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puppyeared · 1 month
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littlest furth shop
@laikascomet
#i think i had a little too much fun with this lol#i also wanted to draw road boy and other characters but maybe when they actually get introduced#i do have a sketch of him with a lil chainsaw.. im not gonna be normal when he gets introduced man he looks so sillygoofy#if you squint laika's eye marking is a clover yue's is a crescent moon and mars' is a star ^_^#i wanted to give laika an accessory too but i couldnt think of anything.. maybe a stack of pancakes??#im curious to see the apocalypse side of the story too.. like so far we have an idea of the comet fucking everything up#and im assuming that lead to a ripple effect causing the apocalypse but exactly how bad?? i cant wait to find out#rn im kinda piecing stuff together.. larkspur delivers mail in a beat up van so that might mean all transportation is grounded#the buildings we've seen so far are intact like the observatory and turnip's house but idk if thats the same for big cities#laikas playlist only includes songs downloaded on yue's computer and there hasnt been internet in 20 years.. but radio signals might#still work.. if yue grows his own food we can assume that mass production and distribution also isnt a thing anymore#sorry im a sucker for worldbuilding.. and the furth puns are fun to me. i like to think toronto would be clawronto.. and vancouver wld#be nyancouver.. barktic circle.. mewfoundland and labrador.. canyada....#christ i have so many drawing ideas. willow if youre reading this im so sorry youre probably gonna expect to see a lot of drawings frm me#like. i wanna draw laika in the akira bike pose so sosososo bad. IT WOULD BE SO AWESOMECOOL. ill teach myself to draw bikes if i have to#i also wanted to animate laika leekspin.. man#my art#myart#fanart#laika's comet#laikas comet#laika#mars#yue#furry art#fur#littlest pet shop#lps
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joen-lenawley · 4 days
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why
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proffbon · 2 months
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Nomura, what the fuck?
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kimberleyjean · 1 month
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Bark Ruffalo and Good Omens
Ah, Bark Ruffalo, the humorous play on the name "Mark Ruffalo"... what a great gag!
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I'm sure no one has ever thought of that before... oh wait...
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"BARK RUFFALO" was a reference to a TV show where a CHILD IS THE ANTICHRIST.
No wonder Neil is so proud.
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jabberwockprince · 9 months
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trying to stay motivated by releasing these two bastards into the wild - Rikki and Ban's new ref sheets <3 minus their other outfits because I'm not done with them. but they're literally soulmates, the best and worst influences/thing to happen to each other, theyre married and divorced, they're found family, they're codependent and clingy, can't stand each other
they also met at a dumpster, somewhere in Nila District, and immediately began planning to scam the shit out NSR and get Rikki out of the archipelago <3
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Ncuti Gatwa more like Cutie Gatwa am I right
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porto-rosso · 1 day
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just dreamed i went on a hike and whilst i was running back to my car saw a bear coming up the path and was like ‘oh this is fine ill just stand still’ til i realised it was a baby with a mother close behind it (bad) so i stayed on the edge of the path until i could inch behind them but i did it poorly and tripped and fell on the ground. mother bear saw me so i stayed as still as i could whilst she like inspects me and then it fucking spoke and said ‘this one’s down. you bear what you know.’ before walking away. wonder what that meant
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ingravinoveritas · 6 months
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I was in the city yesterday for a work meeting and the hotel I stayed in the night before (which was a boutique hotel with all the retro/'60s vibes and very me) was right next door to the Museum of Sex. Which was fantastic and also very me...
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daily-tartag · 9 months
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#94
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hc that Childe uses kaomoji (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
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autistic-bunny · 2 years
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How old were you when you realized that the “why did the chicken cross the road? to get to the other side” was actually a pun about the chicken dying and going to ‘the other side’
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mr-craig · 3 months
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(Abbey Road Studios, 1969)
John: Where shall we pose for the cover of this album, lads?
Paul: Why don’t we do it in the road?
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mercurialsmile · 3 months
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so I'm gonna tell yall what we ain't about to do.
this year, we aint gonna make fun of people in the south trapped in any ice storms or bad weather that may occur. we aint about to make jokes about how southerners cant drive in ice and snow (altho it is true i dont need any northerners being an ass about it)
I will reiterate what I said a couple of years ago: the roads in the south are not made to handle ice. they are not built to handle snow. we do not have snow chains down here, at least not typically.
I dunno about other states, but we all know jack shit has been done about the Texas grid. If the power somehow fails again, we aint gonna make fun of us who have no power. we aint gonna be an ass about any rolling black outs. we aint gonna tell southerners they deserve to freeze to death just because we happen to live in the south or a red state.
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Deep Roads Shortcut and Skip The Fade aren't even mods in my mind anymore... they are like siblings to me.
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twentydaysofdrabbles · 9 months
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The Concierge’s Day Off - ...And... (Part 32)
True to Sans’ word, the food is good. Better than good, even. Though by habit, you test it for poisons. 
Touch lips, stop. Touch tongue, stop. Chew, stop. Swallow, stop.
No tingling or numbing sensations outside that of heat and spice. No sense of wrongness, or the heavy taste of magic. 
Safe. And delicious.
“good, right?” Sans rumbles at you, halfway through his spaghetti. “boss knows what he’s doin’.” Though his crimson eye lights gleam at you, like he knew what you were doing. You suppose monsters might not have much use for poison, but among humans it’s exceedingly popular.
You nod in response, a soft sound of satisfaction coming from your throat as you take another bite. 
The peace doesn’t last very long, however. You’re only maybe halfway through your lasagna when someone comes in through the door. You flick your attention to them, your face still forward, your eyes to the side slightly so you can look at them out of your peripheral vision. 
Purpose. Intent. On a mission. No weapons in hand, one on hip. Smartly dressed, fedora hat. Monster. 
Sans is unbothered, not even looking at the newcomer. 
Not hostile. 
You don’t relax, but you certainly don’t gear up for a fight. 
“Sans,” they say, a little out of breath as they come up to the table. Ah, a more masculine voice. ‘He’ perhaps, until you find out otherwise. “We got ‘em.”
The skeleton monster grins wider at the news. He leans back in his seat, waves the...underling away. “Be there in a moment,” he drawls, licking across his teeth in a familiar gesture, with a familiar look. “Just let me finish my dinner first.”
You had continued to eat as if nothing had happened, patting at your lip with your napkin. “If you need to go, please don’t let me stop you.” You’re almost done with your meal anyway.
Rather than run off, Sans just leers at you. As he does, you place that familiar look - bloodlust. He polishes off the rest of his spaghetti, pats his teeth clean with his napkin, and purrs, “oh sweetheart, it’s going to be dinner and a show.”
You can only guess what this ‘show’ is. If it’s connected to the information he had bought and the phone call...
Well. You’d never wish a long, painful death on anyone.
Inclining your head, you take a sip of water. “I see.” 
Sans seems to wait for you to say something more. He waits but a moment more before he asks, “wanna go see a show, sweetheart?”
A pause. You could benefit a lot from going with him - inner operations, at the very least interrogation techniques. At the cost of watching someone you know die. 
Well, it’s not as if you were overly familiar with the Lieutenant; even if you did some contract work for her a long time ago. 
The Manager would like to know any intelligence you can bring back.
So you nod, taking another sip of water. “I would enjoy that, Mister Sans.”
Sans groans playfully, slouching in his seat. “i’ll get ya ta drop the ‘mister’ in public soon, sweetcheeks.”
A smile threatens to tip your lips up. “You may try, Mister Sans.”
“SANS, STOP ANNOYING THE CONCIERGE.”
The almost smile on your face drops immediately and you look up with dead eyes towards the towering skeleton chef. “Mister Papyrus.”
“CONCIERGE,” he tips his head at you, then gestures at your clean plate. “I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR MEAL.”
“I did. It was delicious, thank you.” You incline your head in kind. 
“hey, not gonna ask me if i enjoyed my meal?” 
Papyrus growls and turns his blood red pips for eye lights on his brother, his sockets narrowed dangerously. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU LIKED IT OR NOT, AS LONG AS YOU FINISHED IT. NOW, WHAT’S THIS ABOUT A ‘SHOW’?” 
Sans shrugs, downing the rest of his drink. “wanna come with?”
“YOU’RE NOT ANSWERING THE QUESTION, BONEHEAD.”
As much as you’re enjoying their banter, you’re not sure anyone else in the restaurant is. Particularly since Papyrus is so very, very loud. 
“what, you feelin’ like a third wheel?”
“MY GOOD FOR NOTHING BROTHER, YOU WILL EXPLAIN THIS ‘SHOW’ TO ME RIGHT THIS MOMENT OR--”
“you don’t have ta worry ‘bout stealin’ the spotlight. ‘m sure sweetheart only has eyes fer me.”
“SANS--”
“gotta give ya props though, sweetheart’s a right catch.”
“STOP--”
“welp, this situation is theatre-iorating quickly.”
A low growl precedes the summoning of a big, red bone, big as a club and no doubt as lethal. It smashes on the table between you and Sans, and by perhaps the precision of a man who knows how to use his weapon of choice, the bone doesn’t even come close to grazing your legs. Sans’, on the other hand, have to move swiftly out of the way before Papyrus shatters them just like he did the table.
“I WILL END YOU.”
“if ya wanted an encore, ya should’ve just said.”
A truly disgusted scream can be heard from outside the restaurant.
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kopw · 8 months
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lovethephotoo · 1 year
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Rick’s Version of Fallingwater OR Fallingwater by Frank Lloyd Wright?
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