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[hurtinghabits]

Linssen & Kurapika #1 (Sonnet)

My boss’s fuse is shorter than his height  So when it blows I turn away the guests.  A telltale sign is when his eyes burn bright  Or when his office hosts eight-legged pests.  Arachnids all aside, he’s not the worst  Superior in Saherta’s mafia.  He tends to put his allies, colleagues first  When not submerged in scarlet mania.  His missions are successes through and through —  No casualties when he takes on the reins.  He’s quick to draw his gun but swifter to  Take bullets to his chest or with his chains. 

          Despite it all, I see him as my friend;            He’s kinder than most know or comprehend.

(Check out my HxH poetry collection on AO3! This one is for the Greedy Poetry event on @greedislandchallenge.)

[90ssmut2]

[yourlittlevirus]

Courtney Love of Hole performing at Paradiso in Amsterdam, Netherlands. April 24, 1995.

Photographed by Paul Bergen, Michel Linssen, and Frans Schellekens.

[pseudo-satisfaction]

[nubesiclaros]

[soupy-sez]

Prince & The New Power Generation, © Michael Linssen

[sweetdreamsjeff]

NETHERLANDS - JANUARY 01: Photo of Jeff BUCKLEY (Photo by Michel Linssen/Redferns)

[haarlemupdates]

Voor wie steek jij een kaarsje op?

Voor wie steek jij een kaarsje op?

Het jaarlijks terugkerende KRO-NCRV programma Voor wie steek jij een kaarsje op? is dit jaar een week lang dagelijks te zien om 18.30 uur, vanaf 31 oktober op NPO 2. Naast de uitzending op de avond van Allerzielen op 2 november om 20.30 uur met Anita Witzier, zal ook Joris Linssen elke dag uit een andere provincie presenteren. In deze afleveringen, gemaakt in samenwerking met regionale omroepen,…

[90ssmut2]

[turtledotjpeg]

silly lil farming sim AU drawn for a discord server event :) i got a little too lazy to include all the characters i had wanted to, so please imagine for me:

linssen quietly surrounded by a flock of chickens on the nostrade farm. only successful chicken whisperer

canary and alluka hanging out at the flower shop/seeds shop and that killua's face looks less wonky

cheadle is the town mayor. we don't talk about the previous mayor.

[skyferreirastan]

Kurt Cobain by Michel Linssen, November 1991

[milksockets]

nel linssen in paper: tear fold rip crease cut - black dog publishing (2009)

[soupy-sez]

Faith No More, ca. 1994, © Michel Linssen [X]

[queencorduroy]

Kurt Cobain | 1991

© Michel Linssen/Redferns

[hunting-songs]

"Rumor Has It... You attack the refrigerator at night, yes, don't think we didn't notice"

Send "Rumor Has It..." And a rumor about my muse and see how they respond. Senritsu only shaked her head with a quiet laughter: "This can only be a rumor. What happens at night are no attacks on the refrigerator. They are well planned and perfectly preformed masterasportations that never fail. I just happen to be a very bad sleeper-" - like anyone would be with her hearing, like anyone would be with her memories, like anyone would be whos shatterd and mended back together bones would feel like glasssplinters after laying down in one position for more than one hour. Senritsu sighed tierdly, but did notsaid out what had been going through her mind. She had never been a good sleeper, because she had always been restless yet since the nights were nolonger as quiet as they used to be for her, all she managed was doozing for two hours before she had to walk around and do something else to sooth the ache in her bones and too keen ears that kept her awake. The woman looked up, her dark eyes almost looking black if it wouldn´t be for the little michivious shimmer that looked like a sly wisp in the dark of her eyes. The woman had tilted her head to the side, her hand moving after a song only she could hear: "Is it about Linssens sandwhichs? I already said to him, that I am sorry. I did invited him for dinner as an apologize already a few times. If he does not want his sandwhichs lost in the night again, he should write his name more clearly on his food. Write it bigger at least, my eyes are bad, especially when I am tiered." And Linssens handwriting was so horrible, that it was uncomparable to the wordimage Senritsu had learned by heart for the wordimage-safe in her memory to sidestep her dyslexia: " And if he wants a reason to have dinner with me-" her finger stopped dancing and pointed at the grey-face knowingly: "- or other people, he should ask more directly. Ask me more directly at least,since I can not act on what I am hearing in someones heartbeat. That would be a breach of his privacy I really would not enjoy."