#Flickering Lights
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star-trekster · 2 days ago
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⭐️Sparkle on Wednesday, B’Elanna Voyager Special ⭐️
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angelamcss · 4 months ago
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2.02 | 2.05
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maines · 1 month ago
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WANDAVISION 1.08 | AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.05
if only you would teach me! help me, please!
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hermit-frog · 6 months ago
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Louis draws a line at incest  
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cannibalismposting · 1 month ago
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Don't ask me about any colors
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⚡ ~ Plasma ~ ⚡ (Rihard-Clement-Ciprian Diac)
(Credit if you use!!!) (kofi)
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gummi-stims · 5 days ago
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Bug pins by venomfencer on tiktok!
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onlytiktoks · 5 months ago
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joehills · 1 year ago
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Just dropped off the HermitCraft TCG cards at an international shipping depot poorly lit by flickering and failed fluorescent lights.
As I was leaving, a lady entered carrying a two-foot-tall yellow wooden obelisk, as wide as a fire hydrant, with metal-reinforcements on its edges, by its metal lantern handle screwed onto the top.
The faces of obelisk had spray-paint stenciled onto them “SHIP DRY” in large red text.
I am curious what object or material you would transport in packaging like that. Any ideas?
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adventuresofalgy · 22 days ago
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The nights were drawing in* rapidly now in the wild west Highlands of Scotland, and Algy knew that the months of darkness had arrived. And as the days grew shorter and dimmer, the physical world began to seem stranger and increasingly less distinct; when the light was low it was really quite common to see things that might – or perhaps might not – be there…
While out and about in the gloaming at this particular time of year, Algy had often noticed that eldritch shapes and forms seemed to loom up out of the twilight, or skitter about on the periphery of his vision, and wee flickering lights could sometimes be seen in the blackness of the long, dark nights, where no light should be shining at all. And he had generally found that it was quite impossible to determine whether these phenomena were real or not… whatever that might mean…
So when Algy discovered a patch of shiny red and yellow toadstools which seemed to have popped up out of nowhere overnight, and sat down to study them more closely as the day drew to a close, he was not particularly surprised to observe certain uncanny effects…
But while a fluffy bird may safely take these experiences in his stride – or indeed, in his flight – without undue concern, his human friends who inhabit the ancient lands of darkness are perhaps better advised to follow the poet's advice at this eerie and inhospitable time of year, and stay cosily indoors with their friends, beside a good, warm fire:
Now at our casement the wind is shrilling, Poignant and keen And all the great boughs of the pines between It is harping a lone and hungering strain To the eldritch weeping of the rain; And then to the wild, wet valley flying It is seeking, sighing, Something lost in the summer olden. When night was silver and day was golden; But out on the shore the waves are moaning With ancient and never fulfilled desire, And the spirits of all the empty spaces, Of all the dark and haunted places, With the rain and the wind on their death-white faces, Come to the lure of our leaping fire. But we bar them out with this rose-red splendor From our blithe domain, And drown the whimper of wind and rain With undaunted laughter, echoing long, Cheery old tale and gay old song; Ours is the joyance of ripe fruition, Attained ambition. Ours is the treasure of tested loving, Friendship that needs no further proving; No more of springtime hopes, sweet and uncertain, Here we have largess of summer in fee­ Pile high the logs till the flame be leaping, At bay the chill of the autumn keeping, While pilgrim-wise, we may go a-reaping In the fairest meadow of memory!
[Algy is reciting the poem By an Autumn Fire by the late 19th/early 20th century Canadian author Lucy Maud Montgomery.]
*Note: Algy believes that this idiom may not be widely used outside Britain, and therefore refers any reader who may be puzzled to this entry in the Collins online dictionary.
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the-arcade-doctor · 8 months ago
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JACKPOT TIME!
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star-trekster · 10 months ago
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🌟SPARKLE ON ITS WEDNESDAY (tuvok edition!)🌟
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angelamcss · 5 months ago
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dat4l0re · 2 years ago
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hermit-frog · 5 months ago
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Armand, the scared child who needs protection
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gasstationpopcorn · 8 months ago
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