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[xxx-scars-on-my-neck-xxx]

29 June 2005: De blu filter incident...

1 photo dat caused PANICK in New Jersey...

And also de infamouz blue apocalypse...

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[secondsotries]

poison tree

[picsfortheday]

[justarandomgirly]

Red white and royal blue (2023)

[tinyclove]

made a little star coaster to match my little dragon!

[noritama0301]

宍道湖

[tar-dar]

Ｔｈｅ Ｂｏｌｏｇｎａ Ｉｎｃｉｄｅｎｔ

[mrblank-0]

Offline for a while

Not much I can say for right now

Just know I was involved in a accident and that made me realize I need a break

Fused!Verse is not cancelled and maybe I will make a return

Just know that I probably won’t be posting for quite a while

You all have a great day and stay safe

[skatingqueen]

BREAKING NEWS! Candlelight cookie found beheaded. It was a tragic scene. The nation is devastated as we mourn our collective loss. Please spread awareness and donate to their family.

[kilipse]

Incident CAT2RC2065-24102023-26102023

J.02 is being homophobic again

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"Omega" incident

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"Of all the things that happened there / That’s all that I remember."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[multidimensional-trashcan]

So after Destiel-Putin-Election-Day and Reigen-Sans-Queen-Incident i predict the Barbie-Biden-Anish-Kapoor-Catastrophe for next August. No, I don't know what will happen but it'll certainly be insane.

[ragondin09]

CHAPTER 4 IS OUT !!!

Nevermind - Ocon x Gasly (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/370284313-nevermind-ocon-x-gasly?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=LittleRagondin Was it a public secret ? Yuki Tsunoda and Pierre Gasly were pure lovers. Even if it was a secret, everyone was obviously aware that something was going on between them ; they were more than friends. Yeah. But, should someone tell them ? Nevermind, It was too late, Formula 1 can lead to some crazy things. But not a driver's coma, right ? "Yuki Tsunoda, crashed by Ocon, his car being projected in the air by Leclerc's monoplace." was the only words the commentators yelled. A silence fired the entire track, the same silence between the two Alpine drivers after this tragic incident. Rage and guilt are slowly mixing until Esteban started taking the situations by hands. It was not forbidden, was it ? Being attracted to a driver against he hold a heavy secret ? But Pierre already made the error to love Yuki...

[1920sladydectective]

Scarborough - Late 1880s.

Hello Gang,

Here is a sad accident Aesop drabble - TW for violence and death and poor self view.

Let me know what you think, I haven't properly proof read this.

“It’s a fucking boat stuffed with shrunken heads, Richmond,” Sharp laughed quietly, boots squelching in the mud as the pair advanced forward quietly, “I’m not exactly expecting a note worthy battle,” 

“Why in Merlin’s name would somebody smuggle these, anyway,” His partner, Arthur Richmond, murmured as his pale eyes scanned the murky sky, “Fat waste of time if you ask me,” 

“It’s not ours to ask why, Arthur, just to apprehend,” Sharp mumbled sarcastically, eyes darting about as they approached the port where the ship rested.

“Apologies, Your Majesty,” Richmond mocked, as he dodged the whack to his shoulder, snorting at the older man. 

Damp, rotting wooden planks lined the Port, the thick stench of fish, salt and blood consuming them as they covered themselves in a Disillusionment charm, not entirely necessary but a precaution all the same. The slight October chill rattled through their coats as they grit their teeth, listening intently for movement. 

When nothing was detected, they slowly made their way onto the Boat, meeting no resistance whatsoever. 

“Fuck me this lot are lazy,” Arthur said, “Perhaps we will be back in time for that drink after all,” 

Sharp laughed at that, boot buckles jingling slightly as they navigated the dim, winding passages of the boat. They had already come across several boxes and documented them, muttering to each other about the ridiculousness of being sent on such a task with their level of experience. 

Nearly twenty minutes of searching revealed nothing other  than poorly packed cargo, the thrum of air outside growing more persistently the darker the night fell, as Aesop let out a grand rattling sigh and shoved his notes in his pocket. 

“That’s that sorted the-” A green flicker rushed past his ear, as they both instinctively dropped to the ground, letting out a stream of curses. 

“Bastards must have just got back,” Arthur grumbled, “Or they were here and under a potion or what have you,” 

“Whatever it is, let’s arrest them and be done with it,” Aesop sounded more tired than worried, eyes clocking six men as he shot off a spell of his own. 

The Diffindo sliced cleanly through the man’s arm, as the fight broke out, men dancing and jumping around each other. The first two men fell almost immediately, comically, as Arthur muttered a wise crack Sharp couldn’t quite catch, the sloshing water drowning his words as he dodged a Bombarda to the chest. 

Four men remained, slightly more able, though Sharp managed to creatively bind one as he watched the man misjudge the sway of the boat, the water aiding his mission. 

“Gentlemen, is this really necessary?” The adrenaline of the fight thrummed through his veins, as Sharp managed the tiniest smirk, body leaning this way and that to avoid vicious thrusts of magic. 

Arthur let out a laugh, trapping another, as the playing field was evened to one man each. 

“Watch your tongue,” The man to Aesop’s left spat, his dark eyes bearing into his soul. Sharp was not easily shaken, it was not in his nature to be intimidated by those he hunted, but something in the man’s eye spoke to a depravity and desperation Aesop had not accounted for. 

Shaking himself out of the slight shock, he felt the light stab of a Glacius on his arm as he grunted in frustration, taking another to the leg as he was rendered temporarily immobile. Arthur was fighting admirably, but his opponent was matched skillswise and it was showing in his ever so slight fatigue, eyes darting worriedly over to Sharp. 

When he was preoccupied, Sharp bound Arthur’s opponent in order to receive help from his partner with the only man who had spoken, inarguably the Leader. Instead, as the Incarcerus slipped from his tongue, another green flash danced past his eyes. Aesop braced for a pain that never came, as a sickly sweet calmness engulfed him almost making him fall over, as rather than the vicious sting of Crucio, the Imperius Curse enveloped his mind. 

Though he had received training on how to cast the Unforgivables for extreme circumstances, and to withstand the effects of the two less permanent curses, his shock and sudden icy pain had allowed the snare to dig into his brain as a warm, dragging sensation made his mind go blank. 

Arthur was shouting, that much he knew, loud and rough screams as he attempted to fight off attacks. Attacks which oddly enough, seemed to be coming from Aesop himself. Nothing was making sense, other than the quiet lullaby playing at the very back of his mind, his body moving in fluid, sharp motions as he did hardly any thinking at all. Though it may not have seemed like it, Sharp was attempting to fight the curse, mind fracturing in two with the force of it. He could feel what this vicious Bastard was trying to get him to do, and he would not allow it. Though a few of his spells had landed precise hits, his skill surpassing Arthur’s, Sharp had only injured the man. 

The whispers to finish it, the murmurings of that spell were nearly deafening, and the fury at their presence in his mind almost gave Sharp the strength to break the spell’s concentration on his mind. As he felt his sense returning, inch by inch, an almighty scream ripped from his throat as a mind numbing flair of pain engulfed his leg, the shock sinking his mind back into the Imperius Curse as he felt its tension tugging on his head. 

Still, Aesop couldn’t understand the words coming out of Arthur’s bloodied mouth, those words now the only ones rebounding in his mind, the only thought as his free will was burned through like gasoline soaked kindling. He saw the green flash, this time from him, and felt a crushing sorrow that took him a few seconds to connect to. 

The man had dropped the Imperius Curse, on purpose, to let him see the consequences of his weakness. 

Arthur Richmond had been murdered. An entire person, brimming with possibilities and life and humour had been snuffed out. His best friend and partner had died at his hands, due to his arrogance. 

He hadn’t even been able to hear his last words. 

Aesop’s shock was crippling him, the pain in his leg the only thing keeping him alert and conscious as he realised the limb was barely functional, his searing, tear soaked face turned to the snarling, triumphant man. With the only energy he had left, Sharp stunned him momentarily, as he forced himself to grab hold of Arthur’s body and apparate to St Mungo’s. 

There, covered in ice fragments, the mangled combination of their blood and his own vomit, Aesop Sharp collapsed. His last thought was not a kind one. 

Everything had gone so terribly, terribly wrong. Did he even want to survive this?