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leaveharmony · 1 month
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Amazing how healing a big ancient slightly crushed hunk of plastic can be
A little acetone and a good scrubbing took care of the vast majority of the grunge. He’s CERTAINLY in better shape than the atrociously stained Leonardo, anyway. There is this:
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Where I can only assume he was laying flat with something heavy on top of him for a few….decades…or wedged between things, maybe. Totally deformed one bit of his shell. I tried to sort of squish him back into place after a bit of blow dryer heating, but I think if I want to actually be able to shape him back into place I might need to level up to an actual heat gun. Not sure if that’s worth it, honestly, as I’m uncertain what else I might ever need a heat gun for.
I do however definitely have some faux black leather left from making Misty’s Shinsuke doll, so recreating his belt won’t be difficult at all.
My fingers fit into his hands. Maybe I can make a model magic bo staff? Wire core? I have to take it out to make the mushroom jewelry (unrelated) anyway.
On wednesday I saw him in the shop window (waiting for me), but the shop has odd hours, thursday-saturday. Made another attempt on thursday after physio, but they had closed early, maybe because the weather was atrocious. So it remained, on friday, so I did not try. Phoned first, today. The quoted price, with ‘wiggle room’ (I only suggested $5 off which doesn’t make me much of a haggler but did only put him a few cents over the price that in my head was past the limits of what I should allow for the sake of the inner child Looking at me and saying pllleeeeeeaaassseeeeee?)
Wash water is still running out of all his joints and I love him very much.
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dykelawlight · 6 months
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If I could go back and rewrite Who Shall Be Debased or if I ever write another fic about Jewish themes in Death Note I would have to focus on the specifically Talmudic nature of Mikami's obedience to what he perceives as the will of G-d lmfao because in what other religion does one hear "Do not cook a young goat in its mother's milk" and interpret that as "Do not eat any meal containing even trace amounts of dairy within six hours of eating a meal containing even trace amounts of meat or vice versa, also you should maintain entirely separate cooking supplies, plates, and silverware for these things at bare minimum (plus an extra set of each for meals that do not contain either milk or meat) and if you would really like to go the extra mile maintain separate ovens and separate sinks for them as well." Truly the "we kill people who have been charged with or witnessed committing crimes" → "we kill anyone who has ever slacked off at work starting today" pipeline in action
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prolibytherium · 3 months
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Companies using """"""""AI"""""""" chatbots in place of customer service (usually with a veneer of pretending you are actually speaking to a real person, which might not be so immediately obvious to more tech illiterate people) pisses me off so bad because they are just SO fundamentally useless. The only information it can tell you is information more efficiently communicated with a FAQ page, and information that is Wrong because current chatbot technology is, in fact, not even slightly 'intelligent' and pretty damn bad at giving accurate answers to anything but the simplest questions.
Like there's no point to it besides hoping onto the flashy artificial 'intelligence' gimmick and paying for less customer service work hours, and so many companies will not only have this feature but make their actual customer service prohibitively difficult to find (and usually involving a labyrinth of automated phone menu systems that you have to navigate correctly in order to get to a person). Makes me want to kill.
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Rose shouldn't be in Alabama.
Background image source: https://www.southernliving.com/montgomery-alabama-7504866
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hopeinthebox · 10 months
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tagged by the tastemaker @cordiallyfuturedwight for the july list 💕 Category 5 Breakdown in the tags as per usual but tagging some favs if you fancy a go @aprylynn @thvinyl @monismochi @banghwa @pauls-mccharmly @avizou mwah
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vonlipvig · 10 days
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Ok, I'm assuming The Ritual movie is horror but seeing those two pictures of the actors made me think it was a comedy!
it's not a comedy? well, it should be!
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electriccenturies · 2 years
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hot take that mikey is the weirdest mcr member by far, he’s just the awkward type of weird rather than the super eccentric type so it’s Quieter
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dankovskaya · 1 year
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The hardest part I think is deciding which of the 300 possible interpretations of Red Hood Jason I want to go with
#It's like... Red Hood Jason is inherently fucked but only a lunatic would take his canonical behavior at face value and him actually doing#genuine good with the identity does NOT preclude him from being deeply thoroughly fucked but I also don't want him to be completely#morally sanitized because I think it's hot when he is wrong.#I'm thinking a heavily edited interpretation of utrh with essentially the same outcome under different circumstances#Followed by a limbo state where there are Heavily Mixed Fucking Neighborhood Opinions of the red hood because he is doing#some genuinely good and helpful shit courtesy of classism correction but he is also very much still executing the occasional#Broadly Abusive Person possibly in the streets possibly in broad daylight with no um. Oversight. so.#I would like to think whatever harm he causes (there must be some harm.) is due to self destructiveness and biting off more than he can#chew AND like. Attracting attention in ways that make things worse even though he knows better i.e. getting pissed off and killing a cop#Or just generally openly targeting powerful people and assuming he can wholly handle the consequences on his own even though#that cannot always be the case.#On top of you know. Just generally being an asshole interpersonally and severely antisocial and therefore failing to actually make or#maintain any sort of relationship with the community he is attempting to protect etc#You can't have relationships with people if you're dead. Haha... ENTER KIANA.
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alexis-royce · 1 year
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the-kneesbees · 1 year
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omg transphobic kid had a civil conversation with trans kid AND asked for their pronouns?? character development
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Ok, since the west end production of phantom is returning to 8 performances a week in the end of June, would anyone else like to needlessly speculate about Holly’s alternate dates?
I think she’s getting scheduled for a Thursday matinee show and a Monday show.
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poptartmochi · 1 year
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being tormented by die Eule.. help!
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hartmannyoukaigirl · 2 years
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I wish more people took interest in being knowledgeable and generally learning and taking up hobbies and overall trying to be a productive member of society and just try, attempt to have more worth than a mosquito instead of being occupied with the stupidest shit to ever exist and making it their entire personality political identity and life. you are not seeing heaven. you will live a worthless life and die as so. your grave will be unnamed and not tended to.
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mimicteruyo · 2 years
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Okay forget yesterday’s post I think I’ve successfully retooled the plans for this longfic after all!!
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vividbeast · 5 months
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IF ST IVES BAD FOR SKIN WHY SMELL GOOD
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sukunasteeth · 29 days
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Sukuna has never said no to you.
It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 
And you were curious how far you could go with it.
The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.
You were starting to change that.
"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.
"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.
"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 
And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.
"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 
You blink at him in surprise.
"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 
Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 
You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 
Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"
"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."
He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.
"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."
You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.
Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.
It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.
You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.
You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.
He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"
"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"
Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.
It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 
He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"
You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.
"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 
"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."
You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.
"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."
You can’t say no. 
At least it was mutual.
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