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seniouesbabes · 9 months
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Lily Maymac 🌸💋🍒🌸 Me & my Waifu 🥰 @annpn_ Senso-ji Temple in Asakusa Tokyo Japan 🇯🇵
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humanmorph · 1 month
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15 Days of FatT - WHEEL
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March 19
why is it always "break the wheel". why not "cut a slice of the wheel put it on a plate with some whipped cream and eat it". ever thought about that
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The "Bake!" part of the 15 Days of FatT slogan is always so intriguing to me everytime the event rolls around, so this year I did actually bake something. I tried making this Baumkuchen recipe last year and extremely and utterly failed - so I wanted to give it another spin. It turned out pretty good! Wasn't really my to my taste, but everyone else enjoyed it, which is enough for me.
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cypherdecypher · 9 months
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Animal of the Day!
West African Lungfish (Protopterus annectens)
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(Photo from Zoo Leipzig)
Conservation Status- Least Concern
Habitat- Western Africa; Southern Africa
Size (Weight/Length)- 3.6 kg; 100 cm
Diet- Mollusks; Frogs; Fish; Roots; Seeds
Cool Facts- The West African lungfish have one of the most complex respiratory systems of any fish. Capable of breathing air with help from gas bladders, they can maximize their gas exchange in their lungs. Even when water is abundant, West African Lungfish breathe directly from the surface. However, living in Africa often means a lack of water for most of winter. These lungfish are capable of living outside of water for these months, buried in dry riverbeds and waiting for the rains to bring rivers. During their aestivation, the West African lungfish doesn’t eat at all. One time, a lungfish survived 3 and a half years without eating anything as it waited for its river to fill.
Rating- 13/10 (Epitome of noodle arms.)
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catboygretzky · 11 days
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Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:
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jean moreau stans make me SCREAM like you know NOTHING about that boy. like good for y'all but. i'm pretty sure no one has ever even heard him talk.
👁 jean-mor-uhoh
we know that he is french, tall, and a defenseman. we don't need anything else
👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 talk-exy-to-me
*u forgot the sad grey eyes, dark hair, and bad posture.
#bout to create a whole ass man w the knowledge he's a backliner and french, watch this space
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👸🏻 kevindazed follow
if no one calls kevin day princess to make him blush what's even the point of it all. huh. what's even the point.
#🙄 better be calling that girl princess every day of his life!!!! neil do it for the people!!!!
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🫡 exyisntreal follow
hey exyblr how we feeling about neil josten being the son of a gangster
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wasn't on my neil bingo but maybe it should have been
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makes this kevneil mafia au i'm working on,,,,a little awkward askdhf
🙀 catboyneiljosten
ngl. kinda hot.
#kevneil mafia au tho 👀
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🥰 boytoyjeremyknox follow
had a dream i asked jeremy knox to sign my thigh so i could get it tattooed but dream jeremy spelled his name wrong. dream me still got it tattooed tho
jerm knox fans rise!!!!! dumb blonde rep we need
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JERM
🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow
jerm and jean bout to take over the world babbyyy!!!!
#wonder how he feels knowing your dream version of him is a himbo #i mean same lmao but whatever
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👅 nastyneiljosten
oh, you chose your favourite team based on something that ISN'T 'breedability' ??????? unrealistic
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you are not seeing heaven (affectionate)
👅 nastyneiljosten
tbf sometimes i choose exy teams bc of how good the fic for the team is.
#you chose to be friends w me so u have to deal w this
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🙈 ittybittyminny follow
love the concept of andrew minyard. like. he's 5'0". he's almost killed multiple people. his bro HAS killed someone. could be the best in the world if he tried. he's a fox, so ya know. whatever comes with THAT. ugh he's a bug i want to study............always around but never at the forefront so you don't really KNOW. he's a martyr. he’s never done anything wrong……besides the whole juvie probably/almost killed someone……he is a girl……..he is the bestest boy………..he is a malewife………he’s a poor little meow meow……probably would rip me to shreds for even THINKING that. also he's a goalie.
#the being a goalie part adds an entire layer to him #zero goaliess are at all normal #andrew minyard #psu #goalie tag
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🌸 a-softer-exy
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kevin day
#kevin day #psu foxes #palmetto foxes #exy #poetry #palmetto #edgar allen university #web weave
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So, hot take I guess, but Jinafire Long evolving from wearing what is essentially just an orientalist dress to wearing normal clothes is a massive upgrade.
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aemongainer76 · 2 months
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I love eating so much😍
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hood-ex · 1 year
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Dick got his legs burned by acid!! And nearly!! Bled out!! Let's go!!
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Batman/Superman: World's Finest #15
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imagineitdearies · 4 months
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I am so curious about what is going through Cazador mind when the subject is Tyrus, cause wtf.
My theory is that friend his old master killed and then impaled Cazador for 11 years
Like, he's living viciously through Tyrus the fantasy that ok,maybe his friend wasn't able to rescue him,but he is alive and support him in this hell making everything a little bit better.But this projection is on a subconscious level.
For a moment due to the interactions with Amanita I thought hmmm Tyrus would be the perfect heir, obedient as fuck and not rebellious,and like he is the most like the other spawn that behaves like the family role that was imposed on him if you understand me? He behaves like a son.But again,Tyrus was made to be consumed.
And what is this family talk? Why is he so insistent on that..To be honest it's totally impractical, in the game until the last moments he was insistent on saying that he and the seven spawns are family , as if two seconds ago he wasn't saying that Astarion was made to be consumed, but ok,and it's not like when he lied saying that the seven would gain ascension out of pure cruelty, it's purely impractical no one believes they are family, there is no psychological horror on their part of torturing a sibling.
I think the motive that Cazador is so adamant of the family business is conected to why he transformed amanita and the way he treats Tyrus, anyway RIP Cazador you would have loved Freud.
But again I am probally wrong as fuck.
~Regarding my fic Perfect Slaughter (Astarion x Tav, Astarion backstory-centric)~
Hi anon!! Thanks so much for this question. Cazador had two very objective, practical reasons for turning Tyrus. One, as we know, was for Tyrus's promising necromantic talents. The second will get revealed at the end of part two!
But he also had a third, more....nebulous reason, and I think your conjecture is right on track. In my opinion, Cazador likes to see himself as a very caring, long-suffering, reasonable master. In comparison to his sire, Cazador would say he is benevolent and merciful. And in my fic at least, Vellioth was confirmed by Amanita as a relative of Cazador's, so his obsession with 'family' and enforcing the idea on his spawn (in a twisted, sick way) stems from his resentment of his actual family treating him so terribly. He's replaying his own trauma to some extent, except 'improving' upon it and being the one with all the power this time. I agree that there's some contradiction to calling his spawn family but also saying they are a consumable means to an end--but honestly I love that Cazador contradicts himself there. It shows just how fucked up his perception of what family is has become. Everything becomes about power and control to an abuser.
The Szarrs seem to turn at least one family member into a vampire per generation (see Amanita's journal about her family rites), so Cazador turning Amanita is the usual order of business. But turning her so young? I think this says a few things: 1) though he upheld family tradition, Cazador still had to have a little extra power over his 'heir,' 2) he found every other option from his family line too threatening, 3) on some level, he is attached to the idea of 'fatherhood' and influencing those he has power over, not just controlling them. Not that Amanita has turned out to be that easy to influence anyway 😂
Cazador's feelings about Tyrus are nearly as complicated as they are about Astarion. Tyrus potentially being the 'perfect son' for him is not far off--he's incredibly useful (no matter how Cazador downplays it) and outwardly respectful, he's thoughtful and careful besides being beautiful and young as all Cazador's spawn need to be. Tyrus's only flaw thus far is his weakness for Astarion, which....Cazador can relate to, let's be real lol. And as Tyrus has realized in the recent chapter, Cazador can now use their growing bond to better rein in Astarion and motivate Tyrus to work even harder for him. Unlike Vellioth, Cazador believes love can be useful. I think he'll forever resent his master for killing that friend, you're right, so he's always trying to toe that line: give just the right amount and type of fear and pain into his spawn so that they're easy to control, but not enough to make them angry and dangerous like he became.
Cazador would have felt VERY called out by Freud 😂
Thank you for this lovely ask, it was wonderful to write out these thoughts that have been mostly just bouncing around in my skull as I write Cazador in PS! In chapter 16, we'll get a little peek into Cazador's thoughts and motivations too, so watch out for that!
Happy holidays everyone 🥰🥰
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miadearden · 10 months
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ga #3 implying that the arrowfam cause a world disaster that kills billions of people
good for them tbh
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jorvikpov · 7 months
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While you turned your eyes away for what felt like no more than a moment, the island stepped away from the firm, safe embrace of summer and into autumn’s melancholy gold. Now, the sun hangs low in the sky even though the evening is still early, and its golden beams shine with as much warmth it could possibly muster over the southwestern ocean. A gentle wind blows along the shore, rustling every leaf and every blade of grass in its way, and despite your coat you shiver just a little.
You do not think of how she would have loved this evening. You do not think of how she might have been standing right where you are, watching the last rays of sun slowly disappear from the ruins’ stone walls, or how she might have sat in her kitchen over a cup of tea lit up by the golden evening light, or how she might have been tending to her garden in the ever-colder breeze, taking special care of the roses as their bloom slowly came to an end. By now, of course, they have already wilted, but it was all too early this year. The gardeners knew something was terribly, terribly wrong, they said, when overnight their rose bushes withered and died, their thriving garden suddenly no more than a mess of crumpled, brown decay.
The ruins are filled with all those who loved her and all those she loved. At the edge of the cliff overlooking the Jarl’s tomb and spilling out into the meadow of wildflowers stands, secluded, a large group of Druids clad in the same sort of silvery grey robes as always, hoods pulled up further and hems sewn longer than you have ever seen before. By what once was the corner of the Abbey stands the stargazer—or, as he would prefer to be known today, Elizabeth’s closest friend—with his gaze fixed on the darkest point of the sky and something like anticipation in his eyes, as if expecting to see a constellation that wasn’t there before. The innermost circle of the Keepers of Aideen has gathered around the central altar, so completely and entirely silent that they are a stark contrast to even the rest of the gathering, and in the centre of the half-circle they form lies a lone red rose. It bloomed this morning in the lovingly cared for wild bushes outside her cottage, one of its kind in the crowd of withered flowers surrounding it, and it will remain bright for as long as it is remembered and loved.
Even long after the memorial ends and the sun sets, your group of five remains on the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea. When you finally leave, all of the Abbey’s candles have long since burnt out, the stars are so bright and countless that all of them cannot possibly have been there before, and left behind on one of the many memorial stones is a small, pink crystal.
By morning, even though it is far too early for the seasons to change, the wind will have turned and brought in a thick, chilling fog, and every one of Jorvik’s countless trees will be a vibrant shade of yellow. You will hear it, then, as a whisper in the rustling leaves, just as clearly as you will feel it in the sting of cold morning air in your lungs and see it in afternoon’s golden sunbeams disappearing over the horizon far too soon: even the island itself cannot remain the same without her.
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seniouesbabes · 7 months
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Lily Maymac 🌸🍒💋🌸 Isn’t she just @louisvuitton @louisvuittonluxury
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skrunksthatwunk · 10 months
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i finished doom (2016) tonight and couldn't hear the credit music even when i turned up the volume so i added my own. here's an approximate recreation of that experience
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DC forgot to show us but they made out after this, trust me
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non-un-topo · 14 hours
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Might fuck around and have a mental breakdown today
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aemongainer76 · 1 month
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Drinking gainer shake
Longer version on patreon:
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wildfandom · 6 months
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FIRST DAY OF T BABEY
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