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Is there some connection between being a football fan and horrendous taste in accessories for your car?
Maybe we should start a group called "Football supporters cars"
Therei s badging on the bonnet, it appears to be a Nissan West Ham United..there is an equally horribly accessorized Skoda not far from me, also owned by a footy fan..
This is a closeup of a Kodak Carousel that holds slides for viewing.
I like the way the light is glowing out of the centre as if there was going to be a volcanic eruption.
Thereis a wider view in the adjacent shot to give a better idea of the shape for those that are not familiar with these dinosaurs.
Fall Festival, October 14, 2018. Photo by Maria Stenzel.
ìI like it more burnt,î argued Stanley Dunwell í20 of Atlanta. The proof is in the tasting, and if thereís a little mess, who cares? Every year, Dunwell appreciates the simple fun of the festival.
ìWhen do you get to go in a bounce house with your friends, meet faculty and staff and their children?î he asked. ìI love the food, and meeting all my friends here.î
Identifier: germanypainted00dick
Title: Germany;
Authors: Dickie, James F., 1848- Compton, Edward Theodore, ill Compton, E. Harrison (Edward Harrison), ill
Subjects: Germany -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : A. & C. Black
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ornn aharmonious whole. We are delighted with itsfine old chapel, its armoury, its old torn flags, itsmagnificent rooms filled with antique furniture andmost artistic mosaics. The courtyard, the watchtowers, and the platform whence the defenderslooked down upon their foes in days of old, absorbour interest. This Burg, wellnigh a thousandyears old, was a little world in itself The knightsand men-at-arms seem to come at our call andpeople the ancient Burg again with the stirringlife of the days when might was right. Thereis something in us all, despite rumours of universaldisarmament and perpetual peace, that delights inthe sound of the bugle, and rejoices in the clashand clang of armour. Gone are the old bravedays: The knights are dust,Their swords are rust,Their souls are with the saints, we trust. There are three ways of going from Eltz toCochem—by steamer, by railway, or, best of all,like Bayard Taylor, afoot. The old town goesback to the days of the Celts, long before Rome COCHEM
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IN THE MOSEL LAND 125 sent its legions hither. It is therefore rich inCeltic, Roman, and mediaeval remains. Its narrowcrooked streets cling to the hillside. Its modernhotels line the rivers banks. It exercises a fascina-tion over the artist. Singers and players come herein high summer for rest. The surrounding hills areclothed with such refreshing green, and the riverruns by with such a leisurely grace, that caresvanish, and weary heart and tired brain experienceagain the joy of living. Under the strange oldarch that spans the narrow street, we pass into asuccession of gardens and go up the steep hillsideto Burg Cochem. This Burg was destroyed by theFrench during the wars of the Revolution, and wasa heap of desolation and ruin for a century. Thenit was restored by its new proprietor, Ravenne ofBerlin, who is a great lover of art and a munificentMaecenas to the museums of Germany. From theinner court we look down on the Mosel. Vine-yards cover every spot of earth. The river turnsand wi
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God in Heaven made us aware of all the media there is in our surroundings...and everything thereis on land, the sky, the waters and even in space...from the simplest basic needs...from our house...to everything we use...to all cities and nations there is...then we are asked if these truly are Spiritually healthy for Humanity and for future generations to come...then we face God with only our Soul...as our essence of our existence on Earth...and that is Love...and Love is our Paradise...
Fall Festival, October 14, 2018. Photo by Maria Stenzel.
ìI like it more burnt,î argued Stanley Dunwell í20 of Atlanta. The proof is in the tasting, and if thereís a little mess, who cares? Every year, Dunwell appreciates the simple fun of the festival.
ìWhen do you get to go in a bounce house with your friends, meet faculty and staff and their children?î he asked. ìI love the food, and meeting all my friends here.î
Then women gathered altogether...and in realizing that Motherly Love truly saves Humanity, and humbles all men...then they saw all the wickedness thereis in the world...and with firmness that women united to uphold the Holy Virtues of Humility, Love, Peace and Joy in Humanity...
At Antelope Point on Lake powell I caught two Striped Bass. We ate them for dinner. They are now considered an invasive species as they are displacing native fish, and thereis no catch limit on Lake Powell. Visit rosy-finch.blogspot.com
Short remy wigs have delicately capless design that it can offer you coolness and comfort. Since thereis no “cap” in a capless wig, the open-wefts is well-ventilation making it very cool to wear. Lacking a solid base is also a huge merit because it makes the wig light and airy; some capless wigs are just a few ounces. You will never feel like you’re wearing a baseball cap with a capless wig. Short remy wigs are made from high quality heat resistant material. It means you can use the heating tools or hair dryer to style the wig. Soft natural black wigs have side swept bangs. Use the scissors to trim it to the perfect length you like is allowed. Short remy wigs are black that is natural. Soft capless wigs are average size. They all have elastic straps that you can adjust the strap in accordance with your head size.
“everything is part of something”
the flower is part of the tree
the tree is part of the nature landscape
the nature landscape is part of Earth
the Earth is part of the Universe
so everything thereis in this world
has a purpose for a greater cause
even in our little part we are important
so our care may always reach everyone
even in our littleness we do our best
because this is for all the rest
a world that nurtures us all
so we do our part in our gratefulness
children’s art series: "everything is part of something"
acrylic paint, embossed paint, and sparkle paint (on canvas 9"x12")
Nanjing, China.
China is a blend of old and new. In somesense, they enjoy more freedom than other cultures as illustrated by the lack of rules on the road. In another sense they havefew freedoms, e.g freedom of speech.
In this photo you see a varity of vehicles, scooters, bikes, and pedestrians. Thereis no traffic light and there are no lines in the street.
==Arkham North: Courtyard==
Zoom's incapacitation was short-lived; spurred on by The Flash's sudden intervention, he had re-entered the fray with a renewed focus and drive. Furious, quick blows were thrown and parried just as quickly, as the Scarlet Speedster fought him back. And as they battled, as the ground quaked and cracked beneath their boots, Chuck realised something he hadn't understood previously:
Zoom had been holding back.
Yet, with their defeat no longer a certainty, the Rogues re-joined the battle with a tenacity on par with Zoom himself; blasts of fire, hail from above, razor-edged ribbons, all came crashing down against the man in yellow. But Zoom endured. A singed shoulder and a few minor cuts would not uproot his lesson. But perhaps The Flash could.
The Flash.
There was an effortlessness, a fluidity, in the way that he moved; unlike Zoom, who glitched and jerked and crackled as he popped in and out of the timestream, unnaturally, like a spectre. Even so, Zoom's lack of grace was off-set by a tactician's mind; aiming for his rival's legs and ankles in his attempts to disable him.
The Flash weaved in and out, matching Zoom's speed, his fists pulsating with the same golden lightning that had heralded his arrival moments before. And at last, he wound his arm back and delivered an earth-shattering uppercut that finally sent Zoom flying back onto the ground. The immediate threat passed, The Flash turned his attention to the eclectic collection of would-be heroes; a mismatched group with all the cohesion of a DnD party.
Chuck gasped, as lightning flashed across his brown irises. “Woah.”
The Flash; The Flash was standing in front of him; hands on his hips, a coy smile on his face, lightning pulsing through his bright red costume like golden blood through veins. Chuck had never really seen him up close before; although, once, he’d nearly been splattered into paste because a blur of red had overtaken him at the deli (Chuck didn’t hold that against him; Gotham bagels were miles ahead of Keystone's; Drury had confirmed as much to him once he had returned from his exile), but this was different.
“How- how did you know to come?” Chuck asked, tripping over his words.
“Our friend with the ears filled me in,” Flash smiled, sticking his forefingers up at either side of his skull, mimicking The Batman’s profile. Before he could elaborate, a metallic clunking caught his attention;
Zoom, was standing in the entrance of the Intensive Treatment building, his exit secured by the slamming of the twin doors. Flash's brow furrowed beneath his crimson cowl, as he attempted to discern Zoom's intent. A strategic retreat? No, of course, it wouldn't be that easy. Had to be a trap...
“Stay here,” Flash advised, as he took off; vibrating his body until it became intangible so that he could follow Zolomon inside.
"Freaky, huh?" Lisa smiled at Chuck.
"Unreal," he replied, an awed smile on his face.
The calm was cut short, as a quiet rustling from the shrubberies beside Arkham's East Gate grabbed Chuck's attention. He nodded to the others, and exhaled sharply, one thought on his mind; 'What now? King of Cats? Psycho Pirate? Charaxes?' Rory twisted the dial on his heat gun, Mardon lifted himself off the ground, aided by a small tornado, Norbert raised his fists, preparing for the coming battle.
Mercifully, that battle never came.
“Hold your fire! Don’t shoot!” a young voice shouted, as Simon Van Cleer and his siblings emerged from the bushes. Axel’s remaining arm was wrapped across his shoulders like a stuffed fox around an aging socialite’s.
The Rogues lowered their weapons
and Chuck's features softened. Drury's twins were the age his Charlie should have been.
“Younglings!” Lord Manga cheered, pointing an enthusiastic golden finger at the trio of youths.
“Youths, m’lord,” L-Ron corrected him. "Juveniles."
“Undeveloped minds, L-Ron! Susceptible minds! Susceptible to MARKETING!” The 'susceptible minds' elected to ignore C-3PO and R2-D2, instead making a beeline for their doting uncle.
“You’re soaking wet,” Norbert fussed over them. “Do we have any dry clothes?”
On cue, Lord Manga re-appeared at Norbert’s side, clutching a cardboard box filled to the brim with t-shirts branded with outdated slogans.
"Where's your arm, son?" Chuck paused, redirecting the conversation to something of greater importance, whilst Kitten fought Simon for the least embarrassing option within the mound of bootleg t-shirts.
Axel, shrugged. "Blew up."
"Where's the sub?" Rory grunted.
"Blew up."
Chuck lingered at the siblings' side, hoping in vain that Simon might provide a more in-depth explanation about their predicament than his brother. Lisa, however, brought him aside;
“You’re needed inside,” she spoke. “We'll look after them.”
“But Zoom is still-"
“Hey. Take it from someone whose spent a lot of her best years in Iron Heights because of him; Flash has this. You’d only slow him down.”
Out of rebuttals, Chuck nodded obediently. “I’ll need some height,” he smiled cheekily.
“On it," Lisa smirked. "I’ll try not to rip your arms out.”
Gold ribbons wrapped around Chuck’s torso and hoisted him above the ground, hurling him into the air. A gust from Mardon’s wand guided Chuck onto the roof of the Intensive Treatment block; He burst through the wooden door, and the atmosphere changed immediately. Carpet. He'd landed on carpet. He looked at the walls; plaster not concrete, and the photos; he knew those photos. And just as he began to piece things together, a voice called to him;
“Daddy?”
It was a child’s voice. His child’s voice.
"What the hell-?"
===Arkham East: Botanical Gardens==
“Montgomery, here, take the sword,” Drake was instructing Sharpe, handing the Soul-Taker to him, as he ripped a piece off of his emerald cape to form a bandage to place over Blake’s exposed eye socket.
“Oh, that’s actually quite a lot of blood,” Sharpe grimaced, as he held the blade close to his chest.
Drake rolled his eyes “We are all bags of blood and bile living on finite time, and yes, occasionally we leak. In our line of work, that is a particular gamble we must live with. I implore you to deal with it,” he shot daggers at his younger associate. “Thomas, how do you feel?”
Blake coughed. “Like Nick Furry.”
Drake smacked his forehead. “I am surrounded by children.”
“It might be the blood loss,” Sharpe shrugged, offering a weak defence of Blake’s character.
Drake eyed him coldly. “I think we both know it’s just Thomas.”
Sharpe exhaled, taking Drake aside so that he could voice his concerns. “This is bad man, this is Tom; do you know how important depth perception is to him?” he asked, idly scratching the edge of his nose.
“I KNOW PRECISELY HOW IMPORTANT DEPTH PERCEPTION IS TO HIM!” Drake snapped.
“YEAH?” Sharpe responded at the same volume.
“YES!”
Sharpe paused. “HE LIKES LOOKING AT BOO-”
“I said I understand, you juvenile twit!”
Sharpe, recoiled. “Jeez, bro. I didn’t think anyone felt as strongly about this as, well, Blake.”
“Don’t call me bro. In fact, don’t call me anything. You are a brother to no man. You are loyal only to yourself. I can trace every tragedy that has befallen us to the day Drury took you under his wings. Lynns lost to an inferno, Day to his madness. When you got yourself shot and Drury turned to that inhuman beast, Lightning Bug. You are a weaselly, shrewd enabler undeserving of kinship or friendship.”
“You maybe consider that all started the day you left?” Blake interjected. “Enhanced senses, remember?”
Drake scoffed. “That’s the blood loss talking, Thomas.”
Sharpe folded his arms. “No, man. I think that’s just Blake.”
~-~
Wally sped through the Asylum, slowing down as he approached a room of freakish funhouse mirrors, another one of Joker’s ‘renovations.’ As he passed each mirror, he threw a cursory glance at the distorted images; one Flash bloated beyond all functionality, surely unable to walk, let alone run; one Flash with an engorged skull, giving Hector Hammond a run for his money. And in the corner of one mirror, Wally caught a fleeting flicker of yellow.
“Hunter, are you there?” he called out.
“Alwaaaaaaaays, Waaaaaaaally.”
Unprepared, Wally was thrown backwards, the glass shattering as he fell against the closest mirror. ‘Rookie mistake,’ Wally cursed himself as he got back on his feet.
“Iam soooooo glad youcame,” Zoom’s voice crackled. “For the finaaaaaal lesson. How is Liiiiiiiiiiinda?”
“She’s safe. She’s where you can’t get her,” Wally responded coldly, his hand forming a balled fist. His eyes darted back and forth as he scanned the mirrors at superspeed, tracking Zoom’s movements.
“Do you reaaaaaaaally believe thaaaaaat Waaaaaally?” Zoom cooed. “Doyou reaaaaaaaaaally believe thereis aaaanywheeeere youcanhide Liiiiiiiiiinda I cannot fiiiiiind?” he inquired as he again came into view, this time directly in front of his former friend.
Wally’s fist flew forward and punched through the mirror, shards of glass tearing his hand apart. ‘Thank god for speed healing,’ he thought. And he thanked Him again when Zoom struck from the shadows, knocking him through the cracked frame.
“You cheated,” Zoom continued, his distorted voice shifting slightly to one of annoyance as he circled his wayward student. “You undid the traaaaaaaaageeeeeeedy. Undid my woooooooork. SonowIwill need to fiiiiiiind a neeeeeeeew traaaaaaaaageeeeeeedy. For you and Liiiiiiiiinda.”
But Wally wasn’t listening; he was looking at the mirror behind Zoom, rippling like a lake disturbed by a skimmed stone; An orange and green blur shot through the mirror, dusted itself down, then immediately hurled over the floor.
“McCulloch?” Wally frowned; he’d admit the vomiting Scotsman was not his first choice of saviour.
“Fookin’ hell, ahm always a wee bit topsy-turvy jumping through one a’ those freaky funhoose mirrors… Oi, Seizure Salad! Ah’m gonnae smash the fook outta you,” he pointed at Zoom with a shaking hand.
Zoom smiled, then his fist drove forwards and embedded itself in McCulloch’s chest, twisting through his internal organs. McCulloch spluttered, smirked, then his body exploded into shards of crystal. “A duuuuuuuplicaaaaaate,” Zoom hissed.
“Och, weel ya didnae think ah was gonnae play fair, did ya?” a second McCulloch chortled from the other side of the room. “C’mon, ya wee fanny.”
“With pleeeeeaaaaaaasure,” Zoom sneered and, while distracted, Wally snuck in with a jab to his head.
“Och, ya beauty!” McCulloch cheered with the enthusiasm of a life-long Celtic fan.
Wally’s arms wrapped around Zoom’s shoulders, trapping him, giving McCulloch precious seconds to act; he fired his mirror gun in quick succession at the mirrors either side of Zoom; Thawne’s pupil broke free of his grip and threw Wally over his shoulders; McCulloch leapt through one mirror, striking Zoom’s jaw, did a combat roll through the other and reemerged on the other side to deliver a punch to the cheek. But this time, Zoom caught him before he could escape.
“Tiresome foooool,” Zoom snarled. “Whaaaaaat didyou hope to accoooooomplish?”
“Me? Ah was hopin’ that ya wouldnae notice me shoot those mirrors.”
Zoom’s head jerked backwards; red eyes darting back and forth beneath his visor as yellow claws emerged from the rippling mirrors; in total, there were six of them; each misshapen in some way, all monstrosities; Zoom’s distorted funhouse reflections, given life by McCulloch’s mirror gun.
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̶̞͎̓̔̈̍“̸̺͋̽͗͌͌L̶̺͇̼͖͉͑e̶͎̲͑e̴̡͎͍͙̦̎́̀͒̋f̴̢̢̛̝̭̖ ̷̨̂o̴̞̔̍̋͠ǘ̸̗̽͠ŷ̵͔̩ ̶̘͉̓̍̀̉ͅt̵̯̞̳͓̅̊r̷̹͕̙̲̀̅͗͝u̸̧̧̙̞̔̆̑̈̈́ḧ̴͙̘̣̣́͐͛͐͘ ̶̟͆̃̍e̷̝̫͓̻̟̿̈́h̶̼̘͙̾̏̚t̴̢͇̦̜̯̓̓̃̈̓ ̷̣̿e̶̻̺̽̎ć̷̬̃͛̚ą̸̢͈̖̍́́̒l̴̪̰̣̔̅̾̆p̷̧̛͈̌̿̚e̶̛̘͎ṟ̴̈́̉ ̸̧̤͉̹͗̾͝͝ṋ̷̢̬̤̖̈́̈̏͘a̴̰͉̅̑̂͠ć̶͍̞͚̤̱ ̷̞͙͗t̵̺͒͐̔̇ȁ̶̡̻̲h̷̛̟̔̇̕ț̶̹͔̌͠ ̶̱͎̽́̽͌̀ḱ̷̢͙̭̃͋n̷̬̻͚͊i̶̢̧̢̫̹̽͘h̷̩̻̦̲͆̄̀̏̽t̶̯̥̗͚͙͐͋͛̍̓ ̸̬̬̱͊̐͝ō̴̞͔̗͜u̸͉̝̞̟̾͌̏͠y̸͈͝ ̵̨͇͉͈̬͌ê̸̜̞̞̼͓s̷͕̝͎̀͂̉͑̈́u̵̫̒́̑ā̸̤̯͖̖̏ͅc̷͉̈́̂e̷̮͈̘̬͊̃̀͂̒b̷̼̀̈́̇͛ ̴̲̻̗͝H̵̞̓̌ş̴̣̺̗͋̂͜ą̴̜̯͚̝̈́͑̕̚͝ľ̴̙̔ͅf̸̡̞̩̞̖͌͗ ̷̦͈̝͍͖͐̑̇E̶͚̦̪͓͝ͅh̷̟͑̎ͅt̶̢̨̰͑ ̸̫̮̎g̸̜̩̫̽̍͠n̴̩̠̋i̶̤͌̅̋t̵͖͓̭̼̉̇ͅŗ̶͓͇̘̄u̸͈̮̯̝̘͛̌̿ḥ̷̟̯̟̯̽͗̕.̴̥̣̓̋̀̅͜ ̷̨̧̹̠̈̆C̴̢̮̣͔̄͋͒̐͜͝i̷̜̬̖͋̈́̚t̵̖͈̅ẹ̷͋̀̅̀̕h̶͍̭̺̏͂͜t̷̘̅͐a̴͇̬͌́́ͅṕ̶̜̅͂͝”̶̛̟̫̣͓̦͆̈́͌
̷̢̤̼̗̫͋̿̂͐
̵̝̫̽͂̐͜“̸̩̒̅̊̚T̴̛̘̗́̓͝’̴̢̢̟̹͗̎͌̄́ń̶̛̺͈̝̺̍͠a̸̱̖͛̒̓̈́̌c̶͉̳̰͉̜̑͌̓͝ ̴̛̻̩̤̞̀͛̕t̸̙̖̂̎̉͆͝i̵͔̎̉͌ͅ.̶̠̈́̃́͌”̷̧͔̞̣̬̉̐͑͐̐ ψ
Zoom attempted to fight them off, but their speed matched his own; they crowded him, wrapping their clawed fingers across his arms; at first it looked like they may tear him apart. That might have been mercy compared to what followed: the mirror creatures dragged him along the floor, towards the swirling vortexes from which they had been birthed. Towards eternity. Zoom struggled, Zoom fought, but he wasn’t fighting creatures that could bleed or die; in the end he was fighting himself. And Hunter Zolomon had lost that battle long ago. When Zoom next spoke, it was with Hunter’s voice. “Wally, help."
"I just wanted to help.”
His face disappeared behind the rippling glass, and the mirror was still once more.
Wally stepped forward, but McCulloch held him back. “Flash, mate. It’s over, alright? It’s done. Let the mad bastard go.”
Wally bowed his head, Hunter no more than a yellow silhouette trapped behind glass, growing fainter by the second. “McCulloch, can he...? Is he...?”
“Nah,” McCulloch answered. “But he cannae hurt anyone no more. I’d say that’s ah point for tha good guys,” he spoke, slapping Wally’s back in a rare display of solidarity.
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Despite his earlier outburst, Sharpe seemed to hold no ill will towards Drake; perhaps because he was used to being the one in the wrong and he was enjoying the change of pace. Together, they lifted up Blake, guiding him over dried up vines and plants. They had almost reached the exit until they were harshly reminded of the present threat; Sharpe’s calve was torn open by the King’s claws, and the trio tumbled to the ground as one dysfunctional unit. The sword, clattered to the ground once more.
“Leaving so soon?” The King asked mockingly, lapping the blood off its silver claws.
Drake and Sharpe took fighting stances, fists raised, as they guarded Blake’s slumped over form. The King, giggled. And the fight began anew; Drake’s rapier slashed the King, a fireball singed his catsuit; courtesy of Sharpe’s dragon staff; this was the fight of their lives, and they knew it. But even so, they couldn’t keep the beast at bay forever. They fell down for a final time, and The King continued its approach towards Blake.
“He's going for the katana!” Drake realised.
“C-catana,” Blake chuckled (Now in a state of blood loss induced delirium). He tried to move, but The King’s boot pinned his wrist.
“As I understand it, gingers don’t have souls…” The King teased, picking the Soul-Taker off of the floor and holding it level. “Shall we test that?”
But before The King could test its hypothesis, something peculiar happened; The King’s face twitched in pain; its hand flung backwards, and a feline-like yowl burst from its’ lungs with the pain of someone burned by a hot iron. The clear source of the King’s ire, the Soul-Taker, landed into a nearby crowd of shrubbery. “Sorcery!” The King yowled, removing its leather glove to reveal the putrid pus-filled blisters that had erupted across its palm.
“It matters not; There are worse ways to wound,” the King declared, crouching over Blake and placing its hands across his throat. But as The King choked Blake, Blake dug his claws into its cheeks and dragged them across the surface of its face. The King recoiled; scars were dug into the side of its cheeks like whiskers. Drake rushed to Blake’s aid, leaving himself vulnerable.
The King re-entered the fray, mounting Drake’s back; fanged teeth bit into his throat; deep, lethal bites. Drake fumbled, grabbing the knife tucked down the side of his boot, then stab: The King fell, and Drake fell with him.
The King gurgled, its eyes red, its mouth stained with Drake’s blood. Drake’s knife handle was pointing out the side of its skull, the tip barely poking out the other side. “Wots… wots noo poosi caaaat,” The Fallen King slurred. “Poos. Poos. Poosi. Heehn.”
“The sword! Kill him! Kill him now!” Sharpe panicked. “The- Where’s the sword-?”
He turned his head around just in time to see a black whip wrap around the sword’s hilt and tug it far from the King’s reach. The King sniffed the air and smiled its final smile. “Siiiiiister-?”
Blake stirred. “Ni- Nightwing...”
The King turned back, and the sword pierced its stomach. Its eyes, once green, now red from the knife lodged in its brain, dilated. Selina Kyle stared back coldly, no expression on her face beyond residual pity for the brother she had lost long ago.
“Does... does The Batman know you carry his seed?” The King dribbled blood onto the floor.
The sword twisted. A mercy killing, if anything, though mercy wasn’t on Selina’s mind. Green smoke emanated from its mouth, forming a monstrous, bestial cloud above them, its silhouette resembling an enormous bi-pedal panther. As it was drawn into the sword, the swirling tornado let out an animalistic cry; then, quiet. The King’s reign had ended; The creature had spoken its last words; vulgar though they were. But Karl Kyle hadn’t. A blue spectre lingered over the body; the brother Selina had known before the Cat King had claimed his body and soul. Untethered and unburdened.
“Selina… thank you,” it spoke, finally at peace.
“Karl-?” Selina gasped.
The spectre smiled in mute confirmation, then faded into nothingness.
“That thing was inside me…” a repulsed Blake remarked. Even so, a slight smile played across his lips, comforted by the knowledge that the nightmare was over, that finally, The King of Cats was dead: Long live The King. But their victory rang hollow. Sharpe was cradling Drake; his white suit was stained with his blood; he wasn’t even complaining; Blake could tell something was wrong based off of that alone. He limped forwards, Selina’s hand brushed across his shoulder, but he kept going, crouching by their side. “Drake, Morty, c’mon, man. You can’t go, not like this, not from some hickey. What about... what about your peasants?”
“Pheasants, Thomas,” Drake smiled weakly. “No; Sod that life of luxury malarkey… the only life worth living is one… is one with frien-"
He never finished.
Blake and Sharpe looked at one another; making a non-verbal agreement for how to proceed. Sharpe unfastened The Cavalier’s velvet cape, then carefully lowered him onto the ground. He handed Blake the cape, who draped it over Drake’s body, like a flag over a fallen soldier. Not to grieve the death of their friend, but to honour the life of a Misfit.
===Arkham Penitentiary===
They had been walking for what seemed like hours, down cobweb infested hallways and past empty cells. Yet, it wasn’t until they had reached Maximum Security that Eric Needham finally noticed they were one member short.
“Where’s Pike?” he asked the remainder of his group. Flannegan and Karlo, exchanged confused glances. Karlo's yellow eyes darkened, shadowed by his drooping brow; Flannegan shrugged with the energy of someone who considered shrugging too much effort.
Needham let out a low sigh and placed his hand over the bridge of his nose, making sure his displeasure was apparent to both man and mud. “Stay here, I’ll find her,” he grunted, certain neither of them would volunteer in his stead. He turned 180 degrees and activated his wrist shooters; using his webs to pull him forwards, carrying him back the way they came with an enhanced speed. He reached a doorway, and dropped down. As he approached the handle, he noticed a fine white powder sprinkled on the ground like salt.
It wasn’t salt.
“Pike? Kid?”
Keeping a hand on his sheathed knife, he walked through the doorway and was quickly swept away to a small apartment; a woman was standing over the stove, her back facing him.
“Linda?” Needham asked, raising his mask over his face.
The woman turned around, and smiled. It was Linda, yes. But Linda from a time before the drugs hollowed her cheeks and thinned her hair. The Linda Eric had fallen for.
“The hell is this?”
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Ten raised his hand, moving it from side to side, the corners of his mouth drooping downwards. “The signal stops here,” he announced to the rest of the group.
Gar looked up, taking in his surroundings; They were in The Nexus. A network of doors splitting off into different corners of the facility. “We’ll split up,” he decided. “I’ll take the North door; Joey east, Ten west. Gaige-”
“South, yeah. I know how directions work,” Gaige growled, twisting the end of his harpoon. “I’ll see you and the rest of Apocalypse Now in five. Once I find Walker.” And without waiting for Gar’s approval, he stepped through his assigned door.
Joey leaned forwards, whispering to Gar. “I told you he cares.”
“Uhuh,” Gar nodded dispassionately, rejecting the notion that Gaige held any sentimentality for Drury within his stony heart.
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Joey entered through the door, and stepped on a bright green welcome mat. Dismissing it as the clown's idea of a joke, Joey continued onwards, but the further he walked, the more he began to recognise his surroundings. He arrived at a small table in the hall and picked up a framed photograph of a young man in military uniform. Himself. “What-?”
“Jo-Jo!”
Joey turned around just in time to witness a small toddler tactically crawl towards him. She let out a delighted squeal, then dropped at his feet, hugging his shin like a koala against a tree trunk.
“Maggie?” Joey asked. “Baby sister?”
“Ah, there you are, kiddo,” Joey’s father called out to him beckoning him from the dining room doorway. “We’ve been waiting for you!”
Joey answered with a dry throat, with tears welling up in his eyes. “You have?”
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Gar walked through the door and entered a building cloaked in shadows. Suspicious, he raised his flamethrower and he veered around the corner into what appeared to be a dining room; the lights were dimmed, the curtains closed, and there was but a single candle on the table, illuminating the room. Orange sparks danced across Gar’s pupils. He reached forward, old habits, then he saw his hands. First of all, he was no longer wearing his costume, but more than that, his hands were unmarked. Unscathed. No longer cracked and chipped like years-old paint. And if his hands weren’t burnt… He ran to the mirror and gasped: a man with pale skin, the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow and a full head of black, slightly greying, hair was staring back.
“What the fuck?”
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As Ten progressed further into Arkham's bowels, he continued to raise his hands in front of him, guiding his path through a building he was grateful he had never been ‘treated’ in. It wasn't until ten minutes of walking, that he finally noticed his hands.
His hands. Pink and fleshy sausage-like appendages, not the metallic, peach-coloured prosthetics he’d grown accustomed to installing each morning. And then he realised he didn’t need them to see either. His goggles were gone, and his eyes were finally open. “This shouldn’t be possible,” he gasped under his breath.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Tenny,” a voice called to him, as a man entered the room, wearing an orange suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in David S. Pumpkins’ closet. “Here, my dear two-eyed friend. Anything’s possible.”
Ten’s eyes narrowed; a sensation he wasn’t used to, as he focused in on the man and his unusual attire. “You’re Spellbinder, aren’t you?” he identified him. “I bought your book.”
“Did you like it?” Billings asked, hoping for heaps of praise towards his prose.
“I never read it,” Ten responded dryly, taking in his surreal surroundings. “How are you doing this?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” Billings scoffed, an arrogant, slightly drunken, smile on his face. “Even if I had a decade to explain it.”
“I can only imagine your illusions function similarly to my prosthetics, projecting the images you want me to see directly into my brain.”
Billings, said nothing.
===Sheldon Elementary===
Drury adjusted his tie, Cammy’s hand in his, as he walked him backstage; he took a peak through the silk curtains and caught Miranda smiling back. He blew her a kiss, then retreated back behind the red shroud, before she could notice his eyes had begun to water.
He turned to Cammy and knelt beside him, placing both hands on his shoulders.
“Cammy... What I told you earlier, about being a Walker-” Drury swallowed. “You’re also a Gaige. And Gaiges? They do what Walkers can’t. They fight for what they want, and they don’t stop.”
“Why are you crying, daddy?” Cammy asked, his cheeks reddening.
“I don’t- I don’t know,” Drury lied. Again. “Maybe… maybe because I should have told you all of this before. Every day, every night. Just you remember, when those curtains open, if you feel frightened or nervous or alone. I’ll be there on the other… side.”
Cammy’s music teacher came into view, and as he smiled, he exposed a gap in his front teeth. When he did, Drury found his vision begin to blur again and again, he didn’t know why. “Great pep talk, Mr Mayor. Are you ready, Cammy?”
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I know that in many places all over the globe wildfires are burning places that are dry as a bone because of years and years of drought. Montana is one of those places. In some parts of the world, heavy rains after long drought have encouraged vast amounts of plant growth -- only creating more fuel for the fires to devour when the land does dry up again as it has in Montana. So, I know we are not alone in living with wildfire almost every summer. Though it is hard to breath some days, and the smoke makes our eyes sting, I feel grateful that our home is not threatened. And grateful to be alive. Never take our lives for granted!
Today this truly gigantic cloud formed over the Meriwether Fire in the mountains north of Helena. Thereis NO way I can capture the enormity of this cloud formation in a photograph. It towered over the city of Helena and over our valley. You can see the mountain ridgeline at the bottom left of this photo. This cloud was mostly smoke from the fire.
What's really incredible to me is that just yesterday, we couldn't see more than a few blocks in town and today, the air was much clearer, though just half hour after I shot this photo, the billowy "softness" had dispersed and the cloud was just an ordinary thick haze of hazardous smoke again.
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View from andong, thereis Merbabu , and in the right is Mnt Merapi, in my back theress Twin Mountain, Sindoro and Sumbing.
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AISA mobilised lOOs of students in an intensive campaign in The JNUSU President and DSF members made only a token, belated guest appearance.
Protest Against the short period of one day, quashing Modi's plans of using .
at the historic protest by student organisations at SRCC College against Modi's visit in SRCC to project himself as the 'students' choice for PM.'.
Modi's SRCC Visit Feb 2013. .
AISA has consistently mobilised students in resistance to SFI and DSF both claim to be against AFSPA now. But the Govt run by SFI's parent party 's recent victory in the AFSPA and other draconian laws. The JNUSU PresidentCPIM still implements AFSPA in Tripura. And DSF hailed the CPI(M)from AISA visited Manipur in solidarity with the historic.
AFSPA Tripura without a SINGLE WORD about the imposition of the draconian AFSPA by the struggle against AFSPA m 2004. AISA has taken up .
government thereI initiatives all over the country to build solida rity with lrom Sharmila's struggles against AFSPA. .
In the Patna Univ elections last year, the JNUSU.President from DSF campaigned for the The AISA has been at the forefront of the struggle of Ranveer Sena, students of dalit hostels for justice against the attack by.
AISF candidate for Vice-President, even as he used casteist anti-dalit tactics in the .
Ranveer Sena goons following Brahmeshwar Singh's killing.Dalit Massacres elections. This AISF candidate (who won the election) exposed his true colours when he hailed the notorious Ranveer Sena chief Brahmeshwar Singh as a martyr, even as AISA contested the Patna Univ elections on a principled 's killing. Following plank of struggling for the rights of dalits and women.
'Ranveers' were attacking dalit hostels in Ara following Brahmeshwaragainst vested feudal interests..
massive public outcry about such stand, AISF had no option but to expel him-but DSF .
is yet to regret that the JNUSU President campaigned for such a casteist masquerading .
as a Left candidate. .
AISA's JNUSU office bearers supporting the struggle for The JNUSU President from DSF, and the DSF remained totally aloof from the ongoing.
Minority Witch-justice at Batla House, and visiting Lucknow in solidarity.
struggle in Lucknow against the custodial killing of Khalid Mujahid as well as against the .
with struggle against custodial killing of Khalid Mujahid..
hunt fake encounter at Batla House. .
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The AISA and its activists from DU and JNU played a historic The JNUSU President from DSF, and DSF itself, remained aloof from the struggle of DU.
FYUP in DU role in mobilising students' resistance to FYUP. AISA held a .
students against the worst offensive on higher education in recent times-the FYUP. .
This, despite the fact that FYUP affects not only DU students and teachers but also JNU historic referendum in DU where over 10000 students .
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voted to reject FYUP. AISA is determined that JNUSU must.
Fee Hike and early career research scholars by drastically eroding permanent teaching posts in DU. .
support the struggle against FYUP ..
The JNUSU President from DSF, and the DSF remained totally aloof from the strugglesCrackdown in AISA and its JNUSU office bearers also extended support .
of Jamia Millia lslamia students for their rights.
Jamia Millia for the struggles ofJamia Millia lslamia students against fee hikes and crackdown on their democratic rights..
lslamia Again and again, the hesitation, opportunism and silence of the outgoing JNUSU President from DSF, on a range of pressing democratic questions, were a blot on .
the legacy of the JNUSU as an institution. To have JNUSU representatives who won't defend a JNU student who is a victim of Operation Green Hunt; who break Left .
unity and JNUSU's unity to back ABVP in its communal witch-hunt of a fellow JNUSU office bearer; who won't defend the civil liberties and right to dissent of those of a differing ideology; who can hail the Tripura CM from CPIM who implements AFSPA; who campaign for a pro-Ranveer Seha candidates in Bihar without any regret; who can't support the struggles for Telangana and Gorkhaland; and who fail to offer principled and timely resistance to minority witch-hunt and offensives .
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on education like FYUP critically impair the fighting potential of JNUSU. That's why we appeal to you to give AISA a FULL MANDATE in the JNUSU polls, to ensure a JNUSU that can respond robustly to every assault on democratic rights of students and citizens. .
Sucheta De, Piyush Raj, Central Campaign CQmmittee, AISA, JNU .
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On the way to Stettler along Highway 21 there is a nice old barn right after you pass Trochu. Thereis a new windfarm built in that corridor, and thus old meets new. The weather was interesting, and the barn was nicely framed.
Il dolore, la passione... la libertà.
Abbracciami forte madre mia, che ho paura!
Uno sguardo struggente che ti penetra lento.
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Penso...
Leggere, scrivere, parlare, cantare...
uscire fuori, scappare!
Ti Ricordi?
... Oltre le porte sorte per costernazione di uno stormo di stanchi dei.... continua tu
Parla ancora amico mio.
Canta ancora e abbracciami forte.
C'è una leggera brezza stasera, mi porta il profumo di luoghi lontani, di luoghi mai visti...
Abbracciami forte amico mio, io non avrò paura!!
Adesso vado via, guardami mentre mi incammino,
e non ti stupire se mi vedrai volare
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The pain, the passion... Freedom.
Hug me strong my mother, cause i'm afraid.
A consuming glance penetrates slow in you
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Thinking...
Reading, writing, speaking, singing...
Get out... RUN!
Do you remeber?
Over the doors rise for a consternation of a flock of tired gods...
you continue
Speaking still my friend
sing again and hug me strong.
Thereis a slight breeze tonight that brings me the smell of distant place... place that i never seen.
Hug me strong my friend, i will have no fear.
Now i go away look at me while i walk,
and not surprise if you will see me to fly
Sorry again for my bad english ;P
Hi ThereI've attached some photos I've found, circa 2005 - 2006 for most. May be too late for Flickr, but thought I'd try.Partner Summit Team - 2006Partner Summit - 2007Last day for the Cognos Sign Childrens Wish volunteers - Ribfest on Spark
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The Night
Morphine
You're the night, Lilah. A little girl lost in the woods.
You're a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.
It's too dark to see the landmarks. I don't want your good luckcharms.
I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars.
You're the night, Lilah. You're everything that we can't see.
Lilah, you're the possibility.
You're the bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtainsclosed.
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.
Unknown the unlit world of old. You're the sounds I never heardbefore.
Off the map where the wild things grow. Another world outside mydoor.
Here I stand I'm all alone. Drive me down the pitch black road.
Lilah you're my only home and I can't make it on my own.
You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.
You're the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slamsat the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball.The battle of the earth of the angels. The shifting snow driftsso realistic, so realistic - call you carpet of stars. See thereis something in the yard. It's awful dark. With the paintedstrings, the cross, the good luck charm, the prayer, the extralayer. The group ???...
Hi ThereI've attached some photos I've found, circa 2005 - 2006 for most. May be too late for Flickr, but thought I'd try.Partner Summit Team - 2006Partner Summit - 2007Last day for the Cognos Sign Childrens Wish volunteers - Ribfest on Spark
Street ThanksLoriLori Teskeyloriteskey@rogers.com
Along US422 west of Ebensburg, Cambria County, Pennsylvania. Thereis one road in and out. In fact, just after this marker is a sign that says "No Outlet".
At Antelope Point on Lake powell I caught two Striped Bass. We ate them for dinner. They are now considered an invasive species as they are displacing native fish, and thereis no catch limit on Lake Powell. Visit rosy-finch.blogspot.com
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Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown
And things seem hard or tough
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft
And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our power
The sun :*, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour
Of the galaxy we call the Milky Way
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars
It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side
It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick
But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide
We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point
We go 'round every two hundred million years
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whiz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know
Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed thereis
So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth
Taken in Gatley Carrs - my first few test shots with my new Nikon D80 - wow what a piece of kit - thereis no going back now to my manual compact!!
With God's Truth about Love...that we see everything with our Heart...in the Light of Holy Virtues...like an eagle flying above in the sky...that we see an overview of all thereis...that brings happiness and sufferings to the entire Humanity...an entirety of everything revealed...
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Article Title: Rariglanda jerseyensis, a new ericalean fossil flower from the Late Cretaceous of New Jersey
Author: Camila Martínez, Thereis Y.S. Choo, Daniella Allevato, Kevin C. Nixon, William L. Crepet, Robert S. Harbert, Charles P. Daghlian
Citation: Botany, 2016, 94(9): 747-758, doi.org/10.1139/cjb-2016-0062
Source: dx.doi.org/10.1139/cjb-2016-0062
Caption: Fig. 5. SEM photograph of pollen of Rariglanda jerseyensis gen. et sp. nov., illustrating the striate micromorphology and the endoaperturial bulge in one of the apertures. Scale bar = 5 µm. www.nrcresearchpress.com/journal/cjb
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A crap photo but it was fun
Mike Ellis on soprano
Helena X vocal
Jean-Mathis "Tott" Fritsch on bass
The german Djembe player on duty.
Thereis always a German drummer available on any Indian beach !
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