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ruttotohtori · 4 months
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Olen ehdottomasti sitä mieltä, että aikuisten pitäisi
Omistaa ainakin yksi tarrakirja
Hankkia kivoja tarroja tarrakirjaan
Vaihdella tarroja kaverien kanssa
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janikainen · 28 days
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Ei mainoksia, kiitos! 💌 (No advertisements, thank you!) Happy shiba joined my calico cat in guarding your front door 😊 This can be found from my online store or in-person from upcoming events (Popcult Day is up next!) ♡ linktree
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dc-and-damirae · 1 year
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tara: you know damian gives raven flowers every day? I wish you'd do that too.
beast boy: um. . . ok?
-the next day-
beast boy: *gives raven flowers*
raven: ??????
beast boy: IDK man, I'm confused to.
damian, materializing from the shadows: LOGAN!! you have five seconds to explain why you are giving my GF flowers or I will end your miserable existence.
beast boy: [fear]
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berryesque · 2 years
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you'd think simppare is swedish for the word simp but it's actually swimsuit (finnish dialect)
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shadowwingtronix · 3 months
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Free Comic Inside> Swordquest: Fireworld
BW Media Spotlight's Free Comic Inside goes back to the world of the ambition Atari 2600 unfinished game contest with Swordquest: Fireworld
We return to the world of Swordquest. If you want to know the full history of this game I summarized it in my review of the first minicomic in this series, Earthworld, or I found this article covering the game and the prizes. The highlights are thus: Atari came up with a quartet of games for the Atari 2600 where the players could win actual prizes based on the treasures in the game. However, only…
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Hey guys 👋
Quick question, if I put Tarra (my main Worldbuilding project) out as an RPG setting when it's done, would y'all be interested in that?
It's a fantasy world with real but not super involved gods, a vaguely WWI type technology level, and quite a few playable sentient races including humans, orochs (orcs), beastfolk (like tabaxi but for any species of mammal), and a couple artificial races (Golems and Ancient Automatons). Colonialism and patriarchy mostly aren't a thing, but it's no utopia either.
You can read more about it in the novel I'm working on (once it's out) or here on the still under construction World Anvil wiki:
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itsmejenamie · 1 year
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Happy Birthday to my favorite Beast boy! Tarra and Beast boy forever💕 #cosplayfriends #cosplayers #cosplayfun #afterparty #tarraandbeastboy #teentitanscosplay #teentitans #casualteentitans #tarra #beastboy #dccomics #dccosplay (at Spa-Con) https://www.instagram.com/p/CodMA3QJI2T/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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hotmessvisuals · 2 years
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I have noticed that the Finnish post can be super slow. (Not sure why this surprises me) Still some stickers left, send me your address and get something to wait for! Free #stickers for people living in Finland 💖#hotmessvisuals #tarra #posti https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdc8cF4N9fF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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wellntruly · 5 months
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Oh I found a running collection of Columbo notes I had taken and forgotten on a couple evenings of low-dose edibles, which I think means we need to start a new post
Here is that:
This episode is titled 'Any Old Port In a Storm', which you might think, "okay," but how about: it's about a wine murderer
Los Angeles interiors in the 1970s were positively overrun with fiddle leaf figs.
Johnny Cash, who is here, has twice called Columbo "little buddy."
Favorite Columbo’s wife detail so far is when she woke up at 2am and wanted to watch a Bette Davis movie, and Columbo, by his own report, was just like, sure I guess we’re doing this now. “Wonderful actress.”
Proportion of cravat murderers is increasing.
Five Emmys for Peter Falk just for the bit where he talks about learning his high school sweetheart still has the bracelet he gave her, omg help
Columbo is on a cruise ship and also, and I cannot emphasize this enough, on Dramamine.
Gena Rowlands. Gena Rowlands. Well it’s the whole family.
Women on Columbo are always casually being like, then I took a sleeping pill. Girls were they just handing these out like mints fifty years ago?
I bought a fringed patio umbrella this summer to 70s my balcony, and let me tell you, are there so many fringed patio umbrellas on Columbo.
“I might have some other questions…. Eh I’ll just wander around.”
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spikeshairgel · 8 months
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Soooo, imagine: in "Becoming Part:2" when Buffy and Sike are taling to Joyce and instead the interaction goes something like this:
Spike: What, your mum doesn't know?
Joyce: Know what?
Buffy: That... I'm in a band! With spike here-
Spike: She plays the-
Buffy: -DRUMS! I play the drums.
Joyce: Well, that's nice what do you- *looks at Spike*
Spike: Well, I sing... ofcourse..*sideeyes Buffy*
Buffy: Yeah, right. You know *smiles AWKWARDLY at Joyce* you should totally come see our next performance- /shit/
Joyce: Sure, I'll be there! *suspicious lil mom look*
Spike: *looking at her like @-@ WHAT did you just say*
So now Buffy and Spike OBVIOUSLY have to put together a band, a performance AND this is definitely not just a setup for a btvs band au...
Buffy trying to figure out how th to play the drums CAREFULLY 'cause yk... SLAYER STRENG
Oz teaching Willow how to play guitar
Xander being useless and therefore playing two to tree notes on the base the whole time, somehow still catching the eye of a certain fan girl. Even tho she's a bit older than she looks
A weird, awkward silver haired girl showing up with an enchanted keyboard. Why is she constantly starring at Willow?
And ofc Buffy walking past Spike practicing in a dark, gloomy room with (definitely not just for the cliche) a piano, playing his own song about killing(?) the slayer. Someone gotta explain why it sounds like a love song
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thesnacken · 8 months
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Appointment
The follow-up piece about Tarra and Handler Miaride.
A heavily-bandaged bundle stirred in the corner, right on schedule. Lethe meandered over, stepping firmly enough to be audible and not much more. Kneeling over the heap she cooed, "Its time to wake, delicate thing. They've called for another interview. You know how important these are."
She tried to drip as much honey into her voice as she could. Making it face this kind of scrutiny felt cruel, naught more than a doll made flesh, but the unpleasantness was necessary.
"I know how you hate such things. I've got something new for you, its heavy and soft. You'll barely know where you are. When we return I'll treat you to something pleasant, alright?"
It didn't respond, but neither did it resist being hoisted upright. Lethe was stronger than her wiry frame would suggest, especially in the rosy-dim light of her quarters. She draped its arms over her, placing feather-light kisses along its neck and shoulder as she undid the tight wrappings about its torso. She stroked the reddened skin gently, massaging it back to a healthier-looking pallor. She hummed as she worked, shifting her all-but-lifeless charge in her lap. More bandages unfurled, freeing the supple skin about its hips and thighs. It shivered slightly, prompting its steward to cover the exposed skin with a heavy blanket.
"Steady, my dear thing, I've only just started," she whispered, "We'll bathe you soon, and dress you in such soft and pretty things. You'll be so convincing, there's nothing to fear." Lethe continued to coo and comfort, pressing her lips against its body as she worked. It was best to get its nerves awake now, before the bath. She wondered if the dear thing even recognized the work she put in. She had to believe so. It was such thorough work, she mused to herself, certainly it was appreciated even by a doll.
The last of the bandages about its body fell away, and the handler lifted her fingers to its face. It looked so peaceful, the thought of disturbing that peace was a pit in her stomach. She pressed her lips to the doll's as she pried off the wrappings on its face, giving it something else to think about. Its eyes remained firmly closed, unwilling to brave even the gentle ambience of the carefully curated room. Its breathing quickened, stirring properly now to a convincing semblance of life. Lethe hefted the doll in her arms, cradling it against her chest, resuming her gentle, hummed work song. Tarra had been a romantic, once, before all of this. Taken with poetry and ballads and wistful songs of far-off paradises. Lethe invoked them whenever one took her, hoping it soothed the pearl of that the once-vibrant Tarra had been. The dedication to that memory drove Lethe, unwavering, to her service.
Automated systems, ever-vigilant, drew a lukewarm bath, in which the pilot was delicately placed. Its handler worked meticulously with a gentle sponge, devoting to a quality of care she scarcely provided her own body. She lavished her precious charge with more soft kisses across its fingertips, knuckles, and wrists, then calves and ankles and soles in kind. Sweet and gentle soaps wafted their scents through the bathroom, lingering in its rich brown hair as it clung to its face and her fingers. The handler pressed her nose against its neck, indulging in the smell. It may have preferred porcelain, in a dream, but Lethe was glad it was still delicate skin.
After meticulously drying the vacant pilot, she dressed it in an outfit of delicate laces and silks and soft cottons worthy of the very heavens. Perhaps Tarra didn't care one way or another, but it was her doll, in the end. It would be breathtakingly gorgeous, for her appreciation if no one else's. A skirt of deep blue swayed as Lethe fussed about its chest, concealing satin ropes that squeezed the doll about its joints, mostly another indulgence. She traced the ropes across its seamless, flat chest and its delicate shoulders. She draped a delicate blouse over its arms, coiling the ropes about its elbows, then securing them to cover the interfacing sockets at its wrists. Lethe stole another kiss as she draped hip-length shawl over Tarra's shoulders, and fastened its wrists together with the last of the ropes. Fewer things to think about made what little it would need to do more achievable.
The handler gingerly braided the doll's hair, lovingly weaving in pins and ornaments it could never have accomplished on its own. Only one article remained, and she held it like it burned her. "May I see your eyes, my precious thing?" The words came out nearly like a whimper, how she hated to cover its face. Yet it complied, and Lethe's heart hitched in her chest as she stared into the golden irises of her friend, her charge, her most beloved posession. What an honor, it was, to be able to dress it to match what a beautiful bauble it was in her heart. She kissed it again, then once on each eye as she beckoned them closed again. Alleviated of her heavy heart, she wound a heavy shroud about its head, and it eased again. Lethe checked the clock, noting a few spare minutes for her restraint and industriousness. She drew her hands about the countertop, beckoning containers up from within the surface. She examined the containers, and selected a milky-white bar, breaking it in half. She bit down on the half meant for herself, then broke the remained into bite-sized pieces. As she managed the slowly-dissolving substance between her lips she held the fragments to her charge. It parted its lips as she pressed the food inside, hesitating to chew as it held to her thumb. "Oh you can't be tempting me like that," she sighed, "Business first." It took another piece, sighing in kind.
"Yes, I love you. We'll be done soon, my most precious thing."
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mrbopst · 4 days
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Today in Bopst Design/Promotion/Programming: 4/26/2017
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dc-and-damirae · 1 year
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dc characters as quotes from "bnha-more-like-bnh-gay" tumbler user's mental breakdown
damian: it’s fine, my mom just wants me dead I guess lol
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beast boy: I don’t need therapy, I have humor 😎
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impuls: it’s chill, we’re Gucci
*narrator voice* they were decidedly not chill or Gucci
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tim or jason after an anxiety atack: I’m just a ball of,,,,, bleh
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dick robin: in theory,, I am funny; but in practice? in practice, I am fucking hilarious
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jon constantine: 🎶crying myself to sleep and pretending I don’t exist. This is a myth, and time is just a metaphor🎶
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tim: aaaaaand time to write my feelings out in vent fanfiction. Yeehaw motherfuckers, it’s time to cry
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jason: my trauma really just pulled up in a Tesla and told me to ‘get in, you sack of shit’
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bruce: I swear to whatever, if I don’t finish this homework right now, I will vanish from existence. I’ll just,, poof. Bye bye, dad. No more bruce, just. Disappear, in my little, disappointment. hole
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cyborg: I want to edit my life
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beast boy on 5 hour energy: so, thanks to doctor who, we know that if you touch your past self, bad things happen. But we don’t know to what extent this is. If you touch something your past self has touched, will bad things happen because you touched the dead skin cells of your past self?
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green lantern(hal): I wish I was puppy living lavish lifestyle
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steph, for some reason?!: *messes up saying something* yup, good job, steph. Thank you, stephany, I try my best! And yet you’re still a failure. Hahah that’s not funny, that’s just mean 🥲
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flash: why do school work when you can just freak out over not doing school work and sit there having a panic attack? Ahahahahah, oh god, someone please kill me
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tim: I haven’t slept in so long, and it’s great because my brain is numb and the world is fuzzy. But I’m like, really smart, it doesn’t matter that I fell down the stairs today- it probably didn’t help that I haven’t eaten or drank anything for the last 19 hours, so I’m also really fucking stupid, but in a genius type way-
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tarra or supergirl: because I am a ✨material girl✨ I will blow my bank account on stuffed animals, as this is the only way I receive serotonin
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manhunter: I haven’t had a hug in years, and you know what? That’s okay. Normalize being touch starved. It’s okay, you depraved freak. There is nothing- there is very little… it’s okay to have things wrong with you. You’re not killing people, you’re fine.
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raven and jason: I love this book more than I love myself-which I will admit, is not hard-but still. That should count for something
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tim: I have not slept in 53 hours, and you know what? That’s okay. Normalize being unhinged. The dissociation bean juice (coffee) might only make me more tired, but it’s as bitter as my soul, and I feel alive and dead at the same time: the duality of man. How iconic of me
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super boy: I just spent three hours staring at a blank page because my writer’s block is stronger than All Might, but you know what? That’s okay. Because I have memes to carry me through the day. When in doubt, meme it out
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spilladabalia · 2 months
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Gustaf - Here Hair / Hard Hair
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oifaaa · 1 year
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you enjoy rewatching young justice? sicko; season 3 keeps killing off Halo and you watch it even MORE THAN ONCE?
Okay so I'm gonna show my ignorance here for a second and admit I never saw the problem with halo dying multiple times (but like I said I'm quiet ignorant on this matter so if someone wants to explain in proper detail please do bc the only extent of it I've personally seen is that halo dying a lot is bad but with no explanation) but yeah back to halo dying I think I was just expecting them to die multiple times so I wasn't shocked it's kinda like checkovs gun in a way if you have a immortal character chances are they're going to die to show they can't die and to show how flippant they are with their own life
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