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[Train de péniches sur l'Oise vu depuis le pont d'Auvers avec bateau-lavoir et une meule sur la berge, Méry-sur-Oise, Auvers-sur-Oise, Val-d'Oise], entre 1907 et 1914. Plaque de verre Autochrome. | SFP
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[Rivière, péniches et petit bâteau], Antonin Personnaz, entre 1907 et 1914. Plaque de verre Autochrome | src SFP
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gefuehlsgelaehmt · 8 months
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Wie oft lag ich schon Nachts im Bett mit Kopfhörern in den Ohren, und Tränen in den Augen.
-gefuehlsgelaehmt, 2015
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fotodieter-fotos · 2 years
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Abendstimmung in der Stadt / Evening mood in the city
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Ich mag das Auto fahren, Auch wenn das alte Ding jeden Moment zusammenbricht
Vor allem mag ich 's nachts, wenn sich das Radio nicht mehr nur wiederholt
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gedankentumult · 2 years
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Ich weiß, es ist ein Prozess Freundschaften zu finden, dass geht nicht von heute auf morgen. Aber es ist so ewig her, dass ich überhaupt das Gefühl hatte:
Ja, mit der Person könnte sich eine Freundschaft entwickeln. Das ist keine von den Zweck-Bekanntschaften, die man über die Jahre in Kauf nimmt.
Ich war schon immer nicht die, die gerne im Mittelpunkt stehen will. Sondern die, die lieber zu guckt bzw. zu hört anstatt zu reden, vor allem in großen Gruppen. Von an Gesicht zu an Gesicht bin ich das komplette Gegenteil. Klar anfangs bin ich auch da ruhig aber, wenn ich dich ein bisschen kenne, dann kann ich dich komplett voll quatschen.
Mit einer oder ein paar Personen zu reden liegt mir einfach mehr als in einer großen Gruppe.
Doch ich will scheinbar etwas, was ich eh niemals finden werde. Eine Freundschaft, für die man sich nicht verbiegen muss. Die sich natürlich entwickelt. Doch dafür bräuchte ich erstmal soziale Kontakte... Selbst die Person, die ich für eine gute Freundin gehalten habe, kenne ich gar nicht richtig bzw. haben wir uns irgendwie von einander entfernt. Jeder hat sich auf sein eigenes Leben konzentiert. Wenn ich merke, dass sich jemand nicht wirklich für mich interessiert, dann lass' ich es gut sein. Wenn man sich nur meldet, weil man gerade niemanden anderem hat, dann muss ich nicht daran festhalten.
Ich habe kein Problem, damit nicht die einzige beste Freundin von jemanden zu sein. Aber die aller letzte Wahl muss ich nicht sein.
Denn sich zu sagen, wir müssen uns auf jeden Fall mehr sehen und dann Monate verstreichen lassen, bis sich wieder gemeldet wird. Das ist keine Freundschaft für mich.
Vielleicht sehe nur ich das so..idk.
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ismetgurbuz1994 · 5 months
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Pforzheim abends
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desasterkreis · 6 months
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Wenn Updates zum Stalker werden
Man könnte fast paranoid werden! Manchmal sollte man es echt nicht glauben … Was? Dass Updates und Aktualisierungen von digitalen Geräten genau wissen, wann so ein Vorgang am ungünstigsten ist! Vor ein paar Tagen am Abend hat mein Diensthandy mir verkündet, dass es wohl gerne ein Update durchführen möchte. Da es aus diesem Grund eine Weile eher unbenutzbar sein würde (siehe oberes Foto), war…
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cqbzdwk1z · 1 year
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theonehotnews · 2 years
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„Blackout“ auf der 74. Herbstmesse
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scoutlive · 2 years
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In der Erhebungspause aufgenommen in Aschaffenburg. #bahnhof #aschaffenburg #bamberg #fahrgastbefragung #analyse #erhebung #zählung #züge #zug #handyfotografie #bayern #vvm #abends (hier: Aschaffenburg Hbf) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgj5VwJIb96/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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NEUE BAHNSTREIK-PSA (7.3./8.3.2024)
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ich werde inzwischen richtig kreativ mit den streikmemes. vielleicht sollte ich doch irgendwas mit social media machen.
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joggel · 2 years
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The other evening in Nürnberg #nürnberg #abendstimmung #igersnürnberg #nürnberg_de #nürnbergcity #abendspaziergang #abendstunden #abends #nuernberg_de #abendstunde #nurnberg #nuremberg #nbg #igers_nuernberg (hier: Nürnberg) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfLL9EVt0mV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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meisterdrucke · 2 months
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Four trees. Painting by Egon Schiele by Egon Schiele (Malerei)
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bouncybongfairy · 1 month
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Can you please do a live action jet x reader? Literally do whatever plot you'd like I just want smut for him so bad, thank youuu
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Caught Off Guard
Jet x Fem Reader
Summary: On your way home from the market, Jet catches you by yourself. He loves a good chase before getting what he wants.
Word Count: 1.0k+
Ref Account: @kaionyx
TW: Knife play, CNC kink, Blood kink, Nasty Smut, Masochism Kink
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You were walking home from the market. It was dark and navigating your way home through the dense forest was becoming increasingly harder. Your anxiety was running through the roof, worried you’d run into a fire nation soldier or a wild animal. Walking as fast as you could because hearing random noises makes you paranoid. Your breathing becomes harder, hearing the sound of metal clanking together, you drop your bags and start running. As you stop for a couple seconds trying to figure out where to go, someone drops down in front of you from the tree above. Falling to the ground from being taken so off guard. The first thing you noticed was the two hook swords hanging by his side. His head hangs low, allowing his shaggy hair to flop onto his forehead, covering his eyes. You stood up, scrambling to get your footing before taking off. 
“Go on, the chase is the best part!” You hear him call out. 
For a while you could hear the crunching of the forest floor as he chased you from behind. Eventually you have to stop running, giving yourself a second to catch your breath. Trying to be as quiet as possible even though you were doing a terrible job. Your mind was spinning and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Waiting there for a couple minutes until you were fully settled. Little did you know Jet was watching from above, humored by the fact that you were letting your guard down. He drops down again, laughing at how scared you become, yet again. 
“Please, you can have all my bags that I dropped, they have my leftover money just please let me go home!” you pleaded. 
“This isn’t about what you have or money. I want power, and right now I have all the power in the world over you,” he said, using one of his blades to pin your long skirt to the forest floor. You pulled away hard enough that it sliced the fabric, letting you run once again. At this point, you were completely lost and disoriented. Unsure of whether to continue running or find a place to hide. Tears ran down your face, hearing him laugh as he chased. Becoming over exerted and stimulated, you stopped running. Unwilling to take the torment anymore, he chuckled as he walked towards you. Backing you up into a tree, pressing one blade between your legs and the other against your throat. 
“From the way you gave up so early, I'd say you’d wanted me to catch you,” he said, breathing hard into your ear. 
“Please,” you whisper out, gasping as he applies more pressure to the blade. Just barely breaking the skin, you began to squirm and shake. 
“Aww you’re shaking? That’s cute,��� he said, finally pulling back on the amount of pressure the blade had on your throat. 
Keeping the sword that was between your legs in place and putting the other in its sheath. Using his free hand to trace your lip with tongue, eventually pushing the digit into your mouth. Gagging and pushing your tongue back, he would let out a small groan every time he made you gag on his fingers. For a second, you find yourself enjoying it before snapping back out of it. Biting down on his fingers as hard as you can, he yanks his hand away. Attempting to run but being stopped by the blade between your legs cutting your inner thigh. He grabs you by the hair, shoving you onto your knees. Immediately you go to tend the wound on your thigh. He grabs you by the chin, forcing your attention onto him. 
“Bite me again and I’ll slice your tongue out,” he growled, shoving your head back. Stepping onto both of your hands before unzipping his pants. Trying you best to get away but not being able to was making you panic. Revealing his cock, completely erect and pre-cum dripping off the tip. Trying to press past your lips but being stopped by you turning your head to the side. Being enraged by the audacity you had, he uses both hands and forces the back of your head against the tree. 
“You won’t be getting out of this sweetheart,” he chuckled before finally pressing past your lips and starting to fuck your mouth. 
Becoming dizzy from blood loss was starting to make you more pliable. Not fighting back as much, even at times leaning into these thrusts. He noticed this, once you stopped trying to free your hands from under his boots. Letting out a moan as he looked down at you. Saliva dripping down your chin and the sides of your mouth; eyes glossy and blinking slowly. 
“Awe see, I knew you’d learn to like it,” he teases, skull fucking you at a merciless pace. Pressing his pelvis hard against your mouth, pinning your head against him and the tree. Feeling him throb and spasm as he pumped cum down your throat. Grunting every time your throat involuntarily swallows around him. Once he finishes he pulls out, still holding onto your hair as you cried. 
“Fuck I don’t know if you think your tears make me pity you but they only make me want to fuck you more,” he said, pushing you onto your back. 
Climbing on top of you, securing your wrists above your matted hair. Lining his tip with your entrance, lifting your legs up for him to penetrate easier. 
“Mm, I knew you were a fucking whore,” he said, fucking into you. 
Feeling his dick stretch you open made you scream. The burning from how rough he was pounding into you felt good. Fully giving into his will as he used your body to please himself. Knowing you were too weak to fight back, he lets go of your wrists. Reaching down and grabbing a smaller knife that was fastened to his belt. Flicking it open and looking for the perfect place to mark you. Smacking your chest and pinching your nipples for a while before beginning the real fun. Carving his name across your chest, watching the blood start to drip down towards your shoulders. You were letting out a mix of moans, whimpers and cries as he did this. Still too drained from tightening and cumming around his cock. 
“I love feeling how greedy your hole is, just can’t get enough can you?” he said, dropping the knife and continuing to abuse your pussy until he came again. Pressing himself as deep as he could while he released inside you. Collecting his clothes and things, leaving you passed out on the forest floor.
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