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Found a clip of dream raiding xqc on Jan 26th 2022
#his juicer origins#the quality was terrible already dont blame me ok#i found this yesterday#theur friendship is so interesting 2 me
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this weeks song: snake eater cover by one of my favourite youtubers
#like the song itself fucks severly but his tone kinda adds to it#making it juicer than the original#over all he has a very nice voice
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Adam, still going through it, texting Lucifer because that’s the only fucker he knows here who he only hates most of the time: Why is a fucking pig lying on my bed?!
Lucifer, texting back right away: It’s hard being the only one of your kind in a place, he must have been so excited to hear you were here that he came to see you himself
Adam, using Doomgle for the first time to find pictures of ducks saying die in a fire: Die
Lucifer, torn between being pissed at the duck meme or loving it: You first, no that would be second wouldn’t it?
Adam, sending a rolling eyes Hellmoji: Oh no I’m dead, so fucking original. Not like I haven’t done this before, bitch nothing you say will piss me off more then dying from advanced aging
Angel Dust, accidentally reading the whole thing over his shoulder, an easy task: That’s where Fat Nugget is?! Fuck, why’d he run off there? I don’t wanna go into the depression cave, and I know Adam doesn’t want me to come knocking either
Lucifer, waving his hand and opening a portal into Adam’s room: I’ve got this. Adam! You can deposit the pig here into the waiting arms of his owner
Adam, shoving his hands through the portal while holding a whining Fat Nugget: Who’s miniature ham is this even?
Angel Dust, scooping Fat Nugget up: Mine! Nugget, my sweet little shit. Why’d you go and fall asleep in a lamb paddock?
Adam, flipping Angel off through the portal and slowly dragging his hand out of it: Wilbur got lonely, guess Charlotte isn’t entertaining after all huh?
Angel Dust, flipping him off back with his lower arms: Just shut up you shitty ass sheep, a Shepard would leave you behind on purpose
Lucifer, cutting that short by closing the portal: Charlie’s going to be so happy he spoke to someone today
Husk, cleaning his lemon juicer: She’ll be happier about it then Adam himself
Lucifer, shaking his head: No, trust me he lives for this shit. He’d rather argue then being left completely to himself. Because if he’s all alone he’ll get bored. He hates being bored
Angel raising a suggestive eyebrow: And…your majesty just how do you know that?
Husk, slapping his face because he warned Angel about teasing the King Of Hell a hundred times: He has fun undoing everything I do to keep his ass alive, doesn’t he?
Lucifer, staring at him silently before laughing a little too loudly: No reason!
Angel after Lucifer tugs his collar and leaves awkwardly: I think the king doth protest too much, Husk
Husk, sighing: I think you are doth interested, in the business of a man who can kill a seven deadly sin if he wanted to, too much
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel lucifer#guitarduck#adamsapple#sinner adam#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#cw cursing#Husk tries so hard#Angel Dust the resident meddler#Fat Nugget tries to be a therapy pig but no one will let him#Lucifer: It’s totally normal to know so much about a man you hate#Lucifer: Right?#Meanwhile Adam is Doomgle’ing spider facts to use as future insults#He comes out of his room eventually
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NIKO!!!! have you seen this kickass concept art of Infinite? its so cool aaughh look at it!!!! :D
(sorry for bothering you with Infinite stuff- it will happen again/hj)
OOO OOOOOOO I have but this is the first time I have ever *looked looked* at it. I love the sort of mummy theme, it’s a fun flare. His face looks like a coffee filter Lmao, but his current mask design could totally double as a juicer for oranges or lemons, so maybe that’s by design /j
also I like the image in the right corner, it seems to imply his tail was originally going to be a weapon? Tails would have some tail functionality competition lol. His big ass ears also amuse me. Especially in the little title on the left upper corner. MASSIVE ears.
That design is so cool. I like the current one, but that was has a solid motif and looks badass as hell. If a little like a dollar store Halloween costume, which I’m sure would have become a joke or gag if the game had run with it lmao.
#Also please don’t stop talking about Infinite in my inbox I am so here for it#I love to see it#maybe expect some of the same from me :333#Sonic Forces#infinite the jackal
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'𝙿𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎' 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 '𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝' 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚌!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
Summery: You're a sniper for task force 141 and there has been rumours going around about you and Ghost
A/N: Im doing this for my fellow gay ghost lovers since I can barely find any male reader fics. This is also my first so enjoy!
Sitting in a watch tower can be really understimulating; especially when you can't see nor hear any action, no gun shots, no screams from people being stabbed or killed, no flashes from grenades... nothing. You duck my head down and pick up the newspaper that was left here last time, reading about all he horrors in the world and wondering about where we may be placed next. The force had speculated turkey will be where the next mission to stop some sort of gang. You hid in your little nest of sand bags and cement blocks flipping through the paper, filled with celebrity gossip.
Footstep track closer and the newspaper is thrown to the side as if it would disappear
"Pay attention private, you'd be dead if i was an enemy"
Ghost says in his usual gruff voice as he creeps into your watch tower, blood splattered on his mask and uniform, holes littered all over where the bulletproof vest deflected any sort of bullet or stabbing attempts.
"I heard you come up LT" you tried to argue back
"That's because i wanted you to hear me" He says settling down next to you in the sand bag nest. He was right you've seen firsthand how slick he could be on the battlefield, he got the name ghost for a reason, deadly silence until he was on target and could commence with his lethal attack
Either way his company was much welcome, he warmed you up as you crammed in the small nest. He rested his hand on your thigh... this is strange, Ghost has never been a touchy person but recently hes been doing small gestures like this especially when people were around
"Sir, if you keep doing this then then there'll just be more rumours" you say turning from the sniper so you can look at him, his facial expression unreadable because of his mask
"Didn't I just tell you to pay attention?!" He says annoyed "You're still on duty, now keep a look out"
You look back in your scope and carry on the conversation "Do you even know about the rumours?"
Ghost kept to himself, he loved his crew but wasn't a very gossipy guy unlike Soap and Alejandro. The only time he really gossiped is when he was shit face drunk
"About?"
"Us. You being attracted to me like flies on shit with the leg grabbing or trying to hold my hand or the post it note sketches of your mask you keep leaving on my desk... I even heard Soap speaking about our night in mexico..." I say pulling the trigger and watching the bullet fly through his skull and his body slap the floor
"Ah those rumours..." He grabs your jaw pulling it away from the gun for a moment "I made them up shithead, I started them all" You could here the smirk in his voice as he spoke. He lets go of your jaw but you carry on staring at him, dumbfounded at what he just told you... Why would he bring that up... who did he tell... how the fuck did it spread so fast??
"What?! Why?!" you semi shout, trying to keep your cover
"For the last fucking time Y/N, keep alert and be quiet!" You roll your eyes playfully and carry on looking around again "I did it so none of the other twats try hit on you because you clearly haven't seen the way they look at you. Originally, I just told johnny because I know he likes to gossip. That's why no one 100% believed it until I started being more touchy and leaving the drawings" The smirk lining his voice but how with a hint of jealousy
"Did you have to be 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 detailed with mexico though?" you say trying to hide your face so he couldn't see the blush when you thought back to that night
"Details make the juicer darling" He teases as he pulls up his mask and kisses you on your cheek "Plus it was pretty fucking impressive" You can feel his arm wrap around your waist as he chuckles in your ear "I think were done here, come on"
He helps you out of your nest and the two of you go back to base.
#mw2ghost#cod mw2#cod mwii#fanfics#simon ghost riley#modern warfare 2#ghost x reader#ghost mw2#call of duty#simon riley x you#simon riley x male reader#male reader#simon riley
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Back on my Tesla, Vash and Knives weren’t spontaneous plant births bullshit, but if it was true that Independents were just a product of a new phase of SEEDS engineering to make self-reproducing Plants, it would make everything so much juicer in all the wrong ways.
Rem thinks they’re a miracle but Rem lied because Rem was a navigator and not a SEEDS scientist and what she thought was something so miraculous had actually been planned and charted in a sterile lab somewhere in the bowels of the ship she was steering through the stars. In trimax she was going to take the twins into cryosleep with her but that would have never happened because here, the twins were something everyone knew about already. Vash was in the separate file for a reason. SEEDS was trying to upgrade their product and Knives was the only one showing promise.
Tesla wasn’t an aberration ripped apart to because they wanted to see what made her tick, she was a failed experiment. Dissected to see where they went wrong.
How absolutely devastated and enraged Knives would be. No, he and his brother and mutilated sister were not a fluke of the universe, they weren’t divine retribution or the next step in evolution, they weren’t something humans don’t understand, they were planned and molded and very much understood.
Knives and Vash and Tesla can trace their origins back to science lab computers of SEEDS 5, back to the very first trial run of DNA sequencing that would help determine just how to make Plants give birth.
Yes, Dr. Conrad knew. He regarded it the same way one might regard the novelty of a self-reproducing plant or fish or frog or organism, until he saw Tesla, tiny and perfect and very much more human than Plant. Vowed never to make the same mistake after her, and then then twins were born, more human than Plant, and that meant that they still hadn’t got the calculations right.
Angels? Miracles? At the end of the day, Knives and Vash and poor Tesla would be just the byproduct of another level of human arrogance and grasping and tampering and greed, one dead because of it, and the other two trying desperately to rage against the very thing that brought them into existence.
#trigun#trigun stampede#trimax#vash the stampede#millions knives#trigun tesla#vash tristamp#tristamp knives#knives tristamp#knives trigun#vash trigun#tristamp meta#trigun meta#trigun maximum#trigun theories#trigun thoughts
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Barnaby and Frank cook something!
(I meant to post this yesterday!)
Frank needed to borrow Barn's juicer but since it was too heavy, he ended up carrying it to his house!
For whatever reason, Barnaby asked to help! Although Frank was skeptical, this was a new recipe so he needed all the help he could get!
Surprisingly, they had a lot of fun! Although things were a bit more messy and punny than Frank usually likes, they went off without a hitch!
They had so much fun that Barn's a bit embarrassed to admit that this was originally just a trick to get first dibs on Frank's Jello
#fanart#art#drawing#barnaby welcome home#welcome home#barnaby b beagle#barnaby beagle#barnaby fanart#barnaby wh#welcome home barnaby#barnaby beagle fanart#barnaby beagle headcanons#barnaby b beagle fanart#barnaby beagle welcome home#barnaby b beagle welcome home#welcome home frank#frank frankly welcome home#frank wh#frank welcome home#frank frankly#frank frankly headcanons#welcome home show#welcome home art#welcome home artist#welcome home headcanons
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Heartstrings
Hello fellow levihan shippers! This is the fanfic I entered for the server contest, which won second place! I'm quite proud of it but I'm also very intimidated of posting this because I've never posted anything on Tumblr before and this is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted. I hope you enjoy, and feel free to comment any constructive criticism or anything you want to say about this!
btw, huge gore and angst warning. I don’t want to give more details because I don’t want to spoil too much but be warned.
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“AAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH”
A dreadful scream sounded as a titan with deep, hollow eyes and a wide grin crushed down on a soldier.
“Quick! Signal a black flair -”
It was too late.
His bones flattened and whatever was left of his guts splattered out. The last member of a squad on the right outermost line ran to his horse but couldn’t reach it before an abnormal jumped at him and gripped its grubby hands around his torso. The monster squeezed him like a juicer, and just like a fruit, fluid and pulp poured out of his body. Not a single person from that squad released a signal indicating that an incalculable number of titans had appeared.
It was only a matter of time before that same horde of abnormals could crawl through the other squads and fuck up the formation. Survey Corps members were instructed to kill any deviant titans, particularly ones that threatened to destroy the arrangement of the battalion. However, with a group this large in such close range and virtually no objects to hook gear onto, such a task seemed impossible.
The titans went off to the next closest squad. With their unusual speed and stamina, they managed to kill off four out of the six members in an instant. The remaining two sent out black signal flares into the cloudy sky.
Hange saw the black lines of powder in the sky. “Only two flares? That’s strange” Hange said. “And it seems that there’s a large gap in the right side of the formation...”
This was bad…
Levi had a bad feeling and the tingle in his gut persisted. The captain spoke to his and Hange’s squad, “Be on the lookout, chances are that there’s an abnormal lurking nearby.”
“Or multiple ones for that matter” Hange added. “I doubt that just one could create that big of a gap, and even if it did, there’s no way that we wouldn't have seen more flares by now.” She glanced at Levi and gave him a look that meant “Shoot a black flare”.
Not soon after she shot her own flare, Hange smirked. Without a second to waste, she beat her horse and headed straight towards where the two black signals originated from.
Moblit pleaded, “Squad leader! You shouldn’t be so reckless!”
“Hey shithead, get your ass back here. We still don’t know how many titans might be out there.”
“But Levi! I need to know what happened! What better way than to investigate myself?”
Levi just sighed through his nose; there was no point in trying to stop her. When Hange set her mind on learning about what interested her, there was nearly nothing that could stop her from exploring that interest.
Turned out that she didn’t have to ride far to see the damage. There were numerous splats, limbs, and other shreds of unknown pieces of flesh scattered across the reddish grass. Hange pulled on her horse’s reins and froze to look at the massacre before her. Muscles tensed and blood pumped faster.
The sound of horses clip-clopping towards her broke her out of her trance.
“What the fuck happened here?” Levi said. The only response that sounded was two soldiers shouting from far away.
“HEY! HEY!” they shouted, waving on their horses from far away. When they caught up with Levi’s squad, Hange was able to recognize them as the fairly new recruits around the same age as Eren. Reiner and Bertholdt were their names? They explained that a mass of aberrants had come out of nowhere and killed off everyone else in their squad. Luckily, they gained no injuries and escaped in time to signal the two black flares spotted earlier.
“For now, why don’t you two join our squads? It won’t be long until the commander sees our flairs and changes the course of direction. You guys might get lost, or worse, run into a horde of titans again.”
“That sounds like a great plan! Right Bertholdt?” Reiner replied, elbowing his friend.
“Yeah, that sounds good”, Bertholdt said with a reluctant expression.
“Alrigh- oh? It seems like we better get a move on” Hange said looking off at a single green flare followed by a few dozen more.
Everyone quickly mounted their horses, shot green flares, and steered towards the rest of the survey corps.
The whole interaction was a little... strange to Levi. The fact that those survivors – rookies at that – left a situation where a whole other squad and a half was killed, unharmed, didn’t sit right. And not to mention that they looked sorrowful. Which should’ve made it a little less strange. Should've. But it didn’t. Because their mood switched instantly after telling their squad’s tragic tale. It’s almost as if they’re faking sadness and sympathy. Not all of it – just some of it.
Levi brushed the thought off for later. Right now, he had to focus on the mission at hand. But he would keep an eye on them; because his suspicious feelings wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried to bury them.
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As Erwin looked behind, he could see that three or four groups were missing. It seemed that today was one of the bad days. After Annie’s rampage, they couldn’t afford to lose any more troops. They needed to regroup somewhere where they could treat injured soldiers and take measures of casualties. The forest seemed to be the best option since it had skyscraping branches where soldiers could hideout while a team of medics could bring the injured to a base deeper in the forest to be treated.
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Levi and Hange’s squad were almost caught up to the other squads when a titan that stood frozen on all fours slowly creaked its head to face them and jolted at Levi’s squad. At the speed it was going, there would be no way for their horses to outrun it – they had to fight.
“Get ready for combat! That bastard is heading straight for us.” Levi said, drawing his blades, causing little flickers of ember to release.
The titan headed towards Levi, and he stood up on top of his horse ready to hook onto the titan’s body.
But then, Hange called “Yoohoo! Over here darling!” and the titan turned to lunge at her instead.
“Tch.” Levi knew that Hange had it under control, but he stood on his horse just in case.
“Uh-oh” she said when its body flung overhead. She shifted her reins as far right as she could, squeezed her calves against her horse’s body, and shot her grappling hooks into the titan’s bulging arm. She was ready to slay the beast when Levi slashed its fleshy nape.
“Why would you do something so stupid, four-eyes" Levi shouted, although he wasn’t sure if Hange heard through the bang of the titan’s body hitting the ground. “If my gear was already attached to it, I could’ve been dragged off when you called it.” Levi thought it was the perfect sentence to excuse himself if he sounded like he cared about Hange.
“Pfft, you would’ve been fine” Hange waved off, “if that happened, you could’ve just retracted your gear, and the titan wouldn’t even notice because of how small you are.”
“Shut the hell up, you idiot. You’re lucky I saved your tall ass.”
“You’re just mad that you got the short end of the stick,” Hange said with a boisterous laugh so strong that she shook like a leaf.
Levi bonked her on the back of the head, a not-so-gentle reminder for her to stop making fun of Levi’s height. But all it did was elicit even more laughter from Hange.
While giggling, Hange said, “Anywho, let’s get going so we don’t lose sight of the others.”
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Erwin looked back once more to see if any more squads had joined since he last checked. In the distance, he could see a cluster of people going towards them that weren’t there a few minutes ago. He hoped that it was Levi and Hange’s squad. If they went missing or worse, hope for the future of humanity would be lost.
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Levi and Hange’s squads were at the front of the forest, but they were still far from the rest of the corps.
“Let’s speed up! The closer we get to everyone else, the faster we’ll know what’s going on” Hange said. Everyone beat their horses and followed as ordered, but...
Out of seemingly nowhere...
An entire horde of aberrants charged toward the scouts.
Stomps banged louder and louder as they approached, and Hange’s squad looked behind them to see that the horde was catching up. And fast.
“Shit, they’re fast. Where did all of these abnormals come from?” Levi released a black flare, and his squad and Hange’s followed shortly after.
“I don’t know, but they’re getting close...we need to do something,” Hange warned. Their horses were already going at top speed, and they shouldn’t use their gear to escape just yet – they’re already low on gas from having to kill several titans they faced earlier, and they’ll need to preserve some for the way back.
“Nifa, go out and get back up for us! These titans can catch up at any moment!”
“Got it!” Nifa said.
“Bertholdt!” Reiner warned.
One titan was ahead of the rest, and it reached out to grab Bertholdt.
“Watch out!” Moblit shouted and without forethought, rammed Bertholdt out of the way before he got caught. Instead, the titan clutched Moblit in its tight hands. It took him a moment to take in what had happened, but when it hit, he began to scream at the top of his lungs and wiggle in hopes of breaking free. But it was no use – the giant wrapped a second hand around him, and his limbs were completely guarded.
“No,” Hange thinks, “I can’t lose another friend.” If she were to act quick, she’d still be able to save Moblit before he got eaten and before the rest of the horde arrived.
“Everyone! Get as far from here as you can! I’ll catch up later!”
“But squad leader -”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine! Keep yourselves safe.” The rest of Hange’s squad followed her order.
“Levi squad,” said the captain, “do the same. I’ll get caught up with you later.”
The moment Moblit got caught, Levi knew Hange would try to save Moblit. He’s too precious to her for her to let him die – he'd been around her for too long to just let him go so easily. Or maybe it wasn’t because he’d been around for so long; maybe it’s because he’d been supporting her for so long. Or maybe because he’d been so kind to her. Or maybe it’s because he’d been so caring to her.
No matter the reason why, Levi wanted to save Moblit. It’d be a blow to the Survey Corps if a vice squad leader died. As for personal feelings, Moblit was a friend of his and if Levi didn’t save him, Moblit would die and Hange would be devastated, and Levi didn’t want to see Hange devastated. And above all else, Levi didn’t want Hange to get injured or end up dead trying to save a comrade. He’d seen it happen too many times to too many important people to let it happen again.
Levi pulled out the triggers to his gear and was about to tell Hange to take care of her squad while he rescued Moblit, but Hange beat him to it and zipped away to chop the titan’s hands off.
Moblit was freed, and he and Hange hooked onto the nearest tree to escape the approaching titans.
Levi’s hands remained on his triggers.
The sound of four wires retracting echoed, but soon, the sound was reduced to three wires.
Hange’s equipment malfunctioned and one of the wires stopped retracting. The gas kept expelling out of its engine, and the mix of a stuck wire and one in motion swung her into a tree. She winced at the waves of aches that shocked through her bones.
But that wasn’t the end of it. The wires sent her backward with great force that made her head spin. Everything around her blended into blurs of greens and browns. Her body felt heavy, and it was hard to catch her breath. Heavy gasps settled down to normal when her wires slowed and left her helplessly dangling midair.
Against all gravity, Hange arduously looked to the side to see if Moblit was safe. To both her ease and tension, he was on a broad branch gripping onto his side, wincing, looking back at her.
The moment was too good to last. The titans were closing in on her.
“MOBLIT! GET OUT OF HERE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!”
“BUT SQUAD LEADER-”
“JUST GET OUT!”
Moblit couldn’t disrespect what he was commanded to do, especially since his command was from his closest friend. So, he took his hand away from his aching side, stumbled to pull out his gear, then left. Yet, he still dared to look back to take one last look at his friends and hoped they’d make it out alive.
Hange tried to unjam her wire by yanking on it. The motion made her sore body wrench. But she couldn’t stop for pain – no matter how much it worsened her current condition. If she did, she’d end up dead in no time.
She struggled to jerk her wire out. Again. And again. And again. To no avail. And then it was like time slowed. Every sound of rustling leaves in the wind, horses galloping, stomping, and the yelling of soldiers drowned out. A ring noise struck her ears. Her vision narrowed, and the thin rays of light that seeped into the forest seemed blinding. Heck, she couldn’t even feel her injury anymore. The only thing Hange could feel was not an external one, no. It was the rapid, internal thud of her heart as a giant hand reached out for her.
Was this really it? The end was so close, she couldn’t even believe it. She never would’ve thought that her life would come to a stop so fast. She didn’t want to die yet. There was so much more she wanted to do. She wanted to discover and learn more. She wanted to experiment more. She wanted to say so much more to all her friends – to Levi. She wanted to say her goodbyes. There was so much she regretted. She regretted all the times she ignored Levi, all the times she didn’t take care of herself like he told her to, and most of all, she regretted that in just another moment, she’ll bring more pain to the person closest to her when he had to take yet another badge off the jacket of a dear comrade.
Hange hated how she regretted so much despite how many times Levi told her not to regret her actions. She regretted regretting her last moments. But, at the very least, all of this happened to save the life of someone that meant so much to her. Accepting her fate, she closed her eyes and took her last breath.
Or what she thought would be her last breath.
A boom sounded as Levi called out “Hange!”. Hange opened her eyes and could see Levi’s gear spiraling towards her. As he swooped near, he could tell he wouldn’t have time to grab her; if he did, they’d both get hurt. He rapidly spun and sliced the nape of the titan in front of her. Only a few more behind would pose a threat.
Titan after titan collapsed, sending a tremor through the Earth. He killed off nine before he looked back to check if Hange was still safe and if by some preposterous chance, he missed any titans. She limply hung there but appeared unharmed. Thank the walls or whatever god was out there for this miracle.
Hange locked eyes and Levi could see a sense of relief in them, followed by a small smile of disbelief. The look quickly changed to one of fear, and Hange was no longer looking at Levi. She alarmed him, “LOOK OUT”, but it was too late.
A titan with an emotionless face and eyes sunken into its bony skull abruptly jumped from behind a thick patch of trees and chomped Levi's upper right chest and shoulder, immobilizing his arm.
Levi released a long grunt and clenched his jaw from the shock that ran through his entire being. It felt like his lung was restricted from expanding and his bones were being slowly crushed. He tried to take a breath in, but every little movement stung little zaps into his burning flesh. The fervor of his tissue ripping apart broke his composure and he let out a broken, breathy sound.
He breathed in intervals of gasps, but even that had become too much pain to brace through.
Hange, still stuck in a plight, called out for Moblit to shoot a flare towards the rest of the formation for a medical team. She desperately wrenched at her jammed wire, ignoring the soreness of her contusion. Her pain was not a priority right now. Her first priority was freeing herself and saving Levi.
With the last bit of his energy, he used his left arm to swing at the titan. He couldn’t kill the titan in his position, but at the very least, he could try to reach its gums so the teeth stabbing on him would loosen its grip. But the only thing he could reach was its teeth, which his blades couldn’t penetrate.
Levi turned stiff and stopped sucking in air – each inhale resisted the stabbing of two rows of what felt like thousands of knives. The pain was too much. His right arm became numb. Warmth spread across his skin as red dripped down and off his fingers. Hot blood stretched across his cloak. He started to feel dizzier. And dizzier. And dizzier.
He felt heavy, to say the least, and he swore he was going to pass out at any minute now.
Moblit got up from where he was lying down and immediately crashed back down. There was no way he could walk let alone save someone in his condition, even if he deeply wanted to.
Levi’s face blenched. Everyone was far ahead by now. Even if Hange would kill the titan right now, Levi would still need medical attention immediately to live, and with the poor communication, disorder, and distance from the closest surgical operating room, his chances of living were lower than he’d like it to be.
More titans drew near, and Hange’s hands were raw and rashed from her hopeless struggle. But she pushed through and kept pulling. There was no time to have respite.
Perhaps one of the most hair-raising parts of this situation wasn’t that humanity’s strongest soldier – and quite possibly humanity’s biggest hope – was about to die, but the fact that the titan stood as still as a statue, never fully biting down. It just had Levi trapped in its jaw as he slowly bled to death.
The forest progressively blurred and shook; Levi shakily cranked his head up to look directly into the titan’s soulless dark grey eyes that beamed back into his. He couldn’t resist the burning urge to snarl at it, and the beast crunched down the slightest bit deeper. The captain released a dreadfully agonizing scream.
All this time, Hange was trying to avoid looking at Levi because it was too painful to see him in such a state, but when she heard his composure break, she couldn’t look away any longer. She saw the amount of blood and knew it wouldn’t be long until Levi passed out or even –
No.
She wouldn’t let that happen. She wouldn’t allow that to happen.
Hange gathered all her strength and with one last pull, the jammed wire hitched out. Taking hold of her triggers, she shot her gear and flashed away as fast as lightning. Her gut tightened and twisted when the titan crushed down, and a loud crack echoed. Levi’s already pale skin became as white as snow, and he exhaled harshly. His chest didn’t arise again.
Hange’s voice gritted when she shrieked out a prolonged, earsplitting “LEVI!”. Levi had never heard that sound from her before, nor would he ever have expected to. It was so hysterical, desperate, ragged, and frantic to come from Hange. It pierced through the forest so sharply that it sounded like she was being tortured.
Blood splattered onto the detritus-covered floor.
Hange had killed the titan. Its mouth fell open and along with it plunged Levi. Hange gyrated from the nape and carefully cradled Levi closely with one hand behind his back, and one hand under his knees. The impact of Levi falling on her should’ve hurt, but it didn’t. A titan sprung at her and had she not scrunched her legs in reflex, the lower half of her body would’ve been gone.
Hange carried Levi to the closest and widest tree branch away from the titan’s reach. She laid his back flat against the bark, observing his face – which had sweat piling at his hairline, half-shut eyes, and blood splattered on his cheek.
Hange looked behind her to see if anyone had come yet. Where are they? she internally cursed.
Even while losing consciousness, Levi could still feel a trembling sensation. He questioned if he was shivering or if Hange’s hands were shaking under his head.
She took her index and middle fingers and placed them down on Levi’s right wrist just below his thumb.
She felt a fast, yet weak heartbeat.
Hastily, Hange took off Levi's cloak and jacket, ripped open his shirt, and saw blood everywhere. There were deep depressions from bite marks, and the right side of Levi’s chest looked smaller than his left. It hurt so damn bad when he breathed in; every time, there was a sharp stabbing pain – each one worse than the last. And Hange noticed. It was obvious, and not because he held a wince each time he inhaled, but because of its sound. It sounded rushed, rapid, labored, and shallow. And there was a weird hissing sound when he breathed. Or was it a sucking sound? Either way, it came from the little pieces of flesh that had been cut deeper than others. Those areas had a bright pinkish-reddish foam bubbling out of them.
Shit.
Fluid spluttered onto Hange’s face. Levi had coughed up blood.
But then it got worse.
He disgorged blood, and he couldn’t control it. Hange had to turn Levi over onto his side so he wouldn’t choke or have further difficulty breathing. The only noise audible in that deserted little area was loud splattering. Levi felt so weak he couldn’t keep his head up anymore; he laid it down and all the blood expelling from his mouth pooled to the side of his face.
Hange took these symptoms as a sign that he had holes in his chest where the air had entered and put pressure on his lungs. The air pressure might’ve caused his right lung to collapse. He likely had a puncture in his lung as well, causing blood to enter. That would explain why his lungs fought to expel blood by puking it up.
Levi could really die at any moment now. She had to stop the bleeding and prevent even more gas from entering through lacerations. Hange was taught in training that if someone were to bleed out of a place that wasn’t a limb, she was to take a sterilized gauze and pack it into the wound. But there was no gauze or any first aid treatment here, so she improvised.
Hange took Levi’s jacket and placed the inside of it into the deepest gashes. Blood squished out and continued to soak through the fabric, but at the very least, the pressure would slow additional bleeding. She pressed down on it with as much pressure as she could without feeling like she was hurting Levi.
“Levi, can you hear me?” Hange said. Levi’s eyes fluttered to look at Hange's. “When you exhale, try to breathe out as much as you can.” He did what he was instructed, but every time he inhaled, it felt like the vein in his neck was going to pop.
Levi went into another coughing fit.
He’d never felt so weak, and it wasn’t because his arm was broken, or because his ribs had snapped, or because his lung was punctured. It was because ever since he saw blood soaking through his cloak, he knew there was a good chance that he’d die and now he’d been plagued with the question: what should I say before I die? There really wasn’t a right answer. But there are some things that he couldn’t help but think of saying. Like all the regrets he had, all the things he wanted to do, and how much he loves Hange. That last concept made his heart ache more than the wound directly above it.
It pained Levi that he could never verbalize his feelings and tell Hange how much she meant to him.
Levi’s love for Hange started months ago when they came back from a bad expedition. It was one of those days where many comrades had been lost and Levi locked himself in the gates of his room. Hange knew Levi was hurting, so she came over to his room and gently knocked on the door, coaxing him to let her in. Despite Levi’s repeated refusal to open up, Hange stood right at the door and waited. And waited. And waited. But Levi gave in and unlocked the gates, which may have been the best decision he’d ever made. Hange comforted, connected, and listened to him like no one else in his life ever did. They formed an emotional bond like never before.
Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen to his brain and the way he was losing consciousness, but he tugged a piece of Hange’s hair down so her face was closer to his. With his last bit of strength, he put his hand behind her head and pushed her warm, soft lips down to his cold ones. They stood in the comfort of the kiss for a while before Levi broke apart. He lifted his head near her ear and in between breathless gasps, he whispered “I’m sorry Hange, I’m sorry for not telling you-”
He took one last look at Hange’s tear-stained face and closed his eyes as darkness took over.
Hange bent down and gave one last kiss to the forehead of her dead Levi.
The only sound that filled the thick atmosphere was Hange’s shuddering, shaky breath.
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Jasper found himself shifting around in his seat as Jeagar went on and on, the prospect of what their world held filled his video-game mottled brain with creatures and things that went bump in the night.
He really was trying his best not to interrupt, for John's sake. Manners weren’t his forte.
As Jeagar explained who and what they were he raised his brows. It was intriguing how much they all had in common. In a way the same thing that happened to them happened to his parents. Otherwise, Jasper wasn’t a lord or anything but he fancied himself important, almost as important as Jeagar did apparently.
Cough cough
“A greater lung capacity.”
Cough cough
He mumbled into his palm, only to twist his hand in a circular motion as if to insist he go on.
Jasper had no reason to disbelieve him considering he had access to the tech to find Jasper's universe but he was still inclined to out of spite, rolling his coals rather obviously as his guest finally got to the point.
Resting his head on his hand Jasper went silent for an uncomfortably long few seconds, not moving his eyes off of Jeagar.
“So what you’re saying is, you two have whole kingdoms full of citizens. You had no idea where you were gonna end up or what you��d do once you were here but you came anyway.”
Sitting up he slapped his hands onto his lap and took in a deep breath, the look on Jeagars face irritating him more than he already was, even if he wasn’t being outwardly hostile like before.
“I understand I lied to you. Ok? Can we get over it? Please? I’m gonna get a lot of shit for what I’m doing to help you. If you want to leave you can but I can’t help you with that alone.”
His sentence started out as bitter as he felt inside but slowly softened. Something inside of him almost wanted them to stay, his world was supernatural but he never ventured far within it. These two were older than he could comprehend and he felt he could learn a lot if they would let him.
Jasper didn’t just want to make it up to them, honestly he didn’t give a shit if Jeagar really was gonna piss his pants over being misled…or maybe he did, he really couldn’t tell. With his mother around he never really had to deal with anyone actually being mad at him before.
The facts were whether they stayed or went Jasper had the chance to be a part of something so fucking cool and they could even learn things that would benefit them back home.
“I have to make a phone call.”
He said meekly, his cheeks hot as he turned away from them.
“No no James I-”
Jasper didn’t put his phone on speaker but even if you were sitting on the bed you could hear the person on the other end screaming at him.
“It’s just one portal I promise, come on I never ask for anything.”
He would cringe away from the phone every so often, even turning back to look at his guest with an awkward smile once or twice.
“You have demons, what am I supposed to do? Carry them across an ocean?”
Jasper huffed and finally raised his voice a little to the person on the phone.
“If you don’t help me I’m gonna tell Mom what you did with her clown juicer.”
So suddenly that it made Jasper drop his phone, a portal, most likely of demonic origin, appeared on the wall. It revealed another snowy landscape but a much more accessible one. Large trees stretching out as far as the eyes could see.
Pleasantly surprised Jasper turned to Jeagar and John.
“I know the way from here, we can talk on the way.”
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(Ask) Original Stud Team BBNT AU: Vernal is it true that you plan on seducing Jaune with your Phat Bandit Booty? (Seduction)
She walked with a sway to her phat ass.“I might not have cow-sized tits like the bimbo twins. But my ass is in a class of it own. And that Jaune seems to like his women with phat ass from the way his eyes drawled to that mole faunus dump truck of a ass.” Vernal replied as she wore the tightest pant she got on her to make her ass more phatter and juicer than before.
#rwby#rwby smut#rwby vernal#seduction#original male stud au#original male stud ask#team bbnt au#team bbnt au ask
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The Dork Legacy 2.6 part 1
Previously, on The Dork Legacy:
[ 1.5 ]
[ 2.4 ]
Last time, Bao-Dur, Nariko and Wander became hot teens. A couple of LTWs were had. Galadriel and Bilbo became toddlers, and then children (Kilik and Katamari also became children). Bender, the robot from Futurama, walked by the lot and chatted about the weather. The family got a kitty named The Cloverfield Monster. HK-47 insisted on taking showers and short-circuiting. Oh yeah, and Einstein got abducted. Again.
Bao-Dur: Look, just because Wander likes to stick his thumb up his nose, doesn't mean you have to noogie him all the time.
Wander: *sticks thumb up nose*
Nariko is a good listener.
But it's okay, she and Wander are BFF anyway. But...er...not actually BFF. Like in the game. DAMN YOU MAXIS, MAKING ME HAVE TO CHANGE MY TERMINOLOGY.
I call this The Annoying Stuff room.
Bilbo: Pow pow! Take that, you stupid dragon robber!
What? Post more random pictures of Galadriel? Sure thing.
Here you go.
Not to steal other legacies' sayings, but: FIERCE.
Willoughby: RAH!
Bilbo: oshitrun!
....<3333!!!
Vanessa: *maxes all skills*
Algren: *interrupts* Hey guys. *sip sip* What's up?
Algren: *one-ups Vanessa*
Willoughby: RAAH! Take that, juicer!
I built them a vacation home! And then Willoughby bought it! With all their money!
and then i found out what the maty magic wand did, sold the vacation home, depreciated the value, and rebought it for half the price! :DDD
OMG THIS MESH IS SO UNFEMININE LET'S MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A CORSET.
(proud member of sims_rants)
Drizzt stopped by, and then Nariko brought his daughter home from school. And they had an impromptu jam session.
THANK YOU. Kilik is the ONLY child who puts his homework on his desk!
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The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae (5/?)
When she opened the door, he was standing there with a plastic grocery bag in one hand and some kind of leather bound briefcase in the other. It was 6:57pm.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m early.” He was wearing jeans, a tight gray tee shirt, and an apologetic expression.
“By three minutes,” she said, throwing the door open wide to admit him. “Mr. Chronic Punctuality strikes again.”
He smiled at her and held up both hands. “I come bearing libation.”
“Help yourself to the kitchen,” she said, “I assume the layout is the same as yours?” They were all staying in the small residences built for the mission on NASA’s Cape Canaveral campus. As soon as they launched, the next round of colonists would move in, coming to join them on Mars about three years later.
Mulder nodded and plunked his bag of provisions on the countertop, a lime freeing itself from the confines of the bag and rolling toward Scully. She grabbed it before it hit the floor.
“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the briefcase, which he set on the counter, taking a bit more care.
“Ah,” he said, unlatching the top and opening it as you would a large and ancient tome. “This is a vintage bar kit. It belonged to my grandparents.”
On either side of the kit were all different kinds of bar tools, each in their own small compartment, held in place by small leather straps. She didn’t know what half the tools did, but she recognized a cocktail shaker, a double jigger, a muddler, a strainer and a mixing spoon, each with an aged patina that spoke to the provenance of the equipment.
“Your grandparents’?” she asked, curious about this man with no living family.
He nodded, pulling out various pieces and supplies. “Whenever I’d travel with them, once we got to where we were going, my grandfather would pull out the kit and make him and my grandmother a martini.”
“Your grandparents sound like more fun than mine,” she said, leaning forward against the countertop. She was wearing slacks and a light V-neck cardigan. It took her a moment to realize that the way she was standing was revealing quite a bit of cleavage. Mulder had politely averted his eyes. She straightened up. “Anything I can do to help?” she offered.
“Uh, ice,” he said, as he worked to set up. “Cutting board and a knife?”
She retrieved everything he asked for and when she set them before him, the ice in a small bowl, he had everything arranged just-so, with two small antique coupe glasses set off to the side.
“Oh, Mulder,” she said, picking one up gently. It had a thin, delicate stem and hand etching in a stylized floral motif. “These are lovely. Were they…?”
“Yes,” he smiled, “These are the originals. No idea how they’ve managed to last so long. My grandmother loved them.”
Scully would have to remind herself to be careful.
He gave her a couple of limes to cut and juice (he’d even brought a juicer), and he proceeded to use a small citrus peeler to notch two beautiful swirls of lime zest.
“Wow,” she said, sucking a bit of lime juice from her thumb. “You really go all out.”
“Well, I was asked to prove my cocktail-making mettle,” he said, and then paused for a minute and gave her an odd look. “Unless that was some kind of euphemism, and I’m horribly embarrassing myself…”
She had to admit that the thought had crossed her mind. Even as she’d issued the invitation, she had had the thought that he may think she was making a pass at him. And if he did, well…?
She looked at him a moment, letting him sweat a bit and then reached under the counter and pulled up the bottle he’d gifted her.
“Gin,” she said.
“Gin,” he repeated in semi-relief.
He reached for the bottle and held it out in front of himself like a sommelier pulling a vintage.
“Wow,” he said, “I really spared no expense.”
She chuckled. “It’s a shame we’re leaving so soon. It’s going to collect dust on a shelf.”
“You could always sneak it on board,” he said, pulling off the fitted cork top with a satisfying chunk! “Though I’m not sure this would mix well with Tang.”
In truth, they hadn’t sent Tang up to space since the 1960’s, but she laughed at the joke.
“And get caught with something flammable?” she asked. “I have no desire to be court martialed.”
“In that case,” Mulder said, reaching over to take the lime juice from her. “Let’s drink some, shall we?”
He’d made his own simple syrup at home and had brought some in a mason jar. He carefully measured, pouring everything over ice cubes and then popped the glass Boston top over his shaker and proceeded to make an awful racket. About twenty seconds later, he pushed the strainer over the top and poured two cool green gimlets in the coupe glasses, floating a curled rind on the top. He handed one to Scully and she led him over to the love seat in her small living room.
She held up her glass to toast him. “Thank you for going to all this trouble, Mulder,” she said, as he raised his own glass to her. “This is decadent.”
“Probably more refined than the original variations, I admit,” he said. “These still standard issue in the Navy?”
Scully grinned at him and took a demure sip. The cocktail was wonderfully cool, sweet, with the sharp tang of citrus with just a hint of astringent gin beneath, so you knew you were having a drink. Mulder really did make a good one.
“No, we choose to fight scurvy in these modern times with three squares a day.”
Mulder leaned back against the cushions of the couch, resting his drink on the arm. The dainty glass looked tiny in his large hands, and he twirled the fine stem with an air of nostalgic habit.
“So you’re military?” he finally asked.
She nodded. “Lieutenant Commander. I got my masters in physics and then decided on medical school. Followed my father and older brother into the Navy and was in the medical corp before I applied for the astronaut service.”
“And you’re serving as one of the science officers as well as flight surgeon?”
“Isn’t everyone in the crew basically a twofer?” She knew that in addition to being the on-base psychologist on Mars, Mulder was also a mission specialist who would have duties to perform on the ship en route to the red planet as well as on the ground. She was also fairly certain he’d gone through pilot training.
“It’s going to be a collective of overachievers for sure,” Mulder said, not meaning it as an insult.
Scully took another drink, her nose dipping demurely into the empty space at the top of the coupe glass. Mulder was watching her closely.
She had to admit she liked the attention.
“You’re one of the pilots?” she finally asked as she swallowed. The drink was starting to warm her belly, giving her a low, muzzy feeling that made her sink a little further into the cushions of the sofa.
Mulder mirrored her, taking another sip.
“Backup to the backup,” he said, once he’d swallowed. Scully watched his throat bob.
“NASA does love their redundancies,” she said.
He nodded slowly, his eyes forward.
“Can I make a confession?” she asked him, and he turned towards her and raised his eyebrows in invitation. “I don’t love flying,” she said.
He threw his head back and laughed once, a kind of barky, foxy laugh. She found herself smiling.
“We’re about to take off from this planet in a rocket and spend the next eleven months flying through space,” he said, as if she wasn’t completely aware. “How’d you get that past the psych evals?”
Scully felt ever so slightly defensive, but managed to keep her good humor. “I didn’t say I was afraid of flying, Mulder,” she said primly. “I just don’t like it.”
He was really smiling now. “And you failed to mention that during the last… what, five, six years?”
She threw back the last of her drink and set the glass down gently on the coffee table, then turned fully to him. “I really want to go to Mars, Mulder.”
He raised his hands in surrender, still smiling and said, “Fair enough.” He then proceeded to down the rest of his drink and set his glass next to hers, turning to her after a moment. “This is perhaps a bit ironic now, but I uh, brought the ingredients for an Aviation cocktail, if you’re interested.”
It was Scully’s turn to laugh, and she did so, trotting out the embarrassing, hyena-like guffaw that she usually only let loose in front of her sister. “Mulder,” she said, once she’d gotten it out of her system, “I’d love one.”
Mulder smiled at her, his face one of delight, and rose from the loveseat, grabbing both classes on his way back into the kitchen. He pulled out lemons and a bottle of purple colored liquor she didn’t recognize and began working quickly and deftly, shaking out the watery ice cubes into the sink, peeling a rind from a lemon, measuring carefully. She couldn’t help but watch in both fascination and impressed surprise as he worked, sure-footed and adroit. When he finally began shaking the cocktail again, she shook out her hair, fluffing in away from her face. The drink she’d just had was making her cheeks red and warm, and she pressed her cold hands to them, feeling a little hot under the collar as well.
Mulder finally approached, carrying two glasses that were filled with a liquid that was a violet gray, almost the color of the moon. He’d used a toothpick to skewer a brandied cherry that was hanging on the side of the glass. He handed it to her carefully, the drink filled nearly to the rim.
“Slainte,” he said, lowering himself down to sit next to her.
She raised her drink once again and took a sip, the frosty glass further cooling her hand, the beautiful etching pressing into the whorls of her fingertips. This cocktail was a perfect balance of sour and sweet, floral and sharp, and she let it run over her tongue slowly, tasting the opposing flavors in a gentle roll.
“This is wonderful,” she finally said, raising the glass once again to its maker.
“So’s the company,” he replied, his eyes fixed upon her so intently that she could feel his gaze in the back of her skull.
Finally she looked away. She wasn’t used to drinking hard liquor, even mixed, the top of her head felt lighter than the bottom. She tilted her head this way and that while looking at Mulder, trying to regain her equilibrium.
“Tell me about you,” she finally said, pulling the cherry of the toothpick with her teeth. He watched her chew for a moment before speaking, his voice an even, meditative droll.
Eventually she rested her head into her hand, propped up by her elbow, her knees tucked under herself. By this time their second and third drinks had been consumed, and Mulder was sitting on the floor in front of the small sofa, his head resting against the seat. He was telling her about the sister he’d lost to cancer when he was twelve, how it tore the family apart, how it had pushed him into studying the sciences – minoring in biology. How weathered and beaten his parents had become, and how that had driven him finally into psychology. It was a warm, comfortable conversation, even when a quick tropical rain swept through, cutting the power to her quarters, just long enough that she had to pull a small candle from beside her bathtub, setting it on the coffee table to bathe his handsome face in a warm orange glow before the generators finally kicked in and the power came back. When he rose and hit the lightswitch with the palm of his hand, washing them back into semi-darkness, she made no objection. It felt right. It felt right sitting with him like this.
When he left, hours and hours later, she thanked him for the evening and pressed a quick, soft kiss into his sandpapery cheek.
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Hey babe i’m the anon that’s watching the mayans for the first time (idk if u rmr me..) anyways. Idk i wish adelita’s baby was miguels. That would’ve been way juicier lol- i read originally that’s how the story was suppose to go and now i’m like damn. They ruined a good thing😭
I remember you! And yeah, it would have been juicer, but god, I'm so over Angel and his female troubles lol
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10 Exciting Eid Gifting Ideas for Him and Her
Eid al-Fitr is an important Islamic holiday that marks the end of Ramadan, the holy month of fasting. This is a time for family gatherings, feasting, and exchanging gifts. If you're struggling to find the perfect Eid gift for your loved ones, look no further. We've compiled a list of 10 exciting Eid gifting ideas for him and her and some suggestions for friends and family members.
Top Eid Gifts Ideas for Him
Smartphones - With the latest Ramadan deals in 2023, you can grab some of the best smartphone deals. It's an ideal gift for tech-savvy men.
Laptops - A new laptop can be an excellent gift idea if he's a workaholic. He'll appreciate the convenience and versatility of a portable computer.
Shaver and Trimmers - Help keep your man's beard or moustache in top shape with a high-quality shaver or trimmer. It's a thoughtful gift that shows you care about his grooming needs.
Smartwatches - A smartwatch can be a great gift for men who love to stay connected and track their fitness goals.
Fitness Trackers - Fitness enthusiasts will appreciate a fitness tracker to help them monitor their health and stay motivated.
Audio accessories - From headphones to speakers, audio accessories are a fantastic gift idea for music lovers.
Drones - If your man is interested in photography or videography, a drone can be an exciting gift that takes his hobby to new heights.
Top Best Eid Gifts Ideas for Her
Perfume - Women love to smell good, so a perfume bottle is always a safe and thoughtful gift choice.
Grooming Kit - A grooming kit with a hairbrush, comb, and other essentials is a practical gift that any woman can use.
Fragrances Set - A set of fragrances with different scents is an excellent choice for women who like to experiment with their perfume.
Earphone - A high-quality earphone is an ideal gift if she loves listening to music or podcasts.
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What are the best gifts for your Friends and Family Members?
Air Purifier - An air purifier is an ideal gift for family members who suffer from allergies or asthma.
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Giving gifts is an important part of Eid al-Fitr celebrations. It symbolizes love, appreciation, and gratitude towards loved ones.
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You can give a wide variety of Eid gifts, from clothing and accessories to electronics and home appliances. The key is choosing a thoughtful, practical, and meaningful gift.
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Aphorisms
Marketing and populism, activate the force field of skepticism. Honesty will save you a lot of money in love. The lingering note of the violin flying into space, the note of the piano as a tear of regret, the note of the violin carried away into the depths of eternity, the colors of chaos in the hands of sociopaths, the media harvests stupidity, and the ego is a farm of stupidity. A presentation, a documentary, a conference on how much of a brute I am for not taking out the trash. Prison of no understanding. Telepathy of intuition of empathy is the world language of the world. Unstable chaos of perception due to self-interest. Will is your photoshop with which you change reality.
jokes
She is so thin as if she was rolled out with a rolling pin
economic riser
In old age, the penis is like a watering can, strictly dosed trickles, like sex with his wife.
Doctors are not vulgar? So in their lexicon they say the word insert more often than others.
Sex of saints, how is it? Just pat on the shoulder as a friend.
Why can't her snoring be cured? I'm snoring to determine if she's alive or not
A stand-up comedian performs in the hall, a man screams from the audience that is not funny, the second brutal man screams show me the penis. Comedian: Penis? Why are there only men in the room? Like you said the club is called, banana paradise. Oh no. No no no. The comedian runs out and the guys catch him. I'm sorry, I'm not gay, I'm not gay, the guy show me such a penis. He shows with tears, all the guys started laughing, that was funny. Get out. I'll fire my agent.
Guy: You're not manly enough. Another guy: yes, but you have like a hairstyle like a feminist, a woman of age who mows down like a boy. Looks at women: enough boys.
Asian women stretch pleasure to passion like a slime, it will break quickly if you finish quickly.
Why does your penis cum so fast, is it ticklish.
So she is insatiable in sex? Milking machine, and you sang with happiness: mu
The director of the bank is the godfather to whom you kiss the ring, and something else if you are guilty.
Take a giant loan and run away from the country and rob the state treasury? You watch too many cartoons.
He's thirty and still watches cartoons. For adults. Anime? No for adults.
Why don’t you go to the dance floor, I didn’t come here for this, but why, I watch drunk boobs and priests shaking. It is clear why the club is called. Coco is like coconuts (buffers) Bongos (Priests), well, who do you stick your spear into (penis).
Skepticism, your guardian angel in the sales world.
Human stupidity is painful.
Did you sue your ex-wife for your penis? Was the judge a man? Yes. All clear.
Woman: my husband is not young, and how do you like sex with him, like a dispenser of toothpaste, soap, seeds.
Why do you need a sweater with a high collar, Lord, she sees a penis everywhere, she has not had sex for a long time.
Naked man on the ground with a bouquet of roses in his ass, I like it, the original flower vase, my husband burned it with this lover, how vital and painful, these flowers have thorns
How to prolong love? We will renew (that's what prostitutes say)
Why does it say juicer above your vagina
How to send off an annoying boyfriend? Well, I'm like that, I think with my penis all the time. The boyfriend will answer, and I'm a vagina
The brain is like a rubber ball, defends against the walls of the skull
Breaking up is hard, like a ruptured spleen, now you have two spleens
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Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
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Case Study - Juicy Salif Lemon Squeezer
Juicy Salif, a citrus reamer designed by Philippe Starck in 1990, is considered an icon of industrial design and has been displayed in the permanent collections of the Museum of Modern Art and the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, as well as the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.
"But the device is not easy to use, and its polished aluminium finish is vulnerable to corrosion and producing an unpleasant taste, as conceded in its official instructions. The kitchen tool is not dishwasher-safe and must be washed by hand while taking care to avoid injury from its sharp point."
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A study revealed 28% of the owners of a Juicy Salif have never even tried to juice a lemon with it. This is a key statistic. They used it purely as an aesthetic sculptural display item.
As a juicer, it is average at best. Especially compared to other alternatives. However, it is a great conversation starter.
The object still holds great value, even more than originally intended, despite the purpose and audience changing over time
The idea behind the squeezer straying away from its original purpose and becoming a conversation starter, beautiful design piece, made to be observed not 'used', is the main idea we have for the string product.
Why can't we create a string that sits beautifully on a craft desk? Wrapped around a spool, arriving to the customer in an incredibly smooth, enjoyable-to-open package? A thread that is so strong it is used again and again
"Starck has publicly stated that his citrus reamer was "not meant to squeeze lemons" but "to start conversations".[10]
An image of the Juicy Salif was featured on the front cover of Donald Norman's book Emotional Design.[12] The gold-plated version was described as an "ornament" because citric acid from fruit would discolor and erode the gold plating
The object is ominous because its function is kept very vague. There isn't many indicators to hint how the object might work. Putting a lemon next to it does give it a lot more context and understanding.
"Joy is a function."
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