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halukturgutmenguc · 2 days

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Stories to tell....!

#photographers on tumblr #art photography #haluk turgut mengüç #artists on tumblr #©htm.studios #black and white #monochrome #landscape #htm.studios #stories to tell #fine art photography

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just-somedude · 3 months

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#I had to go to a high school friend's funeral a couple weeks ago #the guy was like an older brother to me #he was only 23 #I spent an hour alone in a room with his coffin just crying #wishing I had gotten to spend more time with him #Now because of that #I'm making sure to live my life exactly how I want to #I've had people tell me to “do the smart thing” and build a career #travel in short spurts etc #fuck that #I want to be the unemployed friend in all those memes #the guy who you don't hear from until you get a video from a glacial lake in the middle of the wilderness #and then a week later a picture from atop a mountain #I want to do cool shit #I want to have DAD LORE #stories to tell #people to tell them #mid life crisis at 22 is crazy but FUCK IT WE BALL #anyways my rambling is over if you're still reading this I'll give you a smooch

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dakstumps · 7 months

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What you guys want me to post about?

Hi guys!

I hope you're all good. As you guys already know I suffer from biid and hope to become a DAK amputee one day. I already have a solution and surgeon who will do it. But I need to save some more to be able to afford it. But I'm getting closer and closer. Until then I thought to post here and ask you guys what you want me to post about in the meantime. It can be videos or images or just more about me.

Take care!

#biid #dak #legless #stories to tell

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talefoundryshow · 5 months

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NOW ON NEBULA!

There’s a spot open in that pantheon you’ve always admired… how do you take it before anyone else does? Join us in examining some tales of ascension (and usurpation) to figure out just that!

#tale foundry #writing community #writing inspiration #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #story ideas #writing fantasy #fantasy literature #fantasy books #fantasy fiction #brandon sanderson #his dark materials #homestuck #mistborn #death note #storytelling #stories to tell

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random-xpressions · 4 months

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Find yourself a girl to whose grandkids you could tell how their grandma seduced you with all her sweetness...

Random Xpressions

#stories to tell

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mishalogic · 11 months

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There's some bears in there

and a little kid as well

with stories to tell.

So open wide, come inside

to little kid and teddy bear world,

rather cool, rather neat.

Nature's pride so very sweet ... Misha

#teddy #teddy bears #bears #little kid #stories to tell #cool #sweet #neat #Nature

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missadacackle · 2 years

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What if the only real difference is just who's telling the story

Sound: Orignal was a MHA edit L - weeblee0000

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wallflowers-in-the-wind · 1 year

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Sometimes I never know what to say, or what to write. But I do have an idea now. And hopefully I can keep the candle burning until it is published for you all to read.

#writers and poets #writing #thinking #stories to tell #dreamers

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fire-and-swan · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Riz Gukgak, The Bad Kids (Dimension 20) Additional Tags: Fantasy High Sophomore Year Spoilers (Dimension 20), mostly for that very last scene, Stream of Consciousness, Unreliable Narrator Summary:

Riz doesn’t remember much of Junior Year. This is what he does remember.

Riz doesn't remember much of Junior Year. He remembers the light. He remembers saying that name. He remembers something warring with him in an instant, something reaching through his shadow to grab him by the throat and pull him under and away. He remembers It. He doesn't remember much after that.

He remembers fragments of moments. He remembers spending time with his friends. Laughing, talking. He knows that it wasn't him. He knows that the imitation was perfect. He remembers realising that It had been watching him for days, weeks, months. Ever since he had gotten that tattoo, It had been following him. It had been paying attention, and It is a very good actor.

He remembers his friends suggesting going on an adventure. He knows they wanted to fix things, but he doesn’t remember what they wanted to fix. He remembers them suggesting researching, and later suggesting travelling. He remembers telling them that they had nothing to worry about. That nothing had happened yet, he'd been watching, and until it did, how could they even be sure that their research lined up with what they were facing? He remembers, in his few moments of clarity, trying to guide them down the right track. Because he wanted It gone, but It didn't want to leave. Not yet. Not until It had gotten what It came here for. He had no idea what It wanted. He still has no idea what It wanted. If anyone else knows, they won't say. But he knows, he knew, that he'd do whatever it took to stop It from getting exactly that.

He remembers the moment of betrayal. He remembers the fall. The moment of grief, of betrayal, of realising that someone they had been calling 'friend' had been working for the enemy. He remembers their words. He remembers the pain he felt. He remembers their grief and betrayal and pain. But all second-hand. All as It fed on the pain It was causing. He doesn't remember the moment they realised he wasn't him. He doesn't know what gave It away. He doesn't know how long it took. He doesn’t know for sure that they ever figured it out. He hopes they did. He hopes they know that he wasn’t doing things willingly, that he wasn’t doing things at all. But all he knows is that they realised it was connected to this plane through him. And he can't decide if that's a blessing, or a curse.

He remembers moments of clarity. He remembers trying to convince his friends that he was him, not It. He remembers telling them to do whatever it takes to stop It. He remembers telling them to save themselves, to save the world. Even if it meant killing him, to stop It. He remembers their expressions when he suggested that. But he doesn't remember their reply.

He remembers waking up. He remembers the cut of the ropes. He remembers the smell of wax and arcane in the air. He remembers the fading echoes of chanting. He remembers the musty taste of the gag in his mouth. He remembers the stiffness of his shoulders. He remembers trying to convince them that it had worked. That It was gone. He remembers the looks that they didn't think he caught. He remembers weeks of looks. He remembers being trailed. He remembers letting them trail him.

He remembers the loss of trust. The loss of their trust in him. The loss of his trust in himself.

He remembers fragments. He knows what it felt like for a few scattered moments between being pulled under, and being pulled out. It feels like he aged years. But he knows it was months. He knows it was less than a year. He doesn't trust his sense of time anymore. He can't. He's lost too much of it. He trusts the watch his dad gave him. He trusts the calendar on his crystal. He knows he checks both far too frequently. But he can't help it. He can't trust his own sense of time, and he has to trust something.

He remembers before. And he remembers after. He doesn't remember the time in-between. But he can see it, in the changes. He can see it, in the relaxed stability between Kristen and Tracker. He can see it in the length of Fabian's hair, and the colour of Adaine's. He can hear it in the two new albums Fig and Gorgug have released. Which for once he knows none of the songs from. He can feel it in the way they all move around him. They don't trust him anymore. They don't trust that he is still the person they knew. But that's the only thing he can trust about himself. He's grown a little. He's gained and lost muscle mass in odd places. His room and office are both messes that he doesn't know how to navigate.

But he knows himself. He is still Riz Gukgak. Some days that is all he can be sure of. He wishes that they could be sure of that too.

He remembers what they were all like, before. And he watches them together. Talking, laughing. They don't do any of that around him anymore. They fake it, and they fake it well. But he knew them, once. And he remembers. He watches from the shadows, hidden and safe, knowing that were he to emerge their relaxed joy would fix into something forced. He watches them pass. He lets them go. And he remembers.

He knows who he was. He knows who he is. And he knows- He knows he is no longer one of the Bad Kids. But he remembers.

And as they approach, unaware of where he hides, Riz Gukgak (licensed investigator, ex-member of the AV club, CI of the Lower Planar Reconnaissance Task Force, mid-level rogue) adjusts his bag and runs.

#I wrote a thing #new trailer in just over an hour and i couldn't settle #so i finished this instead #cross posted on ao3 #i think the formatting worked better there #stories to tell #my fic #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #the hypothetical one that doesn't exist yet

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lastoneout · 10 months

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People don't like to admit it bcs cringe or w/e but Homestuck really did revolutionize the webcomic as a storytelling medium and I am endlessly frustrated that before webcomic artists could really stretch our legs fucking webtoonz swooped in, set a new, more restrictive standard, and then monetized and monopolized the ever living fuck out of the concept of The Webcomic until it drove away anyone who couldn't be a professional quality manga artist for free, and now the only webcomics that actually feel like spiritual successors to Homestuck are so obscure they're basically cult classics that you have to beg people to read.

Like it's just so wild to be in high school and see Homestuck be like "we're using like fifteen different artistic mediums to tell this story bcs we can" and be really fucking inspired by that, only to grow up and see basically every webcomic ever have to conform to One Single Standard or fucking perish.

#I decided I wanted to be a comic artist bcs homestuck inspired me #in the sense that it was like “fuck it tell your story however you want to”#and now it's like “tell your story this one specific way or fucking die”#wtf

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gatorinator · 2 months

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“Walrus on your doorstop” this “fairy’s more unrealistic” that my professor just uttered the sentence “there was one day I found a real octopus in my backyard” this man hasn’t left Utah his entire life. How was there an octopus in his backyard in Utah. He then said “I do not have time to elaborate we need to cover a lot today in class” GIRL WHAT DO YOU MEEAN

#al speaks #we are fifteen minutes into class and still haven’t had any class cuz he was telling a story. wdym you don’t have time for the octopus story #stop class I want to know everything. I guess he would say he would be more surprised to see a fairy than a walrus #walrus or fairy

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halukturgutmenguc · 2 months

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Stories to tell...!

#photographers on tumblr #art photography #haluk turgut mengüç #artists on tumblr #©htm.studios #black and white #monochrome #landscape #htm.studios #interiors #stories to tell #fine art photography #Istanbul tales

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ato-dato · 8 months

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One mans barber can be another mans nemesis.

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talefoundryshow · 8 months

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Do you view the world through your eyes or through your heart? The Little Prince illustrates the difference between the two beautifully, and our video discussing it can be found over on our YouTube channel right now!

#tale foundry #the little prince #le petit prince #antoine de saint exupéry #storytelling #classic lit #classic literature #iyashikei #writing community #writing inspiration #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #healing books #stories to tell #Youtube

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deep-space-netwerk · 7 months

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So Venus is my favorite planet in the solar system - everything about it is just so weird.

It has this extraordinarily dense atmosphere that by all accounts shouldn't exist - Venus is close enough to the sun (and therefore hot enough) that the atmosphere should have literally evaporated away, just like Mercury's. We think Earth manages to keep its atmosphere by virtue of our magnetic field, but Venus doesn't even have that going for it. While Venus is probably volcanically active, it definitely doesn't have an internal magnetic dynamo, so whatever form of volcanism it has going on is very different from ours. And, it spins backwards! For some reason!!

But, for as many mysteries as Venus has, the United States really hasn't spent much time investigating it. The Soviet Union, on the other hand, sent no less than 16 probes to Venus between 1961 and 1984 as part of the Venera program - most of them looked like this!

The Soviet Union had a very different approach to space than the United States. NASA missions are typically extremely risk averse, and the spacecraft we launch are generally very expensive one-offs that have only one chance to succeed or fail.

It's lead to some really amazing science, but to put it into perspective, the Mars Opportunity rover only had to survive on Mars for 90 days for the mission to be declared a complete success. That thing lasted 15 years. I love the Opportunity rover as much as any self-respecting NASA engineer, but how much extra time and money did we spend that we didn't technically "need" to for it to last 60x longer than required?

Anyway, all to say, the Soviet Union took a more incremental approach, where failures were far less devastating. The Venera 9 through 14 probes were designed to land on the surface of Venus, and survive long enough to take a picture with two cameras - not an easy task, but a fairly straightforward goal compared to NASA standards. They had…mixed results.

Venera 9 managed to take a picture with one camera, but the other one's lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 10 also managed to take a picture with one camera, but again the other lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 11 took no pictures - neither lens cap deployed this time.

Venera 12 also took no pictures - because again, neither lens cap deployed.

Lotta problems with lens caps.

For Venera 13 and 14, in addition to the cameras they sent a device to sample the Venusian "soil". Upon landing, the arm was supposed to swing down and analyze the surface it touched - it was a simple mechanism that couldn't be re-deployed or adjusted after the first go.

This time, both lens caps FINALLY ejected perfectly, and we were treated to these marvelous, eerie pictures of the Venus landscape:

However, when the Venera 14 soil sampler arm deployed, instead of sampling the Venus surface, it managed to swing down and land perfectly on….an ejected lens cap.

#space #space history #venus #NASA #Venera #spost #I will talk all day about venus #ask me about venus floating sky cities #unpopular opinion venus > mars #this is probably my favorite space history story #the surface of venus is made of lens caps #don't try to tell me the universe doesn't have a sense of humor #well #I guess its more that people have a sense of humor and we happen to live in the universe

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skellydun · 10 months

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absolutely love reading such a well-written story and falling a bit in love with the author based solely on the way they write. like baby the way you italicize words makes my heartbeat quicken.

#i cannot tell u what this is about bc i do know that some authors of things i read follow me and i will be outed #if u write things stories poetry etc and i follow u this is probably about u

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