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kyriii · 4 months
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Some Kyrii shopkeepers from neopets.com
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polaroidkinz · 9 months
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girl why
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theuniversalem · 1 year
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leapfrog™ leapster™ learning with leap game my beloved
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notdreamingthistime · 2 years
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rrepentancee · 2 years
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summer time :)
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arabaoyunlari60 · 2 years
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Top 17 iPod memories that we all have (yes it still existed)
Top 17 iPod memories that we all have (yes it still existed)
It’s the end of an era: Apple announced the end of the iPod after 20 years of existence. The mp3 player we all had, available in many different models, will no longer exist. Well, it’s far from being a tragedy since everyone listens to their music on their phone via Spotify, Deezer and company, but it still makes us feel a little heartbroken. It’s because we’ve experienced things with iPods. Very…
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nouh123 · 2 years
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Top 17 iPod memories that we all have (yes it still existed)
Top 17 iPod memories that we all have (yes it still existed)
It’s the end of an era: Apple announced the end of the iPod after 20 years of existence. The mp3 player we all had, available in many different models, will no longer exist. Well, it’s far from being a tragedy since everyone listens to their music on their phone via Spotify, Deezer and company, but it still makes us feel a little heartbroken. It’s because we’ve experienced things with iPods. Very…
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plaguerat00 · 6 months
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⚠️BEWARE OF FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️
(And me having like twenty aneurysms over it)
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WHERE DO I BEGIN?????
I fucking loved it! I fucking loved it and am so glad I wasn't disappointed!!!!!
Josh Hutcherson was GREAT. MATTHEW LILLARD WAS AMAZING even though he didn't get a whole lot of screen time, it makes sense why, he really sold it at the end though.
I loved being able to have a full on nostalgia trip it was great.
I've heard some people were disappointed with the lack of gore and I mean sure it's tamed down but at the same time a bitch gets severed in two by Freddy's chompers and another mother fucker gets his face mutilated by the Cupcake. You can also literally hear Afton's insides being torn apart, so for a pg13 movie I think they did QUITE well.
"Isn't breakfast the most important meal?
Well yeah, but THAT'S JUST A THEORY!!!" (Cue the screams.)
And now for a little more seriousness in my praise for how they portrayed Afton's character as a fucked up serial killer.
Yes they didn't make him an anime twink, he's unassuming and looks like the good ol' eighties dad.
But how he acts when he finds out who Mike is what I like the most. His voice wavers on the name, he gets a bit stuttery and nervous, if I remember right he can barely look Mike in the eye. He gave him the job too, which I might not be looking at it right but he seems to be giving it to him not to get him killed at first but to maybe help him out??? He's almost remorseful for a moment it seems, being in the same room as the person whose brother he kidnapped and murdered, whose life he's no doubt destroyed. He's not a stone cold killer, he's insane and a coward 👍
And also Vanessa being his daughter/regretful accomplice? I love that a lot more than her being possessed/ under Afton's influence. He totally forced her to help him cover up the kid murders and maybe even make her help him do the murdering. >.>
Also loved being able to see the movie with my friend and fellow Fnaf lovers who did the "Hor hor ho hor hor" Freddy laugh every 10 minutes 😌
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hattoriscap · 4 months
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when will 🌈🌈🌈TASTE OUR RAINBOWS🌈🌈🌈get one million watches
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eilinelsghost · 1 year
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An excerpt from Grief in All Her Guises
Part 2 of the Atandil Series
Finrod laughed and lay back in the grass. “Ela!” he breathed as he looked up at the night sky and beckoned for Balan to join him. “Do you see him there?” he drew a pattern in the stars above them as Balan moved to lie beside him. “Menelmacar, the Swordsman of the Sky.”
“No, where are you pointing?”
“There.” He shifted so his line of sight was closer to Balan’s. “There are three stars a hand’s width over the tree-line, brighter than their sisters about them. Do you see?”
“I believe so.” Balan tried to focus as his mind still worked to grasp what he had experienced.
“Those are his belt. Now follow the furthest upwards and you’ll find his blade raised in charge.”
“Yes, I see it.”
“Then cross here and the curve of his shield wards the skies.”
“Mendelcar?”
“Menelmacar,” he corrected, “heaven’s warrior.” The finger moved further along the sky, itself luminous where it caught the moonlight, and Balan felt again the unsettling presence of a second thought within his own as the image of a dim huddle of stars rose ahead of the finger’s path to illumine what Finrod outlined. “This is Itseloktë.”
“Itselot—Itseloktë.” He turned the word over on his tongue and added it to the list of recitations. “Itseloktë. What does it mean?”
“It…how would you say it in your tongue…insects, perhaps? Gnats? Nay, flies would be nearer, I deem. The fly cluster.” He glanced over at Balan with a grin as the adan snorted despite himself. “Our Sindarin kin name it better. Remmirath they call it, the Netted Stars: a mesh of those jewels that alone are fit to crown the head of Tintallë.”
Balan recalled waking beside the embers and seeing the visions flowing out from Nóm’s song: among them was a woman measurelessly tall, strong beyond reckoning, wrapped in a mantle of twilit blue that reached beyond the horizon, that was the horizon. Light spilled out from her and he closed his eyes against the brilliance of the memory.
“Varda Elentári, our Lady of Light, who wove the stars into their celestial dance and set their steps in a sign of doom. Anarríma, Soronúmë, Telumendil, Wilwarin…”
“Butterfly.” Balan reflexively named the translation under his breath and Finrod laughed.
“Yes, the evening’s butterfly.” He pointed to a distant stretch of sky. “There he flits above the mountains: a wing here, another just there.”
“I see it.” Balan raised his hand toward the patterned stars and his finger rested lightly against the other’s. He lingered as long as he dared, then shifted their hands together toward the north. “And what of this one?” he asked as he dropped his arm back onto the grass. “Have you a name for it?”
“We do.”
“I’ve been drawn to it as long as I can remember, ever since I was a boy,” Balan continued as the other did not elaborate. “Some nights when I can’t sleep I’ll sit outside and follow it through the sky. It steadies me, I know not how.”
“It is the Valacirca,” Finrod said after a long silence, his voice quiet, “the Sickle of the Valar. It was set there in the heavens ere your people or mine awakened, as a sign of that truth which we hold in estel: it is Light that shall endure, not Darkness.” He turned his face toward the other and studied Balan’s profile outlined against the tangle of stars. “And I confess, my friend, it gladdens my heart to find this is shared between us as well: many of those nights when you watched its path, we would have kept vigil together. Ever have I looked to those same stars in times of despair to recall that all works of the Dark are for naught. That they will, as was said at the first Music, be but an instrument of things yet more wonderful than those it sought to destroy.”
“And that comforts you?”
“It does—to know we are creatures of the One who is Goodness, and from whose works must ultimately come joy, if not happiness. Lost on the ice before the sun’s first rising, when I came nearest to forsaking hope, even then I looked up through the bitter cold and behold! I saw the Seven Stars rise triumphant in the north, crowning the work of Eru to which Morgoth Bauglir shall never lay full claim, and over which he shall never triumph. In that hour I knew, as I answer you now,” he returned his finger briefly to Balan’s forehead in reminder of the question he addressed, “we are not abandoned.”
Read the full work on AO3
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kyriii · 4 months
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princemick · 1 year
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god I really hate the royal family but kingsday might actually be kinda worth it
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garfieldwindowcling · 2 years
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https://www.reddit.com/r/80s/comments/wuv50o/best_80s_receipt_ever_id_take_all_those_games/
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transmalewife · 1 year
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the 90s constitute this strange hole in the sum of human knowledge where the internet wasn't yet as much of a thing so it's nigh impossible to find information about artists, bars, galleries, queer culture, scans of newspapers and zines etc from back then online, and at the same time it's recent enough to not really be considered history just yet, so there aren't as many efforts to archive the analogue remnants, papers, photos and first hand accounts of that time as say with the 80's and 70's. If you add to that digital decay of the early digital photography and websites that existed back then, and this prevalent current assumption that everything is already online forever so there's no need to preserve it i wonder if future historians will find it that much harder to learn about that era compared to surrounding decades, especially since everything was changing very fast and many technologies lived and died within that short time.
We're already sort of seeing that with the nostalgia cycle skipping straight from the stranger things guardians of the galaxy pose glow etc 80's obsession of the late 2010's to the y2k craze of today, from cassete tapes to cd's without touching floppy discs, skipping an entire decade's worth of inspiration.
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ginjones · 1 year
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Last Line
Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.
Tagged by @notallsandmen thank you lovely :)
From a WIP called 'The Alchemy of Sleep'
He grasps tightly and lets his partner pull him upwards, the pleasant creak of wood a cherished trinket in a keepsake box of senses along with the smell of horse manure and the tartness of blackberries picked fresh from the stem.
This is a long boi of a sentence so I'll just open this up to anyone who wants to play along :)
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On May 13, 1991, Boyz n the Hood premiered at the Cannes Film Festival.
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