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#Bed Station I
zegalba · 10 months
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H.R. Giger: 'Bed Station I' (1976)
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maretriarch · 1 month
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Just in time for 4/13 here's the second line of my r63 dolls, this time CREEPover themed with bonus accessories! in an ideal world they would come in adorable recuperacoon shaped packaging. and probably a sopor slime making kit because kids love slime. which one are YOU picking up from your local Goreget today?
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greengirllover · 14 days
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“she’s a vampire who kidnaps and kills people”
god forbid my wife has hobbies 🙄 women can’t even have extracurricular activities now dude 🙄
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dizzybevvie · 7 days
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You're the sunflower/I think your love would be too much
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trashburgersblair · 8 months
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We need to complete the podcast eye imagery rainbow
red: Hello from the Hallowoods/Hi Nay
orange: Station Acadia/The Amelia Project/The Children of Room 56
yellow: Malevolent
green: The Magnus Archives/Radio Other
blue: Unseen
purple: Welcome to Night Vale
bonus-
pink:
brown: Blake Skye, PI
white: On Asphalt Bones/Red Valley
black: The Finder's Keeper
Help me increase the rainbow, give your podcast eye imagery
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cargopantsprentiss · 1 month
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Reasons Maya Bishop is my favourite (unintentional) Autism rep on TV:
- She has such a special interest in fire that it is basically the *only* thing she’s interested in, besides fitness (which is also linked into her job)
- Used to literally schedule a day of the week for hook-ups
- Incredibly literal - Carina asking her where diapers are, she answered with their location and then continued what she was doing
- Blunt/rude/often needs friends/Carina to clarify what they need from her
- Have you seen her converse with a baby????
- Too much time around people? She needs to run by herself for a while
- Remember that time she couldn’t go for a physical run so she ran in her head instead?
- Has had the same bedding the entire series which leads me to think she has two of the same
- Gets very stressed when things are changed in her home - when Andy moved in, when Carina moved in - but is bad at explaining why
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rillette · 2 years
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Pretty boy! Everyone you draw is so pretty lmao
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TYSM!!! That's very sweet of you to say! T^T <3 <3 <3
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pippuns · 2 years
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idk anything about pokemon but i love the girl whit her two special boys they are so Silly & Goofy
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they are SO silly and goofy!! i care them so much
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jmflowers · 1 month
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prompt #25: picky eater
There's a reason I wrote baby Bea as always being handed fruit... This one is in my 'destined to be expanded' collection for AO3 because there's still more I planned to say on the topic.
More of Hygge Universe can be found on tumblr and AO3!
January 2025
"Your son is an American," Carina declares loudly as she storms into the station beanery.
The team is still mostly corralled around the table, remnants of a dinner they were actually able to sit down and enjoy spread across the kitchen and on a few abandoned plates.
Vic and Ben have already risen to begin on cleanup, rinsing dishes and packing leftovers into containers at the island. Vic, though, halts her movements immediately when she spots Andrea in Carina’s arms.
“Baby A!” she cries excitedly, hands thrown up in the air in delight.
It draws everyone else’s attention, a chorus of greetings called out to the littlest Deluca-Bishop – just as they do each time Pru or any of the other firefighters’ kids enter the station.
They don’t seem to zero-in on Carina as sharply as Maya does, though.
Carina looks frazzled. Her hair has started falling loose from the braid that trails down her back and her cheeks are flushed with her obvious frustration. There’s a stain on her shirt that Maya isn’t entirely sure Carina’s even aware of, spread across her stomach in a shape oddly reminiscent of a tiny, greasy handprint.
She unceremoniously deposits their aforementioned son on the table in front of Maya. “He will not eat real food,” she proclaims, apparently ignoring the raucous of joviality around them.
Andrea, as serious as ever, grins only when he recognizes his mommy. “’Mee,” he whispers, gently patting her hand.
He’s not great with noise, Maya knows, nor very accustomed to being on the receiving end of his mama’s true Italian fury. He might be the only person on Earth who’s never gotten one of her looks.
But then again, he’s not yet two.
“He will not eat fruit or bread or cheese or –” Carina continues, listing off the entire contents of their kitchen as she rambles angrily, foot stomping as though it’s keeping tempo. She swaps from English to Italian and back again as the momentum of her frustration rises.
Andrea eyes her warily, clearly out of his depth.
Maya doesn’t blame him – even the firefighters seated around them seem unsure of what to do. Other than disappear, which they quietly start doing, depositing their empty plates on the counter before slipping through the doors behind Carina’s back.
Except for Vic, who swoops in to lift Andrea off the table, cradling his head as she takes him into the lounge, away from the line of fire.
“All he will eat is ketchup! And chicken nuggets!” Carina finishes. “Che non è cibo. Come si può sopravvivere con il ketchup?” (That is not food. How would one survive on ketchup?)
“Okay,” Maya nods, recognizing the end of the onslaught of angered information. She gets up slowly, hands outstretched as though she’s surrendering.
Or approaching a wild animal.
Carina huffs, wiping at the hair that’s fallen across her forehead.
“Why don’t you feed him chicken nuggets and ketchup then,” Travis pipes up from the through the window in the lounge. There’s an audible thump and then an ow! as Vic apparently smacks him and then he disappears from the line of sight again.
Completely missing the glare that Carina throws in his direction. “We do not coddle the children!” she yells after him.
“Child,” Maya corrects quickly, “We don’t coddle the child.”
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mildmayfoxe · 15 days
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wild friday night baby i am getting into bed at 10pm
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miodiodavinci · 3 months
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collapses to the ground like a deflated balloon
#my god#stage one is finally complete . . . . . . . .#if you can recall that poll i reblogged about passing out#that important contact i received was mr. seto of the vocaloid team#who messaged me asking about a collaboration and quite literally nearly caused me to pass out#i read the message preview on my phone#stood up#saw stars#and collapsed onto my bed and had to lay down for like. 10 minutes before my body would stop feeling distant and weak w#i similarly felt ready to pass out today when i sent a message to ask when the announcement tweet would be#and they tweeted it. immediately after w#no joke rice and i were scrambling behind the scenes to get our act together and figure out what we wanted to say KHGJGSJKFHGKJ#all the while screaming because yamaha said they'd be posting it on valentine's day and we thought they meant our timezone w#because the whole point of this collab was to get the zolas more well known in the english-speaking sphere w#EITHER WAY#i am. so so tired and now i need to pass out so i can get enough sleep before more internship tomorrow w#which is heating up because my seminar professor wants a detailed plan of my final project goals This Friday#but my mentor won't know anything about where to fit that in until Thursday at the earliest#and my supervisor just hounded me over email to coordinate with the two other people at my station and choose an activity to lead#but that requires. planning. that our mentors won't have until thursday........#perishing . . . . . .
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lacallemojada · 2 years
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Maya and Carina //  Everybody Says Don't
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dimonds456 · 7 months
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thinking about freehoun so bad tonight oughhhhhhhhhhhh
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britomart · 1 year
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Marcus: hey, if Captain Sheridan were a vampire, what would he eat?
Ivanova: Marcus, I swear to whatever higher power there may be- if you say “blood oranges” I will take a week’s worth of personal days.
Marcus: it’s… blood oranges.
[Ivanova immediately pulls out a travel pillow and sleeping mask]
Ivanova: well, it’s no big, fancy, four-poster bed with a garden view, but it’s a start. see you later!
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girlblogger87 · 9 days
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The thought that I might never be this pretty and skinny again and waste my life locked away because of it kills me.
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