"Tourism kills the city"
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"Tourism kills the city"
Seen in Barcelona
so i did the math and
213. like magma through the leaves (Tales of Arcadia)
Title: like magma through the leaves Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35376217 Platform: AO3 Creator: YellowMagicalGirl Work Type: Fanfic Fandom: Tales of Arcadia Rating: T Pairing: Bellroc/Nari Word count: 632 Warnings: Abuse, Burns, Bruises Number of comments: 0 Completion Status: Complete Short summary/description: It's not like Bellroc wants to burn Nari; they just make mistakes sometimes.
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If Nari kept leaving to the woods, well, the three of them had always needed their space. Every so often, they would sneak off to be alone. (Or in Nari's case, to try and play with human children, ones who had hopefully not yet learned hatred. In the past they would have been tempted to steal away a wizard child and the Order could raise them as their champion. Not anymore. Not after Morgana.) (Not with how many mistakes Bellroc was making. Nari could withstand them, but a child who had not yet achieved immortality?) Nari had been needing their space more and more lately. They broke the kiss and, eyes still closed, began to rise off of Bellroc's lap. Bellroc gripped the base of the Nari's antler with one hand and Nari's wrist with the other. Their grip was tight enough that if Nari had blood surely they would have bruises, but that wasn't what made her whimper with pain. It was the near-branding intensity of the heat beneath Bellroc's hands. They began to collapse back into Bellroc's lap. As they did, Bellroc's hands flew to Nari's shoulders, the excess heat gone from them.
Bérurier Noir - Vive le feu (1985)
this is the new meaning of my life.
Un gars croisé ce soir dans le métro de Montréal, station Laurier. #beruriernoir #béru #punk #frenchpunk #punkrock #bxn #fzm #azm #recordlabel #vinyl #recordcollector #subway #montreal #instagood #photooftheday #picoftheday #fashion #diy #swag #hashtagdecrevard #alterno #keupon #punx #sonimpur
Bérurier Noir - Petit agité (1985)