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31th December 2006. St. Mark's Church (Croatian: Crkva sv. Marka) is the parish church of old Zagreb.
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“So um...what are you drinking?” Peter inquired
“Oh...champagne...I think? I haven’t ever done this before” Gwen replied
“You’re drinking?”
“Gotta get rid of the blues somehow…”
“The blues?”
“You act as if the breakup was easy for me”
“I vaguely remember you dumping me.”
“Peter I...I didn’t want to break up with you.”
“Then why did you do it, Gwen? Why did you leave?”
“I did it because I was tired of being hurt. I loved you, Peter. Everything was so good...it was like a fairy tale, but you pushed me away too much.”
Peter grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. “Then let’s go back to what we had Gwen. It doesn’t have to be over for us. We can work through this...together.”
“Peter…” Gwen trailed off as she let go of his hand. “It's not that easy,” Gwen sadly muttered.
“Why can’t it be that easy? We still love each other! Why can’t we go back to what we had? Why can’t we be together?”
“Because life isn’t easy Peter. I’m leaving the state and you’re going to ESU. We’d have to bend over backward to see each other and I really don’t want to do long distance."
“But Gwen...isn’t what we had worth it? Our happiness together...we can go back to that.”
“The past is the past Peter...we can start again, but we can never go back to what we had."
“Gwen...we can. We can be happy with each other again.”
“I just don’t know Peter...I don’t know if I’m ready to try again,” she said as she pulled away her hand. “Things like this need time…time I don’t think we have,” Gwen said as the elevator dinged once again which caught the attention of Norman Osborn.
“Ah, this must be Mr. Stark. Please excuse me,” Norman commented to the people he was talking to and began to walk to the door. But when the doors opened it was not the eccentric, billionaire, playboy, Tony Stark. It was another man wearing a tan trench coat with goggles on his face. His hair was brown and cut in a bowl cut but was split displaying his forehead.
“Hello Norman,” the figure said confidently as he walked towards Norman Osborn, the guests slowly shuffling out of his way.
“Wh-Who are you and why are you at my gathering?” Norman asked the figure with a slight panic to his voice.
The figure laughed coldly in response. “Oh Norman, don’t pretend like you don’t know me. We both know we share such a rich history,” the figure said continually walking toward Norman.
“What do you want... O-Otto?”
“What do I want? Well...I want to see your fraudulent empire collapse to the ground in a heaping pile of hell’s fire. But this can all be avoided,” the figure said as a prosthetic arm slithered out of his coat holding a camera. “I want you to spread every little secret you have to the world in one massive apology.”
“Like I would-” Norman started.
“Dad!” Harry yelled as he ran up to his dad. “Dad please...just do what he wants. Please do what he wants. Just put your pride away for one second and apologize for whatever you’ve done to this man.”
Norman Osborn looks at his soon then back to Otto with a grimace. “The only one that should be sorry is you for leaving Oscorp because you were only relevant when you worked for me!” Norman shouted at Otto
Otto laughed in response. “You should’ve listened to your son Otto...now you will be responsible for the tragedies that happen tonight,” Otto said as three more tentacles slowly emerged from his vest. “Now Toomes!” A moment passed before Adrian Toomes crashed through the window and smoke began to fill the room. Most guests screamed in peril and began to attempt to flee the room but they were stopped as Mysterio appeared to be in every door. A mechanical laugh filled the room as Electro hovered in through the window. Across the room Peter witnessed all of this.
“Gwen I have to go...you have to go. As soon as you get the chance please get the hell out of here,” Peter said as he began to walk away but Gwen grabbed his hand.
“Peter what do you think you’re doing? Where are you going?” Gwen inquired.
“I...I can’t tell you that. Please just listen to me and no matter what you see...just keep running,” Peter said as he pulled his hand away.
“Peter Parker look at me!” Gwen shouted which caused Peter to turn back in response. “Tell me what’s happening”.
Peter walked over to Gwen and hugged her. He then let go and looked her in the eye and kissed her. “I love you, Gwen Stacy…” Peter then ran off from her as he heard her screaming his name. He then leaped into an air vent and crawled until he reached another room. He jumped down from the vent and swiftly took off his vest and dress pants to reveal his Spider suit. He then put the mask on and took a deep breath. “You can do this Pete...you can do this.” He then took a few steps back and leaped out the window.
ODC-Mothers
This is a collage of my mom that I created this morning for the challenge. Here she is with various friends and family. She transcended from this earth 4 years ago. I'm so happy I have all these wonder photos to remember her. I miss her!
Remember when the sound of little feet
Was the music we danced to week to week
Brought back the love, we found trust
Vowed we'd never give it up
Remember when
Remember when we said when we turned gray
When the children grow up and move away
We won't be sad, we'll be glad
For all the life we've had
And we'll remember when
Remember when
....Alan J.
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Causeymire Wind Farm,
Halkirk,
Caithness.
TAKEN - 4.38p.m. Thu 5th Nov'20
A wind farm or wind park, also called a wind power station or wind power plant, is a group of wind turbines in the same location used to produce electricity. Wind farms vary in size from a small number of turbines to several hundred wind turbines covering an extensive area. Wind farms can be either onshore or offshore.
He Has a Lot To Answer For In Todays Modern Society..."
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...the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
Ok so these were taken on the 3rd of November. But for anyone who doesn't know the 5th of November is when we in the UK remember Guy Fawkes' failed attempt to blow up parliament. It also tends to coincide more or less with Diwali the Indian festival of light. Happy Diwali to those celebrating.
It means that at this time of year people like to try to blow themselves to bits letting fireworks off in their gardens.
Alternatively we go to safer organised displays like I did in Southend last night. They let the fireworks off on a barge in the Thames Estuary and it's free to attend. They do it every weekend through October and early November to bring more trade to the seafront on cold, dark autumn/winter Saturday nights.
I'm joining my friends, Rich and Trev, in remembering our friend Connie Harris (Land of Dolls) who passed away on Wednesday after being ill for a very long time.
Connie loved her dolls and created a town, Laurenland, both online and with dioramas and houses. She sent dolls to her friends who were "residents" of the town. This pic was taken for Christmas 2016. Connie had sent me the Sam and Dean Winchester dolls because we shared a love of the show Supernatural, along with a mini Connie doll. Sam and Dean were residents of Laurenland because Connie felt the town needed demon hunters, lol. My mini-me, Dollie, was also a demon hunter and had the good fortune to be Dean's girlfriend : )
In this pic, Dean and Dollie (Dollie is not pictured) attended what they thought was an ugly sweater party, but they were the only ones who wore them. That's Connie's mini-me on Sam's lap, because she loved Sammy!
Connie will be remembered for her fun personality and generosity.
Remember that phrase? Hilary Clinton used it for one of her books, written while she was still First Lady. Okay, she used the old phrase, "It takes a village," she didn't use idiot. But she might want to consider it as a title for a future book about the Trump administration from her perspective.
I don't know who this guy was. I only asked to have him pose for me. My Canon EOS does not have a microphone connection, so the only microphone I can use is the condenser mic built into the camera, and that isn't always good for interviews, especially when loud music and crowd noises are going on in the background at the same time.
Reaching back into my photo archives from 18 months ago! Was this a smoking' hot ensemble or what! Whew!
I really was taken by this black lycra spandex one shoulder, one legged catsuit from milanoo[dot]com! I've matched it up with my fingerless gloves from wicked temptations.com, Hanes Alive pantyhose from onehanesplace.com and my black patent pumps with the 5½" heels from electriqueboutique.com.
To see more pix of me in other tight, sexy and revealing outfits click this link:www.flickr.com/photos/kaceycdpix/sets/72157623668202157/
To see more pix of me in clingy catsuits & unitards click this link: www.flickr.com/photos/kaceycdpix/sets/72157623726915059/
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Remembering Mum, it would have been her birthday today. Roses because they were her favourites.
Flypaper Textured
I was going through the archives today and came across this image of the Jet Star roller coaster in Seaside Heights, NJ. Just one of Hurricane Sandy's victims.
#RememberWhen is the topic for Flickr Friday.
I remember when, before the ball point pen was invented, a fountain pen was the universal writing instrument. Also, since schools aren't teaching cursive anymore, we'll soon be saying, "remember when we used to be able to read and write handwriting?" which, to my way of thinking, is a real tragedy. Cursive is so much smoother to write than printing individual letters, and It pains me to think that our grandchildren may not be able to read the hundreds of handwritten letters and documents that we have saved that chronicle much of our history over the past eight decades.
feeling little sad watching crows over the mystic baobab tree, remembering life 'n works of my favourite dutch painter, van gogh.
see the blended version here
While you enjoy your week end.. "Remember" those people.. in the Philippines.. Sumatra.. & Samoa.. copping with the natural disasters that have befallen them..
You will like this.. I'm sure..
Have a wonderful rest of the day.. thank you for all your support.. NO multi invites please..
"Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I can think of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot....."
Izzy and Chris were our first cats. Unfortunately, both of them dissapeared after a few years, Chris first and then Izzy. They were inside-outside cats. We looked for them intensly, but could not find them. We hoped they found other homes (although they were very happy in ours) than becoming prey to some predators around (coyotes, bobcat, dogs).