fish in bags

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I spent the entire rest of my day stumbling around the island.  It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was alone.  I managed to find a small crate that seemed to have washed up from another ship.  I was even lucky enough to find a fishing pole and sleeping bag.  At least now I had a means to get food and a place to sleep.

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So last Tuesday night I finally decided what to cosplay for the Adventure Zone live show at comic con on last Friday night. Three days and thirty dollars later I present my void fish costume feat. rolling duck buddy. I am so glad I was able to make it in time for the amazing show!! Everyone there was so cool and seeing the boys in the flesh was everything I hoped for. 

It has been a while since any project on this scale came together with so few hitches and I am really proud of how it turned out!

Hello everyone! Thank you so much for your continued support while I’m still in the process of figuring out this whole manufacturing thing/getting the Kickstarter together.
(For those of you who are new, I am hoping to produce my popular Whale Shark Bag through a KS sometime this year!)

I’ve received more than one sample, so to show my thanks - I’m giving the extra one away!


WHAT YOU’LL RECEIVE!
* 1 fully functional Whale Shark Bag (this item may have small differences from the final product that will be available later on through the Kickstarter, such as: fabric color, hardware type, etc)

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anonymous asked:

Kat i just saw a post that said tae and hobi got yoongi a dead fish for his bday last year do you know if this is true or have a source for this?

http://www.vlive.tv/video/6257?channelCode=FE619

aslaslkmklsamsd oh god,,

and yoongi was like “eh i’m not looking forward to it idc” but when hoseok brought the box he got so excited 

but

No Strings (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Excessive drinking 

Word Count: 4,040

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

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A Viktuuri love child that just wants to play hockey and, "No, dad, you cannot add rhinestones to my jersey!"

“But you’d look so pretty!” Viktor whines.

“No. NO RHINESTONES.” Koichi eyes him warily, defensively covering his jersey and holding it against his chest.

“How about this?” he asked, casually fishing out a random bag of pink glitter from his pocket. There’s a long silence before Koichi lets out a high-pitched scream and makes a getaway dash towards the door and out of the room, tripping several times throughout the apartment until he (literally) runs into Yuuri in the kitchen carrying a coffee mug in one hand and a skating magazine in the other.

“Ah, what’s up kiddo?”

“Dad, dad won’t stop chasing me with glitter, PLEASE STOP HIM.” 

Yuuri tries to stifle a laugh but fails. “I don’t know, you could probably pull off the sparkly shimmery look.”

Dad!!

“Fine. Viktor, stop chasing our son with glitter.”

“Yuuri do you want to know why his hockey games are so boring?” Viktor asks, appearing abruptly in the doorway with a huge nerf gun loaded with glitter. Koichi swallows loudly. “Obviously because everyone’s wearing the same dull outfits.”

“Viktor, you’re not going to–”

“ До свида́ния, boring jersey.”

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cut scene, next practice Koichi shows up at the rink sporting a jersey untastefully covered in glitter that’s painful to look at. 

Petname Babygirl II pt.3

yoongi x reader

genre: filth..fluff? I don’t know except for the smut, dom!yoongi

this chapter contains a bit of everything, I guess

word count: 10.6k


Your business trip involved boring meetings, some time for yourself and you being naked and tied up underneath your boss.

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backpack, Isaiah Nagurrgurrba

This design of djenj (generic word for fish) includes the species namarnkol (barramundi), urnbuhmanj (black bream) and njarlkan (archer fish) and depicts a billabong scene in the ancient rock art style of West Arnhem Land with single line rarrk hatching and the backbones of the fish visible.

Fishing is an important part of Kunwinjku culture. The old people used to catch fish with djalakirradj (three-pronged spears) walabi (traditional triangular nets) and mandjabu (vine fish traps ). In the evenings they would sometimes paint the fish in their rock shelter as they explained to young people about the different species, their Djang (ancestral creation stories), or just the catch of the day. Mandem (water lily) spreads its leaves and flowers over the water in the background of the design.

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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Jughead Imagine - Jughead x Reader

[A/N: Not a very well written piece and a bit cheesy for me, just a little procrastination between longer fics and prompts to stop me from getting writers block! Not going to tag people in this one just because I’m not super proud of it like my others!

Based on this prompt: sitting outside of your house waiting for you to get home after you two had a fight.

You were walking down the dusky street of your neighbourhood back to your own house when you noticed him from afar, sitting on your porch. His finely shaped jaw was set in stone, he stared ahead but you were well aware that he had noticed you. Your stomach had lurched at the sight of him, you really didn’t want to deal with his shit tonight.

You started to walk along the path up towards your house and him, purposefully ignoring him just as he ignored you. You rummaged through your bag for your keys, clearly your parents were not home.

‘You been out with Archie?’ he sombrely questioned.

‘Mhm.’ You lightly hummed, you could hear your keys jingling in your bag.

‘I thought we had plans.’

‘Yeah well I thought those plans didn’t include Betty Cooper.’ You bitterly retorted.

‘I don’t see what the big deal is, you like Betty.’

‘Yeah I like Betty, Jug.’ You pointed, ‘Just not on our date nights!’ You huffed in frustration and firmly fished your keys from your bag; the multiple keychains chimed in your hand.

As you began unlocking your door you sensed Jughead standing from his position on the porch, he hovered behind as you stepped through the threshold of the door - Jughead moved to follow.

‘Woah!’ You stopped him in his tracks, using the door as a shield, his foot stood wedged between the door and the frame. ‘I don’t think so, Jug.’

‘Seriously?’ His face suggested that he had not taken your complaint against Betty very seriously.

‘You bet I’m serious.’

‘So we’re actually having a fight right now?’

‘What did you think this was Jug?!’ you asked incredulously.

‘I don’t know!’ He stammered, ‘Not a fight, that’s for sure.’

You glowered at him.

‘I am sick of sharing you. All I was asking for Jug was one night. One night away from our friends, one night away from the Blue and Gold! It’s all you ever seem to have time for anymore and whilst I support you, I just wish- I just wish you would have a little time left for me.’ You exhausted yourself and leant your face against the door frame.

‘(Y/N)-’ Jughead sighed, ‘all you had to do was say.’

He brought his face up close to yours, his face wore a sorry expression.

‘I shouldn’t have to say though, Juggie.’ You muttered. ‘You should want this as much as I do.’

Jughead placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, you mirrored his expression and felt ice within you melting. He brought a hand up and lightly placed his palm against your cheek, he breathed in the scent of you and gently put his lips to yours.  

‘You are always the most important thing to me, sometimes I just lose sight a little but you always bring me back.’ He muttered against your lips.

Promise of New Life

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins (mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff, a tiny bit of angst and another one that is a spoiler so check the tags.   

Wordcount: 1400ish

A/N: So this was a one shot that got another part and then you guys wanted more so a third part. This one is the fourth and it will be the last one for sure.

Thanks to the my annoying, but still amazing lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for being my beta

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

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Y/N chewed her lip nervously. Everything had happened so fast and it just kept going faster. Within the past year, she had confessed her feelings for Jensen in a drunken haze. He had kissed her the following morning and 6 months later she owned a house in Austin with him. 10 months after their first kiss, Jensen had asked Y/N to marry him to which she had said yes. The wedding had taken place among their closest friends the same afternoon.

Y/N loved Jensen dearly and she did not regret a thing that had happened between the two of them. The speed however meant she had never gotten a chance to talk to him about the things normal couples talk about before they get married. Hell, Y/N hadn’t even gotten to talk to Jensen about much after the wedding, since the two of them hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other for the two months his hiatus later. That exact lack of self control around each other had been what had landed her in this situation in the first place. She knew that and still she didn’t regret a thing. Y/N loved Jensen more and more with each passing day, even if she didn’t think it possible. She loved the way his hands and lips felt against her skin and the way his muscles flexed under her caresses. He was all she had ever wanted and so much more. She couldn’t regret anything that had to do with him. Not that her new situation was a regret, more a concern that she wasn’t sure how to approach Jensen about.

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