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alexmurison · 1 year
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Cradle Mountain, Tasmania
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bacchant-of-dionysus · 11 months
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It’s easy to forget what a sacred and beautiful part of the world I live in.
Some photos of the land I live on - Tommeginne Country, Lutruwita, the traditional land of the Palawa.
Always was, always will be ♥️
nayri nina-tu to the Palawa for caring for this beautiful land.
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vaelzz · 6 months
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Back when I was in my mirror flip edit stage in 2017 aha
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alexwise · 2 years
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Tasmanian Photography Locations
I’m often asked by photographers on where is best to photograph in Tasmania. This is a small list of photographic locations that I’d recommend checking out while in Tasmania. I’m aware that there is many locations missing from this list but that’s because I’m yet to photograph them so will update the list accordingly. Also most of these locations should suit most people as they’re quite…
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dobbsie81 · 5 days
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Eastern Quoll
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brain-squid · 1 year
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Found this little guy having a munch a while back and thought I’d share him
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irafuwas · 7 months
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how am i supposed to process the fact that lilia's UM lets him see the memories etched into physical objects and yet despite all the tons of stuff he has in his room the one thing he wanted to make sure he took with him was the bracelet silver made for him when he was little. how am i supposed to process that even though lilia's magic is gone and he can no longer peer into all the memories imbued into that bracelet he probably doesn't even need his UM to do so, because all those memories are already tucked away safely deep in his heart
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sitting-on-me-bum · 3 months
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Bennets wallaby (Macropus rufogriseus) resting among vegetation, Cradle Mountain National Park, Tasmania, Australia.
Photographer: Suzi Eszterhas
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Bennets wallaby (Macropus rufogriseus) joey aged seven months, looking out of mothers pouch, Cradle Mountain National Park, Tasmania, Australia.
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Bennets wallaby (Macropus rufogriseus) sitting among snow covered bushes, Mount Field National Park, Tasmania, Australia.
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belle--ofthebrawl · 7 months
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Belle i am thinking thots about minute man mountain getting switched on. Now that he is older, his refactory period is longer & so, if his partner is nowhere near done; despite their epic foreplay session (not that he would ever leave a partner hanging); they guess he will just have to bottom for them now instead.
Rumor has it, Rain does it all the time on purpose. Mountain hasn't caught on yet.
(No warnings but Rain is very lovingly mean.)
"Don't you dare," Rain hisses, digging his claws into Mountain's shoulders. Mountain makes a truly pathetic sound, gritting his teeth as his hips buck awkwardly. He's not even halfway inside yet and he's so close, the pain hardly registers. He thinks, desperately, if he draws back, gets his cock out of Rain's little hole, the reprieve will give him enough time to, to-
His balls ache even more as they draw up on the backstroke. Rain doesn't even look mad anymore when Mountain dares a glance at him. Just…exasperated. His claws unpick themselves from Mountain's skin, going to scratch at his scalp. He shivers at the feeling, cock bobbing under its own weight as it gives a kick.
"You can't help it, can you?" Rain murmurs, rubbing at the sensitive place where horn met skin. "My poor puppy. You just get so excited, huh?"
The word pulls a low groan out of him,  a noise only a beast would make and he ruts backs into Rain like one, so fast and firm that Rain's hands jump up to grab his horns as he's jolted across the bed. He slots his mouth across Rain's, tries to focus on the way he's moaning but everything's all too much, he's gonna, he's gotta-
He tries. Satan help him, he tries so hard to give Rain what he wants but it's too late. Been too late for a while. Mountain's whole body shakes when he tries to take himself out of that sweet warmth and when just the head remains in, Rain bears down on it and the feeling is so good he's cumming before he even realizes what's going on. He can't stop it.
"I'm, shit, Rain," he gasps, trying to slide in deeper so his cum will stay in Rain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're so good, I-"
Rain cuts him off with a  kiss that punches him right in the gut, wrings a few more sprays out of him. He bucks a few more inches in, tries to aim for that spot Rain likes so much but it's too late. It's over.
Rain pets down his flank as Mountain recovers, looking extremely patient as Mountain collapses beside him. Puts a hand carefully over Mountain's soft, wet cock and pets that too. 
Mountain shivers.
He thinks Rain will speak. Scold him, tell him what to do to make it better. But he just stares at Mountain with his beautiful, unreadable eyes and rubs a finger over the tip of his sensitive cock. Mountain cusses, lets his head fall back but doesn't try to get away. He knows better than that.
Finally, after an eternity spent watching Mountain shudder, Rain speaks.
"Ride me." He says. And it doesn't matter that Mountain's body still aches, that his legs will tremble to hold him up. That Rain will no doubt dig his claws into Mountain's hips until he leaves bruises, that Rain will target his sweet spot to see if he can make Mountain cum without getting hard.  Mountain disappointed him. He's going to make things right.
Rain deserves it.
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thewomancallednova · 7 months
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We were *so* close to seeing what Boimler's father looked like if he didn't have a face!
I really hope the Koala/Black Mountain resurrection stuff is not just for (funny) throw-away jokes, but actually comes back in some form.
I also really enjoy the more focused direction this season is taking so far. Seems like promoting those lil scamps injected some fresh creative energy into the show! (Although it wasn't exactly stale before ^^)
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cats-inthe-cradle · 1 year
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Did some writing and Idk if I'll finish this anytime soon but I was pretty happy with it so far so I thought I'd share
TW for the beginnings of / an almost panic/anxiety attack?? Idk I think it'd probably count as an anxiety attack
Also just general aquaphobia stuff from being a ghost
This is a scene for my Morro lives au, set directly after Master of the Mountain.
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Morro couldn't sleep. He came close—his sheer exhaustion saw to that—but every time he began to nod off he'd jerk back awake in a panic. The beds in Shintaro were exceedingly soft, the blankets were large and engulfing and the mattress sunk more and more the longer he laid on it. Half conscious and in the dark it was a little too similar to being swallowed up in a black expanse of watery nothingness.
Every time he jerked back to wakefulness his anxiety only increased, dread pooling in his gut and causing his every muscle to tense—which only served to awake all the aches and bruises acquired in the past few days. Everything in the room seemed to be shifting and moving but all he could hear was his own strained breaths and the distant trickle of water that he tried to remind himself was only from the streams in the gardens outside.
It didn't help much.
He was too jittery at this point to start to fall back asleep again, and he was nearing a full on panic attack the longer he laid there. So he forced his stiff and achy limbs to move and slipped out of the bed.
He swore he could still feel the water running off of him as he was pulled out of the pool in Rock Bottom.
He'd made so much progress overcoming his fear of water since getting his body back. He had little problem anymore drinking enough to stay hydrated, perhaps with the occasional reminder. And he could manage a full shower without panicking most days—he still didn't like it, but he could manage—and usually a partial shower or at least a scrub down with a wet rag on bad days. He'd even managed to venture into a shallow, makeshift hot tub with the other ninja a few times without having a complete meltdown. (The first few times it had been more the sheer heat than the water itself that had gotten to him. It had been a little too similar to the burning sensation he was used to water inflicting while he was still a ghost.)
But now it felt as though all that hard work had been undone. He didn't know how he'd react if he tried to drink something, or showered. Yeah, he didn't think he'd be showering again for a while, just the thought of it set him shivering and he rubbed his hands up and down his arms to remind himself that he was perfectly dry. He was fine.
He flinched a little too hard at a sudden wetness on his cheeks a minute later.
He was not fine.
On slightly shaky legs Morro hurried out of his assigned room and down the ridiculously big hall of the castle's guest wing. Within moments he was standing in the doorway to Cole's room, peeking around the door to stare at the lump on the bed that was the master of earth. He hesitated, uncertainty and doubt freezing him in place. Cole was, he'd been through  a lot the past few days, had to be exhausted, and would need all the rest he could get before they set out tomorrow. 
But Morro, he just, out of all the ninja and besides Sensai Wu, Cole was the only one who'd been there, at Rock Bottom and in the water. He'd get it, why Morro was upset. And besides that he understood Morro's fear, had experienced it himself first hand, even if briefly and not as drastically in comparison to Morro. 
Morro could easily slip back to his room, try again to fall asleep. Or just, find something else to do, maybe walk around the castle to clear his head. He didn't need to sleep right now, not really. They'd be on the bounty tomorrow and he could sleep then.
But Morro was tired and sore and the pressure behind his eyes was building into a headache and his skin was crawling and he just—he just wanted to be held. Even if he didn't sleep.
He pushed forward into the room with a small gust of wind, not bothering to keep his footsteps quiet, because if there were two things he could be it was annoying and clingy. And maybe it was easier to disturb Cole's sleep if he pretended it was just an average morning on The Bounty or at the Monastery and not the middle of the night immediately after defeating a big villain.
He managed not to chicken out, at the very least.
Cole was a heavy sleeper, but the last few days had left them all on edge, and with all the noise Morro made the master of earth began to stir as he reached the bed.
Cole had barely opened his eyes when Morro flopped onto the bed with another gust of wind, practically on top of Cole. In hindsight he probably should have been a bit less abrupt, because Cole stiffened and his breathing hitched and sped up and it was a few moments before he started to calm again.
"Morro?" he murmured, and Morro just burrowed closer with a grumble, refusing to feel guilty.
Cole huffed, and he probably meant for it to sound amused, but it came out more relieved and shaky. 
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alexmurison · 1 year
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Fluffliest Potato 
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autoneurotic · 8 months
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mother, forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
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thenoaidi · 1 year
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Cradle Mountain-Lake St Clair National Park by @powell.mark
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touhoutunes · 2 years
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Title: 奈落少女 (Hell Girl)
Arrangement: 天音
Vocals: つぅ
Album: BURNING DESIRE
Circle: K2E†Cradle
Original: Road of the Apotropaic God ~ Dark Road, Dark Side of Fate
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dobbsie81 · 11 days
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Echidna
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