#color televison

[nkp1981]

#norway #colour television #color televison #color tv #colors

[tiktaalic]

september 2019: oh i will be immune, to supernatural. i will watch a couple of episodes and think about them zero amount and then stop when it gets bad, because that will be soon.

december 2022: oh i will be immune, to supernatural. i will watch a couple of episodes and think about them zero amount and then stop when it gets bad, because that will be soon.

#first six epsidoes COVERD in come here i am a normal televison show coloration. and every time. i go dont mind if i do! #and then the dean you know the dean. well hes in there #etxt #spnwatch

[elephantbitterhead]

where is my award

I've finally solved the 'grimy vacuum cord marks on wall corners' problem: replace the black cord with a white one (and make the white one detachable so that it can be easily washed or replaced as it inevitably gets dirty).

Truly a banner day for eliminating irritating cleaning tasks. With luck, this situation will never trouble me again. (PS: Also watch for me in the news when I'm inevitably killed by one of my cleaning hacks. She died doing what she loved, etc.)

#now to start my letter campaign hassling vacuum mfrs about their insistence on black cords #I will of course not actually do that #b/c no one but me (and possibly @thejunesky) cares about my cleaning concerns #BUT #this thing with black cords has not always been the case #several vacuums from my youth had light-colored cords #what is the deal #why are we all in thrall to the Black Dept. of Big Cord these days #see also: my shrill whining about televison colors (specifically the lack thereof)

[vampdes]

Please, I'm begging you do more Homelander x top male reader. I loved your other fic with him. Maybe reader is a supe who's stronger than Homelander and left. Homelander was sent to kill reader due to reader having information but instead gets fucked. Thank you and have a nice day.

DES says . . . im not doing anything right now, so why not? hope you enjoy xx (even though this is very late).

SUM. — homelander is sick, erratic, manic. why? he has his fame, his money, his powers – what more could he need? an antidote, obviously, what else?

CON. warning — smoking weed / rolling a blunt (once), dry humping, dry orgasm, overstim, mentions of: growling, passing out (figuratively), meeting heaven (figuratively), & yan-like actions. p in a. bareback. begging. impregnation (breeding ?) kink. collar & leash. subby (leaning on), needy, & whiny homelander.

NOTES. — very rushed. semi-detailed smut. not a very good ending.

you flipped through the televison’s provided channels with an unlit blunt protruding from your lips, itching to light it in order to feel the undeniable zest and haze it always seemed to provide you with. the calming and doughy-like sensation melted your brain, it allowed you to escape from the realization that you were indeed wanted by national police and superheros (all at the same time, mind you) just because you even dared to speak of retiring. therefore, you came up with an idea: just escape! to hawaii or somewhere — you landed in Australia, though, so hawaii was entirely off course but aye, you were gone and free and almost high.

what’s not to love?

you finally found a reliable sitcom that’d allow you to not think too hard or pay attention too much. so you sat back and slouched, drowned into the comfiness of the couch’s plush cushions, and lit your blunt. the wafting smoking engulfed itself deep within your lungs and etched itself into the cushions of your couch. before you could even care about your couch’s wellbeing or could even take a second exhilarating blow, the smell of metal being burnt and resulting smoke that wafted from under your penthouse door to your living made your eye brows furrow together with confusion. before continuing your trail on being high, you dipped the blunt into an ashtray and pushed it into the table, and sat up, watching the door with a sense that something was array in the air.

“fix me, oh fuck — y’gotta, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” john’s words fell into loud, squeaky squabbles into the silk sheets of your bed. his large frame sat atop of your hips, straddling you whilst he made a steady pace of teasing his concealed cock with the friction your ruffled jeans provided him with. you wanted to calm him down, tell him it’s okay, baby, you know i’ll fix you, but he chose that ignorant and arrogant company or what the two of you could have had. and that’s something you’ll never forget, but damn, why pass up on fucking the most famous hero in the world because he’s begging to have you? nobody in their right mind would, that’s for sure.

“you gonna let me treat you right?” you asked, gripping on his hips with words that haven’t been spoken before but explained and demonstrated through the many encounters that occurred in the empty janitor closets in the hallways of his company. and john. . he can’t help but grind himself a little harder and nod just a little faster. he wants you in ways he could never explain. he needs you with the biblical and primal history behind it. he begs to serve you as though he’s nothing but a measly worshipper and you’re a god within the highest of heavens. and you allow him to do so.

“please.” john responds, and you know he means it.

before long, he has a pastel-pink color around his neck with the leash wrapped around your balled fist, feeling like a submissive fucking bitch under your control, and damn, he feels good. his hands are tied behind his back with his nails clawing at the air between you and him in order to feel the pleasure that courses through every atom in his very being. for the first time in a long time, john allows himself to be willingly and properly used by someone he adores.

when you mention the fact that you’ve run out of the very last condom, he says: “get me pregnant.” and good lord above, you can’t help but comply with his demands. he felt fucking heavenly too, he felt so, so fucking good, and the noises that were coming from him? good fucking god, you’d capture those noises in a jar and listen to them every night before you sleep if you could.

in between the lingering touches and chaste kisses and animalistic thrusts and moans and being treated like a fucking free-use prostitute, the tears that streamed down his eyes and the whines that came from him and the need eminiting from him to have the immediate skin-to-skin contact with you even though you were literally shoving your cum into the deepest part of his guts is what captivated you entirely. the way he honestly showed his greed proudly with it circling around town and right back to you made your heart swell. fuck, this was sick (sick enough to make you force yet another cry out his hoarse throat).

“oh fuck, fuck, fuck — gotta make you mine, gotta get pregnant and make sure you stay with me, oh fuck, gotta – gonna cum, fuck, gonnafuckin’cum–,” the process that coincided with long strings of his cum colliding with his pretty pink breasts made the loudest, girliest, guttural squeal mixed with a whine mixed with the neediest moan escape from his throat with him crying out your name. your sylabells. and for fucks sake, he knew exactly how to get you started again to buck your cum-covered tip into his abused prostate once more.

when he cried out your name like you were the Archangel himself, you knew that today would turn into tonight which would turn into yet another post-sex morning with a bitchy, clingy, neck-biting john that always needed a piece of you with him or he swore he might (would and undeniably will) go crazy. and to be honest, if you just savor this maniac for just a little bit longer, maybe the earth would look a bit more brighter to you. maybe the air would be clearer, the sun would shine harder, the birds would harmonize better — the morning is the best time of your day.

#dan.writes #x male reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys x male reader #homelander x gn reader #homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #homelander smut #bottom homelander #x top reader #x top male reader

[poisonedprose]

AAAHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH THAT I NEED TO ASK FOR ANOTHER IF THAT'S FINE BY YOU!😭😭😭

again with the flower petals prompt, this time with kureno cuddling fem reader, just overall lovey dovey moments in bed(✯ᴗ✯) thanks as always!!

cuddly kureno who has his face stuck in the crook of your neck. his fingers ttracing shapes and words on your stomach. his eyes closed but he can still see you in his mind. your occasional hums of contentment keep his head from floating into the clouds. a warm blanket thrown messily over your lower halves. the televison playing some show that neither of you were paying attention to. the sun begining to set, painting the room a soft orange color. "i love you." your voice is low when you speak and you can feel kureno's smile on your neck.

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#! ❀₊˚✧ vira's forest adventure #fruits basket x reader #fruits basket #sohma kureno #kureno sohma #kureno sohma x reader #kurena sohma blurb

[harrycrozby]

Tag nine people you want to get to know better.

I was tagged by @daughter-rhaenyra

Thank you so much, dear 😊🫶🏻.

Favorite color: purple, black and blue

Currently reading: Troy by Homer (again, it’s my favorite book)

Last song: Don’t know, something in the radio.

Last series: Bones, don’t know which season. Watched it on televison.

Last movie: Black Panther (I’m doing an Infintiy Saga rewatch)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: sweet and spicy sometimes, depending on my mood.

Currently working on: some icons, but I delated quite a few cause I they didn’t look good to me.

I'm tagging:

@nastasyafilippovnas @isitandwonder @marinad3lrey @letthefairyinyoufly @jakeperalta @afewreelthoughts @wynafryd-manderly @harritudur @feuillesmortes @sandushengshou @victorysp @tudoraddict @rogue-coyote @jesperfahxey @ladykatesharma @tisdae @emziess @lexie-grey @frodo-sam @sarah-shooketh @evclynquan

#i was tqgged #thanks for tagging me 🫶🏻 #thanks so much dear 🫶🏻 #daughter-rhaenyra

[kagrenacs]

I found an interesting bit of text possibly from MK about Meridia and Lorkhan on an archival site that I haven’t seen preserved anywhere else, no edits to text apart from a formatting and grammar edit to make it a single paragraph rather than individual texts:

Once upon a time there was a void ghost and a wayward daughter. And they met during the dawn but it wasn't time yet. They sensed each other and knew each others' work And they had a common interest: Life on the dirt they walked on. He was the void ghost, so figured he has said enough. She was the wayward daughter and knew more colors than him. FLASHFORWARD They saved enough money, by ways and means and bullshit and dreams to find a way into to fly towards one and the other, and secured a House That Was Safe Now. By which I mean a MicroTel. Sixty square feet of bed and shit television and a televison she brought her color, he brought his voice and that first night they mixed both and it was awkward, because this was new, and went to bed happy in weird ways. They had a few days in this Provisional House, A space outside of gods and demons and the rules of the world. When the sun was up, it wasn't a thing of glory those motherfuckers just wanted to eat. It reminded them that the earth was there. They ate, and then... that's the first time they really talked face to face. He told her all the things that he wasn't supposed to, and she told him it was fine because her face looked just like THIS. And then they knew, well, fuck then let's write it all down and draw it all and make sure it's full of tears and color, and what those two do together when mixed. Because they would find each other again they would con and steal and study and finish and live in a park with a goddamn blanket and a laptop and look for wifi to keep in touch because that time in the MicroTel might not have been real. It might have just been a trick but no every chance they got every interview that got turned down, every time between classes, every time they had to get awkward with the other spirits around, they made time. And now they live together. And every night now? They are thankful and greet every morning with color and words. And THAT is why everyone should do this. I want to say a rainbow but that is already in your head look up, it's jumping out walk on it. If it's night wait until the morning, just walk on it. Walk on it until it walks like you, by which mean it's there every morning when she finally decides to open her eyes

#The Elder Scrolls #tes #Meridia #kagrenac's journal

[zombimanos]

Hey just heads up. If you have paramount, they have the first season of You Can't Do That On Televison up. If you've never seen it before, Oh boy!

I can't imagine this will stay up long, considering how off-kilter & off-color it was for a kids show.

#for real though #you may be shocked #it was the best lol #you can't do that on televison #ycdtotv

[therewasagameonceinsanityarg]

the god sexy men and the gods horror. well what could i tell you about them? Once upon a time there was a cult in africa. it was called PATEN, because not too long ago the color of freindship a myth portrayed by the white tetris of slave trade, consumed all africans minds. So they great tircksters of africa gathered, to adopt imgrants overseas. but what they didnt expect was with teh invention of televison, insanity peaking through and thus with him came the risih gods. They developed their own family. A family based on horror. It held PED### serial wendigo ayer ayer silence bliss joy joy yagsothot and candole. they became irish jack, scottish drowned, a very beutiful person, scp dollhouse and magenta. they became teh gods of horror in africa which all follow the vooudon LOLLIE known as SILIBIS. or HOMEWORK. she was a good girl, who was raped her entire life. if this was your america, she would be named sybil or perpaps lilith. LOLLIE was the godess of maps and comapses which is why it holds the term today. she was irish and became all her characters. in teh creepypasta fandom it is clear who she is. in scps she is dollhouse or eyes. eyes is an indiefic but her sister TEENAKA became ICKY or teenager phase, who was the godess of rebellion and lipstick lebsians. alwyas a boy. always a trap. jeff the kilelrs role in this faith as apop culture religion is to deify serial killers as lucifer or sameale, never killing meerly cacusing a heart attack or a chesure smile like yoko ono. i studied here as anasi when zone captor picked me up from teh dollie family of ficiton. ARG's job was detective work, arg had stalk blue hair and was painted very similar to drama from dramatical murder. in shintosim anime is magick where the characters no matter how unique or well written follow the tropes of the kami. sexy man is the head of this family. he is the dedonin HORROR or DRAUL he is the hope that became despair and often takes the form of aladain or junko enoshima.

-anansi walker

#jeff the killer #the god sexy men #arg #asia #creepypasta #pop culture magick #Youtube

[robertmatejcek]

Paintimations: No Data - mixed media - robert matejcek - 2018

General Sline: “3... 2... 1... fire!”

(*anti-missile laser pulse is launched*)

W.A.M.P Technician: “Pulse failed to connect with target, sir.”

General Sline: “Just what are you saying, soldier?”

W.A.M.P Technician: “We missed the rocket. It didn’t work.”

General Sline: “Where did the pulse go?”

(*cut to laser pulse blowing-up MTV satellite / exploding televison*)

Teenage Girl No. One: “Wow!”

Teenage Girl No. Two: “Excellent!”

- Steve Forrest, Stuart Milligan, Heather Henson, & Erin Folsey - Spies Like Us

Tags:

#robert matejcek #acrylic painting #still life #trompe l'oeil #mixed media #new media #frame animation #gif #paintimation #animated paintings #no signal #static #tv #televison #analog #smpte bars #color bars #communication #mtv #usb cord #popcorn #retro #americana #art #artists on tumblr #my art

[anarchistemma]

Have a meaningful Yom Kippur.

As Joseph in The Jazz Singer

#jerry lewis #hearing Yosela an endearment from his real youth #the jazz singer #from the vaults of the pack rat #joseph levitch #joe robin #yom kippur #mezzuzah #one of the earliest uses of color video tape on televison

[nemfrog]

Based on opinion diffusion. Source. 

#nemfrog in color #red #televison #tv #processed image #nemfrog

[spilledinkcartoons]

#robert matejcek #sub blot comic #comics #cartoons #talk show #televison #tv #late night television #guest #bo lumpkin #gatorhead #technical difficulties #color bars #smpte bars

[bandgeek4life8]

Dying for Lying Secrets |Loki Laufeyson x Reader|

WC: 1, 463 words

Warning: Angst/ Soulmate AU, references to Endgame, Dark World, and Loki episode 1

Loki Laufeyson skipped past most of the life he had already loved through, only stopping at two occasions: the meeting of his best friend and finding out his true heritage. And he stopped at a single scene that looked to have been on the horizon if he still went through with the time keepers' plan for him. But he strayed from the past and now here he was, alone wearing a prisoner's uniform. The scene was of him in hos cell that awaited him in Asgard snd in that same room was her. Her with her beautiful hair and kind, vibrant eyes that he could get lost into for centuries if he ever allowed himself to be that distracted.

"Are you still color blind, darling?" the Loki on the screen asked her as he stopped his momentary pacing to look at her.

"I'm always going to be colorblind, Loki. I have no soul mate." she told him.

Loki, the one watching the scene go by, looked down at the cloth covered arm that beneath the fabric said a single thing. Her name. His soul mate. And yes, the universe had made mistakes in soul bonding before with the odds of a person cursed with unrequited bond possible along with someone never finding their soulmate simply because they didn't have one. It was possible as certain few have had it, scattered throughput the centuries. But for someone to have an unrequited bond with an unbonded person? That had never happened before.

What the female had told Televison-Loki started to pace and pace and pace, and the look upon her face grew steadily worried about him. "Loki? What's wrong?"

Televison-Loki stopped pacing and walked over to her, the one who was his best friend. And his onlg friend. Even sticking by his loyal side during the whole New York thing even if she knew ot was wrong to the point where she negated the attacks of the two brothers.

"Okay, I don't know how to say this," Television-Loki placed a hand on her shoulder snd thr other against her cheek, Loki practically melted when she leabed into his touch and a glimmer of hope appeared across Television-Loki's face, "but I have to. You have to know how much I care about you. And I care about you a lot. To the point where I...I...I...I..."

"Just spit it out, Loki." she told him.

"I love you." the female stepped away from the young prince. "I have loved you since we were small children. And yes, it is because you're my soul mate, but it goes deeper than that. It's more complicated than that. I love you with all my heart, and I'm sorry. For putting you in danger." The female stayed quiet. "Please, say something, [Y/N]!"

Her eyes started to cloud up before she blonked away the escaping tears. "I can't. I can't love you."

"You can't?" That was the first time Loki had ever heard the quiver in his own boice, snd his eyes started to water at the scene. Because he had a feeling he knew how it would end.

"I could never love you, Loki. I could never love someone like you." And there it was the ended he knew was coming.

"What? Wh-wh-wh-wh-what do you mean?" Television-Loki asked. He had asked the same question the real Loki had wanted to ask.

"It means your incapable of being loved, Loki." Never had he ever thought his best friend would say that to him.

And with a puff of smoke she was gone, and Loki continued with the slide show of his life. And when he got to the end, he couldn't contain it in himself. Because he finally had his brother's love and trust. All for it to end prematurely. He supposed the best thing about his death was the scream of agony he heard from his best friend thay told him a sliver of her still cared for him in someway. When Mobius M Mobius found the god, he sighed at him.

"You looked through the entire thing huh?" Mobius asked, already knowing the answer.

"I spent so much time scheming and hurting that I destroyed every relationship that ever mattered to me. And my two favorite people in the world grew to hate me with one forgiving me and telling me he always loved me. And at the end, when I try to do good, what is the point? The only thing that awaits the good is a premature death." Loki told him.

"Thor may have loved you, but the one living in painful agony after your death wasn't your brother. It was [Y/N] [L/N]." Mobius told him.

"Yeah right." Loki spat.

Mobius sighed before taking out Loki's lifetime-tape and replacing it with another in the memory-player. "Thos is against protocol. But for what I need you for, you need some morale. And this can give you it." And he fast forward the video. These weren't his memories or his brother. Sure there were lots of moments with both of them, but whose lifetime-tape was, it was [Y/N]'s. And Mobius stopped the tape at the end of the Endgame battle where Thanos was gone and everyone was mourning Tony.

The female with [H/C] hair sat on some rubble from the Avengers Compound Explosion. Thor walked over to her. "Odinson!" The name his brother called her sent a pit into Loki's stomach. Of course Thor got her in the end. Of course he did. [Y/N] didn't respond to the name, so Thor tried another to get attention. "Laufeyson!" Still nothing. "[Y/N]!"

The female turned towards her old friend and sent a smile at him before scotting away to give the Lord of Thunder room to sit down. Loki didn't want to watch anymore of this, so he got up from his spot ag the desk. Mobius paused it.

"You really think that this will cheer me up? Knowing that my brother gets the girl I wanted? The one thing I thought he would never have!" Loki asked him, furious.

"Thor and [Y/N] never got together. He was too caught up in his guilt and she in her grief and guilt. Sit down and watch." Mobius told him. Loki didn't move snd looked like he was about to argue. "Just sit and watch."

Loki sat down and Mobius pressed plag on the player. "We won."

"But at what cost? I didn't decide to throw everything away to retrieve it later only to lose it in its entirety!" [Y/N] said.

Thor sighed before stealing a singular side-eyed glance at her. "Do you want to know why I call you Odinson and Laufeyson?"

"I never put much thought into your nonsense, Thor." she told him.

"It's because my brother loves you and when you got over your pride, you two would have been married." Thor told her.

"But I didn't love him." she told him.

"Even idiots are smart enough to notice it, and my brother did call me an idiot on more than one occassion." Thor told her. "So why don't you admit it?"

"Because I'm cursed. My mother became vengeful of me. She didn't see me as having a purpose. Because my soulmate turned out to be not you, Thor, like she wanted. It was Loki. And my mother, unbound my soul from his in a one-way revocation. And from there, you live a cursed life. A half-life. Without being bound to anyone, you gain free will. Unfortunately, unrequited love and contradiction was the curse I bore. And everyone that said they loved me either left me or betrayed me. And when Loki told me loved me, I thought it would be the same, so I struck down his declaration with the worst thing I could think of. But he didn't leave. He didn't betray me. He died. And yes I did spend more nights than I'll like to admit wondering how our life could have been like if I told him from the beginning. How many happy memories we could have had beside the heartbroken, resentful ones. I did love him, Thor. I do love him, Thor. But what point is there when it all ends? Because everything must come to an end." she explained. She loves me.

"Because it's what makes living living. Knowing that the end is there." Thor told her.

"Thanos is no longer a problem. I know what I must do from here." [Y/N] said, trying to change the topic.

"And what is that?" he asked her.

"Tying up loose ends and finishing what I started." she told him.

#loki laufeyson #loki #loki of asgard #mcu loki #mcu #marvel #marvel cinnematic universe #angst #glorious purpose #endgame #dark world #sad #potentially a prologue for a full-fledged fanfic #first loki series x reader #loki x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki of asgard x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n

[stronggirlsrule]

Anne Shirley

Anne is the main character in the ‘Anne of Green Gables’ series, as well as many movies and shows, including the popular televison series ‘Anne With an E.’

Anne is outgoing, optimistic, and a bit reckless. She’s like a child should be, creative and carefree. Though at times she can be careless with a short temper, she’s very determined and a hard worker. Anne is a fiery and spirited redhead, though she hates her hair color. Amybeth McNulty portrays Anne on ‘Anne With an E,’ a show with a largely female cast and very modern and relevant themes, though being based off of older books.

#anne shirley #anne shirley cuthbert #anne of green gables #anne with an e #awae #amybeth mcnulty

[asktheovertaken]

(The second image was colored in by my friend @aero-inthehead! Go check her out!)

Part two of the collab with ask-team-searchlights!

First page: here Third page: here

Id under the cut

((ID: A three image long comic, a continuation from the last one. On the first image, Mags looks happy, while Gen looks suprised and shocked. Mags says: Oh, my names Mags by the way. I'm looking for this Scyther named Venet- but you probably already know it since I was just shouting it, not noticing Gens shock. The next image shows Gen still being shocked, but Mags has moved farther away, they start saying: Hes kind of a jerk and I don't know him that well, just met him this morning. I'm helping him find something he lost cause Im bored and its kinda my fault hes lost it. On the next page, Gen rushes up to Mags, while Mags calls out for Venet, "W-wait! Mags!" He shouts quietly, on the next panel Mags turns to him inquisitively. "Whats..Whats Johto?" Gen asks. On the next panel, Mags says: Really? You don't know the region your in right now? And if I recall, Unova, which Oshowatt come from is pretty far. I don't think you'd just show up here out of the blue. Continuing on the next image, Mags says: "Although... I don't think anyone would willingly come to Johto after what happened." Gen looks panicked on the next panel. "What happened?!" He says. "Heh, I guess you don't know Johto if you haven't heard of what happened." on the next panel, Mags says: I don't know exactly what happened, but there was a mass evacuation. THeres a few cities that didn't completely evacuate, being Goldenrod, Ecruteak, and one other. I dunno why they didn't evacuate all the way." The next panel shows a flashback to a crowd, a televison is on the wall infront of the crowd, with a broadcast siren next to it. On the screen, a newsreporter is standing, a exclamation point next to them on the screen. Text below them on he screen reads: Mandatory evacuation! with unintelligible text below it. The next panel shows Mags dialouge: Whatever caused this, I don't think it effects pokemon. I don't think its disease related, since they'd probably restrain people to the island rather then make them leave... And theres no active volcanos so nothing like that.. I bet some othwe pokemon know what happen, since Venets the only other pokemon I've met since the evacuation. End ID))

#Mags #Mags trainer #Gen #flashback #lore #pokemon #plot