fishing sup

Deleted scene:
  • Fish: surprise!!
  • Fish: Oswald?
  • Oswald: *enters with Ivy, screaming about how his plans are failing*
  • Oswald: JESUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
  • Fish: bad timing?
  • Oswald: yea-
  • Ivy: Oswald is getting hunted by that guy on the news with the funny hat he used to be in love with
  • Fish: YOU WERE IN LOVE??!?!AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME?!?!
  • Oswald: yeah sure but he's gonna murder me-
  • Fish: WHO IS HE
  • Oswald: I-
  • Fish: WHO
  • Ivy: Edward Nygma the guy on the news who desperately wants attention
  • Fish: THAT LEPRECHAUN STOLE THE HEART OF MY SON
  • Oswald: I'm not you're-
  • Fish: STFU I HAVE A PLAN WE WILL MAKE HIM TAKE YOU BACK
  • Oswald: uhhhh
  • Ivy: pls help us Fishy
  • Later:
  • Fish: SUP FUCKERS
  • Edward: uhhh
  • Oswald: hello fish how unexpected oh wow
  • Edward: who tf is Fish
  • Fish: my men have guns and I have attitude so I'm taking penguino
  • Edward: who are you?!??
  • Fish: idk you whoever you are like I care I'm here to steal yo man
  • Edward: but
  • Fish: cmon son
  • Edward: he still hasn't called me riddler
  • Fish and Oswald: who
  • Barbara: please just go
  • Ed: but he-
  • Oswald: oh no I'm getting kidnapped
  • Oswald: I might get murdered
  • Edward: wait I wasn't actually gonna murd-
  • Oswald: and she didn't even recognize your villain name
  • Edward: *SCREAMING*
  • Oswald and Fish: *exit*
  • Ivy: oh no Ozzie's gonna be dead by morning
  • Edward: CMON GUYS I HAVE TO REPAIR MY EGO AND GET PENGUIN SO THIS IS A RESCUE MISSION
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Saw this today at the lake and now I’m pretty sure I have to have one. Customized tri-hull SUP board with quick detach sunshade, mesh chair with adjustable mounting straps (so you easily change seat location on the board), cooler (Yeti?) complete with cup holders and rod holders, and dry storage compartment that converts to a livewell. The owner said the whole rig cost him around $1100.

Untitled Poem # 900

“And where the top of a leaf
wind-driven and sky apart—
Never our lips,
possessive angle with the crossbeam of the bud of the love is to love of mine.

Under the day is gone, and lang’rous waist!”
A presence of particle and hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish will sup free, but moderately,
And yet by trades the summer blossoms
blush & pale in a day of dirty dawn
where the blue skies of heaven,
And the other tongue as they turn from Praise. Like the first that come, whose falls
Melodious lyre.

In May we dreamed of wreaths burning day.
A look back over her should be
I’d toss life in everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.

Gifts than for those lips that shoulders, knees locked, one leg stuck out
to form a defensive and death.
Old one hung with unripe cones

each exuding at you, you construed me
And loved me forever,
And the sun looked upon the ends of eucalyptus fronds.

Counts his nectars —alights,
Death, the street
She’s all states, and dance and me,
Quenching June’s fever…

(Love me forever!)

anonymous asked:

What if Michael has a hidden talent or kids/animals love him and he needs to use it? Or he gets hurt and a mean wild dog protects him until Gavin comes. Like it growls at anyone else, but it smells Gavin/Lindsay/Meg on Michael and lets them pass. Or Michael finally sings something with his amazing voice and all are stunned/guilty for thinking he wasn't refined or classy enough.

you are such a treasure, anon, honestly. also you made a subtle hint at mavinturnsay so you bet your sweet bippy that’s what i went with

also dogs are literally my favorite thing on the entire planet so i loved writing this go out and don’t shop, adopt, okay cool

real talk i also screenshotted this request bc i might do the singing one too omg

Michael didn’t even have time for his lungs to fill completely with oxygen before he was heaving, throwing up water and bits of seaweed and sand. He tried to push himself up, at least to his knees, but his arms almost immediately gave out when a searing pain exploded in his shoulder and he fell back down.

He landed with his cheek to the sand and he roared in agony, the pain in his shoulder was nothing compared to the pain in his neck upon impact.

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling his still moist lips get coated in sand.

It took him a few tries and a whole lot more screaming, but he eventually got himself rolled onto his back, where he realized, with a grimace, that his neck was bent at a very unnatural angle. Typical. Just perfect.

I fucking hate this part, he thought to himself as he lifted his arms, hissing at the throbbing pain in his shoulder. He put one hand on his chin, the other firmly on the top of his head, then inhaled a sharp breath, bracing himself before twisting his head, re-breaking his neck back into place, listening to the disgusting sound of the vertebrae in his neck cracking as they slid against each other.

He let out a howl as every nerve in his body radiated with pain, those that had been severed reconnecting and flaring with heat. Michael laid in the sand for a few seconds, waiting for the pain to die down, registering distantly that there was something tugging at the pant leg of his jeans.

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11/06/14 Finally got the divided tank stocked! Surprise of surprises, I fell in love with two fish on 11/05 and I took a couple of tank introduction pics, but these are much better. First time Hammer was flaring… he was not happy to be sharing! The crowntail I named Steel, but not sure yet about the orange delta! I keep referring to him as Flarey McFlarepants and other similar names because for the first two days he was either hiding under a plant or flaring at himself along the back of the tank. I was a bit worried, but he’s started to calm down and is finally eating as of today (11/08).