#rolade

[obsidiancreates]

I learn about a new famous racist every day- sometimes one who's already dead

[searchingnewme]

Még mindig sokat gondolok rád.. vannak napok, hogy eszembe jutsz és napokig nem távozol onnan.

Te vagy maga a szerelem, az az érzés, amit ha hiányolok, a fejemben a te képed jelenik meg, a te csókodat érzem a számon, a te ölelésed bizsergeti a testem. A szex maga is csak a veled megélt pillanatokat idézi. Mert tele volt érzelemmel, szenvedéllyel és vággyal. És mert SOHA nem éreztem magam ilyen gyönyörűnek, csodálatosnak és különlegesnek, mint mikor a testünk összeolvadt.

El akarlak engedni, de teljesen még nem sikerült. És csak remélni tudom, hogy lesz olyan, akitől ezt újra megkapom én is meg te is. Mert csak ezért érdemes élni.

[morcantinon]

nothing like the pure unadulterated homo-eroticism between two drug dealing vigilante best friends who wear matching overalls and have made out but only one of them is gay and they're canadian

[erosnekszulettem]

[afajdalomszepitmeg]

Kerhetek szelfit rolad? Elkepesztoen szep vagy csak azert ☺️

Nagyon aranyos vagy! Elég régen készítettem magamról képet,de tessék:

[vital-deloin]

Tango en Skai is a famous composition by French composer, music teacher and guitarist Diens Rolad.

또모 TOWMOO 클래식계 꼬북좌의 무게감있는 "가짜탱고" 연주 국제콩쿨 9번 우승하신분

[strangeauthor]

you will not romanticize rolad dahl in 202 fucking 5

[newlifeprojects]

volt akcios szarvashus-rolad a billaban, lassuk mit sikerul osszehozni belole holnap!

mindenesetre vettem hozza lilakaposztat, sutotokot es szelidgesztenyet, valami szoszt kepzelek hozza oszi izekkel es szinekkel, meg rusztikus piritott burgonyat

[ariadnababyy]

Tiszta lappal jottem vissza. Vicces olvasni ezt a sok baromsagot amit rolad hordtam ossze. Ha ujra az utamba kerulnel mar szoba sem allnek veled

[quiennoarriesganogana]

Ez az utolso honap.

Ez mar nagyon a vegjatek, izgatott vagyok es felek is. Rettentoen varlak mar keresztlanyom!

A telom mindig maxhangeron ha esetleg hivnak, hogy keszuljek mert jossz.

Varom, hogy lassalak es foghassalak, hogy naaagyon sok mindent elmeselhessek Neked.

De lesz amit nem fogok.. Nem fogom elmeselni, hogy mikor meg a pocakban voltal volt valaki, akit keresztszulodkent emlitettunk Mellettem. Valaki akivel egyutt vettuk meg azt a bizonyos tesztet Anyukadnak. Valaki akit nagyon szerettem, es ugyanaz a valaki aki tonkre is tett. Utalom magamat, hogy ha csak kicsit is de koze volt Hozzad. Hogy egyaltalan tudott Rolad.

De egyet megigerek! Soha nem fogom engedni, hogy ugy szenvedj ahogy en szenvedtem. Nem fogok meselni rola, mert nem erdemli meg, hogy tudj rola.

Szeretlek picikem! Mindig vigyazni fogok Rad!

N.M🩷

[jack-xoxo]

Devil's Knight

If I'm not drawing then I'm writing!! I'm back from burnout and stress and, while I was taking my break I saw a pin on pintrest that inspired me to write my Jake x Matt fan fic.

Matt

3:44 pm

Murdock sits in his office, an empty room where pipes align and humming vents drying his sweat. He hated how the weather each year was getting worse, he could hear the sunwaves coming in like those cartoon aliens taking a farmer’s car in those tacky kid shows. High Heels clicking the floor, each step powerful and in a hurry, perfume tangy and fruity, keys jingle and dance with a brush of sand, their hearts at ease but in slight panic… Knock Knock…. “Abraham” they said. Matt was shocked, usually she had never wore heels or let alone perfume, must be prepared for a date or an occasion “Come in”

Matt sunk into his leather seat that squeaked uncomfortably, his legs crossed and his head on the palm of his hand with a tugged smirk spread slightly as he had expected her, her heart rises but settles down, obviously not impressed by matt’s charm or looks “I have a few cases for you and I think one of them will stand out” she tells him, sliding plopping the thick files on his desk. Matt sighed, appreciating the files and her enthusiasm till she spoke again “but I think one will stand out, the name is Jake Lockley, charged with a hit and run, highway robbery, and 2nd degree manslaughter–” Abraham listed the crimes committed, Matt listened in. His breath hitched or a small chuckle made as the crime was listed for him, hell, even Santa's list was longer than whatever Mr.Lockley had done, but what had caught Matt’s attention was the mention Jake could have more than three identities. Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and the one, Jake lockley.

“Wait, so what about these guys? What do you mean you think Mr. Lockley could have multiple aliases?” Matt asks, seeming more interested in this one, or three individuals. Could this man possibly have been a triplet? It could be possible, or sneaky man that had been caught two times and this was his last chance, “Well… it’s hard to explain since—” Abraham paused, her face cringed as Matt lifted from his chair, leaning in close, invading her space and raising suspicion the longer the silence spoke for her “since what-? Don’t keep me on edge here” he tells her “Jake and Steven are possible aliases since Marc Spector is suspected to have a disorder, D.I.D. I can look for those too if you want” Matt nodded at the suggestion, intriguing at best, past clients often weren’t well but this one seemed to stuck out their head out in line.

Matt stayed, his fingertips feeling the dotted paper, a fat stack of felonies that left him to laugh freely. A taxi-driver that knew his streets, a father with a kid off to a college and. Steven Grant, the multi-billionaire, could possibly cut past Tony Stark levels, no kids, clean record. And Marc Specoter, Marine Corps as Second lieutenant (O-1), married to Marlene he seemingly had died by execution to the back of the head by his C.O. (Commanding Officer) Rolad Bushman, Marc was diagnosed with D.I.D. as a child/ developed D.I.D. while he had kept the identities facade for multiple years. 

Matt enjoyed challenges, nothing but getting rid of a speeding ticket can’t do, there was no fighting in the daycare of hell’s kitchen so Matt, still in the office, he figures out he has to sort things into a neat line of sort. Abraham leaves, her heels dance and echo then another set shoes come into the song, more heavier.

Shit, cigars… Matt never liked the tobacco stick, often shows an addicted retard who’s having trouble finding a job while working for hell or a snob who’s miserable with their life and tries to flirt with the younger crowd but tries miserably since they were last updated in the 90’s, 2000’s, or 2010’s and often go for the dumb, just turned 18 or 21 type of people. But this one, the fragrance… Chanel Bleu de Chanel, not shocking, it compliments the cigars with the sweet woody smell that made Matt’s mouth water, leather jacket… gloves too? The smell of shoe polish caught Matt's throat, no knock, he invited himself here. The mixtured scents blew in Matt's nose, his radar lines outlining the man, a flat cap no one has worn since newspaper boys were a thing, a buttoned shirt tucked with shirt stays, regular jean pants that’s pockets have been stretched to fit his wallet and phone. Hair pulled back with curls sticking out…Hey, is that a mustache too?

“You’re murdock?” The man asks, Matt smiled as he showed off his canines ``Guilty” a smile was genuine that evening, the man reaches to shake his hand and he sits down, the leather squeaks for help “So mr. lockley, I’ve read your file and I would like to ask, why me?” He asks, don’t get him wrong though, Matt enjoys a good challenge like every lawyer does with their client, but he just wants to know why a high-class criminal who can keep a low profile wants Matt to represent them “Well simple, I chose the best to minimize my prison sentence… unless you think I’m too much of a hassle then I can move my ‘hind out of here and choose that guy who had you had a cat fight with” Matt groaned in his head, the word still runs after had happened in that supreme court and ‘cat fight’ is a massive understatement, it’s of more who can twist the words of the law without even having to move a muscle “I can help, we will discuss your sentence and all your concerns” Matt explained and had a lawy

Matt

3:44 pm

Murdock sits in his office, an empty room where pipes align and humming vents drying his sweat. He hated how the weather each year was getting worse, he could hear the sunwaves coming in like those cartoon aliens taking a farmer’s car in those tacky kid shows. High Heels clicking the floor, each step powerful and in a hurry, perfume tangy and fruity, keys jingle and dance with a brush of sand, their hearts at ease but in slight panic… Knock Knock…. “Abraham” they said. Matt was shocked, usually she had never wore heels or let alone perfume, must be prepared for a date or an occasion “Come in”

Matt sunk into his leather seat that squeaked uncomfortably, his legs crossed and his head on the palm of his hand with a tugged smirk spread slightly as he had expected her, her heart rises but settles down, obviously not impressed by matt’s charm or looks “I have a few cases for you and I think one of them will stand out” she tells him, sliding plopping the thick files on his desk. Matt sighed, appreciating the files and her enthusiasm till she spoke again “but I think one will stand out, the name is Jake Lockley, charged with a hit and run, highway robbery, and 2nd degree manslaughter–” Abraham listed the crimes committed, Matt listened in. His breath hitched or a small chuckle made as the crime was listed for him, hell, even Santa's list was longer than whatever Mr.Lockley had done, but what had caught Matt’s attention was the mention Jake could have more than three identities. Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and the one, Jake lockley.

“Wait, so what about these guys? What do you mean you think Mr. Lockley could have multiple aliases?” Matt asks, seeming more interested in this one, or three individuals. Could this man possibly have been a triplet? It could be possible, or sneaky man that had been caught two times and this was his last chance, “Well… it’s hard to explain since—” Abraham paused, her face cringed as Matt lifted from his chair, leaning in close, invading her space and raising suspicion the longer the silence spoke for her “since what-? Don’t keep me on edge here” he tells her “Jake and Steven are possible aliases since Marc Spector is suspected to have a disorder, D.I.D. I can look for those too if you want” Matt nodded at the suggestion, intriguing at best, past clients often weren’t well but this one seemed to stuck out their head out in line.

Matt stayed, his fingertips feeling the dotted paper, a fat stack of felonies that left him to laugh freely. A taxi-driver that knew his streets, a father with a kid off to a college and. Steven Grant, the multi-billionaire, could possibly cut past Tony Stark levels, no kids, clean record. And Marc Specoter, Marine Corps as Second lieutenant (O-1), married to Marlene he seemingly had died by execution to the back of the head by his C.O. (Commanding Officer) Rolad Bushman, Marc was diagnosed with D.I.D. as a child/ developed D.I.D. while he had kept the identities facade for multiple years. 

Matt enjoyed challenges, nothing but getting rid of a speeding ticket can’t do, there was no fighting in the daycare of hell’s kitchen so Matt, still in the office, he figures out he has to sort things into a neat line of sort. Abraham still stayed as she had a call coming in, she excuses herself then leaves the room. Matt listens in, leaning more into his desk as he held the cane “Jake lock… police… requested Mr. Matth–....” Picking up the bits and pieces, to hell with these walls, Matt sat back down as he can hear the knob shift “anything?” He asks, Abraham seemed giddy for an odd reason, it even made him tug a smile “You’re requested to go to the NYPD and be the defendant of Jake Lockley '' Coincidence, oh sweet God, Father I hope so.

4:06 pm

Shit, cigars… I can smell it without coming into the building. Matt never fond of the tobacco stick, often shows an addicted retard who’s having trouble finding a job while working for hell or a snob who’s miserable with their life and tries to flirt with the younger crowd but tries miserably since they were last updated in the 90’s, 2000’s, or 2010’s and often go for the dumb, just turned 18 or 21 type of people. But this one, the fragrance… Chanel Bleu de Chanel, not shocking, it compliments the cigars with the sweet woody smell that made Matt’s mouth water, leather jacket. The smell of shoe polish caught Matt's throat, he’s cuffed to the table, the metal rubbing together screams in his ears. The mixtured scents blew in Matt's nose, his radar lines outlining the man, a flat cap no one has worn since newspaper boys were a thing, a buttoned shirt tucked with shirt stays, regular jean pants that’s pockets have been stretched to fit his wallet and phone. Hair pulled back with curls sticking out…Hey, is that a mustache too?

“Come here often?” The man asks, Matt coughed a laugh with a unsure smile “uhm… I’m your lawyer?” a smile was genuine that evening, the man reaches to shake his hand and he sits down, the metal chair screeches across the floor “So mr. lockley, I’ve read your file and I would like to ask, why me?” He asks, don’t get him wrong though, Matt enjoys a good challenge like every lawyer does with their client, but he just wants to know why a high-class criminal who can keep a low profile wants Matt to represent them “Well simple, I chose the best to minimize my prison sentence… unless you think I’m too much of a hassle then I can move my ‘hind out of here and choose that guy who had you had a cat fight with” Matt groaned in his head, the word still runs after had happened in that supreme court and ‘cat fight’ is a massive understatement, it’s of more who can twist the words of the law without even having to move a muscle “I can help, we will discuss your sentence and all your concerns” Matt explained and had a lawyer talk with Jake, Matt questioned and almost got infuriated with Jake, he couldn’t get a single hint that Matt could use of Jake, no heartbeat rising, no smell of sweat or fear, no foot tapping the floor, nor even shaking hands…Not even a bit of jaw clenching. This wasn’t the first time Matt had been interested in a person who showed themselves to be collected and undetectable but hopefully this won’t be the last.

er talk with Jake, Matt questioned and almost got infuriated with Jake, he couldn’t get a single hint that Matt could use of Jake, no heartbeat rising, no smell of sweat or fear, no foot tapping the floor, nor even shaking hands…Not even a bit of jaw clenching. This wasn’t the first time Matt had been interested in a person who showed themselves to be collected and undetectable but hopefully this won’t be the last.

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[traveler-in-her-own-mind]

Zavar, hogy neked olyan konnyen ment az egesz. Zavar, hogy ugy teszel, mintha te semmit se veszitettel volna. Mindenki szeret. Az mas, hogy a hatad mogott nem mondanak rolad szepeket. Kulso szemmel ugy tunik kedvelnek az emberek, es hogy jol erzed magad. Baszd meg.

En egyedul erzem magam. Mintha ki lennek rekesztve. Mintha mindenki utalna. De miert? Nem erdemeltem ki semmit, amin keresztul mentem es megyek. Jo szivem van, mindig segitek ahol es akinek tudok. Megis en vagyok az, aki egyedul maradt ezen a helyen.

Miert en erezzem magam szerencsetlenul? Nem ezt erdemlem.

Mikor lesz mar vege annak, hogy olyan dolgokert is en bunhodok, amiket nem is en tettem?

[sebiruhariini]

Aku kangen nenek

Banyak kenangan masa kecilku bareng nenek. Karena ummi yang mesti mengajar dan mengisi kajian hampir setiap hari, jadilah yang kulihat sepulang sekolah adalah sosok nenek. Entah sedang ngobrol bareng tetangga di teras rumah barang sepetak itu, entah sedang berbaring menonton tv beralaskan tikar dan bantal, atau sedang sesekali menjahit bajunya atau kakek yang bolong, pokoknya selalu beraktivitas saat kupulang ke rumah. Maklum, rumahku bersebelahan sama rumah nenek, nyambung juga bagian belakangnya.

Aku kangen masakan nenek. Setiap pulang sekolah, yang ada bukanlah masakah ummi, tapi masakan nenek. Sop, kangkung tumis, sup kacang merah, tahu tempe semur, bahkan rolade asam manis-yang kalau aku lagi kepengen, nenek selalu bilang "Minta uangnya sama Ummi, besok dibikinin"-, semua masakannya enak. Dan dari beragam masakan itulah yang membuatku tidak pilah-pilih saat mau makan, hingga sekarang. Aku suka semuanya, bahkan pete, jengkol, dsb. Aku tidak keberatan untuk melahapnya. Haha.

Tak hanya makan siangku, momen-momen school trip saatku SD juga banyak ditemani nenek. Mulai dari tur ke Lubang Buaya sampai perpisahan kelas 6, nenek yang menemaniku. Sejujurnya sedih ya karena lihat yang lain bisa ditemani ibunya, tapi apalah daya. Kayaknya orangtua kawanku lebih kenal nenek ketimbang ummiku :')

Jika malam tiba, nenek selalu nonton tv. Entah itu sinetron ataupun acara dangdut. Disetelnya tv dengan volume cukup keras. Aku? Yaa, dikit-dikit ikut nonton kalau PR sekolahku sudah selesai. Seru!

Kenangan nenek muncul juga setiap datang bulan Ramadhan. Nenek punya kebiasaan menaruh/tag sajadah di mushola dekat rumah sehabis makan bukaan di rumah. Maklum, Mulholla dekat rumahku *dulu* pasti penuh sesak jamaaah. Nenek tidak pernah ketinggalan sholat tarawih. Aku yang melihat kebiasaan tersebut mulai sedikit-sedikit meniru cara nenek. Akhirnya, akulah yang diminta untuk tag sajadah untuk semuanya, haha.

Dan momen perpisahan kami, terbilang tiba-tiba. Walau ada riwayat penyakit jantung, kondisi nenek pagi itu sehat-sehat saja, ia tertidur dan tidak terbangun lagi. Aku yang sedang belajar di sekolah, dijemput oleh tetanggaku karena kabar nenek yang sudah tiada.

Nenek, semoga nenek selalu diliputi cahaya terang dan hangat di tempat nenek sekarang. Katanya, kalau kita tiba-tiba rindu seseorang yang telah pergi meninggalkan kita, mereka mau kita banyak berdoa untuknya. Semuanya tak pernah sama semenjak nenek pergi. Namun, aku tak kan pernah melupakan kenangan manis masa kecil dan kebaikan-kebaikan yang nenek lakukan/ajarkan kepadaku.

Al Fatihah

[mynameisesztii]

Egy cuki kep rolad? 🥺 Hianyzol nekunk

Cuki kép a körmömről? A többit hozzá kell képzelni

[talpigfeketebe]

soha tobbet nem akarok rolad hallani,

csalodtam

[innnnna]

Tanpa terasa sudah 5 kali lebaran tidak bersama keluarga, sampai sampai hampir lupa bagaimana sehendaknya untuk merayakan saling memberi waktu bersama bersenang ria bertemu sanak saudara membicarakan hal hal remeh temeh sampai ke hal-hal serius.

Dan ada satu hal yang saya bener² kangenin banget yaitu Rolade buatan ibu walaupun kadang ga asin, kata ibu biar gaa apa² micin jadi harus dikurangi, secukupnya saja memakai bahan² penyedap. Mie dokdok ala ibu asal masukin bumbu tapi enak ngalah²in warmindo motekar yang paling terkenal di seantero kampus² di Yogyakarta hehehe. Sambel tempe atau oseng pare toping udang dan tempe. Serta satu lagi sayur sop dengan kuah bening, tidak terlalu pekat atau keruh agak kental karena campuran kikil atau babat dan tidak terlalu bening sekali dengan lagi² tidak pake micin ditambah sambal korek (ini pling fav) dengan lauk pilihan mau perkedel atau ayam goreng kering atau mendoan plus kerupuk apapun jenisnya.

— sedang mengingat² masakan apalagi yang membuat saya ingin recook di sini hehehe