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celtic-paolino · 1 year
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Was missing a true Italian meal: focaccia with mortadella and porchetta! #focaccia #mortadella #porchetta #food #italy #love #myland #missitaly (presso Arras, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoAGgCFKIYW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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andimahsong139 · 2 years
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A #clearsign I'm growing #potatoes not on #myland :)))) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjNaJY2Bjtt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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imawriternotamagican · 5 months
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Petition to make Grace's middle name 'Myland' so it's 'Ryland Myland Grace'
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roughridingrednecks · 6 months
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Mylander
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stylestappen · 2 years
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bernd getting in more laps today than the entire year probably
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lalaalola · 1 year
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Yaşam eve dönmekten ibarettir. Satıcılar, sekreterler, madenciler, arı yetiştiriciler, sihirbazlar yani hepimiz için. İç huzuru olmayan herkes eve dönmenin bir yolunu arar.
-Kaç tane görüyorsun?
-Dört parmak var.
-Hayır, hayır. Bana bak.
-Sen probleme odaklanıyorsun. Eğer probleme odaklanırsan çözümü göremezsin. Asla probleme odaklanma. Bana bak! Kaç tane görüyorsun? Parmakların ardına bak. Kaç tane görüyorsun?
-Sekiz.
-Sekiz. Sekiz. Evet! Evet! Sekiz iyi bir cevap. Kimsenin göremediğini görmelisin. Başkalarının korkudan, uyum kaygısından, tembellikten ötürü görmemeyi tercih ettiğini gör. Bak, tüm dünya her gün yenileniyor. 
PATCH ADAMS - 1998
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myfairynuffstuff · 4 months
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Magdalena Magiera (b.1981) - The Ruler, Myland No.39. 2023. Acrylic and pastel on canvas.
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otvian · 5 months
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The king of My’s
A legend goes that in tangled depths lives a king of thousands eyes, anyone who gets close to his lair runs away scared of the beast. No one has ever seen the whole creature, only its pink glowing eyes from the dark as it observed your every move.
The entrance to his home is filled with flowers, like a garden of purple and pink roses. Locals mention purple butterflies around that area, leaving or coming back to the lair. No one dared to go inside, but there was one sylvari interested in the place.
Aurora curious about the mysterious decided it was worth investigating.
"A king living in a flowery kingdom, I hope the legends are true" she thought as her destination was getting closer and closer. As she walked a purple butterfly appeared nearby, interested in it she got closer. As she was looking at it, it suddenly disappeared into thin air.
She jumped away, surprised.
The whole case was just getting more weird, it wasn’t the first time she saw them but it was always near a mesmer.
What were they doing in the middle of a jungle?
She stood in front of a flowery gate, just as the legend spoke a thousand eyes appeared in the dark.
"Leave" a deep voice barked at her. After that all the eyes closed.
Of course, she would never leave. Her curiosity had to be fed.
So she walked through the gate into the dark, butterflies started flying around her and the smell of fresh roses filled the air.
She suddenly saw light where she entered a large clearing. Badly made houses stood overgrown in front of her, she heard whispers around.
"Hello?" She carefully said back,
But a silence only answered, all voices going quiet.
She wondered into the small village and noticed farm plots full of carrots between the houses. Quickly she arrived in a small plaza with a statue of what looked like an asura.
As she wondered around a noise came up from an elevated house.
"Ehem" she put her focus on the noise,
A small pink haired asura in a crown stood on the balcony.
"Welcome brave adventure to MyLand! I, Marcell My the king of this kingdom, welcomes you kindly!" He said proudly, suddenly many purple clones of him stood around clapping and cheering for their king.
"We rarely get outsiders here, so please excuse that my people would hide from you, I hope they treat you well as you're our new guest" and as he announced that he left into his house.
Aurora stood there dumbfounded. What was that? She thought, all around her were clones of the king smiling and waving.
The village suddenly was lively and everyone was around her.
"What is this place?" She asked the villagers,
"Oh, deary! This is MyLand! The greatest place in this... em... world!" One of the villagers exclaimed.
That did not explain much to her, she decided to get to Kings house. She walked up the stairs and knocked on his door.
"Open up, I just want to talk" she yelled,
After a minute the door slowly opened and the asura came out looking worried.
"Ah yes, do you need something out dear guest?" He asked proudly.
"Are you okey?" Aurora just shoot that straight, leaving Marcell surprised.
"Well of course traveller! I am very happy to be a king of my dear people" this time his voice didn't sound so sure.
Aurora felt kinda worried about him.
"I love how this place looks, the roses really fit it" she tried to maybe change the topic.
"Thank you, I planted them myself" he fell silent after that looking into the distance,
An awkward silence filled around them.
"Do you feel alone King Marcell?" She asked.
"Of course not dear guest, I have all my citizens to keep me company" his voice didn't assure of that.
"Why don't you enjoy what the village has to offer while I take care of some King business?" He offered and quickly disappeared inside his house.
"Huh, I guess so" she thought and stared at the mysterious village of an alone king and his clones.
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busyinsnips · 2 months
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On Angel Wings Mylands Emulsion, Plaster Bandage, Acrylic & Crayon on Found Wood (Block – Granton Harbour Driftwood – Seafield Beach, Edinburgh) H: 39 x W: 12 x D: 12 cm (approx) | 2 March 2024
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@busytinsnips
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oldestmofohere · 10 months
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Spalted tamarind bowl I turned a couple weeks ago. Finished with Mylands friction polish.
This is my 5th bowl, just for fun. Making wood chips and dopamine, and sometimes even a bowl.
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artielotl · 8 months
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congrats to bert mylander for winning the formula 2 feature race at monza
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starcaptainslangs · 2 months
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Day 65: MyLang, Possession
Today's prompt was to consider different types of possession that the lang might use. I decided that there isn't an alienable/inalienable possession distinction because I have that in K'awatl'a and I want to try something different.
I did decide to have different cases to be used when talking about an object that was made by someone or temporarily owned by someone instead of just using the genitive for all of those. I think this is also justified because the genitive is derived from the Proto-MyLand word *khura "property".
So for an object made by someone, like Hadrian's Wall, you'd use the Locative case, éra
ko pél éra Hadrian Hadrian's Wall, lit. The wall at Hadrian
For an object temporarily owned or borrowed you'd use the Instrumental case, sá
dhe tóg sa Ódhi Ódhi's house (that they rent), lit. the house with Ódhi
That's it for today!
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Mylander
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indrasixxer88 · 2 months
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#xhias #ussr ahahahahhah lmao
#again #immanhuh #therruth #mylands them well how u say pisa
#xejiera #china #mejierafans ahahahah
#joan I don't get it lie they attack us with the same shit we no how to beat
Lie they need to die
Ahahahhah
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"The Shadow," decided the commissioner, "is a doubtful character. Cardona still persists that he is fighting on the side of the law. I insist that his behavior at Growdy's points to the contrary." "Don't condemn The Shadow, Commissioner," protested Joe Cardona. [...] "Because they drove him away. He was in flight. The Shadow's bullets were wide." "Not down in the cellar, Commissioner--" Weston pounded the table in angered interruption. He glared at the detective, then turned to Caleb Myland. [...] "Therefore, I am inclined to revert to my original opinion. Crime battlers sometimes turn crook. The Cobra has not turned crook. The Shadow, in all probability, has." "But you can't prove that, Mr. Myland--" The interjection came from Joe Cardona. Commissioner Weston stopped it with a wave of his hand. "You cannot prove otherwise, Cardona," he declared. "Therefore, you should not interrupt Myland's theory. Go ahead, Myland.["]
-#051: The Cobra
Joe facing down both his boss and an expert criminologist and still fervently arguing in defense of The Shadow is reminding me why I love him.
Also this is one of those meetings that would often include Weston's good friend and confidant Lamont Cranston, and I'm amused by the thought that he's not present because he knows he would not be able to resist the urge to throttle Weston.
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htmillll · 9 months
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THISIS MYLAND THISIS culture THISIS MY cradle THISIS KILL MY VIBES
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