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outsidewolves · 7 months
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gothsugarbunnidisco · 22 days
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have i ever told you guys that for YEARS i thought it was “you like d&d, audrey hepburn, fangoria, harry houdini, and cocaine”
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se3s1de · 3 months
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this is SO shit guys kill me the quality just went rlly bad
THIS IS A SCENE FROM MY ALENOAH FIC ‘A BIT OF TIME’, CHAPT 18 💪🏼💪🏼
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kaibacorpstocksplit · 6 months
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YGOctober Day 24: Croquet and Isono
I do not bite my thumb at you, sir. But I do bite my thumb.
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chaotictoon · 2 months
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Golf
Cartoon girls + Golf/Croquet
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victusinveritas · 4 months
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Let's play croquet you cowfaced sluts, woooooo!
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thunderstruck9 · 2 years
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Scott Kahn (American, 1946), Croquet, 1992. Oil on linen, 36 1/8 x 32 in.
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danskjavlarna · 2 months
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Source details and larger version.
Croquet, anyone? My modest collection of vintage croquet imagery.
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dougielombax · 6 months
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Heck I’ll make a list of Irish inventions now just to prove my point!
In no particular order.
Feel free to reblog.
Behold:
1. Whiskey. Let’s get the obvious stuff out of the way. The Scottish got it from us. Shut up. Anyway.
2. The Ogham script.
3. Hurling. One of the oldest sports in the world.
4. Gaelic football.
5. Penitential manuals (it’s an early Christian thing!)
6. Modern chemistry! (Founded by Robert Boyle- also Boyle’s Law)
7. Milk of magnesia.
8. Modern meat curing techniques. (Bacon rashers)
9. Column stills.
10. IV therapy (invented by William Brooke O'Shaughnessy)
11. Kyanizing process for wood preservation.
12. Croquet.
13. Induction coils.
14. The field of seismology.
15. The Kelvin scale.
16. The binaural stethoscope.
17. The first transatlantic telegraph cable.
18. Boycotting. In its modern form.
19. Steam turbines.
20. Cream crackers (YES!!!!!!)
21. The first modern submarine.
22. Ginger ale.
23. Reflector sights.
24. Radiotherapy.
25. Nickel-zinc batteries.
26. Duty free airport stores.
27. Seasoning for crisps.
28. Portable defibrillators.
I can recall that much.
Just saying.
I’m sure there are more things. These are just the ones I can recall.
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dozydawn · 6 days
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Modern Bride, 1983.
Model: Nancy DeWeir.
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kkimura · 1 year
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今日のお弁当。
照り焼きチキン、カレーコロッケ、ケールの胡麻和え、卵焼き、🥦🍅
Today’s lunch box!
Teriyaki chicken, curry croquettes, sesame kale, omelets, and veggies : )
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pintoras · 6 months
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Constance Rea (British, fl. 1891-1935): The croquet player (via Bonhams)
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se3s1de · 3 months
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CHAPTER 29😽😽
ive been so inactive lately it’s KILLING ME but I’m gonna keep throwing out art for u guys don’t worry
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fitrahgolden · 6 months
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Today, I played croquet while wearing an empire waist maxi dress and my Kate Sharma spencer jacket. Is this how the other half lives?
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retropopcult · 1 year
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Heathers (1989)
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thescarleteagle · 20 days
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All throughout Veronica’s workday, she tried to shake off the feeling that something was watching her. It was like no matter what she did, she still felt like she had eyes on her.
When she walked into her accounting office, she could have sworn that she saw a guy in white underwear in the reflection of the door. Or when she was getting coffee at noon, she thought she saw a woman wearing a red bathrobe.
“I’m just really, really tired.” Veronica thought. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m just super tired.” She continued this mantra all throughout her day, and even when she got into her car to go home for the evening. But no matter how many times she thought that it was just a lack of sleep, it still seemed to her that something actually was watching her.
When Veronica got home, she went straight to the couch and proceeded to collapse onto it, rather dramatically. She was almost asleep, but all of the sudden Micheal and Lizzie came into the room.
“Mama!” Lizzie ran to Veronica and hugged her, all while talking a mile a minute about something that happened at school. In all honesty, Veronica didn’t have the brain capacity to understand what her child was telling her, so she just smiled and nodded.
Lizzie was in the middle of recounting a conversation she had with her “best friend” of the week, when Micheal interrupted her. “Hey Lizzie, do you want to tell mom what we found in the shed earlier?” Micheal said, trying to divert her attention’s elsewhere.
“Oh yeah!” Lizzie jumped up and down more. “What’d you find Liz? Probably Narnia in that mess of a shed.” Veronica said, pulling Lizzie to her lap so she would stop jumping. “It’s better if you see it yourself!” Veronica gave Micheal a slightly worried look, but he just shrugged.
The trio made their way out to the backyard where the shed was located. As soon as they got close enough Lizzie ran to open the shed doors. “Woah, careful Liz.” Micheal said. “I’ll be fine Daddy.” Lizzie said confidently, pulling something rather large out of the shed.
Veronica didn’t think much of this, she thought it was probably just an old bike or something, but what it actually was, was something she was not expecting. “See Mama?” Lizzie pulled out a large croquet set, all in the colors of red, green, yellow, and blue. Veronica tried to open her mouth, but no sound could come out.
“Ronnie, are you okay?” Micheal comes over to her and puts an arm around her shoulder. Lizzie pulls the red mallet out and runs up to them. “Can one of you teach me? Please?” Veronica and Micheal look at each other, locked in a silent war of not wanting to teach their daughter another sport she would tire of in an hour. But one look from Micheal reminds her of the window that he broke when he was teaching Lizzie how to play baseball.
Veronica eventually speaks, “I’ll teach you the basics I guess.” She picks up the blue mallet out of the bag and sets the game up. “So, hold your mallet like this.” Veronica holds the mallet up to Lizzie so she can mimic her grip. “Like this?” Lizzie asks. “Perfect.” But when Veronica goes to tap a ball through a hoop, she gets a weird chill down her spine. She happens to look up and there Heather Chandler was. Veronica thought that she was having one of her lack of sleep hallucinations again, but no matter how many times she blinked, Heather just wouldn’t go away.
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