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bellymonstersblog · 1 year

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he was struggling to pull the shirt back over his swollen, hairy ball-gut after dinner… he ate so much he turned his t-shirt into a crop top🫃🏻

🍽️before and after Olive Garden photos on the grom🖇️

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angrybatgaming · 1 year

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More Minecraft Shenanigans

I... cheated and used Creative Mode to get bees, bee-cause the planting a tree next to a flower trick wasn't working. I am now the proud owner of one beehive and two beeboxes. The bees are so cute, though! (Also accidentally killed an entire hive when I tried turning on monsters and got sting while fighting skeletons...)

The birbs now sit on a pink carpet and await my return. Also I figured out how to use name tags.

*cackles to self*

Earlier shot, but I killed a llama merchant (as my sibling and I took to calling him) because he caused one of my llamas to run out of the pen when I opened the gate. So I had one of his llamas for a short amount of time.

Annnnd I got a horse, and grew a mangrove tree from a sapling (or whatever it's called) that I bought from a merchant. So my Minecraft run has been pretty productive.

#screenshots #Minecraft #PS4 #birbs #Gromm #llamas #llama #Minecraft merchant #Minecraft bee #Minecraft bees #yes I named a bird Nanba #ask me to choose between Majima and Nanba and Nanba will win #the dark blue bird is named Rio #after the movie #suggested by my sibling

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uwmspeccoll · 1 year

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A Crow-Attack Winter’s Feathursday

On this last #Feathursday of 2022 we present a scene of winter conflict with American Crows (Corvus brachyrhynchos) mobbing a predator Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus) from the 1963 book Birds of Wisconsin by the Wisconsin nature artist Owen J. Gromme (1896-1991), published for the Milwaukee Public Museum, where Gromme was curator of birds and mammals, by the University of Wisconsin Press. The original painting is oil on canvas from 1956 and measures 24″ by 30″. Gromme writes:

The familiar feud between owls and crows is portrayed in this study of a Great Horned Owl and it assailants. Powerful and well armed though it may be, many a battered and befuddled owl has been temporarily bested by these persistent tormentors, until nightfall reverses the advantage.

He goes on to state that hunters often take advantage of this natural enmity and use owl decoys to lure crows to their death. Gromme states: “Sometimes hundreds of crows are shot in a few hours by the use of such a decoy.”

Why anyone would want to slaughter hundreds of these majestic animals is beyond our comprehension. Appalling!!

Read more about Gromme and his book.

View more posts from Gromme’s Birds of Wisconsin.

View more Feathursday posts.

#Feathursday #American Crow #Great Horned Owl #mobbing #Owen J. Gromme #Birds of Wisconsin #Milwaukee Public Museum #University of Wisconsin Press #bird artists #bird art #nature art #nature paintings #birds #birbs!

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jis1gfgcwu9 · 1 year

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missfox0224 · 30 days

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the bridge and the ugly gromm (in my style!)

#my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #Idk

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uesp · 2 years

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"Baenlin... Oh Baenlin... I loved ya, old man. I loved ya... But I couldn't protect ya... Oh Baenlin! Waaaahhhhh! [sobbing]"

--Gromm after the death of Baenlin.

#UESP #Lore #The Elder Scrolls #Oblivion #Dark Brotherhood

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 1 year

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Cherub

https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true

https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing

They were too late.

The massive series of warp rings broke apart in a rapid series of silent explosions, blue light flaring through the darkness one last time before going dun, fizzing out like a burst light bulb. Debris scattered on the all three axis of the third dimension, left right, up down, forward and back.

The Empyrean’s shields flared with golden light but did not break.

What was a little debris after the full heat of a blazing star.

Still, the Empyrean may have been fine, but that was about the only good news.

Below them, and a little to the left, the Andromeda trading hub, a once massive rotating space station, broke apart into thousands of chunks, big and little, like a crushed potato chip. Even from here the warning lights flaring inside the space station could be seen pulsating red. Many of the station’s interior doors had been locked tight, sealing off the sections that were still intact.

But plenty more pieces were compromised beyond repair.

Bodies mingled with debris around the station.

And what seemed to be a thousand void ships stratified their shields, many of them too small and too fast for the Empyrean to get a proper lock on. Several dozen smaller turrets fired from the sides base and peak of her hull intermittently shattering the smaller ships into brief explosions of fire, quickly snuffed by the surrounding vacuum.

But still The empyrean struggled to fight all of them, and in any case it could only contend with a few dozen of the smaller ships while others continued to reap destruction upon what remained of the trading station, falling slowly apart under the continual barrage of ordinance.

This violent tableau painted itself across the night in complete silence in contrast to the loud colors and powerful flashes of light.

The empyrean was holding up, but she was still only one ship and could do little against the swarm, breaking and whirling around her hull like a school of fish part around the sleek body of a shark. Sure a few of them went down, but the vast majority remained.

Other ships were on the way, but it was already too late for the station, and every second another surviving bit of the space hub was torn open or blown apart, scattering innocent bodies into the vacuum.

Some would likely die there suspended in nothingness.

There was only one option.

Deploy their own squadrons with their best pilot at the head.

Ramirez broke right with the empyrean, and Adam broke left from the open hanger, ship cutting through a brief opening in the empyrean’s shields as he passed into the night. Inside his helmet, his HUD lit up sharply displaying vector lines, and highlighting his enemies in red.

The Fealty combat system was eager to begin briefly appearing on screen as a small animated dog before vanishing.

They had work to do.

The old Darkfire hummed pleasantly under Adam’s hands, the joystick familiar beneath his fingers. Overhead, the 360 canopy gave him a unique view of the carnage being sewed around him. His mirrored visor kept out the worst of the light, shed from explosions. Cool air was continually fed up into the space inside his helmet, supplying him with a steady stream of oxygen while the cooling air helped him to avoid airsickness, a problem which he had never really had issue with.

He flicked the joystick, and his aircraft rolled sharply right, two times before he restabilized, the rapid spin brought him out of the line of fire. From there he rotated and dropped rapidly, locking onto his attacker, and blowing them out of the sky in quick succession.

In the long standing military tradition of earth since WWI, Adam had become a Flying Ace after five confirmed kills on enemy combatants during a dogfight. That status had been gained over the Gromm homeworld some time ago, and since then he could have become an ace several times over. In Adam’s own opinion that fact said nothing about the flying abilities of the men and women who came before him in Earth’s military history, but the simple fact that there was a higher emphasis on aerial combat these days, and more people to shoot.

These days the threshold in difficulty for becoming an ace hovered somewhere around the 50 kill mark. Even with all the opportunity to join aerial combat, rarely did anyone have the opportunity to make fifty confirmed aerial takedowns. Human militaries the GA over had coined the term

Superace.

Only a few men and women had since gained that title.

Adam oriented the darkfire vertical to his previous line of flight, and then rotated the back burners in the direction he had originally been flying.

When he fired up the burners, his ship shot backwards in the opposite direction, passing under his pursuer by a mere few feet. As he passed, he deployed a rapid burst of hornet missiles, which swarmed the other ship and tore it apart.

From there he rolled left and dived down as his own ship began. Someone had lock on him, and he wasn’t going to wait for them to use it.

He corkscrewed into a sharp dive, up or down or sideways it didn’t matter before pulling up sharply. The enemy combatant followed him with only relative difficulty.

This one had more talent than the others.

Orgave void light flared from its engines.

Adam rolled right and then arced in a large sweeping parabola down and to his left, passing under his pursuer. It was a good manuver, and it kept him out of weapons lock, but it also didn’t put him into a good attack position either. The other pilot seemed to be well aware of that fact, and their two ships were swept into a violent dance around what remained of the shattered space station.

A burst of orange energy shot over Adam’s right wing, singing the paint black.

Damn this one was good,

The pilot was probably human, no other way they would have the reflex to go toe to toe with Adam like this.

It was an interesting sensation. Adam had never fought another human before, and the experience was wholly unpleasant.

He tired to shake his pursuer, pulled out every trick in his proverbial book, but at the very last second whoever they were always seemed to manage to pull out before catastrophe.

Adam was the better pilot, but not by much.

Below him, the broken station took reprieve in their sudden bout of violence, untouched for the moment. They hadn’t intended to come here, had intended to go meet Kazna at the place where the stars matched Naktan’s vision, but all of that had gone to hell in a hand basket when the GA declared war on Arcadia.

The GA which was now run by the void under control of none other than the dark general Kazna herself.

The attacks had happened all at once, all at once all over the two galaxies as Adam and his crew had prepared for their final push to the finish. As the Arcadian star, Bob, fell under fire, so too did their allies.

An entire armada of previously unseen black void warships had appeared at Celex borders, The Jovian System Europa Colonies (JSEC) had gone under siege at almost the same time and several of eighty moons had been destroyed along with a thousand or more people who made the moons of jupiter their home. None of the Galilean moons had been destroyed but Amalthea had easily been the largest casualty . Europa had been locked down to secure the Hydroplants, while its military had mobilized from Ganymede’s surface.

Meanwhile an advance force had locked down Anin, unable to make it past the Drev field Nexus that guarded the planet, but effectively cutting them off from the rest of their allies.

So far, the interior of the Solar System had remained untouched.

Noctopolis had been taken rapidly, and the Terasaki homeworld was following close after.

Their entire alliance was at war.

Adam rolled onto his back rapidly considering his opinions. Briefly he considered trying to lose his pursuer among the debris, outfly him, but he worried what would happen if the other ship crashed into one of the surviving station pods.

He couldn’t risk it.

The other ship dropped low and pulled back, trying to lock onto him again, but Adam pulled into a sharp backward loop.

The other pilot saw hat he was doing and rotated his ship in place trying to keep Adam within his sights.

That not working, Adam began a slow spiral inwards and sped up.

Angular momentum.

If he wanted to keep it up he was going to have to spin in a tighter circle than Adam with higher G forces.

The other pilot gave up and broke out of the spin, but by that time Adam was behind him Another set of ships cut past, a void ship chasing one of the Empyrean’s own ships.

It was a Maker design, part of what had been included in the Empyrean’s equipment, its hull pearly white, its engines alive with golden energy. It made Adam’s old darkfire look like a scrap heap, but the pilot didn’t have nearly as much experience as Adam, or its pursuer.

Whoever was flying that ship wasn’t going to last long.

Adam had an idea.

Fealty tagged the friendly ship.

Callsign: Copycat

Adam cut to the side as her pursuer came back around intentionally allowing the other pilot to hook onto this tail as he keyed his mike, “Come in Copycat,”

“Cherub!”

Wow, he hadn’t heard that name in a long time.

You don’t give yourself a callsign, it's simply bad form. That name had been given to him back at the academy shortly after his first flight, Kimball had read his review from then Captain Palmer who said, “A man with a baby face who can fly like an angel.” Hence Cherub.

Adam didn’t keep his baby face for long, but the name stuck.

He hadn’t used it much since.

“Follow my lead copycat, and I’ll get you out of this.” he didn’t usually like to make promises, but this one he knew he could cash.

“Copy Cherub.”

Copycat was just holding on, but she managed to follow his orders circling in a wide arc upwards.

Adam had to time this just right or they were screwed.

He cut upwards as well, angling down sharply going fast.

Copycat was reaching the top of her arc.

“Turn down in three, two.”

“He’s Got lock on me!” She shouted.

“HOLD.” Adam snarled into his mic

She quivered in the air but did as told

Adam shot under her at high speeds just as she began plunging dowards. Her nose missed his tail by feet. Their pursuers were not so lucky, vanishing together in very brief fireball as they collided, shattering apart mid air as they both broke rolling to the sides to avoid flying bits of metal.

“Air fleet, this is the Empyrean, hostile forces are breaking, moving to surround the station.”

Ramirez’s voice crackled a bit over the comm but Adam moved to do as told, flying wingtip to wingtip with copycat joined shortly by Sidestep and Kermit.” as they moved to the station, rotating around what remained of one of their central trade hubs.

Adam’s heart sank a bit as he looked on at the carnage. A lot of people died here today.

But not only that.

The void was cutting off the trade supply.

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ericacrochets · 2 years

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Pride Flag Hearts by Grace Grommes

Free Crochet Pattern Here (May need to make an account)

#free #free pattern #crochet #crochet pattern #amigurumi

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uyuforu · 5 months

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Hi uyu

Gromm astroid in 4 house in capricorn sing give egoistic spouse i read it on internet ? Correct me if i am wrong ? Just curious it all stuff new for me 🥶

Sorry english is not my native language

Thank you 😊

Could be someone who thinks of dominating the house, someone who wants to be in charge, be the father and leader of his family. He could be very into working hard in order to provide for his family. I don't see this as very egoistic because it literally means working hard and bringing money for his family. He wants to leave an important legacy for his family. Also could mean the sense of family is very important to him, he will def want children and get married. I don't see this aspect to be selfish since he provides for family. But he could be caught up in work often and forget to spend time with his family. This is maybe why people can see it as egoistical.

- uyu

#uyuans

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gewoonkarin · 6 months

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Morgen is het alweer vijf jaar geleden dat je ons verliet. Alleen de laatste adem uitgeblazen. Dat is het enige waar ik nog moeite mee heb. Dat wij er niet bij waren. Je was inmiddels al wel gewend aan veel alleen maar het liefst niet alleen. Daarom blijft dat hangen denk ik. Het idee dat ik iets met mijn voorgevoel had moeten doen.

Verder is het goed zo want weer samen met ons ma. Je was het liefst bij haar in de buurt. Dat was te merken als ze weg was voor een vergadering of andere afspraak. Wachten tot ze weer thuis kwam. Napraten. Bezorgd als het laat werd. De mobieltjes kwamen later pas.

Vijf jaar alweer. Ik stond vanochtend bij jullie tuintje, even opruimen. Bijna wekelijks kom ik daar. Het gevoel dat ik grommes zou krijgen als de tuin een bende is heb ik niet meer, ik ga erheen om even bij jullie te zijn. Het verzakte kunstwerk hadden mijn lief en ik alweer recht gezet en daarom zit het er nu weer uit zoals het hoort. Iets meer grond zichtbaar zou ons pa meer waarderen maar ons ma dan weer niet. Gulden middenweg, je ziet wat grond. Vooral eromheen.

Ik kan ze nog steeds missen, die twee. Gewoon om even te vertellen over onze liefjes, over de dagelijkse dingen. Niet groots en meeslepend maar juist het kleine. Dingen die me raken, zorgen uitspreken. Koetjes en kalfjes. Mauwen over dieje van d’n dieje.

Van het Waspikse krijg ik weinig meer mee. Niet dat dat erg is maar het hoorde bij ons thuis. Soort heimwee denk ik.

Heimwee naar even kind zijn.

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ascel-vibes · 1 year

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wallish and gromm... it

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uwmspeccoll · 1 year

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A Pileated Feathursday

If you spend an amount of time in Wisconsin’s Northwoods or Driftless Area, you are bound to spot one of these giant beauties whacking away at a tree. The Pileated Woodpecker is the largest woodpecker in North America at about 16 to 19 inches, with a wingspan that can be almost 30 inches across. While most other woodpeckers make a rapid tapping sound when at work, these brawny lumberjacks, with their bright-red Mohawks and their mighty beaks, make a slower, deeply resonant drumming that sounds like an avian construction site. While carving out nests in dead trees, Pileateds have been known to break small trees in half!

This image is from a painting by Wisconsin ornithologist, conservationist, and nature artist Owen J. Gromme (1896-1991) reproduced in his outstanding 1963 book Birds of Wisconsin published for the Milwaukee Public Museum, where Gromme was curator of birds and mammals, by the University of Wisconsin Press. Our staff get a little chuckle from this painting because it looks like one woodpecker is trying to explain something to the other who is listening in rapt attention.