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  1. Winnie the Pooh in the tub today! This big golden brings so much love with her to the groomroom! 💞🐾 Gotta love Goldens.. 🤗

    #golden #retriever #love #big #beauty #doglife #dogs #heal #dog #people #are #dope #dogsofmastodon #dogsofpixelfed #dogsofbluesky

  2. Freunde des gepflegten Battle-Raps sollten sich mal dieses Album anhören.
    Ich sags ja nur.
    #dope
  3. #Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This On is too Hot: Part 2

    #Mythpunk #Horror
    #Wss633 #Mastoprompt

    Clair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.

    “It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.

    “No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”

    “Then don’t touch them,” I said.

    “But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.

    I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.

    “This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”

    Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.

    “And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.

    I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.

    Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.

    She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”

    “Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.

    “Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.

    Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.

    Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.

    2/4

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe

  4. #Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 2

    #Mythpunk #Horror
    #Wss366 #Mastoprompt

    Clair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.

    “It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.

    “No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”

    “Then don’t touch them,” I said.

    “But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.

    I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.

    “This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”

    Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.

    “And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.

    I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.

    Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.

    She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”

    “Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.

    “Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.

    Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.

    Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.

    2/4

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe

  5. #Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 2

    #Mythpunk #Horror
    #Wss366 #Mastoprompt

    Clair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.

    “It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.

    “No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”

    “Then don’t touch them,” I said.

    “But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.

    I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.

    “This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”

    Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.

    “And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.

    I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.

    Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.

    She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”

    “Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.

    “Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.

    Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.

    Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.

    2/4

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe

  6. #Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 2

    #Mythpunk #Horror
    #Wss366 #Mastoprompt

    Clair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.

    “It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.

    “No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”

    “Then don’t touch them,” I said.

    “But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.

    I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.

    “This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”

    Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.

    “And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.

    I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.

    Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.

    She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”

    “Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.

    “Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.

    Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.

    Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.

    2/4

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe

  7. #Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This On is too Hot: Part 2

    #Mythpunk #Horror
    #Wss633 #Mastoprompt

    Clair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.

    “It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.

    “No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”

    “Then don’t touch them,” I said.

    “But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.

    I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.

    “This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”

    Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.

    “And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.

    I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.

    Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.

    She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”

    “Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.

    “Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.

    Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.

    Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.

    2/4

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe

  8. Grâce à l’A321 XLR, Air Canada dope son offre depuis l’aéroport Toulouse-Blagnac

    « Air Canada sera la première compagnie aérienne à exploiter l’A321 XLR à l’année en France  », annonce Christophe Hennebelle,…
    #Toulouse #FR #France #Actu #News #Europe #EU #2025 #actu #Actualités #air #Canada #dope #europe #grâce #l'A321 #Occitanie #Républiquefrançaise #son #toulouse #Transports #XLR
    europesays.com/fr/467519/

  9. « C’est surprenant » : à Rennes, ce distributeur dopé à l’IA choisit votre boisson en

    Nous avons besoin de vos cookies pour vous offrir la meilleure expérience de lecture possible et vous proposer…
    #Rennes #FR #France #Actu #News #Europe #EU #actu #Actualités #Boisson #bretagne #choisit #distributeur #dope #étudiant #europe #ia #redon #Républiquefrançaise #surprenant
    europesays.com/fr/438133/

  10. Boiling The Ocean 7 is happening THIS WEEKEND 😎🌊🎉

    We have an all-star list of special guests from out of town, and a packed agenda. If you want to help build the future of image-based OSes, mainline Linux phones, local-first, and more then ~~get your tickets now~~ add yourself to the pad: pad.gnome.org/1EIXiLe8Ri2St_ay

    Like last time, we also have some lightning talk slots, and on Saturday night there's live music by the one and only @jimmac! The hype is real 🔥

    #gnome #linux #berlin #systemd #dope

  11. wacoca.com/media/436099/ 『DOPE』髙橋海人と中村倫也は最高のバディだ 運命を変えた才木の決意とジウへの答え – Real Sound|リアルサウンド #DOPE 麻薬取締部特捜課 #television #tv #TVPrograms #テレビ #テレビ番組 #三浦誠己 #中村倫也 #久間田琳加 #井浦新 #川崎龍也 #新木優子 #真飛聖 #豊田裕大 #髙橋海人