Etched and gilded armor, Dutch, dated 1612
from The Royal Armouries Collection
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Etched and gilded armor, Dutch, dated 1612
from The Royal Armouries Collection
Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R
//my shift key does not work... i hate this
Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
Armskirk, Aeredale, 11:50 P.M.
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As a rainstorm battered onto cobblestone pathways below Kingswood Boulevard, moonlight and street light mixed together--the entire street dormant, its bustle settling down hours prior. A figure stumbled aimlessly down the road, shaky palms reaching out to steady a sway. Slumping against a lamp post, his gaze flickered upwards, struggling to focus. There had to be somewhere he could get assistance... "Closed," one sign blurred out to him, mockingly. "Closed," another read. Straightening, more crimson blossomed through his shirt, eliciting a shuddered gasp. Gritting teeth, he forced himself forward, each step flooding nearly every fibre of his being with agony. 'Please,' he begged to some higher power, 'somebody. It hurts, Oh God it hurts.' He could only go for just a while longer, until his knees buckled out on him--and crying out, he laid there, whimpering. Coughing, he spat speckles of blood quickly washed away by rainwater. Pressing a hand onto soaked ground, the cold temperature sent a shiver down his spine--mustering all the strength he could, he rolled. And crawled... Crawled under the elements, until -- The Raven's Message, a potions shop crewed by Aloysius and young trainee Finn Powell... As a last-ditch effort, he raised both hands and tried the handle, gripping it as if his entire life depended on it. "F-Finn," he whispered, using the last ounce of his energy to enter. "Finn... Help." Finn nearly jumped out of his skin at the bell tinkering--a patron, at this hour? Who could it be? Whirling, the alchemist's mouth hung open at the sight before him. "D-DV?!" He almost had to do a double take, but quickly confirmed that the Prince's brother was at his doorstep and needed him--yesterday! Snapping back to reality, Finn rushed to the dark-clad's side, taking him into his arms. "What happened?! Aloysius, help!!" The swordsman couldn't answer-- the last thing he remembered was Finn's alarmed sea blue eyes staring into his glassy reds before unconsciousness swallowed him whole.
Photo credit:
1. Glenn-Marcus
2. Robert-Owen-Jones
3-4. Shannon-Wettstein-Sadler
Hi mun, this is an old friend of yours from many years ago. I'm wondering if you still watch motorsports? I've gotten very much into Formula 1 as of late and remember how you loved Kimi Raikkonen a lot.
Unfortunately no I don't sorry, I vaguely follow stuff on socials but I do not watch races live anymore. Really I'm just not into the sport in general at all any longer, it's not a thing I like as much as I used to. I also never watched F1 anyway due to the time differences anyhow as much as I wished I could back then (and still don't sadly...)
Cliffs of Moher, Ireland (by Alexandru)
can’t believe this iconic moment hasnt shown up on my dash yet in light of today
et tu
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Other things I'd add to this:
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Send me an ask and tell me
Tell then what you think they most want to hear, or what you think they secretly wish for, or the fantasy that would bring them to their knees. My muse will react accordingly, letting you know if they're correct or not.