i was talking to a couple friends about living/growing up in florida and mentioned that as a kid a regular source of Childhood Entertainment was catching lizards and then letting the lizards bite your earlobes and hang there like earrings and
i just realized i don’t know if that’s a Florida Thing or just a My Weird Neighborhood Thing can anybody from florida pls chime in
A dude, according to contemporary sources, was a man of many affectations. Even a small town dude would speak with drawl which was something of a mix of English and Bostonian. Most sentences began with “I say”, ended with “don’t chew know” and questions were answered with “raaather”. Though he looked and spoke as if he’d just stepped from Pall Mall, he’d probably never been to London at all.
You’d find him wearing extremely tight (with the cuffs rolled up) or extremely loose pants (tucked into his boots), red (or any other loudly coloured) lacquered shoes or excessively polished black boots, spotless gloves, and a tall silk hat on a jaunty angle. A monocle was optional but he’d go nowhere without his fancy cane. When said cane was not in his mouth, a cigarette was dangling there. He always had a flower with a long stem in his buttonhole, lilies being most popular. His mustache was curled to perfection. His hair was either curled, or cut short but with bangs. His collar would be tall. If it were scarf weather, his pearl scarf pin would secure it in just the right spot.
They were most populous in New York, Boston and Chicago, although they’d follow the 400 to Newport or where ever else fashion decreed when summer came.
All of this would be fine, said the editors, but a dude rarely worked - certainly not in any trade, but usually not at all. Most had money, but if not, they’d trade on real or fabricated family connections. He’d spend his day lounging from one lady’s house to another, or standing on street corners, or looking out the window of his club or Delmonico’s, sucking on the knob of his cane, and staring at passing girls. He was extremely vain and socially ambitious, his conversation vapid, and he acted as if he was a member of some imaginary aristocracy. He thought he was God’s gift to women and could be a masher, if he bothered.
Dandies, on the other hand, though they were also always well dressed and at the peak of fashion, were respectable: they had brains (and a job), and knew when to leave the ladies alone. Dandy’s like Bryon and Brummell, had they been American, would not have been considered dudes.
Later iterations in the 1910s and 1920s were called lounge lizards, jellybeans, bun dusters, drugstore cowboys and cake eaters. Around the 1920s the term dude came to define a city man who visited more rustic locals and stuck out like a sore thumb.
One of four bunnies I found the other day while looking for snakes and lizards. They were so tiny, I’m guessing a week and a half old? I actually thought the first one I found was dead until I poked it with my hook, then I found the other three, snapped a few pictures when a couple walked up to me and asked what I was taking photos of. So I showed them the bunnies.
They were worried that they had been abandoned but I told them it was common for a momma to leave them for awhile each day and that she will likely return to them once we leave. They wanted to touch them but I told them not to, they said ‘oh, because if the mom smells them on us she’ll abandon them?’ I told them that was a wives tale to keep kids from bringing animals home, but the reason they didn’t want to touch them is because they carry diseases like hantavirus and
Tularemia. At that piece of advice they immediately backed away, thanked me for the information, and wandered off.
Stucky, M, 14.3k, A03 Canon compliant through CACW Artist: SulaMoon Author: flowerfan2
Thanks to @sulasaferoom for creating the amazing artwork that inspired me, to my beta @perryavenue for being the world’s best beta, and to everyone at @capreversebb for running this amazing challenge.
Summary: A few months after the civil war fiasco, Bucky and Steve have started a new life together in New York. But when Steve gets hurt, all their plans are threatened. It’s up to Bucky to figure out what to do next.
Bucky feels like a cliché as he hovers next to Steve’s hospital
bed, waiting for him to wake up. He
can’t relax with Steve in this condition – fuck relax, he can barely breathe,
barely function at all. Steve is ripped
apart and broken and Bucky doesn’t understand how he isn’t dead yet. Although they are keeping him heavily
sedated, Bucky can see the pain etched into Steve’s face. He’s not sure how to weather it, alternating
between pacing back and forth across the airless room and sitting next to Steve
and holding his practically lifeless hand.He’s not the only visitor there, of course. No one is about to leave a recently
de-triggered former assassin alone with Captain America, even if Captain
America himself would insist that there’s no danger. But Steve isn’t able to insist on anything
right now, and that’s the entire problem. The first time the doctors ease up on the sedation Steve
wakes up moaning, a horrid, animal noise that sends Bucky into a blind panic. Bucky comes back to himself curled up in a
ball on the hospital floor, Natasha crouched down next to him, a hand bravely
kneading the back of his neck. “It’s okay,” she murmurs.
“They gave him more painkillers.
He’s okay now.”
Bucky lets Natasha help him up, but avoids meeting her eyes
as he resumes his place at the side of Steve’s bed. He doesn’t need her pity. Bucky just needs Steve to wake up. He can’t fathom what will happen to him if
Steve doesn’t wake up.
He came from the UK originally, his distinctive accent pinning him to Wales, to be specific. This made him attractive to the Fair Folk. They said he sounded of the motherland, of home.
Having studied veterinary science at university in the UK he came over to the States to study his Master’s course in herpetology - snakes and lizards were his forte, which is helpful as the Gentry don’t often use them as envoys or forms to take.
Even he isn’t quite sure how he got the Elsewhere University, he doesn’t remember applying or accepting. Whenever asked where he DID apply to, his eyes glaze over and he mumbles an incoherent response. Nonetheless, he follows all the rituals - iron, salt, rowan. Leaving out bailey’s when the occasion calls for it. He is attractive to the Gentry, but tries to ignore them as best he can. This changed, however, when one of the Crows was injured in a storm.
Instinct taking over, the Master’s Student approached the fallen Crow as the storm raged about. Leaving the path (a dangerous and ill-advised task at the best of times) to go to their side. As he approached, his hands reaching towards the fallen bird to put its limb back into place, the bird panicked. Realising, as the bitter storm whipped around the student and the crow, he threw off the iron rings he wore as protection, and the Lords and Ladies descended.
Amongst the rain and wind, combining with the whispering of the Fair Folk; whispers of home and familiarity mixing with the cries of the crow and the student, who is now screaming. Screaming incoherently, in English, then Welsh, then some esoteric tongue known only to the Gentry. Reaching towards the crow, desperate, allowing his lessons from years ago to come back to him, he touched the wing.
There was a snapping sound, and a second of silence.
The next sound was a flurry of feathers, as a murder began. The crow on the ground croaked once, and the others descended. Wing and beak struck out against the fair flesh of the Gentry, driving them backwards, and driving a wedge in the relationship between the Crows and the Lords and Ladies. The Fair Folk retreated from the student, muttering curses after the birds, some of which were potent enough to kill the birds dead. The student stopped screaming and crying, and shakily put one of his rings back on.
Just like that the Gentry vanished, retreating back into the rain and wind, with a warning and a promise (or was it a threat?). The Crow with the injured wing squawked its thanks, and gave a solemn vow. This student is protected, they said. Try anything with this one and we will fight anew.
The student is now rarely seen without a crow within five feet. Oftentimes he sits on the walls and talks to them, collecting rumours and gossip, discussing advancements in his field. His experience didn’t leave him untouched, however - english was wiped from his mind, so all conversation is now in welsh, but otherwise he got lucky. Very lucky indeed.
he’s a total Dad. he remembers when you need medicine, is always there for you when you’re sick, calls you every day to check you’re eating well, texts you goodnight, and so on.
I could go on for hours about all his caring, loving Dad gestures
and watching YOU help him with the boys makes his heart go asdfghuikl
he’s the type who will grow up to be the greatest dad ever. he would never complain, no matter how little sleep he got, or how many kids screamed in his ears, or how many activities he had to drive his children to
so although he’s casually seen people before, you’re different. you’re not just “fun” but someone he seriously sees spending his life with
which means that you’re the one he wants to raise his kids with
and seeing you gently shake Minghao awake or share your food with Chan just makes him blush and smile and feel so happy :) :)
another aspect of his perfect bf traits are: he’s Daddy af (I mean Daddy not Dad, there’s a difference)
Seungcheol is ultimate daddy material
as there’s overcrowding during dinner time, you get to sit on his thick thighs lap and be pressed against his broad chest. with his mouth and lips right next to your ear as he screams “SEUNGKWAN STOP HOGGING THE RICE” :) nice, lucky you :)
but when you flinch he’ll press a kiss to your ear as silent apology and whisper: “I’ll apologise to you properly later”
but turns out his apology is actually a punishment ;^) of the good kind
he loves having you in his bed, even for innocent reasons :p like having you in his arms, watching you fall asleep, discussing the future or your days until you slowly drift off. then getting to wake up to you, sleepily kissing your face and having you run your fingers through his hair
sometimes the other boys will join in, either bc they’re scared or to annoy coups
“hyung, there’s a storm outside, can I sleep with you two?” “sure, seungkwan, hop in”
“aaay, hyung, looking cosy there ;)) I’m not interrupting, am I?” “deokyeom, y/n’s sleeping wth are you talking about?”
regardless of your gender, the boys call you mom
“MMMOOOOOOOOOMMM, make Jeonghan stop telling everyone I’m his baby!!! I’m a grown man!!!” (no you’re not Chan, you’re Jeonghan’s baby until 30)
coups kisses your forehead and/or nose before he leaves every day
and texts you two minutes later like ‘I miss you already :/’
plays with your fingers
and presses kisses to each digit
“Do you think our future kids would like a dog?? We should buy them a golden retriever”
touches your butt as much as possible
playfully smacking it, slipping his hand into your back pocket, resting his hand on the small of your back and trailing his palm across the flesh of your backside every so often
he loves Booty
very honest about the relationship to his friends but is afraid of revealing it to the public. not only would you earn yourself some haters but he wants to keep you private, not under criticism. so he stays quiet to protect you
but legit won’t stop talking to you to his friends and family
his parents are so annoyed over it but also think it’s so cute and are happy that their son found someone who makes him happy but also … stfu seungcheol
getting to wear coups’ clothes and snapbacks
and getting matching shoes or jackets so you match but not in an overly obvious way, more of a cool way
going into the pet store to coo at all the animals and wondering if Pledis would be okay with you two bringing back these 2 really cute lizards who were holding hands
(they said no :()
tickle fights that always somehow end up involving the others and it’s all out war >:)
movie nights where all fourteen of you pile in the living room and are basically draped on each other since it’s so cramped but you’re basically family so it’s comfortable, if a little stuffy :p
feeding you with his fork and asking “Is it good?”
massages your shoulders when you sit between his legs and rests his chin on the top of your head
loves when you run your fingers up and down his back
or bury your face into his neck
basically, coups is the ultimate bf. he’s the perfect bf so dating him is a healthy, strong relationship. any conflict is over genuine problems, not just “you looked at someone else so now I’m jealous.” he aims to protect and keep you happy all the time. you are, after all, the person he plans to spend his life with :)
My very first Voltron: Legendary Defender Fan Fiction contribution. <3 Contains langst and gradually turns to Klance. It’s going to be a relatively short story, but I hope it engages you all in the long run and that you guys really like it. :)