#tdias

[ohgodimafraud]

this man has committed war crimes

[iqmmir]

wahhh look at what i found today https://dynasty-scans.com/series/sea_you_there_and_us

not sm yuri but still. good lord

Read it . Good lord . Whatf was thsta . Qhat wa dthat . What tdia

[telkomuniversityputi]

Bagaimana babi hutan menyelamatkan baobab Madagaskar

TDIA MALAGASI Pohon baobab, yang batangnya tebal dan cabang-cabangnya kecil menghiasi lanskap Madagaskar, seharusnya tidak bertahan hingga saat ini. Para ilmuwan percaya bahwa benih besarnya pernah disebarkan oleh kura-kura raksasa dan lemur raksasa seukuran gorila yang berkeliaran di pulau tersebut. Ketika spesies ini punah lebih dari seribu tahun yang lalu karena aktivitas manusia, pohon baobab…

[digitalmore]

“พีไฟว์ ชาร์มมิง”คว้ารางวัล TDIA AWARD 2023 ตอกย้ำเป็นองค์กรที่มีประสิทธิภาพยอดเยี่ยม

บริษัท พีไฟว์ ชาร์มมิง จำกัด โรงงานรับจ้างผลิตสินค้าและเครื่องสำอาง OEM และ ODM โดย นายพิสิษฐพัฒน์ เจริญภักดี Plant Advisor Manager เข้ารับรางวัลผู้ประกอบการคุณภาพยอดเยี่ยมแห่งปีในงาน TDIA AWARD 2023… อ่านเพิ���ม from BangkokStyle https://ift.tt/qOE7a6d

[total-drama-disaster-gays]

*spins a roulette wheel of total drama characters*

let’s see which character we’re fixing for FreshTV today

*throws a knife*...and the winner is Duncan!

So before Duncan went to juvie, he spent a lot of time in and out of group homes and different facilities (so his dad didn’t have to worry about him being around and ruining his reputation)

And in these group homes and facilities, he was introduced to several different forms of therapy and group therapy and one of these being art therapy.

It was during art therapy at one of the facilities he stayed in when he was 13 that he picked up making pottery.

With pottery, it didn’t have to be perfect. Duncan didn’t have to follow millions of rules. The ball of clay was his to control, his to make into whatever he wanted, even if it was ugly or didn’t have a purpose.

Duncan made an ugly little ashtray for his dad when he first got into pottery and when he left the facility, he brought home the ashtray to show his dad.

His dad wasn’t pleased.

In short, he called it a waste of time and a waste of money to send Duncan there to learn some discipline just to come home with a useless hunk of clay. (His mom kept the ashtray. It’s been in her nightstand drawer since the day Duncan brought it home. She takes it out and holds it some days when she thinks about how Duncan’s doing wherever he is.)

Duncan never brought home another piece of pottery after that, but he continued making it whenever it was offered.

He stopped making pottery after he went to juvie just after he turned 16.

After his stint in prison after All Stars, Duncan called DJ and Geoff (who got an apartment together while Duncan was away) and asked for help (he knew his parents wouldn’t let him come back home).

They picked Duncan up on his release date and held a small party for him at their apartment.

Geoff helped Duncan get a job at the landscaping company he worked at; DJ helped him with applications to community colleges and vocational schools.

Around 6 months after Duncan moved in, he finally got an acceptance letter to the local community college.

When Duncan started his classes, he noticed a flyer advertising a pottery class at his college every other Thursday night.

The first things he made in the class were a clay jar for DJ to hold his wooden cooking untensils in and a mug shaped like a cowboy hat for Geoff.

When Duncan brought them home, both DJ and Geoff cried and said they were beautiful (the jar was lumpy and the mug looked nothing like a cowboy hat, but they were so happy that Duncan thought of them in the first place that they couldn’t care less).

After taking the class for a few months, he finally made something that looked “presentable” (he liked everything he made but he knew that they didn’t look great, he didn’t care); it was a serving bowl that he was originally going to give to DJ because Bridgette accidentally broke his last one when she was helping him reorganize the cabinets.

Duncan sent it to his parents house instead with a note that said “Dear Mom and Dad, I’m doing fine”. His mom cried; she hadn’t heard from him since his release. She sent him back a letter telling him that she still loved him and that she loved the dish he sent and that he can come home if he ever needs to. Geoff and DJ held him as he cried (he wants to see his mom so badly, he wants to prove his dad wrong so badly, but he knows he’s not ready for that yet)

Every now and again, Duncan will send his mom something new he makes in his class; he sends her letters with them sometimes letting her know that he’s still doing alright.

[yikecir]

the absolute goddess just sashayed in

[meatcody]

All stars freaking ruined Sierra and her character development

Oh my god I cannot even explain how much I hate all stars! In the end of world tour, Sierra’s character development is clearly established and her obsession with Cody dies down. But then in AS they completely throw all that away??? Whyyy! It angers me so much because Sierra means so much to me (comfort character tings) and her entire potential is completely thrown out the window in AS

[adrianvsart]

total drama dick killer

it’s 2018 now where the fuck is the compilation of every time a guy gets hit in the dick on tdi

[visualvoice-blog]

Duarte, june 2017.

[ohgodimafraud]

Streaming t//diapt - Uru//shihara

Hi. Idek what to say about this one

summary: ur//ushihara makes a discover about his strteaming audience and his roommates demand that he capitalizes immediately.

---

The summer heat continued baking down on Sasazuka, and it was the perfect excuse for Urushihara to stay put in his closet, the one sad fan whirring and blowing warm air against his damp skin. The laptop continued generating its excessive heat which was decidedly preferable to the resident NEET to the fresh summer air. As Urushihara scrolled through the bountiful sea of videos, he recognized a familiar screen name: his own.

Darklord666 Clip 1

So he’d gotten popular enough to have fans clip his best hits. A smirk spread across his face. So much for his streaming hobby being a “fruitless endeavor.” 

3.k views. One week ago.

Damn, that’s more than ten times the amount of followers he had last time he checked, and this video had gotten this many views in the span of a week. He clicked the video and adjusted the volume and leaned in to watch which one of his builds or jokes had taken off.

📹

“Oh this sucks. The hair colors are so limited.” Urushihara pinched the bridge of his nose and sniffled. “Guess you guys will have to point me towards some…cuhh-uh…hKSHhh’ieh! tssch! Ugh. wait” 

He adjusted his headset before reaching around offscreen until he produced a tissue. “HehkShhhieh! Ihhshhh’ihh!”

“Rec me sombe custumb condtedt,” he amended. “Oh…yeah, it’s ndot a—hYSHhh’ieh! ndot a cold, just allergies.” He blew his nose.

“Wait, I can get it through the game? Is it free?” He sniffled. “Oh and thanks.”

📹

Comments:

dandelion222: what is he allergic to

S.finder: @dandelion222 He said later in the stream that it’s dust

snzgirl: bless him <3 

sneezy123: god hes so sexy

supersnzr: the video quality is so bad but the content def makes up for it ;)))

Okay that was odd. He can’t see what was particularly sexy about that clip. He’d been sneezing for half of it. He frowned and clicked the next recommended clip.  

Darklord666 Clip 2

📹

“hyhSHhh’yyu! Tschh’iu! hpt’chhhu!” 

Urushihara fixed his headset that’d been displaced during the sneezing fit and gripped it as another sneeze shook him forward. “hh…hehhh….wa-waihht…ihhgKSHhh’ieh!” 

He wiped the screen with the hem of his raglan shirt. “Ugh,” he sniffled, “fail. You didn’t see that.” 

📹

Urushihara’s frown deepened. What the fuck? Why did this one have even more views. He skipped over the comments in favor of clicking the next video.

Darklord666 Clip 3

📹

“Yeah I wanted to do hh- rags t-to…wait…hehh…” Urushihara abandoned his sentence and squinted his eyes, nose scrunching in the lowlight. “HehhkSHhhihh!” This time the spray was visible and he hadn’t bothered to turn away from the laptop this time. “IhhSHhhiehh!”

“Oh hey thanks for the gift sakurablossom7.”

📹

Comments:

asters_in_bloom: heyy good find but maybe you shouldn’t put their screen names on these clips…

S.finder: @asters_in_bloom Others have commented the same thing. Going forward I’ll be sure to fix this.

asters_in_bloom: @S.finder ok but you didnt????

Dustyboi: i need him. im subscribing immediately. id pay him sm to sneeze all over my—

Urushihara stopped reading. Immediately. That didn’t stop autoplay from playing the fourth clip. The closet door abruptly flung open and he nearly tumbled out again, but managed to catch himself this time. He let out a groan of disdain before the inevitable scream fest began. 

“Urushihara!” Ashiya pointed at him as if he’d finally tracked him down. “Please stop talking to your friend “Chat” and come help me fold the laundry for once! Or if you’re going to sneeze nonstop, perhaps you should dust this time.”

“You’re just gonna complain that I’m doing it wrong,” Urushiahara complained, removing his headset. The sound of the clip did not stop, and it was then that he realized his headphones weren’t even plugged in. He blushed and paused the video.

“Why are you sitting here watching video tapes of yourself?”

“I’m not.” Urushihara shuddered and closed the computer. “Just figured out why I got so many gifts last stream.” 

Oh he’d fucked up. Royally. He could feel the way the atmosphere in the room had shifted, the way Ashiya’s mind had shifted into budget mode. “Gifts?”

“Money.”

“And why is that? How much money did you make?” 

This was humiliating, and yet something about the situation warranted sharing. He should want this to die a secret, but there’s a certain catharsis in discussing it. Without moving his eyes to meet Ashiya’s, he finally answered, “Apparently people like seeing me sneeze.”

“There are people who enjoy—”

“Like, dude, you don’t understand. They really really like it.’

Ashiya furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth as if he was going to ask him to get off his ass again.

“I don't even understand,” Urushihara added. “Like I made 1,500 yen last stream.”

“What do you mean they really like your—”

“You know how Sasaki Chiho looks at Maou when he does literally anything? Or how Sariel looks at—”

“Please speak no further.” Ashiya sighed and tilted his head. He raised an incredulous eyebrow. “To summarize, people are giving you money because of your incessant sneezing?”

Urushihara nodded.

“And you’re sure Chat is not paying you to cease and desist?” Urushihara opened his laptop and showed Ashiya the comment bold enough to make not just one but two demon generals blush. “No…further evidence requested. Excuse me.” 

Ashiya left the apartment. Perhaps it was all too much for him. Though Urushihara had at least eight thousand years on the guy, Ashiya had always been more old fashioned. Explaining that there in fact other people out there who would spend their free time watching other people play a game rather than playing it themselves had been a headache in itself. It was much easier to let him think he’d been video calling some guy named Chat. 

Urushihara quietly decided he was done streaming for the foreseeable future and ordered another delivery of a few bags of chips and a bottle of iced tea he could easily hide in the closet. He would’ve completely erased all memories of today were it not for what happened when Ashiya returned. 

***

“Dude, what the hell?” Urushihara cried when Ashiya yanked the closet door open once again. He was holding a bouquet of flowers with a sticker with a brightly marked down price. “What the fuck.”

“Do you remember the incident when Miss Sasaki brought his highness lilies?” Ashiya asked. A dark aura spread across the devil’s castle as his eyes zeroed in on the fresh chip bag in his hands. “I see you ordered delivery while I was out.”

“You’re a demon! Why are you trying to pimp me out to the sneeze fetish community?” he whined, fighting against Ashiya’s grasp on the door. 

“You call Chat this instant! It’s time you started contributing financially!” 

This was a mistake. All of it. Urushihara’s eyes were already starting to water from the putrid scent of the flowers Ashiya was continuing to wave in his face. 

“It’s time you learned the value of money. His majesty slaves over a hot grill all day, serving the people of Sasazuka, and he does not do it so you can waste all his—”

Speak of the devil. Maou entered the apartment. Surely he’d stop this human rights violation. 

“Dude, help!” Urushihara called out. 

Maou looked between his two demon generals, one holding lilies up to the other one's face as he shrunk back into the closet.

“Did Chi send those?” he asked obliviously.

“Ashiya is trying to pimp me out to strangers online!”

“He is exaggerating!”

Maou’s posture sagged. “What’s really happening?”

“Welcome home. As it happens, my liege, though his phrasing is crude, it is not far from the truth.” Ashiya moved a step back from the closet and faced Maou. He briefly explained the situation to Maou while Urushihara tried not to sneeze. It was becoming more difficult by the second. He brushed a few bright yellow flecks off of his shirt as Ashiya explained Chat’s sadistic tendencies.

“Okay, that…” Maou sighed and shot Urushihara a sympathetic glance. Hail Satan. “I get that we need the money, but—”

“He spent a day’s wages on Sims expansion packs.” Ashiya handed him a folded receipt from his pocket. 

Fuck.

“You’d better fuckin call Chat!” Maou hissed, pointing at him. “You think I’m made of yen?? I was saving to take Alas Ramus to the movies damnit!”

Urushihara sighed and opened the streaming app. He had indeed acquired another fifty followers since his last stream. 

“Dude, pleaseeee—”

“Let’s go, tech squad. How much yen can you make in one stream?”

“My record is uh…”

“2,000 yen, sire. I’ll bet with these he can double it.’

“Don’t come out until you’ve made at least 2,000,” Maou sighed. 

“Hi and welcome back to my channel. How are we doin’, chat?” He glanced up at the two demons standing over him and accepted the bouquet from Ashiya. He didn’t even have to take a whiff for the onslaught to continue. The scent alone was enough to drive his nose crazy. He couldn’t keep from scrunching it and sniffling, though each sniffle would bring in more of the sickly sweet odor. “So I got some of the expansion packs y’all rec…recommended. How about I make the, uh…cat—wait, I’mgonnasnNDSChhh’iuhh! H’KSChh’ieeh!”

Maou handed him a tissue pack, glare still intact. 

“We had a cat once. I was really allergic to it.” Urushihara blew his nose into a one-ply tissue before continuing. “No, that’s not why I’mb sneezing now. ‘Mb allergic to a lotta stuff apparently. Anyway…hahhhkSHhh’iew! Anyway, thangks for the gift, uh, Dustyboi…”

Save me, Dustyboi.

“Mby roombate can really stretch out 500 yen, y’kndow. Thanks, s-sakurabl-...hehYSHhh’iehh! Ihhpshh! Tschh! heh’ESCHhh’yew!”

Ashiya had moved on and went on to make dinner in the background. Maou sat in front of the TV with the volume on zero but with the captions on, though he seemed far more interested in Urushihara’s performance. 

Urushihara blew his nose again, knowing he’d have about a minute before he’d have to blow his nose again.. “Sorry guys, I’mb ndot gonnda be…able to…hh…st-stop sneezi’gg. Hehh’KSHhh’iehh! Mby roombate got flowers that I’mb allergic to. Yeah it’s that…it’s that bad. Anyway, here’s Silverfish the cat. We’re gonnda—H’ESCHhh’iew!—add himb ind…”  

Urushihara finalized the Devil’s Castle on the Sims and sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Yeah, Ashiya’s throwi’d himbself at Maou again. Just like in real life…”

“What did you say, you creatin?” Ashiya yelled from the kitchen which was, of course, part of the same room they were all in.

“Yeah they’re both hombe,” Urushihara said into the mic casually before losing control of the sneeze he’d managed to keep back for almost a full minute. “h’ESHhhu! Fugk…Ugh, thank you for the gifts. Mbaybe I cand afford better tissues now.” 

“Oh no, he has to pay off his debt first. Otherwise he’ll have to sell some of this streaming equipment,” Maou called from the living room portion of the room.

That did it. If Maou understood one thing about this world, it was appealing to the consumer. 

“Thangks for all the gifts, guys. Wow. Three-thousand yen!” Urushihara coughed and sniffled again. “Btw guys, I’m gudda be uploadi’gg a recordi’gg of this streab to mby chandel and all future streams. I’mb gudda…sndeeze…ah-agaid…Ehhshhh!-KShhh’ih! H’KSHhh’iew!”

He muddled through another twenty minutes of gameplay before people started expressing genuine concern in the comments. Suddenly there were about ten people regularly writing “bless you,” and “are you okay?” in the chat along with others calling him “poor thing.”

“H’KShhhieh! It’s okay, I’mb used to it. This is—hah…ieSCHhh’iew! KSHhhh! dothi’gg cobbared to whed we had the cadt I swear.”

In the background, Ashiya began setting the kotatsu for dinner. Somehow between the horny viewers and the sympathetic ones, he’d made five-thousand yen. 

“Okay…sorry guys. I godtta go. I’ll…I’ll be back tomborrow.” He gave a peace sign which he knew was ironic coming from him, but nobody needed to know that. 

“Five-k yen is gonna drop tonight, okay?” He then walked the bouquet to the trash can. Ashiya got up and stood in his way. 

“Save this one for tomorrow. He pulled a single lily out and left it on the table.” 

“Doesn't it suck busting your ass to make money only for someone else to spend it?” Maou asked with a smirk, crumbs sticking to the inner corners of his lips. 

Urushihara shrugged and went to wash his swollen face in the bathroom knowing that eventually the video of the stream would surely gain some income and exposure too. Next he’d report the accounts stealing his clips and make his own video compilations. And then nothing will come between him and owning his very own Switch. 

[telkomuniversityputi]

Jumlah bayi yang lahir pada bulan-bulan setelah hari-hari panas berkurang

TDIA PALING PANAS Tahun yang tercatat, 2023, mungkin tidak akan mempertahankan gelarnya untuk waktu lama; 2024 tampaknya akan menyusulnya. Karena suhu terus meningkat, negara-negara akan berjuang untuk mencegah kematian akibat panas dan mengatasi cuaca ekstrem. Namun, pemanasan global juga memiliki dampak yang jauh lebih halus—termasuk, menurut para peneliti, pada kesuburan.

[greetingsfromcleveland]

https://static.thisdayinaviation.com/wp-content/uploads/tdia//2012/09/Granville-Brothers-Aircraft-Co.-Gee-Bee-Super-Sportster-R-1-NR2100.jpg

[britsgovernmentmh]

Me with Lucifer Box/Charlie Jackpot. TDiA is a mere suggestion. Take it with A BIG grain of salt

Sometimes canon is really just mere suggestion, something to give you characters, but then get ignored for everything else.

[ichorson]

Fukuda Ahmya is the ocs name and im not making them a fallen angel ive mOOD FROM MY TDIA/PT PHASE

[adrianfridge]

Hello! I ship sterek, but damn, your Stackson header is one of the best gifs I've seen! Like you took that mess of a s/tdia kiss and turned it into a glorious moment, it looks like it's real. You can feel the intensity of the kiss, woah! Congrats!! (And the pic profile is cute too)

Wow, thank you! I wanted to challenge myself, and boy was this gif a challenge; I still wish I could put it on my professional portfolio. And I may have done it slightly out of spite because the s/tdia kiss bothers me on a visceral level. So, yeah, I’m really happy that you enjoy it :D

[dantlers]

okay wait WHY SAYURN IS DEPICin tdia to be the only planeyT WITH RITNGHS

bc we’re stupid