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unreformedcarrots · 3 months ago
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paulgadzikowski · 2 months ago
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There are so many character strings in Winnie-the-Pooh/The House at Pooh Corner that would make great band names or album titles
MEASLES and BUTTERED TOAST
Out of All Danger
Very Little Brain
A Useful Pot To Put Things In
I've Got Two Names
Such Good Droppers
Friends and Relations
Twelve Pots of Honey Calling
A Hearty Joke, or the Merest Accident?
Smaller and More Like a Corner
And Twice on Thursdays
Bitten on a Bee
Under the Name of Sanders
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crownedinkcomix · 7 months ago
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onexdinaryvillain · 7 months ago
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Thanks to Gunil, the Xstate has its own cute pooch named Pooh. Gunil, I assumed, is currently in his aunt's house again as he shared photos and videos of Pooh last night.
Pooh is such an adorable dog! So adorable that Gaon even posted that he wants to buy Puyaaaaaaaaa a lot of delicious snacks. He even asked his Gunil hyung to take Pooh for a walk.
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minzi2024 · 4 months ago
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pooh&korn 🎧
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rabid-dog-steve-horn · 6 months ago
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Goofy Wants His Money: The Complete Saga
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aprilblossomgirl · 2 years ago
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Sound’s song...I’m gonna give a spoiler a little here. It’s a love song he wrote for someone. It’s from his perspective. ... You’ll need to see which episode it’ll be released. (Satang Kittiphop - My School President Special: Open House Open Heart)
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Our next contestant is new here. He’s actually my friend. Please give it up to the new rapper with the clean and handsome look, Win aka Winny Da Pooh. (Sound introduced Win at the start of Rap of War)
Satang Kittiphop as Sound and Winny Thanawin as Win on the Rap of War Scene in My School President Special: Open House Open Heart and My School President Episode 5
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twinkandwink · 1 year ago
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A nght of indie pop and taking me back to my Pooh Sticks days.  Swansea Sound are a supergroup of 80's indie pop with members from The Pooh Sticks, Heavenly/Talulah Gosh, The Dentists, Death in Vegas to name a few.  I never ever got round to seeing The Dentist's but I used to play their Album to death.  It was a fun night.
Pics & Vid - Track 20th Century
Swansea Sound - Rough Trade, Bristol 17th Sept 2023
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braziliannamelessghoul · 2 years ago
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and make it 120 minutes long, thank you.
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deithe · 2 years ago
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♪ + winnie the Pooh pls.......
this is very winnie-esque. truly speaks to how he acts in the later books i think
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animapunkocchidipeterpan · 4 months ago
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ma la notte è calda, immensa e chiara
indica le stelle il vecchio allora
poi mi guarda in viso e dice:
“era come noi.”
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psychedelic-charm · 11 months ago
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I'd lend Pooh my Beatles blanket. It's so cozy when you put it over your sheets in the cold months.
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filosofablogger · 2 years ago
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♫ House At Pooh Corner ♫ (Redux)
After Roger’s rather dark post of yesterday afternoon about the song “House at PooNeil Corner”, he let me know that he would really welcome this song sometime soon to bring a bit of balance to his mood!  I had actually wanted to play it last week, but since I knew Roger was working on his post, I held off, but now seems the perfect time for a happy, uplifting song, don’t you think?  So this one’s…
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circlereader · 2 years ago
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I saw Star Wars in 1977 at age 10 with my little brothers and no adults in a mall theater in Lexington, Kentucky.
None of us were prepared. Except Grandpa.
#MayThe4thBeWithYou
https://readingcirclebooks.com/readinglife/truly-alien/
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kumkaniudaku · 22 days ago
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Back Up
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Summary: Terry gets much needed back up during a Christmas shopping outing.
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Language
Previous: Spoiled
MASTERLIST
Bodies whipping past each other in a crowded department store made an already exhausting shopping session all the more uncomfortable for Terry. He hated being forced to mingle with the public, scooting past rude customers as they selfishly took up space between messy clothing racks and disheveled aisles. He’d already said more expletives than his mother would enjoy if she were with him and Patrice searching for gifts to round out their early Christmas haul. 
His wife had coaxed him out of the house with promises of his favorite hot meal and one of those Korean face masks he pretended to only kind of like for his willingness to act as her hired muscle for the afternoon. Lugging big boxed items and not so subtly shoving grown men who stepped in her path was his primary task. And, for the work he’d done in two hours, it had to be enough to earn a kiss or two as a reward for good behavior. 
Patrice and Terry stood side by side as she carefully and quietly scanned a printed spreadsheet lined with multiple names and items. 
“Hey, boo, did you see if that juicer back there was marked down? I wanna grab it for Mama.” 
Terry tinkered with the buttons on a display air fryer and shook his head. “I wasn’t looking, but everything in here seems to be on sale. Need me to go back for you? I don’t mind.”
Despite his disdain for the current circumstances, he’d gleefully double back to fulfill Patrice’s wishes. She reached out to stroke his muscled arm as a thank you for his effort.
“No, that’s okay, baby. How about you meet me over by the tableware instead so we can divide and conquer? I need to grab a new cutlery set so we can throw ours out and then get out of here. Promise. I know you’re ready to eat.”
“And go the hell home,” he grumbled. “I don’t understand how you deal with all this.”
His deep scowl, usually a deterrent for strangers looking to avoid conflict, only made him look like an adorable petulant child to Patrice. A grin spread across her face as she approached him to smooth her palms arose his broad chest. 
“I know, Pooh. You’re doing a great job, though. All cute and patient for me.” 
Praise from her for even the simplest tasks never failed to switch off his defenses and soften his heart into jelly. If asked, he’d vehemently deny that he enjoyed being cooed at like a child, but Patrice caught the uncontrollable happy twinkle in his eye as she pushed up on her toes to kiss his cheek. 
He attempted to regain his composure to save face. “You’re talkin’ to me like a baby.”
“Not just any baby. You’re my baby.” More pecks on his stubbled jaw made Terry groan and roll his eyes as he slowly gave in. Sweet talk had prevailed and he was back to being wrapped around her ring finger like the shining wedding band she’d been wearing for a little over a month. She pinched his cheek and smiled in triumph knowing the battle was won. “I’ll be quick, I’ll promise. Two minutes!”
“So we cool with only two minutes now?”
Patrice mirrored Terry’s cheeky grin as she backed away in search of her final gift for the afternoon, leaving him proud of his suggestive joke. 
He prayed they could hit 120 seconds on the dot for the first time in their lives. His feet ached. His stomach growled louder than the Michael Bublé songs playing over the store’s speakers. His patience was thin. If he wasn’t in the comfort of home within 45 minutes, he’d have to introduce the public to a version of Terry no one should have to meet. 
Following Patrice’s instructions, Terry mosied toward a glittering section full of discounted crystal and fine china. Where others saw Patrice as a complex maze of desires, feelings, and unmeetable demands, Terry knew exactly what she liked. Natural textures and earthy tones kept their home grounded in nature to match her love for the small flower garden she kept in the backyard. Every kitchen accessory, big and small, revolved around the coveted ivory dinner set she purchased with her first check as an educator. Forks and spoons would be no different. Terry didn’t need another hand slap and stern lecture to learn that lesson.
His fingers tracked option after option on cluttered shelves until he found two sets of flatware that fit her strict specifications. Sleek? Check. Matching her favorite plates and blows? Got it. He prided himself on making her decisions easier and this latest attempt was his best to date.  
Grabbing the first set was a piece of cake. He slid it from the shelf with no issue to place into the already-packed shopping basket. The second attempt came with a struggle as another, much daintier hand attempted to tug his wife’s prize from his grasp. 
Terry looked down to find a small, frail older woman with ivory skin and a tight frown looking back at him with contempt. He tugged a little harder, but she pulled back. 
Not wanting to cause a scene for fear of being seen as the angry Black man terrorizing fellow patrons, he tried placating the older woman with a polite smile and disarming chuckle. “This is for my wife, actually. You know how that goes. I’m happy to give it to you if she chooses otherwise, though.” 
The attempt at a friendly tone and winning smile did little to deter his unlikely adversary. What charm he thought he possessed only seemed to make her angrier. She eyed him up and down, thin lips twisted into an indignant smile as she attempted to nab the item a second time to no avail. 
“But you already have one,” she complained, pointing at the item in his basket. “You can’t have another.” 
“I’m not trying to have two. She’ll make a decision and put back what she doesn’t want.”
“So, you’re just gonna hold it?” 
Terry regarded her with a blank stare. “…Yes.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Will you be the one to stop me or what?” 
There wasn’t much left in Terry’s tank for niceties. Greying hair and crepey skin wouldn’t do much to stop a tongue-lashing if static was what she was after. 
The woman stood firm, reaching to grab the item from Terry’s hand but missing when he snatched it back. She raised her voice. “I’m going to have security come over here and make you give it up.”
“Ma’am, I truly do not care who you call. Stop trying to put your hands on me.” 
“Or what?” She was challenging a nearly unshakeable man. He didn’t budge and it left her incensed. She attempted another angle. “Call your wife over here. Go on! I want to talk to her face to face.” 
He scoffed and shook his head. “Nah. You don’t want that. Call security. It’s better for everyone involved.”
“Call her over here!”
“I’m not about to let you piss her off and ruin the rest of my day. Let’s figure something out.”
She had no idea what she was asking for, the kind of trouble she was welcoming into her life. Terry tried to reason with her. He tried to compromise to keep the peace. But, as Patrice rounded the corner to find an unfamiliar woman embroiled in a verbal tussle with her man, time had just run out. 
“Oh, no ma’am,” Patrice started with the look of a protective mother in her eyes. “You better figure that out and quick. We’re not playing that game. What’s the problem?” 
Fear gripped the older woman as Patrice approached. Terry slowly placed the second set of utensils in the basket and scoffed. Whatever happened next was up to God and whoever his newest foe served.
“I told you,” Terry reminded, shaking his head. “Good luck.”
“Is this your husband?” 
Patrice moved to stand in front of Terry with the juicer in tow, acting as a human shield. She spoke low and slow. “And what about him? What exactly is your issue?” 
Terry watched the exchange with bated breath. Her calmness was a war tactic she employed to size up her enemy. At any moment she might explode and leave you shell-shocked.
“He has two sets of flatware in that cart saying he’s waiting on you to decide. That’s not fair! Choose one,” the woman accused, her voice rising in a feeble attempt to intimidate Patrice.
“That’s not how shopping works! We’ll buy every single one of these motherfuckers if we want to! Who gon’ stop us?”
“With cash, too,” Terry mumbled in support.
The woman clutched invisible pearls, feining disgust at the use of adult language. “What a foul mouth! That is not the way you speak to people. Especially not your elders. ” 
“Baby, if you keep talking to this one behind me crazy, my mouth will be the last thing you need to worry about.”
“Is that a threat?” 
She should’ve prayed for a threat. A threat would’ve been the easy way out - a free pass to avoid making an enemy of someone with such an intense passion for using quick wit and a slick tongue to eviscerate her opponents. 
Patrice calmly turned to thrust the heavy juicer into Terry’s arms without a word before turning to make her point clear. He shook his head in pity. Poor woman. She’d tell this story to her family at dinner later, looking for sympathy when what she really needed was the foresight to recognize when she encountered the verbal assassin he called his better half.
Silently, he mouthed Patrice’s favorite opening statement in time with the words leaving her lips.
“Let me tell you something.” Terry smiled to himself, knowing he had her down to a science. Patrice pointed a manicured finger in her direction for extra emphasis. “I’m sure we’ll never meet again, but hopefully this will help you the next time you think about running up on someone you don’t know. Don’t you ever holler at my husband or your ass’ll have to cash that check your mouth wrote this afternoon. Have I made myself clear or are you so deprived of the sense God gave you that you need a demonstration?”
This time, Patrice���s heavy suggestion to drop the issue before it could escalate and retreat to another section of the store was received with renewed clarity. The woman huffed in defeat. Terry and Patrice watched her reluctantly pluck another option from the shelf and scurry away with her tail between her legs. Patrice tracked her with her eyes and a scowl that looked just like her husband’s on her face until the coast was clear. 
Terry watched her try to physically reset by rolling her shoulders down and back, but her face betrayed her once she turned to face him. 
She reached for the sets of cutlery and examined both under harsh fluorescent light. “These are nice. I think I like the left more though.” 
“Treece.” 
“Mmm, but the left is a little bulky now that I look at it. Maybe the right? Which one did you like?” 
“Patrice.” Terry used his index finger to tilt Patrice’s head upward and redirect her attention. The corners of his lips lifted into a small smile before leaning down to kiss her nose. “Thank you, Piggy. I had it, but I love when you back me up. What you want as repayment tonight?” 
“Mmmm, my feet hurt a little. Think you can work your magic?” 
He hummed in response. “I was gonna do that anyway for myself. Pick something else.”
“I want you to help me pick eating utensils so we can get out of here,” Patrice laughed to discharge the tension growing between them. “Left or right?”
“The left is my choice. But I’ll buy every single one of these motherfuckers in here if you want ‘em.”
His callback had both of them dissolving into a fit of giggles that only stopped once another patron browsing the aisle forced them to make a quick decision and make a move to return to their side of town. 
In the car, Patrice playfully jabbed a finger into Terry’s arm as they pulled out into mall traffic. “Don’t you go tellin’ my mama and daddy about this. I don’t have time for their mouths today. And stop letting people talk to you crazy in the first place. I’m serious, Terry.”
“Yes ma’am. You have made yourself abundantly clear.” 
“Shut up!” 
Silly jokes about the absurdity of hemming up an old woman passed between the pair as they sat in a bumper-to-bumper jam were interrupted by an incoming call on the car’s Bluetooth system. 
“How you doin’ mama,” Terry answered as soon as the call connected, leaving Patrice to entertain herself. “I got Treece in the car. You know she threatened to stop feeding me if I didn’t go shopping with her. Crazy, ain’t it?” 
“That’s what she should do! No way she should be out there with all these holiday crazies by herself.” 
Patrice nodded in agreement. “Thank you, Ms. Dee. You get the biggest gift under the tree this year.” 
“Oh, thank you, Treecey Girl!”
“Hold on, hold on,” Terry interjected. “Treecey is a holiday crazy! Let me tell you how she just threatened an old lady about some forks and knives today.”
“Terrence, don’t sit up here and lie. My girl is way too sweet for that.”
“Hand to God, mama. Almost body slammed somebody’s grandma.” Terry bore all of his teeth in an impish grin as Patrice’s eyes grew wide. 
“Snitch,” she mouthed at him before responding to Diedra. “Okay, threatened is an over-simplification. She was yelling at your son and I stepped in!” 
“Yelling!? Girl, start at the top.” 
The message ‘I can’t stand you’ typed into a note and flashed in his direction made Terry choke back laughter as he listened to Patrice defend her actions. Though he knew what he was doing, in his mind, she should’ve been more specific in her instruction. 
She never said he couldn’t tell his mama.
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caldrea · 10 months ago
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my zero day headcanons ★
andre is a huge internet troll, but he’s also very easily baited by other internet trolls
cal can sneeze with his eyes opened
andre is a chronic pacer
cal snorts a bit when he laughs, but only when he finds something truly hilarious 
cal used to hide the regular, boring band-aids so his mom would have to give him the winnie the pooh ones
andre is terrified of spiders. he barely goes into his basement because he is so scared of them even though he’s never actually seen a spider in the basement
cal has a teddybear that he cannot sleep without.
andre hates drains. so much. if he looks at them (or even thinks about them) for too long, he will feel sick
one time cal dared him to lick the drain in his bathtub. andre did it because he isn’t a pussy but he never forgave cal and holds a grudge.
andre can never turn down a dare. cal uses it to his advantage. andre will complain the whole time he does the dare and then not talk to cal for at least 30 minutes.
cal has asthma. the first time he took too big of a toke of a blunt, andre had to frantically look for his inhaler because cal was busy coughing and not being able to breath.
cal loves socks. he wears them all the time because his feet are always cold. he sleeps in them, and has certain socks that he can only wear on his bed.
andre is such an asshole to share a bed with. he takes up the whole bed.
cal is also an asshole to share a bed with. he is the worst blanket hog ever. even when andre gets his own blanket, he wakes up in the middle of the night freezing because cal also stole that blanket from him
they only sleep peacefully when cal lies on top of andre because andre can’t move and the blankets cover both of them
cal bites his nails until they’re bleeding. he tried painting them to stop but it doesn’t do anything but make him grimace at the taste
andre loves doing the crosswords on newspapers
cal used to have trouble pronouncing his r’s
cal is freakishly good at jumping rope
andre sticks his tongue out when he’s really focused on something and his brows get a bit furrowed
andre knows a bunch of magic tricks. when he first met cal’s siblings, he didn’t know how to interact with them so he would show them his magic tricks. whenever he went to cal’s house, he would show them a new one before he left.
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