#U-Boat Watches

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Longines Watches: A Guide to Choosing the Right Model for Every Occasion

Longines watches have long been synonymous with elegance, precision, and sophistication. Whether you are attending a formal event, heading to the office, or simply enjoying a casual day out, Longines offers an exquisite collection to suit every occasion. In this guide, we explore the various Longines watch models and how to choose the perfect timepiece that complements your style and purpose.

Timeless Classics for Formal Events:

When it comes to formal occasions, nothing exudes timeless charm quite like a Longines dress watch. The collection boasts sleek designs, minimalistic dials, and luxurious leather or metal straps. Opt for the classic Longines Master Collection or the elegant La Grande Classique series to add a touch of refinement to your formal attire.

Sporty Elegance for Active Lifestyles:

For sports enthusiasts and those leading an active lifestyle, Longines sports watches combine functionality and style. Models like the Conquest and HydroConquest series are equipped with advanced features like water resistance, chronographs, and tachymeters. These timepieces are perfect companions for adventurous pursuits, adding a touch of sophistication even during your most thrilling activities.

Versatile Choices for Everyday Wear:

For everyday wear, Longines offers a range of versatile options that seamlessly transition from day to night. The Longines Elegant collection and the DolceVita series strike the right balance between casual and sophisticated, making them ideal for both professional settings and casual outings.

Conclusion:

These  watches are more than just timekeeping instruments; they are expressions of style and taste. Whether you're attending a formal affair, engaging in outdoor adventures, or looking for a watch to complement your everyday outfits, Longines has the perfect timepiece for you. To explore their exquisite collection and find the watch that resonates with your personality and lifestyle, visit the official website www.luxurywatchesandmore.co.uk. Choose Longines, and let its heritage of elegance and precision grace your wrist on every occasion.

[braindos]

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[insomnya777]

do you guys know that youtube dating show called the button. because i was watching it with my friend the other day bc we were bored and we were like this seems funny and i somehow got a boat boys fic idea based off of it. so if i make a fic about the button dating show will people underdtand or is it too niche

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Link to The Terror, which u should watch (x)

[r2y9s]

[Watch_Dogs]

expecting a kiss with tongue <- -> hasn't kissed anyone ever someone in a long time

[puppyeared]

bestieesssss /platonic

(Xīn Yá belongs to me, Sailor belongs to @crow-cap)

[crossbackpoke-check]

the deweys photos are from this video: https://youtu.be/5xTwJho44ao?si=bPw8MZZ327lCogVZ aren’t they just everything

kissing you and the minnesota wild official media team (with consent) full on the mouth, THANK YOU THIS VIDEO IS EVERYTHING 🥰🥰 i have seen pieces of it before i think (connor petting a shark 🥹) but the entire video start to finish is such a delight, 10/10 would recommend

[p4nishers]

be is genuinely one of hozier's best songs ever but yall aren't ready for that conversation

[k-kaez]

(praise and reaction post for joel smallishbeans the main character in life)

IM BACK FROM MY HOLIDAY WHICH NONE OF YOU KNOW ABOUT AND IVE FINALLY WATCHED JOEL'S HERMITCRAFT EPISODE AND MY FIRST REACTION IS OH MY GODDDDD !!! 😭😭

ITS MY BOY !!!!

idk man just good job joel, im so excited at what he'll do on this server, and his base and the whole mechanic game thing they're doing, he deserves every good thing and im not even joking, such a good builder, a funny guy, handsome AND tall AND humble

go off king !!

[acourtofquestions]

Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

[fahclove]

Watching Person of Interest and oh my god….Shaw is so butch.

[westmeath]

Peter O'Toole and Philippe Noiret in Murphy's War, 1971

[buckdiazlafd]

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[joelletwo]

[The Final sugi dying kitten betrayal -> utsuro-gin fight -> sakura boat imagination -> completely tonally consistent with these ginpachi-sensei closer]

now listen. u know i would rather die than post five nearly-uninterrupted minutes of a fight scene. so take that into consideration.

[leo-kinnie]

Lin you say send asks about sandros meanwhile every day I have the lil guy turning in my head and if I wasn't an anxious mess I'd probably spam your askbox (or dms) with 100 questions/pos /lh

Tell us everything about the sillies. His favorite drinks his favorite places, OOOH WHERW WOULD HE WANNA GO MOST???

-☆staranon☆

dog i'd be so enthusiasic if you ever did send any asks abt them. im ALWAYS fighting off the urge to rant about them bc i dont wanna annoy anyone 😭

Sandro's fav drinks are anything carbonated his ass likes the fizzle smfh. BUT ALSO his fav place in the entire world is Leo's room. It's his safe space and he is more often than not found THERE if he's not by Leo's side ill be real

[cringelordofchaos]

gonna watch south park wish me luck

Oh my Fucking god good luck

What are you watching first though ?? Cuz there's a shit ton to watch (27 seasons) I could give u some recommendations though idrk what

If u didn't know already all episodes are available for free on southparkstudios.com (official and mostly ad-free)

But WOOOOOOO