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[naturelove12]

Old tires are gold home decors. #DYI #ideas #oldisgold #oldtire #recycl...

[momentokolekto]

“Kustom Kulture Forever” | 25.05.2019 | Zeche Ewald, Herten

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[photographercharles]

Never tired of this. #oldtires #deserttrash #litter #nodumping #beefcake #desertphotography #shirtlessmen #perfectmen #photographercharles #charlesmonizphotography (at Palm Springs, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoiB8E9gO0E/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1i2r0mxt5oz7h

[thecameraseyestudio]

Have a lil' fun with your Senior photos! #thecameraseyestudio #oldtires #repurposing #portraitart #owegony #SeniorPictures #seniorportraits #senioryearTCE #portraits #sundayfunday #barefootgirl #LisaMcQueeney #portraitstudio #newyork #instaready #greathair (at The Camera's Eye Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSKKaNisb9Q/?utm_medium=tumblr

[almostasenior]

Tree Swings

Tree Swings-Easy do it yourself swing

Traditional board seat swing Tire swing The simplicity of the do it yourself tree swing. Hope you find yourself gliding through this beautiful day Thanks for stopping by 🙂 Alice One Word Sunday/simple

[wdarling]

This was once a tire — long, long ago. One among several in this state dumped around a tiny abandoned building on Emanuel County, Georgia. #georgia #emanuelcounty #ruralgeorgia #oldtires #oldtire #tire #tires #rotten #tired #decayed (at Emanuel County, Georgia)

[leantowardthelight]

Recycling some stuff #recycle #oldtires #recycling #tires #cartires #florida #gainesville #bunchoftires #phonephotograpy https://www.instagram.com/p/B5N1vvTBZgG/?igshid=1a8buacfj7icn

[letitgojunkremovalsinc]

Dumpster Rental? Need your house cleaned out? Yard cleaned up? Boat removed? Old trees taken away? Shed taken down? Old car parts taken away? Tires, t.v's, anything you can think of? Call today, we will haul it away! 833-44-LET-GO or visit our website at letitgojunk.com Follow #letitgojunk or @letitgojunk on any social media ☆ #dumpsterrental #housecleanout #yardcleanup #boatremoval #treeremoval #letitgojunk #junkremovalservice #shedremoval #oldcars #oldtires #oldtv #weremoveanything #trashtag #trashremoval #shoplocal #livelaughlovepeacejunk #breatheeasy #weremoveitall #familyownedbusiness #familyownedandoperated #babyofinsta #gmcsierra (at DeLeon Springs, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz-ULqTgmu0/?igshid=kv6f9aab49ip

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[alemaousa]

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[geekbroll]

Walter Lantz Woody Woodpecker (Fish + Tire) - 1971 Whitman Frame Tray Puzzle #4557 (Western Publishing) This puzzle is much larger than the rest of the frame tray puzzles I have seen. #walterlantz #woodywoodpecker #splinterandknothead #whitman #knotheadandsplinter #fishingfun #fishingboat #fishinglife #fishing #oldtire #puzzles #puzzle #jigsawpuzzles #jigsawpuzzle #frametraypuzzle #frametray #westernpublishing #cartoons #cartooncharacters #birdsofinstagram #vintagepuzzles #badluck (at Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpAx5vsBgKF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ohh35ca172lj

[bigfootstraphouse247]

#Caddilac #EngineCover left behind here at the #Walmart #ServiceCenter. #FlatTire #NewTire #Maintenance #TooSpent #OldTire #Tyre #FlatTyre https://www.instagram.com/p/CkBPFxVO8Jn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ghostxgirlx]

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[demiclar]

Tired and Old

Tired and Old - AO3

Zavala and Caiatl spend some time together after Caiatl's victory,

(Spoilers for Season of the Haunted week 6!)

Zavala followed Caiatl to her quarters within her command ship. After Caiatl’s victory against her Nightmare, they’d debriefed in Caiatl’s war room, rather than aboard the HELM. Caiatl had led them through the ships quarters, Saladin at her flank with Zavala following behind, walking beside the Guardian and Eris. He’d watched the Guardian’s gaze flicker over their surroundings as they walked, their tension visible. After the battle they’d just fought, he wasn’t surprised by the reaction. He’d been sure to pull them aside after the debrief, telling them they’d fought well. He’d even gone as far as giving them a gentle reminder to take care of themself after everything they’d seen, reminding them that despite the looming threat, they should take time off, should they need it.

The Guardian had nodded, and he’d watched them go, weary under the stress of all the battles they’d been fighting, and the battles yet to come. The knowledge that their victory was not fully achieved, that something worse was to come had them all in a somber mood by the end of their meeting, but Zavala followed Caiatl back to her quarters for a more private celebration of their victory.

“Your Guardian,” She said, breaking the silence as they walked side by side towards her quarters. “They do not look well. How are they?”

“Mentally?” Zavala lifted his eyes to Caiatl’s. “I suspect they feel as we do, tired and old.”

“Even though they have not had to contend with their own Nightmare?” Her voice was not judgmental, but rather curious. If the Guardian was to contend with their own Nightmares, Zavala suspected they would feel much worse than tired and old.

“In a way, they have.” Zavala told her, “Both yours and Crow’s Nightmares have been significant figures in the Guardian’s past. Uldren killed their mentor, the Hunter Vanguard, Cayde, right in front of them. After that, they tracked him down and killed him. Although they succeeded, I believe the ordeal left them more scarred than they would care to admit.”

Caiatl’s face lifted in quiet surprise. “I did not think you one for revenge, Commander.” She remarked, and Zavala smiled, shaking his head.

“I am not.” He confirmed, “the Guardian acted against my orders.”

Caiatl’s surprise remained. “I did not think the Guardian was one to disobey orders.”

Zavala shrugged. “Not without good reason, I suppose.” He studied the floor for a moment, even as they walked. “The events that occurred in the Reef nearly threw the system into chaos, but had the Guardian not intervened when they did, things might have been much worse.”

They lapsed into silence for a moment as Caiatl had nothing to offer him in response.

“What about Ghaul?” She asked him after a moment. “I know he attacked your City, but was the confrontation between them…personal?”

Zavala nodded gravely. During the Red War, after the City had fallen and they’d escaped to Titan, or to the Farm, he’d wondered if things might’ve been different if he hadn’t ordered the Guardian to assault Ghaul’s ship, or if he’d thought enough to send them with a team.

“On the night Ghaul attacked the City, I ordered the Guardian to assault Ghaul’s command ship.” Caiatl’s face hardened and Zavala had to look away, focusing his eyes on the corridor before them. “They fought their way into his ship, but when they faced Ghaul, he ripped the Light from them and threw them and their Ghost off the ship. It was a miracle they survived the fall.”

Zavala had heard it on comms when it happened. He’d heard the Guardian’s pained gasps as the Light was ripped out of them, the cry when they’d lost their Ghost and the sickening crack of their helmet shattering on the City’s streets, then silence. Deafening silence.

“Afterwards,” Zavala drew in a deep breath, “They were the one that attacked Ghaul when we took back the City. I don’t know what would have happened had the Traveler not awoken.”

“I see.” Caiatl murmured, and they paused as they reached her quarters. She nodded to her guards, exchanging a few words in Ulurant he didn’t catch, then led him inside.

“Your Guardian is not old.” Caiatl told him, “we have their victories well documented. They have been active in the field for less than a decade.”

Zavala nodded, “Indeed. I believe they are almost eight years old now?” 

“How can one so young feel old?” She led him into her sitting room, sinking down onto a couch. Zavala seated himself across from her. 

“They may be young, but they carry a great deal of weight in their years.” He gave her a small smile, “You said the Cabal tell stories of me, I can only imagine what kind of legend they have become.”

Caiatl inclined her head. “My people tell stories of their exploits. I suspect even their presence here tonight will have caused a stir.”

“Perhaps your people will be too busy telling stories of your victory, Caiatl.” He suggested, and Caiatl gave him a sharp smile.

“I will break you in half, small-man.” She told him, a smile in her voice as she echoed her statement from their call earlier. Zavala’s face lit with a grin.

“Your victory is commendable, Caiatl.” He told her, sobering slightly, though his smile remained softly on his lips.

“It is not the war.” She told him, and he inclined his head in acknowledgement. 

“Perhaps, but it was you who told me that all victories should be celebrated, no matter how small.”

Caiatl smiled softly. “It was.” She murmured, “I felt you needed the encouragement, at the time.”

Zavala thought back to their earlier conversation, their discussion over comms just after he’d received word of her battle. He drew in a deep breath.

“Caiatl, I know I am not as open with you as I—”

She reached out, leaning across the space between them to take his hand in hers. His words faltered, his eyes meeting hers, honest and open.

“I see you, Zavala.” She told him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “And if you have more of yourself to share with me, I will accept it just as I have accepted the rest of you.”

Zavala pressed his lips together, swallowing hard at the flood of emotion that coursed through him. How many people could genuinely say the same? That they knew him for all that he was? Saladin, perhaps. Safiyah, at one time, and Ikora, but the list was small, and no one looked at him the way Caiatl did.

Her hand remained holding onto his, and she gave him a gentle tug, until he rose from his seat and she guided him to the couch. He sat himself gingerly beside her, facing her, sitting so close his knees pressed against her thighs. She released his hand, reaching out to cup his face, her hand so large she could nearly cradle his head in the palm of her hand.

“I see you, Zavala.” She murmured, “just as you see me.”

He reached out a hand, holding onto her arm as she held his head, her thumb brushing softly over his skin. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch, and her thumb moved to hover over his lips, brushing them with a feather-light touch. He pressed a kiss to the pad of her thumb, and when he opened his eyes, her gaze was locked on him.

“I see now what Ghaul was to your people.” She murmured, her thumb pressing down just slightly, as if she were asking him not to speak. “I know he left behind many scars. Your City has healed, but I believe your people will need to see the fruits of this alliance for a great deal longer before they will be convinced I do not wish them harm. I will grant them that.”

Zavala’s eyes searched over her face, and she lifted her thumb from his lips so that he might speak.

“You believe they will not understand what we have?”

He too had worried over what his people might think if he and Caiatl acted on their feelings, if the warmth between them grew into something more. Would it be deemed political? An act to solidify the alliance? Or would Zavala be crossing a line, allowing the student of one who had destroyed humanity’s city and slaughtered thousands to grow so close to him? It could be an act of betrayal.

Caiatl shook her head. “Not yet.” 

Zavala felt his face shift into a frown. Everything he did, he did for humanity. Every action, a sacrifice for the wellbeing of his people. For their sakes, would he deny himself this? This warmth and comfort? Shelter from the raging storm around him? How could he? Was he wrong to choose happiness? The last time he had, it had ended with his son, lifeless in his arms, but he and Caiatl could never turn their backs on their people. Even if they chose each other, they could not walk away from their current lives, and the roles they had already chosen.

“Caiatl, I don’t want—”

“Peace, Zavala.” She murmured, her thumb brushing over his lips again. He gripped her arm in both his hands, leaning into the touch. He pressed another kiss to her thumb, and her features shifted into an expression of fondness. “I do not mean to suggest that we should give up what we have.”

Zavala felt himself relax, and he hoped his eyes conveyed the relief he could feel blooming in his chest. 

“There will come a time for us to tell our people of what we have. Until then we will have moments like these.” Her eyes softened, “I’m sorry I cannot offer you more.”

“I treasure every moment I have with you, no matter how few.” There was conviction in his eyes when he spoke, and Caiatl’s eyes softened further. He shifted until he could rise onto his knees before her, and her hand shifted, sliding down from cradling his head to holding his hip, steadying him as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He leaned in, his movements slow and unhurried. Gingerly, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her right tusk, then the left.

Her hand trailed him as he drew back, and when he met her eyes, they spoke of things words could not.

Caiatl reached up to remove her helmet, and she leaned down, pressing her forehead to his. He breathed into the contact, his eyes closing as they hold one another close. After a while, he rose onto his knees again, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. When he sat back down, Caiatl drew him close. There would be battles ahead, but for now, they let themselves be.

[ellenbot]

This is my last shot from #MurderedSoulSuspect because the visuals didn’t really get much more interesting after 30 minutes of play. This sort of ghost/living world contrast and the constant feeling that there is a heavy mist everywhere are fairly consistent throughout the game. . Follow my partners @the.art.of.virtual.worlds @rosapexa @yasha0o @lordmichael96 . #darkalley #oldtire #alley #ghostly #soulsuspect #mystery #mysterygame #ghost #gamecapture #xboxonex #instagamer #videogames #xboxone #videogamephotography #virtualphotography #gamershots3000 #thecapturedcollective #societyofvirtualphotographers #gamergram #gamer #gamergirl #squareenix #airtightgames https://www.instagram.com/p/B2sPubCnNbN/?igshid=j2tae3ruqob0

[drivenoutside]

Two beehive stands made from and old metal bed frame found in an ally trash pile that I made @carlton_talley tote home last summer. A little cutting, a little welding, some paint, a few bags of concrete, and *poof* hive stands. Kept the upcycleing vibe going by using two old tires for the base pads. At +200 lbs, they aren’t going anywhere on accident. This is my hive stand design and it has worked really well in all types of weather and terrain and I am able to tool them onto a trailer when I move the hives to other locations. #beehive #welder #beekeeper #hivestand #bee #upcycled #reused #oldtire https://www.instagram.com/p/BxD4aO-APKy/?igshid=o8xi1y70jjj