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sheltiechicago · 1 year
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Heavyweights: Menorca’s pioneers carved out a life using the blocks of limestone that were abundant during the Ice Age on the Spanish island. Those towers, one of 1,000 talayots constructed, are now a candidate for UNESCO’s World Heritage List, a recognition of cultural treasures. The hypostyle hall above (a roof supported by columns) at the Torre d’en Galmés site was attached to a circular home and probably used to store food or keep livestock.
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARCO ANSALONI
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angelkarafilli · 9 months
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Palma,Mallorca
The “pearl of the Mediterranean”.
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gofordigitalindia · 10 months
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viatravelers · 2 years
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On the strikingly beautiful southeastern coast of the Spanish island of Mallorca, there’s a tiny beach that’s as close to paradise as any of us will ever get. The name of the beach is Caló des Moro, and it’s nestled in a rocky cove surrounded by pine-covered limestone cliffs.
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soups-archive · 4 months
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more signs were discovered around the spawn area!
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svtskneecaps · 2 months
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friends i just desperately need to remind everyone that in the quest to save bobby the conditions were that his parents stay alive during it and ROIER DIED. i need you all to remember that THEY FAILED. roier did not just go DOWN did not pop a TOTEM he DIED and he RESPAWNED. they FAILED. bobby stayed dead because they said KEEP ROIER AND JAIDEN SAFE and ROIER DIED. not downed, not bleeding, DIED.
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rip rip potato chip MUERTO MURIÓ DIED
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this post has been in my brain for literal months btw i just went over the edge and posted today lmao. anyway, excited for the trial
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heart-wit-strength · 9 months
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The existence of warships in amphibia universe is so funny when you remember there's like. only one continent
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dutch-wanderlust · 6 months
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beatricecenci · 9 months
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Santiago Rusiñol i Prats (Spanish, 1861-1931)
Muralla verde. Sa Coma, V
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The eggs are asleep, and finally Philza and Missa can catch a moment to themselves. Unfortunately, catching that moment means admitting to the injuries they have been hiding from their children - fussing over scratches while having arrowheads lodged next to your spine is the duty of a parent on Quesadilla Island, but an exhausting one.
Missa's quick fingers manage to pull said arrowhead from Philza's back, the momentary flash of pain causing him to nearly drop the iodine solution. He doesn't, though, just a little stain on the floorboards, and so he continues applying it to the wound in Missa's leg.
He barely notices the scratch of a needle against his back, but Missa cannot help but whine as the gauze is pressed against his wound.
"I hate it here," Missa manages, thankfully in English as Philza is in no position to twist and see his translator. "Why is everything trying to kill us?"
"The island fucking hates us, is why," Philza grouches, reaching over for a bandage. He's managed to get Missa's leg to stop bleeding, but it should still be covered. "Enjoy the island my ass."
Missa giggles a bit, even as he tapes a dressing in place over the arrow wound. He says something in Spanish which is definitely too fast for Philza to parse; he tries to turn and look, only to be gently pressed back into position.
"It's nothing," Missa assures him. "But the skeletons! Why are they so bad?"
"The skeletons aren't even the worst of it," Philza groans back. "If you ever see glowing eyes and nothing else? Run."
There's a long pause, and Philza hopes that Missa understands the severity of his warning - a Nightmare Stalker is exactly that, and Philza knows Missa is not nearly equipped to handle one. If he struggles as he does, he doesn't want to think about how his partner would suffer in his stead.
"It's okay," Missa pats his shoulder a few times, leaning around his wings to do so. "I'm good at running. It's my special talent!"
"You're good at a lot of things," Philza promises.
Missa doesn't reply; this time when Philza turns, he is allowed to. His entire body aching he sits himself up and twists himself around, taking Missa's face him his hands.
"You are so good," he promises. "So, so good. There's nobody else I would want to raise my eggs with."
There's more on the tip of his tongue; Philza quashes it as Missa closes his eyes, rest of his expression hidden by his mask.
Philza can see Missa struggle with his words for a bit - he's always amazed how someone can make themselves understood in two languages - before eventually receiving, "you are the best egg father."
"We have the best egg child," he retorts.
"We do!" Missa's entire body language perks up. "Chayanne is the best egg child, and he is ours. We are so lucky."
"We really are."
Philza isn't sure when it happens, but eventually he realises that he has leant forward, his forehead resting against Missa's mask. He closes his eyes and savours it, feeling as Missa loosely places his arms across his bare back - Philza needs his for support, one either side of Missa's hips and taking his weight, but otherwise he would do much the same.
The two of them stay in silence for a while, savouring each other's presence. The pain is still there, from protecting their children, and yet... In a simple house of oak and glass, for a moment it is all peace.
"Run away with me."
This is not how Philza had ever meant to bring it up, but the words slip out of their own accord.
Missa startles, eyes wide and spine straight as he blinks himself out of the peaceful haze, "qué?!"
"Run away with me," he shifts so he can see all of Missa's face, taking both of his partner's hands in his own. "Take the children, and run away. Find a way off this island, and to another world - one where the skeletons are the /only/ thing to worry about. I'll build you another house and we'll make it a home. Any colour you like, with a fence and walls and real bedrooms and a kitchen for Chayanne and gardens for Tallulah... You can have your own music room and kick Wilbur out for trying to steal your guitar, and we can sit on the roof in the moonlight and you can sing and I'll dance with the children asleep beneath us and no risk of zombie horsemen on our tail."
"But how-" a small whine catches in Missa's throat. "How do we get away? They said we cannot leave."
"There's always a way to leave," Philza says. "We just have to find it."
There's hands in his wings, and Philza startles.
"Your wings are so big... If they healed, you could fly away," Missa says, something wishful in his tone. "Up and up and far, far away, so far they could never catch you."
"And leave you behind?" he asks.
"You'd come back for Chayanne. And I... I could follow you then?"
"Even if something happens to Chayanne, I'd come back for you," Philza promises. "I won't leave you here, not in this hell."
"You wouldn't leave anyone here, if you could help it."
"Probably," Philza admits. "But I wouldn't come back for them, not if I didn't know I could escape again - I'd come back for you."
"I'll wait for you," Missa seems almost to melt in Philza's touch, whimpering as he curls in on him. Philza isn't even sure what he said wrong, just that his egg partner is clinging to him, whimpering.
"We might not always be together," he tries to reassure. "But I will always come back for you - I'll always find you. There's no point in running away if we don't run away together; if some day I /can/ fly away, I'd only do it to come back with help."
The whimpering turns to sobbing, and Philza adjusts his position to hold Missa properly. The hands in his feathers dig deep - one finger catches on some tape holding one of the litany of dressings in place - but Philza just holds Missa and worries.
Why this reaction? Was it something he said?
He stops talking just in case; Missa clearly wants a hug, so he just holds him, understanding only odd words of the broken fragments of Spanish between the sobs.
Eventually the tears slow; Missa pulls away, still sniffling.
"And... Spreen can come?"
"He can live next door, if he wants," Philza promises; it'll be a little hard to negotiate with Fit, but interpersonal drama is just a part of life. "A whole new town for /everyone/ - all of the islanders, and all of our friends. Maybe if we let his ex in Forever will even stop hitting on me."
That earns a laugh, if a bit of a wet one.
"I want to dance with you," Missa says.
"With no zombie riders," Philza promises. "Maybe tomorrow we could dance a bit at the Favela? But, one day, we'll do it somewhere safe."
"On the roof, under the moon?"
"I'll make a roof specially designed for it."
The tears slow some more, and Missa drops to actually lie on the bed.
"Do you really think we'll escape?" Missa turns to Philza and asks. "We broke the Wall, and the Federation-"
Philza moves to lie beside him - on his front while Missa is on his back - and takes a hand. "We will. I promise."
"But-"
"Someone cleverer than us will work it out," he smiles to Missa. "We've just got to survive while they do."
"And if they don't?"
"Then I'll burn the Federation to the ground."
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illustratus · 1 month
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Nelson wounded at Tenerife, 24 July 1797 by Richard Westall
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noahtally-famous · 5 months
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to me, shawn has spanish lineage (I’m thinking hispanic--specifically from spain). calling dave “amigo”, translating ‘the little apple of death’ from spanish and saying it in spanish first
idc if amigo is a casual term everyone uses or that maybe shawn was so knowledgeable that he used the spanish name of the fruit first. it just makes sense that he has hispanic ancestry that he doesn’t utilize a whole lot, only here and there, bc it hasn’t been expressed in his familial environment often. but like he can speak spanish mostly fluently, though his accent isn't noticeable
idk I also picture him as the kind of guy who knows a lot of languages bc who knows where the safest apocalypse bunker could be located?
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honeycocoanut · 2 years
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Michel Sittow (Netherlandish, 1469-1525) Catherine of Aragon, Infanta of Spain, Princess of Wales, Queen of England, ca.1500-1505 Kunsthistorisches Museum
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inmyarmswrappedin · 7 months
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Iñaki Godoy y Taz Skylar debaten sobre la comida española | One Piece | ...
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I can't believe they let them talk in Spanish, about Spanish food, and then disabled comments. Taz's Canarian accent is so beautiful. 🥹 I love that he has a London accent in English and a Canarian one in Spanish. Also, incredible that Iñaki doesn't like la tortilla hvjgbjv I thought everyone was on board with that.
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arcadianico · 10 months
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the way elq speaks in english is interesting. he’s clearly able to speak it perfectly, but he stutters over his words and he pauses a lot. he also speaks much slower than qq does
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