and there are forgotten toys in a crane machine. There’s some strange orange teddy bears that are filled with stuffing in odd selections that have lumps in them. Their eyes are tears in their fabric, they look like a strange cross between a rabbit and a goat. The third photograph is taken from an above walkway showing the floor beneath, there are some abandoned shops and an outdoor coffee shop that has a couple of feral cats sitting by a dormant and decrepit coffee machine.

See? It’s called the Silver Bells Shopping Centre. I’d be interested to hear from anyone else who remembers it because none of my childhood friends or family remember it. So weird. I still have a Garfield Teddy from the crane machine at that arcade, it sits on my shelf. Here it is:

The photo shows a strangely shaped stuffed animal, one of the orange toys from the previous picture.

Anyway, I was using the opportunity to go find parts of the place we don’t usually see. I intended to go see some back storage rooms then go to the cellar. I guess I found that… anyway, I went to the food court which was kept on the lowest level and found a McDonalds. I hopped over the counter and slipped down the back. There was a lot of rats living in the now empty deep fat fryers but I figured live and let live. Weirdly I don’t remember having left the kitchen, but I must have done. I walked forwards, expecting to reach a door to take me out to some storage place. Instead I was walking for a good five minutes without going through anything and when I turned round the McDonalds was gone and there was just that terrifying yellow painted brick wall. I took some photos:

The first photo showed a family of rats living in the deep fat fryer, five were staring at the phone with bright red eyes. The second shows a blurry wall with light yellow bricks. The third, forth, and fifth all show different parts of the corridor, they all look essentially the same - yellow bricks, which stone floor, and nothing else distinctive.

So I had no idea how I ended up there but honestly I was mostly just assuming I was lost and took photos to help find my way back. I was wandering around these corridors for a long, long, loooooong time. My phone alarms kept going off - I have one at 2.30pm, one at 5:10pm, and one of 7:30pm so that’s how I knew time was moving even if my mobile clock hadn’t moved (yeah I know, how were my alarms going off if the time on my phone wasn’t moving, no idea!) After the last alarm I finally saw a door, and was over the fucking moon, so happy I got scared of going through it. Kind wish I hadn’t. Well. I guess doing that meant whatever weird monster I saw could guide me out, after it took what it liked from me. I can’t explain what I saw, or how I got out. And it doesn’t matter. I don’t care, I just wanna know what the fuck happened to me and what the fuck did I see. Here’s the monster I saw, doesn’t seem to match any monsters you guys have on file so I’m hoping that I missed something. Not sure how I feel about being the one who found out about a new species …

These sets of photos are much worse quality than the other pictures, and it’s not entirely clear what they are. The first shows a strange pile of flesh, a bright light - perhaps the camera flash - reflects against it. If you focus you can see that there’s a smattering of black hair over it, and angry purple marks where the skin has stretched obscenely. At first it simply looks like a closeup, but the photographer’s shadow shows that the navel or the occupant is significantly bigger than the owner of the flab. The second shows the adipose from a different angle, there’s one gigantic hill of fat, there’s another on top of it, and one more. This looks more human, but the way the light flashes and reflects on something on the otherwise of the wall shows that the height of the photographer is half that of the lower most fat roll. The third is an eye, a milky brown iris with bloodshot whites, that is crushed between a bloated cheek and sagging forehead, causing it to be a pinprick. The final photo shows the photographers digits held up against two enormous bloated brown lips, showing that just one of the slug like features is larger than the camera man’s entire hand.

So yeah. That’s the monster I found. If I had to estimate the size… well, it was significantly taller than me and I had to climb on it to get most of the photos. I’m six foot three, and I barely came up to its navel. I’ve seen elephants, whales, and stuff but none of them came close to it. Honestly if I didn’t know any better I’d say the creature was as big as I predicted the shopping mall was. Does this mean anything? Anyone see anything similar?

Update 1: please can every ignore my teddy and focus on the actual post lol

Update 2: I don’t know everyone’s focusing on my teddy but it’s Garfield lol don’t any of you remember Garfield?

Update 3: ignoring every question about my teddy now lol but thanks for everyone who asked me about the monster. Seems this isn’t a common experience but u/roadkillnapster pointed out that without a decent photo that shows more of the overall shape, it’s possible it’s a known monster that’s gotten really fat. Seems possible to me. Any fleshy monsters that could be similar?

Update 4: wow I wasn’t expecting so much conversation off my post, lotta people want to see it and have asked if I could show more videos and photos. I mean I don’t know but I’ll see if I can set up a livestream, so glad a lot of you wanna get to the bottom of this too!

Update 5: and thanks for freaking me out about my Garfield teddy, the wool is doing this weird expanding thing so it’s doubled in size and now I’m all scared it’s haunted lol

[joannaliangart]

Human Nature (2021), my ib art solo exhibition! About using plants and nature as metaphors to symbolize human emotion and spirit.

It's quaint and patch-work looking haha but that's what makes it sweet to me. I know the photos are really shitty but they're the only ones I could find???? And they were like. crunched up lil screenshots of the original photos (so it's like. why didn't I just save the original photo file instead of taking screenshots?? who knows lol)

exhibition title was conceived of pretty early on into my ib art class, after I heard the song Give it Up by I Fight Dragons. "give it up for human nature!" ah I love how they sing that line...

My thesis in my curatorial rationale was:

"Human Nature explores the wavering personal connections we have and their impact on emotion, by drawing parallels to plants, animals, and the environment. My exhibition was influenced by the symbolic ways I noticed nature mirrored human life, and my experiences with how losing and finding connection with myself and others have affected me."

My art class had a garage door opening to the outside of the school, and I'd always wanted Human Nature to be located outdoors in some way. My original idea was somewhere else out on school grounds, but I think I wasn't allowed to do it there or smth?? Or maybe I think it was that I couldn't figure out where to display/hang certain pieces there (I think Rediscovery was the problem child cause he was so big lol)

I asked my teacher if I could use the garage door and they said yes! I think they were excited about it because it was a new kinda unconventional idea just because I think that garage door never fuckin gets opened lmao; day to day we'd just treat the thing as a second wall haha

This way we could also hang Rediscovery and something worth flying for on the bars of the garage door!! I went up on the tall ladder and wrangled with a lot of fishing line and wire lmao (here's the hanging of something worth flying for:)

Rediscovery looked SO fuckin good suspended with the breeze coming in and gently rippling the fabric AUGH it was perfect just how I wanted it ;w; I wish I took a video of it I don't think I did...

Here's me figuring out the projection of Unwanted; seeing which fabric colour worked better etc:

some random pics I took of please return (on the wall like an actual clock would be):

Also Yes Fruitless Longing was under the table because (ah here's how I wrote about it in my curatorial rationale:)

"Fruitless Longing similarly explores how the perceptions of others (or lack thereof) affects someone. It hides underneath the left table, shying from judgements and expectations. However, its lights only glow brighter in the dark— a fruitless attempt. The viewer has to crouch to get a good look at it, like coaxing a scared child out."

+bonus my embrace series was displayed in the nearby community centre as part of my art teacher looking into a space for her art class(es) to show some of our art if I recall correctly ^^

Artworks featured:

Rediscovery

something worth flying for

Wild Blood

Nests series: Flee The Nest and build a home

Unwanted

Uncertain Home

please return

embrace series

[jensownzoo]

Houseplant roundup - all the houseplants that I've picked up for free either in the alley next to the dumpsters or in the green waste dumpsters over the past 4 years. (Except for any aloe shown...I bought one plant and it loves making babies so they're all over the house)

I haven't identified all of them and some of them are still recovering from trauma, neglect, disease, or infestation but they're getting better.

Snake plant. This one had a few droopy leaves and just needed water.

Philodendron. This one had one leaf left. Just required potting up with new soil and water. The second smaller one just popped up later so maybe this was multi-plant arrangement once?

Dieffenbachia (with very tiny leaves) that needed potting up and watering. I'm thinking it might need something else, maybe dividing or root care because it's been a few years and still just puts out tiny leaves. Also a ponytail palm I just picked up today that looks fine, just gave it a bit of water. And above is a purple heart that I actually made from cuttings from the original plant that I currently have outdoors in a pot (overwinters inside). I'm going to pot it up and move it to a hanging basket upstairs to get more light. They get super dark purple in high light unlike this one. Not pictured is the haworthia in the white pot also up top that I didn't realize didn't make it into the pic.

Nice big jade plant in the back - just needed potting up and water. A flowering vine that I've seen on sale at home depot as a tropical annual and I've noted the name but it doesn't stick. It's like a mandevilla but smaller scale. Got this one in the fall when someone tossed it. It was afflicted badly by spider mites over the winter but has since recovered and exploded with growth. I need to pot this one up again and give it something taller to climb. And hanging we have a big healthy pothos plus two rooted cuttings that I had pruned off for being yellow when I first got the neglected, actively dying plant, but as it was pothos, stuck them in water because why not. I'll probably take some deliberate cuttings soon now that the plant has recovered and quadrupled in size.

I think this one is a majesty palm? It's the huge ones commonly sold in stores anyway. All it's fronds were brown and crispy when I got it but it still had two green leaf spikes in the center, so I did the standard pot up and water and it's gorgeous and huge and happy now. I kept it outside last summer but it's pot is just too heavy to keep dragging it up and down the stairs for seasonal rotation.

Fiddle head fig had brown swathes on nearly all it's leaves so I pruned them off, potted it up, and kept it outside until it got too cold. By that time it had new healthy leaves and had recovered from whatever disease or deficiency it was suffering from. I don't know the next one but it has a light purple stripe along the leaf. I thought it was dead for 6 months after the last live leaf fell, but I was too lazy to dump the pot over the winter and it got new growth this spring so I'm glad I didn't! I'll probably add a different plant in the pot with it to provide an 'understory' since it's like a tall, thin sparkler. And then we have a type of yucca palm. It used to sit on that radiator but got too tall and completely blocked the window. It's less happy now so it's getting moved to replace that one philodendron as that's a south-facing window. I've had this one the longest and I honestly don't remember what shape it was in originally.

Monstera with one large leaf. Was severely pot bound. Now that it's adjusted, I may pull it out, mess with the roots some more, and pot it up again. I just need more potting soil atm. The aluminum foil is to keep one of the cats from peeing in it until it gets a little more soil coverage. Little unidentified palm in front that was mostly dead in a gallon size pot. Downsized to this smaller pot after I pulled all the dead bits out. I think it had maybe 3 stems remaining so it has recovered nicely. I keep forgetting what the plant hiding behind the monstera's stake is, but it just needed it's dead bottom leaves removed and water. Then two philodendrons. I think. The pale green one is still giving me fits. I have had issues keeping leaves on the main stem, the growth at the base is relatively new. The pale color seems to be part of the variety and it gets leaf scorch ridiculously easily yet yearns for sun. I keep moving it around the house trying to find it's happy place, but it's a work in progress. I think the second dark green plant just needs more sun so it's getting moved upstairs once I clear a spot.

Random succulent (cat planter) that came from one of those multi-variety planters in which all the other varieties were dead from dehydration.

And another random succulent that has done spectacularly. Some of it's leaf spikes are THREE FEET long. They're mostly round in cross-section (unlike aloe). I kinda want to repot it and move it to give it more room, but it's doing so well where it is.

And that's it except for roughly 20 aloe plants of various sizes. My home is greening up nicely and all it's costing me is some TLC and potting soil.

[jji-lee]

how about something like their s/o loving their mustache look and don't want them to shave?

sorry that this is so late, and that i made it kinda long!!! i added the other part you mentioned too! i spent hours looking at dreamies mustache pics, hope you enjoy! ☺

❀༉‧₊˚. mark’s facial hair grew back quite quickly, but mark was quicker, shaving off any stubble that made an appearance.

but with the recent comeback, having to wake up early and rush to practice and coming home only to eat and sleep, simply wearing a mask outdoors would have to suffice. after a busy couple of weeks you had been dying to see your boyfriend, inviting him over to spend the night. when you finally heard the jingling of the keys you sprung out of bed to greet your boyfriend. as the door opened and you got a look at mark, a dark shadow cast over his lip and light stubble adorned his chin and jawline. you stepped back for a second to admire this new look. mark laughed awkwardly, covering his face, “dude stop staringgg, i didn’t have time to shave i wanted to see you so i just rushed over” you grabbed his hand pulling him towards the couch, “no no no, i’ve just never seen you like this, you look really good markie, you should grow it out more often” you reached up to touch his mustache, smiling at the new feeling. mark was blushing like crazy, maybe some stubble wasn't so bad after all.

❀༉‧₊˚. renjun almost never grew facial hair, it took months for even the tiniest amount of hair to pop up.

so when you went in for a kiss and instead were greeted by an itchy upper lip, you knew you couldn't leave renjun alone about it. you grabbed his face, using your thumbs to run over the tiny stubble that had appeared on renjun's upper lip. "um, babe is this some new tiktok trend you saw, what's going on with you" he pulled your hands off him looking at you with concerned eyes. "junnie you have a mustache! a real actual mustache is growing right now!" he slapped his hand over his mouth, clearly embarrassed by this new revelation. "you're a liar let me go see" he rushed to the vanity gasping when he noticed small hairs beginning to grow. "where's the razor i need this gone right now!" you giggled at your boyfriend's reaction rushing to stop him from removing his hair, "wait no no, i never get to see you like this, leave it, just for today!" renjun let out a sigh knowing he couldn't say no to you, "fine, but i'll make you so sick of my mustache that you'll never want me hairy again" he pressed his upper lip to your cheek rubbing harshly, causing you to push him away "not so nice now, right baby"

❀༉‧₊˚. jeno was always handsome, but right now how you were seeing him, no makeup, wet hair, towel around his hips, and a slight stubble growing on his upper lip and chin, jeno was godly.

"hello? earth to y/n? you're acting like you've never seen me naked" naked? that was the least of your concerns right now, jeno with facial hair was a rare sight only on a night like now, straight after practice and too tired to shave, could you see him like this. jeno gently sat on the bed next to you, reaching out to hold your chin, using it to make you face him, "hey sweet girl, are you ignoring me?" you blinked a couple times still processing the sight in front of you, now much closer, "sorry, sorry, i just, i don't get to see you like this often" you blushed looking away from him. jeno still confused by your reaction, "shirtless? baby we've been dating for years, did my muscles get bigger?" he chuckled at his own comment slightly flexing his biceps. you slapped his arm laughing at his silly movements, "no jen, your mustache, you look so handsome like this." now it was jeno's turn to blush, eyes growing wide at the realization that your focus was on his stubble. he reached up to cover his face, "sorry i need to get new batteries for my razor" you pulled his hands away from his face leaning towards him to plant a kiss on his chin stubble, "don't worry about it, you look really good like this puppy."

❀༉‧₊˚. haechan hated that his facial hair grew back so quickly.

he'd shave at night and the next morning a shadow would be cast over his lip and on his chin, hair already growing back. but what he hated more was how you avoided him when he did have facial hair. what he didn't know is that you loved seeing haechan with facial hair. haechan had been busy, his razor laying cold and alone on the bathroom counter, his mustache and chin hair dark and prominent. as he joined you in bed, pulling you by your waist to face him, you tried you best to not ogle at your boyfriend's facial hair, looking anywhere but his face. he noticed you avoidant gaze, reaching up to force you to look at him, "do you really dislike my mustache that much, you can't even look at me baby?" heat began to rise to your face, finally fully looking at your beautiful boyfriend, "wha-what, of course not! i- i actually think i like it a little too much" your hand reached up hesitantly to brush against his chin hair. haechan was more than pleased with your response, leaning into your touch, "oh my baby, why didn't you just say so, had me nervous thinking you hated my hair," "no! i could never hate your facial hair, it's, it's actually a really good look on you" he smiled wide, an idea popping into his head, "well, i will definitely be throwing my razor away" he leaned his face closer to you rubbing his prickly chin against your neck, laughing when you tried pushing him away, "hyuck please, that tickles!"

❀༉‧₊˚. jaemin could not believe what he was seeing.

he had been going through your phone trying to find an image of lucy, luke, and luna to send it to himself when he stumbled upon a photo of himself. actually, not a photo, a whole folder titled, 'nana no shave,' he had to give it to you, it was clever, but the countless pics of him with stubble was not just shocking, but concerning. jaemin had no idea that you had liked his stubble so much, let alone have a collection of pictures of it. he decided to put your love for his mustache to the test, letting it grow out for a week. he had been relaxing on the couch watching a drama you had recommended when from the corner of his eye he sees you quickly holding your phone up ready to take a picture, but he was quicker reaching across the couch to snatch your phone from you, "aha, i finally caught you, you were taking pics of my stubble weren't you!" he pointed his finger at you, you sat there shocked that you had been discovered, not knowing that jaemin had caught on to your hidden obsession, you weren't ashamed though, "yeah, and what if i was, what are you gonna do about it jaem?" his shoulders sagged his lips forming a pout, "huh, well i guess nothing" his shoulders perked up again, a smirk on his lips "but stop taking hidden pictures of me! next time just ask me princess, i'll give you all of my mustache pics"

❀༉‧₊˚. chenle loved to annoy you with his stubble.

Every opportunity he got to rub his prickly cheek against yours he would take it. you would always push him away, pretending that you were annoyed by his actions, when in reality you loved to see chenle with his stubble. today was no different. chenle was on week two of no shaving, stubble having grown significantly. you were laying in bed scrolling through your phone when you felt the bed sink next to you, your very hyper boyfriend ready to interrupt you relaxation, "hi lele, is there anything i can help you with?" all you heard was, "nope" before your phone was snatched from your hands and your boyfriend was hovering over you grinning widely, "like my mustache baby?" he wiggled his eyebrows at you struggling to hold back his giggles. you reached up to rub your fingers against his stubble, gently pulling at the hair, "actually, yes i do like your little mustache, makes you look handsome," chenle froze for a second shocked by your sudden confession and then a frown formed on his face, "no fair, if you like it how am i supposed to annoy you now!" he leaned down to rub his cheeks against yours causing you to squirm under his hold. you giggled at him trying to push him away. He sat up, straddling you, "see you're enjoying this, i need a new plan now!"

❀༉‧₊˚. jisung would not be caught dead with stubble in front of you.

the relationship was relatively fresh, he had confessed in june and by august you two were going steady. now it was the start of november and jisung still didn't feel ready to let you see his facial hair grow out, yes it was normal but what if you hated it? that's why when you came up to him asking him to participate in 'no hair november' proudly showing him your week build up of armpit hair, he was hesitant. but god you looked so pretty like this, bushy brows and prickly legs, so what could be the harm in growing some hair himself? it took 4 days for jisung's stubble to finally appear. when he looked in the mirror and saw the light shadow on his chin he was nervous to go and show you, but you beat him to it, his phone rang loudly, your contact name, 'my star💫' shining on him screen. when he picked up your smiling face appeared on the screen, "ji baby look at how much my hairs grown!" you pointed the camera at you legs showing off how the stubble has turned into soft leg hair. jisung smiled warmly at your happiness forgetting that his face was on screen, "oh my goodness sungie look at that stubble!" he quickly moved the camera, only showing his forehead on the screen, "ahh stop it, it's embarrassing" he heard you giggle, "you look so good sung, and it's for a good cause, show it off!" you saw the the camera slowly pan out, his full face coming into view, a shy smile on his face, you were definitely going to start hiding his razor from him.

[iffoundreturntosea]

April 8, Day 98/99

Day 98 2015

It was a rainy cloudy, warm kinda spring day.

#rainy #cloudy #warm #spring #nature #garden #outdoors #wet #water #trees #grass #afternoon #beautiful #grayskies #clouds #country #missouri #love #mothernature #plants #vivid #rain #rainstorm #picoftheday #project365 #day98

My Grandparent's garden was such a beautiful place! Even in the rain!

Day 99 2016

The curtain calls

#curtains #white #colors #shadesofspring #pastels #april #picoftheday #project365 #day99

This had to have been another day of grasping! haha

Day 98 2017

Bruce is a party animal!

#birthdayparty #party #partyanimal #birthdaycake #cake #happybirthday #bruce #shark #gooddaybruce #findingnemo #april #picoftheday #project365 #day98

Day 98 2018

Cranesbill (Erodium cicutarium)

#cranesbill #purpleflower #weedsareflowerstoo #wildflowers #flowers #texas #spring #nature #outdoors #april #bouquet #picoftheday #project365 #day98

Day 98 2019

I love zoos of all kinds but especially my zoo, Ft Worth!

#educational #conservation #animals #learn #hippo #zoo #fortworthzoo #splash #play #nationalzooloversday #april #april8 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day98

Day 99 2020

I need a creativity break I’m so mentally exhausted so I’m going to let niece do all the work (though she did let me add a filter) 😉 “This cat is sad bc it is locked out in the rain and the owners are at the movies!”

#drawing #art #create #niece #cat #sadcat #rain #wetcat #drawingsbyniece #april #april8 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day99

Day 98 2021

Yin and yang

#nature #outdoors #sun #sunrays #clouds #light #dark #texas #spring #april #april8 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day98

Day 98 2022

I never thought I’d see one myself! A white-lined sphinx (Hyles lineata) drinking from common henbit (Lamium amplexicaule). 😍

#texas #spring #nature #lifemoth #whitelinedsphinxmoth #hyleslineata #commonhenbit #lamiumamplexicaule #april #april8 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day98

I just found out that Grandpa, who was visiting at the time, still thinks we all saw a hummingbird instead of a moth! haha

Day 98 2023

💙

#beach #sand #water #sunnyafternoon #clouds #turtle #magnus #magnifynature #nature #april #april8 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day98

One of my favorites of Magnus!

Day 99 2024

Pretty cloudy here at the beach today and I had issues with my camera. If you know me you’ve heard me talk about being cursed when it comes to astrological events…today was no different 🤣 The orange sides is from a pic I got of the sun through my glasses. On the bright side I shared my glasses with a man and he was very excited to have gotten to see it for the few seconds that he did.

#eclipse #dailytheme #cloudytheme #beach #solareclipse2024 #cursed #april #april8 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day99

I honestly don't plan out to photograph these sorts of events because it really never has worked out so even though it landed on a day off I stayed home. I am now dealing with intense jealous feelings from my friend's and family's posts back home. But it's fine because I found a mushroom growing out of a palm tree...

[wweassets]

Costume Contest anon here. Better late than never... it's time for the 2024 Fantasy Nude Calendar!

JANUARY: ANGEL G*RZA is a New Year's Resolutioner working out in his personal gym, laid out nude across a hamstring machine, with his huge ass sticking up in the air as he smiles at the camera.

FEBRUARY: PR*TTY DEADLY are celebrating Valentine's Day together in a heart-shaped Jacuzzi. ELT*N PRINCE is sipping champagne with his erection pointing up towards his abs, while K*T WILSON is reaching for the ice bucket behind him, with his fat ass pointed towards the camera.

MARCH: M*F is celebrating Oscars season, wearing his blond wig from "The Iron Claw." He's fully nude and standing on the top rope inside a vintage WCCW ring, holding up a gold Oscar statue and showing his huge ass towards the camera.

APRIL: L*GAN PAUL is celebrating "April Showers." He's re-creating his infamous shower pic with the US title, only this time, he's in an outdoor shower while on vacation in Indonesia. He's fully nude and has his championship belt wrapped around his neck, with the water dripping down his body, spilling off his penis and down his fat ass.

MAY: N*THAN FRAZER is celebrating "May Flowers." He's fully nude laying stomach-down on a grass field surrounded by sunflowers, his fat ass catching rays.

JUNE: It's finally summertime, and TR*CK WILLIAMS is celebrating by re-creating his famous ocean video, only this time, he's fully nude and dripping wet as he walks out of the water, dripping wet as his large dick is hanging down his thigh.

JULY: CH*D GABLE is celebrating the 2024 Olympics! He's sitting on a bench in front of a Greco-Roman wrestling mat, fully nude except for his wrestling headgear. He has gold medals wrapped around his right thigh, with his erection resting across his left thigh.

AUGUST: BR*N BREAKKER is giving "Dog Days of Summer." He's imitating a dog tied up in the back yard, fully nude except for a dog collar around his neck linked up to a small wooden dog house. He's on all 4's with an intense look towards the camera, arching his back and poking his huge muscular ass out.

SEPTEMBER: ADAM C*LE is doing a dark and serious shoot. He's sitting fully nude on a folding chair against a black background starting intensely at the camera without a smile. He's erect with his dick across his right thigh, and in his left hand is the white devil's mask.

OCTOBER: W*ARDLOW is celebrating a spooky night on Halloween. He's posing as a werewolf on a cliff-side at night, howling into a full moon, with the light illuminating his silhouette. He's fully nude, and perched like a wolf on all fours, with his giant muscular ass protruding out behind him.

NOVEMBER: LA KN*GHT is paying a tribute to the Brawny commercial he auditioned for, wearing wardrobe that is too small for his giant body. He's outdoors surrounded by autumn trees, wearing a ripped red plaid lumberjack shirt without sleeves and holding up a giant axe. His jeans are too tight, so much that he can't raise them up, so they sit right beneath his giant cheeks, fully exposed.

DECEMBER: S*TH ROLLINS is closing out 2024 and celebrating the holidays! He's fully nude decorating his Christmas tree, and is getting wrapped up in the string lights he's putting on it., so they are wrapped around his naked body. He's fully erect, and has a candy cane hanging from his hard dick.

HAPPY 2024! Which 3 months are you permanently tearing out and hanging on your wall?

first of all HEYYYY icon, welcome back<333 this is so fucking funny cuz we have a second calendar that came in a few hours after yours fsdajfadsjasd WE EATING GOOD! anywya onto the important stuff...

this is so fucking hot.. as expected... you always deliver for us. every single one is hot and has made feel so:////

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trick

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seth

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angel

how about everyone else??

[griffther]

i can't stop thinking about this so i'm going to add the pics of these places for you all to look at while i procrastinate actually writing it

(im going to go in the order that i mention them above, not in the order they would be visiting them just btw)

starting off strong with the places in portland, we have:

the portland museum of art (fun building, cool art)

old port (it's hard to find a single picture that captures the Vibes of this place very well, but it's basically a huge modern functional port built over the old historic port and it's created a very cool little shop area)

the portland head light (i took these two pics, the first is looking at the lighthouse and the second is the view from the lighthouse)

top of the world (this is another pic of mine and it isn't the best but i couldn't find a better one online, this is just a little lookout at a park at the top of a hill that looks out over portland and the bay)

now moving on from portland, we have rockland (a cute little fishing/port town that has a shit ton of lobstering)

rockland breakwater lighthouse (these are also my pics again, this is a tiny little lighthouse built out at the end of an almost mile long breakwater, meaning you can go walk out to it)

stephen king's house in bangor (once again my pics. i am dex in this situation, i was dragged along to go see some dude's house and the fence was cool and he had some wooden outdoor art but otherwise it was mostly just a victorian style new england home idk)

freeport (a whole little town built to look like the perfect new england town - my mom compares it to stars hollow from gilmore girls - including everything from the mcdonalds to the giant 5 building 24 hour l.l. bean campus)

ogunquit (i have no clue how to describe the vibes of this place and i can't find any good pics online, but it's like if a whole town was having a pride festival year round. everything is covered in rainbows, it's wild)

moose point state park (one of my pics again, this is a cute little state park south of bangor that isn't special in any way, i just like it)

camden hills state park (it's pretty and is known for being great to go leaf peeping in the fall. too bad the fog is gonna stop our boys from being able to see any of this lmao)

the desert of maine (exactly what it sounds like, it's a patch of sand dunes in the middle of a forest - it was caused by a glacier leaving behind mineral deposits - and it's a massive tourist attraction here. i personally have actually never been there, but most mainers hold a base line level of animosity towards it bc of the shitty experiences everyone seems to have had there)

cushing (this is the olson house in cushing where andrew wyeth stayed and that featured in a number of his paintings including his most famous piece Christina's World)

and last but not least, acadia national park (rated as one of the top 5 national parks in the country, acadia is gorgeous. it's got a lot of cool spots all over, but sargent mtn/the jordan pond loop is the coolest to me because i like being up high and getting to see everything lol)

there’s so many ppl enabling me in the notes of this post, so here enjoy some Thoughts i’ve had about the nurseydex maine road trip so far:

they do a road trip up the coast of maine over fall break their senior year so that nursey can see acadia national park while the leaves are changing

william “acts of service” poindexter decides that it is his Responsibility as nursey’s captain and fellow d-man to become maine’s official tour guide barbie. he plans the entire thing out and even prints them little itineraries and maps and shit because this boy is nothing is not Efficient

nursey makes them stop to see every single lighthouse they go anywhere near just to be a little shit (there are 65 lighthouses in maine, this would take So Long even if you just stopped at like a quarter of them)

the only canonical reference i could find for any actual locations in maine in the comic is that dex said his uncle who owned the lobster fishing boat he worked on over the summers lived in portland

(a side note to the above, i find this hilarious. portland is an pretty solidly liberal urban city - imagine a very small boston - and not somewhere you’re very likely to find small family-owned lobster fishing boats, at least in my experience. it would make way more sense for his uncle to live somewhere like rockland but i digress)

dex is 100% positive that nursey would Love portland so he carves out two whole days of their trip for them to stay with his uncle and explore. they go to the art museum and old port and the port head lighthouse and the top of the world lookout at fort sumner park and all the little shops and hidden places dex had found from living there every summer for years

nursey does end up loving portland but it might be more about the boy that shows it to him

even though his uncle lives in portland, i am still personally convinced that dex’s family mostly lives around the rockland area. i will go on a rant about nursey meeting dex’s close family another time, but while they’re in rockland, nursey continues his dedication to seeing all the lighthouses he can by forcing dex to make the almost mile long trek out to the breakwater lighthouse with him (don’t think about them standing alone next to this little building almost a mile out from land. the wind is chilly and strong and it makes dex’s hair look ridiculous and his cheeks flush and nursey definitely doesn’t want to kiss him ITS FINE ITS CHILL)

dex has them make a detour up to bangor and surprises nursey with going to see stephen king’s house. he doesnt understand why people are interested in looking at some dudes house At All but he does know nursey would love it so he does it anyways. the fence is cool and nursey gets so excited he almost face plants jumping out of the car, so dex counts it as a success

some random places i feel like dex would make them stop at along the way: freeport (nursey is both so confused and so delighted by just Everything about that place, but he loses his mind over the mcdonald’s and the ll bean outlet), ogunquit (dex purposefully takes highway 1 instead of the maine turnpike going towards portland so that they drive through ogunquit and he can see nursey’s face when he realizes they’re driving through the single gayest town he’s ever seen in his life and it’s in southern maine), moose point state park (there are a billion lil state parks in maine but i just randomly like this one in particular idk i think it’s cute), camden hills state park (it’s too foggy when they get there to drive up to the top so nursey makes them go on a hike instead so they didn’t “waste their time.” they get lost within like 10 minutes and are wet from the fog by the time they make it back to the car like 2 hours later), the desert of maine (it’s kinda boring to dex bc he’s seen it a dozen times since he was a kid, but nursey gets enthralled by the science behind it so it’s worth it), cushing (this is where the famous painter andrew wyeth lived at the olson house and was the subject of a lot of his work and i just feel like nursey would have fun seeing this place)

when they eventually make it to acadia, nursey ends up spending like two solid hours just sitting at sargent peak staring out over everything and desperately scrawling out lines of poetry into his notebook (dex spends most of those 2 hours staring at nursey but somehow doesn’t notice that nursey definitely isn’t writing about the scenery)

[sussex-nature-lover]

Saturday 18 February 2023

The Ups and Downs When Spring Stalls

My week’s been like these hyacinths. Good in parts and let down in others.

All my bulbs were bought and potted up at the same time, but look at the difference. One is so far behind it’s just tiny and no sign of any colour. I like hyacinths and I like all the individual little flowers combining to make a glorious flower head, but I tie the tall ones up at least twice a day as they’re so heavy they’re leaning again in no time. We were in the supermarket yesterday and I noticed their offerings had exactly the same problem, so it’s not just mine. 

The distinct fragrance perfumes a whole room

Actually I mention the perfume, but I’ve had to move the pots into more open areas, as it’s started to give me a headache, it’s so intense, like lilies. I shall put them outdoors directly into the soil after they’ve finished and next year pot up something less heady - in both senses of the word - for the house

Beautiful bark

I went to do my regular inspection in the woods and again, so very disappointing - a litter pick

What on earth is wrong with people that they think open ground is a suitable resting place for their trash. I could rant on but I’ve done it all before and I very much doubt anyone who cares to read this would think any differently

I’d love to put up a sign saying TAKE IT HOME, but fear it’ll only encourage rebellion from the kind of idiot who can’t work that out as a given

On a much brighter note, this year I’ve noticed just how many hazel trees we have both in the garden and the woods. The growth is vigorous but we’ve been having such grey weather that the catkins aren’t glowing as well as below. I hope the ancient legend’s true. We could do with a bit more inspiration and wisdom coming our way, but never-the-less we should see plenty of nuts. The tree above, which is on show through our side window is more of a green-lemon shade

Hazel (Corylus avellana) Hazel shrubs are monoecious, which means they have male and female flowers on the same plant.  The catkins, droop from branch twigs and can be seen from January to March. Catkins are the male flowers of the Hazel tree and, if you look very close, you should can see the tiny red filaments of the female flowers sticking out from a small bud.

The catkins in the woods are much more golden than in the garden, but the camera still isn’t capturing the glow. It’s slightly easier to tell from this pic, below, where I’m watching the birds, whilst I’m under observation too. You need to imagine the glow when the sun comes out

I’ll make a list. Since I sat to write this, I’ve seen robins, house sparrows, great spotted woodpeckers, starlings, nuthatch, long tailed tits, blue tits, great tits, marsh tits, blackbirds, Inspector Pritchard, Anton the pheasant and a pesky squirrel after the suet. For a very short while, judging on shape and posture, I hoped I’d spotted a song thrush, but when she emerged from the bushes, it was a female blackbird after all. That was pretty much a full house of our regulars though

The birds are going to be scouting new homes and because we need a big tidy up, they’re being a little bit displaced. The garden next door was suffering from some heavy growth that was hanging over our side of the fence too. It was blocking light out from our corner sitting room windows, but also over shadowing other plants, drying out the soil and causing a lot of mossy growth on paths. Now they’ve taken an awful lot of it down it’s really opened both gardens and later this week the willow is going to get its second or third ‘haircut’ in the time we’ve lived here. We’ve never forgotten the shock of the first one, the tree looked absolutely annihilated, but of course, it was incredible how it came back through the season

To be honest I’m planning on getting out with the shears and the hedge cutter and giving our big shrubs another hacking back so everything can hopefully strengthen and flourish nicely too. I’m still getting my head around how much heavy work we did all last summer and early autumn and what a toll the winter has taken on the garden. We’ve lost several shrubs and for the first time, pots have bitten the dust too. There’s an awful lot to do out there, but the birds still have a thriving and hospitable habitat 

‘Inspector’ inspecting

First out of the blocks for meeting the new season is his lordship. Just look how his feathers have grown and he’s displaying now several times a day

Sadly, Anton isn’t at all impressed, but their friendship is ongoing. This morning they were waiting together again like buddies, eager for Crow to go out and stock up the seed trays.

Anton did have three ladies with him earlier in the week, but we only saw them the one time. I’m in no doubt that he’s in poll position for the girlfriend derby. Oh well, at least Prichard has plenty of company here and we do talk to him and provide a healthy, varied diet - his life could be worse

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dkahkdhakdha imagine dadgojo and his little dumpling on the hunt/search of chocolate eggs scattered and hidden around the house while wearing little bunny ears and carrying a little basket! the entire scene being so adorable and funny kdjhakdhakd. Gojo tried to eat one but the little one scolded him because they can't eat until they find them all. gojo helping him reach the ones hidden on high places while S/o is enjoying the view and snaping pics of this wholesome moment :')

anon this was such a cute idea ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) tho i’m really really really sorry it took me so long to respond and it’s not even easter month anymore 😭😭😭

"yuweka!!"

your toddler's squeals echoed throughout your down floor bathroom as he found the sixth easter egg you and your husband had hidden around the house. you capture the moment with your phone, smiling tenderly at how your baby adorably mispronounces 'eureka' every time he spots a small oval-shaped object.

"dada, lookie!" your son effortlessly raises his light blue basket full of the medium-sized chocolate eggs he had already found. the said eggs made by you and satoru after tucking seishiro into sleep last night had a tempered chocolate as the outermost layer, a lemon drizzle flavored sponge cake as the inner layer, and a raspberry filling as the innermost layer. the whole egg was homemade and made with buckets of his parents’ love, except for its wrapper which was a variety of colorful patterned beeswax paper that you ordered from amazon japan (satoru refused to use colored aluminum foils as they weren't reusable).

the father, wearing his white and blue bunny ears, beams at his son before praising him for his efforts, "great job, dumpling! i wonder where the rest are? hmmm." the older man then comically looks up in contemplation as he holds his chin with his thumb and index finger.

seishiro lets out a giggle before toddling excitedly out of the bathroom, his cerulean eyes immediately scanning his surroundings like a predator hunting for a prey (in his case chocolate eggs).

it's cute. how your baby tries his very best to appear intimidating as he whips his head back and forth. yet with him holding that little basket you yourself crotched while wearing those white and purple fluffy bunny ears that match his hair, he just looks like a tiny kitten searching for a carrot.

your little boy was so excited for his second easter egg hunting that he managed to wake up fifteen minutes before seven a.m., throwing you and satoru off when he suddenly appeared screaming "eggies!!" while you were still setting up for his egg hunt. (you had to convince him to eat his breakfast first as your husband continued hiding the eggs.)

seishiro makes his way back to the living room, carefully climbing the marbled stairs with his short chubby legs while singing some gibberish cartoon theme and holding his father's hand. he lets go of the taller man's hand and runs straight towards the balcony as soon as he steps on the last case, tiptoeing to pull the glass door's lock down and sliding it to the right with his brute strength.

as the child snickers and runs outside, you and your husband look at each other with your mouths agape. you’re quite sure you were both thinking about the same thing. 'since when could our baby do that?' and 'do we have to toddler-proof the balcony?’

your balcony is a wide, L-shaped deck with 20-inch-tall glass balustrades on the edges covered with bushes of hydrangea and an L-shaped white outdoor couch positioned on the intersection. in front of the sofa was a matching 1.5-million-yen white boca de lobo lapiaz oval center table containing the hidden chocolate egg you hid with satoru earlier.

adjacent to the couch and to the side of the wall was a small infinity pool where the three of you occasionally swim, and an outdoor rattan lying bed your family rests in after a fun pool day.

you watch your baby whip his head all around his surroundings, platinum eyebrows adorably scrunched up as he walks towards the shrubs and crouches down to inspect them. you and satoru keep your distance from him, but still heavily on guard in case the toddler suddenly loses his balance and falls face down (you know the glass railings are more than sturdy and won’t shatter if that happens, but you’re both highly paranoid and unreasonable when it comes to seishiro’s safety).

“aw yew hiw, eggies?” you hear the toddler murmur while combing through the bushes, before he gets momentarily distracted by the fully bloomed pink hydrangea that came into his view.

your baby seemed to be deep in thought as he inspected the flower carefully, even putting his basket down at his side and muttering something to himself quietly. satoru asked his dumpling if he found hydrangea pretty, but seishiro was too immersed in touching the pink flower to even hear his father.

the toddler finally nods with resolution before using his two little hands to pluck the blossom and place it alongside his easter eggs. he looks at the both of you afterwards, standing up (but not before kissing the plant and apologizing to it) and running towards you while carrying his little basket.

your baby stands in front of you shyly, fiddling with the coral flower resting on the eggs as if he's hesitant to say something.

and you absolutely can't have that—seishiro thinking that he should not (or could not) voice out his concerns to his parents is a no-no.

so you and satoru automatically crouch down to his eye level, the white-haired sorcerer even lifting the child up to sit on his thigh.

"what's wrong, dumpling? hmm?" your husband asks while attempting to make eye contact with the boy. you, on the other hand, card your hand through your child’s locks on his forehead to keep his silky hair from blocking his eyes.

seishiro just snickers and sticks his tongue out at his father (who exaggeratingly gasped), before turning to you and meekly offering you the fully bloomed pink hydrangea. "pwetty fyowew fow pwetty mama!" he cheerfully declares as he stands up and presses a wet kiss full of adoration from his little heart on your cheek.

"ow ow ow ow dumpling, dada's hair! dada's hair!!"

your husband's dramatic cries were overpowered by your toddler's angelic laugh as he sat on his father's nape, pulling the older man's thick platinum hair to control wherever he wanted to go.

you continue taking pictures of their moment, zooming in fondly at your phone to look at the perfectly candid photograph of your baby boy gripping his father's hair with his eyes scrunched closed and mouth formed into a wide smile. said father below him had the same expression, although his face was contorted into something that looked awfully akin to pain (maybe he wasn't being dramatic after all).

seishiro is now on his second to the last egg, scouting the top of the kitchen shelves after finding three hidden at the top of his playroom cabinets. he probably got tired asking his older carbon copy "dada, can you wift seishi?" every time he thinks he spots something small oval-shaped object, so he asked to just sit on the back of his father's head the moment the three of you left the room.

“sowwy, dada.” the boy rubs satoru’s head with his chubby little hands and presses his lips onto the thick tufts of white hair. he then gives the chocolate egg he grabbed from one of the cupboards to his father who was currently holding the now tiny basket in his left hand.

just when your baby was about to go back to pulling his father's hair to maneuver out of the kitchen and look for the last egg, the sound of paper rustling immediately reached his ears. he looked down and saw his own father unwrapping the egg the boy had just given.

satoru was about to put the treat in his mouth when a pair of small soft hands suddenly covered his open mouth and a cheeky giggle was released, prompting your husband to look up and attempt to speak through a muffled voice.

“dada… can’t eat seishi’s eggies… untiw we find… ow eggies!” your baby eloquently says, astonishing both you and your husband (most especially your husband, who didn’t even notice that seishiro had already grabbed the treat from his fingers and handed it to you instead).

satoru then suddenly lifts seishiro off his nape and sits him on the countertop while you slowly walk towards them.

"since when could you speak so well, huh, dumpling? since when?" your husband starts attacking the boy with neck kisses, making seishiro laugh and squirm around while struggling to answer his father. you join in satoru’s kiss assault, blowing raspberry on your toddler's belly and wish for your precious baby to never grow up.

happy super late easter!!(?) hehe

navi

[dazaiaiko]

i don’t know if your request are open but if they are can you pleaseee write hcs with dazai and his s/o getting married plss!!

Hey anon thanks for requesting, I had a severe brain rot while writing this hence the delay! Enjoy your 📖 😩🥰 stay safe and hydrated

Congratulations on marrying Dazai!!

The night before the wedding he won’t be able to sleep, why? because you both had made a "pact" to not kiss or touch each other from a month before the wedding so that your wedding kiss becomes extra special~

This touch starved man was swimming in dreams about the next day, holding you in his arms for the first time in a decade, kissing you after an eternity (it only felt like that to him) and most of all becoming one for life.

The fact that you both had a competition about who would write the best wedding vow also deprived him of sleep. He had been working on it for the past three weeks but nothing seemed to complement the importance of the occasion which would stay in his memory for life.

How was he supposed to let his already perfect wife (geez what’s the hurry?!) know how much fortunate he is to be able to be her groom!

Chuckling giddily to himself he just looked at your picture on his desk. It was a picture of you wearing a yukata and holding a bag full of little fishes you had caught last year at the festival. And to think this beautiful angel was about to be his and he was about to be hers tomorrow made him smile involuntarily.

Nothing seemed to ruin his mood anymore not even Kunikida’s constant nagging about him needing his beauty sleep before the wedding and following the schedule second to second.

After god knows how many blood vessels that were sacrificed, he finally lay down on the bed while looking at the stars through his window.

To him you were not the moon, Nope. If you were the moon you would have reduced his whole being to ashes with your light.….you were the stars that filled up the night slowly but steadily, and before the night could even fathom it’s already basking in the light of the stars.

That’s what you were to him, the stars…He was the night sky basking in your light and would do for ages to come.

When morning came so did complicated thoughts and giddy feelings. He could feel butterflies in his stomach all the while fighting off negative thoughts about himself but the happiness today was enough to over-weigh the latter.

Seeing you after a week was truly such a bliss. As he got ready in his white tux (bonus at the end ;D) he keeps imagining how you would look in that white gown you had secretly sent him pics of two nights before. He had smiled quietly at your excitement then.

When he became ready he took one last look at all those crumpled up papers filled with incomplete vows but what use were they of anyway if they couldn't express his feelings fully. He would speak whatever his mind told him to rather than following a piece of paper.

As he proceeded towards the venue of the wedding, an outdoor wedding, he felt as though the heavens themselves were congratulating him on his future by the clear skies and slight cherry blossoms starting in to bud a bit early than other years.

And under them a chair.....reserved for Oda seemed to be so at peace…..it was the only chair which had a Chrysanthemums and carnations kept on it. He had never asked for this arrangement since he thought it would be weird but then he realised it was you, the only person he did not have to voice out his wishes to.

when you had asked what Oda’s favourite flowers were, or his favourite drink and colour it was all for this.

Yup, it was perfect. As time went by he starts to feel nervous. What if he messes up? What if you decide that he is worthless to devote your whole life to? But all those flutter away as he hears the car of the bride stopping at the archway to the wedding.

He takes one last glance at Oda’s chair and stands at the altar waiting for you to enter with the grace you possess and the light you shine.

And there you were, wearing that same gown you had clicked pictures of, light blue in colour which seemed to compete with that of the sky, but it was you who won the match anyway.

You swayed along with the light breeze in the air matching their pace, locking your arms with your father on one side and Fukuzawa san on the other. You were giggling and smiling brightly at every little thing on the way.

The little girl and boy throwing flowers on your path, at the little squirrel that passed by your foot, at Ranpo drooling at the sweets, Yosano already goddamn drunk, Kenji talking to people about various breeds of cows and most of all your husband to be standing at the altar with his hand outstretched for you to hold on to for life.

But oh? He was crying. A single tear slipped through his eyes as he looked at your god like form embracing every single dark entity of his being with such gentleness and benignity being careful to not break him at the same time.

You walked up to him, your own eyes glistening with tears as you took his hands. Your hands on his felt like it was what it was meant to be. His hands were made to fit yours perfectly and oh so gently.

Now he realised what you meant when you made that pact because you wanted this feeling to become this special, this innocent and this imprinting.

The priest smiled at you both as you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other, Everyone sat down as the priest started reciting the wedding speech.

"So do you Dazai Osamu take y/n l/n as your rightful wife till you breathe your last?"

"Just like how the night cannot live without the star’s shine. Just like the moon can’t shine without the sun……I cannot leave her till I breathe my last. Till Death do us apart, I Do."

You smiled at his sincere vow. He had never once looked away from your gaze and you could tell how much love those eyes held for you.

"And do you y/n l/n take Dazai Osamu as your rightful husband till you breathe your last?"

All the vows you had kept written in your mind disappeared as you started speaking your heart. " I will always hold you up whenever you fall down. I will give you all the love that you were deprived of. I will do everything in my power to make sure no harm comes your way. After all a star cannot shine during the day. It needs the night to shine and embrace it with light. So be my night Osamu...Till Death do us apart, I Do.”

And then he kissed you even before the Priest could say the word “kiss”. He kissed you with such passion and love, adoration for you filled his eyes as he held you close for the rest of the night.

You both didn’t need each other to tell whose vow was best because you both knew that together both vows were better than they ever could sound alone.

And then came the dance, the dinner, the congratulating voices, but Dazai couldn’t wait any longer.

And so when everyone was out there celebrating, you both had snuck out to your new home, where what happened next is something the world doesn’t need to know.

The End

Dazai in a tux 😩

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(Psst thank you anon💞)

Thank you for the amazing art!! 💞

And this is the wedding dress I meant

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