Hear the Dogs Crying

A recording of her voice, an old woman's voice full of gravel and lead steeped through the car radio. She spoke of gathering limu visitors on ships, and dusty roads in Wai'anae. In the distance you could almost hear the dogs crying, the mullet wriggling in the fish bag. Nostalgic for a tūtū I never knew, I feel the ocean pulse inside me waves rolling over, pushing me till I leap from this car through the congested H-1 across the noise and ashen sky emerge beneath the rains in Nu'uanu. I move past the fresh water ponds past the guava trees towards homes with flimsy tin roofs where my father, already late for school, races up Papakōlea with a kite made of fishing twine. Framed in a small kitchen window, tūtū scrapes the meat from awa skin for dinner tonight, wipes her hands on old flour bags for dish cloths. She is already small and watns to forget I may be too late— I have tomatoes and onion from the market, tūtū, my hand is out, my plate is empty and some bones for the dogs to stop their crying do you know my name? I am listening for your stories to call me in my hand is out, my plate is empty for your stories to show me the way tūtū, do you know my name?

— Christy Passion (1974–)

When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through: A Norton Anthology of Native Nations Poetry (2020)

the fine people of bsd tumblr have asked for fem skk and i shall give it to them

Day 20: Frost

“Did they not want you?’ Harry shook his head. ‘After you spent so long looking for them? How sad. Get over it, Tom.’ 

The air between them felt cold. Everything did. Harry glanced at the floor and saw thick shards of ice protruding through the floorboards. The temperature dropped. Tom’s wand wasn’t in his hands and he looked slightly surprised. ”

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From chapter 33 of Emeralds_and_Lilies’s What Souls Are Made Of

They’re helping each other get ready for their date

No because smiling at your opponent midfight is peak everything. I know I say it all the time but romance really peaked with sskk

Kafka Asagiri about Chuuya, Stormbringer (Afterword)

no but it's the way the cat slow-blinks at the player in the final cutscene

It happened to me: I heard the Turn theme in a public setting. And that public setting? My class. In front of my prof. Be careful. Be alert. Be on your guard. It could happen to you too.

I just had two wol thoughts at once 1) I like to think ch’ari is having the most fun on the fae’s side he hates being on their bad side but if he has fun with them he’s CACKLING gleeful he loves antagonizing people he dislikes (and also people he likes) 2) if ch’ari is ever at any point ever referred to as “uncle ch’ari” he will burst into tears right then and there

Ubisoft released this video for Far Cry 5’s (coming) fifth anniversary!

Four of the devs share a few “secrets” about the making of the game, such as some of the lengths they went to to make sure the world felt real, what they originally wanted the last missions to be, the cute story behind the 8-Bit Pizza Bar, and, although they sadly don’t show any footage of it, Seamus Dever’s audition.

you might think the hardest part of pushing your ribs back in with a foam roller would be like. the pain or the noises or something.

NO it is the way that every pet I have ever done this in the same house as has tried to climb on me while I'm doing it lmao

guys i had a dream last night and i am so deep in the rookie content that i dreamt of the season 6. i'm going to be honest i don't remember much but Kojo was there so lets hope that he is actually in season 6 because even Eric himself wants Kojo. I need my baby Kojo

He's arrogant. He's condescending. He's handsome. He's wealthy. He's blond. He's everything.

No heels and his hair colour feels a bit off to me, but overall?? Could have been worse

I have an announcement

Boyfriend is no longer my boyfriend

He’s been prompted to fiancé

He proposed in the middle of a road trip overlooking the beach and it was hilarious. He’s got Zero skills at being sneaky about things so I knew to get my nails done ahead of time. Also he was nervous AF.

So we walk along the beach bridge, I’m taking photos of the sunset, and from behind me he goes “Carter, stop walking now!”, and there he was with the ring.

He did manage to hide that it was my great-great Aunt Gusty’s engagement ring, which he got stones for and had all fancied up and resized.

Anyway. We can’t stop giggling like idiots.

whys my dad like this