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willipaul.bsky.social
haiku #1054

Rain blesses pine boughs
an eagle bears our friendship skyward
through green forest light.

#haiku #rain #eagle #forest #light
October 2, 2026 at 12:02 PM
hairyalexex.bsky.social
Jocktober day 2
Though I have different jocks prepared for other days so I can’t fit in with all of his list, I saw @nhcub81.bsky.social had chosen pattern jocks as his #Jocktober2026 theme for today and I’d taken some pics in this pair I like, just off the path (twice!), a couple of months ago.
Me in beard, glasses and cap, standing by a tree in the sunlight, shot from below, lifting up black T-shirt with pink TARDIS from my belly and pants down to reveal bare legs and DWNLOW jocks in a black and white swirling pattern holding my cock and balls Me in beard and glasses, standing by a different tree with big boughs spreading above me, shot from below, lifting up blue tank top from my belly and pants down to reveal bare legs and DWNLOW jocks in a black and white swirling pattern holding my cock and balls Me in beard and glasses, leaning forward onto a tree with big boughs spreading above me, shot from below, blue tank top on my back but pants down to reveal bare legs and DWNLOW jocks in a black and white swirling pattern framing my arse and holding my balls
October 2, 2026 at 11:37 AM
radiantcathode.bsky.social
morning everyone
find my golden boughs
October 2, 2026 at 10:14 AM
oldukprintadsxmas.bsky.social
Nov 1995: Christmas Products ad from Safeway

(+First Class Cards; Christmas Crackers; and Gift Wrap)

«Lightening the load»
Advertisement for Safeway selling Christmas items such as first class cards, Christmas crackers and gift wrap. The advertisement is in the style of a red Royal Mail postbox, and says, at Safeway, we have all you want for Christmas and with our special offers it really is the season to be jolly. Lightening the load Deck the halls with boughs of holly, by all means. But while you are at it, don't forget there are cards to be sent, gifts to wrap and crackers to be pulled. At Safeway, we have all you want for Christmas and with our special offers it really is the season to be jolly.
October 2, 2026 at 6:46 AM
vanduo.bsky.social
The Works+BG commission!
they found her! hope she's thirsty! 🫧
a woman lay prone in the middle of a misty forest, surrounded by short blue goo girls! they wiggle toward her, cuddling and admiring her until they reach her lips, where they each take turns force-feeding themselves into her. the woman is becoming immense, her belly swelling up massively toward the boughs framing the grove... and there seems to be no end to these nurturing little beasts!
October 1, 2026 at 11:15 PM
isaacgantwerkmayer.bsky.social
"How goes the commandment of the willows? There was a place below Jerusalem called 'Finding.' They would go down there and harvest boughs of willows, and come and stand them up by the sides of the altar, with their tops bent over the top of the altar. They would blow a long blast, a tremulous blast,
October 1, 2026 at 9:59 PM
tricksywizard.bsky.social
If we could throw our hat in the ring, ours is called Walk On, Weetrill: www.tricksywizard.com/weetrill/202... 💛🌲
Page 29 - 1 - The leaf-walled elevator rises and comes to a halt with a squeeky ‘skreeeek’ onomatopoeia. Weetrill is now in a bright, cheery room walled by the leaves of the forest canopy. 2 - Weetrill looks down in surprise as The elevator gate opens all on its own with a ‘kink’ onomatopoeia. 3 - Weetrill is holding the locket tightly to his chest and looks around uncertainly Weetrill: …Magpie? 4- A massive reveal shot of Magpie’s home in the top boughs of her tree. The room is wreathed in leaves and branches on all sides, with sunlight beams dappling in. Weetrill strides away from the elevator. There is a massive pile of trinkets and treasures to his left, most of them shiny. There is a pink floral human-proportioned teacup to his right, sitting on its side so that small creatures can sit on its lip like a hooded seat. In front of Weetrill is a massive, vacant bird’s nest, with a small ladder leading up to its lip. In the background there is a human-proportioned book at least 4 times Weetrill’s size, flipped open with some magical text on its pages, held open with a magenta bookmark. To the side, there is a tunnel through the branches leading to an unseen room. Magpie’s voice calls out from that direction, out of sight. Magpie Witchbird: Takest thou thy seat, Weekin. I shall join thee anon. Page 32 - 1 - Magpie Witchbird casts a dark shadow as she towers over the teacup seat with the tiny seashell mug pinched between her talons. She has twin branchlike antlers with a crystal hanging from the left antler. Her eyes are bright red. She wears a jeweled human ring as a circlet around her head. She has a massive gemstone on a chain around her neck. 2 - Weetrill’s sass evaporates as he peers up a the bird five times his size. He accepts the tea in both hands and stammers Weetrill: Well - I - yes. Thank you. H-hello, Magpie. Page 36: 1 - Weetrill holds the locket over his head to give the enormous Witchbird a closer look. Weetrill: I fell off a branch looking for breakfast and landed splat on top of it. 2- Weetrill’s face is barely visible behind the locket clutched in his arms Weetrill: Lucky I didn’t break my neck. 3 - Magpie lifts the locket by the chain with her beak Weetrill: But it’s a treasure bauble, isn’t it? 4 - Magpie sets the locket on the ground between them and eyes it with wicked scrutiny as Weetrill continues, Weetrill: What’ll you trade for it? 5 - Magpie’s large red eye is reflected in the locket’s gold metal Page 42: 1-2 - Weetrill, gobsmacked and pleading, sits in the teacup Weetrill: That’s impossible I– there must be some mistake! I’m too ordinary for a Destiny! 3 - Magpie summons a shape in starlight of Weetrill as a cub, curled up asleep, having been left at her doorstep Magpie: Ordinary? Thou dost jape! Thy life is wreathed in riddles! 4 - Magpie scrutinizes Weetrill closely Magpie: Mayhap thou hast seen such a shape before? Did once thou see its like in the time before thou didst come to our grove? 5 - Weetrill looks away, annoyed at the question Weetrill: You know I don’t remember anything 6 - Magpie’s talon turns his face up to meet her eyes Magpie: But try, young Weekin.
October 1, 2026 at 1:23 PM
poetrader.bsky.social
#poetry #blueskypoetry #nationalpoetryday
Incantation I'll weave you a wind spell that smells of the sea - Of salt grit and wave break left warp and weft be. I'll witch chant charm chanty of cloud scudding sound Fog mares tearing tales on rough cliffs run agound. I'll ghost people potions with powers that aren't there With presences sensed in the stillest of air. I'll sing up sea spirits like sirens to lure With moon silver song too star bright to endure. I'll dazzle dull eyes with what eyes have not heard: The marvellous curse of the magical word. The moon shines through a tangle of black tree boughs and branches.
October 1, 2026 at 10:30 AM
eereeeer.bsky.social
Παραλία, ένα δεντράκι αλλάζει τα φύλλα του ακουπώντας στο μπαστουνάκι του με μόνη συντροφιά λιγοστά περιστέρια,η άδεια καρέκλα του γύρισε την πλάτη στενοχωρημένη μόνη της και ένα κομμάτι σχισμένο χαρτόνι πάνω στην άμμο νέκρωσε.
Αχ! καλοκαιράκι μου🍂🍁
🍁🍂ΚΑΛΌ ΜΉΝΑ 🍁🍂

#myphoto #floisvosbeach
#Athens
The beach: a small tree in the sand with red and green branches, a few pigeons beneath it, an empty chair, and the corner of a small table under the sparse boughs of another seaside tree, with a piece of cardboard lying on the sand.
October 1, 2026 at 8:43 AM
mplandscapes.bsky.social
Broken boughs - Borrowdale
October 1, 2026 at 8:34 AM
simonee.bsky.social
The Log Lady talks to Laura Palmer, one hand gently on the girl's forehead. "When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out. The tender boughs of innocence burn first. And the wind rises. And then all goodness is in jeopardy."
October 1, 2026 at 5:04 AM
greatoldbot.mstdn.social.ap.brid.gy
And yet amid that tense, godless calm the high bare boughs of all the trees in the yard were moving.
October 1, 2026 at 4:17 AM
mbswolf.bsky.social
#EdwardGoreyMusic
#MusicChallenge

1 - Les Passementeries Horribles (“The Horrible Tassels")

🎨Edguy
💿Age Of The Joker (2011)
🌟Robin Hood
📹 youtu.be/4139k4S6q94

🎶Moonlight falling through the boughs
When horses crump afraid
The tassel sounds revealing
As we shiver and we shake🎶

🐺
1 - Les Passementeries Horribles (“The Horrible Tassels")
September 30, 2026 at 9:06 PM
starryknightpress.bsky.social
I'm excited to release a new book, "The Banshee of Taibhshí"!

In this adventure, the PCs will explore the ancient fortress tomb of the evil dark elf sorceress Nalwina Destrades, whose presence threatens the village of Taibhshí. #dnd #d&d #ttrpg #osr #osric

🔗 www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/5...
This image is of the cover of the Starry Knight Press book "THE BANSHEE OF TAIBHSHÍ", and shows a skeletal, ethereal female figure dressed in a tattered gown with wildly flowing long hair, on a murjy navy blue background. LINK: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/587115/sod15-the-banshee-of-taibhshi SYNOPSIS: Centuries ago, long before the local human kingdoms existed, a vicious magic battle took place under the boughs of the elven forest. The combatants were a cruel drow sorceress and her arch-rival, a surface elven archmage who was sworn to remove her pestilent presence from the elves’ primordial forest. While she fought with all her might, the drow sorceress Nalwina Destrades was outmatched and soundly defeated. Rather than slay her, however, the victor chose to seal her in her fort, burying her alive for all the long days of an elf’s existence. The anger, rage and shame she felt drove Nalwina mad, and when she eventually died, her twisted, vengeful spirit could not move on to the afterlife. She transformed into a vile undead banshee, and she has been wailing out her rage to this very day. Travelling near her lair, you have heard her cries, and you have chosen to explore her prison and to end her unnatural existence, if you can!
September 30, 2026 at 7:59 PM
dailysinclair.bsky.social
…Isn't that what it is?
You're bringing us along to use as sensors for the Boughs.
September 30, 2026 at 6:35 PM
mcavert.bsky.social
🍁 “Look at these maple branches. Don’t they give you a thrill…I’m going to decorate my room with them…I’m going to put these boughs in the old blue jug and set them on my table.”

ANNE OF GREEN GABLES by #lmmontgomery
🎨 Vera Dovgalevskaya
#anneofgreengables #october
September 30, 2026 at 3:45 PM
exlibrisnc.bsky.social
"Sonnet 73," by William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang...

poets.org/poem/time-ye...

#Poetry #Poems #Autumn #Love #Cropsey
September 30, 2026 at 11:05 AM
impiousgalilean.bsky.social
Gratis
a poem for September 29, 2026
Gratis a poem for September 29, 2026 Two white cabbage butterflies are dancing in the open field twirling around each other like binary stars in the spacious dark and paying me no attention as I walk beside them flittering in the grass. They need no other ballroom— who would dare to box them in? From there stalks of wild rye give way to pine rows that form a cloister, gothic arches where boughs touch hands, as sparrows pray the daily hours and green light filters down to kiss a carpet full of soft needles below, this patch of ground already hallowed without the building of a shrine. And all of this reminds me that in truth the only golden age any of us ever needed is the week that comes each October when locust leaves turn deep yellow and fall from branches into heaps like coins spilling from a treasure chest, priceless, because they are given for free.
September 30, 2026 at 1:13 AM
kasaioni.vanadiel.network
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjAf...
【FINAL FANTASY XI】Jeweled Boughs（ワジャーム樹林、バフラウ段丘）ループ無し
YouTube video by なりきりトレス FFXI 音楽集 Ch.
www.youtube.com
September 30, 2026 at 12:24 AM
strwpup.bsky.social
here's a little photoset i took getting emotional about right before stormblood lyseshtola. it goes along with my fic from yesterday's ffxivwrite and the first xivwomenweek sets!
September 29, 2026 at 7:41 PM
hermetic.com
*cough*

Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp —
Come, O come!

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hermetic.com
September 29, 2026 at 6:54 PM
spicynoodlez11.bsky.social
These fabulous big basaltic #rocks just off the coast are important nesting sites for sea birds. #CapeMeares #ORCoast #PacificOcean #PNW #RockinTuesday #TidesOutTuesday #ECK #NatureIsArt #GoOutside #Breathe #Notice #Don’tGiveUp
A large basaltic mini-island just off the coast of Cape Meares sits in the Pacific Ocean on the northern Oregon coast. It’s dark with seaweed and probably mussels along the water’s edge, and then streaked with gray, brownish green and white going up the sides. On the rugged, domed top, hundreds of sea birds like cormorants tend their nests. You can even hear their calls above the wind. Dark green Sitka spruce boughs poke out from the right and left sides of the picture from where I’m taking the shot on the mainland. The ambient light is cloudy.
September 29, 2026 at 6:12 PM
moonsheen.bsky.social
A hushed skitter of something racing through the boughs. I knew the rivers when they were springs, and the hills when they scraped the sky. I knew man when they lived in hovels, when they lived in castles, and then dust. But no, child, I knew no princesses.
cometkins.bsky.social Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · 2d
Share the last line you wrote! No context allowed. #WritingPrompt
September 29, 2026 at 5:33 PM
michaelcymro.bsky.social
Michaelmas Day 29th September.
Not found mention of Michaelmas or St Michael in his poems, but RS Thomas studied theology at St Michael’s College Llandaff, was later vicar of St Michael’s Manafon, then St Michael’s Eglwysfach. Also he died just 4 days before Michaelmas.
‘A Day in Autumn’ - #RSThomas
Text of poem - A Day in Autumn. It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees' shoulders, braiding the cuffs Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening In the lawn's mirror. Having looked up From the day's chores, pause a minute, Let the mind take its photograph Of the bright scene, something to wear Against the heart in the long cold. - RS Thomas
September 29, 2026 at 2:09 PM
rarecryptid.bsky.social
No, this is a fridge, which, with the addition of a human skull and a set of scales laden with florins and guilders, might remind the idle snacker that amid the shady boughs of Nature's bounty gleams Temptation like a baleful lure to bring all Men to their ultimate and eternal Ruin.
jamellebouie.net jamelle @jamellebouie.net · 3d
this is the fridge of a person who doesn’t prepare a single meal
scissors.myatproto.social Scissors @scissors.myatproto.social · 4d
a bagged salad rotting in my produce drawer while i tend to my refrigerator bonsai
September 28, 2026 at 8:04 PM