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b-lack-p-ink · 2 years

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[Breaking News] YG going to announce officially Blackpink's comeback within this today

#blackpink #yg entertainment #BETTER NOT BE KIRSSED

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chansaw · 1 year

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haunted narratives: life writing in an age of trauma (ed. gabrielle rippl, excerpt cited by tiina kirss) / heathers (1988) / my tears ricochet (taylor swift) / wuthering heights (emily brontë)

OR; a hungover attempt at webweaving to persuade you to vote for chansaw in the @redandbluebracket

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raducotarcea · 2 months

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in-sightpublishing · 4 months

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Pith 757: And I

Author(s): Scott Douglas Jacobsen Publication (Outlet/Website): Medium (Personal) Publication Date (yyyy/mm/dd): 2023/12/07 And I: oh eye, see I in i, instillunder sighte; a feelure failt; a randomdamn kirssed lipsealed; note me andamore. See “A partingtition.” License In-Sight Publishing by Scott Douglas Jacobsen is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives…

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magicmonstersandmischief · 7 months

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tagged by @justassorted 𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 : 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎

RULES: bold what applies - italicize sometimes. Repost, don’t reblog!

Steph

𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎 - true romantic, loving the classics, pricked fingers, perfect makeup done to impress, bruises easily, beloved but unknown, soul as old as time, overused and under-appreciated.

𝘿𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙎 - clean linens, youthful naivety, family, wide open spaces, running barefoot, moving towards instead of away, trying to forget about death, sun blindness.

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎 - standing tall, strong roots, a home to always return to, warm summer air, holding onto lost hope, belief in growth, painted overalls, split ends.

𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎 - the end of spring, determination for the truth, cold and cautious, moonlight on windowsills, the taste of ice, unnecessary shyness, quiet belief in the extraordinary, complicated morals.

𝘿𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙎 - mom friend, sweets, the smell of baking, riverbanks, leaving behind a toxic situation, being happy with your reflection, believing in luck, moving in a pack.

𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙎 - sour candies, unappreciated elegance, valour, crystals projecting rainbows on white walls, unintended organization, old royalty, refusal to bow, learning a new language for the fun of it.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎 - secret poison, perfect handwriting, crisp consonants, pressed and ironed sheets, open windows, infinite persistence, thick skin, colder hands.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾 - fleeting and fair, strong but delicate, radiating good vibes,the beauty of falling apart, the joy in being scattered, soft fabrics, whirlwind romance, keeping the door open.

Ash

𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎 - true romantic, loving the classics, pricked fingers, perfect makeup done to impress, bruises easily, beloved but unknown, soul as old as time, overused and under-appreciated.

𝘿𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙎 - clean linens, youthful naivety, family, wide open spaces, running barefoot, moving towards instead of away, trying to forget about death, sun blindness.

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎 - standing tall, strong roots, a home to always return to, warm summer air, holding onto lost hope, belief in growth, painted overalls, split ends.

𝘿𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙎 - mom friend, sweets, the smell of baking, riverbanks, leaving behind a toxic situation, being happy with your reflection, believing in luck, moving in a pack.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎 - secret poison, perfect handwriting, crisp consonants, pressed and ironed sheets, open windows, infinite persistence, thick skin, colder hands.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾 - fleeting and fair, strong but delicate, radiating good vibes,the beauty of falling apart, the joy in being scattered, soft fabrics, whirlwind romance, keeping the door open.

Kirss

𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎 - true romantic, loving the classics, pricked fingers, perfect makeup done to impress, bruises easily, beloved but unknown, soul as old as time, overused and under-appreciated.

𝘿𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙎 - clean linens, youthful naivety, family, wide open spaces, running barefoot, moving towards instead of away, trying to forget about death, sun blindness.

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎 - standing tall, strong roots, a home to always return to, warm summer air, holding onto lost hope, belief in growth, painted overalls, split ends.

𝘿𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙎 - mom friend, sweets, the smell of baking, riverbanks, leaving behind a toxic situation, being happy with your reflection, believing in luck, moving in a pack.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎 - secret poison, perfect handwriting, crisp consonants, pressed and ironed sheets, open windows, infinite persistence, thick skin, colder hands.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾 - fleeting and fair, strong but delicate, radiating good vibes,the beauty of falling apart, the joy in being scattered, soft fabrics, whirlwind romance, keeping the door open. Feel free to steal!

#memes #character memes

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m-o-t-y-l-e-k--a-n-y · 1 year

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kurws lomicy spotkam sie jutro s orzyjscilka kirss i ma 100% bedzis chciala isc na jakids jedzenie kudsa nie dam facy zjezc nix na miescis bez wymiotowania a tam jak ona bedzie mi stala orzed kabina to nawet nie bede miala jak

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cinderaudio · 2 years

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The lunar Chronicles. On Tik Tok Emma kirss 22. By Marissa meyer 👠🤍♊❣️🌠.

#books & libraries

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checkmeoutttpls · 2 years

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I SWEAR IF I GET KIRSSED ON TIKTOK ONE MORE TIME IM GONNA EXPLODE

#i cant take anymore #its annoying

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batsuchada · 2 years

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Nations League, Liga D: calendario, resultados, formato, clasificación

Resumen de la primera jornada Tras perder la eliminatoria de descenso en marzo, Estonia tuvo un comienzo positivo en la Liga D gracias a los goles de Robert Kirss y Joonas Tamm en la victoria por 2-0 contra San Marino, que sigue buscando su primera victoria en competición.

La otra selección recién llegada a la Liga D, Moldavia, inicia su intento de regresar rápidamente a la Liga C este viernes en Liechtenstein. Letonia, por su parte, también quiere empezar con buen pie, ya que recibirá a Andorra con el objetivo de no tropezar dos veces en la misma piedra. La selección del Principado consiguió un sorprendente empate en Riga en su primer partido de la temporada 2020/21.

#เกมสล็อตออนไลน์

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tigeherilanecookbook · 2 years

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Kirsi-kohupiimatäidisega pärg

KOOSTIS

35 g pärmi

3,5 dl piima

1 väike muna

1,25 dl suhkrut

1 tl soola

0.75 sl jahvatatud

kardemoni

9-10 dl nisujahu

1 dl sulatatud vöid

KOHUPIIMATÄIDIS

400 g kohupiima

1 dl suhkrut

1 sl vanillisuhkrut

2 sl vanillikastme pulbrit

1 sl sulatatud vöid

KIRSITÄIDIS

300 g külmutatud kirsse

1 sl suhkrut

1sl maisitärklist

PEALE

50 g valget sokolaadi

VALMISTAMINE

Hööru pärm käesoojas piimas vedelaks. Lisa lahtiklopitud muna, 1,25 dl suhkrut, maitseained ja pool jahust. Sega ühtlaseks. Lisa vähehaaval ülejaänud jahu ja sötku, kuni tainas eraldub kausi servadest. Lisa 1 dl sulatatud void. Lase rätiku all kahekordseks kerkida, u 1 tund.

Pane kirsid kastrulisse, lisa suhkur ja kuumuta, kuni kirsid pehmenevad. Lahusta tärklis väheses külmas vees ja nirista kirssidele. Kuumuta segades, kuni kirsisegu pakseneb. Lase jahtuda.

Sega kohupiima hulka suhkur, vanillisuhkur ja kastmepulber ning löpuks sulavoi.

Jaga tainas kolmeks tükiks, rulli need u 50-60 cm pikkusteks ja 8-10 cm laiusteks ribadeks. Määri tainaribadele kohupiimasegu nii, et ühest pikemast küljest jääb 3-4 cm vabaks. Tösta ühtlaselt peale kirsid. Keere tainaribad pikemast küljest alates kohupiimaga äärest rulli, suru otsad tihedalt kokku. Pöimi rullid palmikuks.

Aseta pärjana küpsetuspaberiga kaetud ahjuplaadile. Löika terava noa voi kääridega peale sisselöiked. Lase 20 minutit kerkida. Küpseta 200-kraadises ahjus 30-35 minutit. Vöta ahjust ja lase jahtuda. Sulata valge sokolaad vesivannil. Nirista pärjale ja lase tahkuda

#kirsid #parg #xmas #magus #coop

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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Christmas Specials: Fishcake

CW: Some hint of dehumanization and references to Bahram’s depression/past breakdown at the end, some brief emeto references, but really this is just fluff. Oh, also brief unintentional ableism that Miah calls out.

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BAHRAM’S NOTES

December 24th, 20XX 11:15 pm Mer in Residence: 71 Days

Miah showed up tonight with a Christmas present for me, and now I feel like a giant dick for not having anything to give her.

Christmas just isn’t a thing in my family. I mean, I have cousins who go overboard with it, kind of a fitting in thing, but my family never did. Baba does some kind of fast, but for Maman it’s just another day and for me it’s always meant mostly a day where I played video games all day because I didn’t have to be at school or work.

Oh, I need to call Baba and Maman tomorrow, note to self. She always gets worried about me right around the end of the year, what with how they figured out I was quitting school and everything.

I guess getting a phone call from a hospital leaves a bloody impression.

Anyway, Miah comes in with this big shopping bag in her hand, waving at me all bright and sunny and cheerful. She set the bag down long enough to berate me for - she assumed - having not taken my medicine on time.

For the record, she was right, but I didn’t tell her that.

Nearly drowning in saltwater made my lungs apparently terribly angry with me, so for the next eight days I’m on a run of antibiotics to handle a lovely case of bacterial pneumonia. Would’ve been far handier to get pneumonia right away, but instead I ended up in Urgent Care yesterday, paying 200 dollars and waiting two hours to see a doctor for less than ten minutes.

Dr. L says she’ll reimburse me the cost, but still.

Miah asked me how I was feeling, I said I felt fine, really, and then of course I had an awful coughing fit just to prove myself a wonderful liar. The coughing’s the worst part - every time I really get going, it’s like being underwater all over again. I can feel my lungs fighting to inflate, to take the air in, and I can hear how hard I’m working to get enough air to stop coughing at all. Miah can’t hear it, but she can see it all right, and she looked worried.

I signed, “I’m fine, it’ll stop, the doctor says it will,” and she frowned at me, but let it go, I guess. While she had her face turned away to greet the mer, I opened the pill bottle and dry-swallowed the meds really fast. Sometimes there are benefits to Miah not being able to hear things.

The mer - Kima, I can call him by his name in these notes, the ones only I see - was already at the side of the tank, watching us. He’s perked up a bit lately, since I started giving him live fish on the days Dr. L isn’t around and Miah brought him all these enrichment things. We’re doing what we can, but I know it’s still not enough.

Enough would be figuring out where his bloody family is and getting him back to them, but I just… I can’t even begin to explain, even to myself, the logistical nightmare of hauling a six-foot-long mer back to the ocean and finding someone who would take him back up north where his family likely is in the middle of bloody fucking December.

It’s the right thing to do, yeah.

But it’d just be too hard to pull off, not without losing… my whole taped-together life, yeah? Plus I’m still dealing with trying to figure out who exactly is my real employer at this point - who’s paying Dr. L - and what they want from the mer’s… thing he can do.

Miah glanced over at him and signed, “Don’t worry, I have something for you, too,” and Kima just looked back at her, head cocked to the side. She looked over at me and signed, “It’s a fish-cake.”

I have to admit, it took me a second to even begin to respond. My hands just… hung in mid-air, before finally I asked, “A what?”

“A fishcake. It’s like a fruitcake, but so much worse.” She leaned down to dig around in the big bag and pulled out a box, pausing to add, “I had to wrap it and box it or the car would have smelled horrible for days,” before she picked up and laid the box on my desk, opened it, took out something wrapped in layers of plastic, and unwrapped that, painstakingly slowly.

I glanced over at the mer, who watched with total fascination. Maybe he’d caught the sign for fish, he’s incredibly food-motivated. Which makes sense, of course, probably with his pod he’d spend a lot of his day eating and hunting for more, but

Bahram. Focus.

She was right - as soon as the plastic came off, I could smell it.

“How can you handle that? Isn’t your sense of smell… really good?” Ah, yes, I am always so proud of myself when I forget a sign for a word I want to say and have to sort of cobble together the spirit of it with other signs.

She looked at me with this sort of dry are you kidding me expression, then signed, “I’m deaf, B, not a superhero,” in a way that made me feel about ten inches tall.

“Sorry. That’s an awful smell, though.”

And it was. I like fish as much as the next man, but this was foul. She grinned at me and picked up the tupperware the fishcake was in using towels to protect her hands from picking the smell up too, I guess, and went over to the ladder up to the platform. Her back was already to me, so I couldn’t ask her the question I had, or tell her not to do that one-handed. Instead, I just sort of… got up and hovered uselessly while she climbed up without looking back, and then followed her up there.

The platform makes me… nervous, now. I stay closer to the ladder, farther from the water. I hope the mer, that Kima doesn’t think I don’t want to be close to him or something.

Miah took the lid off the tupperware and waited. Soon enough the mer popped up near us, interested in what we were doing on the platform.

I watched those nasal slits open wide when he smelled the fish. And I watched how his eyes went big and shiny with excitement. Whatever Miah had put in the foul thing, he wanted it.

She dumped it into the water - I didn’t see much, other than a sort of loaf-shape and a sense of texture I never want to think about again - and Kima tore into it. It was the grossest thing I’ve ever seen, and I have actually watched Kima eat raw fish that was living seconds before. I had to look away - and so did Miah, but she was laughing. She can’t hear herself, only feel the vibration in her own throat. Her laughs kind of sound almost honking, choked-off, just totally un-self-conscious noises she’s barely aware of.

I should tell her that I like the way she laughs.

Oh, I absolutely should not do that.

Maybe I should, though.

She grinned at me, still laughing, and signed, “This is disgusting!”

“It is,” I signed back, “And it’s your fault, don’t forget that!”

She was still laughing when Kima looked back up at us, fish bits smeared around his mouth, and she signed, “Merry Christmas, K-I-M-A,” to him. He stared back, signed yes, and then dove back under the water, present utterly devoured, leaving only gross little particles I will probably have to hose off the sides of the tank on cleaning day when the filters can’t quite pick them up.

Miah looked at me, and I just thought, you know, she’s really pretty even under the sun lamps, and nobody is pretty in that light. Then she signed, after this moment of stillness, “I bought you a present, too.”

“Me?” I pointed back at myself, blinking, surprised. “I don’t do Christmas, M, I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “I know. But I still bought a present. Can I show you?”

“Um, sure.” I get nauseous when I’m nervous. For a second, climbing back down the ladder, I thought I’d just get sick all over myself. I was badly designed, my defense mechanism is just to vomit on myself to scare predators away, clearly my body thinks pretty women are dangerous and I have to embarrass myself until they stop looking at me.

Finally, though, we were back at my desk. The smell… lingered. I’ve since burned the candle Miah got me, and the sulfur from the matches and the scent of the candle itself have largely done away with it, but when we got back, it was still powerful.

She didn’t pull anything out of the bag, instead she just took a small card out of her back pocket and handed it to me.

I looked down at it. “Alborz?” I realized I’d spoken out loud, looking down, and looked back up quickly so I could repeat it in sign, so she could see. “A-L-B-O-R-Z? A gift card to a restaurant?”

She nodded, quickly, signing so fast I was having trouble keeping up. I guess… was she nervous, too? “It’s food like you grew up with, yes?”

“Yeah, more or less. I mean nothing is better than my mother’s food. But why-”

She reached out and grabbed my arm with one hand to stop me, leaned in so close that the smell of this super subtle perfume she wears was stronger, for a second, than the smell of fish. “B,” She signed, with heavy, slow emphasis, “Think about why I bought you this.”

I just looked at her. I didn’t get it at all, and told her so.

I’m so bloody dense.

She sighed, throwing her hands up in the air with an eye-roll and a smile, and then signed, “When are you taking me there?”

She had to repeat the signs three times before I realized she was asking me on a date.

So anyway, I don’t think I’ll sleep a wink tonight, and also I think I celebrate Christmas now.

Date-mas.

That was an awful joke. I’m leaving it there just to properly shame myself if I ever reread this.

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@astrobly @burtlederp @finder-of-rings @slaintetowhump @moose-teeth @misspelledwitch @whumpfigure @whumptywhumpdump @boxboysandotherwhump @whumpywhumpwhump @yet-another-heathen @fanmanga1357-blog @justabitofwhump

#mer whump #christmas specials #signs of the sea #depression tw #breakdown mention tw #emeto references #mer whumpee #fluff #angst and fluff #all comfort no hurt #referenced drowning #bahram anvari #miah kirsse

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copok3 · 3 years

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#edmonds kirss ir slims

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sometipsygnostalgic · 3 years

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at first i didnt saw the apeal of krielle (bc i was like, kirss is a suelle shipper duh) but then i saw the fan art... and like, yeah this is a pretty good ship ngl

I dunno. Any ship that is not atrociously bad has the potential to be a good pairing in fanart. You could make a case for gamzee x feferi in homestuck. Or gamzee x the mayor.

What im saying is the good qualities you see in kris/noelle have less to do with whether they'd be good relationship partners and more to do with people exploring their friendship.

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