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[kangel92]

Bunch of non-canon-in-this-au drawings of Cyn with her baby :3

And a distressed J lol

[dampfloks]

Weißeritztalbahn Auffüllen der Kohle und Vorbereitung der Dampflok für die "Nachtruhe". Am nächsten Tag geht es dann wieder weiter.

Weißeritz Valley Railway Filling up the coal and preparing the steam locomotive for the ‘night's rest’. The next day, the journey continues.

Chemin de fer de la vallée de la Weißeritz Remplissage du charbon et préparation de la locomotive à vapeur pour le « repos nocturne ». Le lendemain, nous reprenons le travail.

[cannellle]

Her long, silky red hair was developing to the beat of the music, merging with the melody like a living thing, thus complementing her beautiful dance.

The ballerina moved slowly and smoothly, her every movement was filled with grace and elegance, and the boy could not afford to tear himself away from this sight.

Ayden watched her every gesture, fascinated by every inch of her body and what lurked inside - in her soul. Her fiery character, hot temper, strong principles, passion and fight for life only embellished her unique image.

She was both fragile and strong, a ballerina with a sword, able to conquer the world with her art.

She was a combination of contradictions: she was a white crow and a black swan, exceptional and different.

That was all her wonderfulness, which the blond deified with a flutter in his bleeding heart. And with every cell of his body he felt how with the next graceful movement created by the girl, it began to beat less and less, as if it did not have time to process the blood that came to him, as if he was slowly dying, immersing himself in the magic of her dance and giving it all of himself.

It seemed to him that every time he saw her, he died and was reborn again, as if this cycle of feelings and emotions was the very essence of his life.

Ashlyn's dance was not just art - it was magic, capable of drawing him into its captivity, making him forget about time and space. She was the embodiment of beauty and power, and Ayden, lost in this swirl of emotions, realized that he could never take his eyes off her. Every step she took, every movement was like a spell, and he was ready to follow her even to the end of the world, just to see this superiority again, which mesmerized him and carried him to another, unknown world.

But the perfect picture collapsed. The music stopped, and the girl's body collapsed to the floor.

The picture in front of her eyes began to blur, and her head began to crack at the seams. Everything around her shook, and the space suddenly began to fill with... blood?

Panic instantly overcame the guy. He didn't know what to do, the scarlet liquid was filling the room, once illuminated only by thin rays of artificial sunlight, more and more with every second. His heart was pounding in his chest, desperately trying to break free. His eyes immediately traveled to the ballerina. Her green eyes that had just glowed with joy were now closed, and her lips, once smiling, were now lifelessly pressed to the floor. Everything around him begins to spin, and he feels his own world collapsing like a house of cards, crushed under the weight of terror. He tries to move, to run as fast as he can, to save her, but he can't take a step, only desperately screaming her name so that she will hear him, wake up. But his voice cannot leave the depths of his body. It stays somewhere inside, coming out only as a mute sound.

His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, and he can't find a way out.

Like a caged bird, Aiden beats his wings against the iron bars, trying to get out, but all attempts are futile.

He screams again, but the sound of his voice is lost in the chaos. Everything around him blurs, and he can feel the world around him crumbling, forcing him to watch it with a special malevolence.

His mute voice, still hysterically wanting to shout her name, no longer holds the hope that she will hear him, but he can't afford to give up, can't leave her alone in this hell.

The blood around him seems alive, it pulls him down, but he can't let himself fall. He has to fight, has to save her.

Even if the whole world dies - she must live.

Please... Wake up.

— Ashlyn!

His body jumped from its seat, pushing his body upward. The bed creaked unpleasantly under the weight of his body, contributing to his final awakening.

This was a dream. She wasn't real. Ashlyn... wasn't real.

He couldn't save her even in his wildest dreams. He wanted, really wanted to rush to her, but his feet were pinned firmly to the floor. He tried to scream, but the words were only a silent cry with no meaning.

Everything around him was falling apart, and he realized that this perfect picture, that moment of happiness, was only an illusion created by his tired mind.

He lost her again.

— Ashlyn.. — he whispered, but the answer was silence. A silence that pressed down on him like a heavy stone.

Aiden was alone in this world where dreams and reality intertwined but never crossed.

[slowtraincomingsoon]

99 1747 in Oberwiesenthal am 10.05.2024

[cognitivejustice]

Collaboration and inclusion of multiple stakeholders — from government, cities, businesses both large and small, and researchers — across the board has been crucial to building a platform to promote the circular economy in Finland, according to experts.

Similarly, setting clear targets, even if lacking in major ambition, has underpinned the process thus far.

“You do need an ambitious vision. You do need a strategy or road map. But you do need to have numeric targets,” says Raudaskoski from the consultancy Ethica. “Otherwise, there’s this danger it will only be about presentations and speeches, but not real action.”

It’s equally important those targets are based on “robust” scientific evidence, says Berg from SYKE.

A key lesson from Finland, says Sitra’s Forslund, is the importance of education. Early on, the innovation fund partnered with research institutions to develop circular economy learning modules.

“If we want a kind of systemic shift, then we need to really work with education and circular economy,” he says.

“In many fields the transition to new practices is so big that it requires completely new skills and capabilities from different actors.”

[kingtext]

I been working out

[beningtirta]

Every b0mb releases carbon dioxide, monoxide and other GHGs

[aperint]

Consejos para “esos dias” #aperturaintelectual #MaternidadDiferente @susanadumit @susy.dumit Susana Dumit Garciarreal

[qurolo]

A day early, but happy birthday Sakamoto >:))

Getting violent kyoya flashbacks with this one, the only distinguishing feature in my art would be the mole 🥲

Sketch below

[blackpointgame]

aabon35

[fagbutchpunk]

Jole: we have to destroy the Majo for what they did! Burn them from out of their holes and drive them screaming and wailing into the furnace of our vengeance! It is an imperative of Earth's Children, to the same as breathing and eating, to establish ourselves as the dominant species in the universe!!

The Majo:

[kangel92]

Consequences

Pt 1. https://www.tumblr.com/kangel92/764921785069273088/do-drones-dream-of-fake-contentedness

[dampfloks]

Romantischer Winterdampf mit der Weißeritztalbahn in Sachsen

Romantic winter steam with the Weißeritz Valley Railway in Saxony

le chemin de fer de la vallée de la Weißeritz en Saxe

[cannellle]

Culinary debate

— Stay out of my way. — Tyler stated sternly, elbowing away the annoying blonde figure, who, like a fly, could not find a place for himself and was always scurrying around, trying to look into the pot.

Tyler watched with annoyance as the man, unable to sit still, kept getting closer, wanting to see something incredible in his routine actions. Well, why would he watch him chop vegetables? What's so supernatural about it that he just needs to look in? For brown-haired, these questions remained unsolved, and the answer to them, oddly enough, was the same.:

— I want to help! — Aiden drawled resentfully, walking around his figure from the other side, as if this could change his friend's anger to mercy.

Hernandez was distracted again, looking up at him. His brows furrowed even more than before, which clearly did not bode well. He gripped the knife tightly, feeling his patience rapidly running out.

— The best help would be if you go somewhere and stop bothering me, idiot. — the guy said, raising his tone significantly, — I'll kick you out of the kitchen.

To his surprise, the blonde actually listened to him and faded into the background.

And then there was silence.

Tyler casually turned back, catching a glimpse of the drooping curly crown.

"He was offended...", he mentally noted and sighed, but eventually decided to focus on cutting. He always found comfort in cooking, but now, because of one idiot, this activity has become a real challenge. So there was no point in blaming yourself for a fair remark.

"Maybe I went too far? Of course, he was hanging around like he'd been stung in the ass, but with good intentions..", — an inner voice whispered, but Tyler brushed the thought aside.

At least, he tried to brush it off until his remorse became so loud that it became impossible to think about anything else.

— Go stir the pasta, you underrated culinary genius. — he says, trying to hide a hint of past thoughts behind an ironic smile.

Aiden immediately perked up: his eyes sparkled with joy, and his lips broke into a wide smile.

— Ser yes ser! — he exclaimed, running up to the stove with such energy that it seemed as if he was ready to dance around the pot.

It turns out that not so much was needed for happiness.

[slowtraincomingsoon]

99 1794 in Oberwiesenthal am 12.05.2024

[sertanejadogoias]

Costumam dizer que existem três amores da “vida", hoje eu arrisco dizer que são quatro (pelo menos espero que seja assim). O primeiro é aquele adolescente, o que te ensina a amar, a ter frio na barriga, a sensação de adrenalina e de que tudo é lindo, mas que quando se quebra dói pra um cacete. O segundo vem, como quem não quer nada, mas é aquele que te destrói, te desmorona, te quebra ao meio e você sai tão traumatizada que pensa que nunca mais vai amar na vida, mas é aquele que te mostra o que você não quer viver. O terceiro vem parecendo que vai te curar de tudo e te tirar do chão, vem parecendo ser o último amor, vocês combinam em tudo, tudo da certo, até que do nada se quebra e só quebra por ter uma parte que tá amando mais que a outra, que tá querendo mais o “pra sempre" que a outra, mas pelo menos ele vem pra te mostrar que você pode sim amar de novo e te “cura" de certa forma. E agora eu espero que venha pra mim o último, que eu espero ser um amor calmo, acolhedor, protetor, que me ouça, que me entenda, que me ame por inteiro e com todos os meus defeitos.