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koshercosplay · 5 months
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it's time for my yearly chanukah merchandise ratings! how are there always so many to choose from. as always, this year is a doozy and I am as bitter as ever lmao
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this was quite literally labeled "hanukkah cone tree." gee I wonder which winter holiday is The One With The Trees. surely it's the jewish one with all the fire. let's make it blue and white just in case. 4/10 there is no excuse for this
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why are the chairs so far apart. why is there nobody there. why are there so many grapes. what even are those green things. why is there soup. will the mysteries never cease. 7/10 purely because it's pretty
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I for one welcome our jewish alien cousins. not sure what this has to do with chanukah but I want to hear about jewish life on mars so 8/10 friends come in out of the cold and have a latke with me
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the more I looked at this, the worse it got. there's a literal christmas tree and tinsel but oh it's got blue lights so it's fine. and as we all know, children regularly hold fully lit candle menorahs with mittens while going door to door during a snowstorm. I guess who are we to stifle a child's latent desire for arson. 5/10 somebody save that poor dying kitten
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this poor magen dovid is being forcefully converted to christianity and we need to help it. quick somebody put this on a sufganiyot stack. 4/10 we all know the intended target audience isn't interfaith families okay
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do I even have to say it. please just. just stop. get One (1) Jew to weigh on your hanukkah products, I beg you. -392928373/10 walmart owes me a personal apology for making me see this with my own two eyeballs
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I spent a full five minutes staring at this shirt desperately trying to make it make sense. I shouldn't have bothered. it's worse than the hebrew could ever be. 2/10 amposzu zusach mezchamal to you too
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congratulations, once again you wrote gibberish. this says nothing. it's not chanukah, it's not happy holidays, it's nothing. the letters on the dreidel are an ACRONYM people! there's an order! 3/10 it's antisemitic that this has over 4,000 sales (thank you @quartzfox for sending this to me. now you all have to see it too.)
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now these are CUTE. and the dreidel letters are in the correct order too, which is unfortunately impressive. 10/10 no notes, it has cats, would wear
(previous years 1, 2, 3)
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5weekdays · 1 year
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they gotta give me more enrichment at work look what i just doodled
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^ joke that would have killed in 2011
🏳️‍⚧️ this post has come out as trans 🏳️‍⚧️
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raepliica · 11 months
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flustered woowoo😔🫶
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maomango-doodle · 5 months
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"And I hope you die, I hope we both die."
(Lyrics : No children by The Mountain Goats)
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jellolegos · 6 months
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birthday
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isjasz · 5 months
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What happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out and take our separate roads?
🌻 Watch the whole video on yt!
For @desert-duo-week day 5 - Allies and Enemies 3 days late LOL o7
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tiklart · 6 months
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Yuhhh, imma drop this for now 🌚
A lil comfort drawing I did a while back
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jstor · 25 days
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IDC that you're maxxed out I'll continue to boop you
Can't believe yesterday was real
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arudoe · 9 months
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cloud watching ✨
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1driedpersimmon · 1 year
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Dn except L gets a biiiiiiiigggggg shirt
( and other doodles…)
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17isrighthere · 7 months
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What is he doing here, Mother? REIGN 3x18 — SPIDERS IN A JAR
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tuituipupu · 4 days
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well 🫡 good evening. this is not what i expected to be making on a tuesday night. thanks kot kot xx
completion compilation 2: electric boogaloo 🐓💦
🫦🤩 THE VISUALIZER 🤩🫦
WEAR HEADPHONES.
thank you @because-its-eurovision for the idea 💖⭐️
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raepliica · 11 months
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meryl and her babygirls🫶
[ID: two Trigun comics, separated by a dashed line. They're both done in uncolored lineart.
In the first one, Meryl is wearing a sports bra with a low cut sleeveless hoodie and Wolfwood's sunglasses. She holds a basketball in one hand and points at Vash and Wolfwood with the other. She calls out, "This one's for my babygirls!" Vash and Wolfwood, who are sitting on the bleachers, look back at her. Wolfwood quietly says "b-babygirl?!" and Vash laughs fondly. Then Meryl is shown next to a basketball hoop, sitting on Milly's shoulders and throwing the ball into the net. When she makes it in Milly does a thumbs up and says, "nice!" There's a bubble showing the bleachers where Vash is clapping and Wolfwood is lighting a cigarette.
The second comic is just Meryl and Wolfwood. He approaches her as she's drinking some water and says, "Hey shortie. If you're done with them, mind givin' 'em back?" Meryl lowers his sunglasses on her face in order to smugly grin at him over the top of the shades. She says, "Oh! These? But don't they make me look pretty cool, lover boy?" Wolfwood looks at her for a second, frowning, confused, and flustered, before snatching them from her and yelling, "Pretty dumb, that's what you are!" Meryl laughs loudly at his heavily blushing face. /end ID]
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netegf · 1 year
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warm
pairing: ao’nung x reader
Tsireya said this part of the reef was not one the Metkayina frequented. Here, the tide was particularly unforgiving – deep sea waters that would never dream of being turbid, purging the shore of its indiscretions, taking with it the weight a day can hold, everything small in its moving hands – the way of water, just like she had said it, but admittedly rougher. Not a way that everyone could stomach. Maybe that was why you liked it so much.
Sitting now on cracking substrate, you watched as the waves devoured hungrily, unashamed, demanding attention. The horizon is a purple-orange that looks closer than it is, wrapping itself around mountains and seawall terraces, splitting Awa’atlu into top and bottom. Calling for introspection.
Until, a figure emerges.
“Tsireya said no one would come out here.” Mumbling with your knees in your chest, arms boxing around the rounds of them.
Ao’nung rolls his eyes before slamming his body weight down, like he never questions whether the ground will catch him. Now, knees touch. Heat spreads to places skin can’t reach.
Simply. “My sister lies.”
Not a response you enjoy, so his ribs are promptly met with an elbow. But Ao’nung doesn’t let touches go to waste. He wraps his hand around your arm and pulls your body flush into his chest, a pull that is unrelenting. The way the horizon pulls night into the sky. The way algae trick light but cannot resist a surging current.
There is some talk of your sister is an angel and yeah, well you should try living with her until you poke your leg forward under a sharp brush of water, letting it slap harshly against the skin. Ao’nung hisses hotly in your ear when he watches your muscles tense at the pain.
“The water is not punishment.” He scolds, though only very gently.
Ears burn when you feel that you’ve angered him. This water is sacred, you know that. The way his fingers tremble when they rub over your calf in some clumsy but sweet attempt to soothe, you wonder for a moment if he is more mad that you touched the water, or that the water touched you.
He pouts his lips cutely. With and without a grimace, he is the pretty blue boy that not only sees you, but through you. Like he can watch your heart beat and find the irregularities. A few months ago, everything would have been different. You were learning the ways alongside the rest of them and he had chastised you. You do not look at the world hard enough.  
Later, the same day, you watched him entertain a game with children of the clan. Put his hand gently on his mother’s swollen belly. Maybe not, but I look hard at you. He was not nearly as mean as he wished he was.
“Am I so lacking as a teacher that you come here to blow off steam?” Still caressing your leg, but with an arrogance of voice. At that, you smile. Something familiar. Something you can toy with.
“You’re a little rough around the edges.” Tracing the coarse parts of his wide palm, then humming. “In the middle, too.” When he narrows his eyes, “everywhere, really.”
He could play the game like he is so tempted to, or he could throw a stone into the air and see exactly where it falls. First, he tugs at your chin, making you see him. You resist the urge to fall forward onto his lips.
“What’s the matter?” Earnest. The density of the air changes. Suddenly, breathing under water seems like it would be easier. Living on a dwarf planet with carbon monoxide.
“I think…,” one, two, three irregular heartbeats, “I can feel myself becoming cold.”
For a moment, he stalls. His canines prod at the insides of his cheeks like he is trying out your words in his pretty mouth. The war with the sky people has forced a hardness in everyone, that much was true. But again, you weren’t looking at the world hard enough. Family had never meant more – and neither had love.
So, he chuckles. First lifting a finger to stroke your jaw, with the ghost of a whisper, “you are warm around the edges.”
Then sliding his other hand low until it stretches across your stomach and you can feel the heat from his palm transferring into your body. He is leaning in now, nose brushing against yours, stealing a gasp from the back of your throat, and you’re strangely reminded that reefs emerge from sinking mountains.
Still, with his hand on your stomach, “in the middle, too.”
Before you can grab his annoyingly smug face, those violet-tinged lips move languidly against yours, leaving no gaps, weaving a messy web of saliva and heavy breathing, making it – “warm everywhere”. You swallow every groan that escapes him and bite your tongue when he starts to wreak havoc on your neck.
Sending a prayer out for the water, like the synergy of his lips on your skin could make a mountain drop.
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raceweek · 9 months
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they’re both in love with alex btw
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sofonn · 8 months
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my ultimate headcanon is that Dokja uses Huynsung-ssi as his big warm pillow (Huynsung don't mind he's just silly guy in love)
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