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wildbeautifuldamned · 4 months
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Set (6)-LILLY PULITZER for GEVALIA ROSENTHAL-Coffee Cups & Saucers-Pink Safari ebay diho5606
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qwerewwqwer · 2 years
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#Winterspaziergang #Rosental #Leipzig #Februar #saxony #germany #eosr10 (hier: Leipzig, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpTUlJloppy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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winecovered · 3 months
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best retheme award
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AWWWWHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!!! We're so glad that you like it !!!! ٩(^‿^)۶
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disrealities · 3 months
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AA THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! (THE TAGS ON THE REBLOG)
OF COURSE!!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH , YOUR POST FORMAT IS SO PRETTY!
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codeist · 2 months
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all 3 blogs have been created and will be revealed later.
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winniemaywebber · 1 month
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"Stay with me tonight. Please?"
tumblr glitched and I lost this request from my inbox ): it's from this prompt list and my inbox is still open for these!
prompt begins under the cut. thanks for reading!
It’s already dusk by the time Olive and Dougie exit the Officer’s Mess after dinner. Olive knew it was a great privilege to be invited in. There was not a hair out of place, her make up absolutely immaculate and she had, of course, picked the Meatball hair-free clothing, pressed to perfection. James definitely seems to appreciate it, looking at her with those soft blue eyes every chance he gets, even drifting from other conversations to gaze at her lovingly. 
“Any plans tonight, my beloved?” he says, wrapping his jacket around her.
“Well, seeing as our other halves have gone to spend a night alone and Helen is off somewhere with Nash, I’d say I’m free. What did you have in mind?” “Thought we could sneak a Jeep; watch the stars.” “You and stargazing,” she sighs. “I don’t know why you like it so much.” “Well,” he pauses. “I get to look at you as you tell me all their fancy names.” “You need a refresh?” She asks, pulling him closer by the tie, their noses touching.
“Always.”
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There are but a few stars out this cold evening, a thick fog covering the September sky. Olive shivers as she adjusts in her seat, her head resting on Dougie’s chest. “Well then,” he sighs, his hand raking through her dark curls. “This was a bust.” “I wouldn’t say that,” Olive murmurs, feeling her eyes grow heavy at the gentle touch of his fingers tickling her scalp. “This is nice.”
“You’re right,” he replies. “It is. I love spending time with you, whatever it is.” “Ditto.” “In fact, it’s all I wanna do.” “Sweet boy,” she whispers, coming up to kiss him. Her hand cups his face as his mouth opens to capture hers, firmly holding her close to him. 
“Stay with me tonight,” he asks, his hands gripping at hers. “Please?” A sweet laugh leaves Olive’s mouth as she kisses him again, thumb stroking over his hand. “I can’t. You’ll get in trouble!” “I don’t care,” he replies, his voice suddenly raised. “I just wanna hold you.” “James…” she responds, voice soft and low. “Okay. I can rush back and get my pajamas and–” “You can wear mine.”
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Grasping at Dougie’s hand, he leads her through the door of the Officer’s Hut as quietly as he can, gesturing for her to close the door behind her softly. He holds a finger to his lips, causing her to start giggling uncontrollably. “Ollie,” he urges, his voice a low whisper. “You gotta be–” he starts laughing quietly himself, hand covering his nose and mouth to muffle it. “Shh,” he says, voice shaking. “We’re sneaking.” “Sorry, sorry, I’ll stop,” she replies, exhaling through pursed lips to calm down. “Okay, ready.”
He winks at her as he leads her through the long hall, bunks on each side of it. “Watch your step,” he tells her, her eyes still struggling to adjust to the dark, the only light coming from a lamp at the other end of the room. “What do you mean watch my–woah!” she yelps, feet catching on an object that was obviously thrown toward the end of a bunk in the darkness of a previous night.
“That. I meant that.” “Who’s there?” a voice calls, coming from the same direction as the soft lamplight. “Doug?” “Yeah, Croz, it’s me.” “And me,” Olive squeaks, knowing the jig was up from the moment she tripped over those boots. “Hi.” “Jesus, English,” Crosby sighs, toothbrush still in his hand. “What’re you doing in here?” “She’s spending the night,” Dougie says casually, pulling back the blanket of his bunk. “This is against regulations,” he urges, his teeth gritted as his voice falls into a whisper. “You could get in trouble. What if Harding catches you?” “He won’t,” Olive says, pulling Dougie’s jacket off and placing it on the bed.
“I gotta say,” Harry begins, eyes suddenly darting across the room to the floor. “I don’t feel comfortable hearing you both–y’know.” “Croz, come on, pal,” another voice drawls from behind them. Rosie Rosenthal greets Olive with a friendly squeeze on the shoulder and a smile before skirting around her. “I don’t think they’ll be doing all that. They’re respectful.” “Yeah, Croz,” Dougie sighs, looking at Olive as she sits on the bunk. “I just wanna fall asleep with her.” “Doug–” “Harry, you mean to tell me that you wouldn’t break the rules for Jean if she were here?” Rosie questions, his arms crossed. “Well–” he stutters, shaking then nodding his head. “I’d do it for Jo. So, let’s leave em be, huh? Olive is dead on her feet as it is, keeping us all in check. All they’re gonna do is sleep.”
“Fine,” he huffs, but smiles nonetheless. “No funny business.” “Ugh, yes, Dad,” Dougie jokes, peeling off his shirt and clambering into the bunk with Olive who had hidden in the dark  to change. “Goodnight.” “Night. Hey, Doug?” “Yeah?” “Didn’t know you were a softie.” “Just like you, Croz. For my girl, of course I am.”
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moonlitmistyforest · 27 days
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Carl Gustav Carus - River Landscape in the Rosental near Leipzig, between 1838 and 1840 oil on canvas, 78,5 x 105,7 cm Hamburger Kunsthalle
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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year
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Oh, then can you please write one where mielle came back but not as a human but rather a gost but instead of going after aria. She is more concerned with finding the soul of her family(count, cain, Emma). While she saw searching, she find out there were another version of herself (first timeline mielle). Kinda just living with in her head/soul. I don't know why but I can just see the 2 version of herself just arguing with each other.
After a while she realized that she can find them anywhere. And I mean that she looked and searched everywhere. I'd the rosente house hold. The place where count/emma/call died. Cain school. Etc. But she cant find them.
During like her search for her family members souls, she noticed that she was being followed and attacked by some angelic white knight figure .
Seeming that she cant find her family member soul and that she is being followed. She decided that there most be a magical fixed to her problem, so she went to the now abandon duke Fredrick house that might conveniently help her
(Thank you for requesting this!! Hope you enjoy this!! I changed this a bit)
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White Phantom..
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The sound of music and couples dancing made Mielle happy as she danced on her own, holding her white dress in her dainty hands as she twirled and danced, for once Mielle didn't have to be so modest. Finally the music stopped and Mielle accidentally bumped into someone, Mielle whipped her head around to see Aria and the crown prince, Asterope Franz in each-other's embrace, Aria suddenly shivered after Mielle bumped into her and leaned into Asterope.
As Mielle slowly with her fingers very gently fixed Aria's veil and dress a bit as to not let Aria feel her touch. It was Aria's wedding after all, she shouldn't be messy, as Mielle slowly got off the dance floor like everyone else letting the groom and bride take the place as they had their first dance as husband and wife.
Mielle slowly left the wedding venue, making her way back to the Roscente manor even though it was a long way, but when she reached there she saw the manor was completely empty, nobody in sight and it was a bit dusty, like nobody had cleaned the manor in a few months, mainly because it probably was true. Mielle walked up to her room, which was still decorated, but dusty like the rest of the manor, as she walked she came face to face with the place where she pushed her father, she instantly felt guilty and was about to cry but this wasn't the moment to do so.
Mielle when she woke up was sleeping in the middle of garden bench as she woke up and looked around she realized she was at the imperial palace's garden, where she saw Aria dancing and having fun with the crown prince..
It made her mad but enough of that, Mielle was very tired of the empty manor which echoed beautiful sounds yet it was mundane. Mielle walked out of the manor and walked towards different places, now that she was a spirit, she couldn't get tired and what better way to spend all this time a few hours later she arrived at the Fredrick household, people were there Isis and Oscar weren't, Mielle sighed and walked back out, she was tired of not being acknowledged by people and not being her loved ones, Mielle walked out and went to Cain's school, which was bustling with students chattering and talking and other things, soon the bell rang and everyone hurried off to class.
Mielle giggled with the sights of people being friends, pulling pranks, teasing each other, gossiping, etc. She walked through the hallways peeking into classes to listen to anything she found interesting, and then she ended up in front of Cain's class, she entered the class without opening the door, she was a spirit after all, she looked around the class and found no one, no trace of her brother...she realized she was all alone, she couldn't find Oscar, Isis, her brother her mother her father, Emma were all dead and gone, she was alone, Aria was living her happy after...
Leaving the school, Mielle walked the long and tiring path back to Aria's house, she sat in the palace gardens and went back to the bench where she first woke up and laid down, falling asleep, throughout the journey, she was feeling upset, tired and as though someone was there...that feeling made her hopeful into finding who ever was alive, any of her loved one, but to avail, no one was left for her...
Falling asleep and waking up, her vision clearing to find herself into a dark space with herself? It was her, but she looked angry, VERY angry. Mielle stood up and faced this another version of her,
"Who are you?" Mielle asked this other version of her,
"I'm you, from our first timeline or our first life, where I successfully killed off Aria and her stupid pesky mother!" this other version of Mielle angrily boasted about her accomplishment.
Mielle shook her head and scoffed at this version of her, she didn't care that she died, Mielle had realized that it wasn't Aria's fault, she was only trying to protect herself and she had no choice but kill Mielle cause Aria knew Mielle would come back for her in way or another and it was all Mielle's fault that none of her loved ones was left. Suddenly the black void showed another Mielle as through a screen on one side of the void, with words written in pretty cursive saying,
"Welcome to 3rd time line, Mielle."
Mielle and her alternate universe looked at the screen and looked at each-other, they nodded their heads and knew if they wanted to survive, they had to save themselves from traps first and then Aria and others. They shook their hands and looked ahead at the baby version of themselves knowing they'll earn their happy endings this time.
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Karl Joseph Stieler (German, 1781-1858) Tochter des Wildprethändlers Hillmayer im Rosental 2, München, 1829 Schönheitengalerie
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juliapawshine · 1 year
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The son saw his mother in a dream.
Music for inspiration Tom Rosental.
Background from Wolf Children.
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thanaredreamtof · 2 years
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Name a song for each letter of your username!
Tagged by @heartxshaped-bruises
Tagging: @myriadxofxmuses @redridcr @vegaprose @atlfs-rp-multimuse
T - The Last Time Taylor Swift
H - Happiness the 1975
A - All of them Dreams Tom Rosental
N - no time to die Billy Ellis
A - Atlantis by Seafret
R - Rattlesnake Jack van Cleefe
E - enchanted by Taylor swift (my favourite song)
D - dance with my tonight Olly Murs
R - ribs by Lorde
E - everywhere, everything Noah Kahan
A - About you The 1975
M- mirror ball Taylor swift
T - treacherous Taylor swift
O - One by U2
F- Favourite crime Olivia Rodrigo
Thank you for tagging me @heartxshaped-bruises ! I didn’t realise my username was so long !!
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qwerewwqwer · 2 years
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#Winterabend #Leipzig #Saxony #Germany #Wackelturm im #Rosental #newtownhall #cityscape #architecture #sunset #eosr10 (hier: Leipzig, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cncswoyqx5W/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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winecovered · 2 months
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we will never shut about this blog
YOURE SO SWEET! I love your asks so much you're the best mootie 💕💕
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percygermany · 3 months
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🚴🚴🌤️😊
Am See Markkleeberg …Pause 🤨 Und noch eine Pause 🤪 Palmengarten… Ohne 🌴 🚴🚴 🌤️😊 Rosental 🌿 Amo mi bici 👍
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codeist · 3 months
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       E/D WARNING
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  — RECOVERY ARFID: A flag for when you are recovering from ARFID,, this is not glorifying ARFID. Colors from here. This flag is not for “TransARFID” or Endos!
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 Coined by Rosent & Seraphine、Flag Made by Seraphine —        Coined for @disrealities’ 4OO Contest !              (Free Day!)
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world-of-news · 9 months
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