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[dischordantcerebralballistics]

Russian 🇷🇺 model and blogger Elina Karimova. 💕💕

[saydesole]

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@tylerbotteri

[15-lizards]

Wedding dresses!!!

Cersei! Seylse florent! Cateyln and Lysa Tully! And maegery pleasssseee

Cersei wore red and gold to her wedding absolutely no question. I couldn’t find any gaudier Tudor-esque gowns but just imagine a skirt two times bigger, a waist three times smaller, and about a thousand more embroidered lions. Sleeves that drag the ground and big shoulder puffs, and a thousand little rubies stitched in

Stanlyse probably had the most flop noble wedding in all of Westeros. Seylse was allowed to pick one plain fitted kirtle and a loose sleeveless surcoat/tabard to go on top of it and that’s it. And everyone in the Sept saw her in her wimple/veil and was like why is she getting married she should be at the motherhouse

Do you guys think Cat and Lysa had matching dresses during their dual wedding…cries. Typical flowing riverlander gowns with long trumpet sleeves and knotted belts, with a white veil and circlet to top it all off, but each dress is quartered with Tully colors and the house they were marrying into.

Margaery is soooo wearing the latest fashion from the reach to her wedding. Not just to assert Tyrell dominance over the Lans she just thinks they’re cuter. High high waist and puffed sleeves and so much skirt, and all of it has floral patterns or embroidered in silk trim if the dress isn’t made of pure silk already. Princess Diana of Westeros

[dailypokemoncrochet]

is there a way aside from having a tension ring to make crochet less hand-hurty (so to speak)? its something i wish to learn but i have chronic hand+wrist pain, so even just making a simple chain (the only thing i learned so far) can leave my hands hurting for over a day

love the mons and your drive to make all of them btw <3 def something any true pkmn fan would look at and go damn you rule

actually, one more question: how long have you been crocheting in general and when did you first start the mons? im curious now owo

Honestly, if making a chain hurts to that degree, I'm not sure how helpful my advice would be. My hand/wrist/arm pain was only ever situational when I crocheted for hours on end, for weeks, with little to no real breaks.

That said, what helps me is doing stretches specifically for knitters/crocheters or for carpal tunnel (there's a lot of overlap), and taking a break every hour or so (physically putting down the crochet and doing another non-arm intensive activity).

Aside from the tension ring, I've also got this ergonomic crochet hook handle (Amazon link) that helps because the round shape means my hand stays in a more "relaxed" position. I crochet with the handle in the palm of my hand (knife grip), so if you crochet another way (like pencil grip), it might not work as well.

I've been crocheting since around 2011-12 I think, so 12 years now. I made a few Pokemon around that time and for a few years, but in a different style than what I do now (some tagged under #older pokes). I started this project officially on May 1 2017 with the goal of crocheting each Pokemon as a small amigurumi. It's been 7 years of on-and-off crocheting towards that goal!

[what-have-i-unleashed]

you'll never take the blame like me

killer sees a familiar face. he's not happy about it.

(cw: off-screen minor character death, violence (because it's killer))

it's a pretty uneventful job all in all. the guy killer managed to lure into an alleyway behind a bar wasn't exactly a screamer. he struggled for a mere two minutes before giving up and resigning to his fate. it was honestly sad to witness, and here killer has thought that the human's indomitable will was an actual thing that he might be able to scare this guy into.

whatever. killer figures he shouldn't care about some prick who regularly terrorized monsters in the neighborhood anyway. at least this universe is marginally better now.

but to be honest, killer is starting to get bored with the killings. it was the most fun in the beginning, but over time he's started to predict what his victims are going to do, what they're going to say. trying to run away, pleading with him to no avail, threatening to call the cops. meh, it's so rote. the surprises he got were far and few between, but his boos were the most fun. they are also the few who escaped his homicidal intents intact. compared to them, his other victims are just not up to standards, sadly.

killer walks into the bar's kitchen and rummages through the cupboard to find any baking soda and vinegar. check and check. he washes the blood of his favorite knife in the sink then mixes the baking soda and vinegar together. after putting his knife into the mixture to let it wash off any blood stains, killer sits on a countertop and starts scrolling through his phone. first, quick message to his boo number one.

knife guy finished last: heya cinnabunny, gonna come over your place tonight (･ω<) evil toast: k. ill get cleaning supplies knife guy finished last: omg thanks so much babe <3

grinning, killer waits for a few minutes to see if he gets any reply back before opening his message to his boo number two, all the while cleaning his knife with water and soap again.

rattling raccoon: will be at murder's place tonight. wanna come, honey boo? power ranger: stop calling me that power ranger: wtf did you change my name power ranger: nvm power ranger: yeah i'm coming rattling raccoon: haha sure u will ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) power ranger: i'm blocking you rattling raccoon: noooo i'm just joking (>_<) rattling raccoon: ... maybe power ranger: fine. i'm not inviting you to the cookout rattling raccoon: wait what cookout rattling raccoon: babe what cookout???

as killer gets out of the bar and into the alleyway, all the while texting on his phone, he senses it - the too-familiar feeling of someone watching him. casually putting away his phone, he leans against the wall, waiting for his secret admirer to come out of the shadows.

"come on. i know you're there. don't be shy now," he calls out, idly spinning his knife like a fidget toy.

the shadows shift as someone steps out, and killer forces his shoulders to be relaxed as he sees who it is. oh great, it's that guy. color, or whatever name he goes by nowadays. they're all sanses to him anyway.

"you again, huh?" killer muses, his eyesocket giving an involuntary twitch. "do you even know when to give up?"

"i'm just passing by," color smiles hesitantly. "you don't look busy. i just want to say hello."

"hmm no. not interested," killer tosses back and starts walking out of the alleyway. he's got to about five steps when color shortcuts in front of him, making him stop in his track.

"killer-" color starts, but killer cuts him off quickly.

"listen, whatever you're gonna evangelize about, i don't want to hear it," he puts his hands along side his knife inside his pockets. "how many times do i have to tell you? i'm not him."

"i know," color says forlornly. killer would almost feel bad for the guy, if it wasn't for the fact that he's standing in his way right now, dragging around that baggage of his that killer doesn't want to touch with a ten-foot pole.

"then why are you here?" he asks, trying to look as unconcerned as he can. his unwanted visitor looks at him with an undecipherable expression on his face before replying.

"things are... happening - big things. i just want to warn you beforehand, as a courtesy. no strings attached, i promise."

that's the thing about color. he's infuriatingly attuned to killer's wants and needs, almost to a creepy degree. he knows what to say to killer, and he knows what to do with him. killer can see why any other version of him would be interested in the guy, but he won't. even when his script is telling him to. even when his entire being is forcibly drawn to the alluring prospect of completing his happy ending.

(no. never again.

he will carve his own path. his own happy ending.

no one controls him. no one.)

"spill then. quickly. i have other things to tend to."

killer can tell color is curious, but he remains tight-lipped about his private life as always. let color guess what the serial killer does in his free time - that'll keep him busy for a bit.

"something is brewing across the n2-verse cluster. no one's got a clue what it is yet, but important people are missing, lodestars and the like. some sectors are turning destabilized, dragging other neighboring ones in the collapse too."

shit, that doesn't sound good. "it's not an error thing?"

"core frisk doesn't think so. errors are conspicuous - at least the ones we know are. there would have been tampering signs otherwise."

"n2..." killer hums. "so it's just near here." one more thing to worry about, he supposes.

"yeah. i'm just telling you to be careful," color fidgets with something under his coat. "you're an anomaly. killer variants are under more surveillance now per new emergency protocols. capture on sight."

"heh, when aren't we?" killer smirks, though his soul is beating faster than normal. color is right - this cannot be good. it will interfere with much of his work, both his personal leisure activities and his tasks with his mysterious benefactor. not to mention, his meetings with both of his friends-with-benefits. he probably needs to lay low for a while, which is not exactly something he copes with well historically.

"is that all?" killer asks, a bit wary when color shakes his head.

"... there's another thing," color says, but he's hesitant. killer braces himself, and he knows color can tell, infuriatingly enough. "your soul... how is it?"

"what," killer utters with a dead smile on his face. he tilts his head, his face half-morphed into the scary face he's been told to possess. "are you asking me out?"

"no!" color squawks, his face burning with embarrassment. "it's just- it's that- with my killer-"

"okay that's it," killer cuts him off. "i think i heard enough. can i go now?"

"... yeah, you can go."

with that, killer shortcuts to behind color and starts walking away. but not before the colorful skeleton monster has to have the last words.

"you know that you can trust me to help you, right?"

those familiar words again, and they make killer's soul pulse with something. yearning, he thinks. it's a longing of a hundred lives before him, something he has sworn to never walk again. so he squares his shoulders and briskly walks away. away from color. away from his nonexistent past and predestined future. only the present is worth his dedication.

he'll carve his own path from now on.

[r08s]

[walkingwiththewinds]

me and my friend torntapestryhollowchest made a lot of sand wiches today

[vintageandroid]

Ever wonder what blogging professionally is like? Here's my entire editing process for my 18+ blog Queer Earthling:

•Write the thing. Go over it a couple times. Send it to partner. Fix whatever they found. Put it away and don't touch until tomorrow.

•Open the thing. Edit a bunch. Remove a ton of semicolons and ellipses. Shorten some sentences. WHY ARE YOU SO LONG-WINDED? Put it away.

•Think about a funny thing you should put in there while you're in the shower. Frantically open it before you forget. Rework an entire paragraph around the joke. Put it away.

•Open it again. Do another thorough edit. Wonder how you're still so long-winded. Make sure it's exactly what you want. Put in links and make sure your affiliate links are correct. Plan where to include photos.

•Paste it into the blogging platform. Edit again because things look different in a different font. Put in those photos, do alt text for accessibility. Put in your content warnings and your ending stuff with your links and Patreon links. Mark your sponsored links in the HTML unless you forget.

•Post it. Feel a sense of relief. Do all of your social media links so people find your new blog post. Try to remember if you forgot any social media. You probably did.

•Open it again to look at your hard work. Read it in its entirety, trying to read it as though you were a new blog reader and not yourself.

•Find three typos.

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[ticketmastersince2k4]

Just the Ticket #161: Goosebumps & Haunted Halloween

Happy Halloween, Ticketholders!

What better way to end R.L. Stine October on Throwback Thursday than with a double-feature monster overload based on a franchise from my childhood: the Goosebumps movies!

Welcome backward, and enjoy!

Also, Vampire Survivors will be dropping a massive Castlevania DLC some time today, so I'll be playing that later, and experiment with recording gameplay footage.

[tidesfate]

Being a single mother is hard when your an eldritch mass of tentacles and eyes with a million floating eyeball kids

[saydesole]

Rainstorm

You get the best sleep from a rainstorm 🖤

[non-conventionnel]

[ngtskynebula]

There's Tumblr girls and Instagram girls... what about the Google Plus girls? The Dreamwidth girls? 🤔

[carlocarrasco]

More than 400 senior citizens vaccinated for pneumonia in Barangay BF International-CAA, Las Piñas City

Recently in the City of Las Piñas, over four hundred senior citizens availed of the free pneumonia vaccines during the local vaccination program held at Barangay BF International-CAA, the City Government announced via social media. To put things in perspective, posted below is an excerpt from the City Government’s announcement. Some parts in boldface… The City Health Office, under the…

[blogsmartbook]

Όσο μεγαλώνω συνειδητοποιώ ότι δεν μπορώ να ασχολούμαι πλέον με χαζά. Με «σου είπα και μου είπες».

Όσο μεγαλώνω, συνειδητοποιώ ότι δεν μπορώ να αλλάξω την γνώμη κανενός. Καθένας στο τέλος κάνει, αυτό που έχει στο μυαλό του.

Όσο μεγαλώνω, συνειδητοποιώ, πώς δεν είμαι ο «κάποιος» που νόμιζα πως ήμουν κάποτε. Και έτσι χαμηλώνω λίγο το κεφάλι και αφήνω να μιλήσει και ο Θεός.

Όσο μεγαλώνω βλέπω πως λιγοστεύει ο χρόνος μου. Και ψάχνω περισσότερο σε αγάπη και σε βοήθεια στον διπλανό να επενδύσω.

Όσο μεγαλώνω, δε θέλω πράγματα περίπλοκα για να είμαι πια καλά. Μια εκκλησιά, λίγο κρασί, λίγο ουρανό και τους ανθρώπους που αγαπάω για παρέα.

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