#turkeys are frens

[sleep-nurse]

i wish free birds was real

[janekfan]

Brought back frens and fam Thanksgiving hand turkeys. Got Dale Gobble, the Simpsons family, Shenlong, and of course Emmet (done by @coramatus) and Ingo done by your truly. I have to say I'm pretty proud of this turkey XD

Ingo is rushing off to some emergency or another!

@waywardstation I know you haven't been feeling so great lately and me and Coramatus thought the turkey boss boys might bring you a little joy! <3

[coldshrugs]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by @hythlodaes and @myreia, thank you frens :> and i'll tag (no pressure) @scionshtola @lavampira @gefiltefished @hylfystt @impossible-rat-babies aaaand @magebastard because 👀 i'm working through the modern au's thanksgiving episode and this part is obliterating me (sorry if you've already read this 🧍‍♂️)

How long has she been staring at the ceiling? Fifteen minutes? Four hours?

Io doesn’t want to look at the time—it’s hard to tell here anyway, without the familiar sounds of her campus or the city moving around her; there’s only the rustling of an animal or two outside as they prepare for winter, the occasional snap of a branch. Moonlight falls through the blinds, landing across the bed in thin silver arcs, and not even those hint at a turning sky. For all she knows, time has stopped, the world and all its ceaseless motion has paused, and she can live in this Wednesday forever. The evening can stretch on indefinitely, never reaching midnight.

Tomorrow doesn’t have to exist.

She’s had enough Thanksgivings for a lifetime anyway.

Maybe she was wrong to travel so far away from her home. Away from them. But what does it matter when both things are out of her reach, regardless of the geography?

All she has left are memories of ghosts, in a house that belongs to someone else now. She hopes the family living there will make the same kinds of memories. It feels like a stupid wish to make while she’s feeling sorry for herself, and a laugh that barely sounds like hers breaks the silence. That’s when she realizes she’s crying, and the laughter is mutilated by a choked sob as she curls in on herself.

The doorknob turns clumsily. Shit, shit, shit… She wipes her eyes and nose on her sleeves.

The hinges whine and Estinien, little more than a dark shape, steps into the room. His voice is thick from sleep as he asks, “Io? Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” It’s a hurried whisper. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

The weight of his stare settles on her in the dark. As the seconds pass, it becomes clear that this is a standoff: her avoidance versus his stubbornness.

She sighs, unsure if she wants him to stay or go, but needing something to change.

“What do you want me to say?” she asks, and every word fractures on the way out as her voice refuses to remain even. So fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, come here.” But he is the one who moves. The single bed shifts as he climbs in, sliding an arm under her shoulders and pulling her to him. Without thinking, Io clings to him. The tears come faster, her shoulders shake, but she is quieter now.

After some time, Estinien asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Maybe in a minute.”

“I’ll be here.” Soft as it is, his voice does not waver. Io has never believed anything more than she believes this simple promise.

“Will you talk to me?” she sniffles against his shoulder. “I'm sorry. Not your favorite activity, I know.”

“Yeah, I can talk to you,” he says. They shuffle a little, getting more comfortable in the bed that’s too small for the both of them. It’s a tight squeeze, but the warmth and pressure of being tucked against Estinien’s side is grounding. He strokes her hair. When he speaks, his whisper is slow and soothing, and if this is how Wednesday ends and Thursday begins, maybe she can tolerate it. 

“I was thirteen during my first Thanksgiving with Alberic... It was a fucking mess. He went all out for it; bought a huge turkey, things to make all the sides, and he wanted to make pumpkin pie too. It was more food than we could eat, and he was determined to make everything from scratch—the ultimate pity meal, right? He asked if I wanted to help, but I couldn’t see that he was trying to keep me busy. I was miserable, so I just stayed in here, crying all day. Wondering why I had to be here, in this house that wasn’t mine, with a man I didn’t know and didn’t want to know, instead of being… wherever they were…” He trails off. That thought needs no explanation; it’s where Io was last year, trying so hard not to let it show as she grasped for some degree of normalcy.

“Yeah,” she admits. His fingers find her scalp, scratching gently.

“Alberic spent so much time outside my room that day, just sitting on the other side of the door, that everything was burnt by the time he convinced me to come out. When I did, I could see he’d been crying too. I felt so shitty for putting him through it that I sat down at the table full of ruined food—which he fully arranged, by the way, the sentimental fuck—and I just started eating. It was awful, but Alberic ate too. It was just us, trying not to cry over all this charred food. And when we finished, he brought out this perfect pie—the only thing he managed to get right—and it was the best pie I’ve ever had. I don’t know. I think about that a lot, you know? When everything feels shitty, I try to find the one good thing at the end of it. It’s always there, if you wait for it.”

Io steels herself with a long inhale. “I miss them, so much.”

“I know,” Estinien says. “Me too. That’s just how it’ll be for us.”

She doesn’t mistake his straightforward words for nonchalance. This is the whole of it, the reason he invited her. This is him linking his pain to hers, telling her it will still be there in ten years, reminding her that either of them carrying it alone is not an option. He will lift on one side if she lifts the other, and together they will move forward. Her grief will be as stubbornly reliable as the man at her side. She wants to believe the context of both will change with time. His grief seems to have changed, so maybe there’s hope for hers.

“I’m glad I’m here with you, though. And Alberic. Even if this trip was an elaborate setup to keep me busy.”

Estinien laughs quietly but doesn’t deny it. They settle into the silence, their bodies relaxing a little. Io’s breathing has steadied in his arms. Lines of light spill over part of his face, highlighting the slope of his nose, and accentuating the length of his lashes against his cheek while his eyes are closed. They’ve never been this close. If she turned her head, she could almost—

His phone buzzes in his pocket.

“Okay, who have you been texting all week? Just tell me.” She hopes that sounds less annoyed than she is.

More silence. His hand stills in her hair. From behind his lashes, his eye slides over to her and then to the ceiling. “...just a guy. Vic. In one of my classes.”

Well.

Fuck.

A different weight sits on her chest now, but she can recover from this one. “He’s making you laugh. I like him already.”

“We don’t have to talk about it.” He uses the hand that’s not occupied with touching her to cover his face. Io lifts herself on her elbow a bit to tease him, but also to allow him to move, if he wants to. He doesn’t budge.

“Do you think he calls his nudes ‘Vic pics’ instead of—?”

“Io—” But Estinien laughs anyway, too loudly and sincerely for her to feel anything besides bittersweet happiness for him. It’s not time.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, giggling too. “But hey, if you send any, remember to crop out your face.”

“I hate this,” he groans, slinging his forearm across his face. But in an isolated streak of moonlight, she can see the corner of his lips still turned up.

“But not me?”

“Never you.”

“You neither.”

Time moves again, and she measures it by the changing pattern of light falling across his face. His eyes close again, and his breathing slows to a peaceful rhythm. Estinien falls asleep with his arm still wrapped around her shoulder. Io also closes her eyes, and doesn't wonder which side of midnight this moment belongs to.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #120

I did so much stuff today!!!!

…Okay, well actually I did only like 3 things today. But these things were very BIG things! I will talk about two of them, and then touch vaguely upon the third!

I will start with this morning! Because J and I went up in the sky in the little airplane today! We went to an airport that had a diner! I got an EPIC BREAKFAST!!! There was steak and eggs and cheddar grits, and I also got a coffee, because I don't get coffee very often, so why not! I took some pictures for you…

This is what J got! It's some kind of breakfast bowl with salsa, avocados, beans, and scrambled eggs! There's also potatoes and bacon under the eggs! I wonder if you'd enjoy something like this. He let me have a few bites; it was really good!

Here is the coffee I got! And, of course I snapped the picture of it while the cream was still swirling around; it's more interesting that way:

Here are some cheddar grits:

Here's the steak and eggs I got; it came with caramelized onions, cornbread and butter, eggs with runny yolks, and a bit of hollandaise sauce! It also came with ketchup for some reason. But I only like it on burgers, so I didn't use it.

I asked for the steak to be as rare as allowed, and I was SUPER THRILLED about the fact that they prepared it in basically the same way I do at home - brown the outside, and leave the inside mostly raw:

It was so good!!! Oh my goodness!

While at the place, I also happened upon a little space with dandelions! I'm not really sure why, but people in my world seem to really hate dandelions. It makes absolutely no sense to me, because in addition to being extremely beneficial to nearby soil for a variety of reasons, every part of the plant is edible and nutritious. One of my favorite things to do, when I can find a safe source of them, is to turn the blooms into a sweet syrup that you can use on pancakes, on ice cream, or in tea! Maybe I'll get to do that this year. For now, I'll just show you the picture I took:

Isn't it pretty? I like them!

I also took a bunch of photos along the way from the airplane window! I'll show you the best ones!

…Hey, Sephiroth? I know you can fly and stuff, and that's pretty cool. But while you're up in the sky, dancing in the clouds, do you make it a point to notice and appreciate all the lovely scenery? If you don't, then maybe you can try it next time; practicing gratitude and appreciation is one of the best ways to exercise your hippocampus until it becomes strong!

On the way home, I saw 9 great big huge birds-of-prey; I think these ones were turkey vultures. I managed to actually catch a picture of one in flight for you! Here, it's not very big in the photo, but check out the back speck in the sky:

Oh!!! Also!!! I finally got around to making the stuffed cabbage casserole today! This recipe was given to me by an awesome person called @freelanceexorcist (thanks be to ye, fren!! 💖)! I ended up modifying it a bit, just to suit the needs of those in my house; Br cannot have gluten, so I used tomato puree in place of tomato soup, and J does not like big cabbage leaves, so I cut it into little slices, and bite-sized bits are easier for M to handle than meatballs, so I kinda just... shredded everything and mixed it all together. But I used mostly the same ingredients, even if the preparation differed just a little! I'll show you what I did…

You start with cabbage!

Here's how it looks on the inside when you cut it in half!! It's pretty cool!

...It's like Brussels sprouts, but WAY bigger!

The recipe calls for whole leaves, but I cut it into shreddy bits, like this:

The cabbage was sauteed in my bacon fat confit garlic:

I poured in a can of tomato puree from there, and I let it simmer on low heat for a couple of hours:

While that was happening, I cut up 2 pounds of kielbasa, and 2 onions:

Once the cabbage was done and set aside, I caramelized the onions in more bacon fat:

I added the onions to the cabbage, and then I put a big can of diced tomatoes, a pound of Bavarian sauerkraut, and the ground meat I cooked the other day into the wok, along with a cup of rice and a can full of some beef bone broth:

I let this sit on very low heat until the rice was done cooking. I used short grain rice; it looks like this:

...In between the long bits of cooking when there was nothing else I could do, I worked on something else that I'm absolutely not going to tell anyone about! It was good!

Once the cabbage and the rice were all done, I combined the two sets of things; this took some doing simply because there was SO MUCH FOOD, oh my goodness!! But this was the result!

So... it's cabbage, caramelized onions, sauerkraut, canned tomatoes, tomato puree, beef bone broth, rice, garlic, kielbasa, ground pork, and ground beef, all cooked up nicely and mixed together in a great big awesome dish!! And it is indeed awesome!! It was said that the leftovers are even better, because the flavors are given a chance to mingle; I can't wait to find out tomorrow!

...I wish you could have been here for all of this. I wish you could be here, generally. My house does occasionally have its challenges, for sure, but still, it is happy, wholesome, and safe. There's lots of fun and interesting stuff to do. My house is a good house. You could find healing and belonging here. You could find growth and change here. And you'd fit right in. You'd fit right in with my social circle, generally; ain't a single one of us fit the definition of "normal".

Sephiroth, c'mon. The darkness doesn't suit you. It never did. And it never will. So step away from people who wanna use and abuse you, and instead step towards the people who wanna help you to feel as though you're enough exactly as you are, without needing to do something useful or amazing first.

I'll be here waiting, so... as impossible as it is, pop by for a visit soon, okay? We'll make you good snacks - all the pasta you could want, or whatever else suits your fancy - whatever you like; if I don't know how to cook it, I can figure it out, easy peasy.

I'm gonna go do other things now, and I'm going to wish you were here as I do them. I love you, and I'll write again tomorrow. Please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 2

“Last time on Total! Takes! Island! 22 campers participated in their first challenge: a one-thousand foot dive into shark-infested waters. Most campers took the plunge, but a few were feathered and tarred by their teammates- and me! In the end, it was Fren who walked the dock of shame, and Ass who lived to play another day. Who will go home this week? Find out today, on Total! Takes! Island!”

Another beautiful morning in Wawanakwa- that is, unless you’re a camper being woken up bright and early. 

“It’s 6 AM!” Bonnie yells out the window as air horns blare over the intercom. 

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads!” Chris shouts through his megaphone. “It’s challenge time!”

The campers collect outside of their cabins, groggy and tired. Frollo arrives first, carrying his Bible with him, much to Max’s annoyance. “Are you really gonna bring that thing with you everywhere all season?”

Frollo looks thoroughly unamused. “Yes,” 

Julia steps out next, yawning and rubbing her eyes under her glasses. She glares at both Max and Frollo as they stare at her before being ran into by Michael, who wasn’t watching where she was going. 

Mal is, of course, up bright and early, smiling. Ass stares at her with heavy bags under their eyes. “Morning person?”

“Nah, just snuck some coffee from the mess hall before Chris came out here. Want some?” She offers a thermos. Ass smiles and accepts the gift. 

“Morning, campers! Hope you had a good night of sleep, because your next challenge starts in eight minutes!” The crowd responds with a groan, much to Chris’ delight. “Time for your twenty kilometer run around the island!”

“Are you kidding me!?” Caesar shouts. Chris rolls his eyes. “You know I would never joke about torture,”

Chef walks up behind the crowd and blasts an air horn, shocking all of the campers into running (with the exception of Bonnie and Caesar, who sigh and walk instead). 

“Well, this blows. No one’s even had a huge meltdown yet,” Bonnie says, hands in their hoodie pockets as they walk. 

“Oh, they will,” Caesar chuckles. “Trust me on that.”

Bonnie shrugs and keeps walking at a steady pace as the two pass O, who's wheezing on the ground. 

The inside of the mess hall looks like a refugee hospital as the campers who have arrived already lie on the floor, the benches, the tables, panting and coughing. Joner groans for water, weakly holding a hand up, which McLovin (lying beside him) shakily high-fives. 

Peter and Sha-Mod come bounding in, breathing through their mouths. Even the picture of Lightning is red-faced as they complete this leg of the challenge for their team. 

“That’s everyone, McLame,” Patrick snaps. “Where’s our prize?”

“Oh, no,” Chris says. “This is just the beginning!”

Everyone groans. “Don’t worry, dudes, I’m sure you’ll love this part!”

Chris pulls a drawstring by a pair of heavy purple curtains and reveals a glamorous buffet, lined with every fattening, carb-heavy food you could imagine: breadsticks, mac n cheese, potatoes in all forms, a ham and a giant turkey, beans, and with dessert to spare. The whines and groans of the Fujoshis are stifled as they stare in ecstasy, and then dig in.

When they finish up, Chris giggles. “Ready for part two?”

“Part two?” McLovin groans. “Wasn’t this part two?”

“Just the beginning, my friend, just the beginning,” the host chuckles back. “It’s time for the Awake-a-Thon!”

“Don’t worry, dudes, this is an easy one! Your only goal is to stay awake!” Chris chuckles. “Whichever team member survives the twelve-hour marathon wins!”

---

MAL: “Well, I can’t say I’m proud of myself for not remembering this from the original season, but… something possessed me seeing that food. After a week of inedible garbage, it was like seeing my Twitter account finally being unsuspended after a month on my alt!”

---

10 HOURS IN

“We are ten hours into the Awake-a-Thon, and miraculously, everyone remains awake,” Chris says softly, gesturing to the contestants behind him. 

Mal sits on a patch of dead grass, using the uncomfortable surface to keep her awake. She turns to Peter, who’s looking like a zombie. 

“Hey, are you-”

And with that, Peter falls backwards and is out cold. Mal sighs. 

“One down,” McLovin mutters, mildly annoyed. 

Courtney shrugs. “Could be worse, right? I should’ve known this was coming, I've seen the original a thousand times.”

“I don’t blame you, that stupid run put my brain on the backburner. And those beans were really good,”

“Agreed,” they smile. 

The Anons are faring much better without having had the feast, though they look more “sickly and fatigued” tired than “warm and comfy” tired. 

Austin turns to Kelly, eyes tired. “How’re you holding up, baby?”

She yawns. “Well. You?”

“A little bummed we missed out on that groovy meal, but glad I have you to keep me company, eh?” he winks, earning a little blush from Kelly in return. 

O raises an eyebrow at the two from a few feet away.

---

O: “Listen, I try not to watch Total Drama too much, but I know an alliance is forming when I see one. If I’m gonna make this, I’m gonna need friends.”

---

O turns to Joner and tries to smile. “Hey man, how’re you holding up?”

He smiles back. “Tired, but good! How’re you?”

“Could be better. Hey, listen…” O points to Kelly and Austin, and then looks back at Joner. “You seem like a friendly guy, right?”

“I try!”

“Well, from one friend to another, I’d watch out for Kelly and Austin,” he mutters. “There’s an alliance brewing there.”

Joner’s eyes widen. “An alliance?!”

“You bet. And now both of us are at risk cause Kelly and Austin are the nicest players on the team. There’s no way anyone would vote them out,”

“Well… I don’t know, I’m not the biggest Austin fan,” Joner yawns. “He didn’t treat my buddy Michael very kindly yesterday.”

��Well, we’re in the minority on that. Look at them!”

O points. Kelly finishes a flower crown of daisies and dandelions and places it on Austin’s head. A butterfly lands on his shoulder and a beam of sunlight pierces the clouds and washes over them. 

“I see what you mean, man,” Joner says. “Who else can we get in on this?”

“Well, who else do you think would hate to see nice people having fun?”

Both turn to Max. 

FIFTEEN HOURS IN

Courtney’s head droops, and they’re only awoken when McLovin shakes them violently. 

“Jeez,” they mutter. “I almost lost myself there. Thanks, MC.”

“No problem. Just gotta… stay on top of the game…”

Courtney and McLovin are out seconds after. 

Michael’s eyes close for a moment too long and Max immediately splashes her face with cold water. “God! What the hell!”

“Don’t you dare fall asleep,” Max hisses. 

“You have a lot of energy in you for someone of your size,” Scary comments. 

Austin nods. “Like a baby chihuahua, baby,”

“My great-great-great grandfather on my mom’s side was the best chihuahua breeder to ever live,” Staci yawns. “True story.”

“Yeah, that’s fascinating,” Max says, taking a seat far away from everyone else. 

O and Joner make eye contact and take the opportunity to sit beside him. “You’re not that short,” O says. “My uncle is 4’9 and he’s a heavy weight lifting champion.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s just that Austin, huh?” Joner says. “Always making trouble.”

“Not making enough trouble, if you ask me,” 

“Yeah, that too!”

Across the way, Patrick slumps over, dead asleep. His headphones slip off and reveal he’s been listening to Madonna. 

Joner coughs, redirecting the attention back to him. “Say, if you wanted to, perhaps, join an alliance with the two of us.. Keep us safe… we wouldn’t mind,”

Max yawns. “Yeah. Whatever,”

O silently pumps his fist and nods, then sneaks off with Joner to fist bump. 

20 HOURS IN

Michael and Staci are out cold on the ground. Kelly and Austin lean on each other, and O and Scruffy keep kicking each other in their sleep. 

Scary’s eyes are open, but they’re not moving. 

“Can someone check if… if she’s dead?” Max mutters. Joner steps up and stumbles over, poking his shoulder. Scary coughs.

“Not dead. Asleep,”

“Damnit,” Max groans, before promptly slumping forwards and tumbling to the ground, fast asleep. Joner winces. 

---

JONER: “I was sitting there, like, if we lose, it’s gonna be on me,” he yells at the confessional camera, eye bags still heavy. “And then Max will drop the alliance and throw me and O to the wolves! I can’t let us down like that! and I especially can't leave Michael and McLovin alone. It's really hard to notice, but... they're not too close.”

---

“Gotta stay up… gotta stay up…” Joner murmurs, slapping himself every other sentence. 

“Congratulations, campers!” Chris says merrily. “You’ve made it to the 24 hour mark! Let’s kick things up a notch with some good old fashioned... fairy tales!”

“God, no…” Julia groans. 

“Once upon a time, there was… a quiet, sleepy village,” Chris says in a soft, soothing voice. Chef plays the harp nearby, adding a melodic tune to the dreary reading. “And in this quiet, sleepy village… nothing happened… ever”

Sha-Mod and Kitty collapse into each other, bonking their heads and getting knocked out instantly. 

40 HOURS IN

“And then they totally left their underwear in the guy’s car,” Ass chuckles. “And that’s why I’m not allowed at IHop anymore.”

Mal laughs. “You’re funny. These things really happen to you?”

They shrug. “I guess so. I think there's just something about me that attracts crazy people. What, you have a normal life?”

“Not quite, but not as exciting as yours,” she says. “I run a TD blog. A really popular blog. It’s nothing exciting, but crazy shit happens,”

“Crazy? Like what?”

Mal's eyes narrow at Courtney, who's fast asleep across the way. “Well…”

But when she turns back to Ass, their eyes are closed and their body is limp. Mal doesn't hold up for much longer after.

Frollo reads from his Bible, looking tired but not uttering a peep. 

“Ugh, how are you doing that?” Julia asks. 

“Doing what?”

“Not falling asleep reading that thing,”

Frollo looks up at her. “This “thing” is the greatest work of non-fiction ever made. It’s riveting. I'm in Leviticus right now,”

Julia yawns. “Don’t you dare,”

“Leviticus 18:22 says-”

Julia collapses. 

50 HOURS

“Listen, I really didn’t want for it to come to this, but you all give me no choice, really,” Chris sighs, pulling a book up. “I’m sure you’re all familiar with A History of Canada: The Pop-Up Book?”

Caesar groans. “God, no, please,”

“I wasn’t finished yet, compadre. This is the revised edition, with an additional thirteen chapters!”

The remaining players groan. Bonnie gives in immediately, slowly dropping. Caesar gasps. “Bonnie, no!” But it’s too late. 

That leaves only three- Frollo- still reading his Bible- Joner- fighting for his life- and Caesar- already worried about looking like a zombie tomorrow. 

“Chapter one-”

Joner lets out an earth-shattering groan, catching everyone's attention. He then sighs in defeat, curls up into a ball on the grass, and falls asleep, all his remaining effort gone. Frollo blinks, unamused, and Caesar swallows a lump in his throat. 

“Oh, come on!” Chris shouts. “This is taking forever!”

Caesar sighs loudly and stands, pacing around in circles to keep awake. A few of the fallen soldiers begin to wake up and watch in dead silence as time ticks down. Chris continues reading. Chef comes out with glasses of warm milk and cookies, which are refused. The sun sets again and the sky turns a deep shade of blue. Caesar’s steps are much slower now, but Frollo’s eyes keep drooping- it’s only a matter of time before one of them collapses. 

“This is terrible. Honestly,” Chris says, crossing his arms. He turns to Chef. “Should we make them fight each other?”

“At this point, I don’t think they’d stand a chance,” Chef shakes his head. “Something’s gotta happen eventually, right?”

Caesar’s eyes (now barely open, even as he paces) flit over towards Frollo, who’s been on the same page of his Bible for hours now. 

“You done with that yet?” he asks, barely able to speak. Frollo ignores him. “Come on, it’s not like we have anything better to do.”

Frollo looks up from his page and glares. “I don’t fraternize with the homosexual,” 

“Woah, buddy,” Caesar holds up his hands defensively. “This is a kid’s show.”

“Stop talking to me, filthy wretch,”

Caesar looks over his shoulder to Chris, who shrugs. Then, he gets an idea. He takes a seat on one of the logs around the campfire across from where Frollo is standing and forces a smile. “You know it isn’t real, right?”

Frollo shakes his head. 

“It’s just a bunch of stories loosely based on events that might have happened,” Caesar grins. “It’s less concrete than, um, RuPaul.”

“Silence, you infernal-”

“Watch it, we’re on TV,” he chuckles. “Me, personally, I was never a “God” guy. I spell it with a lowercase G and everything.”

“Enough!” Frollo stands, seething. “You will not take the Lord’s name in vain!”

“Oh, but I just did. Not that he’s going to do anything about-”

Before Caesar can finish his sentence, Frollo spins and launches the heavy book directly at his head. It hits his hair, bounces back, and smacks Frollo straight in the temple. Frollo blinks and then falls backwards. Chris stands in bewilderment, a huge, shocked grin on his face. “Is he out?”

Chef approaches and looks him over. “He’s out,”

“He’s out. He’s out! Finally!” Chris laughs. “Thank God for pompadours! Caesar wins! The Flying Fujoshis win!”

The Flying Fujoshis swarm Caesar, cheering (the ones who are awake, anyway) and the challenge officially ends as Caesar falls asleep and slumps over on Bonnie. 

---

“Anons, you put up a good fight today. Unfortunately, your remaining player was a homophobe. Sucks to suck,” Chris smiles. “You all know the drill- no marshmallow, and you’re out. Forever! Haha. Okay:”

“Staci, Scary, O, and Michael, you’re all safe. 

Next up is Kelly,

Austin,

Max, 

Julia, 

And Scruffy.”

Joner looks at Frollo nervously. Frollo blinks slowly, holding an ice pack to his head.

“Joner, you’re up for elimination for willingly giving up and possibly costing your team the win against Caesar. Frollo, you lost, big-time! But only one of you will be boarding the boat of losers tonight, and the other one is safe. And that person is….”

“Frollo. Joner, time to pack your bags,”

Joner sighs and looks to the team. “It’s been a blast, everyone,”

Michael frowns and stands, running over to Joner and giving him one last goodbye fist bump. “You’ll be missed,”

Joner smiles. “I’ll see you, man. You and McLovin better win that million for us!”

She frowns deeper. “Right. Me and McLovin,”

---

MICHAEL: "That was… rough. Even rougher considering that leaves me completely alone. And considering that Joner has been my best friend since elementary school… This has not been a good day for me,"

---

Chris watches curiously, and then waves Joner goodbye as he walks down the docks. “That was tough! Who’s gonna be hitting the road next week? And who will suffer blunt-force trauma? Find out on Total! Takes! Island!”

[saltywavedog]

I followed this pathway down a hill & spotted a big birdie in the bush pals 🌿🦃 I heard my hoo fren say it’s a Bush Scrub Turkey 🌴🐕 I just liked watching this birdie 🌳🌱 That’s my Walk Repawt - hope to find more things when I go out on sniffari again 🌞🌴🐩 See you in a while crocodiles 🐊🐶 Rocky

#rockyswalkrepawt #sniffariadventure #saltywavedog #dogwalk #walkies #doggosbeingdoggos #dogsonadventures #dogs #doglovers

[turkiyekompozit]

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Kompozit malzemeler, en az iki farklı malzemenin birleştirilmesiyle oluşturulan dayanıklı ve sağlam yeni malzemelerdir1. Kompozitler, çeşitli sektörlerde kullanılır ve birçok avantaj sunar. İşte kompozitlerin bazı kullanım alanları:

İnşaat sektörü: Binaların ısı ve ses yalıtımı, otobüs durakları, iç mekan kaplamaları gibi birçok yapıda kompozit malzemeler kullanılır2.

Otomotiv sektörü: Otomobil parçaları, araç gövdeleri, fren sistemleri, egzoz sistemleri gibi birçok alanda kompozit malzemeler tercih edilir2.

Uzay ve havacılık: Uzay araçları, uçaklar ve roketlerde hafiflik ve dayanıklılık sağlamak için kompozit malzemeler kullanılır3.

Savunma sanayi: Askeri araçlar, zırhlar ve mühimmat gibi alanlarda kompozit malzemelerin kullanımı yaygındır3.

Gemi inşaatı: Gemi gövdeleri, denizaltılar ve yatlar gibi deniz araçlarında kompozit malzemeler tercih edilir3.

Enerji sektörü: Rüzgar türbinleri, güneş panelleri ve hidroelektrik santrallerinde kompozit malzemeler kullanılır3.

Bu sadece birkaç örnek olup, kompozit malzemelerin kullanım alanları oldukça geniştir. Kompozitlerin hafiflik, dayanıklılık ve esneklik gibi avantajları nedeniyle birçok sektörde tercih edildiğini söyleyebiliriz.

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[trammellesstangent]

You joke but this is how it feels. I am in Brisbane and this is very much in a rainforest. This guy was just at the cafe near the art gallery. He was like forty centimetres long and no one paid any attention. I’ve seen a bunch of these around over the past few days.

Other notable frens:

Bush turkey-

Spawn of Satan (affectionately)-

Orb weaver-

Bus-

Crabs-

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Fish-

Planes-

They really just have lizards here huh

[forbidding-souda]

If it's not too personal, What are your life goals ?, What places do you want to travel to someday ?, And what would you want to see in those places ?, Oh Ik here's a good one. So if you could choose 3 things to change about the world. What things would you change ? - 🐺

my life goal is to become get a consistent job with a husband and kids. fr fr i'm so simple LMAO i just want that life bro. I wanna go to uhh turkey to meet my best fren because she lives there. My mom might take me next summer before i'm off to uni. I'm not reallly a traveling person though - because my dad traveled a lot for work and he took him with me so I've been to like every state in the united states (/srs) so i'm kinda bored of traveling now like I've seen it all LOL. Okay so this last question I'm deciding to answer like selfishly and not say the typical "world peace" or whatever because let's be real. I would say like no white supremacy, soulmates are real, and uh a good economy for countries like somalia or whoever else. I would say something like "a good government" but sometimes a community doesn't need a government and i'm not too sure on how other countries work so I just hope for them a good economy so they don't have to worry about citizens living poor lives. Good? :)

-Mod Souda

[crowdyceps]

So update on the rp

Kaid got fucking killed, im gonna make a quick summary of what happened

Kaids guardian angel (Raymond the catboy) was actually fucking insane so he caused Kaid to do a bunch of things that would harm his relationship with Lo (his daughter) starting with slamming his fist onto the table, making him run 40 miles away from the house and yelling at Lo while shit faced drunk while they were on torb (the dnd world wit Damon). Kaid passes out and teleports back to his house, funnily enough on the ceiling snd he falls down. He stays there for a bit before getting up and going into another room. Then bitchass Raymond pops up and tells him how worthless and weak he is, making him vulnerable he is and then possessing him, Lo walks into the room and watches in horror as Kaid screams in pain as her practically melts into CORRUPT!Kaid (half white half red) Kaid then attacks Lo with tentacles, slamming her into the wall, FFC made sure to record this one and Raven is outside with the dogs, CORE!Kaid tries to attack FFC but FFC says "fuck you lol" and yea. Turkey (Lo's stand) attacks the back of CORE!Kaids head and CORE!Kaid tries to attack Turkey, Turkey fades away before he hits. Lo tries to activate her full form or whatever and actual Kaid screams out begging for mercy before beibg shut up by Raymond. CORE!Kaid lets out millions of tentacles out of every inch of skin and fills up the room mostly, Duke and Rye come into the room, look and horror and then proceed to get slammed against the wall by tentacles. Yada yada more tentacles and Lo finally reaches her final form, Kaid breaks through the entire wall of the house and runs outside, letting out more tentacles before Lo reaches him, actual Kaid begs for death, slashes the fuck out of himself trying to escape and Lo rams into his chest so hard Kaids heart explodes and Raymond and Kaid seperate in an explosion of blood and hot tar, Raymond is fine but Kaid is dead in a pool of his own blood, Raymond gets up, Lo kills the fuck out of him and the everyone has a mental breakdown because Kaid died, and now here we are

so yea, i decided to revive him so my frens would stop crying so now we have Undead!Kaid

Hooray

[cattytheartcat]

Ok fuck anon for baseless accusations but I know Puppychan, I used to follow her and actually liked her art up before she turned 18 and I left Twitter in 2021

Basically, Puppychan is an attention seeker. She got incredibly dependent on social media and wanted all eyes on her, I think because of some unkind things in her real life. I want to say perhaps family abuse, but I cant confirm nor deny.

It began when she turned 18. As soon as she became a legal adult, her usual SFW, kind behavior became hostile and pornographic. She went "uwu yall are my babies my buddies my frens!!!" To "fuck minors I hate children porn porn sex dick pussy sex" in one day essentially. It really gave a negative impression on her end.

She began to weirdly fetishize either herself or women with similar body types too. She immediately started drawing her sona and other female OCs in sexual poses and revealing clothing. I saw the very beginning of this, so I cannot confirm or deny if this was what she was going for. I also heard she began a secret pornographic account as a minor as well, and made it public once she became an adult.

And then we got the Antoons drama.... ohh boy.

Turkey Tom did a really good extensive research video on her if you wanna learn more about her. she's just... not cool. I wouldn't say predatory, at least not from what I know, but she isn't innocent either.

Why are you supporting IdolMantis? That person supports Puppychan and was found drawing porn of childhood characters in the past with no apology. The proof is on Twitter X, cause tumblr won't show the old callout posts here anymore for some reason.

i dont use twitter anon??? and i cant see anything wrong with puppychan with the searches ive seen who even is puppychan????

[starcrossedyanderes]

Thanksgiving With Avery

This is merely a thanksgiving sort of special with Avery and doesn’t have a specific place in the time line. But at this time of this writing going up there will be things you guys haven’t been introduced to yet. Including new birb frens! 

This will admittedly not be your typical thanksgiving special but is more so Avery celebrating and giving thanks with his birb frens.

“Avery, they’re gone now.”

You called up to the pitch black of the far too high ceiling.

Your ears faintly picked up on the slight fluttering of feathers before a black blur moved from the darkness.

A gush of wind came past you right before Avery landed in front of you.

He was somewhat curled in on himself as he let out a slight whisper behind one of his large wings.

“Are you sure?”

You let out a slight laugh before ruffling his hair.

“Yes, the kids are gone. Now we have some turkeys to meet and things to record.”

Avery slowly came out of his shell as the two of you walked towards the outdoors.

But this time you were the one put in distress upon seeing a thing of black and white next to the lovely border collie, Atlas. You let out a slight scream and attached your arm on Avery’s.

Your screams got louder at the small thing got closer.

“Dovey, it can’t hurt you.”

You turned sharply to him.

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna be sprayed.”

Avery simply blinked at you.

“Mochi can’t spray. She was found with a large injury that caused to have to descent her.”

Your mouth opened into a ‘o’ shape before more questions popped up.

“This is a bird reserve.”

Avery let out a sigh as he picked up the tiny creature.

“You’re correct but poor Mochi here was found by Atlas without her mama. In other words she was facing a death sentence. Plus, she’s so cute.”

He turned the kit’s face towards you and you couldn’t help the soft smile on your face seeing her little snoot wiggle.

“Ok, she’s cute. But we got some turkeys to meet.”

~|~

“And here are the pardoned turkeys.”

In front of you sat 2 turkeys admist some of the various chickens. By your feet Atlas continued to follow and Avery had yet to put Mochi down.

“I’m glad to see that they’re getting fairly settled in. I’m sure they’ll like it here. Now we gotta record that video, don’t we?”

~|~

Today you learned that this estate has a recording studio AND a YouTube channel. You now know because you are literally sitting in front of a camera with some animal ambassadors right next to you.

In front of you various lights are set up along with countless perches and other knickknacks along with Avery and one of your coworkers behind the camera.

You brought a smile up to your face as the cameras started rolling.

“Hello everyone, and welcome back to the aviary. My name is (y/n) and today in honor of thanksgiving we decided to give some of our birds a taste of that sort of feast. This is also going to be a learning experience for a lot of us since this is actually going to be a taste test!

With us today we have 4 beautiful birds, all from different species, and we’re going to see what sorts of fruit they like.”

You lifted one of the birds onto your arm and raised them up to the camera.

“Now all the birds here today do eat fruit and we feed them as such. But they are primarily fed fruit the find in their natural habitat although they can eat almost all the types of fruit out there. Now before anyone gets concerned we are not including citrus fruits on this list as they can be rather harmful to the birds.

You placed your arm down and shifted your attention to the rest of the birds as a cue card was held up.

“But first of all let me introduce you to some of our ambassadors today. If you’ve watched or came here before you may recognize some of these guys. This lorikeet right here is Ned,”

“Howdly doodly neighborino”

The camera shifted to one of the other birds.

“This toucan right here is named Xanthe,”

Xanthe only made some chittering sounds with her beak.

“And here we have one of our love birds, Venus.”

And you turned to where the other bird was located but it seemed her flew away.

“Oh, and we had another bird but it seems he went back to his hidey-hole. Anyway, let’s start the feast!”

[funnelcloudd]

go get sum dumplins’!!! you deserve it fren!!!!!

Thank u I ended up being too tired to make the dumplings but I had a turkey sandwich and a salad and it was good

[grelleswife]

For the character headcanons, how about number 1 for Alice from Pandora Hearts? She's one of my favourites 😭

Yay! Don’t get that many asks for this series, so it’s a nice change!

1. Something this character is truly proud of.

A couple of pure crack headcanons just came to mind:

Beating Gilbert in an eating contest (she was able to stuff her face with meat pies and turkey long after a stuffed Gil slid under the table in defeat).

Always being first to the finish line when she has impromptu racing contests with Oz.

Thanks for the ask, fren!

[turkiyenebula]

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[antivancoffeelover]

Fren. How you drink without sugar or creamer is not bitter? Teachhhh

oh it’s still bitter lol. what’s funny is i used to drink my coffee so it was like half cream and sugar, or i’d drink it with brown sugar. 

part of it is that i try to drink higher quality coffee so it doesn’t taste like pencil shavings steeped in boiling water. i also drastically cut down my sugar intake in like 2016 so my sense of taste has changed, i think. like i just. can’t eat a lot of sugar or i’ll start to feel a little sick to my stomach.

so uh. if you want to start drinking your coffee black, i’d suggest slowly weaning yourself off of the sugar, which is what i did with tea. coffee i went kinda cold turkey by just switching to black. but with my tea i used to put like 4 teaspoons of sugar in a cup of tea, which is insane. that’s like syrup to me now lol. so i cut it down to 3, then 2, then 1, then i stopped adding sugar altogether.

for my coffee, sometimes i’ll still put some sweetened creamer in if i’m feeling indulgent lol. french vanilla is so comforting y’know

idk if any of this actually helps lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯