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detroitlib · 9 months
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View of Waterworks Park; "Welcome to Gladwin Park" is spelled out in flowers in garden bed. Trees and floral clock in background. Printed on front: "View of Gladwin park, formerly Water Works Park, Detroit, Mich., 1372." Printed on back: "1372, Gladwin Park is the new name recently given to Water Works Park, which occupies a plot of 72 acres of ground on Jefferson Avenue owned by the city and partially occupied by its water works pumping station. The water supply is pumped through a long tunnel from Lake St. Clair to the distributing point. The Park has been made one of Detroit's beauty spots and is noted for its beautiful walks and floral displays." Card is postmarked August 8, 1911.
Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library
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my-lifes-reward · 1 year
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ATV Riding the Gladwin North Loop
This video is an afternoon of riding an ATV on the Gladwin North & MCCCT Route near Gladwin, MI. On this mild and sunny November day, I drove the 11.9 mile loop and MCCCT Route that represents the Northern portion of this trail system.
This video is an afternoon of riding an ATV on the Gladwin North & MCCCT Route near Gladwin, MI. On this mild and sunny November day, I drove the 11.9 mile loop and MCCCT Route that represents the Northern portion of this trail system. This trail is sandy and comfortably wide enough for any level of rider. Side-by-sides like the Honda Pioneer with the roll bar will have no difficulties with turn…
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suicidal-demon666 · 2 years
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Can everyone do me a favor…
I go to an itty bitty middle of nowhere school and our football team would be stoked if we got on the Detroit lions game of the week. We need more votes so if you could just do me a favor and tap on then tap on this link then vote for Gladwin vs notre dame prep to vote, well I think our itty bitty school would appreciate that quite a bit.
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wanko-koko · 1 year
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見つけたぞ、デミガイズ!(Gotcha! Demiguise!)
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前回の投稿は昼で、今回は夜 というわけ😉(So the last post was the daytime version and this is the nighttime version.)
⬇️クエストクリア後の漫画(Cartoon after the completion of the quest.)
I'm sorry if my English didn't make sense🙇‍♀️
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⬇️日本語(Japanese)
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kerimcberry · 9 months
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To be fair, that demiguise mask is VERY unsettling haha
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arthrmorgann · 7 months
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Baldur’s Gate III ▻
May I have this dance?
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ephemerasnape · 2 months
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And the title of "Most Hated Character in the Hogwarts Legacy Universe" goes to...
Our gracious host, Professor Phineas Nigellus Black, announces the winner of the fan poll for the true Most Hated character in the Hogwarts Legacy Universe (as opposed to the lackluster suggestions from Warner Bros.)
May the record stand corrected forevermore!
Thanks to @kukukha-sanctuary for her contributions!
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suncrayon · 8 months
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you know what was a terrible plan? listening to the silt verses while grocery shopping
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wiverly · 1 month
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wheresthebus · 1 year
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Britney be out here asking the real questions.
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khazadspoon · 2 months
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It took a few days but I’ve finally finished the Jonah/Hale fic I was writing… pure OC smut with @westernmeowmeow’s Hale who I love.
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Hale takes his sweet time turning Jonah into a flushed, whimpering mess. His hands, warm and large and calloused from gun fighting and a life of crime, trail over Jonah’s belly and thighs. The touches are light as a feather, each inch making Jonah’s belly tense and his gut tighten in anticipation. He gasps as the hands push his thighs apart.
“S’alright, boy, I won’t hurt you.”
Hale’s voice is low and sweet, thick like molasses, and Jonah bites back the groan that tries to spill from his lips. He shivers as warm breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. If he looks down, he knows he’ll see those dark eyes looking up at him. But if he sees that look he might say something stupid, might ask for more than just a hot mouth-
He looks down.
“Fuck me,” he breathes.
Hale sucks in a sharp breath. His hands tighten on Jonah’s thighs and the slight sting is wonderful. “You sure?” Hale asks, those deep brown and knowing eyes watching Jonah like a hawk.
Jonah nods and fists the sheets with both hands. He’s sure. He’s been sure since the last time they crossed paths, drinking in some rundown bar and laughing about something normal people would wince at.
“I’m sure. I- I want it.” He takes a shaky breath. “ I… Trust you.”
Hale’s gaze softens for a moment and Jonah swallows the lump in his throat. The man’s lips curve in a slow and heated smirk, the expression making him look like some large predator in the jungle ready to pounce. It makes Jonah’s heart beat wildly in his chest.
“You trust me? Bad decision, boy…” Hale turns his face, nips at Jonah’s thigh, makes his breath catch in his throat. “But I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll make it real good for you.”
The older man dips his head down and Jonah’s world narrows to the feel of a hot, wet mouth on his cunt. He gasps, keens as Hale licks at him, his tongue a wicked weapon of pleasure as it flicks over his cock. Jolts of sensation rush up his spine and Jonah curses at the ceiling. His hips buck, the muscles in his thighs tensing as Hale’s clever mouth (always quick with a remark, always ready to laugh and joke before cutting a man down) works at him with expert precision.
Jonah threads his fingers through the thick hair on Hale’s head and holds him there, rocks his hips and takes what he wants. He’s only ever bold here, he thinks, naked and free with Hale who burst into his life and calls him friend. Hale, who kills and robs for a living. Hale who saw who he was and shrugged, treated him no different than any other man. The breathless moans he’s making only get louder as Hale presses long fingers inside him. One at first, then two, curling and rubbing at every sweet spot until he’s soaked and whining. Jonah’s fingers tighten their grip as the third finger pushes in, thrusts into him, Hale’s single-minded determination driving him crazy.
He comes with a silent shout, muscles taut as it rushes through him. He feels the vibrations of Hale’s pleased hum and shivers, letting go of the man’s hair and sinking down into the bed.
Hale wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and the action makes Jonah shiver.
“Now,” Hale says in a low voice, crawling up the bed to lean over him, “you still want it?” He leans down, his lips tacky as they drag up the length of Jonah’s throat. “Because if you ain’t sure-”
Jonah flushes and pushes up, let’s put a low desperate growl as he grabs at Hale’s shoulder and hip, tips them over so he can straddle the man’s waist. He can feel how wet he is, the way he’s making a mess on Jonah’s stomach. “You don’t gotta keep asking if I’m sure,” he grits out, unable to stop himself rolling his hips once to feel the shiver of arousal still thrumming through him.
Hale stares up at him with a grin, his dark eyes glittering as his hands reach up to roam over Jonah’s chest. He cups Jonah’s breasts, kneads them and rolls the nipples with his thumbs. “Just making sure, little prince.”
Jonah knows he must look silly; he’s blushing from head to toe, pale skin pink and hot to the touch, his hair a mess and his hands shaking slightly. But the desire on Hale’s face is clear, unrestrained. The man’s grin stays firmly in place as he grips Jonah’s waist, lifts him and shifts him back, the hard curve of his cock trapped between them and making the breath catch in Jonah’s throat.
“Go ahead. Take your time though, I know you ain’t done this before. Besides, we’ve got nowhere else to be, I want to see what you can do.”
Despite the urgency coursing through him, and the obvious lust on Hale’s face, he does start slow. He raises himself up slightly and takes a now almost familiar grip on Hale’s cock. He bites his lip and takes a deep breath, braces himself for the pain he’s heard girls talking about and-
It never comes.
He feels full, feels a deep ache that makes his toes curl. The sensation thrums inside him as though he’s been stood next to an explosion. His eyes drift shut, mouth open on a slow and shuddering breath, a strange but delicious need forming in his core.
“Fuck, I knew you’d feel good,” Hale groans, his own voice thready and softened by sweet pleasure. His fingers curl and grasp at Jonah’s thighs. He looks up, meeting Jonah’s gaze. “Whenever you’re ready.” His slow and easy grin is all the encouragement Jonah needs.
The first jerking movements of his hips make his breath fly from his lungs in sharp gasps. The ache inside him lessens, the sheer intensity of his arousal easing the way more than he had ever imagined possible. He rolls his hips, grinds them and feels Hale’s cock filling him and bites out a curse.
“Oh sweet Jesus-!”
His hands rest on Hale’s chest, his nails biting into tanned skin, and he stares down with wide eyes as his own cock rubs against Hale’s body. When he lifts up again there is a moment where he wonders what would happen, what Hale would do if he got up and stopped. He won’t, he wants it too badly now to stop, but…
He drops down again. Rises, falls, rises, falls, fucks himself on Hale’s hard prick until the muscles of his thighs start to burn. The man helps him with a firm grip. The sense of fullness only increases and Jonah can hear the constant high moans falling from his lips.
Hale holds him up, thrusts his hips to pound into Jonah and the sudden change has a scream of pleasure flying from him before he can even think to stifle it.
“That’s it, boy,” Hale hisses, “so good, knew you’d be good, fuck! Tell me how it feels.”
The words hit Jonah like a bullet. They twist in his gut, coil around him and squeeze until he is panting Hale’s name like a litany. He can’t form sentences. He can’t think, can’t do anything but let Hale fuck him and gasp as he reaches down, rubs his cock in time with each powerful thrust. Each movement causes a wet slap, their hips meeting in a slowly degrading rhythm as they hurtle towards the end.
Jonah doesn’t want it to end.
He wants to stay here, suspended in sweet, aching pleasure until he loses his mind with it.
But that is impossible.
He falls into orgasm, muscles tensing and shaking, pulse hammering and his voice crying out into the air around them and it feels like-
Freedom.
Beneath him, Hale swears and holds onto him tighter. He pauses, lifts Jonah up and doesn’t protest when he lands heavily on the taller man’s chest. Jonah listens to the slick sound of Hale’s hand on his cock, bites and kisses at his neck as Hale comes with a low and rasping moan.
Fullness is replaced by a strange, almost beautiful emptiness. He shivers and curls up on Hale’s chest, mouths at his neck and tries to regain his breath. He doesn’t quite succeed, but then neither does Hale.
They lay together on the bed, two bodies soaked with sweat, lungs heaving and laughter beginning to bubble in their chests.
“Thank you,” Jonah mumbles.
Hale snorts a laugh. “Don’t thank me, kid, you did most of the work.”
“Still…”
Silence descends. It’s a warm, gentle silence, one that feels more like comfort than oppression. Jonah doesn’t want to break it. He feels exhaustion creep over him and is asleep before he can even think of moving.
He wakes alone. A blanket is draped over him, a pitcher of water on the table, and a hastily written note.
‘Keep out of trouble, small one. Until next time.’
Jonah smiles despite the disappointment in his chest. He had hoped for a little more time with the outlaw, more than the single afternoon they had shared. And if he had hoped for another round…
But, as Hale had written; he will wait until next time.
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marypickfords · 2 years
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Mark of Lilith (Bruna Fionda; Polly Gladwin; Isiling Mack-Nataf, 1986)
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realmspod · 10 months
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Our core cast of seven supremely talented roleplayers is ready to whisk you away on daring adventures and thrilling journeys. Zack, Maddy, James, Naomi, Pip, Liz and Laura bring the light and joy of a group of friends playing at the table with the pure brilliance of practiced performers and storytellers crafting a tale just for you.
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Meet pristine goth @maddyisabstract 🕸️ known for everyone’s favourite nervous student necromancer Isadora, they’re a soft spoken scot with a heart for the underdog and has never been successfully convicted of raising the dead 💀 You probably know Maddy from their astounding work as GM on Chapter & Multiverse or their prolific work on streams like Girls Run These Worlds and Actual Play UK!
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You know her as the sad girl under your bed, it’s @naomithinksit! Her infamous chicken nugget wizard from the estate Monty is the boy everyone loves to hate! 🍗
She always top level jokes, london facts and makes choices that punch you in the gut when you least expect it. 🤜 She's the Secret of St. Kilda's killer writer ready to bring the action!
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Head lad @zackfg is GM, Scheduler and Technician - is there anything he can’t do?? (Yes– whisper🤫)
He writes mad intricate mysteries that will keep you guessing, wonderful world building and twists that will knock your tits/socks clean off! 🫥 You might know Zack from his work on audio dramas like the sci-fi EPIC The Orphans, or as the producer for Dob, Merilwen, Corazon, and Prudence along with Everyone Else in the World in Oxventure!
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It’s the most lovable grump Pip Gladwin. 🥰Crack through his hard shell and meet the gooey charismatic guy within, a versatile player who can bring light and humour to the darkest of characters. His withering looks can kill at 100ft. 😨
You'll know Pip from his stellar voice acting work in Wooden Overcoats, Doctor Who Redacted and more!
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What happens when an immovable object meets and unstoppable force? Laura. 💣💥
Laura Girling is the master of playing the most chaotic characters absolutely straight, while everyone else loses their goddam minds. 🤫 Her hair is so big because it’s full of secrets.
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It’s our musical maestro James Barbarossa! Co-creator with Zack and genius composer.
He writes amazing original music that give realms it’s trademark ~vibes~ 🎷 If that wasn’t enough he does voices, gm’s and plays with a talent for turning the absurd into the sublime.
James is a voice actor and composer whose work has been featured on podcasts like The Orphans and the Call of Cthulhu Mystery Program!
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No table is complete without @LizxCampbell🎲She’s the chameleon player every GM dreams of, finding the keys to move the story, making gorgeous exciting characters and actually taking notes. Real notes. 📝
There’s no sharper mind and no-one more collaborative than Liz.🎉
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What are you waiting for?! 💫 Grab your dice and let’s go explore the Realms of Peril & Glory together! We’ll see you there! 🥰🔗Just go to RealmsPod.com/about to find out more!
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ask-mr-moon · 2 months
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kwebtv · 3 months
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Nearest and Dearest - ITV - August 15, 1968 - February 7, 1973
Sitcom (45 Episodes)
Running Time: 30 minutes
Stars:
Hylda Baker as Nellie Pledge
Jimmy Jewel as Eli Pledge
Madge Hindle as Lillie Tattersall
Edward Malin as Walter Tattersall
Joe Gladwin as Stan Hardman
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D.Gladwin :: Jupiter
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“The ancient world was settled so sparsely that nature was not yet eclipsed by man. Nature hit you in the eye so plainly and grabbed you so fiercely and so tangibly by the scruff of the neck that perhaps it really was still full of gods.”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
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