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[fawazarts]

FAWAZ ARTS #fawazarts #fawazartsgallery #fawaz #art #pencil #acrylicpainting #pencilsketch #pencilportrait #acrylicportrait #prince #artwork #insale https://www.instagram.com/p/ClZrl9ouZWk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pgfone]

Poco fa è passato a trovarmi un mio parente alla lontana che è una guardia forestale, non ha fatto in tempo a varcare il cancello e vedendo le tartarughe che pascolavano in giardino, con aria severa mi ha detto: queste andrebbero denunciate lo sai? E io: ah sì? E che hanno fatto porelle? Mangiato troppa insalata?

[coderiderr]

busting out the old school computer since getting on my normal one would make me anxious so i can watch youtube while i draw (on paper *gasp*)

[forgottenbones]

Biscuit Rap | Two Pints | BBC Studios

[rivaiin]

rawdogging vanilla dao cause i got banned from nexus 10 years ago for reporting the straight dorian mod and i refuse to write an apology letter to appeal the ban

[ritroviamocida]

I Semi: Piccoli scrigni di salute per una dieta ricca e completa

I Semi: Piccoli scrigni di salute per una dieta ricca e completa Introduzione I semi, spesso considerati come semplici scarti, sono in realtà dei veri e propri concentrati di nutrienti che possono apportare numerosi benefici alla nostra salute. Piccoli ma potenti, i semi sono ricchi di fibre, proteine, vitamine, minerali e grassi sani, tutti elementi essenziali per il benessere del nostro…

[nonsmetteredicercarmi]

Ok ho deciso, ultimo giorno da turista gastronomico, da domani si inizia a mangiare decentemente

[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC Kiss Week Day 1: Dance

WIP: Partners Pairing: Ben x Reagan Timeline: what is this...1954 I think? god I don't know. it's between installments 1 & 2 of the "trilogy" CW: none Rating: T Words: 1,257

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Reagan paced on the flagstone patio of the venue, cigarette in hand and humming along with the soft, slow jazz bleeding through the glass door. The three flutes of champagne he'd imbibed were making a noticeable dent in his focus, and he lost himself within the peaceful thrum of the world outside, in the cool night air, as wedding guests and bride and groom danced inside.

He started to sing, knocking ashes to the floor and tipping his face toward the sky. The song didn't have words, but he invented them, deciding subconsciously that it was about a lonely traveler on the way to a destination that existed only in his dreams.

"That's gotta be a superstition, right?" a voice said from the door. "Singin' something like that at a wedding's gotta be a bad omen."

Reagan smiled and turned on his heel, taking a drag simultaneous to sweeping his eyes over his best friend's face, his neatly-pressed tux, the slight stiffness in his shoulders. "Hey, boy," Reagan said softly.

Ben closed the door behind him, shrugging out of his tux jacket and loosening his bowtie once he discarded the outer layer onto one of the tables. "Why do you look better in a yarmulke than I do? Never mind, don't answer that."

"What're you doing out here?"

"Should ask you the same thing," Ben said, stuffing the tie in his pocket. "...I had too much wine."

"You didn't bring your beautiful bride?"

"I just needed a minute."

"You look a little nervous."

Ben took his own cigarette out of his pocket, waiting as he always did on complete instinct for Reagan to light it with his shamrock lighter. Reagan watched him through the small flame, then glanced back through the glass door as Faye stood among the throng of guests, laughing with Ben's mother, Shoshana, and one of his aunts.

"I don't think I've ever been around this much family at once," Ben muttered, exhaling smoke as Reagan put the lighter away. He rolled up his sleeves. "It's bad enough I can't think over the music."

Reagan didn't feel the need to point out that as far as live bands went, that one was particularly quiet. Instead, he reached up to secure Ben's yarmulke better to his head.

"Somethin' on my mind, Reggie," Ben said after a patient silence and Reagan had finished his task. "That toast you made earlier..."

"Wasn't much of a toast, was it?" Reagan said.

"I'm gonna need you to come up with a better one."

"Stop the band and gather everyone back to the tables, then, you absolute idiot."

Ben wouldn't meet his eyes, Reagan just realized. His gaze darted all around the patio and across the woods behind the building, taking in nothing but darkness and the deep, solid blue sky. "...I just thought there would've been more to it."

"I said that no one deserves happiness more than you." Reagan stepped a bit closer. "And I meant it."

Taking another drag of the cigarette, Ben nodded. He didn't appear to want to participate in any sort of levity whatsoever at the moment, which provided mild discomfort. "I guess I expected more."

"I couldn't say anything else, Benny," Reagan said, dropping his own cigarette and squishing it out into the flagstone with his shoe. "It wouldn't have been new to you, anyway."

"Still would've been nice to hear."

Reagan tilted his head and plucked Ben's cigarette from his mouth, putting it out on the stone beneath his feet as well. The band started up another song, slow and warm. "Dance with me."

Ben blinked, finally looking at Reagan's face. "What?"

Reagan took his hand and pulled him close, curling an arm around his waist. He delighted in the feeling of Ben fully melting into him, lacing their fingers together and moving in easy circles across the patio.

"Here we go," Reagan said happily, sighing as Ben's other hand absently found his spine. "Nothin' wrong with the groom dancing with the best man."

"There's quite a bit wrong with this, actually," Ben said, though he made no move whatsoever to stop the shenanigans. He smoothed his hand down Reagan's back—very casually, but Reagan inwardly shivered. "Very clever, though."

"I thought so."

"Just don't try to bring me to your car. I think my wife might have somethin' to say about it."

"I've been swimming in champagne for the last half hour," Reagan joked. "I don't even know who you are right now."

Ben pulled his head back and made deliberate eye contact. "I think you do."

Reagan held Ben's hand closer to his chest, and the comforting din of the party behind them faded away. He smiled. "I like when you're close to me." They made their leisurely way to the other side of the patio. "...Nothin' wrong with that."

"What's your limit?"

Instead of responding to that directly, Reagan's smile widened, what was once feigned innocence becoming deep and private mischief. "This makin' you uncomfortable?"

Ben assessed the question, eyes roving over Reagan's face. "No. Have any words of wisdom to impart on the newlywed?"

The warmth began to leech from Reagan and the light chill of the night took only some responsibility for that. "...You should rethink marriage."

"That's fuckin' fantastic, Reggie," Ben exclaimed, though he had yet to stop dancing.

"I don't think I was cut out for it," Reagan explained. "I think maybe I'm askin' too much of Carolyn to stay with me when I've expected her to tolerate my sleepin' around so much."

"We'll chalk this up to the booze."

"You're right," Reagan said suddenly. "I can't be sayin' shit like that at your wedding; it's not fair."

They watched one another as they danced, wordless for a few minutes, forgetting—for better or worse—that anything else was going on, that anyone else could've ruined their moment at any time. Ben seemed to soften in Reagan's arms, to let an unseen barrier fall with each gentle step they took, and Reagan fought every instinct to coax that further along.

"You know I'd do anything for you, right?" Reagan murmured.

Ben screwed his eyes shut, his hold on Reagan's hand tightening. "Reagan..."

"Ben, all you have to do is ask, and—" His brows pinched. "...You called me Reagan."

"Oh, is that your name?"

Reagan grinned once Ben looked at him again. "That's the first time in the nearly thirty years we've known each other that you've ever called me by my actual name."

"Well don't make a big fuckin' to-do about it, Rían," Ben scolded, invoking Reagan's true given name to hammer it home. Then, more timidly, "...We ain't children anymore."

As abruptly as it had started, the mood shifted. They'd come to a halt and Ben leaned into Reagan's chest, fully anticipating Reagan holding him close, holding his head to him as they embraced in silence only broken by the festivities.

"Mazel tov," Reagan said softly into Ben's ear, pressing his lips to his temple. "...Love you."

There was a pause, and Ben held onto Reagan's waist for support as he leaned in to plant a firm, quick kiss to his mouth. Reagan brushed a thumb over his cheekbone before Ben stepped back, almost unwilling to look away until he was forced to, eventually rejoining his own celebration.

Reagan stood alone, hands in his pockets, willing himself to criticize the choice of flowers within the landscaping until he was no longer wracked with the urge to flee into the forest, never to be seen again.

[buckybarnesss]

man i miss the days where video games came with a manual and would have like interesting information about the game in it. now it's just an insert to download whatever dlc you may have. what happened to flavor?

[sugar-plum-obito]

not to brag but im not only here but my private friend stories are also really funny

[pier-carlo-universe]

Cachi: quanti benefici!: Tutte le proprietà del frutto autunnale che non puoi perdere

I cachi, chiamati anche loti o diosperi, sono uno dei frutti simbolo dell’autunno. La loro polpa dolce e succosa è un vero concentrato di proprietà benefiche per l’organismo, ed è per questo motivo che i cachi meritano un posto d’onore nella nostra dieta

I cachi, chiamati anche loti o diosperi, sono uno dei frutti simbolo dell’autunno. La loro polpa dolce e succosa è un vero concentrato di proprietà benefiche per l’organismo, ed è per questo motivo che i cachi meritano un posto d’onore nella nostra dieta stagionale. Scopriamo insieme tutti i segreti di questo frutto autunnale ricco di vitamine, minerali e antiossidanti. Proprietà nutrizionali e…

[ockstyle]

La mia Panzanella Newyorkese

Panzanella, piatto veloce e saporito. Qui nella versione NewYorkese, tutta personale, a tratti originale... very genuina!

Voglio condividere con voi una rivisitazione di un classico estivo, con la mia Panzanella Newyorkese 😜 Continue reading La mia Panzanella Newyorkese

[trattoriadamartina]

Insalata melone, feta e rucola

Chiamare un’insalata una ricetta mi fa sempre un certo effetto, dato che si tratta di unire un insieme di ingredienti, però come altro potrei chiamarla? Comunque la si voglia definire questa insalata di melone, feta e rucola è davvero sfiziosa, molto estiva, fresca e originale. So che per molti pensare di unire un formaggio come la feta a un frutto come il melone può sembrare too much, ma provate…

[karinasbaby]

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@yeonzzzn @karinasbaby @ikeuverse @enha-stars pls tell me y'all see my vision.....

THE INSTRAMENTAL AMOUNT THAT I NEED THIS MAN IS BEYOND BELIEF. BUT FOR A JAKE X SPIDERMAN, OMFG, I'LL FOLD. NOT EVEN SPIDERMAN. VENOM. LIKE PLS HE'D FIT THE ROLE SO FUCKING WELL 😩😩

[championgaragedoorrepair]

The Key to Proper Garage Door Decision-Making

Increasing your home's curb appeal begins with a seemingly small yet influential element – the garage door. Often underestimated, garage doors have the potential to transform the overall aesthetics of your property. Choosing the perfect garage door entails understanding your home's architectural style. Exploring different garage door styles and consulting a licensed garage door supplier can guide you through the process, making it a decision that extends beyond price.

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