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Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies?
Innocence lost
Aankhon ke saagar.
Zeke McPherson Hi I’m the drummer of Careless Reaction and maybe you haven’t noticed me but that’s ok I don’t like attention all that much.😊 I’m the quiet one in the band well actually most people seem quiet compared to my friends so maybe that’s not right. I’m quiet in general. It annoys people and I just don’t get it? What’s the problem? Would you rather I shouted in your face all day? Teachers especially have a hard time dealing with it. I’m not a trouble maker even though I look like it and I do my work pretty well so what the heck is the problem? Teachers think I’m pretty thick cos I’m quiet but when they get my exam results they think differently or think I cheated, seriously! I’m really good at music and art and I’m pretty good at everything else except sports. My Mum is really proud and she thinks the band will be good for me and give me some more confidence. My Dad however hates the whole idea of the band and he just wants me to be a jock. Before I’d be scared but I have gained confidence, I even asked a girl out! I’m still quiet though and before I didn’t like it but these days I like it, that’s who I am and everyone else can just deal with that. My best feature would be my skin. Pretty lame but it’s really clear these days while everyone else is all spotty. I actually have a tan too which looks good unlike the rest of me!
Ronan Dolby I’m the kick ass bassist of Careless Reaction!😎 I’m considered a bit of a rebel cos I’m never out of detention but really the teachers just hate me even though I thought that was impossible!😱 Girls certainty don’t😏 But sorry girls I’m taken! I’m big into sports and I quite into art as well but I’m nowhere near as good as Zeke! My Dad really hates me being in the band cos he thinks it’ll wreck my grades, yeah cos they were totally amazing before like. I’ve been playing bass for a couple years now and I like music a lot though not in school. My best feature has to be my everything😏😂 no actually it’s my body since I play sports a lot I look pretty good😉
The Eye of God is Watching Us
A bit of “Unicorn Wars” fan art that took me quite a while to work on. The part that challenged me the most was getting the body positions of Azulín/Bluey and Gordi/Tubby right. Not to mention getting some lighting under the unicorns’ heads. Still, I think this turned out pretty good.
Unicorn Wars belongs to Alberto Vazquez and GKIDS Films
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Ponyboy would like your blue eyes, they would remind him of dally piercing and bright, staring deep into his under the moonlight, acting as his own summer sky during the nightfall.
Ponyboy would like your green eyes, even though he hated most people with them. They would show him that there could always be a change in mind and heart.
Ponyboy would like your hazel eyes, the colors all together reminding him of the sky during the sunset. The blues and greens and some brown blending to make a beautiful grey sky in them.
Ponyboy would like your black eyes, they would remind him of Johnny, his innocence and how there is always some good in the world. He shouldn’t ever forget it.
Ponyboy would like your brown eyes, that gold tint in the sunlight reminding him of the sun during the rise and fall of night. That the only thing gold that will stay is you,
And those eyes that he loves so dearly.
Apparently, a break of several years in the preparation of pies is affecting, because it turned out like this. Next time I'll try to make the filling in a different way. As for the taste, it's generally not bad, as far as I'm concerned.
By the way, the cooled filling does not fall out as in the photo, so I think the experiment was a success by 70-80 percent.
The two-year anniversary of his death will be at least three to four days away. Tech, I dedicate this to you. A pie codenamed "Brown Eyes".
Dough:
Mix 400-450 grams of flour with 7 grams of yeast and one teaspoon of salt;
Melt 95 grams of butter over low heat;
Heat the milk (250 milliliters) in the microwave for a minute or one and a half;
Add one chicken egg together with butter to one container with milk and stir;
Add to the dry ingredients;
Mix until smooth and leave for an hour under a cloth.;
Melt a few small pieces (56 grams) oil on low heat;
Sprinkle the work surface with flour;
Cut the dough into two pieces in a ratio of about 60:40;
We roll out the first piece with a rolling pin;
We lubricate the baking sheet with oil and put the dough on it;
Add the apples and sprinkle them with cinnamon and vanilla sugar.;
Add one sliced orange, three sliced bananas and forty grams of raisins;
Roll out the second piece of dough and put it on top;
We lubricate the top with oil and send it to the oven for forty minutes at 200 degrees Celsius.
I associate all these ingredients with Tech in one way or another. Cinnamon, because he's a cinnamon bun. Apples, because apple pie is generally good with cinnamon and many add it to charlotte. Raisins are generally rich in B vitamins, lowers blood pressure, strengthens the heart, improves sleep, supports healthy sleep, gives a boost of energy, and I think Tech loved these kinds of dried fruits. Bananas and oranges are tropical fruits, and I think it's understandable why I decided to add them to a pie named after Brown Eyes.
If there were more tropical fruits with cinnamon and apples, the name would be TechPhee.
In memory of our boy, I think we can experiment. Since it's a little late at the moment, I'll share my impressions of this culinary experiment tomorrow.
Rest in peace, Brown Eyes!
The two-year anniversary of his death will be at least three to four days away. Tech, I dedicate this to you. A pie codenamed "Brown Eyes".
Dough:
Mix 400-450 grams of flour with 7 grams of yeast and one teaspoon of salt;
Melt 95 grams of butter over low heat;
Heat the milk (250 milliliters) in the microwave for a minute or one and a half;
Add one chicken egg together with butter to one container with milk and stir;
Add to the dry ingredients;
Mix until smooth and leave for an hour under a cloth.;
Melt a few small pieces (56 grams) oil on low heat;
Sprinkle the work surface with flour;
Cut the dough into two pieces in a ratio of about 60:40;
We roll out the first piece with a rolling pin;
We lubricate the baking sheet with oil and put the dough on it;
Add the apples and sprinkle them with cinnamon and vanilla sugar.;
Add one sliced orange, three sliced bananas and forty grams of raisins;
Roll out the second piece of dough and put it on top;
We lubricate the top with oil and send it to the oven for forty minutes at 200 degrees Celsius.
I associate all these ingredients with Tech in one way or another. Cinnamon, because he's a cinnamon bun. Apples, because apple pie is generally good with cinnamon and many add it to charlotte. Raisins are generally rich in B vitamins, lowers blood pressure, strengthens the heart, improves sleep, supports healthy sleep, gives a boost of energy, and I think Tech loved these kinds of dried fruits. Bananas and oranges are tropical fruits, and I think it's understandable why I decided to add them to a pie named after Brown Eyes.
If there were more tropical fruits with cinnamon and apples, the name would be TechPhee.
In memory of our boy, I think we can experiment. Since it's a little late at the moment, I'll share my impressions of this culinary experiment tomorrow.
Rest in peace, Brown Eyes!
PEDRO PASCAL as NICO in HOUSE COMES WITH A BIRD
Soooo attractive!
🥰
disabled women are sexy & beautiful!!
Beautiful eyes, cute nose, freckles, nice hair, the right age, and obviously open minded. Yep, she’s a keeper!
Beautiful eyes, mouth and braces
It's not everyday I see a TEN
Height of beauty
Brown eyes
Brown eyes,
The common older sister to the blue eyed younger brother.
Brown eyes,
Written and stamped in bold.
Brown eyes,
Those that share the colour and many secret that a bookshelf holds.
Beautiful brown eyes,
The colour of my favourite tree.
Brown eyes,
The colour of childhood, wild and free.
Brown, brown eyes,
The colour of the fallen leaf.
Brown eyes,
The colour of the dinner chairs before the evening beef.
Burnt brown eyes,
The colour of the scalding coffee on the morning trip to work.
Bejewelled brown eyes,
The colour of hot chocolate to keep away the cold that lurks.
Brown eyes,
The colour of his.
The colour of him.
Brown,
The colour of his arrogance when he does better than everyone else.
The colour of his stress when he’s overwhelmed
The colour of his impatience as he rushes down the corridor.
The colour of his annoyance when I go too far.
The colour of his happiness when he’s with his friends.
Brown,
Coffee,
Walnut,
Chocolate,
Syrup,
Hickory,
Brown,
Her beautiful brown hair.
-A.F.A.Makar
Your chocolate brown hair that always seems to be flattened in a baseball cap, and when you take it off there it is the side part that I make fun of all the time.
Not in a I hate you way, but in a way that makes you adorable. Is it weird noticing these things about you? But I notice all types of things like this with others all the time.
The boy that rides the bus at 7:10am with me and his black Bose headphones or the girl who I briefly passed by for a few seconds and her scent of coconut perfume. I remember it all. So it isn’t new to me, but what it is, is scary. Because I care about what you think of me in return so much.
I am certain you know I exist, a familiar face, maybe not my name, which is fair because I do the same. Rather I want to get to know you, yes you are handsome, you’re just my type and yes I’ve imagined scenarios, but what I want to happen the most is to be friends. I’ve never believed in love— no scratch that, I do believe in love, but I don’t believe in it for myself.
I am young, I have been reckless and I most certainly have failed relationship after relationship.
That’s why, I don’t care about getting hurt, but I care about being so perfectly happy when it isn’t true.
I dream of a perfect man, a perfect love not in the definition of perfect itself, but rather the perfect in how he’ll buy me my favorite pants and flowers, open the door for me, stand on the outside by the street, hold hands as much as possible, lean down to hear me and whisper the most outlandish words into my ears at an inappropriate time.
Cook with me, dance the night away, always have open arms, listen to my rants and have the ops, let me cling to him physically and help me bench press and give me kisses as rewards.
That’s the perfect thing that I want, for him to be attractive to me, tall, funny, have a beautiful smile, in essence to sweep me off my feet. I want to believe you are this man, but maybe you are, just not mine. I guess I have to be fine with that, and if I never become your friend at least, I guess I really don’t believe in love.
Maybe one day I’ll be confident enough in myself to not care what the outcome is. I know life is short, I tell myself that all of the time; I hear it and I see it.
Photo credits: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/88594317663530037/
Yes, her eyes are blue and your eyes are brown
Her eyes are the sky and your is the ground
But she carries the storms and deepeths depths of the sea
Yours carries a glint of gold so pure its sin
Yes, her eyes are blue and your eyes are brown
But your holds trust and true beauty within
You may think there a bore, monotonous, and dull
Correlate to green, grey, hazel and blue
But your eyes are special and hers are too
God sees their beauty and so should you.
Quando qualcosa ti piace
I dunno about you but I am a sucker for blue eyes. All of my favorite characters (with some exception) tend to have blue eyes. Maybe it's because I grew up surrounded by blue/grey eyes and was the only one with brown eyes.
Anyways, what about y'all?