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lotusinjadewell · 7 months
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Việt Phủ Thành Chương, Hanoi, Vietnam. Credit to Hoang Anh.
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cowboyjen68 · 2 months
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Stopped by this restored gas station in small town Iowa. Met the owner Dave and learned some local and Texaco history.
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Gateway Bronco LUXE-GT, 2023. A restomod 1970s Ford Bronco that has been bought up to date using a Ford 5.0 Coyote V8 with a 10-speed automatic gearbox and two-stage shift-on-the-fly all-wheel drive system. The body has been reinforced with a new ladder chassis, there's also anti-lock brakes, electronic stability and traction control. The Gateway Bronco has been developed in Australia with 2 years of testing behind it and will be built at the rate of 25 cars per year. Gateway Bronco has bCeen operating for 7 years and claims to be the highest-quality builder of vintage Broncos, having earned an official license from the Ford Motor Company
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heladodecerezq · 6 months
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Scharfrichter
Dark PLATONIC Hannigram (Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham NBC) x Reader
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Author’s Note: N/A
Type: Restored
Description: After getting mixed up in the wrong group at school, you come home a bloody disgrace, hoping to high heaven that you will have time to clean up the mess you've gotten yourself into before your fathers find out.
Word Count: 721
Warnings: Dark content!, moderate to severe descriptions of blood, injuries, and violence, unhealthy relationship, implied captivity, manipulation, medical care,
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Your bike was gone, stolen in the scuffle, most likely never to be seen again. Even if it hadn’t been nabbed, your lack of coordination and the vicious swelling of your face would have made riding it impossible. Staggering inside your fathers’ house, every platitude was lost. Not bothering to take your shoes off at the door or hang your jacket on its proper hook, you limped to the bathroom, balancing yourself against the sink. 
Taking a few lengthy breaths, you peeled off your clothing, feeling the hardened stickiness of the sweat and blood break with your movements. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you could see your brutalized body, the toughened, discolored marks where bare fists struck bare flesh. 
Someone, in the throes of chaos unsheathed a knife, using its jagged edges to tear at your skin. Had you been less swift or the blade properly treated, perhaps it could have been a more fatal encounter. 
Leaving your filthy clothing on the tile floor, you stepped into the shower and turned on the faucet. When the water in the tub ran clean, you wrapped yourself in a dark towel, gathering the evidence in hand to bring with you.  
“Come here.”
Upon opening the door to your room, you could see both of them waiting by your desk, reddened rags in hand. 
“You bled out through the living room.” Will explained, noticing your confused expression. 
His face stiff with rage, Hannibal took a step forward, handing you a fresh set of clothes. 
“Get dressed.” He said flatly. “There is much to do.”
The cuts were treated first, split into wide smiles, still dripping until Hannibal pulled the flesh and skin together, sealing them shut with taut stitches. Will provided his own care, applying cold compresses to the worst of your bruising. With every flinch, one of your fathers would pause, checking in briefly before continuing. 
Your father sighed, slipping off his latex gloves. “And that’s the last one, child mine.” 
“How do you feel?” Will asked, cupping your cheek with a calloused hand. 
“Like shit.”
When you tried to lay down, your father held you in place, his blue eyes still kind in spite of his harsh hold. 
“You’re not going to bed. Not yet.” Hannibal took his place aside his husband, boxing you in on your own bed. “Not until you tell us who is responsible for…all this.”
To give the names of your assailants was to sentence each one of them to an untimely and gruesome death. You were more than old enough to know the voracious nature of your fathers’ bloodlust. Hannibal alone would eviscerate someone for so much as using the wrong tone with him in an otherwise polite conversation. Retribution for the beating of their own child would surely carry a monumental price. 
Licking the inside of your lip, you spoke carefully. “Dad, you don’t need to worry. I was stupid and messed with the wrong group at school.”
“Child,” Hannibal said, his voice low, “we need names if we are to help you.”
“Help me?” You nearly laughed, becoming bold for but a moment.“Help me by turning my classmates into more of your victims?”
As the last word left your mouth you froze. Will’s hand still holding onto your face, started to dig into one of your stitched wounds. You could feel beads of blood blossom and merge together, spilling down the curves of your cheek. 
“Dad, please…” 
Though you tried moving his arm, it stayed rigidly in place. 
Hannibal, taking mercy on you, gripped his husband’s shoulder. “Darling, that’s enough. They have been through more than enough for one day. Besides, there is always tomorrow. Perhaps our beloved child will be more rational then.” 
Reluctantly, Will drew back, standing up to leave.
“Good night.” Hannibal smiled, pulling Will out of your room. 
Once the door closed, you could hear the melancholy sound of the locks dropping into place on the outside. So their plan was to wait you out. Wait until you were desperate for food, water or the privilege of using the bathroom. 
There was no refusing your fathers; both of them could taste a lie on the very air you breathed. 
The names of your assailants weighed heavy in your mouth. 
What an unlucky fate to be made an unwilling executioner.
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legendknit · 6 months
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#SIGNALIS
I tried restore the Ariane And Elster's Original photo. Did it work? idk and hope the original image will out someday
THIS IS FANMADE IMAGE! NOT OFFICIAL! I used official images for restore this so free to download and if you use this for fanart, just credit me<3
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sorryimnotditto · 1 month
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HOLY SHIT! DRAWFEE JUST RAISED OVER 162,000$ FOR PALESTINE CHILDREN'S RELIEF FUND!!!
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sykloni · 1 year
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Ectober 2022
13. Restoted
They are repairing electronics together (secretly Technus enjoys Tucker's company and just wanted to hangout).
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oldfarmhouse · 3 months
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𝗁𝗍𝗍𝗉s://instagram.com/thevictorianfarmhouse
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❄🤍🖤𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥
𝗁𝗍𝗍𝗉s://instagram.com/thevictorianfarmhouse
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cinnamonxbug · 1 month
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THIS ANNOUNCEMENT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME
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proud-spaniard · 4 months
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Motocicleta antigua restaurada
Antique motorbike restored
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drawnale · 1 year
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Day 13 Restored
The trio help cleaning up abonded thombstones.
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the-random-phan · 1 year
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Ectoberhaunt Day 13- Restored
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Flynn design based off of this by @the-stove-is-on-fire :)
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yieldfruit · 1 year
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Alfa Romeo F12, 1973. To be offered at auction, a rare Alfa Romeo van that served as a support vehicle for the Moto Villa motorcycle racing team. It has been comprehensively restored and is presented in Autodelta Racing Livery.
auction listing
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heladodecerezq · 6 months
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Wanted
Dark PLATONIC Hannigram (Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham NBC) x Reader
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Minors, do not interact
Author’s Note: N/A
Type: Restored
Description: You're made every effort to escape your vile captors, and you have done so with near-expertise. And heightening your chances is a prideful mistake made by the two men you have been eluding.
Word Count: 835
Warnings: Light suggestive themes, implied captivity, mild descriptions of wounds/scars,
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“Thank you for using Metro Coach! Hope you have a nice day!” 
The driver of the coach gave you a gleeful smile as you exited the bus, a smile that you could not return in full. No, your anxiety bordered on debilitating and would continue to do so until you entered the city. There you could fade into the metropolitan background and assume a life of your own making. While there was no more family you could speak of to provide aid in your bid for freedom, there were old connections you could try to work out. Perhaps you would have to trade something of significant value, not only for resources but for protection as well. Still, you had a sound body and mind and would find a way. 
Bleary-eyed, you made your way through the public station, finding the right rail line. With your funds running rather low, you were left with no other choice but to hop over the ticketing system. But with a surgical mask covering your distinguishing features, you doubted anyone would bother with your petty crime. 
As the train slid into the station with a raucous alarm, you kept your head low as you boarded, practically collapsing into one of the first open seats as other passengers milled about, intently minding their own business. You wondered what those people did to make ends meet. Even those decked out in finer wear, there was no telling of their struggles. Maybe they practiced what you were already considering in order to afford their respective lifestyles. It would be an undignified life at the start, bending to the will of someone else, but it would be of your own volition and with a certain degree of opportunity that had previously been barred. 
Dwelling on your next move, you could sense something awfully familiar approaching slowly from behind. Without even needing to turn around you could feel the two of them observing you carefully. 
“Do you mind if we sit here?”
Glancing to the side you could see Will Graham flanked by his husband, both looking hauntingly even-tempered. Not waiting for an answer, they sat down across from you.
“We thought we might find you here.” Will said, relaxing into his seat. “Have to admit. Didn’t think you would make it this far.”
Hannibal Lecter’s gaze failed to grant you a moment’s peace; his eyes were trained on you, not looking away even once. 
Will leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, luring your attention away from his husband. 
“Listen. Your father and I have spent hours trying to find you, following your tracks, worrying that something, someone might take you from us–”
“Forgive me,” Hannibal interrupted with an impatient smile, “But I think what Will is trying to say is that it’s time to come home. Now, why don’t we walk off this train together?”
His offer was clear and to the point. Walking off the train now in their charge could lessen the wrath that would befall you behind closed doors. If you passed through those rail doors with Hannibal and Will at your sides, it would close a chapter of your life that had yet to be conceived of. 
But you had played your cards with precision, guarding the sanctity of your mind with disillusionment and a facade that your captors had accepted readily. Without a doubt, they expected you to leave with them hand in hand, which was why they executed their approach in public, in the light of day where anyone could see anything at all. 
“Do you know how hard it was to pry that collar off of my fucking neck?”
Pulling down the collar of your mock-neck shirt, you put your fresh scars on full display; it was a sight Hannibal took visible delight in. His face fell as you let your collar fall back into place. 
“I have spent every waking moment since you brutally disrupted my life, working to get away from you.” Taking in a heavy breath you could feel your courage returning. “If you really expect me to walk away with the both of you, then you are both idiotic and delusional.”
The train jerked forward as it came to a stop. Their faces remained impassive.
“You made a mistake coming after me like this. The both of you.”
Hannibal seemed to lurch in his seat and naturally, you shifted backwards.
“Careful, Hannibal.” You sneered, shouldering your bag. “You forget there’s benefits to moving in daylight. Wouldn’t want everyone seeing you get your hands dirty.”
Not granting them another second of your time, you hurried off the train and onto the platform. You had effectively fended them off for the time being, but Hannibal and Will would not make the same mistake twice. Now that they were fully aware you were not as compliant as initially believed, their tactics would change. 
If you were going to survive another day, you would need to head off your connections in the city and quickly. 
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padawan-historian · 5 months
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Even in the face of colonialism, apartheid, and inhumanity, compassion and love transcends language ❤️‍🩹🐱🇵🇸
Originally from @zainah.mb
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