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milennial-drafts · 8 months ago
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Estaré allí, estaré allí en medida que me dejes estar.
Ilustración por @snakes.n.roses
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thedawgsblog · 4 months ago
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THE 9100 YR OLD MAN AND DECENDANTS
THE 9100 YR OLD MAN AND DECENDANTS
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letsisocertification · 2 years ago
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AS 9100 Certification in Malaysia
AS 9100 Certification is for the organization that design, establish, or distribute aviation, space, and defense products and services including parts and components.AS 9100 certification in malaysia supports suppliers and manufacturers to provide safety, reliability and regulatory compliance of the product.
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gmrtn · 10 months ago
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this was back in 2008 when prw-1500 was released: my old watch gw-9100 and new watch prw-1500 :)
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clouds1thru9 · 7 months ago
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eaunor · a year ago
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Sort of a new scrape thang
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nyanzaya · 11 months ago
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Title: Celebration Rating: G Length: 9,099 Additional tags: neko!izaya, Inuwan!Shizuo Idiots in Love, College AU, alt!Shizaya, rp to fic adaptation Summary:
There was nothing weird about wanting to celebrate a co-worker's, classmates and roommates birthday. Honestly, there wasn't exactly anything special with how Iza and Shizuwan would interact with each other. Didn't everyone go to the park and look at anything but the moon together? Go to a restaurant and feed each other only to make plans to come back together for lunch? And at the end of the day end up walking around the city together?
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something-tofightfor · a year ago
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He’s Not Here: Part 22 (excerpt)
In August, there was a pounding on your door one evening, after you got home from work. You’d already changed, and were relaxing on your couch, Netflix playing in the background. Who the hell? You opened the door, surprised to see Curtis standing at your doorstep, his hand still raised like he was going to knock again. “Curt? Is -” He shook his head, pushing past you and into your apartment, which wasn’t like him at all. “Curtis, what’s -” 
“Frank’s awake.” You gasped, following the man deeper into your apartment and stepping into your kitchen to grab two beers, popping the caps off of the bottles. “He’s... thanks.” Curtis took a bottle from you, settling down onto the couch and you sat across from him in your armchair, leaning forward. “I went to see Billy first, to tell him, and then I came to you because Frank’s… he’s got no one else.” You had tried not to think of Billy, not wanting your most recent memory of him to be with his arm around another woman, and instead were reminded of the way he’d been with you at the church, his hand holding yours tightly, eyes full of emotion. 
 “Is he… does he know? Wh-” Curtis laughed, but the sound wasn’t humorous, and your heart immediately dropped. 
 “Yeah, he knows.” Curtis took a long drink of beer, meeting your eyes. “I only know that he’s awake because he came to see me.” What? 
 “He’s out of the -”
 “Not supposed to be.” Curtis ran his free hand over the top of his head, shaking it back and forth. “He ah, he woke up, I guess, a few days ago, and when he remembered? He went nuts. Broke himself out of the…” Curtis shook his head. “He’s weak, but Frank’s never... He’s never let that stop him before, he... “ Curtis met your eyes. “He’s gonna go after ‘em, after ‘em all, and he doesn’t care what happens to him.” You leaned back, your hand over your mouth. After them? Does that mean… “He needs a couple days, just to get his bearings, and then… I don’t blame him, you know? If that was my family? I’d be…” Curtis trailed off. “He came to me because he trusts me, and I’m tellin’ you because I didn’t want you to…” Curtis looked down. “I don’t know what happened between you and Billy. It’s none of my business, but he’s different now. I see him once a month when he drops off a donation check for my group, but he… he won’t talk to me anymore.” Curtis swallowed the last of his beer. “He can’t help Frank, not publicly, and I don’t even think Frank would think to go to him, I don’t even think he knows Billy’s still in town, but… shit.” Curtis stood. “Don’t be surprised if Frank Castle shows up at your door’s all I’m sayin’.” 
 “Thanks, Curtis, I…” You stood too, reaching out to touch his arm. “You didn’t have to tell me, so I …”
“I knew Billy wouldn’t.” Curtis smiled sadly. “And seein’ someone you think is a ghost? That shit’s never fun.” He left soon after that, leaving his bottle on the counter and squeezing your shoulder before he stepped back into the hallway. Frank’s… he’s… You wanted to call Billy, wanted to talk to him, wanted to know what to do next, but couldn’t, the image of the redhead flashing before your eyes along the way his hand had looked against the black material that was stretched over her back. He used to… You refused to be that woman - the one that didn’t get the hint, the one that wouldn’t let things go, and so you didn’t call Billy, instead looking around every corner for Frank’s face, keeping your ears trained to the hallway of your apartment building for his heavy footsteps. But Frank didn’t show up at your door - and then, one morning, you saw him on the front cover of just about every newspaper in New York City … and they were calling him The Punisher.
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milennial-drafts · 7 months ago
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Te espere por tanto tiempo que ahora no quiero despegarme de ti. Te extrañé por tantas noches, me imagine tu ojos mientras miraba atardeceres y me acostaba pensando que me abrazarías hasta quedarnos dormidos. Te extrañe tanto, te extrañe como si fueras parte de mi.
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clouds1thru9 · 8 months ago
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milennial-drafts · 5 months ago
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Quiero escribir mi historia de amor más bonita, contigo.
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