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jcplana · 7 months
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Imaginen … el principio de Planímedes. CXXX.
Principio de Planímedes, año XI. Todo franquista sumergido en democracia experimenta una frustración plana y a la derecha directamente proporcional a la satisfacción de todo demócrata conocedor de su escozor. Eureka.
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rabidgeneralgrevious · 4 months
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i did the meme but i forgot that it was just “two blorbos” and not new/old blorbos
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applecat8 · 5 months
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Janky drawings
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beforevenice · 1 year
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I was with them and yet i was alone.
// Albert Camus
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slvtforyeo · 2 months
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Masterlist
𔘓 [ ateez ]
drabbles !
HJ
Hey, Emo Boy!
dating hongjoong shenanigans
SH
YH
YS
SN
MG
fixonmydick
WY
JH
late night horniness
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imagines !
HJ
SH
YH
It's nice to have a friend
YS
It's raining... snowballs?
SN
MG
WY
JH
author's note: do not repost any of my works. reblogging and liking my posts will be very much appreciated. feel free to also follow me !
© slvtforyeo, 2024
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piedoesnotequalpi · 1 year
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Happy Valentine’s day y’all! Comic sans valentine season is one of my favorite seasons
Thanks to @races-stupid-cigar for suggesting a bunch of these lines
@graciecreates I saw your suggestion and uh...turned it into the opposite of a pickup line
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sherliam-hualian · 1 month
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Final results
So, I went and used my imagination and got 2 Sherliam stories and 1 Hualian 'cuz why not. The only thing I need to do is pick the best one of these three, so again, I ask for your help. Oh right, on a side note, Sherlock's name was changed to Samuel, and Xie Lian and Hua Cheng were changed to Xinquan and San Lang respectively.
Story One
Once upon a time, two souls met their fateful end. William and Samuel, they were called—or so the legends say. Some say they leapt from the bridge's edge, their bodies swallowed by the dark embrace of the river below. Others claim they got pushed into the Thames, around the time of 1885.
But it's not the manner of their death that sends shivers down the spine. It's what they do in the hours of the night. They say William's spirit, restless and vengeful, seeks out the bodies of evil men, who use their power for a bad cause, killing, for example. Some say they've seen him, drifting through the halls of large estates, his eyes burning red as he whispers curses to those who dare to cross his path.
And Samuel, they say, walks the streets with purposeful intent, his ghostly presence a silent guardian for those walking down the streets of London. They say he appears when least expected, his ghostly form a reminder that even in death, love has no bounds.
So beware, of the bridge that spans the Thames and the shadows that lurk in the corners of the night. For you never know when you might catch a glimpse of William and Samuel, the restless ghosts who haunt the hearts of men with a vengeance born of their love.
Story Two
It was a moonless night in 1885 when William and Samuel, as the old tales tell, stood upon London Bridge, their hearts heavy with the weight of untold secrets. Some say they were star-crossed lovers, torn apart by the cruel whims of society, while others whisper of a bond forged in the fires of rivalry and hatred.
They say William and Samuel made a silent pact, a final act of defiance against a place that had failed to understand them. Hand in hand, they stepped off the edge of the bridge, their bodies plunging into the Thames below. William’s brother, Albert, ordered a search party, without luck, as their bodies were never recovered.
But their spirits, they did not find peace in death. They lingered still, their souls bound to the mortal realm by the bonds of unfinished business.
Some say William's restless spirit seeks out the bodies of evil men, who use their power like a weapon, for a bad cause, killing, for example. They say he haunts the large estates and mansions of the aristocrats, his eyes burning red as he whispers curse of vengeance to those who dare to cross his path.
And Samuel, they say, walks the streets of London with purposeful intent, his ghostly presence a silent guardian for those who seek justice. They say he appears when least expected, his ghostly form a reminder that even in death, the power of love knows no bounds.
Story Three (Hualian version)
Once upon a time, in a land where gods and spirits walked among mortals, there lived two souls whose love defied life and death. Xinquan and San Lang, they were known, a fallen god and a vengeful spirit, their bond forged in the fires of destiny.
Legend has it that Xinquan, a revered deity, had been cast down from the heavens, his divine powers stripped away by the hand of fate. San Lang, a ghost hidden in shadows and sorrow, haunted the mortal realm with longing and regret.
Their paths crossed in the depths of an ancient temple, where Xinquan, encountered the vengeful spirit of San Lang. Bound by fate, they went on a journey that would challenge the very foundation of existence.
But fate is unpredictable. It is said that Xinquan and San Lang, burdened by the weight of their forbidden love, made a vow, a pact sealed in the middle of the night.
Hand in hand, they walked the path of no return.
However their souls still lingered, their ethereal presence an oath made of the  power of love.
Some say Xinquan's gentle spirit wanders the ancient temples, his presence a comfort to those who seek solace. They say he appears when the moon is full, his celestial form a beacon of hope.
And San Lang, they say, roams the forgotten corners of the mortal realm, his ghostly form a guardian to those who defy the fate. They say he walks the earth with purposeful intent, his eyes burning red as he watches over the ones he loves from afar.
Listen to these words, and remember the tale of Xinquan and San Lang, the lovers whose spirits still linger in the corners of the world, their love eternal and solid, which flows through the heart of time.
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iamfanfan · 4 days
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@albert_cancook
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deadmotelsusa · 1 year
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The address of the Albert Pick Motel of San Antonio, Texas now brings us to a modern Home2Suites hotel and a Cracker Barrel. Source
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bigornh2o · 7 months
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Helloooo
For my first post ever I wanted to share this drawing. Feel free to enjoy it.
To those still reading, let me present myself !
My name is Bigorneau. I've been drawing for a little while but to be honest, I'm always lazing around and didn't take the time to truly draw. And today, I feel like beginning something. Will it continue and have a great flow or whatever it is ? Dunno. We'll figure out with time.
But if you're interested in art and whatever I may post, feel free to stay around and interact with me. I would love to be fooling around with silly drawings. Maybe animations too. (I never tried animation before and I saw how difficult it is, however I might give it a try. No promises about the quality though)
ANYWAY. Stick around if you want to see me achieve something someday (maybe ?) and follow my journey.
And I might share some stuff about my obsessions too, not only about art. 👀
Don't judge, I haven't see grass for a while and people even less. My social skills are trash 😬
KISSOU KISSOU ✨️
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jcplana · 8 months
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Imaginen … Seppuku. CXXVII.
El padre y la hoja en las entrañas. En pie junto a él, el hijo y la katana.  Rúbrica de sangre.
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mulhollanddriver · 3 months
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Sebastian Robles Drive - Nicolas Winding Refn
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Twin Peaks Residence, San Francisco, California,
Originally designed in 1964 by San Francisco architect Albert Lanier,
Remodeled by Feldman Architecture
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beforevenice · 1 year
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I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things with a heavy heart.
// Albert Camus
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bjornensuckler · 1 year
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I think I might start making posts, probably like incorrect quotes or writings. Stay tuned and I will try my best!
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liplinerloser · 3 months
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hey beautiful, do you still do matchups??? luv ur work btw <333
Hey
just to clarify for anyone on my blog, I pretty much write anything, I write headcannons about characters, matchups, scenarios etc.
I do also have commissions open on my Ko-fi for more extensive shit - https://ko-fi.com/liplinerloser (gotta promote myself ykyk)
My fandoms list is pretty much like everything, even if I’m not too sure about one I’m super down to just research them.
If you do request stuff like tpof, btd, creepypasta, or any creepy murder shit I’m gonna try to write them accurate to themselves as they are in the source. If you want em soppy pls tell me 😭
If you’re wanting to send me an idea and don’t know if I’ll do a certain fandom then message me I’ll have a lookie
But yeah aside from that this is an active blog, and I’m looking at everything people have sent previously. Don’t be shy, send me more xoxo
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