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There is so much poetic justice going on around him.
There’s Grian and Scar, for one, which is enough to exhaust a whole season’s worth of poetry. The allies, the murderers, the fatal flaws, the victor and his final kill. As if that doesn’t cover it, there’s Impulse and Bdubs, the traitor and the betrayed, the two stubbornly insisting on a marriage through gritted teeth. Whoever said the universe doesn’t have a sense of humour is in for a bit of a reality check.
And here’s the reality check – there’s Scott and Pearl. Except Scott doesn’t even pair up with Pearl, he chooses someone else – and yet, the person he chooses isn’t Jimmy. And Cleo hands him the flower, a daffodil, too yellow, and Scott makes a joke. And Jimmy jokes back, and the poetry around them shatters.
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Shrub Berry is an expert on finding home.
For a time, she didn’t think this could be true. After all, you can only spend so many hours languishing over maps and asking wild animals if they’ve seen any ‘twisted mushroom people’ before you start to lose the plot.
She’d never considered herself an expert on anything before she washed up along the Undergrove. Back then it wasn’t a concern.
Of course, things change. Stepping through that portal in hopes of finding Home, she’d resigned herself to having no lead, no prayers— only hope. Just like she’d done all those years ago, fleeing from carnage.
Time is different in the nether. She doesn’t know how long it took for her to find her people once more, only that she felt older when she did. But maybe that was less of her age and more of a symptom of leaving.
It didn’t matter. She was home. It was time to rest and love and be with the people her heart had ached to find all this time. And yet, it still ached.
She wasn’t without love or health. There wasn’t a single ailment that besmirched her. For now until forever gave away, Shrub would be with her family, her people, her home.
So why did she still hurt?
It’s a predicament that she wrestles with near daily. That is, until she finds a lone traveller circling the outside of her portal long after nature has reclaimed it.
“Excuse me!” The traveller asks, twisting strands of pink hair between her fingertips, “I- I think I might be lost. I don’t know where I am.”
Shrub knows her. Despite the air of unfamiliarity, Shrub could never forget the face of a friend. Even if time and magic had snatched the most noticeable traits away.
“Of course,” She replies, “Where are you from?” It’s a damning question. Shrub remembers being asked it the first day she arrived on this continent. She remembers Lizzie asking it herself. The irony isn’t lost on her.
Lizzie-Not-Lizzie shakes her head, “I don’t know. I have this,” She holds out her palm to show a golden pair of rings glimmering in it’s center. When Shrub looks back up, the manic desperation in Lizzie-Not-Lizzie seems to have grown, “I think I lost something important. Forgot it.”
Shrub closes her hand around the rings, deep in thought. “It’ll be okay!” She smiles, banishing the guilt burning in her gut. It had no place here. “You might not know where you are right now, but I do. And this place is blessed!”
She gestures with a hand around her, “A really really long time ago, a gnome was lost and scared in these lands. Just like you. She got… frustrated a lot at the people around her. Because nature, the gods— No one could bring her home.”
“Did she find it?” Lizzie asks, blinking wide curious eyes.
Shrub grins, “It became one.”
Her grip readjusts, heart warm and full, to hold Lizzie’s hand securely in hers. She didn’t know how many of her friends had disappeared into the fog of unknown. Lost their memories—their lives.
But it would be okay. Because if time has proven anything, it’s that Shrub Berry is an expert at finding Home.
“Joe, I am thinking about death,” Cleo declares, hanging from the teeth of her snake cavern.
“…okay,” Joe says, slowly. He’s still looking through her chests for spare birch for some reason. She’s letting him. She really, really doesn’t need birch.
“Well, I mean, I thought you should know,” she says.
“I don’t mean to put you out by not bein’ suitably dramatic, but you think about death a lot,” Joe says reasonably.
“What? You’re good to talk about it to, what with you also being dead.”
“Am I truly?” Joe says. “I may be a ghost, and also transparent until each sunrise, but does that make me dead when I still speak? When I still dream, and change the people around me, and act?” He picks up a skeleton head from the chest and frowns. “Cleo, did you mean to lose this?”
“See, that’s what I mean—no, give it.” She holds out her hand, and Joe hands over the skull.
“Oh, good. Because if I held this too long talkin’ about mortality, someone might think it’s a bit too on the nose.”
Cleo snorts. “Alas, poor Cleo. I knew her, Joe.”
They’re both companionably silent for a bit.
“Any reason?” Joe says, after seemingly giving up on finding the birch he’d been looking for.
“For the skull? Joe, did you hit your head?”
“No, for talkin’ about death again, and why I don’t think we are.”
“Oh,” Cleo says. “Grian’s doing that game of his again, and I’m playing.”
“Oh! Good luck, have fun, as the kids and gamers say.”
“Thanks Joe. Appreciated.”
“No problem!” He turns to her and beams and she laughs.
“And you basically answered it anyway. What I’d give for everyone else to see it the way you do. We do, I guess. Death, I mean.”
“One day, they will!” Joe says brightly.
“Oh, that was ominous. I’m jealous.”
“With a little luck and also, ideally, some birch logs, you can be exactly as ominous as I am. Just three easy payments of I need those logs so badly Cleo why did you give me false hope—”
Cleo laughs.
May you be blessed with hardcore gay sex thatd give a conservative a deadly heart attack this pride
Niki is going to be in "L'Manberg's Party: A Dream SMP Reunion" at twitch con!
dsmp fanartists: we draw tubbo brunette bc it looks more like him as a person and less like just a south park skin
hermitcraft fanartists: if you show us an irl picture of any of our blorbos we will cry
I'd like to see your stress design, if you wanna! :]
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i care she so much <3
(commission info) (tell me which hermit to design next)
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3l! And ll! Jimmy are the pathetic guy representation we need. Like, yes girl rely entirely on your husband to keep you alive. Backstab your teammates and completely fail at it. Slay.
An Alaska Native group decided to make a video game. It’s like nothing you’ve ever played before.
One of the most groundbreaking, critically acclaimed, and delightful video games of 2014 began in a highly unlikely place — Anchorage, Alaska.
It’s called “Never Alone” (or “Kisima Ingitchuna”). And it wasn’t developed by Nintendo, Electronic Arts, Ubisoft, or any of the other big game studios.
It was the brainchild of the Cook Inlet Tribal Council (CITC) — a nonprofit community support organization for Alaska Natives and their families.
And while many Alaska Native communities are struggling to hold on to their identities in the 21st century, the council saw “Never Alone” as both a way of becoming more financially self-sufficient and a necessary new method of transferring cultural knowledge from one generation to the next.
June 15 is the anniversary of both the Night Vale and Gravity Falls pilots, as well as Vanessa Doofenshmirtz’s birthday and “give it up for day 15” day
The evacuation prep poster is done! This poster is designed primarily with wildfires in mind, but the tips can apply to preparing for any much any disaster.
If you share this image outside of tumblr, please link back to my website: www.Katy-L-Wood.com
[[Image ID: A poster including a layered graphic showing what items to have ready to prepare for evacuating your home based on how much warning you have that you need to evacuate. The inner, red, level is labeled "No Warning." The next, orange, level is labeled "Less Than an Hour." The next, yellow, level is labeled "More Than an Hour." The final, green, level is labeled "General Preparedness." The items associated with each level and the text are included below. /end ID.]]
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Evacuation Prep:
As the world changes, it is important to be prepared to safely and efficiently evacuate your home, potentially with little or no warning. Preparing ahead of time can help to reduce stress and anxiety, and help you evacuate safely if the time comes.
Red Level (No Warning): People | Pets | Keys. Human life matters most. If you can't rescue your pets, let them out to give them their best chance. If evacuating by car, don't forget your keys.
Orange Level (Less Than an Hour): Crucial Meds | Important Papers | Money | Paper Map | Pet Vaccination Records. Crucial meds and medical equipment. Papers including passports, birth certificates, medical records, etc.. Multiple forms of payment. Paper map with marked evac routes in case of signal loss. Phone. Most evac centers require vaccine records for pets to be allowed in.
Yellow Level (More Than an Hour): Photos | Hard Drives | Computers | Chargers | Irreplaceable Items | OTC Meds | Pet Supplies | Pet Food | Clothes | Weather Gear. Family photos. Hard drives and computers. Make digital backups ahead of time. Charging cords. Irreplaceable items such as collectibles and mementos. Over the counter medical supplies such as Aspirin and tampons. Pet supplies such as bowls, crates, toys, and litter. Pet food and treats. Clothes. If you are running out of time grab your laundry basket. Weather gear if needed.
Green Level (General Preparedness): Food | Water | Radio | N95 Masks | Multitool | Power Pack | Gas | Stove + Fuel | Flashlight | Toiletries | Emergency Contact Info | Bedding | First Aid | Can Opener. Easy prep, shelf-stable food. Water. Battery powered/rechargeable NOAA weather radio. N95 masks for smoke. A multitool. Rechargeable power pack for phones. Keep your car at least partially fueled at all times. Portable stove and fuel for cooking food without power. Flashlight and spare batteries. Toiletries including hair products, toothbrush and paste, etc.. Emergency contact info for friends and loved ones. Spare pillows and blankets. Dedicated first aid kit. Can opener.
Save yourself time and stress by preparing an evacuation bag ahead of time and keep it in an easy to access place. At the end of every season rotate out the perishable items within such as food, water, and medications. The more you can keep in the bag, the more time you'll have to grab everything else. Remember, it is okay if you can't do everything. Some preparation is better than no preparation.
If you are in the U.S.A. and experiencing disaster related anxiety call the Disaster Distress Hotline at 1-800-985-5990 for support and resources.
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Creeper Scar is back and stronger than ever!! >:D 💥
I am convinced that no one who writes Stress as "gentle, soft-spoken healer mom friend" has ever actually watched her content and specifically has never watched her interactions with Iskall.
@theminecraftbee hey dude, so i read this little thing of yours and i got SO Plagued By Images i did this :D
happy june and empires anniversary here’s some nature wives :))
i didn’t know x had a little bit after wel’s verse :D