#what in the 2nd gen

[starcatching]

(G)I-DLE - Super Lady (2024)

[pocketgalaxies]

C3E35: chetney's new nickname for imogen

[front-facing-pokemon]

[stillgotme]

let me listen to your h e a r t b e a t

[ultrakdramamama]

#1 SHINee!

keep it up Shawols!

[flashfuture]

fr though Bart kinda lucked out with Impulse. Cause they can try and make him be Kid Flash or the Flash. But he'll Always have a title to fall back on that's entirely unique to him. Not many 2nd 3rd or 4th gen heroes can claim that

[callme-adam-iguess]

MORE MAGIC FEVER

Infection Stage 1 (for now. I have made stage 2 but still)

Just a normal healthy pony, nothing unnormal about them Now;

STAGE 1

For ppl who can't read my hand writing + extra commentary:

Patient starts drooling, normal saliva color. (If saliva has color I mean???)

Possible pain in: Horn, Cutie Mark, Wings AND/OR hooves

Other symptoms look like a cold/fever.

NOW...

[27-roses]

Something I love is when idols get to have cameos of their careers, talents, or other characters in their work. One of my favorite examples is how ‘Heartbeat’ by 2PM, is referenced in dramas which star members of the group. It’s such an iconic song and is such a popular 2nd gen one that everyone knows (or definitely should).

Ok Taecyeon of 2PM as Jang Han-seok/Jang Joon-woo in the drama, ‘Vincenzo’ (2021)

Also in ‘Vincenzo’ we see two other members of 2PM, Nickhyun and Chansung cameo, as well, as two characters in a drama that Joon-woo watches.

In the drama ‘What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim?’ (2018), Hwang Chan-sung of 2PM played the character Go Gwi-nam, who gave a hilarious homage to his group and their hit song ‘Heartbeat’ by singing in front of his coworkers in an embarrassing but ever so entertaining scene.

That’s about it! If you know of any more references let me know!

[futurefreedomau]

Who’s the father of Roxy Rose? 🌹

Amy Rose's Husband

[arabellaseraphim]

Time to forget about Pokemon Presents for the rest of today (until 9 pm in my place) so it can come faster

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

i'm intrigued about how old/young the kpop community is on tumblr so....

bonus if u tag which groups/artists/songs were the ones that got u into it lol!

[alelelesimz]

my very well loved tamagotchi that i’ve had since 2005 :) i’ve moved so many times in my life and somehow this guy is still with me! it still works too, it just doesn’t have battery

[akkivee]

i’ve been feeling this recently lmao

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

so just pour a drink

oc-tober day one: tea (morinel, ft celebrimbor) look, i’m being nice to morinel & celebrimbor for. literally once in their lives💙

Caras Gelebren positively sparkles in the late afternoon of summer, and the tall marble towers are garlanded with flowers, and Morinel sighs contentedly, dismounting from Mithrad's back.

Summers in Eregion are always her favorite – partly because she cannot stand the humid air the shores of Lindon always seem to suffocate her with once the weather begins to warm and partly because she is, in some small part, glad to be in a place where whispers don't follow everywhere she goes -- though, to the Lindondrim's credit, those whispers have gotten very quiet in recent years.

When she finds a place in the stables for her beloved Mithrad (who eyes her with distaste as she leaves), she stretches and readjusts her pack. It’s not too full, among a spare change of clothes, it only contains her rations and her runekeeping supplies, and a handful of other trinkets as she heads to the room she's been staying in every summer since this arrangement began.

By the time she’s done washing and changing out of her traveling clothes into ones she left here last summer, the sun is starting to set and cast the city in the deep purple from the shadows of the mountains. She's tired -- she needs caffeine more than anything, right now, but it wouldn't be right to do anything without greeting her cousin and host first.

By the time Morinel makes it to the top of the stairs that lead to Celebrimbor’s study, her legs ache. At least in Lindon, Gil-galad and Elrond didn’t choose studies that were at the very top of the tallest tower in the city.

It’s easier to get to the roof! I get my best thinking done there, you know. Celebrimbor’s words echo in her head and she rolls her eyes affectionately at the memory.

Finally, she knocks at the open door frame of Celebrimbor’s study, and before Morinel knows it, Ungoleg darts out of the study, purring madly as she wraps herself around her legs. Celebrimbor doesn't look up, engrossed in a project at the work table in the corner of the room.

She sighs, glancing at the mess of shelves behind her cousin's main desk that looks more like a dovecote for paper birds than cubbies or shelves, filled with letters, documents, scrolls and books and sketches and schematics, and stranger items still: gems, jars of illegibly labeled substances, and even a set of robes.

It might be her imagination, but it seems ever so slightly neater than it was last summer.

She clears her throat and Celebrimbor looks up and she stifles a laugh -- there is a very large smudge of ink on his face, under his eye. He grins at her, waving her over to look at the new design schematics spread over his worktable. She listens to him as long as she is able, though, like always, he talks quick, and she can barely keep up when fully awake, let alone now.

Morinel sways a little, stumbling into the corner of the table, and his eyes soften, and asks if she would like to join him in the Dining Hall for some tea. She nods eagerly, and off they set.

The Mírdain, as always, is alive with activity. Those working toward a place among the Masters bustle past, on errands or between lectures, the apprentices distinguished by their white sashes and the journeymen by black. Little knots of people in conversation sat in low, square tables in the Dining Hall, drinking cups of holly tea, warmed by burning braziers as the two of them find a table of their own, with piping hot tea in cups and a bowl of candied citrus peels to sweeten the bitter holly tea. The Sun slowly dips behind the horizon, washing the hills with golds and reds and orange.

They discuss anything and everything: Celebrimbor excitedly tells her about Celebrian's most recent visit to Caras Gelebren and her rapidly growing skill in jewelcraft, and Morinel tells him in turn about the daily goings on in Lindon, and the new additions to the court's library.

When Celebrimbor notices that the table fire is slowly dying, he reaches into one of his sleeves and pulls out a packet of powder. She barely has time to process what it might be before he tosses it into the brazier. Flames leap up around the teapot in long tongues of blue and white. Morinel jerks back, nearly sloshing her holly tea down her tunic, swearing loudly.

Celebrimbor laughs and she shoots him a glare over the rim of her cup. 

“You’re terrible,” she says, scowling.  She takes a sip of her tea – it is still slightly too bitter, and she reaches for the candied orange peel to drop it into her tea. She sips it again – much better.

The fact it happened to have been the last orange peel in the bowl, leaving only lemon peels and lime peels, and caused the less-than-serious affront on her cousin's face is an added bonus.

"Hey!"

She sips from her tea again, pretending not to hear. The orange definitely helped, and she can feel her headache caused by lack of caffeine slowly slipping away, like the fading ebb of the tides.

"To be betrayed by my own cousin," he complains dramatically, "In my own halls, after I graciously offered--"

She rolls her eyes when his words are loud enough to make those of the Jewelsmiths turn to look at them. "Will you stop that?"

His eyes twinkle, and she knows that he's going to ask for something. "Only if you bring some of Cirdan's honey-cakes with you next summer."

She finds she can live with such a request and nods her head very gravely, as if she was being asked for a—

(No, even centuries later, that joke is bad taste, and still leaves a sour taste in her mouth—)

As if being asked for the keys to Lindon, is probably a better joke.

“Very well,” she sips from her tea and shuts her eyes.

Morinel smiles.

This is going to be a good summer.

[itunes-store]

So I've been doing some searching for the iPoddities ipod archive and I've just found. this. thing. yeah I regret to inform you this exists

[babylion]