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tchistorygal · 1 year

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Could Cobalt Blue Become the Compelling Color of the Year?

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#Alwayswrite.blog #Cee&039;s Flower of the Day Challenge #Cell Pic Sunday #cobalt blue #color challenge #Marsha Ingrao #Sunday Stills Photo Challenge #Thursday Trios

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photosbyjez · 4 days

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You Have 3 Wishes -- Thursday Trios

Hi all 😃 My latest post for Mama Cormier’s Thursday Trios. Dandelions

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#dandelions #Jez Braithwaite #Nature #Photo Challenge #Photos #thursday trios #Wishes

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celerydays · 7 months

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Pairing: Sebastian x Ominis x f!Hufflepuff!MC

Warnings: A suggestive/censored panel of spicy dreams, voyeurism

(This IS going to be heading towards explicit smut after this, so just know that this is overall 🔞 NSFW / MDNI 🔞)

Synopsis: It's their seventh year and Clementine, aka "Em", has been running herself ragged and hardly taking the time to rest. She finally decides to take a brief nap in the Undercroft where no one could possibly find or bother her. Aside from two Slytherins, that is...

Length: 9 pages

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[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3 – coming soon]

👀 oh?

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A/N: The rest of the parts going forward will be uploaded as image previews with links to the full pages on twitter / poipiku~

Updates will be SLOWWW since I'm also learning how to storyboard, map out dialogue, SFX, panels, and backgrounds as I go. Making a comic for the first time feels like it's literally causing my brain to have to rewire and function differently rn lol 🫠

I'm hoping/aiming to complete Part 2 in maybe...2 weeks-ish, now that I have a slightly better idea of how long this takes me 🫡💗

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arthistoryanimalia · 11 days

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#ThreeForThursday:

Tea Service in the Shape of Quails

Gujarat (formerly Baroda), India, 1920-30

Silver, gilded silver, ivory

Virginia Museum of Fine Arts display

“The British were not India's only patrons of elegant silver.

Native princes - always engaged in dynamic cultural interchanges with their British overlords - also commissioned silver of the highest quality. Such patronage was nowhere more prominent than in western India, where the rulers of the state of Kutch were champions of their silversmiths. These leaders ensured their region's silver became the best known of India's styles through sponsorship at international exhibitions, beginning with London's Great Exhibition of 1851. This stylishly whimsical tea service in the shape of richly feathered quails was produced by Oomersee Mawjee Jr., son of Kutch's most renowned master silversmith, after he shifted to the employ of another western Indian ruler, Maharaja Sayajirao Gaekwad III of Baroda.”

#animals in art #20th century art #museum visit #birds in art #bird #birds #quail #Indian art #South Asian art #Asian art #colonial art #silver #tea service #metalwork #1920s #Virginia Museum of Fine Arts #Three for Thursday #trio

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lazzarachan · 8 months

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Various clippings from Alternative Press Magazine, December 2003 issue.

Scans aren't the best because I still have the spine intact for this one.

#alternative press #thursday #geoff rickly #tucker rule #alkaline trio #new found glory #the mars volta #thrice #the strokes #hole #samantha maloney #emo #pop punk #post-hardcore #alternative rock

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oldhotcinnam0n · 8 months

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For Thirsty Trap Thursday I give you... fresh out of school professor edition!

Please say helloe to your new Charms Professor, Ominis Gaunt

Also, welcome your new Potions Professor, Garreth Weasley

And lastly, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Sebastian Sallow

(because we all know all the DADA professors are the sketchiest individuals always!)

Class will be starting soon, see you there!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts #hogwarts faculty #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow #professor gaunt #professor weasley #professor sallow #imagine #au #I'd be in all their office hours #thirsty thursday #thirst trap thursday #hl trio

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radioactivepeasant · 7 months

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Snippet Thursday: Demolition Trio

The winning prompt for this week was "Demolition Trio: Jak's dog chooses violence" as a follow-up to last week's snippet where he got the dog. Don't worry, no animals were harmed in the making of this snippet. Errol got a little traumatized though.

"Here boy! C'mere!"

Jak bent and patted his knees, a wide, silly grin decorating his face.

With a growling, grumbly vocalization, the crocadog bounded out of the transport and leaped into the boy's waiting arms. Rip wriggled and panted happily, perfectly content to be held like a puppy by the unnaturally strong teenager. Jak laughed and stumbled back a step before finding his balance.

"Whoa!" He hefted the pup higher -- if he could outpace the average KG with a twenty pound ottsel on his shoulder, he could handle a hundred pound half-grown crocadog.

A high-pitched squeal caught both sets of ears, and Jak swiveled on one heel expectantly to see Tess standing on the quay with her hands clasped in front of her mouth. She bounced on her toes even as she directed two men with a trolley to carry Krew's newest shipment of alcohol inside the bar.

"Awww!! You didn't tell me you had a puppy!" Tess shouted across the landing platform.

Jak set Rip down and hooked the thin chain lead to his collar. It seemed overly fancy for a place like Haven -- a beautiful, patterned steel that looked like watermarked paper. "Silksteel", Damas called it, an alloy made from metalhead bodies and Precursor metal melted together in a crucible. Jak was pretty sure the dog's leash was legitimately the nicest thing he'd ever owned -- and maybe the only thing that wasn't a hand-me-down besides his gun.

"Hey, Tess!" Jak jogged across the walkway with Rip trotting along beside him. Once they'd stopped in front of Tess, the dog went on alert. Ears pricked, tail stiff, he shouldered between Jak and the girl with a low warning rumble.

"Hey, hey. Easy, Rip. Good boy."

Jak reached out and boldly took Tess’s hand. "Here, let him smell you so he knows you're a friend."

Tess was not wholly unfamiliar with dogs. She tucked her fingers into a loose fist and held them out for the young croc to sniff.

"Hey, bubba," she cooed, "Who's a good boy, huh? Is it you?"

"It is not," Daxter loudly interrupted as he finally caught up to Jak. "Jak, your demon dog befouled the air train! I had to pay extra fare for cleaning!"

Jak snorted. "Oops. My bad, I'll pay you back, Dax."

"Daxter!" Tess threw open her arms to scoop the ottsel into them. "Ooooh-! I missed you!"

If ottsels could have blushed, Daxter would have been the approximate color of a tomango. Seeing Short Master and Shorter Master so relaxed with Nice-Smelling Lady, the dog calmed immediately. He sat back on his haunches and decided after a moment that it wasn't fair that Daxter was getting all the love. Rip whined for attention, sticking his cold nose on Tess’s bare knee. Tess squeaked and jerked away, then burst out laughing.

"Awww aren't you the cutest puppy!"

For some reason, Jak couldn’t help feeling a little pride. He scrubbed his hand across Rip's ears and grinned. "Well, his runt brother is actually the cutest. Rip is pretty great, though."

Tess’s eyes narrowed to a laser focus. She had her suspicions that Jak was referring to the puppy that always followed the tiny Heir around. The Heir that Jak had kidnapped and refused to give up the location of. The Shadow was breathing down her neck to get information out of Jak before they lost their chance to open the Tomb. But she couldn't act on her suspicions here in the open! Even if Krew hadn't been in earshot, Jak would just deny it anyway.

What she needed was for Jak to actually trust her with...whatever it was he was doing. The younger teen seemed to be fighting his own private war solo, only working with the Underground or Krew when he felt like it.

"No dogs allowed!" Krew barked from the doorway of the saloon. "This is a pub, not a kennel, eh?"

"Dog? What dog?" Sig's voice floated past him.

"The brat brought a crocadog from his latest hunting excursion," Krew sniffed. "People don't pay to see normal animals on my wall, you know, even if they are dangerous."

He shook his folding fan at the boys.

"That trophy had better be in mint condition or you can turn right around and stay out until you bring me something better!"

Daxter rolled his eyes from Tess’s arms. "Relax, hoverboy. Mr. MacPooch down there helped us bag a ramhead before he was even house-trained!"

"He is house-trained, though," Jak added hastily.

It couldn't have been more obvious that something had changed about Jak when he widened his eyes and hit Krew with a forlorn, innocent look.

"You don't mind if I put him up in the bar loading bay, right?"

Before Krew could answer, Jak shifted his weight and channeled just the tiniest hint of dark eco into his eyes, enlarging his pupils. He rubbed his arm, mimicking Mar's usual method for getting Damas to agree to something.

"I just don't want him running loose, y'know? The Guard are really bad about hunting civilian pets for kicks, and- and I really didn't want to have to gut a whole squad today."

There was something deeply unsettling about Jak putting on the guise of a vulnerable, worried kid while casually discussing mass carnage. Krew stared at the youngest "employee" on his roster. Well, "intern" was more accurate. He paid the brat in food and gun upgrades -- and the latter was only because Sig insisted and it wasn't wise to overly antagonize one's bodyguard. He'd never been a "dog person", himself.

Before his racing injury, he used to promise his daughter he'd bring her all kinds of pets to make up for his constant absence. Terrakeets, cabbits, dogats- he'd even sent her a jer-boa once. (That had been an unmitigated disaster, leading to his ex-wife calling to scream at him when the fuzzy legged-snake decided to constrict and consume a neighbor's hip-hog.)

Dogs had never once been on the list.

Krew curled his lip. "You're lucky I like you, Jak," he groused. "Get that thing in the back before someone reports us to the health inspector!"

He started to float back to the bar, then turned.

"And don't do that face again! It's upsetting!"

Jak snorted, and in an instant his old demeanor was back. "Sure, sure."

Tess followed Krew in, directing the last of the bottle delivery, and grimaced when she noticed a particular patron waiting at the bar.

Errol.

"Champion Commander Erol Errol", as he always bragged to her.

She suspected his parents had not been especially creative people.

His swaggering bravado and complete failure to understand that someone could willingly cross him made him a decent source of intel, but Tess had hidden in sewers that made her feel less slimy than she did every time she played Cute Barmaid with Errol.

Her personal feelings aside, she knew Errol had done something to Jak. Something bad. The man was allergic to keeping his mouth shut if anyone brought Jak up. He was both sadistic and obsessed - a dangerous combination.

And Jak was about to walk in and see him.

Tess squeezed Daxter in a silent cue to go warn the boy, but it was too late. A low, almost subsonic rumbling began to fill the room, vibrating the floorboards. The dog had clearly picked up on his master's sudden tension. Rip's eyes were fixed on the commander, lips slowly peeling back to reveal dozens of jagged teeth. Beside him, Jak had gone still, eyes cold. He quietly, deliberately, dropped the leash. But this time there was no fear in his reaction.

Daxter patted Tess’s arm. "It's okay, babe," he whispered, "Demon Dog won't let the Tattooed Wonder try anything funny."

Honestly, he was amazed by how much the dog boosted Jak's confidence. Maybe that was why Mar was so terrifyingly fearless?

"Hey Sig, I thought Krew said no dogs allowed!" Jak said loudly.

Tess tensed. Kid, don't-!

"You better let Praxis know his mutt wandered in here."

Outrage wiped the smug look right off of Errol's face. He lurched off the barstool and pasted on a condescending coo.

"Well isn't that sweet. The freak found his long-lost twin."

He took a meaningful step forward, and his fingers brushed against the wicked hunting knife on his belt. "Maybe this one will respond better to obedience tra-"

He didn't get a chance to finish the sentence before Rip was on him.

Tess leaped to the side with a shriek that didn't even come close to matching the shrill sound coming out of the commander. He sounded like a wounded rabmouse-

Probably because his entire head was currently inside the crocadog's mouth.

"Not on my freshly waxed floors, Cherry!" Sig complained, "C'mon!"

Secretly, he hoped the puppy would just bite down. Hard. But Krew was afraid of Errol's influence and Sig knew it. Best to put on a facade.

Jak watched Errol flail and try to pry Rip's mouth open for a few seconds with the kind of detached curiosity generally reserved for particularly strange looking insects. But when he heard the whine of Krew's hoverchair returning, he finally intervened.

"Rip! Drop it!" he commanded.

Rip did not drop it.

"Come on, pal. I told you not to eat garbage! Spit it out!"

Reluctantly, the croc opened his half-shut jaws and delicately spat the commander's head out. He looked sorely put-out by the loss of his prey, and grumbled reproachfully at Jak. Errol thudded to the floor, dripping with thick drool and finally understanding what it meant to have one's life flash before one's eyes. His hand inched toward his knife as he desperately hoped the croc wouldn't notice his movement.

"Rip, heel."

Jak made a hand signal and the huge dog left his prey to take up a guard stance in front of his human. Jak wrapped the end of the lead around his glove and stroked the dog's back.

"Good boy, Rip! Good boy!"

Mollified, Rip let his tail thump happily against Jak’s legs. Well, if Short Master said he was A Good Boy, maybe it was okay that he didn't get to Crunch the sickly smelling Red Thing this time.

Daxter's ears drooped. "Awww, I wanted to see if KG really do run around for a couple seconds after they lose their heads," he joked.

He and Jak both knew he would have been violently ill if this had actually happened.

"Aw where's the fun in that?" Jak retorted, "Just four witnesses? Nah man, it's gotta be the Stadium. We're gonna pulverize him in front of thousands. That'll be way more memorable."

He casually stepped over Errol's prone body, secure for once in the knowledge that the man couldn't hurt him.

Not if he wanted to keep all his body parts.

He paused and crouched next to the wide-eyed man's head.

"Next time, I won't be there to save you, commander," he murmured, "Tread lightly. And try not to run. Crocs love it when you run."

Jak stood and patted his thigh, and Rip bounced over Errol -- one paw landing in the middle of his stomach as he went. "Alright, Rip, let's get you settled. If you're good, I'll bring you some metalhead scraps. Sound good?"

"WURF."

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that."

Errol stayed on the floor, staring at the ceiling, for a full four minutes after that.

It wasn't hard for Tess to convince Krew that he'd consumed more than his share of liquor, or to convince him to eject the man from the bar until he could "pay" his "tab".

She made a face.

"Remind me to keep some chew toys around here," she whispered to Daxter. "I don't want Rippy getting any ideas about my rifles."

#fic prompts #writing prompts #free day thursday #snippet thursday #jak and daxter #jak and daxter aus #Demolition Trio au #commander errol #erol errol NAUGHTY DOG WHY IS THAT HIS NAME?!#jnd tess #jak 2 renegade #crocadog #Errol is Not having a good time and we're delighted #hey he should be grateful he didn't try to touch Jak or he would've gotten the Captain Hook Experience #he still might. the games definitely establish that he has No Risk Assessment #Jak now has a therapy dog that will eventually be the size of a haflinger pony

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coralcatsea · 5 months

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Throwback Thursday

Hetalia MMDs I Remember Most:

The Zombie Song (USUK)

The Bonus Stage (PrUK)

Spring Shower (FrUK)

What? Ah, Yes (FrUK)

Senbonzakura (Japan)

Jumping at Shadows (PrUK)

Bye Baby Sayonara (England)

Happy Synthesizer (big group)

Love and Joy (big group)

Panda Hero (FrUK)

Kiss Me Aishiteru (PrUK 1) (PrUK 2)

Matryoshka (Japan)

Fubinzyroshka (PrUK)

Shut Up and Sleep With Me (America x World)

Ice Cream Truck (USUK)

Magnet (Japan)

Do the Creep (Bad Friends Trio)

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tchistorygal · 1 year

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Weekend Coffee Share and Arizona Dreams

Natalie’s Weekend Coffee Share and Photographing Public Art Challenge Weather Report Prescott Weather – sunny and gorgeous the last couple of days. This has been a great week. Sunny weather makes a difference. Thank goodness because we had a blogger meetup Thursday, and Janet spent the night, so I have lots of compelling photos. I hope to use them to meet the requirements of several…

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#Thursday Doors #Alwayswrite.blog #blogger meetup #Cee&039;s Midweek Madness Challenge #Marsha Ingrao #Natalie&039;s Weekend Coffee Share #Thursday Trios #W3 Weekly Poem Challenge

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photosbyjez · 3 months

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Swan Family -- Thursday Trios

Hi all 😃 My latest post for Mama Cormier’s Thursday Trios. I took these shots of two adult swans & their juvenile at Straiton Pond, just outside of Edinburgh. Swan family on Straiton pond I did a couple of watercolour transformations. In the first, I didn’t specify the number of swans or mention their ages; in the second, I told the AI that there were two adults and one juvenile swan.

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#Jez Braithwaite #Nature #Photo Challenge #Photos #Straiton Pond #Swans #Three #thursday trios

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mysteriouslywingedobject · 6 months

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Headcanon Thursdays

Todays Headcanon: Fabien flirts with Lily like Fred flirted with Hermoine.

"Looking good Evans"

"Shut it Prewett"

"Looking good Granger"

"Shut it Fred"

"I'm George"

"..."

"Only joking Moine!"

#headcanon thursdays #headcanons #headcanon #hermoine granger #fred weasley #lily evans #fabien prewett #marauders #marauders fandom #the marauders #harry potter marauders #golden trio era #fypage #tumblr fyp #fypシ #fyp

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arthistoryanimalia · 1 month

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#ThreeForThursday:

Votive Horses and Riders (three), 1966

Bhil tribe, India (Poshina, Sabarkantha district, Gujarat)

Terracotta

Philadelphia Museum of Art display

“Images of horses, usually with riders, are offered to local agricultural deities across India to protect villages and fields, as they have been for millennia. Large clay examples like those on view here are often placed in sacred groves of trees, especially by tribal (Indigenous) communities who have a special relationship with the forest and nature. Hundreds of such horses can collect in a grove, each eventually dissolving back into the earth from which it was made.”

#animals in art #20th century art #museum visit #horse #horses #Indian art #South Asian art #Asian art #1960s #terracotta #sculpture #votive #trio #Philadelphia Museum of Art #Three for Thursday

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esriteiatha · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Endeavour (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Fancy & Endeavour Morse & Shirley Trewlove, Endeavour Morse & Fred Thursday Characters: Endeavour Morse, Shirley Trewlove, George Fancy, Fred Thursday, Win Thursday Additional Tags: Team as Family, Team Bonding, On a Crime Scene Of Course, Where Else Would They Bond?, Chaos Trio In Action, Papa Bear Fred Thursday, Parental Fred Thursday, also, There is a baby Series: Part 2 of The Chaos Trio and Routine Inspections Summary:

This was not a routine inspection. This was a murder scene. He turned his gaze away from the body and he looked up at the ceiling. He will never live this down.

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Aka: The Chaos Trio is in action again, much to Fred's exasperation.

#itv endeavour #endeavour morse #shirley trewlove #george fancy #fred thursday #Chaos trio #fanfiction #ao3

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