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I'll Do It My Damn Self, 1920s
#vintage photo#vintage photography#antique photo#antique photography#1920s#1920s car#tire change#woman power#she can do it#in the past#way back when#a long time ago
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on twitter @vers_150516 has a video of Seb and Max as a young winner. can you please post it. thanks.
Hi anon, I can’t find it, but I did find some other things and made a little clip of it. Hope you like it 😄😇
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Here’s some pics of a few of the anthologies I took for @girlymatsu and the gang in da server
#I’ll probably actually scan them soon but there used to be scans with translations#way back when#roros scans
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I used to be tinyyyyyy
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I actually don't like this ship but I'm obliged to ask if we're talking about horrific couples:
Buster Moon x Jimmy Crystal
Emphasis on the Fucked Up part of Fucked Up Bingo.
I actually am lowkey a fan of CrystalMoon, just because it's a hotspot for angst and projecting trauma onto.
If they weren't super awful for each other, they would actually be a kinda nice pairing. Wolves howl at moons, and the concept of them both bonding over being workaholic dads is kinda a cute prospect.
There is so much going on here that could be played with, but they're just horrible, considering Crystal almost killed Moon twice and got his franchise ruined by him, so yeah.
Here's a song I associate with the ship!!!: Howl - Family Crest [ x ]
#way back when#when i first started hyperfixating on sing like more than a year ago#i actually was writing a ventfic where crystal came back after prison to try to make it back up to moon and then they fell in love#and like the moon crew hated the idea and also they were incredibly toxic for each other#and buster would still get ptsd attacks when they were together but would still push through#like hugging a cactus#and then jimmy crystal was an emotional wreck because he constantly blamed himself for everything happening to moon#whether it actually was his fault or not#yada yada yada lots of moon symbolism and stuff#yeah#crystal moon#jimmy crystal#buster moon#sing 2#sing 2021#mysing
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people who learned about the Zapatistas from Rage Against the Machine vs people who learned about the Sandinistas from The Clash
#as embarrassing as it may be to admit#i learned about the FSLN from mgs peace walker..#way back when
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I can't believe I forgot red dwarf did mpreg in 1988
#im rewatching cause it has been blowing my mind people i follow have been talking about red dwarf#i genuinely thought i would never meet another person who watched it#besides that one single guy at my high school who absolutely hated it lmfao#way back when
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Me in my dad's company pamphlet circa-early to mid-90s
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Remember the fishing village? Weymouth harbour
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Sleepy Christmas, 1960s
#vintage photo#vintage photography#1960s#vintage christmas#1960s aesthetic#christmas day#way back when#in the past#a long time ago#retro
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Duckie
(( A quick return to my Pauline/Felix ship for this one! Pauline wants to do something different on one of their dates, and takes the handyman out of his comfort zone! ))
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“Hurry up, slowpoke!” Pauline threw a smile over her shoulder.
“S-sorry,” Felix accepted her outstretched hand. “Are you sure you don’t want to go somewhere nice for some dinner…or dancing?”
“Don’t be silly!” the brunette giggled. “I do those things all the time. This will be much more fun!”
The handyman wished he could share his date’s enthusiasm. He gulped when they stepped into the clearing around Niceland’s one and only lake. Ducks dotted the bright blue water, a group of them wading towards the nearest shore when Pauline approached with a bag of feed.
She tossed a few kernels before realizing the handyman was no longer by her side. Her long wavy locks cascaded over her shoulder as she turned her head. Felix stood a couple of yards back, giving her a little wave.
“Junior,” she crooned. “What are you doing back there?”
“Just…taking in the view,” he swallowed.
With a wily smile, she adjusted the way she knelt on the grass. With a flick of her hair, she turned back with a more sultry look.
“Is it nice?” she asked. The handyman let out a nervous chuckle, shying away from her gaze.
“Yes…” he said, his cheeks turning a perfect shade of pink.
“Why don’t you come over here then? Get yourself a closer look.”
Felix swallowed, legs feeling like jelly as he forced himself towards the small flock gathering near his lady. Sitting on his knees, he couldn’t help reaching for the bell of his hammer, his thumb twitching over its gilded surface.
Pauline placed some kernels in his free hand and lowered it towards the grass. Felix bristled a bit when a duck came to peck, but the way Pauline smiled put him at ease. And soon, he was smiling too.
Once his hand was emptied, Pauline tipped the satchel of kernels to refill it. A small gasp escaped her when the lip of the bag fell from her fingers, the entirety of its contents emptying in their laps.
All at once the ducks descended upon them, wings flapping and beaks pecking as they scrambled for their food. The pair yelped, standing up. Pauline managed to step away from the chaos, but for whatever reason, a few continued to pursue Felix as he backed out.
“No! Nnno!” he shouted, using his hat to fend them off. When they weren’t properly deterred, all the handyman could think to do was run.
Sprinting into the treeline, he ran, and ran, up until he was leaning against the brick of the apartment building gasping for air.
“Felix!” he looked up to see Pauline emerge from the woods, carrying her heels as she rushed over.
“You left me!” she gave the handyman a little shove. “You jerk!”
The way she laughed as she caught her breath told him she wasn’t actually angry, still, Felix was remorseful.
“I-I’m sorry!” he placed his hands on her shoulders, looking her up and down. He plucked some feathers from her hair. “Are you alright?”
“Yes!” Pauline chuckled, dropping her shoes to wrap her arms around his neck. “Are you?”
“I think my life flashed before my eyes,” he only half joked.
“Aww, my poor little Duckie…” she peppered his face with kisses. Oh lands, a new nickname.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” The handyman sighed.
“Nope,” Pauline smiled, pressing her red lips to his.
#wreck it ralph#fix it felix#Pauline#Paulix#crafty writes#little moments#litwak's arcade#From this point on she calls him by Duck or Duckie all the time#way back when
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*at the beginning of st2*
dustin: hey max, listen um, i was wondering.. did you have a date to-
steve, *interrupting them, shaking his hat over max’s head*: sup california! how you likin the rain girl
#yes this is a#twilight reference#i sincerely hope you recognized that#incorrect stranger things quotes#stranger things#steve harrington#max mayfield#dustin henderson#way back when#dustin had a crush on max in s2#i thought it was fitting#HELP DOES THAT MAKE LUCAS EDWARD#lucas sinclair#lumax
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#CloudGrab captures looking out Canterbury and Elham, Kent - 06-07.06.18 ⛅️ (5 takes) 💎
#cloudgrab#landscape#sky#clouds#original photography#countryside#sleepingwell’s photos#skygrab#sunset#cloudcore#way back when
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@cinghialefedele: I find myself wondering how many pillows, blankets, and other articles of clothing you've torn on the teeth of your mask, Ggio...
Not that hard to assume he would. It wasn't that far off from reality, after all. It's the point of bringing it to light that really bothered him, as Ggio's eye twitched in clear uneasiness. Even wincing some, hating to admit that... Whether he liked it or not, he was his own sheets' worst enemy at times.
"...Less than you'd think," He laid out, first off, to establish his extra care for his belongings; however. "...more than I'd like." An almost defeated tone of voice as he sighed with the answer. "To be fair, I'll have you know my clothes at least, never ripped because of my mask remains. Don't take me for an impotent dumbass, please."
"I actually take very close care of my bedroom. I'd advise you to do the same." Okay fine, he did get defensive over it.
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I’m in a weird place where I moved a lot of my personal ‘blogging’ to Twitter and did it on the same acct as my art (unlike here)’ but now im like. Semi opposed to posting any more of my art on twt(im not going to bother purging stuff, but still..) but also I was doing most of my Interacting with people stuff over there too.
It’s nice that after a decade they finally decided to let me reply as my side blog when talking to ppl on the art blog tho. So that makes it easier
#I don’t remember. if I had a personal post tag#way back when#I tagged much more neatly and consistently#let’s go with#livposting
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