#Marshall and rose

[pianotunerwolverhampton]

Tuning an excellent 'Marshall & Rose' Upright Piano. Manufactired by Sir Herbert Marshall & Sons Ltd, London.

Piano Tuner in Much Wenlock Shropshire.

#muchwenlock #piano #pianist #pianotuner #pianotuning #marshallandrose

[gatopidao]

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[punkeropercyjackson]

'It's me,i'm freaks' white suburdinate ahh fandom niggas when the outcast character is an actual nonconformist and a minority instead of just a quirky normie with no trauma coping that dosen't have to do with sex:

[theseekeroftruth]

[ourforgottensouls]

[citizenscreen]

“Hollywood Squares” premiered on ABC on October 17, 1966. Promo shots from 1966 featuring Wally Cox, Abby Dalton, Peter Marshall (host), Rose Marie, and Morey Amsterdam.

[cccovers]

Scorpio Rose #2 (November 1983) cover by Marshall Rogers.

[queenlachimolala]

In my opinion, the dynamics between the Inner Circle is very similar to The Originals/The Mikaelson's family one. I think I don't need to explain myself why.

🎨 art_hola

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[hauntedrose555]

if inside out was filmed inside my head

[fandoms--fluff]

Perfect Just The Way You Are

Female reader x Danielle Rose Russell

Summary: Danielle feels really self conscious after she reads hate comments and you comfort her and reassure her how pretty and amazing she is. 

Warnings: talk of self consciousness, but other than that just FLUFF

A/n: decided to do something a bit different and write an actress to see if anyone likes it

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As you walk into the living room, you hear your girlfriend sigh. She has a disappointed and sad look on her face. You go over behind where she’s sitting on the couch, and look over at her phone screen. Your eyebrows furrow for a moment as you start reading what it says. 

Quickly, you take the phone out of Danielle’s hand. “Hey!” she says, noticing your presence by that action. 

“What have we talked about reading those idiot’s comments or any articles. Baby, you are so beautiful.” She looks up at you with tears in her eyes. 

“But what if they’re right, I-I’ve never looked like all the other girls at school and-” you cut her off, “Of course you haven’t, you are way more gorgeous, and shouldn’t believe what everyone writes. It’s your body, not theirs. Trust me, if it wasn’t illegal they’d all be gone by now” you smirk, making her chuckles at your last sentence. 

You sit down beside her, and bring her into your arms. Immediately she melts into your embrace. “You’re the most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, amazing, cute girl in the universe” you say as you plant small kisses on the top of her head after each word. 

“Then why do they say that stuff, and they’re not wrong, even a person without their glasses can tell how different I look next to everybody on screen” she whispers, voice cracking as she goes down the rabbit hole again of her self consciousness. 

“They say that stuff because they’re projected all their self consciousness onto you. And don’t say that about yourself, you look amazing in every tv show and movie and anything you’ve ever done or posted online, even better than everyone else.” you kiss her on the lips. 

“People were mad that I got the role of Hope. I couldn’t figure it out until I found comments on some behind the scene pictures I posted. Maybe I should loose some weight before starting Legacies” she says. 

“Hey, I’m with you for whatever you decide you want to do with your body, but please promise me that whatever you may or may not do, is not because of what some jackass stranger says about you” you tighten your arms around her torso. 

“I promise.”

It’s been ten minutes and you’ve both been cuddled together in a calm silence. 

“Thank you for helping me with that, and with everything you’ve ever been with or helped me with. I don’t know why people I don’t even know, get to me so much and why I let them so easily. I love my body, and always have.” Danielle tells you. 

“Of course, I’m always here for you, Dani, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, you’re the best girlfriend ever” she nuzzles her head into your warm chest, loving the warmth radiating off of you as it storms outside. 

[alegacyofmonsters]

[mdshh]

It’s Joaquim’s birthday! 🥳

[its-been-rose]

So uh. I calculated how tall Whistling Point is. And uh. The results don’t look great for Mooney, George and Marie.

ITS TIME FOR…

ROSE! DOES! PHYSICS!!!!!!!!

So the time it takes for Marie to fall the entirety of the height of Whistling Point is approximately 3.42 seconds (from the end of “no stop!” To the splash) more or less. I could be more accurate if i scrubbed a recording but I just did it via stopwatch.

The formula for calculating height from distance is

h= 1/2(gravity)(time)^2 [in this formula you can account for the speed of sound like how fast the splash would travel back to the ears, which did, though it was basically negligible in my calculation]

This means the height in meters is 1/2(9.8)(3.42)^2

Which is 57.31 meters.

Put that into feet and you get just about 189 feet.

Yall. From 89 feet and above, proper positioning to prevent injury when diving into water (DEEP WATER) is critical. That means arms over your chest, plugging your nose, crossing your feet, etc. from 100 feet onwards that becomes even more critical. And that’s for things like professional high diving and military drills. Often when people (unfortunately) commit suicide when jumping from bridges about the same height, the ones who survive were the most upright/vertical, with the ones who passed sustaining fatal injuries when they hit the ocean/river below.

George fell backwards. From that height, it’s likely asphyxiation wasn’t what killed him, but hitting the freaking water back/head first. If he didn’t immediately die on impact, he would’ve been so injured he couldn’t swim. Hitting his head underwater wouldn’t even be necessary to drown him. The second he fell off that cliff, George was dead.

For Mooney, since he jumped intentionally, it’s unknowable if he had proper form. However, the huge height would still probably cause a ton of damage especially if the river wasn’t that deep. His ankles and maybe even shins would be absolutely destroyed if they hit the rocks, and he might’ve been too injured to resurface. It is POSSIBLE to survive a fall like that, but what kills you isn’t the fall, it’s the very sudden stop. I also don’t know if he got a running start or not, which would slightly change the calculations, but I’m pretty sure he’d be dead anyway.

For Marie, it’s unknown if she turned around and jumped or if she let herself fall backwards. If she let herself fall backwards she’s absolutely fucked. If she jumped, again, she could survive but would be incredibly injured, maybe too injured to resurface, and could drown.

[theseekeroftruth]

Evening gently enveloped one of the cozy galleries in the south of France, where the soft light of the lamps spilled over the marble walls, as if highlighting their majestic antiquity. Elijah Mikaelson, always impeccably elegant, sat at a table in the far corner of the hall, across from a young woman named Andrea. The air was filled with the aroma of red wine, which they were sipping slowly, watching an elderly couple dancing in the center of the hall. The music, seeping through the walls, was muted, yet expressive enough to touch something deeply hidden within their souls, the strings of the guitar resonating with their mood.

The man’s gaze drifted over the delicate profile of the stranger, whose features seemed to be from a past life; her eyes glistened in the dim light like two precious gems. His voice was quiet, almost intimate, when he asked a question that seemed inevitable:

"You ever feel like that?"

Andrea slowly turned her head, her face lit up with slight surprise and a soft smile.

"Like what?" she asked, knowing the answer was already on its way.

The brunette glanced toward the elderly couple, their hands tightly intertwined as if they had been holding onto each other their entire lives, afraid to lose contact even for a moment.

"Like... you were just destined for someone" his voice was filled with longing, as if every word was a memory of a lost treasure.

A moment passed, stretching into an eternity, as Andrea looked into her companion's eyes. There was so much understanding in her gaze that he could have sworn she saw through him, through the centuries he had lived, to the very core of his soul, as if she had known him for many years.

"Yes..." she replied, and in her response was the silence of long years of waiting, as if she had always known this moment would one day come.

They were silent, allowing the music to speak for them. The elderly couple gracefully twirled around the hall, their movements filled with the grace and love that only time can give. And suddenly, the noble Mikaelson extended his hand. The woman slowly placed hers over it, allowing him to draw her closer, leading her to the dancers. They moved to the rhythm of the melody, as if the music was their guide on this evening.

Elijah felt the warmth of her body flow into his, her breath becoming part of his own, and for a moment, he allowed himself to forget everything. They danced slowly, as if it were their last dance, yet there was hope for the future in their movements.

When the music faded, Andrea stopped, her hand still resting on his shoulder. She slowly leaned in and left a light kiss on his cheek, which felt more tangible than a thousand lived years. Then she barely pulled away and whispered with a certain mystery:

"I'll be waiting for another dance"

Mikaelson followed her with his gaze, as if trying to memorize every detail of her appearance tonight, sensing and somehow recalling that what connected them was far more than just a dance and a soulful evening in a hall filled with art.

[tomoleary]

Marshall Rogers - Scorpio Rose Pin-Up page Original Art (Eclipse, 1982)

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