#streetside

[ramtinsnaps]

🎧 DJ, spin that shit! 📅 Toronto Gumball 3000, 2022 Nikon D5600, 70-300 mm non-VR DX, natural lighting, handheld, Lightroom classic. My shot and edit. ✅ If you like my works, please follow me on instagram 🙂 #streetphotography #streetscape #streetmoment #streetsoftoronto #chess #chessgame #chesslife #photography #gumball3000 #streetside #dancing #goofingaround #festival #summerfestival #dj #djing #deejay #musicproducer #diskjockey (at Dundas square, Toronto W.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpxtgN4r3I7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bestseasonsoflife]

Autumn Remains 2 ... (IN EXPLORE FRONTPAGE and Rank #1) by Sergio Darcas Via Flickr: 11 (Eleven) Contests Winner so Far!!! (Thank you all) Autumn colours, between the trees... Another step in that magic walk from the lonely lady back in June 2009, Adrogue, Buenos Aires. Multiple Flickr Contest Winner: Heart Awards Contest Winner! Urban Landscapes 1st Place www.flickr.com/groups/heartawards/ Peace Awards Contest Winner! 1st Place Winner : 37th Peace Award Contest : Theme : IMPRESSIONS OF FALL www.flickr.com/groups/1039193@N20/ B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l Contest Winner! : NOVEMBER FRONT PAGE CONTEST ♠ Fall Foliage 1st Place: www.flickr.com/groups/b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l/ Absolutely Perrrfect! Contest Winner! 1st Place Autumn/Harvest/Signs of Autumn/Halloween www.flickr.com/groups/absolutelyperrrfect/ We Are the World Contest Winner! 1st Place Fall Colors Contest www.flickr.com/groups/wearetheworld/ Friends! Contest Winner 1st Place "Fall is in the Air Contest" www.flickr.com/groups/henry_friends/discuss/7215762282461... Real Magic Contest Winner! "Magic of Autumn" 1st Place www.flickr.com/groups/realmagic/ Gave Ya Chills "Fall" Contest Winner! 1st Place www.flickr.com/groups/gave_ya_chills/ Autumn the Colour of Love - Autumn Contest Winner 1st Place www.flickr.com/groups/theautumn/ www.flickr.com/groups/theautumn/discuss/72157622987409277/ The Award Three - Autumn Artistry Contest Winner - 1st Place www.flickr.com/groups/awardtree/ This Is Excelent Group - Season Change Contest Winner - 1st Place www.flickr.com/groups/thisisexcellent/ www.flickr.com/groups/thisisexcellent/discuss/72157625031... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inspired in "Soledad Otoñal" by Sandro Garcia (SandroG) www.flickr.com/photos/sandrog/3611433758/ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Became one of the MOST INTERESTING photos on Flickr, WorldWide and All-Time out of 90 million geotagged photos so far: Rank #1 to #9 Among Millions of pics with every tag and word listed here. Rank #1 to #5 in Most Interesting All-Time in every group mid size or huge I added this picture Dunno how this works but couldn't be possible without all your comments, faves, galleries, votes in contests and support. My short two and a half months as flickr active member couldn't been better Thank You All Sergio Highest position on Explore #1 | Interestingness

[k-star-holic]

Hong Sangsoo director ⁇ Kim Min-hee, Paris witness: Honey drips from her eyes 'moon'

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[oreofrappiewithblueberry]

Gege said fuck the emo shit Imma make this the most unserious fight ever

[bludhavengazette]

Canary in a Coal Mine, Robin on the Rooftops

Local costumed superhero Robin kidnapped and tortured by notorious madwoman Martha Wayne, alias The Joker. Upon finding the injured hero, up and coming vigilante group the Streetside Supers sprung into action to save their friend and stop their foe. Blitz, the blue blur of a shocking speedster, rushed in and disarmed Joker, preventing further harm from being inflicted upon the young Thanagarian hero. During the ensuing conflict, Rat Man called out to Joker, only to be strangled by Gotham's Nightmare Predator, Talon! Could the three of them have a history? Could Martha Wayne and Rat Man have secretly had a child, which grew up to be the terrifying Talon? During this conflict, the Big Blue Boyscout, Superman appeared! Single handedly ending the fight with Joker and Talon, Superman shows us once again that the Man of Steel truly is a man of tomorrow. With the speed Superman intervened to save Robin, could it be the two share a connection? Could Superman secretly be dating Robin, or are they just good friends? What does Batman have to say about this? What about speculated polyamorus lover to Superman, rival reporter Clark Kent? There's plenty of drama to unravel here, folks! After the battle had concluded, villains Joker and Talon were apprehended and escorted to an as of yet unknown location, theoretically imprisoned in a maximum security vault where they can no longer harm anyone. The Streetside Supers reconviened at a location currently meant to remain undesclosed. As they licked their wounds and attempted to recover, news of conflict elsewhere shook the ears of our latest prize piece, the Streetside Supers. Crime truly does not rest, and as such, neither shall our heroes! The Bludhaven Gazette would like to inform its readers that this article has not been officially approved by Bludhaven Gazette editors, and as such, is placed in the Celebrity Drama category.

[thornsent]

it's really not so bad living in a nightmare situation if you uhhhhhh get high enough and dissociate enough and completely lose yourself in a fantasy world, basically.

I have got to get this art moving, I really wish I was in a better place to be doing more work + trying to get into vending at events

[the-young-metal-attack]

February 15, 1985.

Metallica instore at Streetside Records in St. Louis before their show with W.A.S.P.

[streetsidemunchies]

Best Butter Chicken Brampton Right On Your Table

Have you been missing authentic South Asian street food? We have the perfect solution for you. At Streetside Munchies, we offer all your favourite dishes, but with a twist. Our Best Butter Chicken Brampton is made in a way that displays our chefs creativity and true passion for bringing quality fusion food.If you're in the mood for some delicious street food, then come to us

[roseseafoam]

I know not everyone has the luxury of living in a place they love or can get to know and love, but I don’t think wanderlust and seeing the world are going to fill the void like having a core community and place to call home will.

[ramtinsnaps]

🎧 DJ, spin that shit! 📅 Toronto Gumball 3000, 2022 Nikon D5600, 70-300 mm non-VR DX, natural lighting, handheld, Lightroom classic. My shot and edit. ✅ If you like my works, please follow me on instagram 🙂 #streetphotography #streetscape #streetmoment #streetsoftoronto #chess #chessgame #chesslife #photography #gumball3000 #streetside #dancing #goofingaround #festival #summerfestival #dj #djing #deejay #musicproducer #diskjockey (at Dundas square, Toronto W.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpxtYoir7RI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[teaboot]

Wait why were you in israel/palestine? Aren’t you canadian?

I am. A friend of my family was traveling from Egypt to Jerusalem on pilgrimage and someone who had reserved a spot in the group had to drop out, so there was a last-minute seat available and they asked me if I was interested.

Life is short, and it wasn't the sort of trip I'd be able to afford on my own in a million years, so I tagged along as the token agnostic.

And I'm glad I did, because a few months later some of the places we'd visited were leveled flat.

A lot of beautiful, rolling green hillsides are charred dust now, and good, kind people are dead.

Buildings we slept in are gone. Children who waved to us in the street are gone. Small shops and vendors and houses are gone. Old men gathered together to smoke and chat in little rooms by the streetside are gone.

Passing from Israel into Palestine was a visible, abrupt switch from a modern city not unlike Vancouver to a slum. Like some of the reservations I've been to here up north that go to shit sometimes, where the Chief and his family all have brand new BMW's and nobody else has had their plumbing fixed.

Buildings were repaired with minimal supplies, trash was gathered in the streets, and the roads were bare dirt for long stretches at a time. You could tell that this wasn't a place being treated kindly, but people were doing their best. Everyone we met treated us well. Everyone we met was kind, and welcoming, and generous.

One man I spoke with said he was hoping to come to Canada someday. Take his family and live here. He asked how cold it got.

I told him that their winter was like our summer. He didn't like that- said he didn't like being cold.

I told him to wait for summer, then, and he could visit with me. Told him everywhere he'd have to see when he arrived, all the best landmarks and museums.

The first bombs dropped before winter.

I don't know if he waited.

[k-star-holic]

'Coming Out' Sam Smyths, Man Desiigner and Romance Rumor .. Streetside

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[kroosluvr]

temptation

i lowkey have too many notes to write down properly KDFHKDS but ill write them down for Future Cele so i can read it later and be like omggg past cele ur so fun and interesting

in general, the more "color" the scenes have, the closer it is to "real life" as opposed to the muted/hushed winter blues of maruki's reality

i.e. the dark frames w akira smiling and the very last panel are when reality sinks in: first for akira, then for goro

by the way this is long winter au but sumire is still brainwashed. this also works for canonverse but i just had long winter au in mind:o

youve heard of laundry and taxes now get ready for coffee and pastries

in every panel, akira is smiling! :) and goro is very much not smiling.

intentionally his face is hidden in the last 2 pages so its unclear whether it's the "ideal reality" already (akira/goro's daydreams/wants/desires), or if goro is still fighting akira on making sure he picks the right choice

the smoke from the first page kinda leads into the 3rd page omfg COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL BUT REALLY COOL LMAOOO

that's nameless and belladonna in jazz jin!!! i love them. I LOVETHEM. i miss them so bad is it obvious

the cafe is loosely based off of caffe strada @ uc berkeley LMAO. my parents used to take me there a lot as a little kid so that's the first cafe i think of when i imagine one. its like right on the streetside, basically on the sidewalk, so its very bustling and people are always walking by... probably a little disconcerting to see everyones summery bright smiles despite the bitter cold and snow

in long winter AU, the Ideal Reality starts before 1/1 so yeah they get to see the new years fireworks together (or something)

also intentional that they wear the same winter outfits in the whole comic although it Probably does not take place at the same time. in maruki's snowglobe, time seems frozen in place... but akira and goro are both acutely aware that the sands are running thru QUICK

goro's frustrated expression on page 3 is one also of disdain: "don't speak FOR me you fucking imbecile" type of expression.

goro, who's never lived a normal life and therefore doesn't know much abt "normalcy" nor really actively seeks it. this 3rd semester is basically purgatory for him and he doesn't care to try and go through the motions the way akira does. akira what do YOU know about the type of "normalcy" i deserve? how do YOU know if i "deserve" that?

im thinking that this is a naive akira who is mostly set on taking the deal because he feels hopeless... seeing all his friends with good happy lives while goro and himself are alive and miserable and shouldering the weight of the world during the horror of long winter......

oh but if he takes the deal they could all be good and alive and happy!!!.... and goro knows this. i feel like in any other universe (i.e. akira is 100% certain on not taking the deal and goro knows this) then goro would be happy and carefree to do these little indulgences for himself and akira's sake, to just enjoy the snowglobe world while it exists.

but this goro is discontent. he sees how akira is enjoying the snowglobe and knows maruki is depending on this. goro has to be the one to remind akira that none of this is his to keep........ in this fucked up world, routine is dangerous. becoming comfortable is dangerous. they cannot keep any of this.

on that note, goro says "i hate you" in a halfhearted sort of way (it's not true and akira knows that.) but he's trying to think of a way that he can dissuade akira from picking the wrong choice.....

and i think the thing is, goro thinks all of this, but he still falls into the rhythm of routine with akira anyway. in a way, goro feels hopeless too.

all of this is maruki's doing........ paralyzed by the inability to choose... whatever you do, you lose. goro needs to hold akira at arm's length so the stupid sentimental fool doesn't get too attached and falls into the wrong universe. akira needs to make a concentrated effort to detach himself from goro even though he wants the simplest thing in the world: just one more unremarkable day with him. it's lose-lose..........,

also i liked drawing the tentacles in the last pic the freaking blue lines on them were SO satisfying to draw

edit: also the last page: the blood flooding the panel….. the idea of the ideal world being built off of the blood and sweat and tears and bodies of the people who could have been. of those lost in the actualization, of those destroyed, of those stitched together and brought back to life. all just for a little false happiness. goro sees it but akira doesn’t, and it’s a grim sight.

[yuikira]

Them fingers-!

Riding his fingers like there's no tomorrow.

Riding his fingers so he can watch your dress slowly fall out of your shoulders as you lose your bratty demeanor.

Riding his fingers so he can take in the show as you can furiously grind your clit against his palm.

Riding his fingers which are so long, so thick, it's making your head spin.

Riding his fingers so he can watch you begging for him to take the lead instead.

Riding his fingers so he can praise you for taking him in so well, almost as if your pussy is made only for him.

"Good girl- Good fucking girl" he rasped out onto your neck, his fingers engulfed into your pussy. He was losing his self control by the second, wanting to just pin you to the nearest surface and fuck you like a streetside whore he picked up on his way back. You held onto his shoulder for dear life, nail marks penetrating his porcelain skin.

'S-s too much-!" you moaned out, your pace faltering with each passing second.

"Mhm, m right here. Cum fo' me, pretty" and soon after, all you saw was a blinding white light as uncontrollable moans fall out of your mouth.

"Such a messy baby..shouldn't have teased me in the first place..." he muttered, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean.

-Mah baby Yuuta, Satoru, Suguru, Diluc, Alhaitham, Jing Yuan, Yoru, Gekko + your favs!

[emilys-bangs]

congrats on 200! for the celebration prompts number 12 and 19 pls 😋 with emily giving r her jacket <3

Thank you! I changed the dialogue a tiny bit to make it smoother, hope you like it <3

Part of the 200 celebration

Word count: 0.9k

When you and Emily were tasked with grabbing food for the team back at the precinct, you hadn’t thought to take a jacket. It’s a ten minute walking distance at most to the one diner in town, so at your insistence you’d left the car behind—you thought walking for a while in the crisp air would help clear your mind of the case a bit, but you’re so frozen you suddenly regret your decision. The roads are slick with rain, the temperature dropping significantly after a continuous drizzle that you’d been protected from inside the precinct.

Emily’s shoulder bumps into yours. “What way should we go again?” She asks as you approach a crossing.

“Right,” you shudder, your voice briefly shaking. It’s not that cold, you try to reason to your brain. You slip your cold hands into the pockets of your pants. Useless. “Two rights and a left, then straight.”

Emily hums. When you turn to look at her, you find she’s illuminated by the lights of streetside lamps, her outline gently gilded with gold. Warmth licks at your insides and you turn away, curling your cold fingertips inside your pockets. It’s fall, you think grumpily, taking your hands out and crossing them tightly over your chest. It shouldn’t be this cold already; the thin long-sleeve you’re in hardly does much.

“Here,” Emily says suddenly, “take my jacket.”

You turn, surprised to see her shrugging off her blazer. Right under the lamps now, a sea of gold spills over her ink black hair.

Oh, Jesus. 

“Why?” You ask stupidly. Crossing your arms tighter against your chest, you feel your heart jump against your ribs.

Emily rolls her eyes. “Because it’s cold. And you’re shivering.” She holds out the blazer. “Take it.”

“Won’t you be cold, though?” Your eyes cling to the shirt she’s wearing; a v-neck, black and woolen, hugging her body in a way you only dream of doing. A pale triangle of her skin is exposed, and you silently fuss about the cold nipping at it.

“Don’t worry about it.” Emily says. When you hesitate, she swings the jacket over your shoulders with a small smile. “You need it more,” she murmurs, her warm breath hitting the shell of your ear, “I saw the way you were shivering.”

The scent of her perfume hits, doubled from the jacket around your shoulders, which also smells like her. Heat suddenly slicks your palms, and your pulse beats in your throat.

Emily gives you a smile, small and teasing. “Hotch wouldn’t like it if I went back with a frost-bitten agent and no food.”

The mention of your boss breaks you out of your daze. 

“Uh-huh,” you say, slipping your arms properly through the sleeves. Warmth encompasses you, along with another gentle cloud of Emily’s perfume. God, she smells good. “So this is all just an attempt to save your own skin, Prentiss?”

“Maybe.” She bumps your shoulder again, this time to get you walking. You obey, the fleeting thought that you’d follow her anywhere surfacing suddenly in your mind.

The two of you go quiet again as you round the left corner. The diner comes into view, a warm haven nestled between various other shops. You flex your cold fingers, silently wondering if you’d be stepping over some unknown boundary if you slipped your hands into Emily’s pockets.

“Can I hold your hand?”

Her voice, while sudden, is soft.

You’re momentarily struck dumb. Which causes you to say, “Why?”

Emily chews on her lip, and you instantly want to slap yourself. She recovers quickly, but a hesitant look lingers in her dark eyes. “Y’know,” she shrugs, “it’s cold out. Figured you might want to warm them up.”

It’s a lousy excuse, because when you quickly grab her hand before she can sink into her head, linking your fingers through hers, you find that her skin is ice cold.

Which only makes you grin. “Oh yeah, much warmth you’re providing me with.” You tease, fireworks sparking under your ribs when her cheeks bloom red. You want to kiss her so much it hurts, but a nagging voice in your head says not now.

“How about,” you say quietly, “we make a trade?” Emily’s eyes widen with interest and she shuffles a tiny bit closer. A smile begs to spread over your mouth, but you try to hold firm. “I keep wearing your jacket to keep me warm, and in return I hold your hand to keep you warm?”

It’s so palpable, what the two of you want, but it’ll have to wait just a little bit.

Emily smiles softly, her cold fingers squeezing around yours. “I’d like that.”

A passing car breaks you both out of your small bubble of warmth. Emily starts walking, her hand pulling yours to the diner. It’s warm in there, almost stiflingly so, but still none of you let go.

“Just so you know,” she says after you’ve ordered, leaning against the counter, “my hands are always cold.” Her brown eyes peer at you through thick lashes, and you have to force yourself to breathe.

“Then I’ll always hold them.” You reply.

Emily smiles and turns away, but not before you catch the blush spreading over her cheek. Her fingers squeeze yours and you squeeze back, a silent game until the food is ready for you to take to the team.

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[ua-memes-poorly-translated]

Some asshole stole a cypress tree.

[Image ID: A wooden flowerpot standing somewhere on a streetside with a sign that reads: "Some asshole stole a cypress tree". Clearly not a sign of a cypress tree there. /End ID]