#olere

[apex-rent-a-fence-real]

youre seriously telling me that olere isnt a word?

[tours-from-krakow-blog]

This is the #painting by former #Sonderkommando prisoner David #Olere - his 18 paintings enriched the Auschwitz #Memorial Collections. The paintings schows his traumatic experiences from the shadow of crematorium chmneys. Whole #collections of his work is available to see in Auschwitz #Museum. The best option to see this place is krakowdirect.com/auschwitzdirect.com There are options to take private #Auschwitz Tour or Group Tour. (w: Auschwitz/Birkenau bezoeken)

[atunbiphotographer]

#olere looking #amazingly #gorgeous we did the #weddingphotography & #cinematography for this #beautiful event #weddingplanning by @oakenevents #photography by #atunbi for #theatunbiexperience #edobride #lagoswedding #nigerianwedding #nigerianweddingpictures (at Lekki Phase 1.)

[the-adamant]

[sad rp starters] "Just leave me behind."

Sad Starters

Such words of a game relayed from one pair of lips to another spawn from voices of the torn and tired; collectively strung together with a single and solemn implication in mind, it ignites nothing larger than the mere kindle of desensitized panic within him-- jaded from a conditioning so unfortunately frequent and occurring in his life too many times for him to recall of properly. In his palms, he tightly grips at the handles of his swords, knuckles stained over by scuffed skin and maroon having turned white as consequence of disappointment that continues to inflate underneath the gear of leather strapping on his chest.

He is admittedly baffled by what the blond implores, as the statement clicks with a different conformation to Levi's processing mind; the plea is not a plea of selfless sacrifice and consent he be left behind, however--

"Hey."If you want to confess something, say it straight out, otherwise no one's going to understand you."

With burning fatigue that courses through his very veins, the captain slumps to sit on trodden grass and rests his hands upon bent knees at his sides. The once immaculate field by his witness now damaged by the struggle of an ending with nothing gained but loss itself provides an eerie sense of calming, and silver irises of an exhausted gaze allow the contrast of a sea of green and the splattering of maroon similar to that upon his knuckles to fill his vision in silence.

He then allows his visual field to focus upon the blond who lies on such mangled ground, body so beaten and blood-stained by a red that does not evaporate. "Empty statements are shit when you don't have any say in returning in one piece or not. When you have a squad of people willing to run through Hell and back at the second you bark the order waiting for you, it's your obligation to them to stay alive. If they wait on anyone to return, it's you."

Deft and experienced hands retrieve the signal flare pistol hung on his belt, and he loads the barrel before pulling the trigger to shoot a ribbon of red in sky overhead. "Whatever you do, don't sleep. Sniff out the hundred different species of plants around you or something until help arrives."The pistol is pocketed, and the raven faces the hound with sympathy lined in the crease of knit brows."You're not allowed to give up. Not while you still have the ability to say that you have."

[orderandsophism]

[[ distraction ]]

It wasn't often that Erwin found himself driven to distraction by the stinging bite of alcohol, and had spent the better part of the evening nursing a number of warm bourbons while contemplating his navel, managing to ignore the rather cacophanous rucks of Hanji inciting the others into inebriate antics.

The disheveled brunette knew better than to attempt to engage the commander when he was in one of these rare moods, and sagely decided to keep herself and the others away to give him space, but her circumspection only managed to have the opposite effect of making him feel rather left out and he rose to leave.

Instead of stumbling home, however, Erwin decided that the fresh air might help him gain some lucidity, but inexplicably found himself back at his office. But adjacent to his, the door to Mike's was closed, the warn, dim light of a waning candle seeping through the bottom of his door, indicating his presence, and Erwin toddled over to rap a thick knuckle against the wood and announce himself.

"Mike," he moaned, leaning his face against the door. "Mike, open the door. Miiiiiiiiiike!"

[commanderofblood]

♪

♪ = Down on the corner - Creedence Clearwater Revival.

You don’t need a penny just to hang around,but if you’ve got a nickel, won’t you lay your money down?over on the corner there’s a happy noise.people come from all around to watch the magic boy.

He arrives, his uniform just ironed, second hand but clean as new. It knows of battles and he hopes it will hold as much as it did with his previous wearer -Below him, in the very ground he walks, his father watches his steps-

The first kid he sees is so tall everyone gathers around and Erwin isn’t the exception. An cosy house, a warm hug, fresh grass and the smile the other flashes briefly is all it took to Erwin to try befriend the huge kid. 

He moves him to talk, it has been a while since another child makes him just want to behave his age.

"Hey, I’m Erwin" he salutes, the blue eyes darker than his own, like a brother -like the one he never had-  "what’s your name?"