These are vintage Sanrio wind-up toys (the winding mechanism is in the base) of the dog PomPomPurin with his hamster-best-friend Muffin & another one with CorocoroKuririn and their friend Cherri (both hamsters). Each small toy has a chain meant to attach it to a backpack. When would up, the hamsters (and dog) go on a spinning teacup amusement park ride. The images here were from an ebay listing that is now closed.
girls when the doc says its gonna take 3 years or so before the boobs grow in they ain't kidding. you're gonna spend 3 years going "damn... its been 3 years where are the boobs doc" and they're j gonna go "oh, well, yknow..." and flip the switch under their desk that turns on the boob growth or whatever and within a year you will have boobs. trust.
in another universe either peglar or bridgens overhears poor irving’s Christian Pleasures Monologue and the two of them pull him aside later and sit him down somewhere private for an incredibly long conversation that culminates in irving going back to his berth and crying himself to sleep but then he keeps seeking them out to chat and just spend time with….and they do watercolors together or something. singing with friends,,
Hummed, muffled words echoed through the Negotiator’s halls, around corners, behind doors. Every clone, every natborn was on edge, hunted look around their eyes and shoulders. The lights seemed to flicker childhood-bright but to the instruments everything was as it should be.
The campaign had ended so abruptly. A shadow falling over the battlefield like a sun eclipse, Cody’s General… dissolved. For no reason he could discern. Just the perception of Obi-Wan suddenly wavering, literally going up in smoke, and rushing to the sentient enemy commander with a rolling mass of dead groans and screams.
White as a sheet, cowering behind a tank where the smoke left them, the enemy General had begged Cody to accept their capitulation.
Obi-Wan had gone back to his duties, face placid and unassuming. Like nothing of notice had even happened. Cody shivered.
It was the silenced air that had goosebumps break out on Cody’s arms. A forced absence of sounds concentrated in Obi-Wan’s quarters. It let Cody hear the things it wanted him aware of only. Suggestions to his senses he should heed. The steady drip of thick liquid. The blue night-sky-glowing where Obi-Wan’s eyes were supposed to be calm, stormy in color. Not…this.
“General?” Cody asked quietly, eyes adjusting to the dark room. “Obi-Wan? Are you alright?”
“I’ve never felt better, my dear.”
“Are you—“ The lights turned on with a too-loud click and buzz, too bright and Kamino-white. Cody squeezed his eyes shut just to escape.
After a moment he opened them again, blinked against the information his head was picking up automatically. Suppressed the swallow at seeing dark things drip from Obi-Wan’s fingers, onto the table, the floor, his lips. “Are you sure?” Because this seemed anything but okay.
“I am what I’m supposed to be,” Obi-Wan said, almost singing the words, voice melodious and a terror pin pricking Cody’s neck.