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prommytheus · 1 year
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nothing like actually NOTHING makes me more enraged than how game production companies violently refuse to preserve or port their older games at all. thats insane they have no reason to refuse to port their own games to updated systems. YOU COULD BE MAKING FUCKING BANK RIGHT NOW OFF OF PORTS OF OLD SONIC GAMES OR WHATEVER BUT NOOOO YOURE JUST TOO MUCH OF A LAZY SHITFUCK ASSHOLE TO DO SHIT FUCK YOUFUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCKYOU
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foxships · 4 months
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Honestly, I can't decide if I want HSR!Sanura to date both Kafka and Hanya or make a separate s/i to date Hanya?? Just because Kafka is a Wanted Criminal and Hanya is a judge of the Ten-Lords Commission. And also this s/i just hangs around with heliobi all day LOLLLLLLLL
but it took me so long to design this s/i and i'm already probably gonna be making another one to kiss Black Swan aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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clausmotherthree · 7 months
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WALLAAAAAACE
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texasbama · 1 year
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Skai Jackson as Janet 😍🔥
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hoosbandewan · 3 months
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via hbogoasia on TikTok 🐉
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hood-ex · 1 month
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Love that Dick immediately hugged Donna and offered to help her after she revealed why she didn't accept Terry's marriage proposal just yet.
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The New Teen Titans (Vol. 1) #31
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famousfive · 1 year
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"Ich kann besser schlafen, wenn ich weiß, dass dir nichts passiert."
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gentil-minou · 2 years
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YEAH SURE GREET YOUR REGULAR FRIENDS WITH A FIST BUMP
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BUT YOUR SPECIAL FRIEND MARINETTE GETS A LA BISE AND A BLUSH MMMMMMHM
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bougiebutchbitch · 1 year
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I walk into the fandom
I whisper the Forbidden Truths: Kakashi has no ass
I leave
earthquakes, fire, brimstone in my wake
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jennamacaroni · 6 months
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i just finished reading a novel about time travel and now my hacks trime travel au feels are back with a vengeance gdi
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lionfloss · 1 year
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I’m haunted by the anon that said “if there weren’t dog breeders there would be no more dogs.” I think about it all the time and it makes me just 🫣😂🫠
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kvothes · 2 months
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new 91w content… maybe cas was right maybe good things do happen
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alliluyevas · 1 year
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next stop was the Beehive House (on the right) and the Lion House (which isn’t open to the public but is right next door)—Brigham Young’s residences.
I feel very grateful that we got a tour guide who obviously knew a lot about the house and its residents and acknowledged the polygamist elephant in the room, because apparently not all of them do. The Beehive House was BY’s official residence as church president, where he had his office and personal bedroom and hosted visitors. The Lion House was where most of his wives lived—each window was a separate apartment with a wife’s bedroom and one for her children, with communal rooms for cooking and eating. There are 14 separate apartments. I actually did not know that there was one wife that lived in the Beehive House permanently—I knew that some wives lived separately, but apparently Lucy Decker Young (BY’s first plural wife) was the “official hostess” (according to our tour guide, his legal wife Mary Ann was shy and didn’t enjoy hosting) and lived in the Beehive House along with her seven kids. I feel like this gave me a bit more to ponder about with the family dynamic—it must have been a bit odd for Lucy’s children to be the only ones living full time under the same roof as their father, though of course their dozens of half-siblings were right next door.
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Brigham’s bedroom
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Lucy’s bedroom (the doll on the little chair belonged to her youngest child, Clarissa, born in 1860)
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Smaller downstairs sitting room and larger upstairs “long hall”. The carpets are not original but the furniture is, apparently. The children’s bedrooms are not furnished but apparently the girls slept on the second floor, which was heated in the winter but stifling in the summer, and the boys slept in the attic, which was cold in the winter, and on the roof in the summer.
This is most of the Young-era Beehive House (dining room and kitchen are closed rn), but there was a later addition that I’ll discuss in a reblog!
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britneyshakespeare · 10 months
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I HOPE JAMES AND LOGAN CAN STILL BACKFLIP
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hood-ex · 1 year
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Dick after regaining his secret identity: Phew, the world doesn't remember who I am anymore.
Dick in the current Nightwing run: Hey, world, it's me! Dick Grayson!
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She didn’t move like a monster. That thought, feeble and insubstantial and utterly irrelevant though it was, sprang first to your mind as she rose from the water. She lacked the indolent sway of a stalking predator, the lazy ripple of coiled muscle and padded paws. She lacked the jerking, twitching marionette motion of the River creatures, those discarded dregs of soul that had gone so long without a body they scarcely remembered how to move.  She moved like water. Smooth and slow and graceful in its inevitability. Her steps were steady, rhythmic and slow. The gentle waves of her now-melted prison lapped at her sides, fell away to nip at her heels before retreating as she found purchase on the cold stone beside the pool.  She wore a simple white frock, as plain as one of your own nightdresses, its salt-sodden hem swirling about the delicate knobs of her ankles. The dark curls you’d spent many a shameful afternoon imagining brushing smooth framed her pallid, perfect face in tangled snarls.   And that face. You’d thought you had it memorized, after all of your secret vigils spent by her side, tracing the lines of her with your gaze but never daring to touch. But you found yourself stunned into frozen silence at the sight of those lamplight eyes, fever-bright, aware and alive and hungry.  The lovely bow of her lip quirked up, just a bit, as her eyes fell at last upon you. Then a bit more. Then all at once, in a grimacing flash of broken, pointed teeth, she smiled.
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