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city-cost · 10 months

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Morning in the Hazu district of Makinohara, Shizuoka Prefecture, central Japan.

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candy-pockets-ahhhh · 9 months

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Istg beach towns are gonna be the death of me. They are full of shit I can't eat. Like dairy, seafood, sand, rocks, people, etc. Like seriously, wtf beach towns.

#ew #beach towns #im hungary #fooooooooooood #feeeeeeeeed mmeeeeeee #bro wtff #istg i will eat you if you dont outlaw beach towns #AHHHH

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howdoesone · 4 months

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How does one get to the beach towns of Costa del Sol from Malaga?

Costa del Sol, located on the southern coast of Spain, is a popular destination known for its beautiful beaches, lively atmosphere, and pleasant weather. There are several beach towns along the Costa del Sol, including Marbella, Estepona, and Torremolinos, that are easily accessible from the nearby city of Malaga. Continue reading Untitled

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#Andalusia #beach holiday #beach towns #bus #car rental #Costa del Sol #driving #Malaga #Mediterranean coast #popular beaches #public transportation #seaside resorts #southern Spain #taxi #tourism #train #travel tips

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realhankmccoy · 8 months

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#travel #beach towns #american travel

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blueskittlesart · 3 months

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zl wedding (again)

#no idea who officiates but impa is the maid of honor and aryll is link's best (wo)man because she is alive and well obviously.#tulin is the ring bearer. they get the stable trotters to play for the reception. nothing bad happens to them ever again #in terms of location i like tarrey town better for ceremony aesthetics but the idea of a hateno beach reception is soooo appealing #SIGH. someday i will get to plan a real wedding instead of a fictional one god willing #skribbles #zelink #totk #botw

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barefootstudios · 1 year

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BEACH TOWNS: WHY ARE WE DRAWN TO THEM?

Don’t you love a beach town? But why are we drawn to them? I love any beach town. A couple are close to my heart because of personal connections. But others are just fun to visit because I love to explore. It’s not just the beach I love, but the ‘feel’ of being in a beach town. It could be the fresh ocean air, the fact that I’m on vacation, or maybe it just seems like a lower-stress way of…

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#barefoot studios #beach towns #coastal art #pam wingard #pamela wingard

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imwretched · 7 months

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people who don't like the beach aesthetic of 1989 tv don't have an emotional attachment to these visuals I guess ??

#1989 is BEACH #he said let's get out of this town.... hello people they are going to the beach #plus all of this love which is the thesis statement song of 1989 #maybe I'll make an edit #1989 #1989 tv #erin talks

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elbdot · 6 months

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WOW Gladion, very reliable, love that we finally got through to you, fwiends forever am I right 🫠

WE'RE BACK with a MEGA UPLOAD that was too big for one post so I had to part it in two, see you guys in a week with the second part (and the Webtoons update!) OR you can read the whole thing on my Patreon early! 👍

Patreon - And thank you guys so much for your patience for this update!! :D ☺️💖 It took AGES because of the backgrounds...

#els alolan adventures #guzma #pokemon #pokemon sm #pokemon sun and moon #hau #pokemon comic #alola #Latias #As you can clearly see from the CHAIRS I worked in BLENDER for this update #I made an ENTIRE 3D MODEL OF THE CAFÉ and found premade chairs and umbrellas and trashcans and ROCKS to place everywhere #Until I had a perfect reference model for the entire beach / town scenery #And then I traced over it #except I COULDN'T #BECAUSE I ONLY MODELLED THE BASICS BUT STILL HAD TO DRAW THE VAST MAJORITY OF EVERYTHING #AND IT BARELY SAVED ME ANY TIME AT ALL #AND THE SHADING NEARLY DROVE ME INSANE #AND CREATING THIS UPDATE WAS AN INSUFFERABLE NIGHTMARE #I am completely burned out btw I'm taking the entire week off gjfkjgfdkjgfjd #Once I'm recovered I'm gonna upload some more of my initial references and the storyboard to my Patreon page

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spikyseasponge · 2 months

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Elk, California

#california #elk #coastal #small towns #USA #sunset #ocean #summer #beach #nature #cliffs

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gin-juice-tonic · 4 months

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ALSO I RANDOMLY REMEMBERED WHEN A GAGGLE OF WOMEN LAUGHED AT ME AT THE BEACH...

#wahtever...#cant a wet soaked cat of a lad walk around a beach town in peace

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realtybiznews · 2 years

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Beach towns in America where you can find a house on a budget

Though all the beach towns are considered highly expensive but luckily yes there are certain beach towns present in America where you can buy a house at affordable rates and can complete your dream of having a home on a coast. If buying a home at a coastline is your priority but your budget does not allow you to get the one then here you will get to know the cities where you can have your…

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#beach towns

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matchingbatbites · 1 year

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2112 Days | Ao3 link

tw: memory loss

When Steve wakes up in the morning, he doesn't know where he is. The last thing he remembers from the night before is the party all piled up in his living room, everyone too anxious to sleep, and now he's in a bedroom that he has absolutely no memory of.

He looks around the unfamiliar room, tries to get a sense of what the fuck is going on, and on the nightstand next to him, he finds a tape recorder sitting on top of a photo album. On the tape recorder is a sticky note, with the words 'play me' written across the yellow paper in scratchy handwriting.

Steve is so confused and frustrated, he doesn't have time for this, they have a plan to carry out. But something deep inside him keeps him in place. Tells him to play it. He picks up the device and sees another note on the album, this one reading 'open me', and he presses play on the tape recorder before grabbing the book.

There's a little bit of sound fuzz before a voice says "Good morning, Stevie!" and Steve blinks, because that's Eddie's voice.

"Today is Saturday, August 29th, 1992, and it's been 5 years, 9 months, and 12 days since we killed Vecna and closed the gates permanently."

Steve's hand jerks out and stops the tape, his breathing picks up because what the fuck? That can't be right, they're supposed to fight Vecna today. That's why they all stayed at Steve's house. One more sleepover, one more chance to be there for each other before they have to split up, before they have to finish the job.

He takes a moment to just breathe, lets the words sink in as he opens the photo album. It takes him a second to realize it, but the first picture is of himself, in a hospital bed, bandages wrapped around his head and a tube down his throat. He looks bad, and he doesn't remember a single second of it.

There's more of that scratchy writing just below it. ‘November 20, 1986. Taken by one of Owen’s guys.’ The next page has a doctor's report, and Steve sees the words 'brain injury' and 'short term memory loss' before he continues.

He flips through the album, sees more pictures of himself that he doesn't remember being taken. Each one has a date next to it, and some have a little description to give him context. There are photos of him with the party, with Robin and Eddie and Nancy, and there are news articles scattered amongst them, important things he should remember, that make his head hurt when he tries too hard to do so.

There are pictures of Nancy and Robin's graduation from college, Wayne's wedding to some woman named Cynthia, the grand opening of Jonathan and Argyle's pizza shop.

A photo of him and Eddie, wearing tacky sweaters and kissing under mistletoe, with the description '1987, Our first Christmas together', and oh, that's something that sends tingles up his spine. He'd had more than a crush on Eddie before their second run in with Vecna, but he hadn't had the courage to do anything about it before they ran head first into danger, again.

Are he and Eddie together now? Like, together together?

The answer seems to be yes, because the next few pages are just more photos of him and Eddie, most taken by Eddie himself, his arm stretching out to capture the moment. Pictures of their first apartment, multiple anniversaries, the day they got their cat (Lucy is written next to this one in Steve’s handwriting, along with a little heart).

And then a photo that makes Steve's heart stop. It's them again, standing on a beach, hand in hand as they face each other. They're both barefoot, wearing slacks and nice shirts, Eddie's a deep, wine red, and Steve's a soft baby blue, and the love on their faces is blinding.

The description says 'June 15, 1991, Our wedding. Not legal, but very, very real.'

And Steve looks at his hand, for the first time sees the gold ring on his finger, like it's perfectly happy at home there, and he thinks he might start crying.

On the bottom of the page is his own handwriting, a small addition that just says 'play the tape.' Steve glances over, presses play again with a shaky hand, and Eddie's voice starts up once more.

"You got pretty banged up during the fight, and your many knocks to the head finally caught up with you. You have some extensive brain trauma, and your short term memory is basically non-existent.

"It's okay, though. You're not alone, you've got tons of people that care about you, baby. The Upside Down stuff is all over, there haven't been any blips on the radar or anything. The kids are all okay - scattered to the wind, but okay.

"Robin's in town today, we're meeting her for lunch at noon, but you've got plenty of time before then. Finish looking through the album, and as soon as you're ready, come find me in the house. Just follow the sound of music, baby. I love you."

The tape ends, and Steve takes a minute to process. He flips through the rest of the album, pictures dated all the way up to a month ago, when he and Eddie had apparently visited Nancy in New York.

It hits him that this is real, this is his reality. He looks at the tape recorder, thinks that this must be an everyday thing for Eddie, and he's suddenly overcome with emotion for the other man.

He climbs out of bed and grabs the tape recorder before he heads out of the room, hears music coming from somewhere, and follows it to a kitchen.

And there's Eddie, with his hair pulled up into a messy bun, wearing sweatpants and humming along to the tape that's playing on a nearby stereo. There are more tattoos inked into his skin, more piercings in his ears, and Steve can see that yeah, he has aged a little.

"Eddie?" he says softly, and the older man turns to look at him with a bright smile.

"Morning, Stevie. How are you feeling today?"

Overwhelmed, Steve thinks, but he swallows hard and holds up the tape recorder. "Do you record these for me every day?"

Eddie's smile softens at the question and he motions Steve closer. "You ask me that too often, like you just can't believe I'd do something like that for you."

Steve goes over to him, sets the device on the counter as one of Eddie's hands settles on Steve's waist, the other moving up to cup his cheek. "I can't believe it, it's so-" Kind? Selfless?

Steve doesn't have the proper word to describe it, and it only adds to that overwhelmed feeling. Eddie's thumb strokes over his cheekbone and he hums softly.

"It's worth it for you, sweetheart. After all the shit we’ve been though, that you’ve been through, you deserve a normal life, and I swore do everything in my fucking power to make sure that happens."

And Steve is definitely crying now. The fact that Eddie has been doing this for almost six years, that he's stayed by Steve through it and hasn't given up on him? The effort he’s put into helping Steve feel somewhat normal? It's too much for Steve to comprehend, and Eddie pulls him into a tight hug, mutters softly softly into his ear as he starts to sob.

"I know, baby. It's okay."

They stay like that for a while, until Steve's tears slow, then stop, and he's able to breathe normally again. "Sorry," he mutters and scrubs a hand over his face, and Eddie shakes his head.

"Don't apologize, Steve. This happens sometimes, and it's perfectly okay. It's a lot to process all at once, and we just take it a day at a time, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay," Steve says, and takes another deep breath. He thinks back to the album, to the photos of him and Eddie, and he knows exactly what he wants in this moment. "Will you kiss me, please?"

And Eddie smiles, says "Of course, honey."

It feels right when Eddie kisses him, and it's weird, because he doesn't remember ever kissing Eddie before now, but it's like his body does, like it knows all of the steps to this dance that his brain can't remember.

They stay in the kitchen for a while just kissing and talking, Eddie answering all of Steve's questions with such patience, until it's time to go meet Robin.

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Later that night, just as Steve is dozing off, he feels Eddie pull away before getting out of the bed.

"Where 're you goin'?" he mutters, and Eddie cards a hand through his hair.

"Gotta go record your tape for tomorrow. Just go back to sleep, baby."

Steve hums his disapproval and hears Eddie chuckle, before a kiss is pressed to his forehead. "I'll see you in the morning, gorgeous."

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When Steve wakes up in the morning, he doesn't know where he is.

#i love 50 first dates and brain-injury-haver steve so i combined them together #they live in a tiny queer beach side town #and everyone knows steve and his condition #and they're all super supportive and helpful #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #joey writes #2112 days

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ai-dream · 1 month

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