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Brooke DiDonato (born in 1990),

Am I Doing This Right (2022)

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my pet cigarette

name: princess

species: girl cigarette

age: newborn

weakness: loghter

pets: Oh yes please ! But watch out,

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a bird i saw who saw me

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there’s something almost sexual about jacking off

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The Princess can only be awoken from her slumber by her true love, but countless Princes have failed to do so. When a poor townsman is successful, the royals try to dispose of the man and convince the Princess that one of the Princes is her true love.

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Haha oops :,)

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you remind me of that fallen tree that no one was around to hear

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It recently came up in conversation with my toddler that some birds can talk, and this has caused her great concern.

See, we were talking about how movies are pretend and how in real life, animals don’t talk. I mentioned that there are some birds who talk a little bit, but not like the animals in movies, and she just looked at me like “???”

So I informed her that some kinds of parrots can copy sounds that people make, and can learn how to say words. I thought this would give her a giggle, as fun new facts often do, but she was just deeply perplexed and a little worried about this.

“Birds can talk?” “Do they ask questions?” “What do they say?” Why do they talk?” “Do chickens talk?” “What about Blue Jays?” “Why do some birds talk?” “How do they talk?” “Birds TALK???”

We showed her a video of a parrot doing the “Hello, pretty bird, give a kiss” thing, and she was dead silent the whole time, hugging her comfort pillow with her knees to her chest. We asked if she wanted us to turn it off, and she shook her head. But we also asked if she wanted to see another one, and she shook her head even harder.

I don’t know why it has distressed her so greatly to learn that some birds can mimic human speech; but then again, I don’t know why it doesn’t distress the rest of us more to know that some birds can mimic human speech.

I keep thinking about that post that’s like “The first person to hear a parrot talk was probably Not Okay.” Because that’s exactly what happened. She had never been introduced to the concept, and her entire worldview got SHOOK.

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what sound i found? is it new, is it lightful blue or delightful for you?

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And a necklace for this pendant - stone, ceramics and driftwood. Currently cutting a couple of similar layered stones, will be carving more botanical motifs.

Available

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Rereading Network Effect and I'm really not okay with a detail I somehow totally missed the first time, which is that ART is still alive when MB and the survey crew come through the wormhole. I kind of assumed they deleted it right after it told them about murderbot because they didnt need it anymore, but its still alive during the confrontation with the ship. The presaux crew actually comment on the fact that the attacking ship's shots are going so wide it must be malfunctioning. But thats ART fucking with the targeting data. Like. Murderbot is /right there./ If ART could have kept it together for just a LITTLE while longer murderbot could have come on board and saved it. But even with its life on the line and its entire plan hinging on murderbot being captured it still cant allow the targets to hurt murderbot or its humans. And so they kill it. And like look I know ART is fine but also we get to see from System Collapse how the different versions of ART work and even if ART saved a copy of itself just a millisecond before TargetControlSys deleted it, it still experienced getting deleted. It didn't like hide itself in the recipe storage so it couldnt be found, there is a version of ART who still fully died. And not just because the targets had no more use for it, but because after it sat in orbit around Preservation for five days with a gun to its head at the last possible moment it tried to save murderbot anyways.

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it's a shame you can't Cool, Silent, and Mysterious your way to being very close to people. we are unfortunately going to have to embarrass ourselves for this

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Having haters doesn't make you special. Everyone's got haters. You forget to use your blinker in traffic just once, and the driver behind you is like "fuck that driver, I bet they never use the fucking blinkers ever, fucking dipshit", that's a hater. You're halfway to being born and your older sibling realises they're going to have to share all their shit, that's a hater. And if you don't have haters before you were born, you'll be in the hospital crying your first breath and someone else hears you in the hallway and thinks "oh fuck there's a fucking baby somewhere here." One minute old, did one thing, and already got one hater.

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New month, new doll to give away over on my Patreon!

This time we have a clown doctor, who stands just 14cm tall. I'm revisiting a more petite base here, he's sort of in-between my big dolls and my mini dolls 🤲

He can be won through a "name to win" contest with two name entries allowed per person. Come up with the most fitting name and take him home - open exclusively to all current and new $6 tier patrons.

(I ship internationally from Ireland, at no extra P&P cost to the winner)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66992527

Y'ALL THIS IS THE COOLEST FANFIC I'VE EVER SEEN.

It is a complete narrative about SecUnits on a Planetary Survey trying to communicate and keep their clients safe while dealing with the restrictions of their govmod.

IT IS ALSO A FULLY INTERACTIVE GAME OF MINESWEEPER.

The story is told BY PLAYING MINESWEEPER.

This fic is criminally underrated go look at it!!!

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Growing up, my brother and I deeply dreaded going shoe shopping. It took hours, especially if it was for winter boots. My dad would examine the stitching, the brand reliability, the temperature recommendations, every piece of information he could get his hands on, and then when he'd finally found the right brand, it was on to making absolutely dead sure they fit properly - he had a particular way of poking the toe of the boot to ensure our foot was where it was supposed to be that always drove me nuts. This was always on a weekend, and it was about the worst punishment we could imagine.

Years later, I found out that he'd spent his entire childhood on the Canadian prairies with cold feet. My grandmother just bought whatever boots looked like the best value, regardless of whether they'd keep anyone warm. They'd kept him from frostbite, probably, but never, ever comfortable.

The reason my grandmother never had a thought about this was because she was buying her kids real boots. There was a sort of magical quality about real, purpose-made boots that meant that of course they'd work, because when she was growing up on the Canadian prairies, they had the kind of no money that meant you just stuffed some newspaper into your shoes and soldiered on.

The last pair of winter boots my dad bought for me was 15 years ago, in preparation for a three-month stint living in northern Quebec in midwinter. They cost $200 then, or something like it. I've worn them every year since, driving out to the remotest locations on the Canadian prairies and never once thinking about my feet.

When I read the Vimes Boots Theory for the first time, it rang a bell that reverberated back three generations.