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List of beautiful streets with pastel-colored houses

I compiled up a list through my own research of very nice-looking places that have beautiful pastel-colored houses and I thought it’d be nice to share these wonderful places (along with links to the street view if you click the bolded street name) with everyone

1) Sea Dreams Drive, North Carolina

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2) Bywater Street, Chelsea, London

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3) Chalcot Crescent, NW1, London

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4) 75 Portobello RD, London

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5)  Monroe Street NW, in Washington, DC

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6) Lullwater Beach On Gulf Of Mexico, Panama City Beach, Florida

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7) Cabin Rentals at Hatteras Village, Outerbanks, North Carolina

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8) Yacht Charter at Nassau, Bahamas (no street view since its by ocean)

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9) “Rainbow Row”  East Bay Street, Charleston, South Carolina

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Felt pretty androg. today 👌 (she/they)

That Moment When:

The person you’re fighting tells you their weakness on accident: 

Your nakama says: Want some cotton candy?

Your nakama says: I drank all the cola, sorry…

Sanji says: We’re out of booze, sorry….

Someone tells you: I saw Nami-san naked.

Someone says: History is useless


England had not been pleased upon his return to his colonies. That had always been the key: his colonies. They had belonged to him, and were a part of him. There wasn’t supposed to be a distinction. He had known they felt distant, but this- this was not acceptable.
A shaky young man had stood before him; and looked for all the land he was trying to claim like the sort of uneasy mutt it would produce. England towered over him, a vision in gold and scarlet, the might of a global empire behind his confidence.
“You’re back”
England acknowledged the mulatto boy’s observation with the slightest tilt of his head; his lip having curled with the movement.
“And what do you presume yourself to be? A nation?”
That question made the poor creature hesitate. England couldn’t blame him: pilgrims, misfits, and slaves that have been alone a few generations are hardly a platform for greatness. Why, the most solid thing about this child- this inkling of an idea- was those vivid blue eyes, and even they were only alight with hope. Hope, nothing but possibilities, an easily crushed rebellion of thought: that was what his existence clung to. He was an unsteady idea and nothing more.
“… yes… I think I am.”
His answer was as timid as his people’s belief in him. England stepped closer, a move of power, driven by his anger in this bunch of colonists, and their vapid avatar.
“You are loyal to the British Empire.”
It was not a question and, yet, the wretched thing hesitated again. Not a moment spared, England backhanded it; the new nation did not cry out as he fell down, and returned to where he belonged.
“You are loyal.” England repeated. He did not bend down to the mulatto’s level. He knew his place.
An immediate answer was given, and it was the strongest one. England had come the closest to smiling since he stepped down from the ship, and saw this wraith- the imagination of small disobedient children. He had not been concerned at the change in tone when the young man faced opposition. Because England had not seen unity in that yes: he had seen submission. A ragtag bunch of colonies playing at global politics was no threat! This thing, this broken, wretched, weak nation who stands on hope and separation would never last. And England had known, in every fiber of what made his own power possible, that he would smother this “nation”. Crush any ideas of parting from his Empire by destroying their false idol.
“Remember that.”
England was going to make the young man’s life a short one. Of this, he had had no doubt.
*                                                  *                                                          *
“Ig. Iggy. Igland! Hey!!”
England’s head snaps up. “What?”
“I was waiting for you. C’mon! What’re you thinkin’ ‘bout?” The nation leans effortlessly against the lounge table England is sitting at. He moves with the assured confidence of an international superpower. His darker complexion is a mark of immigrants, of differences; things that make him strong inside and out. His vivid blue eyes are alight with the faith of millions.
“Nothing important…”
America towers over England.
“Then hurry up!”
“Fine… fine.”
America shifts off the table with a grin. He does not attempt to help England. He knows his place.


I’m fucking tired. I’m tired of the rivalry between Bumbleby shippers and Blacksun. Rwby has never really been inherently romantic. Does this mean I no longer ship Bumbleby/Whiterose/etc? No but does this mean I am going to hate on any character? Again hell no. Sun is doing his best okay? We know this from season 1. He’s a helpful monkey boy, he believes that Blake is a cool beautiful person. He doesn’t dig around in her feelings and let’s things go as they may. At the moment that’s probably why Blake feels safe with him right now. Blacksun does have the strongest possibility of being canon, why? Because of inherently straight RT creators. However this does not mean that Sun needs hate or that Bumbleby is an irrelevant ship. But at this point. I DON’T CARE. 

Blake is going to spend yet another season as our Angsty kitty that runs away..

With possibly her family? and Sun? I have hopes that Blake is going to get some character deveopement and possibly growing a backbone before her meeting up with Adam.

….OR Not. Please help out our Kitty please. And y’all please chill. Blacksun bros and my fellow Bumbleby baes. Can we not just band together to protect our faunus daughter?

anonymous asked:

Top 5 favourite Jo/Nate moments?

I’m not going to include anything that’s happened at the World Cup because I feel like I’ve talked about it too damn much so. Juniors Jo/Nate moments:

1. Winning the Memorial Cup…….

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what i really want to see from pokemon sun and moon is the slightest bit of realism. i can already tell that they’re doing that from the fact that there’s parked cars and a city hall and rocks that are way bigger than you (which makes the whole “you need a pokemon to go through here!” thing muuuuch more understandable). i think that by putting more things from real life into the game, we can feel more immersed! people have thought of these things before. pokemon shelters! service pokemon!!! miltank farms??? archaeological sites to search for fossil pokes??? and like, you know how pokemon subspecies became such a popular thing? that’s pretty much what they’re doing with the alola forms! real life animals have different variants, why not pokemon?

i was a tad worried when they said that there won’t be any gym leaders, but after playing the demo i’m definitely not as worried. i think there’s going to be just as much battle as there would be in the previous games, they’re just adding a few more things to break the monotony. the photography trial sorta reminds me of yo-kai watch, actually.

all in all, i’m slightly more hyped for sun and moon than i was before (which was a lot). i love how cheesy and over-the-top the z-moves are (look at that pose!!!), i love how silly team skull is (look at their shocked faces!! look at em!!!) i really do hope that they will continue to add a few more touches of realism and personality into pokemon.

bbshitpostreacts: s01e01

this is late but….. 

oi shakespeare calm thy tit

party dont start til i walk in

“o im not a model the camera just turned on by itslelf” 


HOw do u fuck up so badly

tanaka: bitch dont take my tea

isn’t that the servant’s entrance

he’s so emo jfc

the stakel

o syes shit stian lookin good

i just


sebstain what kind of demon r u if u dont eat the guy 

*future diary flashbacks*

he looks so done, i need this for reaction image purposes

so that’s the full episode and this was a LONG post that i had to cut down bc tumblr wouldn’t let me post, so it’s probably gonna be shorter next time… yea das it. bye.

  • me://sits by myself in a coffeeshop, staring pensively out the window
  • stranger://notices me
  • I wonder what she must be thinking about. What aspects of her life she is turning over in her head. Is she worrying about the future? Or is she reflecting on the past? Is she missing an old lover? Or is she waiting for her current one, now? Ah, human life is indeed vibrant and mysterious.
  • me://thinking
  • One of the Templars' greatest proofs to solidify their conviction in their Order is the fact that so many Assassins -- Al Mualim, Shay Cormac, Duncan Walpole, Baptiste -- all abandoned the Assassins' Brotherhood in favour of the ideals of the Templar Order.
  • However, what people tend to overlook is the fact that Arno Dorian -- who was raised by a Templar Grand Master, was in love with a Templar, and initially viewed the Assassins' Brotherhood simply as a means to an end; who was banished and rejected by his Brothers whom he served loyally for years -- ended up returning to join the Brotherhood and rose in their ranks to earn the title of Master Assassin.
  • Despite having an unbiased, outsider's perspective on the Templar-Assassin war; despite being fully aware that good and evil existed on both sides of the conflict; despite having a positive impression of the Templar Order, Arno still returned to serve the Brotherhood. Because he was convinced that the way of the Assassins was the correct path.