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scaryrabbit · 1 year
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The Angels | Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again | The Melbourne Music Show (1988)
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slaughter-books · 1 year
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Day 13: JOMPBPC: Classic
An Aussie classic! 💞
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heyprettykitty · 1 month
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I fully admit that I have no idea what I’m talking about most of the time.
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sleepinglionhearts · 6 months
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Conversations about literature
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axesent · 3 months
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VG Valiant HEMI PACER 245 - Scraps. Australian Built Version *again sorry about watermarking and having to tell people that downloading, up scaling and selling other peoples stuff is not "fair use" axesent.com
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flynnfan-downunder · 3 months
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Errol Flynn on the set of "Captain Blood" (1935)
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flmboyz · 3 months
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labratboygirl · 5 months
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some monster energy flavors make me feel like i just had sillystyle gay sex and others make me feel like its the mid-1300s and i have the plague . understand
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tasmania is in that poll lol, hobart is the capital of Tasmania
Nice try, anon! But u won't fool me, I know Tasmania is the capital city of Australia ^_^ & Governor Hobart is a guy lol, not a city
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bookofmac · 1 year
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thinking about how the class of 07 girls, especially Geneiveve, were living through with Dual Citizanship Consitutional Crisis AND the lead up to the godforsaken Postal Survey. Frankly if was there, a part of me would be happy that pauline hanson probably drowned
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scaryrabbit · 1 year
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Mad Max (1979) | Dir. George Miller
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nari-writes · 9 months
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Can u write casey coming out to the bros + april as like trans or something?
cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Coming out doesn’t start as a conscious decision. To be fair, not a lot of Casey’s decisions start out with messy things like forethought; it’s just easier to think and then do. No problems with self-doubt stopping him if he never gives it the time to sink hooks into him the same way it overwhelms Leo and Donnie. 
So coming out is basically: “Oh shit, did you guys get to see the pride parade yesterday? It was bangin’, one of the guys for the hockey team came with to help me with the jock rep.” He flexes, grinning at Raph, and then realises that everyone’s eyes are on him. “What?”
“You were...in the parade?” April asks, squinting at him, and then, her expression clears slightly as an idea occurs to her. “Oh, for a friend or something?”
“Uh, no?” Granted, he’d promised to go to help Randy-from-the-team get over their fright of it, but he’s been going to the parade since before he’d even been in high school. “Babe, I can promise you I was also wearing my flags.”
“Your...flags.”
Casey blinks. "Yeah," he says, and then blinks again. "April, you've seen my room?"
Donnie snorts. "And I'm presuming she was to notice anything in the pigsty you call a living area?"
"They're on the wall!" Casey defends, scowling, and then turns to look at Raph for help. "Dude, we had this discussion. You asked me what all my jacket pins meant?"
Raph looks pinned, flustered, and so Casey goes for the couch and his jacket, pulling the lapels out for demonstration. "See, here's the one I made for y'all, with the shell, and then this one has Dee's symbol for y'all, which he made into a tracker - don't think I didn't notice how heavy it was, Dee - and these two are from my sister - she wanted me to watch the new Sonic - and these are my pride pins!"
All five of his friends peer in closer, their heads pressed together, but Mikey's the first to poke Casey's cluttered collection of pronouns and his 'gay as in [cigarette emoji]' button. (His dad had gotten him that one after Casey'd started using more than just he/him, looking profoundly uncomfortable and a little bit afraid when he said, "I heard you talking about- reclamation. And I like to think I still know you well." and Casey had just beamed.)
"None of them are rainbows?" Mikey says, and Casey rolls his eyes.
"Well yeah. D'you really think a rainbow fits my vibes? At least the enby flag is sorta in my colour scheme."
"The-"
"Purple one," Casey offers, and when they all get even closer, has the sudden realisation that:
He absolutely just came out to his extended family
They, even though he'd thought he'd been pretty clear about it, had no idea
He's about to be asked so many questions
His lips pull at the corners, a slight edge of excitement that comes when the people he loves know him, want to know him so they know how to love him better, but instead of any of that he just says: "So am I also right in guessing that none of you ever noticed that I only wear makeup on days when I don't wear my binder?" and watches them all dissolve into yelling.
He's totally getting them to come to next year's parade.
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tealviscaria · 2 months
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My "old art" series: two pieces this time! From August 2019.
They both depict Crowley, the one on the left is based on an engraving of Lucifer by Gustave Doré and the one on the right is inspired by St. Raphael the Archangel by Bartolomé Esteban Murillo.
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currentlyonstandbi · 1 year
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visited my state’s public library today
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oliviam112 · 1 year
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aussie readers deserve more hype
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Stuart Gary’s Superbird and the need for speed A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I dreamed of owning a Falcon GT hardtop just like the one my childhood hero Allan Moffat raced at Bathurst. Eventually, I bought an old rust ridden 1976 XB orange Ford Fairmont GS and slowly rebuilt it into my dream car – sort of like the black Falcon Interceptor out of Mad Max. Instead of a supercharger (which was fake in the movie car anyway) my car is equipped with a genuine 1000 hp twin turbocharged 351 under the hood. I often drove this beast from Sydney to Darwin when I was working as a radio broadcaster and journalist at 8DN. It was my daily ride for the commute from the suburbs to the city when I moved to 3UZ in Melbourne. And I got a great shot of it next to Brocky’s 05 Commodore when it was on display in Newcastle while I was working for the ABC at 2NC. Mind you this was always a thirsty beast – just four miles per gallon on the old scale -- a run from Newcastle to Sydney required two tanks of fuel! The heart of the beast is a specially built engine originally put together by Bob Matic at Ford Muscle Parts and later further modified by Ian Benson at Benson's Turbos. For the technically minded, the 351 Cleveland V8 powering the beast is fully blue printed, shot peened, and micro-polished. It’s based around a four bolt Aussie block fitted with 4V O-ringed open chambered BOSS heads, twin TO4 Garrett air-research turbo chargers with 21-pound wastegates, turbo dish pistons, Carrillo alloy rods, stainless steel crank, and a windage tray sump. It uses a three-inch stainless-steel twin exhaust system. The block is cooled by a four-core radiator and there's a separate radiator for the gearbox oil. Those thousand ponies are fed through a 12 inch drag clutch and four speed top loader gearbox to a custom-made drive shaft and GTHO yoke, into a nine-inch LSD and 35 spline rear axles. The Falcon is totally street legal with an engineer’s certificate to prove it. I also own a De Tomaso Pantera, but the two cars are totally different. While the Falcon has a deep throated thunderous growl, rumbling like the approaching storm it is - the Pantera has a short loud bark. The Pantera is very fast off the line (0 to 100 in around 3 seconds) and amazingly nimble -- even twitchy through the corners. But it holds on to the road as if attached to guide rails all the way to its top speed of over 300 KPH. On the other hand, the Falcon is a very different beast. It’s much slower off the line, with those turbos taking a while to spin up to boost. But once that turbo whistle starts, you’re suddenly thrust backwards into your seat and the beast hunkers down and begins accelerating like a bat out of hell -- easily slipping beyond the old 200 MPH mark (320 KPH) as the world outside flashes past. The beast eventually tops out at just over 342 KPH – close enough to warp speed for anyone. It’s a true adrenaline pumping rush taking you to the edge and beyond. Yet, it all changed once I started taking flying lessons. Flying aircraft is a totally different world. Looking down from above, life at ground level suddenly seemed so limiting and two dimensional. I still own both cars – but seldom drive them.
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