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urbanrelics · 2 months
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SAPPHIRE CHURCH
Information about this abandoned church is extremely scarce. The church was built in 1877-1878, during the period when the city was experiencing enormous population growth due to the developing steel industry. During that period no fewer than 34 churches were built.
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The church has a specatuclar blue vaulted ceiling, hence the name 'Sapphire Church'
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Along with the demise of the steel industry, the population also lost interest in Catholic worship. Many churches fell into disuse and some were even demolished. This church was desacralized in 2019 and sold to a private developer. It is not clear what the plans are.
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The church is now showing critical signs of decay, which are beginning to affect the structure. Not very hopeful regarding the survival of this very beautiful building...
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yousaytomato · 2 years
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Big fan of the way Dracula Daily hasn't broken out of Tumblr in any real way
primarily, because I love being able to casually mention it to non-tumblr friends like I'm just that kind of cool, intellectual and cultural person who signs up to projects where you read a classic novel over the course of 6 months, and not because it's a big social media trend.
Whilst, actually it is a big social media trend, and I get to make and see lots of stupid memes and just, have fun with y'all in this space
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glitterkitty2-0 · 2 years
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don't have children when you don't know how to take care of them. and I don't mean just physical abuse. if you don't know how to make them feel okay and safe and like they belong in this world: don't. have. children.
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addicted-to-michiel · 13 days
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With the news of Michiel being signed up for the upcoming Kurt Sutter western series The Abandons, I’m reminded of how Michiel looks in a cowboy hat 💙🫠
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tapiokauwu · 17 days
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text me
text me
text me
text me
text me
please, don't leave me
use me, do whatever you want
but don't leave me alone
don't throw me away
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cupidskissx · 1 year
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hi!! idk if u accept prompts but i love ur monaco malaise and- yeah
mastermind by taylor swift. but make it lestappen
Thank you for the love on Monaco Malaise, it truly mean so much to me! 🥰🤩
*Frantically listens to Mastermind for the first time, downloads lyrics and annotates*
I’ve never had an actual prompt before, 🥹 I’ve been afraid to put the call out, it’s such a lot of pressure and risky 🫣
That being said, I loved writing this! If anyone else has any prompts, please send them my way! I hope you enjoy this little AU, Anon ❤️
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The first time Max saw Charles, he knew.
He wasn’t sure what he knew, but he knew it. Call it luck, lust, or destiny, or perhaps a combination of all three. Whatever it was, he felt it in his bones.
He’d heard whispers Ferrari were considering a new team boss — some hot shot who flew up the ranks at Maranello. However, Max’s two week, no-contact vacation with his mum and sister saw him miss the media storm after Leclerc’s appointment.
The summary of meeting minutes and critical updates that his Executive Assistant compiled upon his return only had him mentioned once, in a two sentence dot point:
Charles Leclerc to replace Frederic Vasseur as Team Principal of Scuderia Ferrari. Effective: 1 January 2028.
It was easily skimmed over in favour of actioning the mass of paperwork requiring his approval.
Maybe if he’d known how this man would shift all his focus and ambition in a matter of moments, he would have at least read his profile online. Or, perhaps issued a full investigation to learn everything there was to know about him — signing it off as: “getting to know your competition”.
Alas, he did neither, leaving the universe — in all her surreptitious glory — to place them in the right place at the right time.
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The Bahrain briefing room was hot and stuffy. Max was half out of his jacket when the door opened. An unfamiliar figure squeezed in. He was flushed, his hair spiked up. He had a notebook under his arm, a pen perched behind his ear, and he was struggling to get his phone into the front pocket of his jeans. The meeting was yet to start, but he shot Stefano Domenicali an apologetic look.
The man, who appeared close to his age, secured his phone and scanned the room for an available seat. It was surprising, concerning even, the way Max’s peripheral vision reduced until all he could see was this flustered, handsome man in the doorway.
It was like one of those cliché moments in a rom-com, the lead actress walking in, hit by a spotlight, the only one in the room — Max couldn’t look away. The man’s gaze landed on Max and his lips twitched up in a small smile, enough to make Max’s heart stutter. Max forced himself out of his stupor, smiled back, and continued to take off his jacket.
Niels Wittich tried to squeeze passed the man, knocking into him, forcing him to move out of the way and make a seating decision. He weaved through the row in front of Max, and was considerate enough not to sit directly in front of him, choosing the next seat over. Max surveyed the room, every other Team Principal was there, so that could only mean one thing. He was Charles Leclerc.
Charles settled into his seat and checked the spiral spine of his notebook, he paused. He opened it to a fresh page then started to pat down his pockets. Coming up short, he checked the spine again. Max squeezed his lips together to prevent himself from laughing. Before Charles could frisk his pockets a second time, Max leant forward and tapped his shoulder.
Charles turned around, his furrowed brow smoothing out. Handsome wasn’t all-encompassing enough to describe him. He was ethereal, timeless beauty carved by an ancient, wise deity.
Max didn’t trust his voice so he gestured to his own ear. It took a moment, but Charles’ face split into an embarrassed grin, his dimples popping, and cheeks flushing. He plucked the pen from behind his ear.
“Merci, J’oub— oh, sorry, I just got off the phone with my brother...”
Max didn’t have the opportunity to tell him he understood French — he’d lived in Monaco for long enough — because Charles wiggled the pen and kept speaking, “Thanks, I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on.”
Charles looked down to clip his pen through the wire bound spine as Max said, “Now that would be tragic.”
He looked back in Max’s direction, his smile shy, his eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights, Max’s chest flooded with smug satisfaction and something else. Something that tingled. And because Charles wasn’t presumptuous, he leant over the back of his chair, offered Max his hand and said: “Charles Leclerc, I’ve taken over from Freddy.”
“Max Verstappen, TP for Red Bull,” he shook his hand, “Enchanté, and all that.”
Charles snorted a laugh, “And all that,” he repeated, his tone soft and warm.
“Welcome to another season gentlemen,” Stefano said from the front of the room.
They broke their lingering handshake, acknowledging that their conversation was over, their smiles faded, and Charles turned around to face the front of the room.
Max peaked over Charles’ shoulder every now and again, watching him write headings, sub headings and dot points in faint, chicken-scratch cursive.
When the presentation moved on to the compulsory, OH&S policies and procedures Charles started to doodle a small race car in the margin of the page.
It was that moment Max knew he was doomed. He had no choice but to wriggle his way into Charles life, or ruin his career trying.
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howifeltabouthim · 2 months
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He doesn't love me anymore, she mourned, and she became filled with a gut-wrenching terror. For she had grown to depend on his love, and she was firmly convinced that without it she would vaporize, and nothing would be left of her at all.
Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle
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obscure-rest-stop · 7 months
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I just ate a decent meal, but now my thoughts are bombarding me with such an intensity I'm reminded after such malnourishment, the reason why I don't eat often
I have a warm place for the night, but having to stay in one small space makes me feel so claustrophobic I might explode
I am bathed, but the landslide of a flashback of all I went through since my last bath takes the breath out of my lungs and the sight from my eyes
Don't question why homeless people choose to buy drugs and alcohol over food, shelter, or necessities. What good are those things when you are plagued with the mental anguish of homeless? Is it really worth it to bless yourself with your goddamn human rights over making sure you actually live to see the next day? Where your rights are rights and not privileges taken from you repeatedly?
Not every homeless person chooses drugs, but shut the actual fuck up about the ones who do. They're trying to live through another day to hopefully see a better tomorrow. So sorry they don't want to buy their human rights back for a fleeting moment instead.
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ratwebsite · 1 year
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we <3 painting and eating paint
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deermook · 8 months
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House is bpd coded i will not be elaborating v
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jupitersrising · 4 days
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This is literally Brooklynn's song.
Lyrics under the cut.
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urbanrelics · 2 months
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VILLA DOCTEUR
As the title already suggests, this visit concerns the once beautiful, but now abandoned and dilapidated villa of a former doctor... Especially the large salon, with the lush Persian carpet and the beautiful classical murals, appeals to the imagination.
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The villa - where, miraculously, water and electricity still work - shows very little signs to the former doctor's practice. Only on the landing an old chest, filled to the brim with prescription booklets, reveals the profession of the former resident.
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Nothing is known about the doctor and his family. The abundance of bedrooms and bathrooms suggests that a large family once lived here.
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A beautiful hallway and staircase lead up to the second floor with the many bedrooms.
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prettyboykatsuki · 8 months
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getous entire story is such a perfect allegory for addiction and i think about it every day btw.
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rottedtitz · 4 months
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i want to run away,
like a scared dog.
My tail tucked between my legs
my beady eyes staring at your anger
my nose smelling your danger
when the front door opens,
i bolt out between your legs.
you chase me around all over the yard
just leave me alone!
when you corner me sooner or later
i will have to bare my teeth
showing you the ripped flesh between them,
the dried blood on my mouth
belonging to my last owners.
you will look in fear
but i will look in fear,
i will remind you as i have reminded others,
i am a mutt.
a feral dog.
i bite.
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sysig · 2 months
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I think I finally figured out why I like him so much
#ADHD#Meme#Shitpost#Helix#SCII#Max Vyer#Dexter Favin#Me projecting all over Max: Man he's just like me fr#He feels so ADHD to me like hang on hear me out#He's extremely impulsive - absolutely dopamine-motivated - struggles paying attention to things he's not interested in -#But also gets fixated on things like his dream journaling and anything related to it - space/aliens/spaceships/etc.#It being like The Only Thing that he ''can focus on'' - as well as wanting to engage with it when he's stressed!#Has lots of half-abandoned hobbies and impulsively ''jokes'' about getting really invested in something and then losing interest#Like wanting a lot of animals - hehe - or what jobs he wants to do while committing to none of them#He also takes things really personally which like - RSD. Do I need to explain lol#Has difficulty making and keeping friends - is forgetful and ''forgetful'' hehe I'm quite familiar#I also kind of read him getting high or drunk regularly as like?? really maladaptive attempts at self-medicating??#Dopamine-deficient brains are way more likely to develop or lean on addictions to be at least Closer to level stimulation#He's constantly understimulated and all his caretakers see it as a moral failing when like! He's just expected to Get Guud lol#He needs accommodations! His brain is clawing at the walls trying to get his Executives to Function!#This man has undiagnosed ADHD please get him to a psychologist#Lbh tho his parents would be the type to say ''Don't use your diagnosis as an excuse'' as if he could just control it lol#Don't even get me started on when he and ZEX Freaky-Friday lol#Something something ZEX problematic queer something something Max problematic ADHD lol - look if it's Correct it's Correct!#Anyway this is just my reading and I'm Absolutely Definitely projecting to some degree - please read Helix and love Max of your own volition
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infriga · 3 months
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Hangin with the lads
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