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askgv · 2 months

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YOUR PROFESSIONAL DESTINATION FOR INTERIOR AND EXTERIOR HOUSE PAINTING IN REDDING CAAt Williamson Painting, we understand the transformative power of a fresh coat of paint. Whether you're looking to revitalize the interior of your home or boost its curb appeal with a stunning exterior makeover, our team of experienced painters is here to bring your

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tenyiitz · 6 days

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Background reminds me of the gay bear flag which checks out, this was unintentional

#tenyiitz #tenyiitz posting art #art #digital art #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanart #red dead redemption 2 fanart #bill williamson #bill williamson rdr2 #bill williamson fanart #fanart #digital painting

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 year

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Al Williamson

#Al Williamson #art #artwork #comics #comic #painting #vintage pulp art #dinosaur #Dinosaurs #vesuvius #volcano #volcanic eruptions

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alliddeart · 8 months

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Cat Bill :3

The milk has catnip in it hehe

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Arthur Morgan

Dutch Van der Linde

Hosea Matthews

John Marston

Charles Smith

Micah Bell

Javier Escuella

Jack Marston

Kieran Duffy

Lenny Summers

Sean MacGuire

Josiah Trelawny

Simon Pearson

Orville Swanson

Uncle

Leopold Strauss

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eirene · 1 year

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Spray, 1939

Harold Sandys Williamson

#summer #nature #sunlight #british art #english art #art #painting #art history #fashion #portrait #Harold Sandys Williamson #1930s #cliffs #sea #waves

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lepreuxchevalier · 2 months

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"Magnus Williamson, Le Dauphin de Viennois et Le Héritier Présomptif du Royaume d'Aquitaine" delivering his final judgement on "Edward Fitzroy, Titular Duke of Huntington" over the controversy of the illegitimate conception with his youngest daughter "Princesse Emily Williamsdottir, La Duchesse de Bourbon" at "La Cour Royale de La Monarchie Aquitainienne et de Maison Williamson" at "Le Palais de Fontainebleau" in Couronne, Aquitaine, best summarized:

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synthecid · 2 years

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Kate Williamson

#art #painting #Kate Williamson

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end-my-plox · 2 years

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In honor of Sickrent returning here’s some little doodles I did of Mark and Simon

I recently started to get into doodling, and what better way to learn than by drawing my favorites? Maybe I’ll post more as I make them!

#sickrent #trainspotting #mark renton #simon williamson #simon having a little bond rant #i had them paint their nails because I'm evil and thought it would be fun and cute >:)

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quo-usque-tandem · 3 months

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Miss Elizabeth Williamson on a Pony by Annie Swynnerton

#art #painting #Miss Elizabeth Williamson on a Pony #Annie Swynnerton #The Tate Museum

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janiemrodriguez · 3 months

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WOW! All Texans have brains and I know for a fact there aren’t too many 5.6 GPA STUDENTS! High School n College Baby! #janiemrodriguez

#janiemrodriguez #tumblr milestone #williamson county tx #painting #plantbased #pastry #5 posts

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5nake-eater · 7 months

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I truly miss when comics had a sense of synergy behind them. I get that it’s hard when you have several books centered around a single character (which are written by different writers no less) to have things that happen in one title be reflected in another, but it should at least feel like the events can happen side by side

#this is about how different the characters feel in Zdarsky Batman vs Ram V Detective Comics #especially Bruce #and then Williamson’s run of Batman and Robin which is trying to paint Bruce as a trying father when he is losing his mind everywhere else #maybe this is just a problem with batman comics tbh

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smbhax · 1 year

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Two Complete Science-Adventure Books #5, Spring 1952

cover illustration by Allen Anderson

“Anaximander Powell” was a pseudonym for Hyam Plutzik

Sources: [1][2][3]

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tenyiitz · 6 days

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Bill in his Saint Denis party fit

#tenyiitz #tenyiitz posting art #art #digital art #digital painting #bill williamson fanart #rdr2 bill williamson #bill williamson #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 fanart #rdr2 fanart

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wileys-russo · 5 months

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I jusr re-read Mrs. Williamson and the idea of rxLeah with Alessia as the little sister is something I can't get out of my head. So I have a suggestion, I thought about her usually being a little shit (like in the story) but then also being very protective of her older sister. Maybe r and Leah have a fight and Alessia is very protective but in a sweet way not a mean way towards Leah, more like pampering r but being firm in demanding an apology from Leah. Or something along those lines, would love to read something like thins from you! :)

mrs williamson ficlet, continuing on from here

alessia had answered your call as she usually would, with a sarcastic remark about never gaining back the minutes of her life you were about to drain her from. though the very second you'd spoken and she heard the way your voice cracked she was sitting bolt upright with a frown.

"what happened? are you okay? is the baby okay?" "the baby is fine. can you come over please?"

she was there in record time, grateful to have not been pulled over the way with the way she sped through the last two sets of lights before pulling into your driveway.

the first thing alessia noticed was the lack of your wifes car in the driveway and her eyebrows knitted together, grabbing her bag and kicking her door shut she jogged up the front steps.

you'd already opened the front door before she even reached it, and her features softened seeing your red puffy eyes clearly indicating you'd been crying. "whats happened then?" your younger sister pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing your back which was aching given you were now five months pregnant.

you only shook your head not able to even speak as alessia sighed, shuffling the two of you inside and closing the door as you let go of her. "where's leah?" alessia asked gently as she followed you into the kitchen, the scoff and roll of your eyes all she needed to know the blonde was clearly not in your good books.

"not here." you muttered, moving to grab two mugs from the cupboard as alessia appeared behind you. "i'll do it, sit down please." she shooed you away ignoring your protests, helping you sit down carefully on the lounge.

"shit you're huge now." she remarked bluntly as you struggled to take your hoodie off, the piercing glare sent her way having her eyes widen. "not like that! just, you know." alessia gestured awkwardly to her stomach, wincing as you continued to blankly stare at her.

"i'll get the tea!" she announced, darting back to the kitchen as you rolled your eyes and glanced down to your phone beside you which was lighting up with notifications, turning it over and not bothering to even look at them.

alessia returned and shot you a filthy look as you made a comment you were surprised she managed to carry both mugs in and not spill a drop, your younger sister notoriously clumsy.

"so dear sister. self care day?"

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"is it supposed to feel sort of like its burning?" you questioned with a slight frown, touching your cheeks which were coated in a charcoal facemask alessia had gifted you ages ago and had remained untouched.

"yes! that means its working to get rid of all your wrinkles." alessia mumbled as you kicked her with a glare for the comment. "hey! you're messing up my artwork." the blonde scowled, tugging your foot back into her lap where she was painting your toenails having already done your nails.

"so will you tell me now what you and leah are fighting about?" your sister asked glancing up at you curiously, not having pushed you too much but still in the dark on why it was that your wife was nowhere to be found and you'd clearly been crying when she showed up.

though as you shook your head the striker sighed but again didn't push you, knowing better than to try and get information out of you that you clearly weren't ready to share.

despite how much of a kick she got from winding you up and messing with you this was one of those rare occasions you were grateful for her, and the quiet thank you mumbled to her was all she needed for a grin to settle into her features.

you feared she'd hold this against you for her own gain in the future but for now you were just relishing in her efforts to make you feel better, no matter how much you might argue the two of you were still incredibly close and despite being younger alessia had always been fiercely protective.

which is why when the door rang and she glanced over your head to see leahs car was now parked in the driveway alessia was quick to her feet, ordering you to let your nails dry and handing you some micellar wipes to remove the mask from your face.

"leah." your sister spoke dryly as she opened the door, the older girl caught off guard as she frowned. "alessia?" she answered with a raised eyebrow. "why are you here then?" the younger blonde challenged, effectively blocking the doorway as leah gave her a strange look.

"well because i live here. why exactly are you here less?" "i'm here because my heavily pregnant sister called me crying and upset, which i can only assume is your doing. so, come to apologise then?"

"did she tell you why she's upset?" leah narrowed her eyes trying to step inside as alessia protectively spread herself to further block the door. "she didn't need to." alessia quipped back causing leah to exhale deeply.

"babe!" leah cupped her hands and yelled out into the house making alessia roll her eyes. "what?" you hovered behind your sister, eyes slit into a glare and arms crossed over her chest.

"this is so stupid love. what have you done?" leah sighed as alessia scoffed. "what has she done?" the taller girl retorted as your hand fell to her shoulder gaining her attention.

"you left me leah." "i what!?

"you left her while she's nearly six months pregnant leah what the hell is the matter with you!" alessia angrily lunged for her team mate who hastily stepped back as you pulled your sister inside by the back of her jumper and mumbled for her to stop it.

"i didn't leave you! i went to the shops!" leah gestured to the bags by her feet as alessia fell silent and took a step back as you stepped forward. "i woke up and you were gone, your car was gone, there wasn't a note and you left your house keys behind." your eyes welled up with tears as leahs face softened.

"baby i've sent you like a hundred messages. i knew you were upset i couldn't find the peanut butter ice cream last night so i've gone to like ten different stores till i found it." leah picked up one of the bags and showed you its contents.

"im sorry!" you burst out into tears as your wife hurried to pull you into a hug, mumbling sweet nothings in your ear and rubbing your back.

"sorry, pause!" alessia laughed in disbelief, leah shooting her a warning glare which was ignored. "she went to the shops for a few hours and you thought she left you?" alessia shook her head, running a hand down her face with a shake of her head.

"alessia i am pregnant and hormonal okay!" you sobbed as leah shushed you and placed a kiss to your forehead. "oh my-" alessia wasted no time grabbing her keys and pushing past you.

"if you weren't pregnant i would throw you down these stairs!" your sister seethed, pausing to take a deep breath as she caught leahs eye who smiled apologetically.

"you are hereby banned from calling me unless its about the baby, you're dying, you're in labour or seriously injured." your sister warned seriously, pointing at you with a menacing look before huffing and storming off down the driveway.

"i love you!" you yelled after her, a middle finger all you got in response as you buried your face in your wifes chest and she helped you inside, still cradling you tightly in her arms.

"darling you seriously thought i left you? why didn't you just call me or read my messages?" "again, very pregnant and very hormonal okay i wasn't able to think!" "right right sorry my love, lets get some ice cream into you then. i love you very very much...even if you're a little unhinged." "leah i heard that!"

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #alessia russo x reader #engwnt #woso community #woso blurbs #alessia russo

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ellatoone7 · 8 months

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Long day (Leah Williamson x reader)

It was getting darker earlier now, a sure sign that winter was nearing, that and the goosebumps littering over Leah’s tanned skin as it whipped through her hair, making the blood rush through her ears in the best way possible.

Winter trainings were always tough, the bitter cold stinging the defenders bright eyes making it nearly impossible to see the ball. It was all worth it though as she was enveloped by the warmth of her car and the thoughts of what was waiting for her at home.

Leah didn’t waste any time getting home, her playlist blaring as she hums gently to the lyrics that always reminded her of you. Leah loved football, it was a huge part of her life and she cherished every second of it, but, it didn’t come close to how much she loved you.

In fact Leah loved you so much that as long as she had you in her life, she would be content with never playing another match again. She didn’t fail to remind you of that every day, from waking you up with soft, loving kisses and breathless confessions of love that was so sacred to the both of you, all the way to the lazy evenings full of cuddles on the couch and whispered affections.

Leah craved those dark mornings tangled in linen sheets and soft limbs, so connected that you couldn’t tell where one started and the other finished. This morning for example, a rare day, where Leah didn’t have to get up at an ungodly hour, now that it was winter her trainings had been pushed further up in the evening, leaving the still mornings at her beck and call.

Strong biceps curled around your midsection, holding on as if you were some divine being that would disappear at the slightest loosen of her grip. The gentle breathing, that the defender claims eagerly is not snoring, though you would beg to differ, fans the back of your neck as the serene surrounding of pure adoration consumes the room fully.

That exact same fondness that paints the walls of your house welcomes the tired blonde back into its familiar structure. Leah’s home however isn’t slabs of concrete or treasured pictures littering every inch of the building, but it’s the comforting figure that she just knows is standing in kitchen, waiting for food to magically appear out of thin air.

Leah drops her kit bag next to the homemade shoe shelf Steph had made the both of you after Leah missed a match due to a single shoe and a rolled ankle. The blonde chuckled at the memory as she threw the keys into the designated bowel while heeling the front door shut.

“Babe?” Although knowing exactly where you were, she couldn’t help but be impatient as she hears the soft pattering of your fluffy socked feet. You smoothly slid into the corridor with the most prized worthy grin lighting up every inch of your perfect face.

Just like her previous actions, you did not waste a second, cupping her defined jaw and pulling her into a kiss that could mistaken the fact that Leah had only been gone for a few hours. The gentle tug of her hair pulled her back into the blissful reality that was you, her hands had found the place on your hips that they had been familiarised with for so long, pulling you in until the space between the both of you was nonexistent.

“Hi.” One simple word mumbled against her lips in a humour full manor, a breathless chuckle following from her own mouth as she peppers kisses against your flushed cheeks.

“God, people would think you’ve been gone for months with this greeting.” You chuckled as lips worshipped your neck, “We won’t tell people that it’s only been a few hours then.”

Her deep London accent was muffled as she placed one final kiss against the volume of your throat.

Foreheads met and eyes locked as you found comfort in each others space, “For what it’s worth, I missed you.” You couldn’t help but melt into her, nuzzling your cheek against hers while breathing her in, “I missed you too.” You pulled back slightly before continuing, “You know what else I missed? When you didn’t smell, go take a shower, Lee.”

A laugh bubbled up as you watched the defender scoff in offence, “Rude!” You nodded while wiping her sweaty strand of hair out of her face with a playful grimace. Leah swatted your hands away as she grumbled childishly, “Okay! okay, I get it.” The blonde started towards the stairs before turning backs around with an eyebrow raised, “Wanna join me?”

“As much as I would love to, I have some baking to do, so I will regretfully leave you to it,” Leah chuckled while solemnly nodding, you watched her slightly disappointed expression and decided to meet her halfway, “…but, I can offer you a kiss?”

Her blue eyes lit up again like they always seem to do when she’s near around you, leaning up on your tiptoes you pressed a timid kiss to her eager lips before quickly stepping back much to the tall blondes dismay. Her lips followed yours and you gave into her meeting her in the middle in a melting kiss.

Her sweaty stature was the last thing on your mind as you wrapped your arms around her neck, she slightly lifted you off the ground pressing you against her fully.

After what felt like a too small eternity, you gently stepped back, “That’ll give you something to think about.” She lightly groaned before quickly stealing one more kiss, “Don’t be a tease.” You giggled before pushing at her chest gently, “Go, get cleaned up and then get down here to help me with these stupid cookies.”

Leah smiled before putting her hands up innocently, she made her way upstairs with a satisfied sigh and you watched her go before heading back to the kitchen.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #engwnt x reader #woso #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagines

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eirene · 2 years

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Picnic, 1938

Harold Sandys Williamson

#summer #picnic #nature #sunlight #british art #english art #art #painting #art history #fashion #portrait #Harold Sandys Williamson #1930s

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