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[adsilverfashion]

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[zoomar]

My, here is something nice for my collection

[rueclfer]

hi i jsut wanted to update you on my touya collection because when you told me that i should definitely get the giant black haired touya i was screaming about not being able to get,,, im gonna be honest with you i folded like 2 minutes after i sent that ask to you SKSKSJEKDMS contacted the seller so fast i was disappointed in myself

hes finally here!!! With 1 more plush and 3 more keychains 😔 (folded) but i think i’m done with it like i’m probably gonna stop now,, after like one more i think

i just saw my future and its BRIGHTT!!!!

also do you sleep with your window open <3

[swiftracer13]

My collection: 1989 Eras wallet

Here is the next piece of my 1989 (Taylor's Version). I especially love the cards with the different 1989 tour outfits and poses of Taylor. The cards came inside the wallet.

[rjalker]

Cully by Jack Egan

Amazing Stories January 1963.

1.5k. scifi horror space colonization and medical abuse

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Above him eighty feet of torpid, black water hung like a shroud of Death, and still he heard his ragged breathing. And something else. Cully concentrated on that sound, and the rhythmic pulsing of his heart. Somehow he had to retain a hold on his sanity … or his soul.

After an hour of careful breathing and exploring of body sensations, Cully realized he could move. He flexed an arm; a mote of gold sand sifted upward in the dark water. It had a pleasant color, in contrast with the ominous shades of the sea. In a few moments, he had struggled to a sitting position, delighting in the curtain of glittering metal grains whirling around him as he moved.

And the other sound. A humming in his mind; a distant burble of tiny voices of other minds. Words swirling in giddy patterns he couldn't understand.

Shortly thereafter, Cully discovered why he still lived, breathed: a suit. A yellow, plastic, water-tight suit, with an orange-on-black shield on the left breast pocket, and a clear bubble-helmet. He felt weight on his back and examined it: two air tanks and their regulator, a radio, and … the box.

Suit, tanks, regulator; radio, black water, box; sand, sea, stillness.

Cully considered his world. It was small; it was conceivable; it was incomplete.

Where is it?

"Where is what?" He knew he had a voice—a means of communication between others of his kind, using low-frequency heat waves caused by agitation of air molecules. Why couldn't he make it work?

Words. Thousands of them, at his beck and call. What were they? What did they mean? He shifted uncomfortably in the tight yellow suit, searching the near horizon for …

Where is it?

A vague calling came from beyond the black sea curtain. Objectively, because he could do nothing to stop them, he watched his feet pick up, move forward, put down; pick up, move forward, put down. Funny. He had the feeling, the concept, that this action held meaning. It was supposed to cause some reaction, accomplish an act. He wondered at the regular movement of his legs. One of them hurt. A hurt is a sensation of pain, caused by over-loading sensory-units in the body; a hurt is bad, because it indicates something is wrong.

Something certainly was wrong. Something stirred in Cully's mind. He stopped and sat down on the sandy sea bottom, gracefully, like a ballet dancer. He examined his foot. There was a tiny hole in the yellow plastic fabric, and a thin string of red-black was oozing out. Blood. He knew.

He was bleeding. He could do nothing about it. He got up and resumed walking.

Where is it?

Cully lifted his head in annoyance at the sharp thought.

"Go away," he said in a low, pleading voice. The sound made him feel better. He began muttering to himself.

"Water, black, s-sand, hurt. Pain. Radio tanks …"

It didn't sound right. After a few minutes, he was quiet. The manythoughts were calling him. He must go to the manythoughts.

If his foot was bleeding, then something had happened; if something had happened, then his foot was bleeding.

"No!"

If something had happened, then maybe other things had happened—before that. But how could something happen in a world of flat gold sand and flaccid sea? Surely there was something wrong. Wrong: the state of being not-right; something had happened that was not-right. Cully stared at the edges of the unmoving curtain before him.

Where is it?

It was a driving, promise-filled concept. No words; just the sense that something wonderful lay just beyond reach. But this voice was different from the manythoughts. It was directing his body; his mind was along for the ride.

The sameness of the sea and sand became unbearable. It was too-right, somehow. Cully felt anger, and kicked up eddies of dust. It changed the sameness a little. He kicked more up, until it swirled around him in a thick gold haze, blotting out the terrible emptiness of the sea.

He felt another weight at his side. He found a holster and gun. He recognized neither. Again he watched objectively as his hand pulled the black object out and handled it. His body was evidently familiar with it, though it was strange to his eyes. His finger slipped automatically into the trigger sheaf. His legs were still working under two drives: the manythoughts' urging, and something else, buried in him. A longing. Up-and-down, back-and-forth.

Where is it?

Anger, frustration flared in him. His hand shot out, gun at ready. He turned around slowly. Through the settling trail of suspended sand, nothing was visible.

Again he was moving. Something made his legs move. He walked on through the shrouds of Death until he felt a taut singing in his nerves. An irrational fear sprang out in him, cascading down his spine, and Cully shuddered. Ahead there was something. Two motives: get there because it (they?) calls; get there because you must.

Where is it?

The mind-voice was excited, demanding. Something was out there, besides the sameness. Cully walked on, trailing gold. The death-curtain parted …

An undulating garden of blue-and-gold streamers suddenly drifted toward him on an unfelt current. Cully was held, entranced. They flowed before him, their colors dazzling, hypnotic.

Come closer, Earthling, the manythoughts spoke inside his head, soothingly.

Here it is! Cully's mind shouted.

Cully's mind was held, hypnotized, but his body moved of its own volition.

He moved again. His mind and the manythoughts' spoke: fulfillment—almost. There was one action left that must be completed.

Cully's arms moved. They detached the small black box from his pack. He moved on into the midst of the weaving, gold-laced plants. Little spicules licked out from their flexing stalks and jabbed, unsensed, into Cully's body to draw nourishment. From the manythoughts came the sense of complete fulfillment.

From Cully's mind came further orders.

Lie down. It was a collective concept. Lie still. We are friends.

He could not understand. They were speaking words; words were beyond him. His head shook in despair. The voices were implanting an emotion of horror at what his hands were doing, but he had no control over his body. It was as if it were not his.

The black box was now lying in the sand among the streaming plants. Cully's fingers reached out and caressed a small panel. A soundless 'click' ran through the murkiness. The strangely beautiful, gold-laced blue plants began a writhing dance. Their spicules withdrew and jabbed, withdrew and jabbed. A rending, silent scream tore the quiet waters.

NO! they cried. It was a negative command, mixed in with the terrible screaming. Turn it off!

"Stop it, stop it!" Cully tried to say, but there were no words. He tried to cover his ears within the helmet, but the cries went on. Emotions roiled the water: pain, hurt, reproach. Cully sobbed. Something was wrong here; something was killing the plants—the beautiful blue things! The plants were withering, dying. He looked up at them, stupefied, not understanding, tears streaming down his face. What did they want from him? What had he done …

Where is it?

A different direction materialized; a new concept of desire.

Cully's body turned and crawled away from the wonderful, dying garden, oblivious to the pleadings floating, now weakly, in the torpid water. He scuffed up little motes of golden sand, leaving a low-lying scud along the bottom, back to the little black box in the garden. The plants, the box, all were forgotten by now. Cully crawled on, not knowing why. A rise appeared; surprise caught Cully unaware. A change in the sameness!

Where is it?

Again the voice was insistent. His desire was close ahead; he did not look back at the black churning on the sea bottom. His legs worked, his chest heaved, words swirled in his mind. He topped the rise.

Below him, in the center of a shallow golden bowl, floated a long, shiny cylinder. Even from here he knew it was huge. He knew other things about it: how heavy it was; how it was; that it carried others of his kind. He had been in it before. And they were waiting for him. He lurched on.

"Captain! Here comes Cully!" the midshipman shouted from the airlock. "Look what they've done to him!"

The old man's grey eyes took in the spectacle without visible emotion. He watched the pathetic, bleeding yellow plastic sack crawl up to the ship and look up. His hands reached down and lifted Cully up into the lock.

They took his suit off and stared with loathing at what had once been a man. A white scar zig-zagged across his forehead. The Captain bent close, in range of the dim blue eyes.

"It was a brave thing you did, Cully. The whole system will be grateful. Venus could never be colonized as long as those cannibals were there to eat men, and drive men mad." Cully fingered the scar on his forehead, and looked unseeing into the old man's compassionate eyes. "I'm sorry Cully. We all are. But there was no other way. Prefrontal lobotomy, destruction of your speech center … it was the only way you could get past the telepaths and destroy them. I'm sorry, Cully. The race of Man shall long honor your name."

Cully smiled at the old man, the words churning in his brain; but he did not understand.

Where is it?

The emptiness was still there.

[frayedcobweb]

It's only Haute Couture if it's from the Haute region of France. Otherwise it's just sparkling fashion.

Someone left a comment about the difference between couture and haute couture and I lost it so hopefully this post finds the right audience.

The difference between the two is one is a regulated term. Anyone can call themselves “couture”, all that typically (not always) means is that their pieces are hand-made and one-of-a-kind, though many brands just stick it at the end of their name to sound fancy. It’s a glorified marketing buzzword.

Haute couture, on the other hand, is determined by the Fédération de la Haute Couture et de la Mode (formerly the Chambre Syndicale de la Haute Couture), which is a part of the French Ministry of Industry. They have somewhere around 100 members last time I checked, and only these brands can present at Paris couture week, though they don’t have to have a live show.  These are some of the criteria for selection:

“To qualify as an official Haute Couture house, members must design made-to-order clothes for private clients, with more than one fitting, using an atelier (workshop) that employs at least fifteen fulltime staff. They must also have twenty fulltime technical workers in one of their workshops. Finally, Haute Couture houses must present a collection of no less than 50 original designs — both day and evening garments — to the public every season, in January and July.”

[icallhimjoey]

what is the facetime collction?

[cnladies]

ZHU XUDAN 祝绪丹 in Murmure Atelier Spring/Summer 2025 Collction | Love Game in Eastern Fantasy Drama Promo

Zhu Xudan: more photos here drama promo: more photos here

[dreamxsimx]

Release of Ts2 Legacy Collection

A few days ago EA rereleased the most iconic franchise of the sims (also ts1)

i think it's cool for those who have a hard time loading the game on their pc but.....PLEASE, to everyone who's going to buy it thinking it's a form of remaster, i want to warn you to do your research so you can avoid any type of dissapointment ^^.

And also PLEASE again, if you don't have any issue running it on your pc, you can do what you want but it's useless for you to buy it.

You can safely have it for free illegaly, the game is too old to add any huge malwares to your pc unless you went on a weird site.

So again unless you want to because you can't run ts2 on your pc, don't waste your time buying it especially where we're hearing complaint about legacy collction have multiple bugs.

[dailyjasontodd]

the fic was (as i remember) a collection but most centered on jason. the main theme is him making peace with bruce. there's one scene where he's on a mission with tim on a building and it collapses and jason is stuck on the ground and he gets a panic attack remembering the explosion when he died. there's also one in this collection where damian is with the titans and gets homesick and i think he talks with jason abt it?

oh this sounds SO familiar i even checked my friends' work because i was sure one of them wrote it but it didn't match, i do remember this fic which is part of a collction but the damian one doesn't sound like the one you're describing so it's not probably what you're looking for. anyone else can help?

[adsilverfashion]

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[4tlasb0und]

I don’t mean this in a rude way, but I need someone to make a “man-sized” ita bag

By that I mean, purses and cross body bags are cute n all, love all of em, but like, I’m not here to buy a bunch of em to display my collctions, I want a cross body letter man bag, back pack, brief case sized ita bag

Is it a hassle to carry? Sure, but there’s plenty of smaller more reasonable ita bags out there.

your boy here needs to be able to carry, laptop, sketchbook, pens, nintendo switch, 3ds, plushie(s), skincare, medkit, energy drink, over ear headphones, chunky wallet, and god(s) knows what else my anxiety makes me pack. All while having enough display room for my 37 pins, buttons, and variously sized keychains to be showcased safely, internally preferably so nothing gets damaged

Like where’s the ita bag for my big ass? I can carry it, trust

Also, more zippers, more pockets, more components please

[liliana-meadowpink]

I promise I’m still writing some fics it’s just that my brain wants to shove them all together in one coherent story but my energy level is like NO KEEP IT A COLLCTION OF RANDOM SCENES WITH NO CONTEXT

So here, have this?

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Lillie flopped face-down onto the display couch and sighed heavily. Tish looked up from the sketchbook she had been reviewing and watched Lillie with concern, but before she could ask, Lillie rolled over and sat up.

"I miss Jel."

Tiah put down the sketchbook and sat next to Lillie. "Don't you see him all the time?"

"Not as often as everyone thinks, and besides, it's only when we're in town. I miss him the most when I'm out in the wilderness of Bahari Bay, or when I'm at home and too busy to leave." Lillie scrubbed her face with her hands, the gesture of choice when she was frustrated beyond recognition. “I’m convinced that I had a partner back in ancient human times, because why else would I have such yearning and emptiness? But why can’t I remember who it was?”

“That sounds like a lot of trouble.”

“It is, especially since if I did, as far as I know, my partner isn’t here. So by courting Jel, am I being unfair to my partner? Or has it been long enough, and I’m single again?”

“You know I usually say that you should go with your gut, but this does seem like a different kind of problem. What if you asked to look up Majiri marriage bylaws?”

“What…. Oh. Yes, that might help. Thank you, Tish.”

[toomanythoughtsandstuff]

Hellooooo!! Introduction post!!

I made a fresh tumblr account, because I was a lurker for years (I know, I know, arrest me, criminal) and began to grow uncomfortable with that.

Anyway, tumblr ettiquette, whats that? But actually I don't know everything, so remind me kindly if I do things wrong. I've been in fandom spaces since I was a tiny little teenager, but tumblr always seemed a bit intimidating (I don't know HTML), but now I am here for more than just sims custom content.

So let's get started with the main part of this post, me! I am a talker when I'm comfortable, which you might be able to guess, so I am putting the main part under a cut off.

So: Name: Arlo Age: 19 (it feels like I've been 19 for ages, while 18 was about two months long) Pronouns: he/him or they/them Hobbies: too many, a selection of them here: Crochet, Knitting, Fiber Arts Any crafts I can get my hands on Reading, when I'm not currently chronically online I play marimbaphone, took a break, but now I am at it again, althought I am not very good Picking up new hobbies and discarding them after a week Coaching (I volunteer in childrens sports classes, with children 3 y/o and up, and I lead rhythmic gymnastics courses for kids and teens in secondary education at the school I used to be at) Love to practice some RG myself, but I sadly don't really have the space or functioning body for that Interests: equally too many, most of them fandoms, again a selection: BBC Merlin Percy Jackson Video Games Minecraft Hermitcraft and when I manage to find time: the life series, as well as some Solo Projects of some of the Hermits I watch Good Omens technically, but I have not interacted much with it, since the stuff about the author came out, still kind of on the fence if I will watch "season" 3, because so many people worked on that and it's not just his, but at the same time he was a co-creator In a similar vein: Dead Boy Detectives I'm a fan of fans and fandom as I like to say, meaning I am fascinated about not a singular fandom, although that would also be true, but instead I am fascinated how fandom evolves, fandom etiquette, fandom terms, everything in that vein. Fanlore is basically my favourite website. Somehow I am in the 9-1-1 fandom without ever having watched the show. I don't have any way to access it currently, and buying the whole show is a bit too expensive imo. But TikTok somehow managed to rope me into the show and considering I only ever saw clips, I know too much from fan edits and fanfiction. I have no idea if people think you should watch the source material to be in a fandom, so I say I am fandom-adjacent with 9-1-1. Other than that, I am a queer + trans man-adjacent person so queer rights are obviously important for me. I'm disabled, so once again disability rights are also important to me, generally I try my best to respect and support minorities and their rights. In terms of disabilities: my collction includes being autistic, ADHD, and most likely some physical undiagnosed disability, we suspect POTS, but go try and get my GP to listen to my symptoms, good luck. I have a long history with mental illness, starting at about 12 years old, but for probaly the first time in years I believe I might at some point be able to handle it and I am approaching 1.5 years hospital free.

I live in my beautiful little apartment, one house away from my parents, who help me financially, which I am very grateful for and want to repay them for one day. I would love to work in the film industry one day, most likely as an editor, which I imagine would be the most forgiving in terms of disabilities, but it will be hard due to said disabilities. For now I am still a student in general education from home.

I am german, so my english is not perfect, but I have a lot of english speaking friends. While we are at it, if Germans see this post AND have read this far: Go Vote, this is an important election, and please consider minorities and their safety when you use your vote! What will I post here: no idea, I just know that I like the way tumblr is structured, although intimidating, it seems like a relieve from other social media plattforms. I will try to learn a bit of HTML so I can make my blog look good, and there will be me being a nerd on here. Maybe I'll just update on my current hyperfixations and impulsive project starts.

This was a long one, I am a talker as mentioned in the beginning. If you want to be friends or silently repost post that you think are good/funny, I welcome every potential new friend. Also tell my anything you think is interesting!!

Goodbye for now

[elvensixpm]

BJD Rambling

Ordered my first BJD from Alice Collctions, a 1/4 from Huajing, after nearly six months of obsessively checking the website and doing my research. Crazy how I spent nearly every single day almost every hour (except for when I'm sleeping) checking the website, the reddit page, instagram tags, etc. Initially wanted to buy from MYou since I adored their Basil's head sculpt and was in love with their girl body, but maybe next time. I went to Radio Kaikan in Akihabara to see the Dietrich sculpt for myself because I was eyeing her, so gorgeous! Only found one owner pic on instagram of her in tan skin and she was so, so beautiful, but something threw me off about her eyes! The MYou girl body is gorgeous though, especially with the large bust. I really love the new 1/3 doll they came out with, Letina? Oh, so, so gorgeous! I am in love with her, I wish she was in the 1/4th scale though, she would be a perfect second doll! Just something about her draws me in, but I don't think 1/3 scale is right with me, too big. I saw a 1/3 Gem of Doll on display, and was blown away by how insanely detailed they are, especially their clothing, they were! The girls even had long nails! Always adored Gem's designs, just wished they had more skin tone options, but I understand why some companies have only limited options. My next goal is to save up enough money for a second BJD, a partner for my first because I think life would be lonely for him and I'd like him some company. I can't wait! [PS: If anyone knows any dolls like Letina in the 1/4th scale, let me know! Thank you!]

[mako-neexu]

mentally eel collction