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johannestevans · 2 years

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trans male characters part 5

feel free to use as a prompt or to give recommendations or to add your own

man who wears 5 jumpers in winter but is still cold

bank clerk who in his spare time is building a scale replica of his home town in his basement, complete with a working train station that is always behind schedule

lorry driver who takes photographs of the sunrise every day to post on his blog, which has 9 subscribers

exhausted universal translator technician who keeps deleting tech support tickets for regional slang on for 2000 different languages spread across a hundred planets

man who has an upside down tattoo on his wrist and gets upset at posters that explain proper tattoo placement

300-year-old sailor covered in tattoos who lectures people about knot tying, the fishing industry, politics, dietary choices, the environment, boat maintenance, appropriate beard length and, of course, proper tattoo placement

man who sells beautiful homemade jewellery on the beach and will absolutely take payment in the form of pretty rocks, candy, and weed, but cash is preferred

bicycle technician who is trying and failing to bring back putting a playing card in your bike wheel to make a tapping sound as a cool thing for kids to do. kids remain enenthused

devoted gentleman's gentleman who looks after his employer's every need (and kisses him nightly)

doctor who actually listens when his patients talk

jaw-droppingly gorgeous son of aphrodite

cold, grizzled son of ares whose chest scars blend in with all the rest

schoolteacher who wears charms and peacock feathers in his hair, whose chalk board is always supernaturally clean when not in use, and who can always tell who's whispering without turning his head

man across from you in the library who drops 4 caffeine pills into a red bull and chugs the whole thing. he sighs happily. you wonder how he survives it

man who's been abducted by aliens so many times now he's sure they just think it's a joke but they wipe his brain every time and his memory is shot

paranormal investigator who has been terrified of monsters since he was a child and one lived under his bed. he has no idea said monster has adopted him and been following him around since, intimidating any other creature which might be interested in eating him for lunch

man with a deep-seated phobia of cats who could only afford the rent on the flat between the pet shop and the vet, and on bad days exits his home via the back first floor window bc shimmying along the sill and a 7 foot fence is easier than facing a furious moggy in a carrier

man whose kiss kills people but keeps hoping this boyfriend will be different

wizard who is always high, drunk, or both, but never neither

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mt-shahparan · 1 month

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VII. (Cont.)

And then he: He, the haul of hoodlums, does not seem to know about what I am. I could not read his mind entirely but I bet he thinks he is proud of his faculties. He does not know that my swollen head is swelling of a cryptic discharge. There was a lather on my sinuscracked skull. There was no longer pastes of plasmalets haggling about, but an argent hole in their place. It was swapping to a black whole. The black whole then starts to tend to a pending-echoed. Slowly and slowly it herds. And it brings many images to my mind. That rusty eyed sailor, the degenerate cousin of frogs- the hermit, the vanquished lantern man, the beach mother and her kharga, the stuckbleeder Amaravati… Hmm… The image is screaming, the image of Amaravati. I remember there was a woman who fell off in the tracks and bestowed her fleshness to a deaddrunk lorry. She did not know if she was a deer in the deadlight, or if she had fatethered to cloudwings. Who scribed her lux populi!? She was only walking. She stopped scarcely but she was not hastying. Rather it was near-total dissociation with the material world. She was no deer, even literally. She was only walking till she was not. She did not feel any impact. She did not know, or cared to know, what was her impactomite. And when her body was colouring the streets with grimy red, she was still walking. Walking and walking. The clouds shed tears and they fell laterally as to make stairway to the sky. She was walking and the song of her walking nudged twigs and small branches, and then their petals fell and slept on their hinges… … …No! I cannot give in to her song just now. There will be much to give away if I die before following her footsteps.

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squarefootshow · 11 months

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Lorrie Walsh (@sibleystoneworks) is a Thunder Bay artist, avid rock collector and sailor who spends most of her free time exploring Lake Superior gathering her inspiration from nature’s small treasures and immense gifts. Her work celebrates the unique character of Northwestern Ontario and the north shore of Lake Superior through the creation of art pieces that are as lively and distinctive as the local landscape. See more at https://ift.tt/XaIoB8v https://instagr.am/p/CtZJQeRKby-/

#IFTTT #Instagram

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girlsex0 · 1 year

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The smart Trick of 15 Polar Express Train Rides and Christmas Trains Near That Nobody is Talking About

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#Polar Express Experience Flagstaff #Polar Express Experience

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the-sims-official · 2 years

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Session 28

Why do I feel like a friend's birthday is on the 28th??

SO.

Robbie is dead. Rest in peace. And he died before he could answer his phone, too :(

Lorrie and Mari aged- Mari getting "Sailor" (which is cool but also never applies like how often are you in a boat)

Then Dan aged but I'm assuming nothing changed so I didn't even bother to put him in CAS.

Mari got arrested for staying at a resort, that was fun. I don't think anything came of it though, which is a relief.

Then Dan got stubble because of his midlife crisis.

Kinda sexy

Marina went to prom (late) and had a horrible time, but she made up for it with a sleepover

Then I quit so I could play Animal Crossing

#queue #not so official legacy challenge #sims 3 legacy #legacy posting

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justanotherurl-not · 6 years

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@whole-yeet-potato and I made some oc’s and accidentally fell in love with them. They’re hella cute and hella gay

#mermay #more like mergay #oc #oc’s #I love drawing mermaids #they’re so cute #it’s all fun and games until you fall in love with your doodles #fira’s the mermaid #lorrie’s the sailor

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ofhcneybees · 5 years

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there were very, very few things of which sailor wilson was most undoubtedly certain — and, in a world where her life had been all but turned on its head by lies and manipulation, certainty was something she held to, steadfast. among those inevitable and inalienable truths to which sailor clung was, of course, the knowledge that she would do ANYTHING for lorelei gordon. including showing up at her door at ten at night in response to a fairly vague text about ‘ needing her help for something. ’ that SOMETHING, it turned out, was helping lorrie dye her hair neon green, and even then sailor was far from upset at being dragged from the warmth of her bed at such a late, dark hour... purely because it meant spending time with lorrie and only lorrie.

shaking herself from her thoughts, sailor glanced up from where she finished pinning an old towel around lorrie’s shoulders — a relic from the days when this used to be a frequent endeavor for them — to offer a smile at the girl’s reflection. “alright, lor, you ready?” she asked, hands flitting over lorrie’s shoulder for the briefest of moments, almost uncertain in how much she was allowed to touch or how close she was allowed to get. / @rneraki

#* ˖・Ϟ sailor ! interactions.#* ˖・Ϟ sailor ! interactions. ( feat. lorrie. )

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ameliahillsfmp · 2 years

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Bletchley Sea Rangers, more of a niche, personal references

‘t took a dozen of us, harnessed by ropes, almost a week to lug The Barge up the Grand Union Canal to its new home on the edge of Fenny Stratford – where it became not only a very unusual headquarters, but a brilliant venue for the fundraising discos we were always arranging (truth be told we all preferred dancing to messing about in boats!)’

‘We did take canoes out on the canal from time to time, dressed as mermaids and paraded around the town on the back of a lorry for Bletchley Carnival, took camping trips to Brownsea Island in Dorset, and won a couple of singing competitions.

‘The uniforms – real sailor smocks complete with landyards and sailor hats’

Blogpost written by someone I found online

Boats in the 1970s, appears to be even older as people not horse drawn! I think the Bletchley Sea Rangers are all girls

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feigeroman · 3 years

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Thomas Headcanons: Salty

Salty was built in 1962 by Ruston & Hornsby of Lincoln, and initially outshopped as BR #D2991. He was then allocated to Southampton Docks, where the 07s were specifically designed to replace various classes of steam shunters, and it was from here that he acquired his vast collection of sea stories and songs. He presumably gained his sailor’s accent around the same time - although he can’t remember any of his siblings following suit.

The former steam shunters at Southampton were members of the USA and E2 classes, which were withdrawn from this work following the arrival of the 07s. After entering NWR service some years later, Salty wisely did not disclose this fact to Thomas, who most likely wouldn’t have taken it well at all.

In 1966, Salty and a couple of his siblings were reallocated to Eastleigh, and became the main shunters at the Works there. Although this wasn’t too far from Southampton - only about five or six miles, in fact - it was just far enough inland that Salty became homesick for the sea. Fortunately, his love of the sea gave him a knack for working to a musical rhythm, and by all accounts this helped him to transform the way the Works operated.

It was actually at Eastleigh that Salty gained his name - originally a derisive nickname by some of the other residents, who were tired of him going on about the sea all the time. Salty quickly adopted it himself, figuring it was the best way for him to stay connected to the sea while he was marooned inland.

In 1973, under BR’s new TOPS system, Salty was officially renumbered 07007. However, he was withdrawn from service before he had the chance to carry his new number. A number of his fellow 07s were withdrawn as well, but while they were eventually scrapped, Salty managed to survive by being converted into a static generator for the Works.

That same year, the NWR was faced with a tenfold increase in traffic through the docks and harbours it served, as a result of Sodor’s entry into what was then known as the European Economic Community. Tidmouth Docks in particular was heavily affected by the surge in traffic, and things gradually became more than regular dock shunter Wendy (NWR #26) could handle on her own. Other engines were drafted in on a rotary basis, but it was clear that what was needed was another shunter especially for the job.

Various Mainland dockyards were consulted, and it was the manager at Southampton who pointed the NWR in the direction of Eastleigh, where Salty was still serving as a generator. Although immobile, he was otherwise in mechanically perfect condition, and a sale was agreed on the spot. He was particularly excited about going to work on an island railway system, as this meant there was a chance of him getting to work by the sea again...

In fact, the plan had originally been to send Salty straight to Tidmouth Docks, upon his entering service in 1974. However, his arrival on Sodor coincided with a large order of stone from the newly-opened Centre Island Quarry. Mavis, Bill and Ben had already been loaned to the quarry, but the work was still too much for the three of them to handle alone. It was decided that Salty should be diverted there instead, and this had the added benefit of allowing him a trial run before he actually started working at the Docks.

As a brief point of interest, Salty was actually taken from Eastleigh to Crovan’s Gate by lorry. Apart from the distance being too far for him to travel there under his own power, his axleboxes were rather sensitive to running hot, so he couldn’t travel as part of a train due to the high speed.

Salty did of course finally start working at Tidmouth Docks after completing his work at the Quarry. However, a couple of months later, he was briefly called to Tidmouth Station to take over as station pilot, while Gideon (NWR #D4) was busy elsewhere. This was a result of a major reshuffling of the engines’ duty, to fill the gap left by Henry after he had an accident. All this reshuffling left the Docks an engine short, and so despite his reservations, Sir Topham Hatt was forced to bring in Devious Diesel, despite having sent him packing twice previously.

Hence the events of The World’s Strongest Engine. It always used to confuse me that Diesel serving as a dockyard diesel was somehow meant to fill the gap left by Henry, who had his accident while pulling trucks on the Main Line. The above bit of headcanon is the best I can do at explaining this weird story detail.

Salty now mainly works at the Docks, although it is not unknown for him to travel further afield on occasion. One such occasion, in 1975 (Salty’s Stormy Tale), saw him travelling as far as Crovan’s Gate to collect Fergus, who had just been repaired following his accident at the Quarry (Bill, Ben & Fergus).

It can be assumed that any time Salty is seen away from the Docks, he’s most likely on similar such work unless otherwise specified. As it turns out, he makes a surprising number of background appearances in other locations.

As seen in Peace & Quiet, Salty originally stayed at the main sheds at Knapford, and commuted to and from Tidmouth every day. Later on, though, he was transferred to the smaller depot at the Docks, which has been rebuilt and extended over the years to accommodate new arrivals.

Although he’s officially listed on the NWR’s books, Salty is in fact jointly owned by the Sodor Dock & Railway Company, a subsidiary organization which manages all the docks and harbours - and the railway systems serving them - on the island. They also have joint ownership of a number of other NWR engines working in their docks (Porter and Wendy, to name but a few), and also fully own a few engines of their own - though these remain unrecorded as of yet.

I haven’t actually developed any headcanons about the non-NWR standard gauge engines of Sodor, but I’ll definitely do a post or two detailing them at some point.

#thomas the tank engine #the railway series #sodor #island of sodor #north western railway #ttte headcanon #ttte analysis #ttte salty #salty the dockyard diesel

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stcrr · 4 years

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elle fanning. cis female. she/her. ／ lorelei “lorrie” gunther just pulled up blasting which witch by florence + the machine — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty-three year old musician, i’ve heard they’re really -reclusive, but that they make up for it by being so +observant. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say chipped glitter nail polish, a silver gilt mirror, losing yourself in the beat of the music. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( ally, 22, est, she/her )

me: i don’t have a type when it comes to muses! also me: unveils this new muse that is also introverted and anxious but this time with more glitter. anyways, meet lorelei, starr to her fans, and lorrie to her friends, an observant girl, gifted mimic, misfit, mirror, and musician. kind of a jem and the holograms/hannah montana/perfect blue hybrid. details under the cut, like for me to hyu to plot !!

(also her pinterest im really proud of it you guys)

statistics.

full name. lorelei amelia gunther. nicknames. lorrie. aliases. starr. occupation. singer-songwriter. age. twenty-three. date of birth. february 1st, 1997. nationality. american. ethnicity. white (austrian and irish). gender | orientation. cis female | queer. hometown. boston, ma. zodiac sign. aquarius sun, scorpio moon, pisces rising career/voice claim. lorde.

height. 5′9 weight. 120lbs build. willowy. distinguishing features. wide eyes, full lips, constant bags, probably has glitter in her hair. health. 7/10; has no major illnesses but eats like shit, has a whack sleep schedule, is a dysfunctional adult basically. she’s also big depressed but you know how it be.

positive traits. ambitious, intuitive, observant, imaginative, independent, neutral traits. talkative, intense, impressionable, negative traits. anxious, avoidant, moody, secretive, resentful, aloof,

likes. the nighttime, storms, baggy clothes, mountains, weed, lsd, books, blanket forts, lying on the floor, singing, cryptids, cemeteries, dislikes. being herself, deadlines, dolls/puppets, the paparazzi, social media, planning ahead, the outdoors, conflict, the beach,

history.

(tw suicide mention, anxiety attack) (tldr at the bottom)

her mother called her lorelei after the sirens of the rhine; she insisted her first cries were the sweetest song. and lorelei continued to have a beautiful voice; she sang more than she spoke. but only at home.

she never responded to lorelei, though, not really; it felt too grand for her. she was a chicken-legged girl who liked overalls and goosebumps books. she was just lorrie.

she grew up in a lower-middle class region of boston, ma. her father was a salesman, and her mother was a travel agent.

for a while, at school, she didn’t speak at all. she was diagnosed with selective mutism at age five, and it took until she was thirteen to overcome it completely.

this was not at all helped by the fact that her parents had a nasty divorce when she was seven years old. her father used her mother’s ten-year-old suicide attempt against her in court to prove she wasn’t stable, and gained full custody of lorelei and her two older brothers. her oldest brother, matthias, sided with their father, but the middle brother, jeremias, sided with their mom, and tried to run away to his mother’s house basically every month. he ran away for good when he was fifteen, living with his girlfriend’s family.

what helped her overcome this selective mutism, at least at first, was her middle school drama class. at home, lorelei had always been an excellent mimic. she did her favorite impressions for her drama teacher, and she encouraged her to try some monologues and scenes. as she got better at acting, she realized that she didn’t have to be herself; she could be somebody else. and that made talking all the easier.

by high school, she was no longer selectively mute, but was still anxious and shy. she was, however, a total drama kid, and still loved to act. she could be outrageous, incredible on stage; she wasn’t being herself, after all, so if people were judging her, it was the character they were judging, not her.

still she was def the kind of girl who had a mental breakdown every four months and dyed/cut her hair/gave herself bangs. she could never quite shake the feeling that she was an outsider looking in, separated, different.

she still loved music, and as she grew older, she started to write songs. it was her secret dream to be a musician. one of her theater friends talked her into singing one of them when she was sixteen, and then encouraged her to try out for the talent show. she was able to get through the audition, though she was a little nervous, but she knew it would be fine. she was on stage all the time, this would be fine.

but this time, she had to be herself in front of the entire school, and she froze up, not a sound leaving her lips. she doesn’t remember leaving the stage; only remembers that suddenly, she was in the girls bathroom, sobbing her eyes out.

her friends comforted her that night, partying in their basement like they always did, but thats when lorrie had an idea. what if she didn’t perform as herself?

that’s when a starr was born.

as lorelei dressed herself up in all the holo and glitter she had, she created starr in her head; she was born beloved, charismatic, fearless, this glitz and glamor girl who had it all, but what now? even at the top, she found emptiness. she was a beautiful supernova, so breathtaking you forgot she was really a collapsing star.

starr was lorrie’s ultimate muse; she wrote song after song for her in the next few months, until, finally, she asked some of her friends to help her record a music video. she didn’t expect this music video to get 60 million views in a matter of weeks.

royals, of course, blew the fuck up, and she had people calling her house to get her to sign with this record company or that record company, and her eventual producer flew her out to la with her dad. and, of course, the rest is history. (her dad also blew a lot of the money she earned as a minor but she got rid of him and that’s neither here nor there.)

however, as she got more and more into the la lifestyle, she began to rely more and more on starr as an alter ego. people liked starr, after all, and lorrie didn’t even like herself. she played the part of the dignified, wise, and eccentric former queen during interviews, when recording, at after parties and award shows.

even her first major relationship she got while acting like starr, someone fearless and fun, basically a manic pixie dream girl. if you’ve ever listened to the album melodrama, then you know how badly that ended.

that’s around when she realized that starr had taken over her entire life. coming home from a house party absolutely zonked, she looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize herself, didn’t see that nerdy, overall-clad chicken-legged girl from her family pictures.

she stripped her clothes off, scraped the makeup off her face until her skin was red and dry, dragged a brush through her hair to get rid of all the product, and pulled on a hoodie and leggings she had brought with her to la a year ago. she wrote the first draft of all the songs in melodrama in the coming hours.

however, she still wrote from starr’s perspective, knew she’d perform it as starr. it may be far more personal, but lorrie wasn’t ready to come out just yet. in fact, she’s kind of been hiding the last year or so, a full-on depression mess.

tl;dr lower middle class nerdy girl from boston overcomes crippling social anxiety through acting, finesses this into an alter ego to be a musician, hits it big, loses herself in the alter ego, has a disastrous relationship, and tries to become herself again.

present.

first of all, her real name is Known to the public, but not her “brand” outside of starr. it’s proven to be a boon as of late; she’s known for basically being a walking sailor moon cosplayer, not a skinny woman in baggy jeans and a big black hoodie.

since she’s trying to work on herself, she’s kind of in a creative slump. like, she still has more than enough royalties off her music to keep her going, but her agent and producer are both pushing her to clean up some of her songs and record them for a new album. she can still write as starr, but it feels... different, now. melodrama was far more personal than pure heroine, and she wants to continue to grow; writing as starr feels like reverting back to her sixteen year old self. but she’s too scared to write as herself So....

at events though she’s still in the gauze and stars people expect from starr.

trying to reach out to her mom and brother jer again. not her dad, fuck her dad.

loves true crime, the supernatural, and conspiracy thought. is probably watching a true crime doc rn.

she’s just starting to leave her house for the first time in like... a year? like she’s only started to get out again in the last few months.

as for drugs, she def drinks, but she’s more likely to smoke weed. also, she’s a big fan of lsd, but holds herself off to only tripping every few months.

is considering moving to the woods and being the lonely crone everyone whispers about. or maybe switching to voice acting.

she fuckin hates dolls. literally her worst nightmare is being trapped in some collectors’ doll rooms.

wanted connections.

melodrama ex (0/1) - the ex she wrote her breakup album about. can be any gender. i literally want this connection so bad kfdskjkadsfds

best friend (0/1) - someone who was with her throughout her... Transformation

squad (0/3) - bc who doesn't love a squad. this is the vibe i’m going for (sound warning)

icon (1/1) - someone lorrie looks up to and like... majorly doesn't wanna disappoint. - filled by kami!!!

musician buddies (0/?) - they bounce lyrics off of each other, you know how it is.

rival pop star (0/1) - idk i just think it would be Neat. maybe even with a plot that they had a major falling out and now they have to pretend to get along.

hookups (0/?) - or other messy shit

texting crush (0/1) - really weird concept but like... i imagine lorrie would have the number or snap or insta or whatever of this muse and they get talking after melodrama and she just... lays it all out. they don't really talk in person, but she feels really close to them and definitely develops a crush

weed buddy (0/1) - they come to her house and smoke and complain its great

friend turned enemy (0/1) - maybe someone who adored starr but doesn't like who she is now?????? idk idk

enemy turned friend (0/1) - maybe someone who thought starr was fake af but then meets lorrie being Herself and is just like "oh you're a Human" idk idk

bonus.

as a thank you for making it to the end of this fucking enormous intro, please take a moment to enjoy these tik toks reflective of lorrie’s personality (they’re also???? great on their own)

lorrie talking/singing to herself alone in her house

honestly she has tinkerbell vibes

drunk mouths speak sober thoughts

and thats on mental illness

#excess:intro #admittedly another novel #also i've been vibing to pure heroine all day and like #im going THROUGH IT #suicide mention tw #anxiety attack tw #drugs tw #also a notice i am not going to be making an open starter since... the event is TOMORROW so #i'll just reply to a few

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mayvinwrites · 4 years

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Last Line Tag

Thank you so much for tagging me @sapphospouse

This is from my WIP: Odette, a short story I’m working on. Its currently being rewritten so this may change a bit but this is what I have right now. (Its more than a line but that’s because I wanted to include the whole folk song)

“Have you tried it, Oh so sweet, Don’t let it fool you, Its a sailors treat,”

They sang, smiling at the giggling girls in front of them. Odette still didn’t feel quite at peace, but she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. She looked to the river nearby and raised her voice.

“Have you tried it, So juicy and tart, A sirens pudding, It’ll take your heart,”

Lorry stood up and ran. Jumping into the river with a gleeful shout. She surfaced, and swayed in the water, spinning, her arms stretched far. She kicked her feet out playing in the river and looked at Odette singing.

“Have you tried it, Fresh and green, Its good for you, But looks so mean,”

Then sticking her tongue out at Odette mischievously, she finished the song and Finally Odette relaxed.

She’d be okay.

Its not the best and needs work (which is why I’m rewriting it) but I feel it’ll be a very sweet ending.

Okay, now I’ve made my kind of excuse for my writing I will be tagging @owlsofstarlight @ratherinterestingmilkshake @serenewrites and anyone else who wants to do it.

#Tag game #My writing #Odette #my story #my wip

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mt-shahparan · 8 months

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That rusty eyed sailor, the degenerate cousin of frogs- the hermit, the vanquished lantern man, the beach mother and her kharga, the stuckbleeder Amaravati… Hmm… The image is screaming, the image of Amaravati. I remember there was a woman who fell off in the tracks and bestowed her fleshness to a deaddrunk lorry. She did not know if she was a deer in the deadlight, or if she had fatethered to cloudwings. Who scribed her lux populi!? She was only walking. She stopped scarcely but she was not hastying. Rather it was near-total dissociation with the material world. She was no deer, even literally. She was only walking till she was not. She did not feel any impact. She did not know, or cared to know, what was her impactomite. And when her body was colouring the streets with a grimy red, she was still walking. Walking and walking. The clouds shed tears and they fell laterally as to make a stairway to the sky. She was walking and the song of her walking nudged twigs and small branches, and then their petals fell and slept on their hinges… … …No! I cannot give in to her song just now. There will be much to give away if I die before following her footsteps.

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thisdayinwwi · 5 years

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Jan 1 in WWI

Jan 1 1915 While Europe burns Americans ring in New Year by burning up the dance floor

The Democratic banner., January 01, 1915

Jan 1 1916 “ French soldiers and sailors selecting articles of clothing for themselves from a dump, before the evacuation of the French during the night” - IWM (Q 13710)

Even in hutments at Henencourt Black Watch (Royal Highlanders) 15th Scottish Div can't escape the Mud Jan 1 1917 - IWM (Q 4639)

Jan 1 1918 The fuselage of a German Pfalz D.III biplane (serial number 1370/17) being towed by RFC lorry and tender. Near Villers-Carbonnel - IWM (Q 11899)

#OnThisDay #WWI History #wwi #ww1

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kimminstudying · 5 years

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vocabolario italiano: lavori

l'agricoltore/l'agricoltrice = the farmer l'architetto/a = the architect

l'atleta = the athlete

l'avvocato / l'avvocatessa = the lawyer

il/la barista = the barman/barmaid il barbiere = the barber il bibliotecario / la bibliotecaria = the librarian il cacciatore / la cacciatrice = the hunter il cameriere / la cameriera = the waiter/waitress il/la camionista = the lorry driver il/la cantante = the singer il chirurgo / la chirurga = the surgeon il commesso / la commessa = the shop assistant il/la conducente di autobus = the bus driver il costumista = the taylor il cuoco / la cuoca = the cook il/la dentista = the dentist il dottore/la dottoressa = the doctor l'elettricista = the electrician il/la falegname = the carpenter il/la farmacista = the pharmasist il fruttivendolo / la fruttivendola = the greengrocer il fioraio / la fioraia = the florist il funzionario / la funzionaria = the official il giardiniere / la giardiniera = the gardener il giocatore di calico / la giocatrice di calcio = the footballer il/la giornalista = the journalist il/la guardia parco = the park warden l'idraulico / l'idraulica = the plumber il imbianchino / la imbianchina = the house painter l'impiegato / l'impiegata = the employee, office worker l'infermiere/l'infermiera = the nurse l'ingegnere = the engineer l'insegnante = the teacher il maccelaio/la maccelaia = the butcher il maestro/la maestra = the primary school teacher il marinaio/la marinaia = the sailor il meccanico/la meccanica = the mechanic il muratore/la muratrice = the building worker il/la musicista = the musician il/la negoziante = the shopkeeper l'operaio/l'operaia = the worker l’operaio edile = the building worker l'ottico = the optician il panettiere/la panettiera = the baker il parrucchiere/la parrucchiera = the hairdresser il pescatore/la pescatrice = the fisherman/fisherwoman il pescivendolo/la pescivendola = the fish seller il/la pilota = the pilot il pittore/la pitrice = "the painter" il politico = the politician il poliziotto/la poliziotta = the policeman/policewoman il pompiere/la pompiera = the fireman/firewoman il postino/la postina = the postman/postwoman il prete = the priest il scultore/la scultora = "the sculptor" il soldato/la soldatessa = the soldier lo sportivo/la sportiva = the sportsman/sportswoman il tassista/ la tassista = the taxi driver il veterinario/la veterinaria = the vet il vigile/la vigila del fuoco = the fire fighter l' uomo d'affari/la donna d'affari = the businessman/businesswoman

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