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mateorivafae · 1 year
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PELOTON COMANDO
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At my school located in Salinas, Ecuador. In which we prepare to be the best military in the country, we have certain traditions which we must pass on from generation to generation so that these ways of representing our institution remain marked throughout history and are not forgotten for what At ESMA we have the PELOTON COMANDO, a group of cadets who are divided by "TAMBOR MAYOR", "LIRAS", drums, trumpets, tenors and pennants who roar the call to war and give notice of the arrival of the best that the ecuadorian air force has, made up of the best cadets that the school has and who are willing to leave everything to leave the name of our institution and our families high.
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Most of the times we show up on dates that have marked the history of Ecuador and that are worth remembering every day so as not to forget where we come from and where we belong.
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dozydawn · 29 days
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Shankar Village, Leh, Ladakh, 1978.
Photographed by Tim Trompeter.
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tokyosmega · 14 days
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my roman empire is the dndads lou bega reveal
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⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️
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Vote under the cut if you read the rules
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troius · 4 months
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I was going to say "Horn of Salvation" would make more sense as a name than "Trompete", but then I remembered that Kubo probably already has that name booked for later.
Anyways, Lille is so high on his own supply that he doesn't realize that if a commander is standing directly behind his subordinate who's about to get hit with the God-nuke...he's probably not hiding!
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dani-xis · 6 months
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Tá pago
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the-river-rix · 10 months
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Never love an anchor coded characters>>>>
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Bass Trompet on a vintage postcard
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petxina · 3 months
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escoltant ZOO i tenint un petit mental breakdown perquè realment no hi havia ningú com ells. en fi sempre ho deixen els millors
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kay-rev · 1 year
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Aqui está a prévia de um desenho em andamento
Obs: hoje é meu aniversário!!!
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dozydawn · 1 month
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Chanel, 1988.
Photographed by Tim Trompeter.
Model: Cathy Gallagher.
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enibas22 · 1 year
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from Instastory semperopernball - 17th March 2023
PART 2
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adrianoesteves · 1 year
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mmh-dk · 1 year
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Neujahrskonzert am 01.01.2023 in Eberbach https://www.orgel-information.de/News/2022/12/20221229_3.html #orgel #pfeifenorgel #orgelinformation #neujahrskonzert #eberbach #orgelmusik #trompete #konzert #veranstaltung (hier: St. Johannes Nepomuk (Eberbach)) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmwJmIDo4VL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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dani-xis · 21 days
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🎶🎺
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the-river-rix · 10 months
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Part of a rejected Wayne/Nick fic I started that I dislike and am currently rewriting and reworking:
When Wayne reluctantly agreed to stay at Nick’s apartment, he hadn’t expected it to be a good idea. It seemed like the universe had built them at odds with each other, designing them to clash as badly as purple and yellow. He could admit they shared similarities. They both desperately needed control, they both hid the absolute shambles their lives were in, and they would both rather shoot themselves in the foot than be vulnerable. Still, Nick was everything he wasn’t. He was loud, provocative, reckless, messy, and bitter. Nick blamed everyone else, god, the universe, for anything wrong in his life. He could purposefully slam his foot into a door frame and stub his toe, and he’d shake his fists at the sky and curse out god for wronging him. Wayne blamed his problems on himself. His failed marriage, family, the never-ending memories and fears that rained down on him like the relentless onslaught of gunfire, the urges, needs, and habits that he had to satisfy, no matter what.
Despite their differences, the move had gone smoothly and three weeks had gone by without any problems.
The first night they quickly decided how everything should be arranged, Wayne would sleep on the couch and they would share household responsibilities. Nick had left folded sheets and blankets on the end of the couch, fresh out of the wash. They were warm and smelled like the fresh clean scent of Nick’s laundry detergent. It was an unexpectedly kind gesture, albeit a small one, but it was touching nonetheless. Wayne had thanked him warmly. Nick looked utterly thrown off guard and gave him a quick nod, mumbling something like “ It’s nothing” and scurrying away. He almost seemed flustered.
The first week they’d simply coexisted, politely interacting when Wayne needed to ask a question or Nick was going out to teach. When Nick went out Wayne cleaned, manically, obsessively, scrubbing every inch of the apartment. He started by organizing each shelf and cupboard, any kind of storage space.
Wayne was astonished that he hadn’t even had a smaller spat or argument with Nick. Nick Radel, who was notorious for being an irritable, untrusting, selfish bastard, had not only invited him to move in but hadn’t fought with him after he did. The closest thing to a fight Nick and Wayne had were a few snarky remarks and jabs here and there. But that was normal for them. They were comfortable bickering and holding each other at an arm's length. It was an unspoken rule between them that they had to because if they didn’t keep some kind of wall or layer of separation, they’d crash together and have to be vulnerable.
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