#merchandice

[bakathief]

Today I got one package from Japak and it had the passports of the main cast and I find it hilarious what they printed in Amuro‘s passport 😂 👏

[rawlinacademia]

Why has Tumblr introduced all this merchandise?????

HUHH ...Don't you see I am broke...

who wants to help a sister in need? 😭😭😭

[puppetsoftomorrow]

i think the legends wld do that trend where u get ur friends embarrasing t-shirts / phone cases before u go on holiday but they do it before a crossover and sara gets photographed beating up an alien wearing a t-shirt which says "looking for hot milfs in your area". it becomes a meme.

[puninyan-wibwob]

I really should have bought yokai watch merch when it had just started out in Brasil, now I fucking regret not buying all that I could

[byrdffv]

fuck you, pyramid steve headcanons

so hes like bill but less fucked up

He's still an 'antagonist' but more in a 'yeah sure ill mess with these people a bit why not that sounds fun'

His parents are very alive but they live in another dimension so he only sees them on holidays

Sells off brand merchandice and pirated movies in his free time

also claims to 'sell divorce' but no one knows what that means

Im realising now ive kind of just made him spamton-coded bill

Hes lived a very, very long time, not quite as long as bill but quite a while, as a result hes a bit 'out of touch' with humans.

He doesnt need to eat but he likes occasionally eating various inedible materials, copper is one of the elements on earth that he's particularly a fan of

would not do weirdmageddon but would definitely do the whole dream demon thing, but instead of manipulating people he just confuses them with shapes and colours

most people who meet him just think he was some weird drug hallucination they somehow got, so hes not nearly as popular as bill

from a similar dimension as euclydia, but not quite (maybe exwhylia???) he somehow left (to go 'find work in the city!' he said to his family) and has been to quite a few different dimensions at this point, hes been arrested in at least 2 of them

His favourite colour is magenta

one time in the 1800s someone walked up to him from behind and he got spooked and accidentally snapped their entire spinal cord using magic, killing them instantly. he has never told anyone about this and would like to forget about it

has a habit of forgetting and mixing up names a lot, sometimes even his own. one time he accidentally inroduced himself as steph and he will never live it down

doesnt have gender, the first human he met just assumed he was male and he just was like 'i guess i am now then'

his 'body' would be like a plastic-y silicon texture, as opposed to bills metallic stone

has met bill once, and bill HATES him, every now and then bill remembers that steve exists and deeply regrets not killing him instantly when he had the chance

He thinks bill is 'pretty weird honestly, but im sure he has his good aspects, yknow?'

[lunozapp]

'there isn't batz maru merchandice in the west because there just isn't a market for his dark and moody nature' BULLSHIT. FUCKING BULLSHIT. ATROCIOUS TAKE. HE'S ICONIC. HE'S RECOGNISABLE. HE'S CAPABLE OF FEELING ANY EMOTION. HE'S A BRILLIANT CONTRAST TO THE REST OF THE SANRIO CREW. AND DONT TELL ME KUROMI ALREADY FITS THAT NICHE BECAUSE KUROMI HATES ME. KUROMI KICKED MY TEETH IN AND TOLD ME BATDZ MARU WOULD NEVER APPEAL TO ANYONE OTHER THAN HIS MOTHER AND TO THAT I SAY BULLSHIT. HE WAS MY FAVOURITE. I KNOW AT LEAST ONE PERSON WHO HAS A BADTZ MARU KEYCHAIN. I saw a build-a-bear recently and in the window there was ALL OF THE MAIN SANRIO CAST EXCEPT FOR BATDZ MARU. EVEN KUROMI. WHO'S 5 YEAR OLD IS ASKING FOR A KUROMI BUILD A BEAR. I'LL TELL YOU WHO WOULD BE BUYING A BADTZ MARU BUILD A BEAR IF IT EXISTED: ME.

RECENTLY EVERYWHERE I GO WHERE THERES A TOURIST-TARGETING KNOCKOFF SHOP, THERE'S SANRIO MERCH OF EVERYONE BUT BADTZ MARU.

WHOEVER DECIDED TO EXCLUDE HIM IS GOING TO END UP ON THE NEWS WHEN I FIND THEM.

THIS IS WHY HE NEVER FUCKING SMILES

WE AS A SOCIETY NEVER GAVE HIM A FUCKING CHANCE

THE VICIOUS CYCLE CONTINUES: HE FROWNS. HE IS NEGLECTED. HE FROWNS ONCE MORE.

[bigasswritingmagnet]

But I Don't WANT to be a General

Fandom: Girl Genius Rating: G Summary: The town is unfrozen, and the rest of the generals are back. Dimo would like this to mean HE does not have to be a general any more.

It does not.

[Inspired by adiduk's very excellent fic, The General. They were not involved in the writing of this fic, which is not intended as a sequel.]

AO3 link!

Dimo had been summoned to the Jӓgerbüro.

People were always surprised to hear the generals did not meet in the Jӓgerhall, as if it wasn’t incredibly obvious what it would be like trying to have a serious discussion and sign paperwork while the Jӓger pack was drinking and carousing a floor below you.

The temptation to join in would be unbearable.  

Instead, the generals did their business in the Jӓgerbüro: a small, heavily-reinforced building directly at the foot of the road up to the castle. While the Jӓgers were gone, it had been turned into a souvenir shop. Currently, it was in the process of being very rapidly un-turned into a souvenir shop. The expeditiousness of the project was assisted by General Goomblast, who had hurled all the shelves of knickknacks out of the windows the second he set foot inside.

With the desperate, delusional hope of a man heading to the gallows telling himself there will be a last-minute pardon, Dimo considered the generals perhaps wanted a debrief of the last two years before releasing him back into the relatively worry-free status of a low-level officer.  

Oh, to let the words “supply lines” go back to being something that happened to someone else.

The shattered windows had been boarded up, which made the front room seem gloomy and oppressive. The büro’s former tenants were packing up their merchandice with speed, if not efficiency.  They barely spared Dimo a glance before pointing towards the large, black, metal door that led to the meeting room proper.

Dimo took a breath and knocked on the door, waited for the call of Vut hyu vant?, braced himself, and went inside.

Dimo had actually been in here a handful of times, back when he was new in the ranks and ran messages for the generals. It was more or less as he remembered it—decorations and furniture selected for the ability to survive both the ravages of time and being thrown at a wall, the heavy curtains to muffle sound, the safety lanterns that would put themselves out if they were knocked over during a discussion.

The generals were arranged around the long, dark table, watching him intently.

Dimo was somewhat surprised to see that Higgs had joined them. His position being what it was, it was rare for him to risk attracting attention by appearing in the company of the other generals. But here he was, tipping his chair back on two legs and puffing on his pipe, leaving only three chairs empty instead of the usual—

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait—

Three empty chairs, one for Øsk, out of respect; one for Zadipok, still missing; and one for--

Higgs raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh no.

Oh no.

“But Hy vasn’t even trying to be de general!” he burst out, practically wailing. “Hy vus just making sure tings happened!”  

“Ho yus,” Goomblast said, gravely. “Dots how it gets hyu. Vun minute, hyu is just doing vut needs to be done, and den suddenly, boom, hyu has a chair und everyvun is saluting hyu.”

Gkika shook her head.

“Terrible ting, de forst time dey salutes hyu.”

Khrizhan rose and put a friendly hand on Dimo’s shoulder. Gently but firmly, he began to steer Dimo towards one of the chairs. Dimo tried to dig his heels in, but Khrizhan was twice his size in nearly every direction, and so he simply slid along the floor towards the chair and its aura of inescapable responsibility.

“But—!”

Khrizhan picked Dimo up by the shoulders, lifted him up, and sat him down on the chair next to Koppelslav.

“But—!”

“Dots vut being a general is,” Zog said, not unkindly. “Hyu see vut has to be done, and hyu feel hyu has to do it.”  

“Hy didn’t heff to do it,” Dimo insisted, fighting the urge to whine. “Hy vus just de vun who got dere forst! Could heff been anybody!” 

“So why didn’t you wait for one them to do it?” Higgs asked.

Dimo opened his mouth to answer, and then abruptly closed it again. Why hadn’t he waited? There were plenty of other officers who’d made it out of Mechanicsburg—hell, Maxim had made it out. But Dimo hadn’t left it to one of them, because…because…

Because it hadn’t even occurred to him not to do it. It needed to be done. He could do it. So he had.

Dimo's shoulders slumped and he glared at Higgs. Instead of bursting into flames, the man's mouth quirked up at the corner ever so slightly. Koppelslav slapped Dimo on the back so genially it nearly knocked him right back out of the chair.

“Velcome aboard, brudder,” he said, grinning. “Dun vurry, hyu vill get over it in a few decades.”

Dimo groaned.

“Hokay,” Zog said, growing more serious. “Now ve gotta actually do tings. Forst thing forst, ve need to get an inventory of de veapons und supplies—”

Dimo rifled through his stack of papers and handed a few to him.

“Oh,” Zog said. “Den Hy guess ve gotta get a list of who ken still fight—”

Dimo passed him another sheaf of papers.

“List of de repairs ve still gotta make?” Gkika suggested. The papers made a thwap sound as Dimo tossed them onto the center of the table. Everyone stared at it.

“Vut supplies ve got in de caves and who’s moving it to de town,” Dimo said, and threw down the next report.

Thwap.

 “List of de dead.”

Thwap.

“List of all de guys who surrendered,”

Thwap.

“Vut shtuff ve took off of dem,”

Thwap.

“And vere ve keepink dem and vy hyu all looking at me like dat?” Dimo demanded, his voice rising dangerously close to hysterics. “Dis is vut ve vas talking about! Generals do de tings dat need to be done and Hy did dem! Dis isn’t even evryting Hy got, dis is just vut Hy could put togedder before de meeting!”

They stared at him. Even Higgs was surprised, his pipe drooping in shock.

Gkika burst out laughing.

“Vot?” Dimo demanded, anger starting to rise. “Vot’s so funny?”

“Hyu poor ting,” she cried, wiping at her eyes. “No vunder hyu dun vanna be a general!”

Koppelslav snatched the still very thick stack of papers from Dimo’s hand and began to flip through them, eyes going wider and wider.

“Look at dis, he efen got de damn budget balanced; ve haffen’t managed dot since Øsk died—expense reports? Hyu got dem to do expense reports? For two years?” He stared at Dimo in disbelief. “Red fire, boy, how hyu still got hyu brains between hyu ears?” 

“Wh—Hy—It…vus vot needed to be done?” Dimo said, hesitantly. He was not entirely sure what everyone was so worked up about. He looked to Higgs on his left, desperate for some kind of hint.

Higgs had relaxed back in his chair again. He took the pipe out of his mouth and said, quite calmly:

“You’ve been doing the work of seven generals for two and a half years.”

The table had gone quiet again. Dimo looked at the stack of reports. He looked at Higgs.

“So…Hy von’t haff to do all of dot by myself?”

Koppelslav threw his hands in the air, waving the reports wildly.

“Ve don’t even do all of dis!” he shouted.

“Yah, ve gon haff to teach hyu how to delegate,” Goomblast said.

Dimo stared at them. Then, with a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a sob of relief, he slumped forward onto the table and threw his arms over his head.

“Vut did hyu tink ve vas going to be doink all day?” Gkika asked. She’d stopped laughing, but she sounded like she’d start up again any moment.

“Hy don’t know!” Dimo shouted, waving his hands without lifting his suddenly very heavy head. “Hy didn’t know vut I vas supposed to be doink! Dere vusn’t anyvun for me to ask!”

Silence.

A faint rustle of clothing and creaking of chairs.

Dimo cautiously raised his head and saw the other generals had all turned to glare at Higgs. The man shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“I was undercover,” he said, defensively.

To Dimo’s shock, Khrizhan slapped Higgs on the back of the head. Higgs only just managed to catch his hat before it fell off, and scowled at Khrizhan, who scowled back.

“Hyu could haff at least told him how to do it!”  

“Ya,” Goomblast said, gesturing with some of the papers. “All dot going tru de reports for de important shtoff, dots officer vurk. Hyu tell dem vut hyu need to know, and dots vut dey give hyu.”

Dimo turned in his seat, one arm on the table and the other hand on his hip, and glared at Higgs.

“I was undercover!” Higgs insisted again, although this time guilt was beginning to leak in around the edges.

“Hokay,” Gkika said. “New plan. How about hyu just vatch us do de generaling ting for a vile, and ve give hyu a break from de paperverk?”

“He vill vatch us?” Koppelslav exclaimed. “Ve should be vatching him! He got dem to fill out expense reports!”

“Vot is vit hyu and de expense reports?” Zog demanded.

Koppelslav slammed his fist down on the table.  

“Øsk hyused to stand offer dem vit a brandink iron und he couldn’t get dem to fill doze in on time! How in de hell did hyu do it?”

Dimo rubbed his face. He was starting to feel light-headed.

“Um…Effry time dey vuz late I vent and said tank hyu for understanding dot de money is tight and Hy appreciated dem being villing to pay for tings demselves.”

Gkika grinned.

“Ho, dots mean,” she said, with great approval.

Khrizhan had not allowed himself to be distracted by the turn in conversation. His eyes were still fixed on Higgs.

“Hyu could heff at least—” Khrizhan began.

“I didn’t. Have. Time.”

“Vut time hyu need? Hyu write a letter, hallo Dimo, by der vay, hyu dun need to be trackink de petty cash durink a crisis.”

“Hy don’t?” Dimo said, weakly.

Khrizhan gestured angrily, silently, and emphatically at Dimo.

“Ve supposed to be verking togedder,” Goomblast said. “Hyu supposed to help de new guy!”

Revenge unfolded in front of Dimo’s eyes like a beautiful, beautiful flower.

“Hyu know who gots a lot off opinions about teaching people tings properly,” he said sternly, “is dat Miss Zeetha of hyors.”

Five heads snapped around, fixing on their fellow general—sharks smelling blood in the water.

“Hyor Miss Zeetha?” Khrizhan said, oozing evil delight.

Higgs had gone very still. His eyes were very wide. His face was very slowly turning very, very red.  

“Oh-ho-ho!” Goomblast crowed. If his smile got any wider, the corners of his mouth would meet at the back of his head.

“Shuddup,” Higgs said, now blushing so hard Dimo could practically feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Dot’s de green haired gorl who fights vit Mizz Agatha,” Gkika said, her eyes shining. “Ooh, und he vus so vorried ven she got hurt in de kestle!” She lowered her voice, conspiratorially, her eyes not leaving Higg’s face. “He dun take her to de hospital, hyu know; he brought her shtraight to me.”

“She was dying,” Higgs said, slouching in his chair, arms crossed defensively over his chest.

“Is dot de vun vit de two svords?” Zog asked. “Verr nice, soch a pretty young ting—”

“Shuddup,” Higgs said as he sank even further in his chair. He shot Dimo a murderous look. Dimo grinned, tipping his chair back on two legs and settling in to watch the show. 

Maybe being a general wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

[anim-ttrpgs]

A pregen PC portrait from our pre-written Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy adventure module, FORIVA: The Angel Game.

Vi Tran, "The Gamer"

She is 26, but she’s way too small and skinny to be seen as such. Heavy bags lie under her very large eyes. Her baggy clothes, which are all merchandice from various video games, hang from her like fur on a wet dog. Short messy hair.

Of course, this is just a quickstart character for anyone who doesn't want to spend the time to make their own.

Get a full breakdown of her stats as well as more information about her charactertization under the cut, and if that interests you, consider a $5 subscription to our Patreon to download both the functional Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy rulebook and FORIVA: The Angel Game today!

Traits

1. Did You Know. . . || Choose two Knowledge skills. Gain an additional 2 Investigation Points to any investigation roll made with these skills. This character does not gain investigation points for Interpersonal rolls. 

2. Elementary! || This character has a keen eye for detail and can deduce a lot about a person just by looking at them, or at least they think they can. When meeting a new person for the first time, this character may choose to have the Narrator make a hidden Social Cues roll for you. Full Success = This character is able to guess two correct facts about this person just by looking at them. Partial Success = This character is able to guess one correct fact and one incorrect fact about this person. Failure = This character is able to guess two incorrect facts about this person. The Narrator will tell the character these facts, but will not tell them if they are true or false, and will not tell them what the result of the hidden roll was. This roll does not grant investigation points.

3. Savant || Add +2 to any investigation rolls. But a savant’s mind is a troubled place. All Composure rolls are made with at best a -2 modifier.

An extreme introvert who finds comfort and pride in understanding exactly how everything works, down to the tiniest detail. She has always had an incredible eye for detail, even the details of other people - for better or worse. Understanding social cues and nuances is extremely difficult for her, and so there are many secrets she’s accidentally revealed and many insecurities she’s accidentally called out. Unfortunately, people tended to just quietly resent her while acting polite rather than make their feelings obvious so she could improve. As she grew, people kept leaving her or exploding at her without explanation, and Vi, frustrated at people’s irrational two-facedness and vagueness, decided to ignore others entirely. If she could not understand them, she wanted nothing to do with them. She shut herself away in video games as escapism from this reality, but soon enough, she became entranced with understanding every single thing about how video games and technology as a whole works, since such craftsmanship was exact, technical, and not vague at all. She has an incredible passion for understanding everything around her and is ready to spout knowledge of her interests at any time - unfortunately, she has very few friends to share it with. 

One of her few friends is NekoLove70 on an online gaming forum, who became more and more distant from Vi in the past week. When Vi reached out, the only reply she got was “I’m trying to find the Angel”. Vi kept messaging them, but received no answer until just recently, when Neko’s father replied through the account to let Tram know that Neko was hospitalized for a severe illness, and he asked Vi to pray for her health. Vi tried to find out every detail possible about this inexplicable terror she was suddenly helpless before, and she discovered the trend of missing and hospitalized teenagers all said to have been speaking incoherently about an “Angel”.

[nakuzendara]

Morton Koopa Jr. And Bigmouth Koopa Jr.

Here are some headcanons of Morton and Bigmouth.

Morton:

Is by far the kindest, sweetest and most humble out of the Koopalings. He loves anime and has a soft spot for all things small and fluffy. Although he has difficulty speaking, he can sing every opening to any Romance/Comedy anime fluently. His room is filled with Hello Kitty merchandice and figurines of cute anime characters. Morton's favourite music is J-pop, indie, and acapella. You'll most likely find Morton drawing (which he is very good at) , reading or helping out his siblings. His favourite movie is Kiki's delivery serivce and his favourite band is Babymetal and has a wholeosme crush on Hatsune Miku.

Bigmouth:

If there is one thing Bigmouth believes he is, it's that he is a pro gamer and the master seducer of women (trust me he's not). Bigmouth plays the occasional clicker game on his buggy laptop and the mobile game apps on his phone. His hobbies solely consist of reading questionable manga on sketchy sites and polishing the unholy amounts of anime girl dolls in his room. 75 percent of the information Bigmouth knows is incorrect, yet he is certain everything he knows is right. Unsuprisingly, Bully picks on Bigmouth most of the time and is one of his prime sources of enjoyment. Bigmouth's favourite movie is Cats (the newer one unfortunately) and his preferred music is any song that is sped up and pitched (nightcore to be percise).

If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask; I'll be more than glad to answer. May your day be filled with good fortune and ease🌸

[psych3d3llcbr34d]

My moment to post these lil sillies has come,,,

This is Memphis and JoeJo! They're best friends :33333

Memphis was HIGHLY based off Mephiles the Dark and Memphis Tennessee from Sonic06 fandub [even dared to name him Memphis after that] He likes video games and merchandice/fandom things, and has knowledge of almost every game [I made him like that that]

Memphis, or his prefered nickname Mems, was, again, inspired by Mephiles the Dark/Memphis Tennessee from the fandub, with the inspiration of gems, cats, my other oc Cerberion, and Silver's big floof main.

Moving on fo JoeJo, he was an oc that was supposed to come put BEFORE Memphis. I got the inspiration to make an oc inspired from the Joe Mama jokes [seriously, I love the meme, esp deez nutz], but the design was delayed due to missing motivation and proper inspiration. Till lately I got the right inspirations, and those were Joe and Wavern from Bakugan, and Silver the Hedgehog. The design looks more like it's based more on Wavern, but I did try to put some imitations for Silver, such as the 5 big feathers and the mane.

JoeJo's full name is Joesephyr Joaquin, and he's a bit more different that Memphis. Even if friend a with a game addicted Wither, he enjoys to be outside more from time to time, and sometime he takes Mems outside too. [Memphis' only reason to get out of his "gaming cave"], and besides video games, he also likes card games and is really good at Poker and Lorum.

They are basically based off my comfort ship Mephilver, and I love both of them sm

They are my only 2 braincells keeping me alive rn

[riddled-forensic]

SO THERES UNIVERSAL MONSTERS BLIND BAGS RIGHT

108 CHANCE?????????????

THE ONE GOOD JEKYLL AND HYDE FIGURE AND ITS A 108 CHANCE OF GETTING IT. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS. ALL THE CHARACTERS I LIKE DON'T HAVE MERCHANDICE :,(

[bakathief]

Among other things I got these high quality prints during my treasure hunt. I especially adore the way you can see the text being added afterwards from seperate prints on the manga pages! And the colors!! I can almost taste them 🙏 ❤️

[call-me-lemon]

Steal everything from anyone unless you can hold a conversation with them. Small bisuness owner? Have a chat about her antique wears. Neighbor? Share banana bread recipes. Walmart? I cannot have a conversation with walmart. Steal. Localy owned nail salon? Theyre holding conversations with eachother, really. Id feel rude if I interjected. But I could. The faceless conglomerate behind working partners? Yeah, thats looking like a steal. I bought all the books that were writen by individuals whom can hold a conversation, but warrior cats has become a corporate product (not to diminish its quality, if it was really that shit I wouldnt even bother stealing it tbh. And I do still want to buy their official merchandice, which is where the real money is.) anything EA related? Steal.

[luvlybunii]

no i actually rip off my stuffed animals tags no matter what squishmallow? rip sanrio , pokemon , some other merchandice? rip im a fiend and yall better fear me

[thoughtfulhog]

Just gonna make a new post for my own sake

Comissions are open!!

I now have a stable form of payment to use!! Please consider checking my pinned post!!! I’ll draw literally anything as long as it’s not immoral, porn, or some fucked up fetish!

i draw many things from silly animals to gore!! Wanna have yourself drawn kissing luigi and finally being in his arms and watching the sunset while also knowing that you’ll never get to achieve this in the real world and cry for an hour and then lash out at those who make fun of you and then move into a storage facility that has nothing but luigi merchandice (along with a printed copy of the drawing i made for you)? Then do it!! Give me money!!

[living-n-theastraldigital]

Donation callout (NAPPY STUDIO)

When I first got to Cape Town b4 I came to Obs, a white American in my program described it to me as the “Bushwick” of Cape Town and that is Scarily accurate because its the same decreptid white ppl colonizing by starting soulessess businesses!!

If you need somewhere to create in Cape Town come to NAPPY STUDIO in Obs. Two beautiful spirits have activated a space to replenish Obs of the soul that they r attacking!!

Message from Fabian Arries:

Greetings and love

I have exciting news to share with you. Me and Sanele are currently occupying a small studio space in observatory, the main idea around the space is building and taking ownership of our independence and fight against the gentrification of our cultural creative hubs in Obs , a space that remembers.

The idea is to provide services that cater to independence. Whether you are a band or cultural movement and looking to make merchandise ,from posters, to screen printed t-shirts or perhaps you want to make a custom piece of clothing.

Nappy studio serves as a meet to your production needs.

Nappy Records (sounds of Alkebulan)

A record wall with sounds from all parts of Africa, with three picks a week to shed light on, the idea with the record wall is to archive and shed light on music from the core roots of Africa. The importance of this wall is a key factor in the course of our liberation as people of African soil and descent.

We're not selling the archive but we definitely have a few crates on sale.

(Sounds of Alkebulan)

Small gatherings that allow and cater for the exploration of African music, as we invite you to come listen to our archive of records. We might invite sounds of Alkebulan selektas to share their collections and music as time goes on but you get the vibe, yes ? :)

Nappy books

A library of pan African and traditional African literature (contributions and consignment collaborations welcome)

Nappy Wardrobe

Operation Khataza Band merchandise , a forward roots liberation inspired ltd edition wardrobe and other interesting collectables.

(Open to housing bands and cultural movements in our community's merchandice)

Okay so now that you have an idea of where we are headed with the space , we come to our call for help. We have an idea of how we want the space to look, with the simplest and cheapest materials. Wood pallets and nails.

Deposit for the space has stretched us a bit so we're asking for help, whether it be a small monetary donation or perhaps a spare pallet or decent wood you might have and don't have use for.

Forward eva, backwards neva!

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