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fripperiesandfobs · 1 year
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Robe à la française ca. 1765-75
From the Museum of Vancouver
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viejospellejos · 1 year
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gwyngraves · 4 days
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today's sticker finds in Portland OR
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illustratus · 9 months
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Roman villa in Gaul sacked by the hordes of Attila the Hun
'Attila et les Huns, ou l'assaut des Tartares.' by Georges Rochegrosse
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toyastales · 3 months
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Louis Vuitton Lunch Bag
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comicwaren · 6 months
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From Dark X-Men Vol. 2 #003, “Darker with the Day”
Art by Jonas Scharf and Frank Martin
Written by Steve Foxe
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sliebman10 · 1 year
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Sack
"Remus, what happened…did you -" Sirius asked urgently, his eyes darting between Remus and the door.
"No, I resigned. I didn't get sacked," Remus said with a sigh. "So now what?"
"Let's take Harry and get the hell out of here," Sirius said, his fight or flight instinct taking over.
"We're going to add kidnapping to your supposed crimes?" Remus asked, shaking his head.
"That's something I actually would be guilty of, Moony," Sirius said with an eye roll. "So…what do you say? Are you with me?"
Remus gave him a conspiratorial smile." You even have to ask?"
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Spotless & sack
for @wolfstarmicrofic
It doesn't take long for Remus to clean up and clear out. A slow wave of his wand sends the few personal effects he has flying into his secondhand trunk. It's all vaguely reminiscent of past times, Hogwarts-times, when packing up at the end of a term took hours when paired with the goofing off of the four boys in Gryffindor tower.
Another wave of his wand and his things are all tossed in a sack that James had magically-extended when they took their post-graduatuon camping trip, which they had kept in hopes of getting to use again soon, when the war was over.
Remus finds himself left with more than he anticipated, even after the ministry officials haphazardly picked through their one bedroom flat, eyes suspicious and appraising as Remus showed them their room, pointed out what was his and what was his.
A last wave of his wand, a bit of basic household magic picked up from Mrs. Potter, and the flat is spotless. Scar-less. Ready for some other young hopefuls to move in and make their own history. The keys that are still clenched in Remus' hand are the only evidence he was here, had once belonged here.
Remus shrinks down his trunk, featherlight in his pocket, and slings the sack over his shoulder, the weight of it heavy despite the magic imbued into it. The keys, he leaves on the kitchen counter, the spot they always left them. The door, left ajar as he steps out, out into this new world, on his own again.
cross-posted on a03
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theoddsideofme · 2 years
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undercooked-icicle · 2 months
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WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN THE POINT OF THAT STUPID FUCKING BALL SACK!!! Don't give me that "it's for cleaning!" Bulshit. Them balls don't get dirty????. They always are shiny!!!! You go to the bowling alley and they are all shiny. Why would they be dirty??? The lane is always clean???
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illustratus · 1 year
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The Sack of Jerusalem by the Romans
by François Joseph Heim
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oui-bo · 9 months
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kokonoko84 · 2 months
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Santa Claus vs the Krampus
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gameraboy2 · 2 years
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Oscar Mayer's Great New "Sack O'Sauce in a Can O'Meat", 1950 ad
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