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Botox fish hhhhh
please stop saying nice things about me i am too fragile for this
Uh, hey guys? There are... other places to fish...
I impulsively cut my hair and now I’m dressed like a vampire
Please ignore the everything about these pictures
some fish from today
Some of my favorite photos that I took in RDR2 🌄🐎🏞
finding out other ppl also dig themselves a little Albert Mason/Arthur Morgan and there are actually fics like
actually no, why do I want to experience fishing and owning a little boat, relaxing in the sun for hours growing a fisherman’s beard
I sat at the docks and cast my line out, waiting for a bite. Sunset was always the best time to go out to and catch stars. Just when they were waking up and rising to the surface of the inky black sky. If I was lucky, I could catch the first star in the sky. It earned you a wish as was said in children's stories, and although that may not be true, I still made a little wish holding the star in my hand. Alas, today did not seem to be my day. Another sat upon a dock a little ways away from mine and reeled in a star. He set it aside in a glass jar, a lamp jar if I wasn't mistaken. The star sputtered around in it's glass case panicking as most stars do when caught. The lamp lighter, regarded the star for a moment. I worried he was one of the newer ones. That he was seeking to set the lamp permanently. To pin down the star's many wings into it's place at the centre of the jar and sell it to one of the many rising towers. To set it in behind coloured glass to light up a picture of some savory food, or a pretty women who probably did not want to be used as advertisement. To my awe, I watched the man lean towards the little jar and begin to sing. He cooed a common lullaby sung by mothers to their children, and he sang as if the star was his own child. The star settled in it's enclosure like a baby finally falling asleep. He seemed to notice I was staring as he turned to me. In the dark of the night I could not see his face, but I felt his stare.
"Nice to have you back." he finally said after awhile.
"Me?" I raised my hands in denial. I was no lamp lighter, I only did this as a hobby. I told him as much, but the statement made him laugh, teeth flashing white in the light of his lamp.
"Don't be so humble. My family loves to watch your little shows in the night sky."
I flushed and attempted to say something cool or interesting, but at every attempt my mouth opened only for nothing to come out. Eventually I managed a pathetic, "really?" At this rate I'm going to have to find a new dock. I couldn’t come up with anything else to say and returned my attention to the sky before me watching as the colours darkened. With the setting sun, and trying to ignore the awkward silences. Despite myself, I cast a glance to my companion hoping he was no longer staring at me, to my relief, he was looking lovingly at the first star. Perhaps he was about to make a wish. I turned away, giving him privacy for such a special thing, and tried to distract myself by thinking of a different dock I could go to.
"You know, I never believed in the whole wish upon a first star idea." That roused me from my thoughts. Again I found myself flush with embarrassment. He probably thought it was childish thing to do unaware that I myself performed the act complete with a softly chanted, "Star light, star bright, first star I've seen tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."
Despite my embarrassment, I managed to mutter a simple, "oh."
"Actually as a kid, I always wished on," he gestured to me trailing off. "Everyone does it now. They're viewed as even more precious than the first star."
I should have been flattered, flushed with embarrassment for another reason again. Maybe that would have been the right response. Instead I felt really confused. I asked, "Why wish on my work? I would have thought it'd be viewed as a tragedy. A beautiful tragedy for those who didn’t understand." I felt a tug on my line. With practiced ease, I reeled it in, and hauled up the little star into my hands. I cradled it there, warm in my hands for a few more moments watching the swirling colours of gold and yellow as the man spoke up. This time I didn't lift my head to regard him, but simply listened instead.
"Are you kidding me? We may have called them falling stars, but most people know it’s just the star being released back into the sky. Heck, even my five year old knows. I just don't know how you make them soar like that. When I release a star into the sky, it simply floats back into it's place." I chuckled shaking my head. He wanted to know how. It would be unfair to my sister if I told him the answers so instead I stood up on the dock noting how the fluffy surface swayed beneath me.
"Excuse me." I mumbled to the man, still refusing to look at him. Instead, I leaned down, whispering to the star in a tongue not known by humans.
Even if I told him, he still would not be able to perform it, but telling him a simple, "please," was all it took would ruin my sister's beloved mystery, so I kept my mouth shut, and held the star out before me. It sparked and sputtered to life, bright light so strong it blew my hair back as if I was struck by a breeze. The star leapt from my fingertips and fluttered along sailing down below me and leaving a brilliant white streak across the night sky. I could see the man watch in awe from the corner of my eye, and I wanted to pose, to beam proudly at my work, but as I always did, I simply sat back down on the dock, picked up my line and awaited another bite.
The man waited a while longer. Perhaps he was still staring at me, or where the star had sailed in awe. Perhaps he had returned to managing his line. Whatever it was a few more moments passed in peaceful silence before he packed up, taking his one little star and cleaning up his line.
"Thank you for showing that to me. I wasn't able to get many stars, but I saw that at least."
I watched in silent understanding as he descended his ladder back towards the ground much like my stars into the sky. I didn't even manage to utter a "you're welcome," or, "it was no problem" before the ladder disappeared from the docks.
Tomorrow, perhaps I'll see another human. Until then—
My line dipped once more, I reeled it in and pulled the flickering star into my hands. Again, I softly whispered my request, and sent it flying, hoping that the man could see the "falling star" from where he was.
—until then, I’ll just keep catching stars.
Me: “Honestly, it’s a mystery why I’m single.”
- Bakugo crop top and All Might sweatpants
- 90% of my meals are rice
- Anime addiction
- First picture on dating apps is me being a chopstick walrus
- Always dancing to the elevator music in my head
- My playlists go from Metal to Irish Folk to Pop so fast it’ll give you whiplash
🎉Happy 18th birthday, Mu!🎉
Urban angling. Leichhardt.
Managed to catch a Needlefish by hand! Tore up my hand a bit from the super sharp teeth but it was so worth it. Look how shiny this beautiful fish is! 🐟✨
Went fishing today - caught 1 fish 👍🏽🎣