one of my least favourite things is when i tell mainlanders that my dad taught my brothers how to hunt and he’d wanted to teach me how to hunt and the mainlander goes “ew, your dad hunted animals?” as if he was a white man hunting for sport and not a mixed race indigenous man from a fishing village who literally grew up hunting to live and continued to hunt once he left the island because it was a part of his upbringing and had become part of his way of life
like some white people genuinely can’t conceive of people hunting for reasons other than trophy-hunting? like some people just like the taste of moose, brenda
The festive season is over, and the Christmas decorations
have barely been packed away before almost the entire village is struck down
with a particularly nasty strain of norovirus. Aaron, in his seemingly never
ended misfortune, is hit the worst, his time spent with his head ducked over a
toilet bowl outlasting the usual twenty four hour period by three days. By hour
36, Robert, who lives up to his legacy as the village enigma by being one of
the few who are immune, is in a frenzy, convinced that his husband may be on
the verge of certain death. Luckily, the woman who picks up Robert’s call to
the NHS helpline is able to assure him that yes,
this is normal, and no, Aaron is not
dying, he just has a stomach bug.
‘You don’t look so good,’ Aaron jokes when Robert comes into
the bedroom clutching a glass of water. ‘Have you caught something?’
‘Har-dee-har-har,’ Robert says, rolling his eyes and
perching on the edge of the bed next to him. Aaron smiles, which looks odd in
contrast to his pasty skin and bruised under-eyes. He’s been putting on a brave
face for days, but Robert knows that he feels rotten. ‘I’m going to need you to
sit up a minute.’
Aaron sighs but nods, bringing himself up onto his elbows
and letting Robert slip an arm around his waist. He winces as he forces himself
into a sitting position, a barely audible groan slipping from his lips. Robert
wants nothing more than to tuck him back up and let him rest, but his health
has to come first.
‘This has got some rehydration powder in it,’ Robert says,
nodding to the glass. ‘You’re going to have to drink it or you’re just
going to get sicker. Sorry.’
‘I didn’t think that was possible.’
Robert hands Aaron the glass and he lifts it shakily to his
lips. He manages about half before shoving it back to Robert and
clamping a hand to his mouth. Robert is quick to react, grabbing the empty
mixing bowl he left at the side of the bed for such an emergency.
‘You alright?’ Robert asks, rubbing Aaron’s back and his
wretches. He isn’t actually sick though, which is promising.
‘They just had to make it orange flavoured,’ Aaron says,
pressing the back of his hand to his mouth and taking a deep breath.
Robert puts the bowl on the floor. ‘You got some of it down
though, which is good. Is there anything else I can get you?’
Aaron considers for a moment, letting Robert plump up his
pillows before he settles back down. ‘Can you stay with me for a bit?’
Robert nods and smiles. He’s been sleeping at the foot of
the bed for the past few days, giving Aaron enough room to breathe while still
being close if he needs him. He hasn’t minded, but he’s missed being next to
his husband. He stands up and makes his way to his own side of the bed,
slipping under the covers next to Aaron and offering an arm. Aaron takes the
invitation and curls up against him, his head pressed against his heart. His
skin is clammy and he smells like sweat and vomit, but Robert doesn’t mind. He
kisses the top of his husband’s head and smiles into his hair. He doesn’t mind
Trapped Inside A Haunted Playhouse With Got7 Part 1 (Reader X Got7)
It was that time of the year again. The amusement park,also known as “Creep Zone” opened it’s gate to welcome people, like it does every summer. The park was what kept the small village alive,someone would say. Every year tourists from all over the world would visit it, to ride on it’s crazy rollercoasters or just to see what all the fuss was about. Sometimes us humans let curiosity take the best of us, don’t we? And sometimes it could lead us into making, the worst decisions of our lives.. If you happened to drive by village during winter time,you’d think it’s a ghost town. But every summer it’s small vintage like hotels light up their signs, and stood among the woods full of life. Looking around the park for a while, you’d realize that the queue for each ride was endless, kids crying out of fear while on the rollercoasters or even of the excitement while waiting to get in.
“What are we even doing here?? Do you all realize we’re grown ups??”
Jinyoung sighed looking at all the kids who were running around. You just shrugged not wanting to irritate his already irritated figure even more. Maybe he was right.. Apart from the parents who were walking alongside their kids, you were the only adults here.
“Well we are not leaving..We didn’t drive all the way over here for nothing”
Jaebum said earning “yeah"s from the seven of you. Beginning to walk once more, you wandered around trying to find what to do. The atmosphere cold and impersonal, the light breeze making you shiver lightly. You looked up to see a sky, full of dark clouds that hid the starts and bright moon. The wind blew once more and you shivered again. Wearing a t-shirt might have been a bad decision after all.. A hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and rubbing your sides gently to warm you up. You looked up to smile warmly at Mark who just winked at you and looked away after returning a smile.
Youngjae exclaimed pointing at a sign.
The House of fear
The guys looked at each other smirking before starting to walking
to the direction the sign was pointing. If it wasn’t for Mark holding your waist tightly you wouldn’t be able to walk, fear taking the best of you. You never were a fan of spooky stuff to be honest and so this so called house wasn’t for you.
“Guys.. Can we do something else?”
You spoke up quietly, but loud enough for the boys to hear. And they all turned to look at you, finding your scared expression priceless and adorable.
“Oi oi lady..Don’t you worry! Sir Jackson will protect you!”
Jackson exclaimed coming behind you, lifting you, to place you up to his shoulders.
“You are going to protect her?”
Bambam laughed sarcastically and Yugyeom joined him
“Hyung no offense..But you are afraid of your own shadow..”
“No I’m not shut-”
Mark screamed coming behind Jackson causing him to cry out in fear almost dropping you to the ground.
“Hey! Watch out!”
You said half,scared half annoyed playfully slapping Jackson’s arm.
He apologized before turning to look at Mark giving him the death glance. He just shook his head laughing before continuing to walk. Soon enough you found yourselves outside the playhouse. There was no queue but neither of you questioned it, being happy you wouldn’t have to wait. Some employee with his red bright uniform stood outside the entrance giving you directions.
“..You are not allowed to use your phones in any means so just leave them to me and I’ll return them to you within exiting. Have fun”
He tried to say in the most exciting tone he could master but non the less failed miserably. One by one you gave your phones to him and entered the house. The door slammed shut and in a matter of seconds the lights turned off, taking away the ability to see your surroundings
“I told you guys this wasn’t a good idea…”
You repeated your words once more. Only to realize..You were all alone
A/N: And this is the end of part 1!! I hope you all enjoyed it as much i enjoyed writing it and are eagerly waiting for more!! If you are then, send asks/ submit your ideas on what you think will happen next!! I will read throught all of them and my favourite(s) will be featured on Part 2! Let your imagination run wild, I’ll be waiting to see what you have in store for me!! Good luck to you all! -Admin VanillaKookie
lesbians who shoot lasers out their eyes at fruit for money are valid. lesbians who can only be contacted via blood offerings on the third Sunday of march are valid. lesbians who you can only see out of the corner of your eyes at night like the wisp of a shadow are valid. lesbians with sapphire red eyes who live in caves and steal human babies from villages are valid. support all cryptid lesbians, not just the ‘mainstream’ ones.
Throughout history and our legends, Witches and Wizards were the crazy men and women that lived on the outskirts of the village. Their craft was wild and strange to those that lived in the village, but, nonetheless, people would seek after their wisdom of the land, the plants, the local spirits, and for wisdom or guidance in their path. These men and women, often bachelors, would know the ins and outs of the region and often went walking alone.
Today, our villages are less rustic and more like local towns, and suburbs. But one can still be a Local Witch, and develop special connections with the land you call home.
Become a Local Witch:
Learn Local Lore Folktales, legends, and even tall tales develop the culture of a town or area. Learn these. Retell them over summer campfires, and over drinks with friends. People will start to LOVE your stories.
Start Frequenting locally owned shops and stores Develop connections and relationships with the owners and those that work there every day. Learn their names, and introduce yourself after visiting more often. Supporting locally owned shops helps small business owners and provides nourishment to your community. This is putting down roots, and develops your connection with the people that shape your town.
Find a Local Bookstore This is an extension of 1 and 2. Locally owned bookstores always have a Local Writers, Local Plants, and Local History sections. Ask inside where these sections are, and start devouring these books. Not only will you be supporting a local shop, but you have a direct source of helpful information. Oftentimes, employees and owners also know a lot of Lore. Talk to them about what you’re interested in learning. They probably have some hidden gems of information.
Learn about your Indigenous Plants Start researching and learning about the flora that grows locally, learn their lore, their uses, and magical or folklore associations. If Natives from your area used these plants, find out how. Learn where these plants grow and research local foraging. If you’ve never foraged, see if you can find a local group that can serve as helpful guides to stay safe. Never ingest anything unless you are SURE.
Start a local Plant Grimoire Keep dried presses of flowers and plants in it, draw and diagram to help you remember what they look like.
Learn about the indigenous animals Research their folklore and mythology. Start finding out what they eat, and what their habitats are. (Safely) Do your part to help foster their growth and health. This could be making insect houses to help local endangered pollinators, or leaving out special birdseed for endangered bird species in the area. (Safely) Start interacting with the non-aggressive species and leave them treats. This is great for birds, deer, rabbits, moles, chipmunks, hedgehogs, etc
Join local Conservation Projects Getting directly involved in wildlife conservation strengthens our spiritual and natural ties to the land we call our home. Taking personal responsibility and interest in it’s stewardship is honoring the spirits of the land, and the Gods.
Use Google Maps while exploring parks, or protected open spaces to drop pins and places where you find animal habitats or useful plants for foraging.
That’s all for now. More will come later I’m sure. Now go be the best local Witch or Druid you can be!
- Forgave and befriended the demon that killed both of his parents and lived inside him for years, causing the villagers around him to treat him like scum even as a child, because he knew that it wasn’t Kurama’s fault to be manipulated and set free that way.
- Protected his entire village with his chakra during the fourth great ninja war. The very same village who shunned him and never apologized for it.
- FOUGHT. A. WAR. DURING. HIS. SEVENTEENTH. BIRTHDAY.
- Cried when he met his mom.
- Never, ever gave up on Sasuke. Even when he couldn’t quite understand him. And when he understood Sasuke’s pain, he offered to shoulder it and die with him, so his best friend (boyfriend) would never be alone again.
- Smiles so bright he can light up an entire town ok.
- Loves ramen noodles, protect him.
- His voice goes soft™ when he talks about Sasuke Uchiha (same my dude).
- “I don’t care who I have to fight! If he rips my arms out, I’ll kick him to death! If he rips my legs off, I’ll bite him to death! If he rips my head off, I’ll stare him to death! And if he gouges out my eyes, I’ll curse him from the grave! even if I’m torn to shreds, I’m taking Sasuke back from Orochimaru!”
- Literally is so passionate and determined.
- Have you seen his eyes.
- Understands people’s feelings so well.
- Loves plants.
- I love him.
In The Wee Free Men, the village has a tradition of burying a shepherd with a piece of wool on his shroud, so that the recording angel will excuse him all those times during lambing when he failed to attend church — because a good shepherd should know that the sheep come first. I didn’t make that up. They used to do that in a village two miles from where I live. What I particularly liked about it was the implicit loyalist arrangement with God. Americans, I think, sometimes get puzzled by people in Ireland who call themselves loyalists yet would apparently up arms against the forces of the crown. But a loyalist arrangement is a dynamic accord. It doesn’t mean we will be blindly loyal to you. It means we will be loyal to you if you are loyal to us. If you act the way we think a king should act, you can be our king. And it seemed to me that these humble people of the village, putting their little piece of wool on the shroud, were saying, “If you are the God we think you are, you will understand. And if you are not the God we think you are, to Hell with you.” So much of Discworld has come from odd serendipitous discoveries like that.
Terry Pratchett, “Straight from the Heart, via the Groin” (collected in A Slip of the Keyboard)
“I thought if you were going to vote for me, you should know a few things about me. Once, a Kikuyu woman and a Luo man fell in love with each other. They were urged by both their families not to marry outside the tribal boundary, but… love is a bridge and not a wall, if we let it be. They became husband and wife. At first, they lived with my father’s family in Ahero, but I’m afraid the Luo village found a hundred ways to make the new bride feel as if she was a trespasser. So, when I was only a few months old, my parents went to live in the village that my mother was born. Now it was father’s turn to be made to feel like he was an outsider who did not belong. My parents had to leave their homes to find a city where no one knew them. The same prejudice that drove them away was also responsible for taking my father’s life when a political difference became a tribal war. I share this story because you have heard many rumours about me, and I felt it was time to explain who and what I am. I am Kikuyu. I’m Luo. My business partner and best friend is also mixed. His father, Sudanese. His mother, Kenyan. These are facts that he and I have never talked about, because for us, they have never mattered.”
Headcannon: Victor's family is actually very supportive of him, but they live in a small Russian village, and can't afford to make it to his competitions often. But every time he's on tv, they have a big family get together to watch him! (Sort of like how Yuuri's fam and friends have viewing parties for him) And when Yuuri and Victor finally visit, Victor's fam love Yuuri to bits, and his mother and babushka tell all kinds of embarrassing stories of all the trouble lil Vitya would get into :D
This is a cat in my neighborhood. It’s very friendly and tries to get people to adopt it. Mostly my family. But we already have two cats and can’t spare another one. If anyone is in Brooklyn (and lives around the Marcus Garvey Village area), this cat is yours for the grabbing. I only ask that if you take this cat off the streets, PLEASE make sure you give it all the love its feline heart DESERVES!!!!!!
Link and Zelda going to live at Link’s house in Hateno Village and being all cute and domestic together.
Like, them fighting over who gets the bed on the first night…. like Link’s like You take it, you’re the princess! And Zelda’s like But it’s your bed! I can’t make you sleep on the floor in your own home!! And then they just both end up falling asleep on the floor because they literally spent all night unsuccessfully trying to convince the other to take the bed.
Zelda trying to cook something nice for Link and being a terrible cook, but he eats that charred omelette or that lumpy onigiri anyways because she tried and that’s all that matters.
Link going to the river to do laundry and Zelda desperately chasing him to retrieve her undergarments because oh my god he can’t see that it’s embarrassing.
Them climbing on eachother’s shoulders to clean high places come spring cleaning.
Them going to the shop together for weekly groceries, oblivious to the fact that everyone around them thinks they look like a married couple.
your animal crossing town does not have to look perfect and doesn’t have to be fully landscaped and DOESN’T have to have the “best” villagers and DOESN’T have to live up to OTHER peoples standards!!!! this game is meant for relaxation- not stress!! so take a deep breath, and remember that your villagers love you.