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vox-anglosphere · 4 months
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The mellow stone of Oxford University warms in the evening light
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thisisengland · 1 year
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Bristol, Gloucestershire.
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debrink · 1 year
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London 74
~ Bo Lundberg, circa 2013
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jackxo · 2 months
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☕️ ℭ𝔞𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰?
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cosmicyeen · 2 years
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BRO????
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THIS IS SO COOL?
I can't read old english but the second chapter is both a translation and notes on the translation/writing choices which i HIGHLY RECOMMEND THEYRE SO COOL
THE MEANINGS AND CHOICES IN TRANSLATION ARE GETTING TO ME
Also so many of them have these awesome explanations behind them and then there's this:
"The Old English word for “doctor”, læce, literally means “leech”, which he would hate being called so, so much that I immediately had to use it for him."
LIKE YEAH THATLL DO IT LMAO
GO CHECK IT OUT ITS INTERESTING AF
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flowersforfrancis · 6 months
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illustratus · 9 days
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The Great Fire of London, with Ludgate and Old St Paul's
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queenoftheantz · 3 months
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Happy Secret Samol @handbasketofdreams !
So I did go a little bit weird with this years gift.... I did do art! But I also recorded a.... fan episode? Of Americas Playground! It's 1.5h of me alone playing mall kids and recording myself doing voices in a little fan adventure! I'm no professional podcaster (as you can hear), but sometimes you have an idea but don't have time for a 20 page comic and you are not a fic writer, so you gotta do what you gotta do!
You can listen to it here!
The kids are back at the pier- for the Christmas market! And this time it's no air baloon, it's a carousel! Or it would be, if not all the carousel horses had been stolen.... and now there's a mall detective sneaking around, messing up all kind of things.... Eluise, Melinda, Cattie, Sank and Pomp (and the immortal doll and Princeton of course) have to find the horses so they can have a peacful Christmas!
And if you don't want to listen, here are some sketches!
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All the music is from Freesound.org!
merrygoround efteling 338 pm 220229 by Klankeeld
street organ by breviceps
hull fair carousel 3 songs by sonic ranger
carnival and crowd ambience by ev dawg
cartoon horse by martian
horse cantering on bricks owi by gingerhoney
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exhaled-spirals · 3 months
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— James Howard Kunstler, The Geography of Nowhere
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eirene · 11 months
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Outside The Gate Of Pompeii, 1905 John William Godward
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pavardscherie · 1 year
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rough sex tape and after care erling Haaland
four on camera, erling haaland
pairing erling haaland & female you summary erling convinces you to make a sex tape. three wasn't enough so he wants a fourth one.
izzy talks man, the haaland game is strong on tumblr. really excited to fulfill more requests about different football players. so I'm very bad at starting smut, which is the reason why i started in the middle again, lol. hope you like it.
requests are open!
cheek pressed into the softness of the multiple cushions, the hair messily scattered across the face. hasty breaths escaped the puffy lips, spit drooling out of the corner and onto the duvets.
arms on the back, a large hand wrapped around your wrists to hold your limbs in the same position. ass held in the air with the help of erling’s strength, you already felt the exhaustion. from behind, his dick disappeared in your pussy, stretching the sore walls even further with the certain roughness of his thrusts.
tingles spread in your lower stomach, the feeling caused a wave of pain and pure pleasure. a fourth orgasm approached, another high that would lead to even further exhaustion. with dilated pupils, your gaze drifted over the side of the bed and found the black camera. a sex tape was what erling asked for, he never mentioned how much pleasure you would receive or the particular overstimulation he planned.
tongue, fingers, dick. you came around each. satisfaction for your body in ways, you could not describe. erling knew precisely what he was doing, the disparate ways to use his experience on you and assure you reached the climax. but he wasn't done with you. not until the camera captured your body in each position he loved.
a filthy movie, he could watch on repeat when his career lured him away from your shared home. pictures of the moment, erling would send you in the middle of the night, with his hand tightly around his dick. jerking off to the sounds you made right now, just on tape.
"you look so beautiful when you're completely messed up." the praising words slipped out of his mouth, between deep groans and hasty breaths. he was close, and you already switched between reality and the pure bliss of a fourth orgasm. "I can't take more.." you whimpered, your sore walls clenching around his hard dick repeatedly. close, again.
"almost there, babe." your hands were released as erling leaned forward. sweaty chest pressed against your back. calloused fingertips brushed the mess of hair out of your face, a soft kiss blown against the side of your neck. "give me one last." he whispered against the smooth skin underneath your earlobe. his voice, a raspy mess, cracking at the end of his demand.
in addition to the bruising pace, the tight grip of his large hand on the waist which would leave deep purple reminders of this particular night, his words were enough to push you into a fourth. lips parted, the mouth an o-shape, whimpers and moans spilled out of your mouth without a break.
walls tightly clenching around his dick, toes curling and the delicate fingers dug into the duvets underneath. the feeling of being wrapped up in your warmth, and the sight erling could admire close-up caused his high. a deep groan, your name rolling of his tongue, were the announcement of his orgasm. painting the insides of your pussy with white spurts, his forehead collided with your sweaty shoulder blade.
pants filled the bedroom, the smell of a long night of rough sex as the couple bathed in the aftermath of their orgasms. "i love you so fucking much." erling muttered against the sweaty skin, inhaling a deep breath and placing featherlight kisses around your shoulder.
"i love you too." you breathed out, trying to calm down from the intensity of orgasms over the expand of the entire night. "can you turn it off, please?"
erling's head snapped to the side where the bright red dot beside the camera lens still blinked. nodding as an answer to your request, he used his recovered strength to push himself off your warm figure and the comforts of the king-sized bed.
pressing a button on the device, the dot stopped blinking and the recording was saved for private use in the future. fleshy fingers brushed over his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat and clearing the strands of light blonde hair out of his face.
with an exhausted groan, you turned around to receive a more comfortable place on the bed. sprawled out, arms and legs stretched away from the body, you felt the aftermath of the long hours of relentless pounding. a sore feeling between the thighs, the arousal still running down the insides and staining the sheets underneath.
"i'm getting a cloth and warm water." erling reassured you before disappearing into the attached bathroom. filling a small bowl with water, and grabbing a soft washrag from the sink. in a hurry, he made his way back to the bed, where the love of his life lay.
an underarm over the closed eyes, you were almost asleep. the exhaustion made it difficult to stay awake while being unoccupied. rough hands caressed over the bruised thighs, the reminders of how his fingertips dug into your soft flesh from holding you tightly in position. "i will be careful."
dipping the cloth into the bowl, wringing out the redundant water, erling pressing the soft cotton cloth to the inside of your right thigh. wiping away the remnants of the last orgasm, a mixture of arousal and his semen. as soon as the rag reached your oversensitive clit, your hips twitched out of the way. any touch too much after the rarely faltering pace of his thrusts.
still, erling found amusement in your reactions. the knowledge that he was the one who did this to you, made you breathless and sensible to even the featherlight touch, filled him with pride.
"don't you laugh." you warned him when the quiet chuckle rang in your ears.
"would never do that, babe." he answered, a smirk dipped in smugness tugging on the corners of his mouth.
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vox-anglosphere · 1 year
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Mystery and meaning on the mediaeval streets of York, England
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thisisengland · 1 year
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Liverpool.
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debrink · 2 years
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London 12
~ Bo Lundberg
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jackxo · 11 days
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𝑳𝒆𝒕’𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅𝒔 📸 🎞️
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b4kuch1n · 1 year
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hahaha wheee haha
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