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stadiumgods · 2 years

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remco evenepoel

#remco evenepoel #<3 #cycling #s #bibshorts #quick step

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brandonjnelson · 1 year

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How To Compose A Traditional American Military/Quick-Step March

It shouldn’t surprise you that there exist literally thousands upon thousands of examples of this traditional American-style march. This march type used to be considered the popular music of its heyday (late 19th century into the early 20th century) and composers cashed in big time. Sousa, Fillmore, and King are the big names but there are hundreds of others who tried their hands at this march…

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#arts #classical music #composer #composers #composition #culture #fillmore #karl king #march #miliary march #music #new music #quick step #sousa

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pubcapscott · 2 years

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Quick Step-Alpha Vinyl Specialized Shiv TT - Kasper Asgreen

Quick Step-Alpha Vinyl Specialized Shiv TT – Kasper Asgreen

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shrillkessel · 2 years

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I’m really fucked up about the Julian Alaphilippe thing? He almost died five days ago and all of the conversations are about whether or not he’s going to recover in time for the Tour.

I mean, if I nearly drowned in my own fluids at the bottom of a ditch and only survived because a quick-thinking friend happened to think “Hey, where’s Shrill?” at the right time, going back to work would be the least of my concerns.

#julian alaphilippe #cycling #liege bastogne liege #quick step #uci

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souvboa · 1 year

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Rooftops DJ Souv SLT 12pm Tuesday 22 November 2022 by Souv Boa Via Flickr: Terrazza Rooftops presents Ballroom set with DJ Souv and Host Jc We are glad to invite you to party with us at the Terrazza, the amazing ballroom of Rooftops DJ Souv selected a subtle cocktail of solo and couple dances classic, oldies and news tunes It is time of fun, good music, relaxing ambiance, where you can bring your special one or meet someone special... WHEN: Thursday 22 November - SLT 12pm WHERE: Terrazza / Rooftops MUSIC: Classic, oldies and news from all the world ATTIRE: Formal is suggested maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Honor/225/137/3578

#rumba #jazz #tango #samba #paso doble #bolero #charleston #rock'n roll #quick step #waltz #salsa #blues #slow #romance #rooftops #terrazza #souv #boa #souv boa #secondlife #party #dance #flickr

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nerdpoe · 17 days

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Vlad was injured by the GIW, and fled through a random experimental portal they had. He landed outside a smoking warehouse in Ethiopia, next to a dying child.

The kid was beat to hell and back, and worse off than Vlad himself.

There was a clown, ducking into a car, covered in the kids blood.

Vlad, desperate for an outlet for his anger at being stupid enough to be caught by the GIW, immediately turns around and hunts the man down.

By the time he's done with the clown, he's even eaten the man's newly formed ghost, permanently ending the threat.

Which leads to his current predicament; the dying kid is still dying, and he's calmed down enough to know he would feel bad later about letting some random kid die like this.

Luckily, he saw some ninjas while he was killing the clown, and after a short conversation, they agree to take the boy.

Vlad feels accomplished.

After all, what child wouldn't want to be raised by ninjas?

Meanwhile, Jason, delirious from pain and smoke inhalation, thinks he saw Batman murder the Joker and then turn around and sell him to Ra's Al Ghul (Vlad in his ghost form has pointy things on his head, and Jason was so fucked up he thought it was the cowl).

Jason's still fucked up and pissed when he comes back, but for entirely different reasons.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #vlad: i have done a good deed today daniel i gave an injured child to ninjas to live out his dream #danny: wait couldn't you have just taken him to a hospital and called his parents?#vlad: HE'S LIVING HIS DREAM DANIEL LET THE BOY LIVE #vlad: anyways step into this electric box real quick i need to make more clones #and thus vlad completely forgot about jason or the joker

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retrogamingloft · 2 years

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Quick Step Longplay (Atari 2600 Game) - Warning: Contains Flashing Lights! Original, fun, (a bit) weird, but too easy and too short...

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kwillow · 4 months

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As an eligible young noble of no small fame, Ambroys had a number of arranged courtships and suitresses in his youth, but any nascent marriages always fell through.

It's not that he didn't try; he certainly knew how to court a lady (perhaps too well, according to many fathers and husbands), and when he lacked knowledge on the affairs of womens' hearts, he sought counsel from a young woman who was a dear friend of his (perhaps too much counsel, according to his own father). Nonetheless, all he garnered for his efforts was separation after separation.

Ah, well. Maybe it was for the best.

#been working on this for a while... was just struck by the fact that I don't have much showing Ambroys' character in his “normal” “everyday”#so I wanted to do something “short” and “quick” to try to highlight some of his... quirks #and to contrast the loverman persona I think he's garnered #like yeah he's good at romance but also he's so fucking bad at it #just like he's good and bad at everything to do with interacting with people really #no matter how well you mimic dance steps it doesn't count for much when you don't know what the music is #or something like that...#also wanted to draw Lou (the goat) his girl best friend (with benefits)#who is actually quite important to him and his history but who I haven't drawn actually speaking or having a face yet #comics #my draws #amaranthine #ambroys #anthro #fantasy #unicorn #etc

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pubcapscott · 2 years

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Fabio Jakobsen's Specialized S-Works Tarmac SL7, Leaders Green and Yellow S-Works Evade 3's

Fabio Jakobsen’s Specialized S-Works Tarmac SL7, Leaders Green and Yellow S-Works Evade 3’s

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muffinlance · 1 year

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Prompt: Azula joins Zuko on his Avatar hunt instead of Iroh. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I'm certain to be entertained by whatever follows.

Ozai and Ursa were already dead by the time Iroh arrived home. He stepped from his ship into the palanquin, and rode past the places of their execution, holding the urn of his son’s ashes.

He had no time to entrust them to the Fire Sages before his father summoned him. He brought them along, because this was an easier thing than setting them down. And perhaps Lu Ten’s grandfather would like to see him once more, outside of the family shrine. Iroh would have given anything—

He placed the urn on the floor next to him. It did not kneel when he did. Fire Lord Azulon surveyed him from behind the flames.

“Rise, my son. It is good to have you home.”

They did not speak of Lu Ten. His father had always been a man to look to the flames of the future, rather than the ashes of the past.

* * *

They hanged Ursa, as befitted her attempted crime, and her past station.

They burned Ozai, as befitted his. A child of Agni should always return to the flames.

The children of the traitors had been stricken from the family line. Had been placed in the capital prison; bait for the trap. Azulon was keeping close eye on those who expressed concern for the offspring of regicides. Ozai had expected support for his position; it would be Iroh’s second task to sift through the court, and discard the chaff.

His first task was a more practical resowing. Azulon had already selected a handful of candidates: women of suitable birth and known loyalties. The wedding date had been set, pending selection of the bride.

“Thank you, father,” Iroh said.

Lu Ten held his silence.

* * *

Azula had never liked the servants who’d fussed at her hair and clothes, who’d pulled and tugged until she was perfect, like perfect was a thing outside of her for others to bestow. She only had to look at Zuko to know how far tailored robes and well-oiled hair could take one.

She couldn’t see Zuzu from her cell. Her robes were too cold against the stone and every tug to wrap them tighter just made them worse, she could see it in the guards’ faces, the way they’d stared when she’d first arrived and looked a few days after and now they barely even saw. No one would talk to her, no matter her demands. They didn’t even stop their own conversations anymore; just slid in her food and kept walking and batted away her fires and it was cold here.

There were things crawling in her hair that her nails couldn’t dig out. Sometimes she thought she heard Zuzu yelling, but she couldn’t be sure. And it would have been undignified to yell back. She was a princess. She was fifth in line for the dragon throne.

Fourth, now that Lu Ten was dead.

Third, because father was, too.

He’d yelled and then he’d screamed and it hadn’t done anything but make the crowd jeer. Fire Lord Azulon had been silent. Poised. In control. She was his namesake and she would be too.

She was nine.

* * *

Zuko yelled until his throat burned. The guards didn’t care, they didn’t listen to him, which was nothing new. He shouted and shouted and his own ears hurt. Maybe that’s why he never heard Azula calling back.

Grandfather had made them watch when he’d killed father and, and—

If grandfather had Azula killed, he would have made Zuko watch that, too. Azula was probably just better at being a prisoner than he was. Maybe the guards even talked to her.

He was eleven.

* * *

Iroh’s new wife was a third his age. A flower just coming to bloom. She looked like his first wife; Azulon knew his preferences. She was young enough to be Lu Ten’s sister. She smiled and laughed each day with the other court wives, and came to his room with lists of possible dissenters to discuss in their marital bed. It was not the pillow talk he was used to, but it was charming, in its way. She liked to lay on her stomach and kick her feet above her as they traced the web of treachery with his dead brother at its center. She was here to have his children—a task at which she worked with admirable diligence—and to be the acting Fire Lady. She had not had to struggle and flaunt herself for his affections; she had been picked from a line-up, her expectations realistic, her motives aligned with his. It was the least romantic relationship Iroh had ever been part of. It was… refreshing.

On the day the palace doctor confirmed their newly budded line of succession, the Fire Lord called them both in for congratulations. And for pruning.

* * *

Zuko had turned twelve, but had not realized it. Azula had turned ten. She’d counted the days.

Iroh had not been able to visit them in prison; only to inquire as to their treatment. Individual cells, regular meals of reasonable quality, no abuses. He’d moved his own people into position to ensure the last.

Azulon had moved them back, after a delay for his soft-hearted son’s conscience. They could not waste loyal men on cuckoo-vipers. And Iroh could not waste his father’s good will. Not when it would be needed in the future, for the most important request.

* * *

“And your wife agrees to this?” asked the Fire Lord, behind his flames.

Iroh’s wife had not been directly addressed, and so did not reply. She sat in polite and perfect seiza, her head raised, as befitted the woman currently running her half of the court. Azulon had never seen fit to replace his own wife, after all.

“She does,” Iroh spoke for her. “We have spoken on the issue at length, and believe it best. Our family is small, and cannot afford to be smaller. The children are young; too young to have been in their parents’ confidences. With proper guidance—”

“And how would they place in the line of succession?” Azulon asked. “How would they chafe, how would they plot, with a decade’s experience over your eldest?”

Lu Ten’s own connections at court had been built while his cousins were still in diapers. But he was no longer Iroh’s eldest.

“We believe—”

“No,” his father interrupted again. “I will not allow their adoption. Not by you, where they could smother your own babe in the cradle, and certainly not by someone I trust less.”

Which was everyone, since the night his daughter-in-law had served him tea sent by his son.

“Father,” Iroh began, and his wife shifted her elbow just so, the only indication that she wished to dig it into his ribcage. “They are young, and innocent. They are my beloved nephew and niece. Your grandchildren. We cannot in good conscience—”

‘Good conscience’ had never factored into his father’s policies. Iroh had… begun to realize that, of late. His wife let out a small sigh, deliberately audible only to the man next to her. She had cautioned very strongly against a—how had she put it?—a feelings-based approach to this situation. Feelings rarely factored into her own decisions. She had been hand-selected by his father, after all.

His wife went into a half-bow, her head lowered. “May I speak, my lord?”

The flames crackled. The shadow of his father inclined its head, just slightly.

“To kill the children is wise, and I admit, would set my mind at ease for my own child’s sake. But my husband feels strongly on this matter, and so I support him, for his happiness is my own. May I suggest a compromise? To place them outside the court, where they cannot build influence, nor harm your son’s heirs. A position from which you can judge their characters and value to the nation as they grow.”

“You suggest banishment,” the Fire Lord said.

“Not unstructured, of course. To leave them roaming freely would invite those that would take them in. Perhaps a military commission? As they are commoners, they should begin from a rank befitting their station, of course. Let them prove their worth on their own merit.”

Iroh could not see through the flames, but he knew his wife’s small smile was reflected on his father’s face.

“A naval position,” the Fire Lord said. “On a ship that does not frequently make port. The frontlines would be the best place for them to prove themselves, wouldn’t you agree?”

Iroh closed his eyes.

“Father,” he said. “Please,” and he could feel his wife willing him to stop talking. The Fire Lord had already agreed to spare their lives. A banishment could be undone, so long as he and the children both outlived the man before them. “I… thank you for your wisdom in this ruling. But perhaps, if they complete some feat worthy of our line, they could be allowed to return?”

The flames were hot against his face. His new wife was still and silent against his side. His father… his father laughed, a low exhalation, the wheeze of a humorless old man.

“Let them bring me the Avatar,” Fire Lord Azulon said, “and I will welcome them home with honor.”

* * *

Zuko didn’t know why they’d pulled him from his cell or scrubbed him down or taken his old clothes. They’d been dirty but they could have been cleaned. His new clothes were scratchy, and too big, and they looked like a common soldier’s, and… and—

And they’d shaved his hair.

* * *

It had gotten rid of the bugs, Azula admitted, in the privacy of her own mind. Still. She memorized the faces of the woman who’d held her down and the man who’d shorn her. For future reference.

They hadn’t bothered sizing her new outfit for a child. Azula noted the quartermaster’s face, as well.

* * *

They were put on a ship. It was the first time they’d seen each other in nearly a year.

Zuzu looked at her head, and wisely said nothing.

She raised an eyebrow at his, and graciously granted him the same.

It was hard to tell them apart. They had their mother’s face. And their father’s.

* * *

Their captain’s name was Zhao. He invited them to dinner in his private quarters, once the Fire Nation was behind them. Zuko fidgeted. Azula didn’t.

The captain spoke on how much potential he saw in them, under a commander who saw their true value.

Together, they could go far. Very far, indeed.

Azula smiled and said all the things she thought father would have said. Zuko scowled.

Zhao brushed over their arms with his own while reaching for things. He served them more when they said they were already full. He squeezed their shoulders when he brought them back to their rooms, which were next to his, even though the rest of the lower crewmen slept together in the same big cabin. Zuko scowled harder.

Azula was invited back. Zuko wasn’t.

* * *

Zhao was… Zhao wasn’t a good person.

“I know that, dum-dum. But do you want to stay banished forever?”

“Uncle said—”

“Uncle’s going to change his mind, when he has his own heir and a spare. We’re threats, Zuzu. And Zhao knows father’s old friends. He’s one of the smart ones.”

The dumb ones had already been executed.

“I… I think he wants to—to tie himself to the royal line.”

“Eww,” she said. “I’m ten. If he wants to get engaged, I’ll just break it when we’ve got the throne. It will be too late for him to retract his support, then.”

They’d barely left port before Zhao had made his first move. He didn’t seem like a man who waited.

Azula was ten, but Zuko was twelve. Being twelve was almost thirteen, which was almost a teenager, which was almost an adult, and adults understood things that ten year olds didn’t.

They had to get off this ship. They had to go home.

Zuko had to find the Avatar.

* * *

(This ficlet is now posted on AO3.)

#are you not entertained?#eventually this one will be a Fire Lord Iroh AU #better hope he gets that throne quick <3 #Happy Ending: and then they joined the southern raiders just as Hakoda was setting sail #and Hakoda was unprepared for these feral fuzzy-headed children suddenly on his ship #Bad Ending: and then they joined the southern raiders when Zuko was sixteen and Azula was fourteen #after four years with Zhao #Zuko: *shakes Aang until he glows then yeets him at Zhao like a grenade*#Azula: that's a good first step to being my favorite brother #but I still don't have a crown in my hair Zuzu #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #Zuko #Azula #Iroh #I actually really like Iroh's new wife?#RIP one-off OC I'll probably never use again #you are the politically climbing aro-ace rep we deserve #New Wife: sure I'll exchange my firstborn for ultimate power in my nation #wait I can keep the kid too?#sweet deal #ficlet #Cuckoo-Vipers

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drbtinglecannon · 2 years

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How it started vs how it ended...

Hunter was doing well in the Human Realm. He was in a healthy loving environment, he had friends and family, he was able to do as he pleased, it was safe to have Flapjack out and about, and truthfully he probably doesn't have many fond memories for the Boiling Isles given his upbringing, of which he basically admits to Gus.

But by the end of it... The Human Realm is where Flapjack died. Even after they were supposed to be safe from Belos -- he was supposed to finally be safe from Belos, the villain still showed up, and still mortally wounded Flapjack and Hunter himself, so Flapjack made the choice to sacrifice themselves to save Hunter. And now they're gone, and Hunter is more scarred than ever, and his appearance has changed once again due to Belos.

He was smiling a lot more in the Human Realm than he ever did before, but when it came time to leave he didn't look back or hesitate, and he called the Boiling Isles "home" instead.

#toh #toh spoilers #toh hunter #hunter toh #toh flapjack #gus porter #emperor belos #he was honestly thriving in the human realm but... by the end he was quick to leave first...#gus & willow said silly goodbyes. amity stayed to have a moment w luz. luz & camila prepared themselves for the step in.. hunter just went #the owl house #thanks to them #tc posts

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marvelnatswhore · 1 year

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imagine step mommy wanda teaching you how to kiss..

step mommy wanda x fem reader

a little nsfw and making out

this is absolutely a porn trope

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imagine wanda knocks on your door in the evening, coming in and sitting on the side of your bed where you're laying, telling you she saw your search history.

you'd freeze at the thought as your mind goes through every filthy thing you watched in the last week alone, all those late. lonely nights with your hand in your pants..

you feel her touch your thigh, "looking up how to kiss? Baby. If you didn't know why didn't you ask me? I always have time for you, darling."

"it's embarrassing." You muttered trying to avoid her eyes on you. you feel the mattress dip as wanda moves closer to you.

"it's not embarrassing, sweetheart. you're just so innocent, of course you don't know these things." Her hand cups your cheek tilting your head to look at her as she smooths her thumb over your cheek.

"I wouldn't be a good mommy if i didn't help you with these things right?"

you nod feeling you feel warm all of a sudden

"let mommy help you, baby."

wanda strokes your bottom lip with her thumb, slow strokes that make your head feel light as she leans in.

"just relax, sweetheart, mommy's going to show you."

wanda closes the space between your both, her soft lips press against yours and a whimper escapes you, quickly hushed as wanda pulls you closer, kissing you deeper, guiding her hand through your hair as her tongue slips into your mouth and you moan softly.

she kisses you deeper and slower, taking control, submerging her tongue in your mouth and swirling it against your own, only pulling away between breaths to whisper sweet comands to you.

"good girl baby"

"just like that-"

"use your tongue, honey"

it feels wrong but you can't help it and her lips are so soft and it makes something in you feel warm and fuzzy, especially between your legs, you try not to focus on it and wanda hums praisingly when you press yourself closer to her and her breasts brush your own.

when wanda finally pulls away you're almost panting for air, you want to keep kissing her, it feels so good and wanda chuckles, seeing it in your eyes.

"Good girl." wanda whispers, offering a soft peck to your lips "very good."

"thank you mommy." you mutter, feeling suddenly soft and agreeable

"of course, sweet." wanda whispers "mommy's always here to help"

the feeling between your legs is harder to ignore "mommy.. it feels weird."

wanda simply smiles and her hand rubs your thigh "it's perfectly normal to feel like that baby, you just like mommy's kisses, that's all."

"is it sticky down there?" she asks and you nod feeling your cheeks flushing.

"mommy can help with that too, baby."

#im still procrastinating #step mommy wanda #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda x reader #drabble #ahh ignore me #i did this was too quick so it's not edited

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