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fabien-euskadi · 2 years
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All these (absolutely) gorgeous windows and balconies belong to one of the so-called modernist houses that were built in the late-XIX Century by the bourgeoisie of the Spanish town of Alcántara. The number 46 of the Calle Quatro Calles ("Street of the four Streets" in Spanish - yes, it's a rather odd name) is, probably, the most interesting of these houses.
This magnificent pink house was built in the exact same place where, previously, stood the Hermitage of Saint Francis Xavier. I cannot tell, however, if the church was demolished for the construction of this house or if the temple had already disappeared - all I know is that the chapel still existed circa 1850.
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kenzie-ann27 · 8 months
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"I watch succession for the plot"
the plot:
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mattymartin · 7 months
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↳ ISLANDER FIRST MOMENTS: MATT MARTIN
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ezralva · 4 months
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Oh...I just remember that Choso will get highlight scenes in this week's anime at the same week he jumps to fight Sukuna in the manga...
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wizardofgoodfortune · 4 months
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Gonna go ahead and ask you #58 on your Spotify wrapped while I'm thinking about it
#58 on my top songs is mirrorball by taylor swift! this is definitely one of my fav songs from her, if not The Favorite; a vivid music video plays out in my head every time i listen to it. here's my favorite part from it, which can definitely lend itself to particular dreamling scenarios... like 1989.
And they called off the circus, burned the disco down When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me
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When his stranger didn't show up in 1989, Hob spent the whole day waiting for him. The whole night, too. He heard the last call but stayed long after, until the bartender—Ian was his name, Hob learned at one point—had to kick him out so they could lock up. To Ian's credit, he did it with his most apologetic face.
"Sorry, Hob," Ian said as he locked up the front door of the tavern. "Feel free to come back 'round tomorrow. Promise the place'll still be here by then."
Hob, who was hovering listlessly beside him, gave him a smile. "You'll regret you said that."
Ian laughed. "I'll never regret having more regulars. God knows we need it."
Hob frowned. Right. He nearly forgot about that.
"Need a lift?" Ian offered, fishing out a different set of keys from inside his pockets. "You've drunk quite a lot."
"I'm fine, I just need to—" Hob took a deep breath, "—I need to walk it off."
Ian narrowed his eyes. "Sure? I better not read about you in the papers tomorrow."
Hob snorted. "Trust me, you won't."
With that, Hob stood in front of the tavern and watched Ian drive off, until the old man rounded a corner and disappeared.
Now that he was alone, Hob slumped down on the damp ground and leaned against the front door. They've probably replaced this door more times than he could count, along with the rest of the tavern. Century after century, Hob saw less and less of what used to be here 600 years ago: the chairs, the tables, the mugs, the godawful drinks. The closest thing to permanence this tavern had was its name, and, up until tonight, his stranger. And soon, it wouldn't even have itself.
Hob reached into his coat pocket and took out his lighter and a carton of cigarettes. As he watched London's everchanging skyline glitter above the Thames, he lit a cigarette, the orange of it glowing in the dark. He sat there, waiting, waiting, waiting. He was good at that, at waiting. All you had to have for waiting was time, and Hob had it in abundance. So he waited until the sun rose, until the streets came alive with cars and people, until Ian came back to open up.
"Oi, what happened to walking it off?!" Ian exclaimed, standing over Hob, shielding him from the noon sun. "Bloody hell. C'mon now. Up you go."
Hob let himself be corralled into the tavern's small office and be sat at the small couch that was probably meant for interviews and terminations. He drank the water and aspirin placed in front of him, and he wore the spare shirt lent to him, but he left Ian's questions unanswered.
"Y'know," Hob started as soon as Ian came back in from the bar, "I reckon I could do a good job running a tavern."
"You should be asleep," Ian said accusatorily.
Maybe he should've been. But instead, Hob was sitting upright, wide awake. "I've been in countless taverns, just like this," he continued, "and I reckon I could make a great one. It would be so great that people from all over the world would come to eat and drink there, and say, 'Hey look, it's Hob's tavern, the greatest one around!' And d'you know what the best part about it would be?"
Ian sighed and leaned on his desk. "What?"
"It would be so great that they'd never close it down. They wouldn't be able to. Everyone would rally around it, even the council. And it'd be there for, for centuries. No, millennia. No, forever."
Ian shook his head, smiling. "A beautiful dream."
"A dream?" Hob scrunched his eyebrows. "You don't believe me?"
"Hob, this tavern has been here for centuries. That's a pretty good run, I'd say. Before that, it might've been something else, like a house, or a barn, or something. And before that, it was probably an empty plot of land, or maybe it was full of trees. Maybe bloody dinosaurs lived and died here. Or maybe it was underwater, I dunno. But I'm getting away from the point," Ian said, scratching his scraggly beard. "The point is: things change. That's life."
Suddenly, Hob was reminded of that night a hundred years ago, how his stranger detested the implication that he changed, that he grew to be lonely, lonely enough to seek out companionship. Hob's companionship. Obviously he detested the implication enough to not show up yesterday. But maybe, just maybe, his stranger will show up again today or the next day, just to prove a point, just to say he didn't need him to be his friend, and to say goodbye for the last time. Surely his stranger's not cruel enough to not show up at all, right?
"I, I know, but I can't let this place change, at least not yet," Hob said. His desperation must've plain on his face from the way Ian smiled sadly at him.
"And why's that?"
"My friend and I," Hob paused, thinking about what to say, "this place is important to us."
"You can always find another place."
"He won't," Hob said, voice breaking, "he won't be able to find me."
"How sure are you that he won't?"
Hob put his head into his hands. "I'm sure."
"You don't have his number?"
Hob shook his head.
Ian sighed. "Well, like I said last night, you'll need a lot of money to—"
"I have the money," Hob blurted out.
"What's that?"
"I," Hob repeated, raising his head in realization, "I have the money."
Ian only looked at him.
"I can, I can keep this place alive until he comes back."
Ian regarded him wordlessly for a few more seconds, then said, "I appreciate the thought, I do, but I reckon you can just establish a new one and it'll be less expensive. You can always, I dunno, put up some signs. 'This way to the new tavern' or something. Then when your friend comes around, they'll just read your sign and go to the new tavern."
Hob stared at Ian, mouth hanging open. Then he laughed, feeling a sleep-deprived lightness in his chest. He stood up and held Ian by his shoulders, still smiling. "Ian, you're a genius."
Ian chuckled heartily. "I try."
"And you're a hired genius."
"Pardon?"
"I'll need a bartender for the new tavern," Hob said, grinning.
Ian scoffed in disbelief, but he was smiling. "And what'll you name it?"
Hob thought for a second, then settled on: "The New Tavern."
Ian chortled. "You need sleep. Dearly."
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send me a number and i'll write something based on the corresponding song in my spotify wrapped!
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This episode is making me a Venus fan and hate most of the men in the game.
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crawley-fell · 6 months
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*pauses my 47th watch of good omens* you were saying?
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alltheshadesofamber · 11 months
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CHRONIC RECURRING LAZARUS PIT MADNESS ISN’T REAL, CHRONIC RECURRING LAZARUS PIT MADNESS ISN’T REAL, CHRONIC RECURRING LAZARUS PIT MADNESS ISN’T REAL, AND IT WASN’T A PIT SIDE EFFECT THAT JASON TODD WAS SHOWN TO GET WHEN HE WAS HEALED ANYWAY! JASON TODD DID BAD THINGS AND HE CHOSE TO DO THEM! HE’S NOT A SAD LONELY LITTLE IMPRESSIONABLE BABY WHO CAN’T MAKE HIS OWN DECISIONS OR EXCERCISE ANY SELF-CONTROL! STOP TAKING AWAY HIS AGENCY! STOP MAKING HIM A BORING GUILT-RIDDEN WOOBIE! JASON TODD STANDS BY EVERYTHING HE’S DONE AND HE DID IT ALL BECAUSE HE WANTED TO! SHUT UP ABOUT LAZARUS PIT MADNESS ON MY POSTS!
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wolvesofinnistrad · 15 days
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Rooting for a liz or venus boot tonight come onnnnn
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professionalfixator · 16 days
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things i can't believe happened to me
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sonknuxadow · 6 months
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im with you vocal version is already in my top 50 most listened to spotify songs of all time and its only been on there for like a week and a half um
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firefly-fez · 1 year
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Me after seeing Riyo Chuchi’s “what happens when you get too old to fight” comment, implying they need to think of their accelerated aging, still blatantly refusing to accept the clones-age-twice-as-fast thing as canon:
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*sticks fingers in ears* la la la it’s not a genetically faster aging it’s an environmental treatment in a growth acceleration chamber, a treatment they have to be subjected to and now that kamino is gone they won’t be subjected to it anymore 99 was just an early prototype testing the chamber that’s why he’s old, i mean rex canonically a generation one clone how could 99 be older than a generation one clone it doesn’t make sense…. it’s a growth acceleration chamber and without regular treatment they age normally all those lil’ clone cadets will age normally rex will age normally he looks like That in Rebels bc of stress and stress alone they’ll all age normally it’s fine nothing bad will happen to them ever la la la i cannot hear you it’s fine they’re fine
#clone wars#star wars#the bad batch#the bad batch spoilers#the clone conspiracy#truth and consequences#i know accelerated aging is canon and all#but WHERE do people get this idea that they age twice as fast??#seriously where??#the MECHANISM of age acceleration is never soecified#and hardcase makes a comment about his ‘growth acceleration’ chamber which implies it is a treatment they are subjected to!!#not a natural feature of their genetics!#seriously show me the source that says they age at a faster rate#why do all star wars fans assume rex is aging twice as fast as a normal human#not necessarily! like stress will age you; you know#shave the grey beard off and he doesn’t look that old does he#clone wars is 22 BBY so if we say he’s 20 at the start 20 + 22 by the battle of yavin = 42#+ 4 years bc ROTJ is 4ABY#so 46 by my math#seems a reasonable number to me!!#if you go by the ‘they age twice as fast’ theory#going by that one star wars novelisation where ahsoka says ‘im not a child! im 14!’ and rex is like [tries not to laugh]: I’m 10!#then okay we have 10 years old in 22BBY. 13 in 19BBY.#13 + 19 = 32 + 4 years to get to 4ABY = 36 x 2 (for aging twice as fast) = 72 years old at the battle of endor#i don’t really think he looks 72 at the battle of endor!!#a battle-weary and hardened-by-life 46 yes but not 72!#rebels is 15 years after tcw#so 13 in 19BBY. 13 + 15 = 28 yo. x 2 for ‘aging twice as fast’ =#56 by the time he appears in rebels#from his first appearance
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evilwriter37 · 7 months
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Just added a Dagcup idea to my writing ideas list. It's going to be fucking awesome.
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guroshitsuji · 4 months
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n e ways im trying to have sex in all 50 states of america minus hawaii (too many filipinos there already) so far i have 3: california, oregon, washington (hand stuff only but im counting it)
will keep u all updated
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mechsbrackets · 1 year
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Time for the (it's going to be) nightly update! I have realized it's a loooot easier to just... put the full list of nominees under a cut, so I'm gonna do keep doing that.
Also, Tumblr is being really weird. Based on my notifications, I may have received asks that I can not look at. If I'm ignoring your ask: I'm sorry, it's not on purpose. At the time of posting, my inbox is empty. Tumblr is hiding it.
Now for the 62 nominees for the Most Gender Mechanisms Character Bracket!
Gunpowder Tim 34 Ashes O'Reilly 32 The Toy Soldier 24 Mordred 23 Loki 20 Lyfrassir Edda 18 Ulysses 18 Jonny D'ville 17 Marius von Raum 14 Nastya Rasputina 14 Drumbot Brian 13 The Aurora 12 Raphaella la Cognizi 10 Dr. Carmilla 8 Frankenstein's AI 8 Orpheus 8 Majors Hatter & Hare 7 Iphis 6 Ivy Alexandria 6 Lancelot 6 Arthur Pendragon 5 Galahad 5 Narcissus 5 Sigyn 5 Alice 4 Blogbot 4 Guinevere 4 Odin 4 Rose Red 4 Briar Rose 3 Comsat Cheshire 3 Scuzz Nishimura 3 Yog-Sothoth 3 Bertie 2 Captain Joseph Robert Mathea 2 Caterpillar 2 Cinders 2 Gawain 2 Hereward the Wake 2 Oedipus 2 Pellinore 2 The Octokittens 2 The Stranger 2 A drunk space pirate 1 Arachne 1 Ariadne 1 Dorian Grey 1 Frankenstein 1 General Snow White 1 Gunther the Octokitten 1 Heracles 1 Icarus 1 Jack Spratt 1 Prometheus 1 Stowaway 1 The beast Pellinore was tracking 1 The Moon Kaiser 1 The Pendragons as a unit 1 The phoenix planet (Redeath) 1 The Rose Reds 1 The scorpion from HNOC 1 The spiders operating Aurora 1
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always-heather · 8 days
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im so excited for venus!! i hope she's more solidified with the people she votes with tonight
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