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A LOVELY DAY FOR A GUINNESS
When Guinness is poured, the gas bubbles appear to travel downwards in the glass. The effect is attributed to drag; bubbles that touch the walls of a glass are slowed in their travel upwards. Bubbles in the centre of the glass are, however, free to rise t
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#17 march#2023#Apple#classic advertisement#Fotonique#gas bubbles appear to travel downwards#Guinness#Infomatique#Iphone#Lovely Day For A Guinness#St Patrick&039;s Day#William Murphy
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#aesthetic#old#old aesthetic#vintage#antique#antique aesthetic#canada#canada dry#poster#old poster#antique poster#old advertisements#vintage advertising#vintage aesthetic#classic advertisement#classic#advertising#advertisement#advertisements#blonde#woman#women#mountie#framed art#painting#old painting#vintage painting#antique painting#classic painting#blonde woman
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Mercury Park Lane (1966)
#cars#cool#cool cars#car#classic car#vintage#motor#classic#drive#driving#1960s style#1960s fashion#1960s advertising#1960s#60s vintage#60s fashion#60s style#60s#spring#weekend#friday
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1959 Cadillac Coupe DeVille
#general motors#gm#autos#vintage automobiles#classic car#cadillac#cadillac coupe deville#cadillac coupe de ville#vintage advertising#gm design
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Yandere! Bad Guy x Reader
I am currently in my Natural Born Killers nostalgia, and so I'm borrowing its vibes and bringing you this: a bad-to-the-bone, rock-and-roll attitude yandere who constantly makes you question your own morality. Featuring an old OC!
Content: gender neutral reader, violence, murder, male yandere
He fell in love with you at first sight. A goody two shoes, quiet and obedient. Shy. Oh, terribly shy. You couldn't even meet his eyes. He knew you were the kind others would step on, take advantage of. But there was more to it, much more to uncover.
Who was it? A relative, a friend, a coworker? You know, that person holding you back, keeping you in your place. The one who'd always make you feel small and insignificant. The one who would always find something to criticize. How did it feel when you found them on the ground, bashed in and bloodied up? He was standing above the lifeless body, catching his breath, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His way of courting you.
He looked so tall in that moment, towering above your hesitant self, his gaze of a confidence and intensity you'd never known before. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get in", he said, gesturing towards a convertible he most likely stole earlier that day. What possessed you in that moment to join him without delay? Was it his charisma? Or did you know in the depth of your soul that he wouldn't take no for an answer?
You see, he's known it from the beginning. Someone like you needs someone like him. You’re a sweet little lamb lost among the wolves. The world would eat you right up if you were left by yourself. But now you have him. And he won't let his precious prey get away. Oh, dear, no. If he wants something, he gets it. And he's never wanted anything more than you.
"You didn't...even tell me your name", you sheepishly spoke up from the passenger seat, trying to keep your mind away from the crime you'd just witnessed. "Just call me Tig", he said casually with a yawn, speeding away. "Won't you be in trouble, Tig? Why would you even kill-" you tried to reason. "What kinda question is that? They treated you like shit and it pissed me off." He glanced at you with a frown, taking another drag off his cigarette. "You're mine now, so whatever happens to you is my business. Got it?" You just stared. Was that his way of asking you out?
Tig lives by his own rules, as you quickly learned from becoming his companion. Always on the run, indifferent to the world. For the most part, to your surprise, he's well-behaved. If people don't mess with him, he doesn't mess with them. Simple as that.
Anything involving you, however, sets him off terribly. Like a rabid, ferocious guard dog, he's ready to pounce on whoever approaches you the wrong way. Last week you stopped at a highway diner for coffee, and on your way back to your table, you jokingly pulled a clumsy dance move to the song playing from the speakers. Tig observed you with an amused smile, sipping from his cup. A passerby joined you, resting his arm on your waist flirtatiously. Tig's smile dropped in an instant, and next thing you knew, the whole place was splattered in blood. No one made it out.
"I didn't even finish my coffee", you whined, already used to the occasional massacre. The man hopped behind the counter and threw on a bloodied cap. "What will it be, sir/ma'am?" he pretended, dangling a takeaway cup and starting the espresso machine. "I never told you, but I used to be a barista", he declared proudly. An entirely different person from the unhinged killer you witnessed minutes ago. "What? You said you were a mechanic", you questioned with raised brows. "That's also true. I'm a jack of all trades, I suppose. You know what I'm best at, though?" He lowered himself until his forehead touched yours. "Pleasing you."
The man is romantic in his own way. He twists the key, and the engine stops. You follow him out of the car in confusion. "Why did we stop here?" He briefly lifts himself up onto the tall fence securing the bridge, and inhales deeply. "Isn't it a nice view?" he says, nodding ahead. It is a scenic sight, sure. The river slithers along the lush valley, and the setting sun gives everything a dramatic tint. "Give me your hand", he suddenly demands as he goes to grab it himself. Before you can ask for an explanation, he quickly drags a blade across your palm, and you wince in pain. He repeats the gesture with his own hand, locking his fingers with yours over the rail. You watch as fresh blood trails along your skin, eventually falling into droplets and vanishing into the river. "Now we're going to be everywhere", he remarks playfully. "Okay, but what was the point?" you insist, a little baffled.
"Isn't it obvious? Maybe this will help", he continues, procuring a ring from his pocket. "I'm saying I want to marry you, (Y/N)."
You open your mouth to answer, but he already slides it up your finger, eyes glimmering in excitement.
"You're never getting away from me, love."
#yes I'm advertising the movie again because it's a CLASSIC#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#yandere killer#yandere delinquent#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere male#yandere male x reader#yandere boyfriend#male yandere#doodle#my art#yandere art#tig
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BRAM STOKER'S DRACULA [WMS | USA, 1993]
#advertising#dracula#arcade#classic horror#horror#retro#illustration#pinball#bram stoker#macabre#90s#USA#video games#vg#u
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Advertisement for the mighty Jeep Gladiator.
National Geographic
1966
#vintage camping#campfire light#jeep gladiator#history#vintage advertising#road trips#camping#fishing#classic cars#vintage trucks#1960s
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Do Androids Dream of Electric Sex?
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The Times Herald vintage ad for House on Haunted Hill (1959)
#vincent price#the house on haunted hill#house on haunted hill#advertising#ad#vintage ad#vintage photography#vintage newspapers#how cool is this?#william castle#horror#classic horror#vintage#old horror movies
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Range Rover advertising image, 1991. This is near the end of the lifespan of the Range Rover Classic which was replaced in 1994 after 24 years in production, the longest of any Range Rover generation
#Range Rover#Range Rover Classic#1991#first generation#4x4#all wheel drive#4WD#advertising#advertising image#off road
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1969 GM Buick advertisement
#1969#Buick#opal#gs#car#automotive#automobile#vintageadsmakemehappy#vintage magazine#vintage advertising#magazine#advertising#60s#1960s#classic#muscle car#sports cars
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Ford Falcon (1960)
#cars#cool#cool cars#car#classic car#vintage#motor#classic#drive#driving#1960s advertising#1960s fashion#1960s history#1960s style#1960s#60s vintage#60s fashion#60s style#60s#weekend#friday#september
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1959 GM models at the GM Tech Center in Warren Michigan
#general motors#classic car#chevrolet#buick#cadillac#pontiac#vintage advertising#vintage automobiles#oldsmobile#autos#gm#1959
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