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bigenderweed
everyone make sure to set out cheese & crackers for neil tonight <3
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one year later and she still banging out tunes for this national holiday
it’s been a year you know what that means!!
HAPPY BANGING OUT TUNES DAY
you think I’d forget about the most important day of the year?? HAPPY NEIL DAY!
ROCKING out the tunes this year round
Do I have an essay due? Yes. But consider:
HAPPY NEIL DAY
economy is bit tough atm but she’s still banging out some tunes!
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i love the phrase "which could mean nothing" i think its my favorite thing to come out of the internet ever i love saying it. it could mean nothing but we all know better. we know the truth.
excuse me, no I wasn't???
congratulations to today’s lucky 10000
Rupee's Manga Recommendations Master Post!
At the beginning of 2025 I did weekly posts about manga I enjoy, grouped together into certain shared themes or plots, until eventually running out of manga. Here's all the themes I had!
WEEK ONE:
Manga where the protagonist is playing an immersive futuristic VR game full of monsters and quests, but the vibes are chill and the protagonist experiments with a weird unconventional character build, and the focus is exploring game mysteries and fun with friends rather than constant power levelling
WEEK TWO:
Manga where the main character finds themself becoming/possessing someone else, someone who has done evil deeds that they now find they have to answer for even though the protagonist is a much nicer person.
WEEK THREE:
The protagonist finds themselves in the middle of an unexplored wilderness with nothing but a magic skill or tool to help them build a shelter, and through hard work and the help of new friends the shelter becomes a settlement, which grows into a village, then a town...
WEEK FOUR:
Manga with a darker vibe where the protagonist gets turned into a monster, and you can see their humanity slowly getting worn away by their situation, and exploring how much of who we are is based on our life experiences (tw gore)
WEEK FIVE:
Manga in which the young female protagonist gains supernatural/magical powers of some sort, but NOT in the style of typical "magical girl" stories, and also they have plots with a deeply emotional undercurrent
WEEK SIX:
A villainous man (or at least a man fulfilling a villainous role) actually has a heart of gold, which is uncovered with the help of family/found family
WEEK SEVEN:
The protagonist is powerful or skillful, but is exploited by an employer or higher-up to the point of abuse. When they finally escape, they have to relearn how to be good to themselves and realise how much potential they actually have
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wind waker shitpost dump
Zelda Heritage Post
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punkfaery
O ye of little face
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Here's my list of childhood TV, which in the past has been described as "too niche" and "completely nonexistent", so please validate me by saying you too remember these shows. You do remember them, don't you?
Please could you spread this further? I wish to enrich the sample size
Final results: inconclusive
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the world's smallest carnivore is called the "least weasel" 😭😭 i'm dying but like if it's the smallest carnivore then it sure is the least amount of weasel you can have 😭😭😭
Look at him: this is absolutely the least amount of weasel you can have
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I am obsessed with this botched restoration of a 19th century statue of saint anthony
Look at how yassified he is
St Cunthony of Servington
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WHY DOES POOB HAVE ME BLOCKED LMAO
poob DOESN'T have it for me. they've had ENOUGH of me
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When I was 3 years old I went to a preschool that had this little green crocheted crocodile finger puppet that was my absolute favorite toy to play with of all time. I named her Chelsea, because Chelsea starts with C and crocodile starts with C and more often than not wild animals in fiction aimed at kids have names that start with the same first letter as their species. I played with Chelsea every day, because she was my favorite toy, and because the other kids weren't really interested in her, and also because I eventually started to hide her in a special secret spot in the room so no one else would find her before I did. She was so beloved by me that when I graduated from preschool, my teachers gave Chelsea to me permanently, because it was clear no one else would ever love that little crochet crocodile as much as me anyway (in part because I hid her). They waited a few weeks after I graduated before doing it, too, and sent Chelsea with some post cards as if the crocodile had been on a whirlwind "travel the world" vacation before deciding to come live with me.
And Chelsea remained my favorite toy all through my childhood. There were others I loved nearly as much, like my Imperial Godzilla and the big red T.rex from the first Jurassic Park toy line and my tiny knockoff plush Charmander, but Chelsea always held the place of honor in my heart. She was my absolute favorite toy.
I kept a lot of my favorite toys through adolescence, even if social pressure eventually got me to give away a lot of them (and some, y'know, broke). That's obviously not surprising to you if you've followed my blog, since I still collect toys into my adulthood. But it's important to note because while I know I made a conscious effort to never throw out Chelsea every time I pared down my collection... at some point, she went missing.
I became aware of it when I graduated from high school. I was feeling really emotional about leaving that stage of my life and, y'know, becoming an adult and shit, and in that state I decided to find Chelsea to reassure myself that I hadn't entirely left childhood behind. But Chelsea wasn't there. No matter how hard I looked, I could not find Chelsea anyway.
And that was, like, devastating, because the only explanation was that somehow, at some point, I had accidentally tossed her out with some other "childhood junk" while trying to grow up and be responsible in my teen years. I had literally thrown away my childhood in a careless attempt to be more grown up.
Of course I knew she was just a toy - nothing more than some yarn twisted together in the loose shape of a crocodile, lifeless and soul-less and more or less worthless in the objective light of day. But she was also Chelsea, my best friend since i was three, my stalwart little pal, a source of comfort for most of my life at that point, and I had just... tossed her out! Like garbage! What kind of person was I becoming if I could do that to my best friend?
I was very visibly distraught, and my mom noticed. Being very crafty, she tried to find the pattern for Chelsea so she could knit me a new one. The problem is, she had no idea where to find said pattern. She checked all her books of crochet patterns, and when that failed she tried the internet, but no matter how hard she looked, she found nothing.
So my mom found the next best thing.
The original Chelsea was a tiny finger puppet, and I had "met" her when I was three. Well, I was eighteen now - shouldn't Chelsea have grown too? And as has been established, this crocodile was fond of whirlwind vacations. My mom found a pattern that looked as much like Chelsea as possible while also being a much bigger crocodile, and gifted her to me before I left for college - to show that while we can't stop the flow of time or how it changes us, that doesn't mean we have to leave it behind.
And yeah, I decided to believe it. That's Chelsea now. Yeah, I know that in reality it's a completely different set of yarn made by my mom rather than... whoever it was that crocheted the original Chelsea, but then, Chelsea was never really the yarn. She was the feelings I put into the yarn, you know? So that's Chelsea, all grown up, and still my most prized toy.
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Flash forward... Jesus, eighteen years, holy shit. A few weeks ago I saw a post trying to identify a different crochet crocodile pattern, and thinking it was cute, I decided to try and look for it on ebay and etsy, just to see if maybe I could find it. I didn't, but do you know what I found instead?
A very familiar crochet crocodile finger puppet. An intensely familiar one, you might say. Of course I bought it. And of course I asked the seller if, perhaps, they might have the pattern for it or know where it came from (they did not, alas). And after a few days, she showed up at my house.
She's not Chelsea, obviously. For one thing, she's far too clean and fresh looking - Chelsea was very well loved, and looked the part, while this crocodile finger puppet has definitely not endured years upon years of a child's affection. And, more importantly, she's not Chelsea because we've already established that Chelsea grew up into a bigger crochet crocodile. This has to be Chelsea's younger sister, Cici.
And if I could find another of Chelsea's kind after all these years, then maybe, with a bit of luck, I might find the pattern for her, and be able to make more of them. Fill the world with Chelseas.
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