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shinomama · 1 year
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《今日も今日とて》 朝のうちはお仕事してました。 ジョッシーのイベントの時に仕入れたイベント情報をもって 小野市の #うるおい交流館エクラ さんでのマルシェを知り予定に組み込んでおりました。 そんな道中 おみせをでて ソッコー つぶやいてたら 岬ちゃんが拾って読んでくれはりました🙌 よかったら音声お楽しみください。 そこから小野に向かい 予定通り ゆかちゃん @colorful_happy_life_yuka や恭子姉 @ryuen.kyoko に合流できて ご縁を繋いでもらって楽しく過ごしました🎶 私のここの目的は ライブ… #RISTONE さんや こわれかけハウスさん #KWKHOUSE @kwk_house さんやメインの#ステテコ隊 さん @yamaishipictures ✨✨✨ ライブってええなぁって改めて思えた時間でした😊 帰り際に #お墓の山石 の社長にハグ求められて 免疫なく ひゃ〜ってなった私をお許しくださいませ🤔 その後は #イノクチサブスク 仲間のお友達 のご主人が作ってはる #青パパイヤ を求めて西区へ。 さっそく 絵海さん @emiinfkym オススメのピクルス仕込んで 明日使えるように下ごしらえの千切りアク抜き。 知らん食材を扱う時ってめっさむっさもっさ(一昨日のプレゼンター…🤔 #kmp )ワクワクです。 #姿勢調整師すがのしの #姿勢科学士すがのしの #徒手療法師すがのしの  #腰痛 #肩こり #頭痛 #生理痛 #猫背 #側弯 #未来の医療費削減策 #姿勢講座講演承ります #イベント出店も承ります #まだ見ぬ人に手を届かせるために https://www.instagram.com/p/ClbY75lJ1XT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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deletingmyself · 7 months
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(by Caleb Riston)| Alaska, US
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casterlypriderock · 3 months
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house of the dragon tags are practically unsearchable when you’re at best emotionally indifferent to a/licent h/ightower
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Riston Printmaking
Photopolymer printmaking is printing from photosensitive plates that have been exposed to UV light and developed using tap water, no chemicals are required. The process is clean, easy and safe.
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tears-of-boredom · 2 months
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meitsi ei tarvi, nuudelipäätä, yhtään mihinkään
nelli tuli ja nelli meni, ei haittaa pätkääkään
risto, tuli ja risto, meni oli koko ajan kamala, meteli
riston rummut rapussa pärisi, ja meidän koko talo tärisi
meitsi pyöränsä kiinni saa, ei tarvi nellin kanssa tallustaa
yksin meitsi haluu vaeltaa, mä en tarvi perässä kulkijaa
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blake-ritson-love · 2 months
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Does Riston himself have any actual social media or means of being contacted by the public?
Not really. His only social media is his X account is @blakeritson (he only Tweets a picture whenever there's a premiere day for his screen roles).
You can also send fanmail to his agency, read the instructions on how here.
To my knowledge he doesn't reply to mail, but I know he appreciates fanart and stuff like that a lot.
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mosertone · 1 year
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Jan Sgawski
Old apartment block, Vietnam Double exposure on dry film Riston PM250 19x30cm
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adamsvanrhijn · 6 months
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I'm sending this out there maybe someone knows but how tall is Oscar (Blake Riston)? Cause I'm seeing conflicting heights online. One site said he is 6 feet tall and that feels inaccurate unless everyone on TGA is very tall. Like I feel that he is 5'8 / 5'9.
The most specific I have seen was 5'9 3/4". which feels like the kind of height you would share if you knew you couldn't get away with lying that you were 5'10" on your entertainment industry resume...
But also everyone on TGA is in fact very tall or on the taller side. Claybourne Elder is 6'2", Morgan Spector is 6'1", Christine Baranski is like 5'9"ish as is Louisa Jacobson, Nicole Brydon Bloom is 5'6"... & all the women wear heels.
In many S1 frames where Oscar is wearing shoes he has visible shoe lifts. So.
@blake-ritson-love Any megafan Blake Ritson height knowledge? 👀
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eevylynn · 9 months
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Leaving Neverland
Ask me about my WIPs
Idk why I wasn't expecting so many Swanfire stories considering I haven't posted any since 2015, but here we are!
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Leaving Neverland was one that I surprisingly don't have anything of in my Google Docs, so I don't really remember where I was going with it.
I did find some notes in one of my writing notebooks with different ideas of technology to explore that changed between when Bae was there with Wendy versus in the 90s. I also have notes on research on the Edwardian tech in terms of pens, running water, electricity, tvs, sliced bread, and music.
There's also lists of the differences and similarities between Neal's personality as well as young Bae from the Enchanted Forest, so that I could see what mix I think he would have been when he first arrived in the 90s.
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After rereading the same paragraph three times, Emma figured she wasn't going to be getting any more homework done tonight until after all the little ones were in bed. As it was, her current foster mom and her four smaller foster siblings seemed to be having a rather heated disagreement on what exactly you needed to clean in a bath before you were considered "clean". Sighing, Emma looked around the cozy living room. The only other teenaged foster kid in the house, Geoffery, was sitting on the other end of couch, dressed in his usual head to toe in black, lost in whatever screaming was coming from his headphones. Figuring he wouldn't help relieve her boredom, Emma put her book back in her backpack and stood up.
"I'm going to go for a walk," she announced, catching her foster father's eye.
He nodded and replied, "Just don't be back too late, and don't wake anyone when you get in." He then turned his attention back to the game on TV.
Closing the front door, Emma breathed in deeply in relief of the nighttime silence. She glanced around a bit before walking down the porch stairs and went right upon reaching the side walk.
Her latest foster family wasn't the worst she's had in her 15 years of being in the system. Mr. and Mrs. Riston were nice enough. They seemed to at least care about the well being of the kids that lived there rather their paycheck unlike most families she's been sent to. She also likes that she's allowed a certain level of freedom over there that group homes don't allow. All in all, she was reasonably satisfied with them.
What she wasn't quite satisfied with was the small town the Ristons lived in. It's one of those everyone knows everyone. The only real hang out place Emma saw was a coffee and sandwich shop that doubled as the local movie theater. Heck, there were only a handful of traffic lights in the entirety of the city. As a city girl, the town really left something to be desired in Emma.
Crossing a street, Emma realized that she was right around the corner from an old abandoned house she had seen when her social worker first drove her into town. Hitching her bag up her shoulder, she decided to go check it out. She tried not to make herself look too obvious as she neared the old house.
The sprawling three story Victorian home had definitely seen better days. Its faded robin's egg blue paint was chipping from the sides. The wrought iron fence that encased the grounds was over grown with weeds and bushes. The extensive garden was obviously very elaborate at one point but was now creeping unkempt across the uncut lawn.
Emma glanced around as she crept closer. Seeing no one, she slunk over to the gate.
Thankfully, vines hadn't grown over it in such a way that it wouldn't open. She opened it just wide enough for her to slip through before quickly and quietly shutting it. Turning away from the gate, Emma eyed the creepy old house. Several of the windows were boarded up, and the door had a massive padlock locking it shut. Emma managed a few steps before she stumbled over something hidden in the shadows of the overgrown weeds. The echoing noise whatever it was made as it hit the fence caused Emma to duck into the shadows. Cautiously looking around, it didn't seem as though the noise disturbed anyone, so she carefully continued towards the house.
She made her way around to the side where an unboarded window stood just above her reach. She looked behind her for something that would give her the height she needed. Spotting an old stone bench, she congratulated herself for working out as she quickly drug the heavy bench to the edge of the house. Climbing on it, she looked through the glass. However, between the darkness of the night and the dirt caking the window, she couldn't see much inside.
Reaching into her backpack, she dug out a flashlight. Taking another cautious glance around, she turned on the flashlight and placed it right up against the glass, so it would light up the inside of the house instead of the glass. Inside she saw faded peeling wallpaper and old winged armchairs with stuffing pouring out.
Putting her flashlight between her teeth, Emma made quick work of prying open the window before pulling herself up and through it. Holding her flashlight in her hand again, she looked around what appeared to be an old sitting room. Greying cushions sat on the frame of an old settee in the corner. The old, faded Persian rug in the middle of the floor was fraying at the ends, and there seemed to be a hole in the ceiling that led to the floor above.
She was heading to the archway leading to the foyer when the light of her flashlight caught what appeared to be an old trunk in the room opposite. Thinking it might have something valuable inside, she walked towards it.
"Impressive."
The sudden male voice startled Emma who let out a small scream as she turned around to see a hooded boy with his hands in his pockets and a smug smile on his face.
"But you could have just used the back door."
(continue reading on AO3)
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psalacanthea · 2 years
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WiP Wednesday
From the Howe x Cousland fic!  The calm before the stupid idiot mistake storm.  It is kind of late in the day but I will still tag @kirkwalls-dumbest and @oxygenforthewicked in case ur still interested in posting something
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“Have you considered sending him to the Chantry?  It’s a good future for a clever boy.”
Huldie gave him a hard, cold look.  “Don’t tell me you’re worried about your precious noble blood now, Nathaniel?  Your family doesn’t hold Amaranthine, and your Howe name’s less than gutter muck, I don’t think you’ve got any business-”
“That isn’t it,” he said hastily, lifting both hands.  “I am a Warden now.  I just worry…about Riston.”
She gave a sarcastic ‘hmph’.  “Folk like you have spent centuries dumping their bastards into the Chantry.”
“That isn’t what it is,” Nathaniel said, trying not to feel frustrated.  He understood her reticence, but he had so little family left that he couldn’t find it in himself to give up on the boy.  “As I said, I’ve joined the Wardens.  I can’t promise I’ll have much money to help from here on in.  In the Chantry he’d have a good, stable future.”
“And no children,” Huldie said bluntly, pouring two cups of tea.  She passed one on its saucer to him, and he quietly offered thanks.  She gave him a disdainful look at his graciousness.  “The Howes don’t hold Amaranthine anymore, so I figured he’d be free of that nonsense.  Free to live his own life.  Never know what cursed blood he sprang from.”
“Anyone who looks at him can tell what blood runs through his veins,” Nathaniel said bluntly.  It didn’t matter if it irritated her, as long as she listened.
“The only thing I ever promised was to stay away from Thomas,”  Huldie said, settling into her chair, face stern.  “And he’s dead.  Not that I’d ever want to see that foul bastard again.”
Well.  It was time to be blunt, then.  “Huldie, Lady Phoebe Cousland is the new Arl of Amaranthine.”
There was a clatter as Huldie released her cup, scalding tea spilling over her fingers.  She cursed, waving off his half-rise as she moved to get a rag from near the fire, drying her hand and skirt with fretful movements.  Her face was tense.  “I thought it were the Hero of Ferelden…that’s what they told us.”
“Phoebe is the Hero of Ferelden.”
She glanced back at him, blue eyes worried, but still full of challenge.  “So you came here to warn me, then?”
As much as it chafed him to admit...
“She isn’t the type to harm your son.”
“Even if my son’s the only viable Howe heir, bastard or no?  Even if I fell pregnant when she was betrothed to his father?  Even if your father murdered her bloody family and children in their beds?  She’ll take pity on my son?  I’m not so much of a fool, I know how you people are.”  Huldie scoffed, throwing the rag down.  
The accusations stung, but he kept his face blank.  He still wasn’t ready to think about everything Delilah had told him.  As for Phoebe, as much as he despised what she’d done, Nathaniel couldn’t lie.  “Commander Cousland would be more likely to make the same suggestion I just have.”
“I refuse.  If that’s all you’ve got, you might as well leave,”  Huldie said bluntly.
“Phoebe won’t harm the boy,” Nathaniel said, wondering why exactly he was defending her.  “Even if she knew he was Thomas’.”
“Your family owes me.”  Her voice was clipped, expression guarded now.  
“I know that we do.”
“Then you’ll make sure that Lady Cousland never knows my Riston is her dead fiancee’s son, won’t you, Nathaniel?”
Her fear was reasonable, and so was her request.  It would be perfectly sensible for her to think Phoebe would be rid of any sign of the Howe bloodline, and for her to not trust Nathaniel’s say-so.  She only wanted her son to be safe.
And the nobility had treated Huldie very poorly.
“Phoebe will never know that Riston is Thomas’ son, I swear to you.”
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shinomama · 2 years
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2022.5.6 #姿勢調整 のお店 #姿勢専科KCSセンター明石中央 のお店でちょびっと業務をこなして 明石公園で開催されていた #ロハスミーツ明石公園2nd 内でのKiss-FM KOBEの公開生放送「Viva la radioロハスミーツ Special Edition」に途中参戦まいりました。 しゅくちゃん いてる〜🙌 ターザンさんもいてる〜🙌 キスナーのみんないてる〜🙌 わちゃわちゃ楽しい〜🎶 突然煮卵渡される🤔 煮卵持った常連キスナーで最前列を陣取る😂 #煮卵所長 がっくんがステージに上がる。 湘南乃風さんのライブでタオルを回すがごとく煮卵回す。 がっくん:なんで煮卵回してんだよ! キスナーさんの1人:ケーキ屋さんが作ってくれた🌟 がっくん: ケーキ屋さんならケーキ屋作れや! 😂😂😂 そんなやり取りから始まる2部からの参加でした。 私の自撮りに気づいてピースサイン✌️のしゅくちゃん🌟サイコーかよ😍 どこがオンエアに乗ってるのかわからんままにしゅくちゃんとがっくんと会話しながら ロハスミーツの主催者さんや出店者さんをゲストに番組が進んでいきました。 その中でもその日は #RISTONE さんのデビュー日でもあり新曲「 #魔法のことば 」の発売日でお披露目もありました。 RISTONE さんは #純喫茶山石 のマスターとKWK HOUSE(壊れかけハウス)の#RICEさんのユニットなんですけどね💡 すごくいい曲です。 よかったらCDをお手に取って聴いてみてください✨ #KOBerries の #森島みなみ ちゃんも見つけました。かわいい子でした♡ 私は難波女子が好きで KOBerriesをあんまり知らんのですが 何となくこの子はKOBerriesをがんばってひっぱってるんやろなぁと感じました✨ それを感じたんで応援していこうと思います😊 お付きをされてたえりこさんと3人で記念撮影📸 超雨女と言われていたしゅくちゃんの呼び名が変わりそうなくらいのいいお天気に恵まれて暑いくらいでした☀️ またこんな公開生放送に参加できますように😊 #KissFMKOBE  #Vivalaradio  #珠久美穂子 さん #ターザン山下 さん #近藤岳登 さん #山石ピクチャーズ さん #KWKHOUSE さん #しゅく米 買えた🌾 #公開生放送 📻 #王塚台のケーキ屋さん こと #フェアリーテール さん #姿勢科学士すがのしの  #徒手療法師すがのしの  #姿勢講座講演承ります  #まだ見ぬ人に手を届かせるために   https://www.instagram.com/p/CdW74AQJowC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ivampwrites · 2 months
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Shak aur fikar din raat jaisi hoti hai, fikar ho to riston me ujale kar dete hai, shak ho to andhera saa jati hai
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popular-baby-names · 2 months
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Riston
The name Riston is a baby boy name. The name Riston comes from the English origin. The meaning of the name Riston is: From the brushwood farm. Information: Name: RistonName meaning: From the brushwood farmGender: Male / Masculine / Boy / BoysOrigin of name: English
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isabelleneville · 5 months
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Love seeing Jamie Parker in the new episodes of The Crown, also Blake Riston and Eve Best!!!.
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hargo-news · 5 months
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2 Warganya Tewas Tertimpa Pohon, Kades Kalimas Sampaikan Duka Cita Mendalam
2 Warganya Tewas Tertimpa Pohon, Kades Kalimas Sampaikan Duka Cita Mendalam #DukaCita #KepalaDesa #DesaKalimas #KabupatenPohuwato #PETI #PertambanganEmasTanpaIzin #KorbanTewas
Hargo.co.id, GORONTALO – Kamalangan yang dialami Kasman Due dan Yonson Hasan warga Desa Kalimas, Kecamatan Taluditi, Kabupaten Pohuwato, mengundang keprihatinan banyak pihak. Salah satunya, Kepala Desa Kalimas, Riston Hamim. Ayah Riston (sapaan akrab), menyampaikan duka cita mendalam dan turut belasungkawa kepada keluarga korban yang tewas tertimpa pohon tumbang di lokasi pertambangan Desa…
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geeksleather · 10 months
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