#25072022

[evessuki]

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[esraras7]

25072022

#bestdayofmylife #alacati #izmir #cesme

[allovelyhappily]

“...Oh, P’ Mile!” - 25072022 sr. Daisymile

[louisphoto]

Louis in Melbourne, July 25th 2022, photos by Samantha Meuleman via Amnplify

[companyofsafarova]

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[thelifejournalofafemalearchitect]

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[vnilltte]

so… first attempt at painting raindrops didn’t really turn out the way i wanted but it’s foine

[ellayuki]

25072022 - 9-1-1

ain't nothing that can stop me (from saving you)

~

He wipes his face as best he can, then blinks once, and then again, until his vision finally stops swimming.

Eddie inhales, sharp and painful, as his eyes focus at last, and land on Buck. 

Because Buck is…

Fuck.

Buck is down, bloody and dusty, and not responding when Eddie calls him, not even so much as twitching, no matter how many times Eddie yells at him from across the ruined room, and Eddie can't breathe with it.

This is probably how he felt, a voice whispers in the back of his head, not helping with the mounting sense of dread and hysteria, when the well collapsed, and when you were shot. This spreading emptiness in the middle of your chest. Eddie shakes his head, forces the voice to shut the hell up, because he needs to focus, needs to find a good, steadfast path to Buck, needs to get him out of here before the entire goddamn building falls on their heads.

'Buckley, Diaz, respond,' comes Bobby's voice over the comms, worried. 'I thought I told you two to get out of there.'

Eddie brings a shaking hand up, presses the button blindly, his eyes never stopping their search for a way to Buck. "This is Diaz," he says and he can hear the way his voice cracks. "Buckley's down. The floor above us collapsed and some of the debris caught him on the way down."

It's Hen who speaks next, and she sounds just as worried as Bobby. 'Do you have a visual? Can you tell if-'

"He's breathing," Eddie cuts her off, even if he can't really tell from where he is. There's no way in hell Buck isn't breathing, as far as he's concerned. "I just need to figure out how to get to him so I can get us out."

'Eddie,' Bobby starts, and there's something in his voice that immediately has alarm bells ringing in Eddie's head.

"I'm getting both of us out of this building, Bobby," he cuts his captain off, because there is no way in hell he's getting out of here alone. He wouldn't be able to look his son in the eyes ever again if he does. He wouldn't be able to look at himself in a mirror for the rest of his life if he walked out of here on his own.

'...Okay,' Bobby says, and he sounds resigned now. It's usually Buck's job to make him sound like that, Eddie thinks, just as Bobby continues with a firm, 'Don't die trying.'

Hah. "Copy that."

~

("You got me out of there."

"Obviously."

"Eddie…"

"Buck. What, you thought I was just gonna save my own hide, leave you there to die?"

"You have Christopher to think about."

"So do you. If you think I'm going home and telling him you're gone and I didn't do anything to try and- No. No."

"Eddie…"

"So you say thanks, I say always, I have your back, you have mine, and then tomorrow, when they let you out of this damn hospital room, you're coming home with me and hug our kid, and that's that. Okay?"

"...Okay. Yeah."

"Good.")

[arewedoneyet]

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[evessuki]

˖⁺‧₊˚ sukeve in mcklunky’s ˚₊‧⁺˖

[allovelyhappily]

MileApo at KP World Tour, Bangkok, July 24-25 2022

[kkmise]

25072022

[earth-mixxiw]

@/mixxiw IG story 25072022

Mix and his mom. 💜

[companyofsafarova]

Ayrılmaz ikilini paylaşmaq bu günə qismət imiş 🤭 Şəkilləri vərəqləyərək detallarla tanış ola bilərsiniz ☺️ 🦖🐝 Qiymət: 17₼ Çatdırılma: istənilən metro daxilinə Pulsuz. 🦖🐝 #dinoandbee #plushdino #plushdinosaur #dinosaurandbee #crochetplushy #amigurumiplushy #toxunmaoyuncaq #əlişləri 🦖🐝 #25072022 https://www.instagram.com/p/CgcENdtME8F/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[petiplato]

25072022 Que ce challenge du jour fut enthousiasmant ! D’abord, par cette incroyable succession de paysages que j’ai traversés faits tantôt de sécheresse que même l’été ne connaît pas sous ce jour, tantôt d’îlots de verdure trahissant la présence invisible de l’eau. Puis, par cette idée un peu folle de pédaler durant 100 kilomètres sous un soleil de plomb.J’ai eu chaud aujourd’hui, au sens météorologique de l’expression. 

J’ai eu chaud mais j’ai su écouter ces moments qui ordonnaient de se « pauser » à l’ombre, juste le temps que ce soleil emmagasiné en moi puisse se faire oublier pour enfin repartir à l’assaut des prochains kilomètres. J’ai eu chaud oui, mais j’ai su maîtriser mon statut hydrique en buvant régulièrement (le repérage des points de ravitaillement en eau fut une précieuse précaution, un stress oublié) et en sachant ne pas minorer le besoin indispensable en alimentation. Ne pas se mettre à la faute !

J’ai connu deux périodes interminables : deux portions de route d’une quinzaine de kilomètres entre deux villages, comme deux traversées d’un désert monotone : ne pas penser alors aux kilomètres qui semblent ne plus vouloir défiler et se concentrer sur un prochain objectif puis un autre, pour faire passer le temps.

Je n’ai pas eu mal, la gestion de mon effort se devait d’être régulière et pondérée pour écrire la distance dans son entièreté et surtout ne pas exploser en cours de route ! Ne pas abandonner !!!J’ai eu mal au moral quand à Manosque, komoot a perdu ma trace, m’invitant une promenade dans une cité qui ne devait être que de passage ! Alors que mon compteur de vélo ne synchronisa pas immédiatement au moment du départ (je fus contraint de le relancer presque 5 kilomètres après mon départ pour enfin le voir afficher les données en tant réel)… La technique a trahit le cycliste mais le cycliste n’a pas failli : kissé l’patron ?!? 

Aujourd’hui fut une très belle journée et je devine déjà ma nuit à venir comme réparatrice même si je pense continuer de pédaler dans un sommeil au rêve d’ombre et de lumière, de roches sèches et de cours d’eau, de cigales et de vent…Après 4h30 d’efforts dans la chaleur d’un été provençal, j’affiche 100 kilomètres au compteur (et tant pis pour ceux perdus en route et non comptabilisés) : ça, c’est fait.

Allez, à la douche !

[portfolioleticiasepulveda]

Dia Internacional da Mulher Negra, Latino-americana e Caribenha: conheça a importância da data

https://noticias.r7.com/internacional/dia-internacional-da-mulher-negra-latino-americana-e-caribenha-conheca-a-importancia-da-data-25072022