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stomachofyourdeadsoulmate · 7 months

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#en route #to LA

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lovefrenchisbetter · 1 year

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Romy Schneider, Alain Delon and Sophia Loren

#alain delon #romy schneider #sophia loren #Nouvelle Vague #getty images #en route #cannes film festival #cannes #french cinephile #french cinema #parisian vibe #parisian mood #parisian homme #parisian style

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enblancjenveux · 5 months

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Convertible En route

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#sculptso #fit #bring a friend #convertible #en route #closer #neck kisses #cleave #kitten

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rustbeltjessie · 6 months

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Fuck Landlords

(October 13, 2023 // Milwaukee, WI)

#jessie lynn mcmains #photography #graffiti #milwaukee #wisconsin #en route #we took city streets through milwaukee to avoid construction traffic on the freeway #and i am so happy because not only did we drive past a lot of my old haunts #i also spotted this #my photos

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its-where-the-wild-things-are · 8 months

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#road #en route #route #road trip

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ashtrayfloors · 6 months

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Once we were in a moving vehicle the clouds sat still. I don't mean to imply anything like sadness. A turn of the page was payback for the runaway marigolds. That is, what you see on paper are mere pop-ups compared to live things — a desire to move on after a moment of regret. It's possible the plates shifted underfoot. That's why we were flung across the room.

—Kostas Anagnopoulos, from Moving Blanket (Ugly Ducking Presse, 2010)

#poetry #kostas anagnopoulos #moving blanket #en route #typography #prose poetry #ugly duckling presse

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wearemusicperformers · 4 months

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theshakykid · 1 year

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En Route (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 5

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: Mentions of naked people lol.

Peter saw (Y/N) three days later. She was lounging on the main deck, her head immersed in a book. Huge black sunglasses framed her face. Her white sundress was slightly sheer, leaving Peter's face a burning red.

He walked past her, hiding his face behind the photo album he was holding. Peter was too concerned with not getting noticed that he didn't see the woman standing in front.

"Oh my- Watch where you're going," the woman yelled, pushing him out of the way.

His mission of not getting noticed was now futile.

"Peter?! Hey, it's been quite some time since we've seen. I tried looking for you, but this ship is huge," (Y/N) giggled, removing the sunglasses off her face.

"H... Hey (Y/N), I was a little busy with some things so... uhm... yeah," Peter answered, trying not to meet her eyes.

"Come on, why are you still standing there? Sit here."

Peter reluctantly walked up to her and sat down on the nearest chair. He placed his album behind him, trying to hide it from her.

"What's that?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just an album."

"An album? Of what?"

"Some... Uh... photos. That I took."

"Okay, you can't say that and not show me," (Y/N) grinned.

Peter sighed and opened it. He knew there was no way for him to deter her from looking at it.

He flipped through to the first page, gesturing her to get closer. The photo was of an old woman. Her hair almost completely white, save for a few strands in front of her face. She is sitting on a chair under a tree. A crochet hook hung from her hands.

"This is Bridget. I met her when I went to Germany."

"Is that a spruce tree?"

Peter hummed and replied, "She sits under it till the sun sets, waiting for her husband to return home."

"Is he not going to come back?"

"No, he died during the Vietnam War," Peter replied, his mouth upturned into a poignant smile. He flipped to the next photo. A man in his forties. He's sitting in a bar. The neon pink hair tie around his wrist contrasted against the light-yellow beer he was holding.

"This is Ivan. Met him at a Russian bar. He lost his daughter to cancer a few years back. He carries one of her scrunchies wherever he goes."

(Y/N) looked at the picture, and then up at Peter. For somebody who claims to be a casual photographer, he's really good at capturing the feel of the person being photographed.

Peter flipped through some more photos of people, but as soon as he reached the middle of the book, he quickly closed it.

"Wait, what happened? Is that all?" (Y/N) asked, confused why he did that.

"Uh yeah, yeah. That's it. I didn't take anymore," Peter replied, his fingers fiddling with each other.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes and grabbed the book before he could stop her.

She flipped past the middle of the book to be met with-

"Is this a naked woman?!" (Y/N) gasped, getting distasteful looks from the people nearby.

"Shh, don't yell that out loud! Yes, it is. And before you call me a perv-"

"Uh, too late, pervert."

"I'm not a pervert! It's art, ok? Like those photos we saw below deck."

"Uh huh, right," (Y/N) gazed at him with squinted eyes, not believing his claims.

"Fine, look at the next one," Peter tensed, taking the book from her hands. He went to the next page, and the one after that.

It was photos of women... and men.... either half-naked or completely nude. But (Y/N) could see what Peter was implying. It wasn't anything lewd or vulgar. It was simply, art.

"D... Do you understand now?" Peter squeaked; worry etched into his crimson face.

"Mm, Sort of."

"At least you don't think of me as a perv?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Peter let out a sigh and leaned back into the chair, ignoring (Y/N)'s look of amusement.

"Hey, what did you mean by that?" Peter started. He sat upright again and balanced his photo album on his lap.

"By what?"

"That day in the bar. You said it was quite some time since you truly smiled?"

(Y/N) took in a deep breath.

"Nothing. I was just drunk," she replied, her mouth drawn into a thin line. Her face suddenly lit up, almost as quickly as it went down. "Hey, let's do something. Come on, follow me."

Peter sighed and got up, following her out of the main deck. He already knew it was going to be something crazy. Fortunately, he liked crazy.

"Can I know where exactly we're going?" Peter asked, walking with a slight skip to his step.

"My room," (Y/N) grinned.

They stopped in front of a white door. (Y/N) swiped her key card and got in. It was a big suite. There was only one bedroom and bathroom, but it was much more spacious compared to Peter's place.

"What do you want to do?" Peter asked, sitting on her bed.

"Can you take a photo of me?" (Y/N) asked, grabbing a camera from one of the cupboards. "This camera belongs to my fiancé, Sean. You met him in that bar, remember? I want you to take a photo of me with this."

"Uhm, ok sure. Just sit somewhere and strike a pose," Peter shrugged. He took the camera and adjusted the settings.

"But there's a catch," (Y/N) said with a glint in her eye.

"Which is?"

"You should take a photo of me, wearing this necklace."

(Y/N) held up a blue pendant necklace. The locket was in the shape of a heart. The blue gemstone glistened under the sunlight coming in through the window.

"Wearing only this."