>>/42603/
Because sometimes the faces are a little similar.
The ones you put out are the same face. (and it's logical - the living model with which it was all probably only one)
This is the era of early Photoshop or even before Photoshop.
Then what are the years? Are you getting historical photos? That is, at least until the 90s, in the 90s Photoshop was already there. What did it say "on the tag"?
>>/42620/
Fuck i'm self i'm has, but with face, head. If cut-off head - a thrash we got. Give with face?
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Steal, bet, DracoMulfoy, Quidic, socks
Uncle Vernon's sock
From the series The Secret Life of Hogwarts
Ron Weasley came up with a clever plan. Three hours before the decisive match with Slyzerin, the players of the Grifindor team tied Potter and opened his chest. Harry was writhing on the bed, hissing, swearing... To keep him out of the way, he was gagged with Uncle Vernon's leaky sock. But the players weren't interested in the Boy Who Survived. They were looking for a pot of luck, Felix Felice, which Sliznort presented to Potter. Everyone got a drop. They took a gag out of Harry, pinched their nose and dripped on their tongue. Everyone was bound by a circular bond.
Contrary to predictions, Grifindor won, and a terrible secret was revealed. It turns out that the Weasley brothers a week before the match made a magical bet with the Slytherins on the winner. The self-confident slugs arrogantly agreed; they also sneered, saying that Grifindor would smell like dragon dung. How they miscalculated! Ron, as a generator of winning tactics, dictated a demand to the losers. No one was surprised that the catcher of the Slyserin team had to take off. Weasley ordered a striptease performed by the hated Ferret. The Grifindorians whispered and “only for their own” that in the evening it was necessary to gather in a secret hall. Naturally, the whole of Hogwarts and even ghosts came to the secret place. The professor paled, but saved before a magical bet: neither ban, nor hide, nor ban the audience. Dumbledore’s eyes darkened, and a huge hammer struck a panic around his temples: “Everything is gone!” Striptease at school... This is Azkaban, this is a Dementor kiss. It's surveillance. It's all gone! Anything that's been gained by overwork is a red Weasley. Damn puberty! My glory, my plans, my Wisengamot... My boy! Lucious will go to death. So to glorify the only heir of the family. The war will start without Tom. Everything is gone, everything is gone... Oh, poor, poor Albus