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deepsea-kinniiesa minute ago
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馃嵐 馃嵐 馃嵐 / 馃嵐 馃嵐 馃嵐 / 馃嵐 馃嵐 馃嵐
Self indulgent Yosaf board I reaaally wanted to make for this charm! Ngl it almost put me in a kinshift -w-
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ghostis-plonts9 minutes ago
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Mottisfont Gatehouse
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ahmerinam9 minutes ago
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10425 - Nevio by Diego Rosato https://flic.kr/p/2m5T6dG
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caltraveler11 minutes ago
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Let the composting begin. 馃お#compostbin #gonealittlecrazy #gardenlife #gardening #composting #recycle #backyardgarden #gogreen https://www.instagram.com/p/CQMBcVbFxN6/?utm_medium=tumblr
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ghostis-plonts12 minutes ago
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Roses
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emily-nicolesmith13 minutes ago
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馃尫馃挄馃寛馃拹
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ghostis-plonts13 minutes ago
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Iris
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ghostis-plonts14 minutes ago
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Mottisfont Rose Garden 2021
Mottisfont is home to the National Collection of pre-1900 old-fashioned roses, which are at their best in June.
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kirkwallers16 minutes ago
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Remember in me2 when u see funny krogan reading bad poetry to an asari and then in 3 they punch you in the stomach and make u find the krogans dead body and u have to give a final poem to the asari and listen to it while she cries
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porcelain-melodies19 minutes ago
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饾惙饾憭饾憥饾憻 饾憼饾憿饾憵饾憵饾憭饾憻, 饾懁饾憭 饾憵饾憭饾憭饾憽 饾憥饾憯饾憥饾憱饾憶 鉂
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medrautgalant32 minutes ago
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date: the seventeenth of maccius location: the empressian gardens closed to: @ofmichel
As he completes his fifth lap around the winding path of the gardens, keeping a pace swift enough to outrun most of Calandre鈥檚 guards, Medraut considers the appeal of the Summer Palace grounds. The gardens make for a fine backdrop, he supposes: blooms of rosemary and sage and iris, lines of flowerbeds that stretch on and on, lush sprawls of green. They make for a fine stomping grounds for his morning jogs, too, but it all seems a little...monotonous. He longs for the seascape of Widrowem, for the smells and sounds and sights of it, and when he turns a corner to find Michel Fortin standing at the threshold of the gardens, arms crossed, his longing to be someplace far, far away from Val Faim grows tenfold.
His mind鈥檚 eye transports him to the slums of Hightown fourteen years ago. He recalls the hard, stern set of Michel鈥檚 mouth; it hasn鈥檛 changed. He recalls that unnamable air about him鈥攖he way authority rolls from him in waves, the way he commands a room; that hasn鈥檛 changed, either. He doesn鈥檛 recall Michel Fortin looking so...weary鈥攂ut he supposes a promotion from Summer Palace guard to Commander of the Imperial Army has its costs, and repose is no doubt one of them. Little has changed about Michel, save for the shadows burgeoning beneath his eyes, and Medraut wonders, idly, what Michel sees when he looks at him. Does he see the same Underworld castaway he knew all those years ago鈥攙icious and feral, more monster than man? Does he see the well-groomed Chevalier he now knows little of鈥攕till a little vicious, but not so feral, and decidedly more man than monster? Does he see shades of the two blended together, a composite of all the lives he鈥檚 lived?
As he closes in on Michel, his pace slows, and by the time Medraut reaches him, his gait is lax, unhurried (his heels are practically digging into the limestone underfoot). Always on his guard, and thrice so when in the company of Calandre鈥檚 best and brightest wardogs, he comes to a halt a few feet away from Michel, chest heaving in tandem with the labor of each breath he gulps down. 鈥淐ommander Fortin,鈥 he huffs by way of greeting. He bows his head deferentially, and his pride bristles in answer. 鈥淚t would seem I鈥檓 a far sight easier to catch these days than I was in my youth.鈥澛燞e makes a concerted to affect his voice with congeniality, a charade of good humor, but his body language knows not how to lie, and his unease shows in the set of his jaw, the tight line of his shoulders. 鈥淧ray tell, what have I done to merit your company?鈥 he asks.聽The question is meant to sound flip, but the pitch and tone of his voice are all wrong, garbled by his disquiet. He tries his hand at levity again.聽鈥淚s this a friendly visit, Commander, or are you here to drag me to the gallows for old times鈥 sake?鈥
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mattsvn40 minutes ago
im so excited for sour!
ME TOO ANON IM SO HAPPY OIASJDOA I WANT TO SHOW IT ALREADYYY
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breezygardensofficial41 minutes ago
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Classic teen lesbians who can鈥檛 tell if they鈥檙e flirting or not.
that鈥檚 a mood fam happy pride
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nightgcrden41 minutes ago
you eat...... cereal........ with orange juice? hun??? 馃榾
yes 鈥 what do you eat it with 鈥
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nightgcrden46 minutes ago
do you eat your cereal with chocolate milk?
i actually eat it with orange juice
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nightgcrden47 minutes ago
yes ur fic has been on my mind馃槓
i鈥檓 very flattered 馃榿馃榿馃榿馃榿
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