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Rare Vintage Punching Puppet Mikhail Gorbachev, 1980s appears to be fitted with custom shirt, 12", works Source: Slate Hill, NY Miedema Family Auction

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chernobog13 · 1 month

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Tonto and the Lone Ranger action figures from Gabriel Toys.

From what I've been able to gather, this line was originally released in 1973, with several figures, horses, and accessories made available. The figures were between 9" to 10" tall, so they were smaller than G.I. Joe (11.5"-12"), but bigger than the Mego figures (8"). Apparently the only other action figures (at the time) of the same scale was Mattel's Big Jim line.

I completely missed this figures when they came out, which is hardly surprising because there were no toy stores near me, and I rarely got to go to department stores with toy aisles. I'm not a huge Lone Ranger fan, but I did enjoy the 1950s TV series and the 1960s cartoons that aired on CBS (and later in syndication) and had a The Wild, Wild West-vibe. And I definitely would've wanted to collect these guys.

Interestingly enough, Gabriel Toys (aka Gabriel Industries) is the toy manufacturing division of CBS, which would later broadcast the Filmation series The New Adventures of the Lone Ranger (1980).

I'm surprised these figures were released at all, given that there was no corresponding television series, animated series, or film at the time. But from what I can find out the line did quite well, especially overseas, which lead to a reissue (with new outfits, playlets, and accessories) in the late 1970s.

Gonna have to start scouting these out on eBay.

#The Lone Ranger #Tonto #radio heroes #pulp heroes #action figures #toys #Gabriel Toys

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synkverv · 5 months

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the color violet never seemed to glow (until i saw it in your eyes)

Chapter One: fly with me Art by: @ewanmitchellcrumbs Pairing: Alicent/Rhaenyra (Rhaenicent), Laenor/Joffrey Lonmouth (mentioned) Rating: mature Tags & Warnings: alternate universe - 1980s, fluff and smut, angst and humor, period-typical homophobia, body dysmorphia, declarations of love, drinking Word Count: 6,460 AO3: link

Summary: (King's Landing, Westeros, August 1986). Alicent was devastated when Rhaenyra first told her she was moving to the Vale to attend university. So to try and cheer her friend up, Rhaenyra promised to make this the best summer ever. She doted on Alicent, treating her to any and every activity that crossed her mind. But as the date of Rhaenyra’s departure approached, Alicent couldn't help but sink into a depression. She struggled to admit the thoughts that plagued her whole existence: she was in love with Rhaenyra. Perhaps on their final outing together, during all the shopping, eating, sunbathing, drinking, and dancing, she will be brave and say what's always been on her mind. But unbeknownst to her, Rhaenyra has the same idea.

Notes: this is my submission for @hotd-bigbang. and a special thank you to ewanmitchellcrumbs for the header, moodboard, dividers, and for organizing this event so wonderfully!! this was my first big bang and it won’t be my last. it’s been such a fantastic experience. thank you again ewanmitchellcrumbs and it’s been so great working with you!

anyway, thanks for reading! this was initially a one-shot but it grew too long for my liking so i’ve decided to split it up into two chapters (or perhaps more but don’t hold me to that!) chapter two will be posted at a later date, hopefully sooner rather than later.

The Vale.

Once a place that rarely crossed her mind now burrows into her every waking thought. She hates the Vale. Rather, she hates what it will take from her. Stealing away the most prized person in her life and keeping her behind its walls was a worthy enough reason to hate anything. She thinks about the people there, and she hates them, too. She hates all the new individuals who threaten to invade her friend's life. She can’t help but think of those who will replace everyone she had here in King's Landing. A new friend group, a new boy toy, and worst of all, a new best friend. Everything Alicent knows and lives will be nothing but a distant memory to Rhaenyra. Fragments of an old life. Despite her moping, Alicent accepts nothing stays the same forever. It’s life’s impossibility. Change is inevitable. But truthfully, what nineteen-year-old understands that? It’s silly to blame a location for her distress, she knows, but Alicent needs something to take the brunt of her frustration. It helps to focus her attention on the wrong thing, or so she believes it does. She convinces herself it’s easier to despise a place that means little to her than to despise her friend's choices. Or worse, to despise her friend herself.

She’s lying on her back atop her bed’s grey-green duvet. Her ankles are crossed and her fingers are laced together resting limply on her stomach. Her steady breathing conceals the torrent of thoughts racing behind her eyes. The shades are drawn, keeping the otherwise cheerful room as dark as her mood.

Alicent grimaces.

What kind of person would she be if she hated Rhaenyra for pursuing her dreams and goals in life? As her best friend, she should support her in all her endeavors. Even if it hurts. Rhaenyra wants to attend the same university as her mother. So, what? Alicent understands the need to feel close again to one’s late mother if nothing else.

Alicent hadn’t seen her mother in four years before her sudden illness last year. Her father had split up the family when he took up his current job working alongside Rhaenyra’s father in the capital. At his insistence, Alicent and her brothers came to live in King’s Landing to study and make important connections to aid their careers. Grayce, however, refused to move and remained in Oldtown with her brother-in-law, Hobert, and his sweet wife with whom she was close. Otto and Viserys had been friends for longer than either were married but it still shocked the whole family when he chose Viserys over Grayce.

Alicent wishes she asked her mother why she stayed behind. Four years is a long time to spend away from your husband and your children. Why not come? Father avoids the question when I ask , she thinks, I doubt I’ll ever know why now .

Yet though it seemed their marriage was strained for reasons unaddressed, Alicent watched her father become ever-dutiful and caring for his wife when she fell ill. Alicent, her brothers, and her father flew back to Oldtown the second they found out Grayce was sick. They lived at the hospital and Hobert’s home for nearly a full year. Grayce’s funeral was attended by hundreds of mourners from both the Hightower and Redwyne families. Alicent and her siblings stayed under their uncle’s roof for another week after Grayce’s passing before flying home to King’s Landing. It still surprises Alicent that they lasted that long. Otto had grown noticeably aimless and restless following the funeral, annoying his brother, his sister-in-law, his nieces and nephews, everyone. Gwayne later told her he suspected that their father disliked being around the family without being the center of attention, but Alicent, at the time, just believed he struggled to express his grief properly. Losing a mother was hard enough, she couldn’t imagine losing a life partner, the second half of one’s being.

" Allie, door! " her brother calls from downstairs.

She glances at the alarm clock to her right on her bedside table. Half nine , it reads. She’s late, as usual . But Alicent doesn’t care. She never does. Not on the first day of summer or today, the last. Rhaenyra promised to make this the best summer ever, and so far, it had been just that. Yet the thought of it ending lingered in the back of Alicent's mind the whole time, spoiling even the best moments. She’ll never let Nyra know though. She knows her friend feels guilty enough about moving away and she doesn’t want to make it worse on either of them. They avoid the subject.

"Be down in a second!" she shouts. She hears her brother respond but can’t make out what he said. Not that it matters. Gwayne makes snide comments all the time, and they’re so often meaningless. She checks herself out in the mirror on the back of her door, never one to leave the house unmade or underdressed. She brushes the wrinkles out of her light jean shorts and straightens her loose, sleeveless white top. Her crimped auburn hair is full and teased out. It’s almost hard to the touch from the layers and layers of hairspray, just the way she likes it. She grabs a couple of makeup products from her organized desktop and returns to the mirror, leaning almost close enough to brush her nose against it. She quickly slathers her favorite shade of pink lipstick over her lips. Next, she applies a modest amount of black mascara to her lashes, gently accentuating their natural length. Father hates if I wear too much makeup… or any , she thinks as she stares at her reflection. At least he’s not here to see it . She looks down at her hands and frowns. The skin around her fingers is red and angry, sporting more than a few scabs. She used to wear nail polish to distract the eye but she couldn’t keep from picking at the pastel colors. She grew tired of reapplying the polish day after day, so she stopped. Her picking has never been worse, never been so obvious. She hopes Rhaenyra doesn’t mention it.

Alicent snatches her crossbody purse from the hook by her door and all but runs downstairs. She expects to find her friend inside by the backdoor, like usual, but when she gets there, nobody is there. Garage . Rhaenyra never knocks at the front door, not since it got Alicent in trouble for ‘bothering’ her father. Father hates it when Rhaenyra stops by unannounced, or even when it’s planned. Despite Rhaenyra’s father being his best, if not only friend, Otto disliked her. It seems she was ever the thorn in his side, much to the confusion of both girls. He refused to elaborate on his distaste for Rhaenyra no matter how often Alicent would ask. So, the two girls agreed to keep their rendezvous and plans hidden from Otto. Alicent only ever tells her Gwayne, the only brother who still lives with her, where she is going and who she is going with (it’s always Rhaenyra).

Alicent turns from the back door and crosses the house to the kitchen. She finds Gwayne sitting at the kitchen island, a math textbook and notebook splayed open before him. Across the room is the door leading to the garage, cracked open just a hair.

Without looking up, he says, "Father won't be home until late again. Make sure you're back before then ‘cause I can’t cover for you." She nods, knowing Gwayne has plans to see his girlfriend that night. Alicent turns to leave but Gwayne speaks up again. "Hey." She looks back at him, her hand on the garage door handle.

"Yeah?"

"Have fun."

"Thanks," Alicent says, flashing a soft grin. “You, too.” She pushes the door aside and sees Rhaenyra leaning casually against her bike, parked inside the open garage. With her back to Alicent, she doesn’t immediately acknowledge her presence. Her friend’s eyes are locked on the empty driveway and road. Alicent smiles as she regards Rhaenyra. Ever the rebel, she wears a bulky leather jacket over an all too familiar, clearly favored purple tube top romper. Her long silver-gold hair runs down her jacket like a calm waterfall. She cradles a black helmet under her left arm and rests her dominant hand on top of a secondary helmet sitting on the motorcycle’s seat.

“Does it work now?” Alicent asks as she closes the door behind her, breaking the silence and announcing herself. Rhaenyra whips around, grinning.

"Of course. I made it here didn’t I?”

“You made it all the way to Harwin’s last time, too.” Rhaenyra flushed, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Daemon helped me fix it up after it broke down. It's not gonna fall apart again." She glanced at the yellow motorcycle and made a face. "Probably. Anyway, let's go." She jumps away from her bike, dropping the helmet beside the other, and takes Alicent’s hands in her own. "Fly with me," she says, a fox-like smirk pulling at the left corner of her mouth. Mischief flickers in her violet eyes.

"Why is it such a secret this time, Rhaenyra? What have you planned?"

"And spoil everything? You trust me, right?"

"Yes, of course I do..."

"So, hop on." Rhaenyra pulls Alicent to the motorcycle and drops her hands. She swings a leg over the seat and plops down onto the fabric seat. She yanks one of the helmets down over her head and holds out the second for Alicent. Alicent takes the helmet, puts it on, and sits behind Rhaenyra. The seat isn’t the largest, but neither of the girls is particularly big. They fit, but just barely. Alicent clasps her hands together around her friend’s waist as Rhaenyra fires up the engine. She held onto Rhaenyra a little tighter than was necessary, but Rhaenyra didn’t complain. Alicent hates motorcycles, especially this beat-up old thing, but Rhaenyra was proud of her tinkering skills. So, she ignores her fears. If it makes Nyra happy, it makes her happy ( it gives her an excuse to hold on to Rhaenyra ).

Rhaenyra speeds out of the garage and barrels down Alicent's neighborhood street. Anxious, Alicent leans her body against Nyra for support. She can’t help but close her eyes as they drive through the claustrophobic streets of King's Landing. She feels the wind tugging at her hair, the red mess flying behind her like a flag. Her hairspray fights back as best it can, but she knows the style is ruined. Oh, well . It isn’t something she didn’t anticipate. Rhaenyra’s antics have ruined more than a few hairdos and outfits. What’s one more?

Alicent feels Rhaenyra steering them further and further south, and then the realization comes to her. She knows exactly where they are going even without looking. She had lived here long enough. If she wasn't so terrified, she would smile.

A day at the beach, so it is , she thinks when they finally stop. Rhaenyra had parked along a residential street behind the Conqueror's Boardwalk, sandwiching them in between a gold sedan and a black SUV. The girls dismount and Alicent looks around at the buildings lining the boardwalk. She spies countless other people walking about in their swimsuits, coverups, and regular day clothes. It’s a superbly pleasant day to Alicent. There isn’t a cloud in the sky but a cool ocean breeze offers some relief from the summer heat.

“The beach then?” Alicent asks, giggling softly. “Why was this a secret?”

“It’s not just the beach.”

“What else?”

“You’ll see,” Rhaenyra says, flashing a white grin. “Let’s go!” And without another word, she dashes off towards the boardwalk.

“Wait, Nyra!” Alicent calls after her, jogging after her as quickly as she can.

“Come on! Hurry up!”

“I’m trying!” She struggles to keep up since running isn’t her strong suit. Westerosi people don’t exercise as much as they should. When she catches up, she finds Rhaenyra waiting outside a cute shop on the boardwalk. Just Seahorsing Around , reads the sign above the building. Seahorse decals cover the windows, accompanying numerous more seahorse puns. She can’t help but smile at the ridiculous place. From the exterior, she isn’t sure what they sell inside. Aside from jokes, anyway. Her friend, however, seems familiar with the shop. Just as Alicent opens her mouth to ask, Rhaenyra takes Alicent by the wrist and guides her inside the store.

Though a modest building size, she can’t say the owners don’t utilize the space efficiently. She eyes the circular racks at the front stuffed with hanging bathing suits of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Flip-flops, beach bags, coolers, towels, sunscreen lotion, umbrellas, volleyballs, and sandcastle toys for little ones occupy the numerous free-standing shelves and display tables that dot the floor. By the register, there are various snacks like bagged chips, soda, fruity hard candy, and individually wrapped Twinkies for customers. She notes that they don’t sell anything that can significantly melt in the summer heat like chocolates and cold treats. It was anything and everything a beachgoer could possibly want, and Alicent was almost awestruck.

“We’ll obviously need to change,” Rhaenyra says, still pulling Alicent along as if worrying she might get lost in the store. “Unless you prefer your underwear.” She winks with an open smile.

“No!” Alicent says. “How absurd!” She giggles as she pictures herself wading in the ocean water in her bra and panties. “You know, I have a perfectly good bathing suit at home I could have brought?”

“That old blue and cream thing? Nah, you desperately need something new. Something from this decade.” Rhaenyra drops Alicent’s arm and stops at a large rack packed with countless hanging suits, one and two-piece alike.

“It’s only two years old,” Alicent says.

“Whatever. It screams Yucksville ‘75, dude. Now,” Rhaenyra says as she begins fingering through the available options, “treat yourself to 1986. See, now these are bitchin’.” She pulls out two hangers and grins. “Here, hold these a sec’,” she says, shoving the swimsuits at Alicent. She returns her attention to the rack and grabs a few more choices. Rhaenyra looks around the store and says, “Ah!” when she spots a changing area at the back. “I’m gonna try these on real quick.” Alicent hands back the suits and watches her practically skip into one of the changing room stalls.

She laughs to herself and begins to skim through the rack herself. She wants something that isn’t too revealing nor too prudish like her old blue one-piece. Yet, she has trouble finding the one . She isn’t as confident in her body as Rhaenyra is with her perfect figure and curves in all the right places. Alicent is stick-thin by comparison. She worries that her bones are too visible, that her veins show through her skin too much, that she’s too tall, and other such silly things. Still, she wants to be confident in front of her friend. Even if she has to pretend. She shakes her head. She’s supposed to enjoy this day, the last day she’ll have with Rhaenyra, and she can’t let body image issues take any enjoyment away from her.

Alicent picks out three different swimsuits, three she would never normally wear. She thinks they would look stunning on Rhaenyra, so why not on her, too?

“So, what do you think?” Alicent didn’t hear Rhaenyra behind her until she spoke. She turns around to see Rhaenyra posing in one of the suits, barefoot. She is holding one hand on her hip while the other frames one side of her round face. Her grin is infectious as she shows off a deep red bikini with high-cut bottoms and a twisted bandeau top. Of course, that’s what she picked .

“I think it’s very you.” Rhaenyra’s brows shoot up and her grin widens.

“Good, ‘cause this is what I liked best.” Rhaenyra’s eyes drift to the swimsuits Alicent had draped over one arm. “Those look cute,” she says, that mischievous sparkle returning to her eyes. Before she says anything, Rhaenyra once more attaches herself to Alicent. Still grinning, she pulls them over to the changing rooms. Rhaenyra opens a stall and squeezes the both of them inside, latching the thin wooden door behind her. Alicent doesn’t protest, at least, not much.

“Won’t we get in trouble?” Alicent whispers.

“For what? We’re not doing anything. Mothers take their little kiddos in with them all the time, what’s the harm?” She thinks about mentioning that they are two fully grown girls, not a mother-and-daughter duo, but she gives up. Although Alicent trembles at the mere thought of getting in trouble with authority, Rhaenyra has an oddly calming effect on her. If she knows about that power, Alicent thinks she could encourage her to do anything she wants. Hmph, perhaps she already does , she thinks, looking at her friend in the stall with her. She’s a terrible influence but I wouldn’t change a thing .

“Fine, I hope you’re right.” She’ll keep her voice down all the same. Alicent slings the swimsuits over the top of the door as there are no hooks or anywhere to sit in the tiny stall.

Despite her personal issues with her body, she never is shy to change in front of Rhaenyra. Perhaps she’s a little coy, but Nyra doesn’t have anything different… down there . She’s seen her friend naked more times than she can count, and vice versa. Flesh is flesh. Alicent shrugs off her white blouse, kicks off her black flats, and steps out of her jeans. She throws the clothes over the door before unclasping her bra and pulling down her panties. Rhaenyra offers to hold them instead of adding them to the crowd of clothing. Alicent thanks her, handing them over, and takes one of the suits down to try on.

She looks at herself in the mirror hanging on the back wall and huffs. It’s not to her liking. Rhaenyra agrees, so Alicent tries the second one on. She likes it better, but the bottom sags and makes her butt look strange. Not an ideal look. She grabs the third which, out of the three, is far superior. The flounced top and skirted bottom suit her more girlish style while highlighting her bosom and ass. She loves the rich green shade against her pale skin. She shakes her head, raking her fingers through her hair to bring it all forward over her shoulders. Rhaenyra peers into the mirror from behind Alicent, smirking.

“I have an idea,” she says. “Switch tops with me.”

“Why?”

“We’ll match. Or we’ll mismatch together. C’mon, please?” Rhaenyra pouts, batting her long white lashes at Alicent. As always, she can’t seem to say no. Alicent signs and pulls off her top, Rhaenyra doing the same. They swap and admire themselves in the mirror, Rhaenyra wearing green up top and red on the bottom and Alicent the reverse. Rhaenyra shakes her breasts back and forth, making the flounced top flutter. Alicent feels her cheeks warming and averts her eyes to her own chest. The red top flatters her figure as well as the other, but the cut wasn’t something she would choose herself. The top threatens to slip down to her waist any minute. At least, that’s how it feels. It isn’t as tight and secure as the tops she typically wears. Father would despise me in this , she thinks. And suddenly a thought comes to her. She wonders if it’s always been her father’s voice in her head that says unflattering and negative things about her body. Bravely, she pushes the negativity aside. Father would never allow me to wear this . But he isn’t here . She looks at her pink lips and black eyelashes, and a soft smile comes to her mouth. What harm is one more little secret? She sighs, pulling the top up as far as she can without showing the underside of her breasts. But she’ll make do if it makes her friend happy. And she does seem so happy.

They gather up the rejected suits and their clothes then exit the changing room in their new swimsuits. Alicent tries her best to look inconspicuous while Rhaenyra does not care either way. Both are barefoot as they carry their shoes in one hand with their outfits resting over an arm.

“We just need a few more things,” Rhaenyra says, “then we can properly enjoy ourselves.” I’m already enjoying myself plenty , Alicent thinks, just being with you . She nods and follows as Rhaenyra approaches a long shelving unit that almost runs the whole length of the store. They each pick out a cheap towel and a pair of flip-flops before heading to the front where they browse a rack of sunglasses. Rhaenyra chooses a pair of traditional black aviators but Alicent picks a gold-framed pair with thin, pink rectangle lenses. They aren’t ideal for fighting off the sunlight, however, they are simply too cute to resist.

“Any snacks?” Rhaenyra says as they near the cashier’s counter. Alicent glances at the options again and shakes her head.

“I should limit my bad habits,” she answers, eyeing the chips and soda. They each place their towels, flip-flops, and glasses on the counter. The cashier welcomes them and begins calculating their items on the cash register. They take turns showing the tags on their swimwear for him to total as well. He’s a tall boy around their age, in his mid-teens Alicent guesses. He has silver dreadlocks that dust the shoulders of his teal t-shirt and an otherwise dark complexion. He smells both spicy and sweet, like gardenias or freshly cut grass. He’s nothing like the average beach bum, looking out of place and uncomfortable behind the store’s counter. She senses a longing from him. He’s familiar to her but she can’t place where they might have met before. School, probably. Her eyes lock on the lanyard around his neck clasping a white name card that reads Laenor . Hm .

“Y’know, if you’re hungry, there’s an ice cream shop a little way down the boardwalk,” Laenor suggests. His voice is calm and quiet; Alicent has to stain her ears just to hear him. “Just head towards the pier and you’ll see it on the way. Wylde Flavors. They specialize in all sorts of unique tastes… if you’re interested in that kinda thing.” The girls shoot each other a look before Rhaenyra tells him that sounds like a fine idea. She thanks him and flashes a tight smile. “Need a bag?” Rhaenyra nods her head, avoiding eye contact as she takes a tote bag from Laenor. He smiles awkwardly in return as she packs their towels, her romper, jacket, and shoes inside. Alicent shoves her own clothes in the bag and puts on her pair of flip-flops. Fiddling with her sunglasses, she looks back and forth between the other two, her brows furrowing. What’s their damage?

“So,” Rhaenyra says after clearing her throat, “how’s Laena doing?”

“Oh, she’s fine, yeah. Fine, she’s good. She’s been, uh, overseas all summer but she calls me every night.”

“Yeah? What’s she doing over…?”

“Um, in Pentos, yeah. It’s some horse racing thing. She competes now. Her mare is this beast of a thing. Scares Papa but you know how he dotes on her.” Rhaenyra nods.

“I remember her saying something about wanting to own a horse a few times,” Rhaenyra says with a genuine smile. “Glad she’s doing that for herself.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re all very proud of her.”

“I expect she’ll be bringing the gold home.”

“Without a doubt, yeah. She’d spend all day every day on that horse if she could.”

“When does she come back home?”

“Oh, uh, two weeks from Thursday?”

“Nice. Well, give my love to her and hope you’re doing good, too.”

“I am, yeah, thanks.”

“Good! Good. See you ‘round then.” Rhaenyra throws the tote back over a shoulder, slides on her flip-flops and glasses, and takes Alicent by the arm. Laenor waves goodbye to Alicent as Rhaenyra all but drags her outside. All she can do is offer a confused expression in return before.

Sunlight splashes off Rhaenyra’s pale skin as they stand on the busy boardwalk, half-blinding Alicent. She breaks away from her friend’s grasp with a jerk of her arm. Rhaenyra turns back and Alicent says with a short laugh,

“What the hell was all that?” She poses the question in a friendly way but doesn’t hide her bewilderment from the odd interaction. She had never seen such an awkward, stiff conversation from Rhaenyra before.

“We… dated for a couple of months,” Rhaenyra admits. “But it wasn’t a serious thing.”

“What, when was this?” Rhaenyra tells me everything . Why would she keep him a secret?

“While you were back in Oldtown.” Oh . Alicent’s expression sours. Mama . She feels a knot forming in her stomach, weighing her down as her thoughts put words in Rhaenyra’s mouth. She wants to puke.

“Why didn’t you mention it when I came back? Boyfriends are usually worth mentioning,” she says. The friendliness is notably gone from her tone now.

“I don’t know… Slipped my mind?” Alicent gives her a disbelieving expression, tilting her head. Rhaenyra sighs. “He’s a nice boy and we were hanging out a lot anyway; his dad is friends with mine, yeah? I thought there was a spark, but… we weren’t the fit I thought we were.”

“That’s it?” It can’t be. A flurry of images crosses her mind and she shivers with disgust. She pictures Laenor’s soft hands all over Rhaenyra, and hers on him. Their lips touching, her head resting on his chest. I can’t stand to think of you in the arms of anyone else. To think their fingers brushed against your flawless skin and got tangled in your white hair, it’s torture. Boys always lick their lips like hungry beasts when they look at you. But you’re more than a lamb to the slaughter to me. I wish you’d take me, feed me, eat me . Rhaenyra looks ashamed, embarrassed, and a different thought grows in Alicent’s mind. Did he hurt her? But before she could ponder it anymore, Rhaenyra speaks up.

“He’s… a queer, all right? I realized maybe two months in that he was in love with his ‘best friend’ and not me. I wasn’t going to be his beard. It wasn’t fair to me and it’s not fair to him.”

“I see,” Alicent says, relief washing over her in an instant. “That was probably the best thing.”

“Yeah,” Rhaenyra says. “Don’t, like, tell people. He really is a nice boy and I’m not sure he’s… comfortable with himself yet. It’s not exactly cool to be like that, y’know?” Yeah, I know .

“My lips are sealed.” Alicent pinches two fingers together and drags them across her lips. Changing the topic, she says, “So how about that ice cream place?” Rhaenyra brightens in an instant.

“It’s a brilliant idea for such a hot day! Come.” And with that, Rhaenyra has her hand around Alicent’s wrist again and pulls her along. There’s something desperate in the way Rhaenyra clings to Alicent.

Laenor had been right, the ice cream shop wasn’t terribly far away. But although Alicent expected to stop in a similar-sized building to Just Seahorsing Around, they instead find themselves at a small stand on the boardwalk. An older woman greets them, telling them to take their time deciding what they want. The girls thank her. Alicent squints at the stand’s menu, frowning as she reads through the ‘unique’ options. Peanut butter and chocolate chip? Mint pistachio? Cookies and cream and strawberry? Lazy creativity, she thinks. She glances at Rhaenyra who seems more delighted with the choices. She rolls her eyes, smiling. At least there are still normal flavors for me.

After a few minutes, Alicent orders a medium cup of regular mint chocolate chip. She thanks the woman again when she is handed the food and a plastic spoon. Rhaenyra hums, still eyeing the menu as Alicent takes a small bite. It’s frigid! She nearly spits her bite out, worrying it will aggravate her sensitive molar. She holds the bite on her tongue, letting it melt and run down her throat. I’ll let it warm a little before I have another bite, she thinks.

“I’ll have, uh, a peanut butter— wait, no. How about a… Actually, just a double scoop of the cookie dough. In a waffle cone, please,” Rhaenyra says.

“Sure thing, kiddo,” the woman replies. She passes the cone to Rhaenyra and plops two generous scoops of ice cream on top. They pay separately and walk further down the boardwalk. Their chatter is nothing special.

Did you hear the Triarchy’s new song?

Yeah! It was on the radio last night. Even Gwayne said he liked it.

It was bitchin’. I wish Whyte Wyrm would come around, I’d kill to see ‘em live.

Maybe I’ll visit and take you to the concert when they come to the Vale.

I’d love that.

As they talk, Rhaenyra begins to scout out an area on the beach for them to set up. Their arms are interlocked, the two girls now walking side-by-side without care in the world. All the morose thoughts, all the negativity, had vanished. She’s in a true state of bliss… until she hears it. Alicent’s chest tightens as a wolf whistle pierces through the air behind them. She wishes she could drop her food and cover herself up. She wants to run away and hide from predatory eyes. She never shows so much of her body, she knows it was a mistake.

As if sensing Alicent’s distress, or acting out of her own fury, Rhaenyra whips around to face the whistler.

“Hey!” Nyra shouts. Alicent musters up the courage to look back, too. She’s shocked to see two boys significantly younger than herself perched on the wooden rail of the boardwalk. Their backs are to the beach, feet swinging below them. They are an odd couple, to be sure. She first eyes the one with dark, greased-back hair and a yellow button-down shirt. He is a large person, comically so compared to his friend. His friend, the closer of the two and the whistler if his smirk was any giveaway, is easily a third of his weight. He had sandy hair that was in desperate need of trimming as the bangs were more like curtains for his eyes. Neither looks old enough to be in high school, but people seem to retain their youth longer nowadays. Gwayne is almost seventeen, she thinks, and he still has baby fat in his cheeks. Regardless of their age, they’re too young to be acting like creepy old men.

Rhaenyra smirks at Alicent, mischief sparkling in her eyes yet again, and chucks her ice cream cone at the closest boy. It hits him square in the face, covering his face, hair, and the collar of his tee. Ice cream drips from his bangs onto his pants and shoes. He blinks through the food before wiping the rest out of his eyes. Alicent’s mouth drops open as the second boy guffaws, slapping his friend’s back. The first boy, his clothes now saturated in Rhaenyra’s frozen treat, growls at the other. He lunges for the dark-haired boy, tackling him to the ground. Alicent watches as he drives his fists into his gut over and over again. Left, right . Left, right . Left, right . The boy on the ground tries his best to block the hits with his arms, grunting as he fights off his small attacker. She can’t help but compare them to a pissed-off Chihuahua on top of an adult Pittie.

“Willie, knock it off! Willie! Stop!” the bigger boy says between punches.

“Don’t call me Willie, Jerry !”

“Fuck you! You know that’s my dog’s name!”

“Aw, named after the dog, boo hoo hoo.”

Rhaenyra cackles, invariably proud of the chaos she causes. She takes Alicent’s wrist and draws her away from the ridiculous scene. They jump off the boardwalk, landing on the sand of the crowded beach. Rhaenyra doesn’t let go until they find a spot far enough away that neither girl can still see the boys.

Giggling, Alicent says, “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Can’t you?” Her smile falters a bit, seeing a strange glint in Rhaenyra’s violet eyes. She pushes the subconscious question aside and laughs again.

“Of course. It would be unlike you not to cause a mess.” The strangeness vanishes from her friend’s features as she laughs. “But now you’ve wasted your ice cream.”

“It’s all right,” Rhaenyra says, but Alicent knows Rhaenyra wanted the food more than she did.

“Here.” Alicent holds out her cup. “I’ve got more than I can eat.” Rhaenyra grabs the spoon and takes a modest bite. “Have more than that,” Alicent says with a small laugh. They take turns with the spoon, Alicent eating much less than her friend. Before long the girls empty the paper cup, both satisfied. Alicent tosses the trash in a nearby garbage can like she had seen the guys at high school practice do a thousand times before. Rhaenyra holds up ten fingers.

“A perfect score!” she says.

“You’re not playing favorites, are you?” Alicent asks with a smug grin.

“Absolutely not. I can’t help that the cutest player is also the best.” Another smile. Rhaenyra suggests they find a spot on the beach to sunbathe for a while. As they start scouting, Alicent stops.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“We forgot to buy sunscreen. I’ll run back —”

“Nah, we don’t need it.”

“You sure?”

“Fire cannot kill a dragon.” Rhaenyra winks. But I’m not a dragon, Alicent thinks. Rhaenyra touches her arm, turns, and takes off further down the beach. Sand kicks up behind her feet like fireworks. “C’mon!” she calls back. Alicent watches the sunlight bounce off Rhaenyra’s blonde hair as it dances after her in the wind. Such impossible beauty. Her hair must be spun from a spool of silver-gold thread. Alicent shakes herself out of her daze and follows after Rhaenyra. When she finally stops running, Alicent realizes how isolated they are. She can’t see anybody else around, just the sand and the splashing waves. It’s their private piece of land, for all intents and purposes. She smiles.

“Here?” Rhaenyra asks.

“Sure, why not?” It’ll be nice to have the privacy , she thinks. Rhaenyra drops the tote bag down on the ground and pulls out their towels. Alicent takes her black and gold striped towel and lays it down over the hot sand. Rhaenyra does the same, setting hers hardly an inch from Alicent’s. Sitting down on the towel, she pops off her flip-flops and sets them next to her in the sand. Both girls lie down on their backs, adjusting to achieve maximum comfort. Alicent stretches her arms over her head, resting one arm on her forehead and the other on the towel. She crosses one ankle over the other and steals a quick glance at Rhaenyra. Her arms are lying still by her sides and her legs are positioned like thin, white mountains, knees to the sky. Alicent closes her eyes, focusing on her breathing. If she’s lucky, she’ll get a little nap.

She isn’t sure how much time has passed when Rhaenyra’s voice startles her awake.

“This is really pleasant,” Rhaenyra says with a sigh. “We needed this. It’s not too long now before I leave.” Alicent’s eyes crack open and she moves her arms down beside her.

“Do we have to think about you leaving?” she asks, her voice low. My whole world will change when I can’t see you every day.

“You’re right, it’s not a happy subject.” Rhaenyra turns her head to look at Alicent. “Hey, I’m sorry I brought it up.” She goes quiet but only for a second. “Want me to make it up to you?”

“Is that not what today is?” Rhaenyra smiles.

“Partly,” she says as she rolls onto her side, propping her head up with an arm.

“Oh? How else will you make it up to me?” Alicent asks, smirking.

“Like… this …” Alicent feels Rhaenyra’s hand sneak across her bare stomach and slip under the hem of her swim bottoms. She freezes and so does Nyra’s hand. The two girls make eye contact, and a silent agreement is made. Is this real? Alicent thinks as Rhaenyra’s middle finger glides over her soft, dry clit. It rubs back and forth, massaging gently. Alicent’s breathing starts to deepen and she speads her legs. She watches her breasts rise and fall as Rhaenyra’s movements grow in intensity.

“I love a shaved pussy,” Rhaenyra says under her breath. Her thumb rubs against the hairless mons venus as her index and middle finger continue to work Alicent’s swollen clit. Moisture spreads over her lips and spills down her cheeks, collecting at the bottom of her swimsuit. Never had she been so thankful for dark clothes before. She can feel the burning pressure building inside of her, the heat promising an explosive orgasm. Her right leg quivers and she rolls her hips as Rhaenyra plays her like an instrument. She hears the panting and the moans coming from her own mouth. Rhaenyra kisses her flat stomach and she cums.

If she could think coherently, she might have been embarrassed she came so quickly. She might have worried someone might see them. But she can’t think straight, not when it started and certainly not now. Her head is empty as her body buzzes with pleasure. Rhaenyra leaves another kiss on her stomach and pulls her hand out of Alicent’s swimsuit. Nyra smiles, staring up at Alicent, and sucks on her fingers.

“Delicious,” she says. Both giggle softly. Alicent turns on her side to face Rhaenyra. They stay like that for a time, Alicent isn’t sure how long, just looking at each other. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes seem to glow, saying everything her mouth isn’t. But what was the ultimate experience, the very thing Alicent secretly dreamed about every night, makes their situation that much harder. Rhaenyra will leave for the Vale and leave Alicent behind. She’ll cry and pray to see her at every possible opportunity. Yet, it can’t soften the sting of separation.

Rhaenyra’s eyebrows press together. “Hey,” she says. “I hate to see you in this mood. Why not liven up and party? Just the two of us, right here.”

“Okay,” Alicent agrees, smiling. As long as she’s here, she knows Rhaenyra will care for her. She has to treasure and make the most of the limited time they have left.

“I’m gonna get us some booze.” Alicent nods and Rhaenyra takes off towards the boardwalk. She lies back down on her towel, closes her eyes, and waits.

#synwrites #hotd big bang #house of the dragon big bang #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenicent #alicent x rhaenyra #rhaenyra x alicent #laenor velaryon #hotd #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #i really can't thank ewanmitchellcrumbs enough 🙌🙏💜#everybody needs to shower her with love for organizing this event bc she did an incredible job #and yes i turned syrax into a jankey motorcycle lmfao

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Tamagotchi Featured on Z-Chan and Shohei-San on Television Nishinippon in Japan

Remember when we saw Matt from Tamagotchi Center behind cameras at the Bandai Namco Cross store in Fukuoka? Well the full video is here, and it does not disappoint! The television program is titled “Z-Chan and Shohei-San”. A generation Z girl meets a television personality of Showa and Heisei era. Showa era means post-war to 1980’s, and Heisei is 1990’s to 2019 and they experience the retro culture together. This program was broadcasted on Television Nishinippon, a local television station based in Fukuoka, Japan.

First the video starts off with the hosts talking about Tamagotchi and it’s popularity, they then discuss how they’ve acquired a Tamagotchi Original that is rare with a white shell from 1996. It has not been used since then! They hatch their first Babytchi together.

They then interview Yuri Okamoto of the Bandai planning team of the Toy Division Global Toy Planning Department. Yuri reviews with them how Tamagotchi became such a huge hit, not only in Japan but globally. They ask Yuri where they can purchase Tamagotchi, and that’s where their journey to the Bandai Namco Cross Store in Fukuoka begins.

They travel to the Bandai Namco Cross store and see the Tamagotchi shop! They are then greeted by a store employee where they first see the new Tamagotchi Original shells, and they show the employee their white Tamagotchi Original from 1996. The employee gives them a tour of the store, and also shows off the new Tamagotchi Uni and the Tamavere and connectivity features.

Then we see Matt from Tamagotchi Center being interviewed. Matt informs the hosts that he fixes and repairs Tamagotchi’s. Matt shows off his Tamagotchi Study Club hat, and his Instagram profile, and the hosts are very impressed!

Both hosts were very impressed by the demand overseas from other countries, noting that Matt came from England, and that another shopper was from Switzerland.

Lastly, there is an interview with none other than Tama Girl herself, Erina Hasegawa in San Francisco with one of the largest collections ever. Erina explains how she starting collecting, and then showcases some of her shells. That certainly is a fraction of her entire collection. Erina even brings her three children in for an appearance and they ask about their mothers collection, which they respond is a little too big! We also get to see her husband who is supportive of her hobby and collection. Erina mentions that she desires one day to have a Tamagotchi museum, love that!

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age-of-moonknight · 4 months

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Do you know comics where moon knight team up with strange? Or deadpool?

Or where he interact with magic marvel characters?

Oh, for sure! Moon Knight has teamed up with Doctor Strange a couple times, as well as with Doctor Voodoo and Clea. There's also the Damnation event which involved a whole slew of magic users and magic-adjacent characters, including Doctor Strange, Doctor Voodoo, and Wong. The event itself, however, is,,,,unfortunately (fair warning, the following is largely just my opinion) not the greatest in its portrayal of MK. It tends to use Mr. Knight as the comedic relief and the "comedy" boils down to "ohohoheehee I'm so unstable and can someone please recommend me a psychiatrist," which can be...abrasive if you're feeling charitable and I've seen others who were feeling decidedly less charitable describe it as a little offensive. Which is a shame, because at least in my eyes, the event has a great line up and could have been even better. I'll throw in the citations though for anyone who wants to check it out and form their own opinions.

MK's relationship with Deadpool is uuuuh unfortunately a bit more rocky. Moon Knight's goals rarely line up with Deadpool's in the 616 Universe, so MK doesn't "team up" with Wade so much as, as I said in this post (and I quote myself not to self-aggrandize, but because, well, I'm not particularly creative in my metaphors), use Wade like one of "those stress-relief squeeze toys." Moon Knight was greatly intrigued when he discovered Wade can't die and consequently uses that to his advantage. Outside of the 616 continuity, Mr. Knight is much more sympathetic to Wade in Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again, but gosh, I never feel great recommending that series without some degree of forewarning. While I genuinely enjoyed some moments, as you can probably guess from the title,,,,it has such a terribly sad ending that still kind of haunts me tbh. But I'll include that just in case you're curious! All of the associated citations are beneath the cut as this was starting to get a bit long (whoops mea culpa)

Doctor Strange

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #36: A classic two hero team-up

Marc Spector: Moon Knight (vol. 1/1989), #44 and #46: Strange was pivotal in I guess what could be considered exorcising a demon out of Moon Knight

“The Empty Tomb,” Moon Knight: Black, White & Blood (Vol. 1/2022), #2: I'm not entirely sure if this is 616-compliant (and I kind of hope it isn't personally), but this is another case of Marc approaching Stephen for medical/mystical advice The following are instances I found of MK and Strange being on a larger team together but their interactions are comparatively minimal

Marvel Knights (Vol. 1/2000), #8

Original Sin (Vol. 1/2014), #4

Punisher (Vol. 13/2022), #9-12

(Special Note) The Avengers (Vol. 8/2018), #33: the infamous time Marc punched out Strange and stole the Eye of Agamotto, which Marc mentions he wishes he could properly apologize for in Death of Doctor Strange: Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2022), #1 and is pointedly brought up by Wong in Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #9 (the Damnation event is also alluded to in that latter issue) Deadpool

Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2009), #7-8: Their only major interaction, as far as I'm aware, but it's not a team-up unfortunately (mainly they just beat each other up)

Deadpool (Vol. 4/2008), #28-9: Some collaborative work together, but the most interaction they have is when Moon Knight needs very little prompting to snap Deadpool's neck (unfortunate all around)

Deadpool (vol. 4/2008), #49.1: the previous incident gets a one-page musical reprise (this is Deadpool we're talking about, so you know I'm not kidding hahaha)

Deadpool: Assassin (Vol. 1/2018), #4: They do manage to have a comparatively amicable one-panel interaction here though...

“So White. Yet, So Dark,” Moon Knight: Black, White & Blood (Vol. 1/2022), #1: ...but not amicable enough that Marc will lend Wade the Mr. Knight suit the next time they see each other

Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again (Vol. 1/2017) #1-3

Doctor Voodoo

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #21: Classic team-up

Marc Spector: Moon Knight (vol. 1/1989), #6-7: Classic team-up

Black Panther (Vol. 3/1998), #20-22: Collaborated on a team together

Clea

Strange (Vol. 3/2022), #5: An absolute delight of a classic team-up

Doctor Strange (Vol. 6/2023), #2: Mr. Knight calls her and Stephen in on a case

Bonus: according to Strange (Vol. 3/2022), #9, after working together, Clea thinks Moon Knight is a "dear," much to Stephen's consternation.

Moon Knight did work with the Strange Academy kids in Strange Academy: Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2023), #1, but that ends on a bit of a cliffhanger (for MK at least) that never did quite get resolved, unless I missed something entirely.

The issues Moon Knight appears in for the Damnation event are as follows, in chronological order:

Doctor Strange: Damnation (Vol. 1/2018), #1-2

Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider (Vol. 1/2017), #15

Doctor Strange (Vol. 4/2015), #387

Doctor Strange: Damnation (Vol. 1/2018), #3

Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider (Vol. 1/2017), #16-17

Doctor Strange: Damnation (Vol. 1/2018), #4

And with that, I'll leave you with something that could have been and something I will never miss a chance to bring up: Greg Smallwood's Midnight Sons (I WEEP for roads not taken, let me tell you)

I hope there's something in here that is of interest to you! Happy reading!

#Knight Mail #Moon Knight comics #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #Mr. Knight #Doctor Strange #Stephen Strange #Doctor Voodoo #Jericho Drumm #Clea #Clea Strange #Thanks for helping me ring in the new year with Moon Knight!#(And may this year be even better for all of you than the one before it)#And as always please let me know if anything's unclear (sorry if this ended up being...too much tangential info alskdf)#or if there are any other references or images you would like for me to grab as I would be happy to assist! :D #particularly since the magic user side of Marvel is not one I have dabbled in as much #this post had me second guessing myself like: I know he's on that one Midnight Sons-esque team for the Damnation event #but does Iron Fist count as a magic user???#Does Valkyrie? Ghost Rider?? The Shroud???? hahaha I was starting to completely lose the thread #So yeah please just let me know if there are any other specific characters you would like for me to look for :D This was a lot of fun!#I always love thinking about Moon Knight as a more magic-adjacent character as much as he's a street-level hero (and sometimes Avenger)#he has the RANGE

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This is a fic rec of One Direction fics in which Louis is the younger character in a pairing or the youngest in the group as requested in this ask. You can find all my other fic recs here! If you enjoy the fics, please leave the writers kudos and comments! Happy reading!

-Larry-

🖤 Say Something by @kingsofeverything

(E, 105k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, older Harry, mpreg Harry, accidental pregnancy, heat, insecure Harry, lawyer Harry, theatre manager Louis, age difference, smut)

When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity.

🖤 Off The Record by Tomlinsontoes / @pianolouis

(M, 90k, actor Louis, publicist Harry, enemies to friends to lovers, pining, tattoos, pining, younger Louis, eventual smut)

Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don't.

🖤 I'm On the Hunt Now (I'm After You) by @afangirlfantasy

(M, 56k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, soulmates, wolves, mating, marking, supernatural elements, pack dynamics, angst with a happy ending, mpreg Louis, smut)

an AU where Alpha Harry and Omega Louis have a lot more than falling in love to deal with after The Mating Ceremony.

🖤 Spoonful of Sugar by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(E, 47k, series, mob boss Harry, enemies to lovers, size difference, age difference, injury, violence, smut)

To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

🖤 Two Steps Behind by sacredheart

(T, 38k, younger Louis, childhood friends, hurt feelings high school au)

Louis is two years younger than his neighbors, Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn, and he grows up bending over backwards to get their attention and acceptance. Especially Harry's.

🖤 Epiphany by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve

(E, 30k, historical, 1980s, Italy, writer Harry, student Louis, romance, cuddling, stubborn Louis, insecurity, age gap, angst, hate to love)

It was the summer of 1984 when Harry inherited his grandfather's estate and wealth.

🖤 honey, make this easy by sweetums / @darlou

(E, 25k, uni student Louis, nanny Louis, art dealer Harry, grief/mourning, kid fic, sexual tension, age difference, sex tapes, public sex, smut)

Needing help, he hires Louis as a nanny and the boy turns out to be help in more ways than he expected.

🖤 i'll find a home inside your heart by pleasinglouis

(E, 25k, silver fox Harry, real estate agent Louis, doctor Harry, age difference, smut)

the Silver Foxrry fic

🖤 sweet like cherry vodka by dilfrry

(NR, 8k, sugar baby Louis, sugar daddy Harry, silver fox Harry, uni student Louis, light dom/sub, CEO Harry, age gap, fluff, smut)

the Silver Fox Sugar Daddy Harry x Uni Student Sugar Baby Louis fic

🖤 may we all have a vision now and then by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(M, 4k, gay bar, American au, older Harry, first meeting, fluff, vulnerability, age difference, feelings, kissing, smut)

On a cold December night, Louis meets Harry for the first time.

-Rare Pairs-

🖤 Little Lion Man by Writcraft / @writsgrimmyblog

(E, 123k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, Harry Potter universe, coming of age, magic, supernatural elements, homophobia, kink exploration, hurt/comfort, character injury, soulmates, smut)

As Louis tries to negotiate coming of age, sexuality, first times, homophobia in the wizarding world and his growing feelings for Nick, a new evil emerges which puts Louis and Nick in serious danger.

🖤 Pretty Little Plaything by Phillipa19

(E, 55k, series, Zayn/Louis, silver fox Zayn, age gap, sugar baby Louis, falling in love, insecure Louis, dom/sub, rich Zayn, jealousy, charity events, marriage, past abuse, smut)

Louis is Zayn's little toy, his precious pet, to play with and keep safe.

🖤 I'm Ready for the Worst by @lululawrence

(NR, 26k, Louis/Greg James, canon, age difference, older Greg, secret relationship, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, flirting, famous/famous, fwb, friends to lovers, humor, anxiety, grief/mourning, no smut)

Greg had never been able to put a finger on what it was exactly, but he’d been enthralled and hooked from the first moment he’d seen his bright smile and flamboyant mannerisms.

#ficrec #1dsource #tracksintheam #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #phillipa19 #gaycousinlarry #dilfrry #pleasinglouis #darlou #poetsreprieve #zanniscaramouche #afangirlfantasy #pianolouis #kingsofeverything #writcraft #lululawrence

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desideriumdaydreams · 1 year

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Vintage Sheep and Lamb Plushies/Rubber Faces

Merrythought, est. 1920-1950 - image from VintageCloverUK, Etsy Steiff, est. 1970 - image from RARE-AND-FAIR ANTIQUES, Ebay Unknown Maker, est. 1920-1930 - image from ScottishGoods, Etsy

Unknown Maker "Handmade," est. 1970 - image from chocolateconfettibunny, Ebay My-Toy, 1960 - image from JollyRosetta, Etsy Unknown Maker, est. 1960 - image from ggsdollsshop, Etsy

Commonwealth Toy Co., est. 1980 - image from EaDoVintage, Etsy Unknown Maker, est. 1960 - image from ggsdollsshop, Etsy Easter Pets, est. 1960-1970 - image from gritandglamvintage.com

#plush #plushie #toycore #plushcore #plushblr #vintage #rubber face #real #i adore these scrungly things so much i dont even think the rubber faced ones are spooky theyre just misunderstood #i didnt include the GUND tinkle lamb that i have cause i forgot lmaooo #also check out the neat DNI banner i made!! i thought it would just be simplier to say its an 18+ blog rather than list a bunch of criteria

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those-pony-vibes · 2 years

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Two ladies ready for a make over and then a photoshoot! They'll be listed for sale soon. Or beat everyone else and skip the high app fees and buy directly! (Those Pony Vibes Toy Box)

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Atari 2600 Chronicles 1980 #1 - Adventure

Let's do a quick switcheroo here. Although Space Invaders seems to have a confirmed release date and Adventure does not, both appear to be from March 1980 and I actually had the chance to play the one earlier in the alphabet on my shiny new Atari 2600+! So do forgive my slight skewing of the chronology here.

Believe me, this system feels like magic in breathing new lives into these old as shit games. Yeah, playing them in a big meaty compilation is still nice and probably controls better in some cases, but nothing beats slamming in a cart, then using the original joystick and levers. You can really feel yourself fit into the mind of someone playing this system in the early 1980s.

As for the game itself? I have conflicting feelings. On one hand, it's a revolution. The ability to reset the game after being 'eaten' by a dragon/duck/abomination and for the progress to be retained after that is incredibly welcomed. I enjoy the puzzle solving aspect of it, very much too. Took me a good half hour to get the route of the full game figured out, and I can't deny and say I wanted more of it.

Then there's also the first BIG easter egg in gaming, the Warren Robinett credit that you get if you poke your head around in the Black Castle and find the tiny gray dot, essentially the final dungeon of the adventure. If you combine that with the randomized mode that comes included with the cart, you could get quite a lot of mileage out of speedrunning this one or challenging yourself via, for example, not using the sword or trying to go deathless.

That is a big *if* however. If you don't make up your own things to do, the randomized mode is all you have. And that one gets old dramatically fast. The bat-stealing-objects-mechanic is the prime example of a headache to me, but the worst part has to be continually going back into the painfully flickering zones this game contains. Whenever you get unlucky with the object spawns, get ready for your eyes to get gauged out!

I liked but didn't love Adventure. For everything it does right, there's another thing that makes it a hard sell. Good thing you can essentially sneeze this game up nowadays.

The Verdict

Graphics (3): Agh, yikes. I will compliment how well the game manages to articulate the extremely simple visuals via it's manual and worth of mouth. What happens on the screen however is crummy to the highest degree. Nothing more primitive than playing as a shape, using an arrow as a sword, while a derpy-looking bath toy hunts you down. The game world is hardly imaginative, the most sucked in I got was the feeling of actually being inside the castles in the first 3 seconds after entering. And i'll insist, the dark zones get so crowded sometimes that the screen flashes heavily and the game slows down! No offense to the legacy of the title, but the level of compensation to fit it on the cart was absolutely too much this time around.

Sound (6): The sounds that are there? Pretty fun. The sounds that aren't? Too plentiful to count. Most of the time, you're walking through silence. Only when there's action on the screen, like say, fighting a dragon, you get graced with some wackiness. Wouldn't have hurt to have a quiet walking noise in there, or even an attempt at music. Unfortunate that it gets bogged down like that, I cherish what was included.

Fun Factor (7): There's some fun left in the tank of this one. I played it largely blind other than knowing that there was that one easter egg of yore and having some bits and pieces of Youtube videos etched in my mind. The way the light exploration clicked in my head was worthwhile as all hell for someone who rarely plays 'complex' titles. Found myself happily surprised whenever I would see a new object or figured out a fast route to one of the castles, refreshing to have that element in there in such an early game.

Comes at a cost though. Once you're near the end game, and the bat has swapped around all your objects, it's exceptionally frustrating to have to go find them over and over again. The dragons start getting increasingly agressive too- the chalice seems to pull in the red one in particular. Pushing the reset button over and then get the enemy stuck in a place where it will kill ya nearly instant is still something I don't like 43 years later in a game like Minecraft. It gets worse in the randomized mode, once got all 3 dragons in the same place (a dark area, no less). Became so unplayable after that I quit then and there.

Yeah, mixed feelings!

Longevity (7): Enjoyment may vary. Either you wanna keep playing this after one finish in the second mode... or ya don't. I see myself popping this one on once or twice in the future. Having a randomized mode, flawed as it is, is very novel. In the 80s, this would've been like a 9/10 for that reason and the discovery of the easter egg some time later. Say it with me now, 'it's good compilation fodder'.

In Conclusion

#retro gaming #minuy600 #review #sona #atari 2600 #atari #1980 #adventure

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thiscitylife · 1 year

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Making space for children

One of my vivid childhood memories is of mundane trips that my mom and I would make to Vancity, the local bank. While she did her banking, I remember always playing with a Fischer Price phone at a kids table full of toys located near the tellers. Back in the 1980s, these kids tables were often found in doctor and dentist offices. But, I rarely see them now that I have kids of my own.

That's why I was impressed when I walked into the new vegan bakery hotspot in my neighbourhood, To Live For, and found that the owner, Erin Ireland, had put a large kids table right in the centre of the bakery's seating area. The little table has crayons, colouring sheets, toys, and a collection of books about acceptance and kindness toward animals and humans.

Even though the bakery consistently has a lineup of vegan influencers out the door, eager to try Erin's vegan treats and sit in the small seating area, she has taken a large piece of real estate and designated it for little customers! I've been there several times with my kids and the table is always full of children colouring, reading and stacking blocks.

I know a lot of businesses are actively looking for ways to discourage children from being in their establishment. Erin has proven that you can welcome children and still have a lineup of hip influencers out your door. If businesses want to welcome families, all they have to do is set up a small table, some toys, and art supplies. It's low cost and may even be good for their bottom line.

#kids in the city #family friendly cities #city success stories #city issues and ideas #vancouver #vegan #bakery #tolivefor

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wellithoughtitwascool · 1 year

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Stanley Kubrick and women

I haven't posted anything here in almost exactly 4 years. But, I'm back up in this bitch! Hahaaa

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Hello, hello. Right now I'm toying with the idea of starting up a casual film club with some friends, while simultaneously doing a little exploring of film history n sociology myself, and along the way I've had a few more thoughts. I wanna share em, and I've used this tumblr to do exactly that before, so I figure, may as well do it again huh.

So. One goal in my lil casual film club has been to find really beautifully made films, and I've been rifling through the ones that everyone labels as classics to start with as that's the easiest category to sort through. You don't have to kiss as many frogs if you're going by the ones no one ever shuts up about. And when we're talking about classic, well-made films, one of the directors that no one shuts up about is Stanley Kubrick.

Over the past two or so months I've been watching his films. I tried to start from the very beginning of his filmography but my God I can't stand war films so I started with The Killing (1956). I skipped a few of the other ones I found boring too (oops!), and ended up, in summary, watching The Killing, Lolita (1962), Dr. Strangelove (1964), 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), A Clockwork Orange (1971), The Shining (1980), Full Metal Jacket (1987) and Eyes Wide Shut (1999).

While watching these films, I noticed some stuff. Mainly about misogyny. Now I know sexism was much more societally active in the 1950s, when Kubrick started making feature films. To me his place in an actively and overtly sexist society seems to bounce between smart, roundabout critique and actively stoking the fire itself.

A Clockwork Orange and Lolita both explicitly depict the exploitation and abuse of women, through rampant and graphic sexual violence, and through mishandling the topic of paedophilia. In The Shining, the only female character is considerably naive, and spends almost the entire film running, crying and screaming from her murderous husband. In Full Metal Jacket, all the women are sex workers, except for one lone young sniper, who, fair play to her, was kinda cool, but also gets murdered after spending a while begging to be shot, so she can be put out of her misery.

Women are naked sex objects in a large portion of his films, if they feature at all, and if they aren’t naked, a considerable majority of them are being exploited, or being attacked. As you can see in this video, I'm not the only one who's noticed this. Kubrick’s female characters are almost always victims of extreme violence. They rarely stand independently, and are almost always being seriously harmed by men instead. There’s something very unsettling about this running theme.

Stanley Kubrick’s casts are usually 90-99% male. If you look at Kubrick's films as studies unpacking toxic masculinity, it makes some logical sense. He criticises war, and male sexual obsession, in nearly all of his work. However, in his films this criticism leans very heavily on the exploration of a toxically masculine evil, immersing the viewer in sexist violence, and generally harmful behaviour in boys’ club social groups before quickly pulling us out in the last 5-10 minutes, leaving us to make our own decisions about where we should go next. At times it feels as though this evil is being sensationalised, explored for entertainment because it’s unacceptable to do in real life. At times, it simply feels wrong, to me, in my gut. A Clockwork Orange and Lolita had a lot of those times.

I have respect for his lens on society, but looking at his work as one big patchwork, it’s pretty uncomfortable to watch as a woman, and its observation of sexist depravity feels more than a bit voyeuristic.

It also needs to be acknowledged that Kubrick’s own perfectionism caused him to overstep, and seriously mistreat Shelley Duval. It’s never acceptable to bully your talent, regardless of what performance you think it will pull out of them. That is crossing a line; art is never more important than human life. There have got to be better ways of creating great cinema than this, and I feel other great horror and thriller directors have proven this themselves. Perhaps the issue for Kubrick is that he’s a little imbalanced in his pursuit of an awesome cinematic experience. I certainly wouldn’t consider him an ally, though it definitely is crucial that men do their part in critically examining the patriarchy. At the end of the day, the artistic merit and excellence in Kubrick's work is clear, but both his work, and his approach as a director are also deeply flawed, and at many times his work becomes the misogyny he critiques. I think it's important that other male directors take their criticism of patriarchy much further than Stanley Kubrick has done, and because of how violent the misogyny in Kubrick's films are, I completely understand if some women would rather just avoid them altogether.

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amortentiaopenheart · 1 year

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Open Heart Appreciation Post (1/7)

Hello hello hello! Open Heart has been a part of my heart, and it's been two years since the series ended. But we all are still in love with all the amazing characters. So here's the challenge to show my appreciation towards the amazing book.

Day 1 - Monday, March 20: Your MC

Tell us about your MC: Catherine Jane Valentine was born on 19th January 1986, in Australia. After her birth, her parents moved to India because of their job transfer, and Catherine studied in an elite school in Kolkata. Growing up, she fell in love with literature. She had always been a good student, but in her first year of high school, her grades had seen a downfall. This had caused Catherine to go through anxiety. In grade 10, however, she did well again, scoring the highest percentage in the boards examination. In standard 11, while perusing the library, she stumbled upon a book by Edward Jenner. Reading it, she was so fascinated that she decided she wanted to be a doctor. She went through family turbulence because her father had expected her to become an engineer and lead his company, but he eventually caved in and didn't object to her love for medicine. Catherine applied to one of the best med schools, AIIMS, and got accepted. In her second year, she discovered the research papers of ataxia and Lesch-Nyhan syndrome by Ethan Ramsey. She was awed by his research and realized she wanted to work with this medical hero. After completing med school in AIIMS, she applied to Hopkins for higher education and finally entered Edenbrook as an internal medicine doctor.

Their personality: Catherine was a bubbly, outgoing kid. She was a witty soul, a total party animal. She is a warm-hearted soul, and she can be very headstrong about making certain decisions. She is very easily close to tears and very protective. She has an ENTP personality. She can and will very respectfully ignore everything anyone says if it doesn't sit right with her.

Likes: Ethan, books, music, animals, soft toys, kids, flowers, sports, painting

Dislikes: Slow walkers, people who talk behind others' backs, spiders, dancing, loud chewing, deafening and unpleasant sounds.

Hopes and dreams: She wants to write a book about her intern year, what difficulties she faced, the keys to becoming a good doctor, and how to cope with failure. She hopes to be that doctor that could make a difference in patient care and unravel mysteries of medicine. She wants to spend her entire life by Ethan's side.

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Tell us about your LI: Ethan Jonah Ramsey was born on 19th February 1980, in Rhode Island, Providence. They initially moved to England, and Ethan studied in one of the most aristocratic schools, Francis Holland. He initially wanted to become a homicide detective, then a journalist. When he was in grade 7, at a mere age of 11, his mother left him. Ethan went through PTSD, separation anxiety and the fear of abandonment. He bottled up emotions and closed himself off, focusing solely on academics. After standard 10, Ethan set his mind and heart upon being a doctor. He spent sleepless nights reading about medical discoveries, and was inspired by Doctor Naveen Banerji. He applied for med schools and got accepted by Hopkins. After his specialty training, Ethan finally got an internship to Edenbrook, and he was overjoyed. After his first week, Doctor Banerji took Ethan under his wing, after seeing true potential in him. By the third year of his residency, Ethan had already published research on rare disorders and syndromes. By his fourth year, there wad almost no one in the medical field who had not heard of the Ethan Ramsey.

Their personality: Ethan was initially a carefree, funny kid. But after his mother's estrangement, he became closed off and reserved, a dry sarcastic contrast to his previous personality. After Catherine's entry in his story, he softened, but his sarcasm and quick wit never wavered. He has an INTP personality. He showed his kindness and patience to his patients and no one else (Catherine being the exception).

Likes: Catherine, books, medicine, animals, kids, coffee, working out, cooking

Dislikes: Almost everyone and everything apart from his likes, especially stupid people.

Hopes and dreams: He wanted to unravel the many mysteries of medicine. He wanted the medical industry to be more patient focused than money minded. And of course, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Catherine.

@openheartappreciationweek @openheartfanfics

#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #choices #jamespotterthefirst #david gandy #choices fic writers creations #open heart choices #pictagram #ethan x catherine valentine #ethan ramsey x catherine #ethan ramsey x catherine valentine #dr ethan ramsey #appreciation #post

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