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amanofcolours · 1 year

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“Superman BLT” The bodega around the corner from work (shout-out to LA Deli in Harlem!) helped me perfect this. It’s just a BLT, extra bacon (extra crispy) with a slice of cheddar cheese. So savory and so sinfully good… #blt #bacon #lettuce #tomato #cheese #sandwich #foodporn #stilllife #picture #pic #justshoot #camera #shoottokill #snapshot #photographer #artist #amanofcolours #photo #amocphotography #photography #photographyart #photogram #art #iphonography #jaredrayeaton #food (at Harlem, New York City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoK-nVMpbeN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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copperbadge · 11 months

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Found this summer's Weird Lays Flavors, neither of which are as good as the Coronation Chicken crisps I got in England. They're both fine; the Cuban is a thinly-veiled dill pickle chip and the BLT sandwich is really just bacon-flavored, but they're not bad, they're just not particularly mind-blowing.

[ID: A photograph of two snack-sized bags of Lays; both bags show sandwiches on the front, and one is labeled "Cuban Sandwich" while the other is "BLT Sandwich." Both are marked as limited time flavors.]

#food #potato chips #lays #flavored crisps

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frankiefellinlove · 9 days

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“……. Settling into a booth at the Convention Hall Coffee Shop, I order a BLT, photographer Bob Sorce a cheeseburger, and Bruce a hamburger, french fries and coke.

“Yeah, we had a real rep”, Bruce starts to say. “We could draw two, maybe three thousand people on any given night. We played our own concerts here and also down south. It’s weird. Nobody would ever book us because we never did any Top 40. Never. We used to play all old soul stuff and Chuck Berry, just the things we liked. That’s why we couldn’t get booked. We made enough to eat though.”

#bruce springsteen

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literaryfandomangel · 19 days

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The Promise - Chapter Sixteen

*TW * indepth talk about ED in this chapter

We entered the diner, Marko and Paul behind me as if they were sentries, ensuring the Princess didn't bolt. I swallowed as I followed David and Dwayne to a table in the restaurant's corner. David sat down first, then Dwayne on the opposite side. I slid into the booth beside David, Marko following. Paul pouted but sat beside Dwayne

David handed me a sticky menu. The four guys each took a menu to peruse while my hands trembled as I forced myself to open it. All I could see were photographs of food. Hamburgers, cheeseburgers, french fries, milkshakes, BLTs.

My brain revolted, screaming at me to get out of that diner. My stomach roiled at the thought of this food anywhere near my lips, even while my hunger lashed out, demanding to be fed.

Look at all those calories. You were doing so good. Don't let them touch your lips. Don't let them turn you fat! My thoughts were wild with the fear of food and self-deprecating. I didn't know how I would get out of this mess. But my thoughts were stifled by the appearance of the waitress.

"Drinks?" She snapped gum behind her red lips. "What drinks can I get for ya?"

"Water!" I blurted out, dropping the sticky menu. "I just want a water."

The other guys got soda. It hurt them to witness their mate in such turmoil and distress. A different distress than that which occurred on the Boardwalk. They could protect their mate from unwelcome advances - but they couldn't protect their mate from their own mind.

My enemy wasn't a tangible thing. It was a thought. A thought that bled into my actions. Telling me that the food was terrible. David attempted to push his abilities onto me, but it wouldn't work due to the intense fear flooding my body. Their abilities were dampened when it came to mates, but it was startling for it not to work.

Dwayne reached across the table with his massive hand. He grasped my left hand within his, providing comfort. I was seconds away from devolving into a full-blown panic attack at the thought of eating. Especially once I had seen the menu and mentally calculated the calories of each item.

"Look at me," Dwayne commanded, his voice as smooth and rich as velvet. Something about his tone had me turning and looking into Dwayne's honey-brown eyes. "Why are you panicking right now, princess?"

"Don't want -" I gasped, throat closing as I shook my head. I couldn't - wouldn't - articulate why I was spiraling in the middle of a diner. Especially not in front of guys that I hadn't known for a long time. Regardless of the safety they enveloped me in, nor the familiarity of their touch. Even my closest friends in Phoenix had no idea about how bad I was getting until I was put into the inpatient program.

"Food?" Paul asked, voice soft and serious. I looked at the wild-maned blonde man to see his mischievous look replaced by concern. I nodded, feeling Markos' hand rubbing circles into my back as a form of comfort.

"Let's look at the menu, kitten," David suggested, but I shook my head, eyes widening. The waitress came over with the drinks, still snapping gum.

"You want to order yet?" She demanded, tone sounding bored.

"No," Marko's cherubic face darkened as he bared his teeth at the waitress. She stepped back, feeling her instincts want to flee at the barely concealed predator beneath the surface.

"Give us a bit more time," Dwayne cooed at the waitress. She nodded, slinking back behind the counter. David's hand came behind my head, smacking Marko sharply. He yelped, but that dark look was gone.

"What about scrambled eggs?" Marko suggested, looking through his menu as I staunchly refused to open mine. "Dry toast?"

I stared at Marko for a moment, dumbfounded. These four men were more understanding than my own father. They were taking the time to find items on the menu that wouldn't send me into a complete meltdown. My father had pushed me to eat things on the menu that he knew I wouldn't eat, but these four seamlessly work together. Marko knew not to push, Dwayne wanted to discover why my meltdown, Paul guessed the issue, and David was the rock.

My heart ached as I realized I wouldn't be pushed into eating. Or at least pushed into ordering something that I would never eat. My body relaxed, and my breathing slowed as I registered the situation around me.

"Oh," I whispered, emotionally drained from that panic attack. I mentally calculated the amount of calories in the suggested meal. After a quick and estimated deduction, I decided it was the safest option. I nodded, telling Marko that would be fine.

Paul snapped his fingers for the waitress. When she finally came over, the guys acted like she didn't exist. David ordered a cheeseburger and then placed my straightforward order. I smiled, happy that he had taken charge of the order. That would have made me self-conscious. The other three guys all ordered - Marko chose Belgian waffles. Paul got an American Breakfast with blueberry pancakes and a chocolate milkshake. Dwayne chose the Turkey Club.

Listening to their orders made me realize how much those meals embodied the four men. Marko was sweet - cherubic and mischievous. But he had a dark side. Paul was both sweet and manly but liked to be childish and goofy. Dwayne was such a classical guy - turkey club on rye. And then David was the typical male specimen ordering a cheeseburger. The waitress huffed, marching to the kitchens for the food.

"Do you think," I cut myself off mid-sentence, twiddling my thumbs.

"Think what, love?" Paul asked, encouraging me to speak. All four men loved the cadence of their mate's voices and hoped to motivate me to speak more often. I was already talking more than I had before moving to Santa Carla.

"Think she'll spit in the food?" I worried. The table erupted into amused laughter at my innocent question. I just blinked at them. It was a legitimate question. She really hated the five of us at this table. For what reason, I'm sure it had to do with the four guys.

“Nah, mia cara,” Marko winked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. His hand played with a lock of auburn hair hanging by my collarbone. “She wouldn’t dare.”

“But she seems to hate you all?” I questioned, sounding small as I asked that question. I wondered if they would think that I was jealous of that waitress.

In that moment I caught a glimpse of why others seemed afraid of the group. There was something predatory, glinting in their eyes. My heart started to beat a little faster, a natural human response, but I wasn’t scared of them. They had been nothing but gentle with me. I could understand that these four men were rough around the edges - the punks of the Boardwalk - but they were total sweethearts while I was their focus. I can’t deny that their protectiveness made me feel loved, cherished.

I listened while Paul went on a tangent about how the waitress thought she had a chance with David. A pang of something, jealousy no doubt, erupted in my heart, but I realized that she never had a chance with David. Therefore, I had nothing to be jealous about. David and the other three were pouring their attention into me, not other girls. Once Paul had finished his story, they started talking amongst themselves.

I was content to just listen to their conversation about nothing. Feeling bold, I leaned against Marko’s side, soaking up his warmth. I looked up, seeing his golden locks, curling in the light. I was fascinated with Marko’s hair because my own hair wouldn’t hold a curl. It would take an entire bottle of Aquanet and mousse to keep my hair curly. Then I would be a hazard the second anyone lit a cigarette, spontaneously combusting due to the chemicals sprayed on my hair.

I reached up and grasped a lock of his curly hair. I moved it every which way, entranced by the way it appeared to be liquid gold under the light. It was truly mesmerizing with the shimmer running through the curls. Marko’s hair was long, almost to his midback. The length of Marko’s hair rivaled my own auburn hair.

I could feel the coils in his hair where a natural curl would begin when I held the strands straight. It was so foreign to realize that this was all natural. He didn’t curl it or perm it. I imagined that the back was brushed regularly since the curls were lighter in his longer hair. Directly on top of Marko’s head the curls were dense and tightly wound. Marko had felt my ministrations, starting to lightly purr at the feeling of my fingers in his hair. It wasn’t audible to my human ears, but the other three supernatural creatures could hear their brother purring for their human mate.

“Orders!” The waitress said brusquely. I let my fingers slip from Marko’s hair, missing the pout on his face at the loss of feeling. The waitress plopped the plates of our food down, almost throwing them in her haste to retreat. The four guys began to dig into their food, but I just stared down at the stuff on my own plate.

Slowly I unrolled the silverware. Then I began to cut the eggs into tiny pieces, before abandoning the idea of eating any of them as the grease shone under the light. I picked at the dry toast, putting mere crumbs into my mouth. The guys surreptitiously watched my habits, studying the way their mate ate.

They noticed how I spent more time playing with my food. How I could make it appear as if I were actually eating more food than went into my mouth. They smirked, enjoying the manipulation tactics employed by their mate. They could only imagine how their mate’s manipulation tactics would aid in her undead life. But this display only made them concerned, since the four men realized that they might lose their human to this mental disease.

“You want some strawberries, kitten?” David decided to try to cajole me into eating some more food. He slid the bowl of cut strawberries towards me. I nodded, feeling that strawberries were safe. I chewed each slice slowly and thoroughly, washing it down with a gulp of water. By the time that I was finished with my meal, I had probably eaten about half a slice of toast and half of the strawberries.

When Paul got up to pay the bill, I asked if he could grab a cup of coffee, black, to-go. He nodded with a wink, before disappearing towards the counter where the waitress sighed. About five minutes later, Paul returned, holding a to-go cup of coffee in his hand.

“Ready?” David drawled, in no rush to leave. He was eyeing the mostly full plate of food that was left in my wake. I nodded, smiling brightly as I took the cup of coffee from Paul.

Chapter Seventeen

#the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #david x reader #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys x emerson sister #fanfiction #dwayne x reader #david tlb #emerson sister #the lost boys david #tw eating issues #tw disordered eating #tw restrictive ed

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todaysdocument · 1 year

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An Engineer of Company F, Second Battalion, Fourth Marines removes a grenade from a trap during Operation Kentucky in Vietnam, on February 8, 1968.

Record Group 127: Records of the U.S. Marine Corps

Series: Black and White Photographs of Marine Corps Activities in Vietnam

File Unit: Divider/Subject - 186 - Demolition Disposal SEE ALSO "Mine Warfare School"

Image description: Someone is reaching out to grip a booby trap with three fingers. The trap looks like a grenade inside a wire-wrapped can. There is no protective gear on the person’s hand or arm. (The photo is very zoomed in so we can’t see the rest of the person, but other photos in the series show the whole man, who is just wearing a regular uniform with the sleeves rolled up.)

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35mm Negative

BLT 6668 2/4

3rdMarDiv

Vietnam

8Feb68 Photog: Cpl L.P.Brown

NERVES OF STEEL--An Engineer of Co. "F", Second Battalion, Fourth Marines removes a grenade from a Communist trap. The men of "F" Co. found the hand grenade during a search and destroy mission while on Operation Kentucky east of the demilitarized zone.

DEFENSE DEPT. PHOTO (MARINE CORPS)

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127 GVB-186

#archivesgov #February 8 #1968 #1960s #Vietnam #Vietnam War #U.S. Marine Corps #USMC #military #Second Battalion Fourth Marines #Magnificent Bastards

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 months

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Can I please ask for a yandere Carla with kianna komori

Like in this scenario after killing off the sakamaki brothers she stepped out of the house to watch the House burn and he ended up meeting her

(After stalking her and planning how to kidnap her those plans were thrown out the window after she killed the sakamaki brothers)

Also can this be smut

Also the rest is up to you

Endless night

Carla x oc

warning : smutish, character x oc, kissing, mentioning of murder and fire, minors wounds, tiny comfort

Info : So here it is dear @nunezs-stuff hope you like it and it was really, really fun to write Carla (one of my fav) so yeah have fun reading ;)

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She was different from her relatives. The exterior was as different as summer from winter. Where there was blonde, the brown was as dark as the tree trunks that spread out around the villa.

Where there was pink, there was gold. Where there was shyness and friendliness, her other half was loudness and opinion behind a face that was like a blank page.

Where there was pink, she was dark, and yet they both shared a love of ruffles, of colors you could bake with. They were both each other's coin, one side complementing the other.

Something the heir to the throne of the other world had observed from the very beginning. Ever since her sister, the "Eva", had joined the three cousins he and his own brother had been watching for hundreds of years. He had watched how the brothers had fought against their own mother and uncle.

Cordelia his cousin had taken it too far in her delusional love and brutal nature she had only brought about the demise of this bride that would send her to her grave forever and ensure her death. Her lover Richter disappeared and history continued its course when she hit the painting. His Kianna.

Even though he knew he and his brother were steadfast, this girl was worth that special something more than any bride, any eva, anything he had ever seen.

For the first time he felt something like a spark of blood inside him, the attraction to her was inevitable and this reaction inside him made him think of his cousins for a moment.

,,Maybe the blood flows crazier in our family after all... it won't be the end of time that eats me away, it will be love," he mumbled as he looked at the picture in his hand in his room, a photograph he had just caught in a careless moment.

But this photo was all he held on to and would continue to hold on to. Until one day he would lay his golden eyes on the inferno, the inferno he had watched with a joyful madness in his eyes. His favorite, his work of art had actually made it, she had escaped from his first cousins.

Had burned them all and was now wandering through the forest. It was the time to strike, a time he chose. She watched as the moon slowly began to turn red in the sky, the red matching the flames and the blt behind her.

But it didn't matter, she had killed them and had to get away from this place, anywhere they weren't true. Away from a world of suffering and pain not knowing that in her shadow the devil with white hair was following her.

She didn't know how she found herself in a new place after an indefinite period of time. The fog of time was too thick and impenetrable for her to remember exactly. Except that she remembered how it had started when he had kissed her.

He wasn't cold like the other monsters, he saw exactly how behind her veiled eyes, through the dull hurt of the smoke, she clung to him. ,,I knew you would love me," he had whispered to her, laying their bodies on the soft, large canopy bed. Those golden eyes so like hers as he looked at her.

She was afraid, but of what? She didn't know, but what Kianna did know was that if she lost the love she was getting, she would be facing something worse than just this time and world. Inside her she sensed that there were others like the six who, unlike him, wanted to harm this monster with the golden eyes.

It was only right that she clung to him as his fingers slowly opened the blouse on her body, touching her cold skin through the night and sending goose bumps down her spine. ,,Everything will get better...just let me help you," she had heard his voice before she felt him for the first time.

The long white hair on her skin lightly fisted as he leaned in and kissed her gently and invitingly, not roughly and overwhelmingly like Shu.

It was possessive in its way, but the heir to the throne was different from the six. He was desirable to her and they both adored him.

As he took off her clothes, his lips kissed her irritated skin through the fire and the night. His power was pleasantly tickling, but also soothing and arousing. His cool fingers glided over the exposed skin, his sweet words.

The praise reached her ears for the first time after only anger and hatred from the others. ,,Never leave me" she heard the words nodded and nodded she would stay with him it was better with him than anywhere else.

She felt his body, his fingers on her, his arms supporting her, his chest warm, even if there was no heartbeat, whether from his illness or from the love he felt for her.

That no matter if his brother heard her, Carla knew that on this night when the moon shone red, he made her his.

His pointed canines ran gently over the soft skin of her thigh, leaving kisses and light bites. She knew what he wanted and he would give everything for his Kianna. Because this night, the blood of the moon, this night of their love would never end.

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#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers shu #shu sakamaki #shu sakamaki x oc #character x oc #oc

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funkanatomy · 2 years

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Always love to find yummy food haunts which become staples whenever I visit Goa - this time a Mexican inspired food truck cemented itself in our MUST EAT WHEN IN GOA list. 'Anojito's' has been around for 6 years now and can be found opposite 'vasant vihar' (LOL) in Miramar - it's easily located on Google maps and i have to say, they were SUPER DUPER kind And coordinated an order pick up when we knew we were going to reach at 10pm (when they shut) in our defence we were heading there STRAIGHT from the airport... The first time we went there, we opted for take away and there was NO chance of any photographs - the burgers were so good we INHALED it once we were home. OBVIOUSLY i HAD TO go back and get some decent pictures to share with the world. What we ordered and i also recommend - The tres amigos burger The BLT Beef tacos In the picture. : The B F.B. AKA the messy burger - bacon, beef chilly, double tenderloin patty and a frankurter to boot! #getinmymouth 10/10 would highly recommend. (Swipe for a close up) #burgers #mexican #goa #foodtruck (at António at 31) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChAD82ooDrt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#getinmymouth #burgers #mexican #goa #foodtruck

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eltristan · 6 days

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Southern Pacific SD40R 7342 Los Angeles CA 1-11-1981 by Cody White Via Flickr: Here's a shot of Southern Pacific SD40R 7342 at Taylor Yard in Los Angeles January 1981. This is an interesting variation of the SP paint scheme that needs a lot of explaining. The 7342 was built in April 1966 as SP 8470 and was rebuilt in the SP M-99(GRIP II) program at Sacramento in December 1980. The 8470 emerged as SD40R 7342 in the paint scheme seen above. The paint scheme was a variation of SP's famous "Daylight" orange and red scheme. Both sides of the 7342 were different in paint separation lines and lettering color. The engineer side had gray near the top of the hood and on top of the cab. The other side was entirely orange and the separation between the gray and orange was on top of the hood, unseen from the ground. Management didn't like this and it was quickly repainted with the gray on the fireman side as well. The lettering was white on the engineer side while the fireman side was red. The nose wings had feathers on the engineers side and solid on the fireman side. In November 1981, an SD45 was rebuilt(SP 8837, BLT 9/66) and emerged as SD44R 7399 in another variation of Daylight orange and red. This unit had a solid red nose, white lettering on both sides in a single line(not stacked like the 7342) and the sides of the long hood were predominately red instead of orange. The 7342 was repainted to match the 7399 in November 1981 but the lettering remained stacked, although both sides were now white. Both units were eventually repainted into other schemes. The 7342 was repainted into standard SP gray and red in 1989 while the 7399 went into the Kodachrome scheme, then to the standard SP scheme. The 7342 was retired by the UP in July 1997 and was not assigned a UP number. Los Angeles, CA January 11, 1981. Unknown Photographer Duplicate Slide from my Collection.

#Southern #Pacific #SD40R #7342 #Los #Angeles #CA #January #1981 #SP #Daylight #Painted #EMD #Rebuild #Taylor #Yard #Vintage #flickr

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pearliesterns · 1 year

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Along The Placer River by Dave Blaze Rail Photography Just another simple shot from a summer day over a decade ago. Conductor Lynn "Animal" Reitz is riding the steps as the northbound Alaska Glacier Discovery (train 225W) slows to stop beside the Placer River to pick up rafters who had been dropped off earlier on the train's southbound trip. While some riders elected to stay on board to take the trip around the loops to the top of the pass at Grandview and back, many others disembarked for a spectacular float in Spencer Lake amidst the small icebergs followed by a six mile float down river to this point here in the Chugach National Forest. This spot at about MP 58.4 is rarely photographed since it is about 4.5 miles from the nearest road and is only accessible by train or river (or snow machine in winter). Leading the little train is ARR cab control/power car P32 (former AMTK F40PH #268 originally blt. Dec. 1977) which was acquired and rebuilt by NRE in Mount Vernon, IL in 2003 along with sister P31 and equipped with an 800KW cummins HEP engine. South of Portage, Alaska Saturday June 30, 2012 https://flic.kr/p/2opX894

#IFTTT #Flickr

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musicmanstuff · 2 years

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❤️💔 🌼🌸❀✿🌷

On the day he proposed, they had their favorite go-to lunch – a picnic of BLT sandwiches – at Callaway Gardens. He told her he really wanted to see the chapel there and it was beneath the stained-glass windows that he got down on one knee, with a photographer hidden to capture the moment...

By Carol Robinson | [email protected]

https://www.al.com/news/2022/06/alabama-man-convicted-of-putting-flowers-on-fiancees-grave-after-father-told-him-to-stop.html https://www.al.com/staff/thisiscarol/posts.html

https://twitter.com/RobinsonCarol/status/1535333015425101830

https://twitter.com/RobinsonCarol

#Life #Love #Legacy

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