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soothifying-sounds-asmr

Abandoned by chrispetramelodies

(instrument: stylophone synth)

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ivorianangel

the extinct folktek omnichord

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Scarborough Faire by kayscreativecollection

oMg????????

did I ever upload the full photoset? here’s Grim van Gogh in all her glory

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godzillasflyingpizza

i just want to introduce everyone to this niche genre of postcards

you-had-me-at-e-flat-major

this is millennial culture

He’s so talented.

source

#definitely wearing something like this to the next big show #junebug #rb

followthebluebell

Roomba literally just sitting in a tub of water while Pepe holds down her towel.

barin-mclegg

You... called a cat Roomba?????

followthebluebell

Yeah my boss forgot that I'm banned from naming cats. Roomba is blind and beeps a lot so she just kinda moves along until she hits a wall. She also grooms any cat she bumps into.

cosplayparental

Op why are you banned from naming cats? Cuz naming that sweet little baby Roomba is fucking accurate af and hella cute

followthebluebell

I have been banned SEVERAL times.

1. i named a cat Potato.

i don’t see a reason to explain why i named him that.

2. i named my three-footed kitten Yardstick

3. i named this kitten Kickstand. His leg was permanently stuck in that position, like a bike’s kickstand. i mean, it was until it got amputated.

4. I named a kitten with many toes Terry Toetopolis. also featuring Kickstand again.

5. i called a kitten ‘bastard’ so many times that it was the only one he’d respond to. in my defense, he was 100% bastard.

6. a coworker and i had a game going to see how many kittens and cats we could name after harry potter characters before we were caught. (7. the answer is 7. ‘Hedwig’ is the name that got us caught)

i think that’s it, but i might be forgetting a few incidences.

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april

no records no passport no id no birth certificate. no birthname, no gender! the only thing i’m legally classified as is “a problem”

#junebug #johnny #rb

worldcircus

Kind of gives you chills .

kittygory-deactivated20210901

Good Lord, how delicious! I wanna do that! The next time I’m in a cathedral, I’m doing it.

youreyesblazeout

As she stood inside an ancient and empty church in Montefrío, Spain, Malinda Kathleen Reese belted out one of the best Christmas carols of all time-“O Come, O Come Emmanuel” and the end result was just heavenly.

derrieresandcankles

I’m obsessed with this because A. Victorian Christmas Carols B. European Cathedrals C. It’s gorgeous and fuckin choristers are my favorite

carlitos-guey

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tricksterheartofmine-blog

The scent of strawberries and champagne filled the room like a fine perfume, sweet and sensual. A bottle of Veuve Clicquot sat open on a small table beside a single glass, its cork removed to allow it to breathe. The small bowl of fruit next to it left no doubts as to where the delicious fragrance was coming from.

The room itself was large with a single, massive bed settled in the center. The sheets were silk, the pillows stuffed with goose feathers, and the mattress sinfully plush. Just sitting on the edge of it was tempting fate—once settled, tearing away became a true test of will-power. The sheets had been pulled back neatly, one corner folded to give a teasing peek at the bare mattress below; beckoning like a lover for its resident of the night.

Floor to ceiling windows lined the leftmost half of the room, the velvet curtains drawn back to give a view of the skyline below. Lights, so many lights. Bright and neon, some flashing and some steady. The light pollution blocked out the stars, but the twinkling of the city formed a galaxy of its own. A veritable milky-way, just below her feet.

Yes, there was nothing quite like a Hong Kong night in Fujiko’s mind. Restless and colorful, a sparkling gem just waiting for her to seize it. She was a firm believer that life was all about the little things—little things like an all expenses paid night in one of Hong Kong’s luxury hotels, all courtesy of a smitten mobster she’d been stringing along for god knew how long. She’d deliberated on cutting him loose, but every time she thought to sever ties he provided more, and Fujiko wasn’t in the business of denying herself such indulgencies.

Tonight was supposed to be perfect—a wonderful evening all to herself with her champagne and perhaps a trip down to the sauna. Whether she brought a guest back with her for the evening or not to test out the integrity of that wonderful bed had yet to be seen—and would remain that way, unfortunately, because the moment she’d opened her door to step foot outside she’d been met with a rather troublesome situation.

“—I’m telling you, this is my room!” She explained once more, exasperated. “I don’t know why or how they mixed it up, but there must be a mistake! Just go and ask the manager!”

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“We asked the manager,” said Junebug, who had not asked the manager, because the manager was in his office watching sappy TV dramas and refused to acknowledge the situation. “This is our room.”

She didn’t want to be in Hong Kong. It was busy and crowded, and traveling three airlines in a week was exhausting, and opening for Left Field Drop meant doing a lot of covers that she didn’t want to do.

She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, hair mint blue, wearing a worn leather jacket and a tired stare. Behind her was Johnny, whose look was accentuated by a sweater vest that might have been knitted by a raccoon, if a raccoon knew how to knit.

“Left Field Drop never has these issues,” he told Junebug.

Junebug glanced back. “Left Field Drop’s manager isn’t Sam.”

“Very true, ma’am.”

She turned again to the woman in front of her. “We’re going to need this room. I’m sure you understand.”

#tricksterheartofmine #junebug #johnny