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frenchcurious · 13 days
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George Lane (britannique né vers 1904 ?) illustration représentant des scènes automobiles d'avant-guerre. - source Bonhams.
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nevereverywhere · 6 months
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The Beatles promotional projections for Now and Then in Liverpool
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illustratus · 10 days
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Windsor Castle from Datchet Lane on a rejoicing night, 1768
by Paul Sandby
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yrsonpurpose · 1 year
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DANIEL RICCIARDO & GEORGE RUSSELL Australian GP 2023
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rennebright · 4 months
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pixivリクエスト作品 by Maanu [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.
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jetslay · 2 months
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Lois & Clark actors on set.
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chernobog13 · 1 year
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A George Perez convention sketch of Superman and Lois as they first appeared 85 (!) years ago.
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glowing-gold · 3 months
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I finally got my @Alltogethernow_prints, an illustrative tribute to the bugs spearheaded by @stenopee & @annamaria.illustration on Instagram!
Below are some of my favorites! Apologies for the terrible lighting. Winter :/
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Full website here: (x)
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witekspicsbanknotes · 4 months
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Penny Land Bank - fancy notes with The Beatles. 5 pounds notes.
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carewyncromwell · 3 months
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Okay, I blame @maleliddell for making me think about this, but...this Lunar New Year marks the year of the Dragon, right? And the thought occurred to me that Charlie would be so disappointed if it turned out he was not born in the year of the Dragon, so I looked it up. And when I did, I found out something that just cracks me up.
Charlie was born in 1972...year of the Rat. As in Percy's-pet-Scabbers Rat.
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So yeah, definitely sad Charlie, knowing he wasn't born in year of the Dragon. But to rub some salt into the wound, you want to know which Weasley was born in the year of the Dragon?
PERCY.
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Yes. The least outdoorsy, hot-tempered, and wild of all of the Weasleys was born in 1976, a year associated with Charlie's favorite magical creature. Sorry, I just find that absolutely hysterical. 😂
(The other Weasleys' Chinese zodiac signs under the cut, just for kicks!)
Arthur ~ 1950 ~ Year of the Tiger
confident, brave, magnetic, idealistic, thrill-seeking, arrogant, selfish; symbolizes bravery
Molly ~ 1949 ~ Year of the Ox
diligent, gentle, hardworking, reliable, patient, materialistic, stubborn; symbolizes diligence
Bill ~ 1970 ~ Year of the Dog
helpful, honest, trustworthy, unselfish, pessimistic, anxious, timid; symbolizes protection
Charlie ~ 1972 ~ Year of the Rat
ambitious, charming, talkative, resourceful, private, frugal, critical; symbolizes wisdom
Percy ~ 1976 ~ Year of the Dragon
outspoken, energetic, generous, intelligent, perfectionistic, egocentric, impatient; symbolizes authority and good fortune
Fred and George ~ 1978 ~ Year of the Horse
amusing, enthusiastic, independent, persuasive, irresponsible, moody, opportunistic; symbolizes indomitable spirit
Ron ~ 1980 ~ Year of the Monkey
entertaining, intelligent, optimistic, sociable, fickle, secretive, unpredictable; symbolizes cunning
Ginny ~ 1981 ~ Year of the Rooster
adventurous, charitable, funny, loyal, argumentative, boastful, self-involved; symbolizes punctuality and fidelity
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arachnestwilight · 16 days
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Some King George V-class girls while I avoid my schoolwork. :V
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From Action Comics # 60, 1943.
Art by George Roussos
Spoiler alert, it was all a konked on the head dream.
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pennylaneabbyroad · 2 months
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tenderbittersweet · 5 months
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What Hollywood should do is have Jared Harris be in a show or movie in which is he the only character who doesn’t die a gory, gruesome death.
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curtvilescomic · 5 months
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Noel Neill and George Reeves Lois Lane and Superman
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okwritingandpain · 1 month
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Penny Lane's Getting Better (The Beatles x Reader)
Chapter 5: All My Loving
You hate school. You hate it a lot more than you expected you would. Now it wasn't because of your classes, but rather the absolute trash fire that John and Paul's relationship was.
They fought at every hour of every day and you couldn't avoid it. It didn't help that you had recently become John's girlfriend, which made you an easy target for Paul to vent his frustrations. You wanted to rip out his vocal chords, but decided not to as he was a good singer.
"..and then he just walked away!" Paul was blabbering about some sort of argument he had with John earlier that day. It was lunch time, but none of the other guys were around except for Paul. You silently play with your fork, pretending to listen to Paul's lengthy story. When did he become so annoying?
"Are you even listening to me?" Paul suddenly asks. You snap out of your daze and stare at him. He sighs, already knowing the answer. You rub your eyes, hoping Ringo or George would show up already.
"Where are the rest of the guys?" You finally ask Paul. He raises and eyebrow, chomping down on some salad he stole off some girls tray.
"Ringo is sick, remember? George and John dipped today," Paul explains. You groan at the fact you're stuck with Paul for the rest of the day.
"Are you serious? Why'd they dip?" You question, slamming your tray on the table next to him.
You both sat outside in the gray weather. The white lillies bloomed in bushes near the small outdoor area. Usually you and the guys ate lunch together under the nearby oak tree, but recently the group had become pretty divided.
"I heard that John got a solo gig at a local place and he invited George to play bass instead of me," Paul mutters. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette.
"I'm sure that's not true, Paul," you say with a frown. He shakes his head, muttering under his breath. The cigarette hangs from his mouth as he searches for his lighter.
"I wish you were right." He lights the cigarette and takes a long drag. You cough which makes him snort.
"So what now? Are you just going to follow me around all the time now?" You ask, almost jokingly.
"Pretty much," he replies instantly. You frown. Of course he was serious about it.
"I have a life outside of you and the boys, you know."
"I don't see you doing anything else besides hanging out with us,"
"At this point, I'd rather be on my own than with you guys,"
"Is it that bad?"
"It's worse," you say, poking around your food.
Paul sits on the table, looking down at you. He takes another drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke surround him like a darkening fog.
"You really like John, huh?" he asks, looking up into the distance where the school sits. The gray building is bustling with students heading in from lunch. Class must be starting soon.
"I do," you reply. You're not sure what Paul is getting at, but you can tell he's holding something in.
"I get that." His comment is confusing, but he doesn't look at you. He mutters something to himself and then shakes his head, standing up from the table. He extends his hand to take you back to the school. You roll your eyes and take his hand.
John hasn't walked you home from school in days. You feel a little disappointed, like he didn't want to be around you anymore. Of course, since he hasn't been around, Paul's been following you everywhere.
"If you could be any musical instrument, what would you be?" Paul asks, following behind you. You're passing the fire station which is where Paul throws his cigarette on the ground.
"That's a stupid question," you reply. You were growing tired of Paul, and you honestly wanted nothing more to do with John or the others. Ringo might be the only one who had a pass from her because he was sick.
"It's not stupid, it's a question," he says. He's humming some song that he was writing. The band hadn't met up in awhile though.
"I would want to be any instrument you can't play," you mutter. Paul hears this and smirks a little.
"Than you must be pretty obscure." He grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. His hand lets you go almost immediately as he points at a small bakery across the street. He gives you a quick smile before pulling you towards the bakery.
"Paul, I need to get home," you say, fighting his every move. He doesn't seem to care as you enter the shop. The smell of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, making your mouth water. You try to hide how much you love the smell, so Paul didn't notice.
He stares at rolls, croissants, donuts, and more. It's like a paradise of bread and sweets that you could devour within an instant. Except you didn't have money and you did actually need to get home.
"I'll take two croissants please," Paul tells the clerk.
"Paul, I don't need one--"
"Yes, you do," he cuts in. You roll your eyes, sifting through your pockets for some cash of any kind to give him. You know he would refuse it anyhow, but you couldn't help it. He hands the clerk some money and in return he gains croissants. He walks back over to you with a dorky smile, handing you one of them. You reluctantly take it from him.
"Thank you," you whisper, admiring the golden bread in your hand. He smiles at you, taking a big bite of his own. You can't help but notice the way he is staring at you.
Originally you may have thought he liked you, but this stare feels different. It feels more genuine, more friendly than it ever had been. He almost seems to be holding something back, but you can't quite place what that is. 
"Y/N," Paul whispers, staring at the floor. He looks like he's on the verge of tears. Her heart begins to swell with sadness, what happened between him and John? What happened...
"Paul--"
"There's my girlfriend," John walks into the bakery. He grabs her shoulders and leans in for a kiss. She reluctantly kisses him back. "Hanging out with Paul I see," he mutters. Paul looks up at his once best friend and quickly backs away.
"He was just walking me home since you've wanted nothing to do with me for the last few days!" you snap at him. He glares at you and steps away to the counter. He orders something for himself, while you recollect yourself.
"I'm sorry," Paul says.
"It's not your fault," you reply.
"It might actually be," he replies before John ushers you out of the bakery. You look back at Paul one more time before following John down the street towards your houses.
You both don't say anything, the air is tense and prickly. You want nothing more than to leave his side. You hadn't expected him to act so cruel after you started dating.
"I want to take you out tomorrow," he says. You frown, stopping your pace. He keeps walking but stops to look behind at you.
"I'm not going out with you until you tell me what's going on between you and Paul," you hissed. You were done with all this nonsense.
"What is there to say? Me and Paul aren't that close right now okay!?" he shouts back at you.
"Why?" you ask, quietly. He pauses unsure what to tell you, the truth or the partial truth.
"He likes you," he replies.
"Like you do?"
"Not exactly," John shakes his head, muttering to himself.
"Then what does he feel, John?" You urge. What could they possibly be beating around the bush so much? What was so important?
"I don't know if I can tell you, if I can trust you," John replies. He looks defeated as he collapses onto the street. He sits cross legged with his head in his hands.
"Trust me?" You say, kneeling beside him. You look into his eyes which look back at you with more love than you could imagine.
"It will come with time," he whispers back.
"Then you will go out with me another time," you reply back. Standing up, you walk back to your house without John. You can feel his eyes watching you leave.
"I'm sorry, John," you whisper to yourself before you walk into your house where your family is waiting.
"Where's John?" Your mother asks, but she sounds more urgent than usual.
"He's down the street, what's going on?" you ask, suddenly feeling your heart drop in your chest. Something happened. What happened? WHAT HAPPENED?
"Mimi found Paul a couple miles from here," she says, her hands shaking.
"What the hell's going on, mom?"
"He was trying to catch a train out of the city..."
You feel your heart return. You thought the worst had happened, but it looks like everything is alright.
"Thank god," you whisper.
"John was supposed to take him and the band to a city nearby, but I heard about the fighting...I guess Paul was going to talk to John," Your mother explains.
You glance at your father whose face is stoic, he rubs your sister's back trying to reassure her. She's crying into his side which makes you want to rush over and hug her.
Your mother still seems worried which you don't quite understand. Paul was okay, right?
Paul was okay.
"Honey, he got hit by a car."
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