#GG: AgA

[inofficial-gefragt-gejagt]

Auf Twitter geht es schon um, also nun auch hier:

Wir bekommen unsere eigene Version von Beat The Chasers!

[dandonoriginal]

Ghost Grappler

Berawal dari gelisah karena masih pingin single speed cuman masih kurang sreg kalo dipakai di Surly Disc Trucker. Guatel pingin Steamroller, warna kuning cuantek pool. Sercing2 lah tu persepedaan. Gagal fokus bet hari ini, tapi untung masih produktip ngelarin banyak shot. Mana di chat HR juga untuk kontrak baru.

Nah, keinget sama frame yang disebutin mas ijul "Ghos Grappler", ketrigger nyari di utube mtb btm, munculah channel Batam MTB Explore. Seru ne pool mblusuk2 hutan, naik turun bukit. Secara kontur dan wilayah pulau Batam yang seuprit gini kalo road jelas bosyen. Beda kalo di sumatra / jawa, bisa main jauh2 dan seru. Nah di sini, seputeran tok habis, ketambahan kok yo gak mikir. Mosok mau sepedahan sendiri, jelas bakal bosen dan bakal jadi sarang laba2 itu sepeda.

Brosing sana sini selain otak juga berseliweran kudu kerja. Gas lah nanya, tuker ga jadi pesen DT, di tuker ama steamroller awalnya. Nah karena nemu channel tadi, terus kalo di sercing anak2 fixe juga rata2 para remaja. Duh, kok aga ga masuk kayaknya ya kounitasnya ama saya yang udah bapak2 gini. GG juga kayak nya masih oke2 aja kalo di gas utuk turing dan di jalan, udahlah sikat.

Beok eksekusi ini transfer, alamat megap2 ini sampai thr turun mungkin. Gatel pingin beli moloko bar juga, males kalo pakai drop.

[leatherbookmarking]

210613 lhk weibo update

[capriciouschocoberry]

Hello good day my mutuals I’m being dramatic getting over my crush as if I’m getting over a breakup

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Hello, I can't tell if your request are open or not if they are can I request Gil-Galad x Gn Reader fluff where they are on a picnic and it starts raining, and they end up dancing in the rain.

if your requests are closed I totally understand if you don't write this and sorry to waste your time.

Dearest anon, I'll be away for a week from now on, but I have tried to write you something before leaving...

I have to say that I know nothing about GG, so thank you @sorisooyaa and @eunoiaastralwings for brainstorming with me and giving me all those amazing pointers.

Nonetheless, here's a short GG story for you anon 💖💖💖

Words: 1.5 k

Warnings: Canon ambiguity

Characters: GG x GN!reader

“What are you musing about, friend?” you asked gently as your companion’s mind seemed to drift far beyond the confines of the known world; you had known Gil-Galad for many years and you were well acquainted with the mystery surrounding his ancestry, so you were barely surprised by his falling into a quiet spell every so often.

Ereinion, a scion of kings, was troubled by too many ghostly relatives and too little familial safety. War and loss were threaded through his veins, loneliness and hereditary doom carved into his bones, and brazen courage shone from his depthless eyes, and yet, he was the kindest person you knew.

“Nothing that should perturb your peace, friend,” he replied with a smile that looked soft but was, in fact, but a thin layer of moss concealing the unyielding rock underneath.

“I am born of the union between foolhardy devotion and inescapable destiny,” he had once told you, “I am the result of the dichotomy of one who could not desist and one who could not go on; I am the glorious progeny of all the worlds and the beloved son of none.”

There was a stubborn, dignified solitude in him that wrought a halo of pale light around his flawless complexion; yes, the one you so cherished moved people’s hearts as much as he strengthened their arms.

Pushing the lovingly decorated containers full of dried fruit, nuts, and hard cheese towards his twitching hand, you waited for him to fully return to you.

Whenever your busy timetables allowed it, the two of you would have those little picnics to pretend that the world was not hanging by a thread, dangerously frayed and easily snapped.

“Thank you,” he breathed and held a particularly tasty morsel to your lips; for a High King, he was surprisingly humble and caring when alone, but then again, you had heard that most of them had been thus with their nearest and dearest.

He would always offer the choicest part to you before picking something for himself and – at least it seemed so to you – his self-possessed generosity only inspired more devotion and deference to those around him.

Sometimes you truly wondered if he remembered his parents and if he missed them; it was clear to you that he at least loved them enough not to betray their secrets, accepting to be the subject of more or less benign gossip. Did he yearn to take his questions and doubts to the benevolent wisdom of a father or the indulgent comfort of a mother?

You could only guess how many difficult and heart-wrenching worries weighed on his crowned head and you sorely regretted that you could not be of more help; many were the things you knew but, unfortunately, none would have been useful in the affairs Gil-Galad was preoccupied with.

For a few minutes, you just sat in silence, eating the various treats you had brought to delight and sustain you while you so rested – far away from mundane troubles – overlooking a realm over which he ruled with benevolent wisdom.

There were so many things you wanted to ask him, but you were not sure that he’d have the answers and – even if he did – whether he’d want to share them with you; your lives had been vastly different and yet, you had found solace and stability in each other, beyond all hope and against all odds.

Nonetheless, you couldn’t ignore the way his eyes kept roving reflexively; time and time again, he scanned the surroundings with sharp focus as if convinced that – as soon as he let his guard down – some unexpected and lethal attack would put your lives at risk.

“Peace, friend,” you cooed soothingly, “we are safe here.”

Of course, you couldn’t be sure of that, but the air was still and calm and your senses were filled with the beauty and the genuine kind-heartedness of your companion; there was no sense of danger or imminent threat crawling chillingly down your spine and so, you were content to simply enjoy the lazy afternoon for as long as you could.

Soon enough, reality with its hidden enemies and blatant perils would encroach upon your oasis of tranquillity, but – for now – you’d keep those ghosts at bay by the sheer intensity of your own willpower; it was a battle lost before it had even started, you realised, as you saw his mouth contract into a thin line of tired displeasure.

As if the king’s morose mood had bled out into the world, the sky now started to darken progressively and you looked up in almost dispassionate curiosity; you were generally not fond of rain and hence less than eager to be caught in a summer shower, even in the company of your most trusted and beloved friend.

Despite that thought, you made no move to vacate the premises as you picked out another treat and nibbled on it absent-mindedly.

“Ah, the weather is turning,” he declared in the ponderous tone of one who was used to lecturing in front of less perspicacious people.

“I had noticed,” you replied dryly and squeaked as the first drops – heavy and cold – started falling from the by now entirely leaden sky.

Your first instinct – hazy and burgeoning much too late to be anywhere near useful – was to run for cover or hasten back to the city but for some unfathomable reason, Gil-Galad spread his arms wide and stepped into the path of the watery onslaught.

For your comfort, you knew, he would have commanded the sky to withhold its tears if that had been within his might but – no matter what dead tree he was the last thriving branch of – stopping fire and flood in their tracks had never been counted amongst his mysterious ancestors’ prodigious powers.

It had been so long since the last time that you had seen him so relieved that you but sat and stared at the sweet, slow smile spreading over his grave face as he spun slowly in the rain; whatever sins and sorrows he had been burdened with from birth seemed to wash off and drain away into the welcoming bosom of the fertile earth he stood upon.

You were truly mesmerised by the spectacle; like a rare flower, Gil-Galad seemed to bloom, shedding the drab husk and constraining filaments of his kinghood to allow the secret light of his soul to shine through the opaque gloom of the rising storm.

“Come,” he invited, stretching out a steady hand, “let’s dance in the rain!”

For a moment, you hesitated, it sounded ridiculous and undignified to you to go sloshing around in the mud, but his grin was so bright and cheery that you found yourself scrambling up before your mind had even fully registered your decision to join him.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he promised – the words and the tone as familiar as your own heartbeat – and wrapped his own cloak around your shoulders, “let’s just enjoy this unspoiled moment of freedom…together.”

And so, you let yourself be slightly lifted from the swampy earth as he spun you around slowly; your hair fanned out like a pale sun of your own and you couldn’t help letting the giddy giggle, bubbling up in your throat, escape in a splash of sound disrupting the monotonous drumming of the rain.

As always, you were fascinated by Gil-Galad’s strength as he held you effortlessly aloft which was only accentuated rather than cancelled by how tender and gentle his touch was; many were those who equated power with violence and yet, you had never witnessed any display of potency that could compare to the decisive but utterly caring bearing of the one you adored.

“My liege,” you laughed as he guided you through a set of intricate steps – beautiful in a candle-lit hall and incongruous in a muddy meadow – while humming a melody that had not been heard since the loss of heroes and criminals only ever spoken of in hushed voices and behind the discreet screen of pale hands, “my king, we should go. It would not do for us to bring one another into disrepute.”

The clouds had been purged of their burden – released with such sudden fury – and were dispelling slowly overhead.

“Indeed,” he grinned, readjusting the borrowed garment and stroking the side of your neck with his thumb in passing, “let’s return.”

As you walked back to the city – every step underscored by wet, squishing, squelching sounds – he turned to you once more.

“Thank you for this,” he muttered, uncharacteristically subdued, “I needed a small escape. It’s easier to be me – truly me – when I am around you.”

Bowing your head in deference and gratitude, you gave his hand a last encouraging squeeze before stepping into the sphere of gravitas and political ambition once more; you knew what he meant and – if the consistently dropping temperatures were anything to go by – autumn was imminent.

The king and you would have more than enough opportunities to dance in the rain and forget all that had been and all that was still ahead of you – battles, losses, and monumental grief – in a handful of stolen moments in which only the fleeting present mattered.

So, I hope this was not too disappointing. It has - as always - been an honour to get requests and prompts!

Lots of love from me 💖

[bookscoffeethenyou]

Ang aga natin ma gg sa work. Buti na lang, gv tayoooo hahahhahahaha

[haveu-seenher]

Tinry namin mag-VC kaninang umaga. Kasi wala na syang pantawag sakin. Gwapo nya, noh? GG ko yan. Mahal ko yan. Mahal ako nyan. Miss ko na yan. Haaaay. Aga nya kasing natulog ngayon kasi masama pakiramdam nya. Baka stress na rin sakin kasi one week ko na syang inaaway dahil sa PMS ko. Haaaaay. Pero mahal ko talaga yan, legit.

[newstages-a-blog]

b*rian m*ay & l*ady g*aga: get pics together at the gg

brain: don’t say it....... please don’t say it

me: ALL WE HEAR IS!!! RADIO GA GA!!!

[tembakaupabrikanterbaik]

TERLARIS, Call/ WA 0895-2259-0922, Grosir Jual Tembakau Racikan

TERBUKTI, Call/ WA 0895-2259-0922, Grosir Jual Tembakau Racikan

KLIK https://wa.me/089522590922, Jual Tembakau Racikan Dunhil, Jual Tembakau Racikan Enak, Jual Tembakau Racikan Enak Di Surabaya, Jual Tembakau Racikan Filter, Jual Tembakau Racikan Gudang Garam,

Rasakan Tembakau Racikan Tingwe Dari Kami Dengan Karakter Yang Khas Dan Pstinya Halus Berkualitas

Apakah Anda Sedang Mencari Agen, Info, Distributor, Pusat, Grosir, Untuk jualan Tembakau Racik Tingwe?

Kami Siap Suplay Untuk Kapasitas Kecil, Sedang, Maupun Partai

Beberapa Pilihan Produk Tembakau Racikan Tingwe Kami : Gg Surya Filter, Gg surya Kretek, Samsu, Samsu Revil, Sampurna Mild, Sampurna Mild Mentol, L.a, L.a Mentol, Jarum Super, Jarum 76, Dunhil Black, Dunhil White, Aga Kretek, Black Capucino, Maknum, Inter, Diplomat, Malboro Merah, Malboro Hitam, Malboro Putih, Malboro Mentol

SAPUJAGAT TOBACCO

Jln Sidokalang . Ds Penompo Kecamatan Jetis MOJOKERTO Jawa Timur ( Dekat Lapangan ) Facebook : https://web.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100083833394467 Google Maps : https://goo.gl/maps/mSCFnDtZF4fBVQe66

#JualTembakauRacikanOnline, #JualTembakauRacikanOri, #JualTembakauRacikanPabrik, #JualTembakauRacikanRokok, #JualTembakauRacikanRokokSampurnaMild, #JualTembakauRacikanRokokSurya, #JualTembakauRacikanRasaDjiSamSoe, #JualTembakauRacikanRasaSampoernaMild, #JualTembakauRacikanRasaGudangGaram, #JualTembakauRacikanRasaMarlboro

[inofficial-gefragt-gejagt]

BIG NEWS INCOMING!

[hellsitegenetics]

genome THIS (pleag. it would make me happy):

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING JURGEN LEITNER GOD DAMN FOOL BOOK COLLECTING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING JURGEN LEITNER

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT JURGEN LEITENER I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP BOOKS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said jurgen leitners waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with jurgen leitner speaking one word in person on voice in podcast not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he collects books but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of creepypasta and wanted the irl version ill go ham

BETTER have had a book make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateJurgenLeitner

episodes not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his library and I lost it

where the fuck is jurgen leitner if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch leitner and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when jurgen died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true books

String identified:

T T TCG G T G A CCTG T ATG AT ATA TA T AATA T GGT C T CC AG T T C TCG G T

T G TA AT G T AT C A A C C T C A A T T T T A A ATA A A C A CA ACT T T T A AC A A T TTT A GT AA

at t gt t a a g a g t atg g t t gttg t ac

a t a t g t ag c cat t c t ta t a t t a a t atc t t aga t c g a t a t t t a

t at c. cct t a t a ca a ag

tt a c act t a t t c ta a a cata a at t g a

TT a a a a a a c t gg t a

aa.c/cgatgt

t at . ag t at t a a a t t

t c g t t a gg t at

ct a

c t a a a a tg a aat c g at t a tgat t a tat t a t at a t tt c act

t atg tatg at t t

t a at g g ca a t a

a c a a t a atg t a ct t t a a a c t

Closest match: Calendula officinalis genome assembly, chromosome: 11 Common name: Marigold

[iiyexnalang]

GG OH UMAGANG-UMAGA STR8 LOSE POTAH KASI ANG AGA AKO INUMPISAHAN E, AH NAKNAMPOTAH IYACC

[thebalancingyiingy]

My fam|ly g∅t extremely huge when | be©ame Vals Sn|ster and | just real|zed that | a|n’t even f∅ll∅w|ng her s∅n and daughter what am | d∅|ng?

Beenary, ∅n that th∅ught, w∅uld run an AMAZ|NG bl∅g.

[bookscoffeethenyou]

Aga nya mag chat kasi gg sya. Matapos ang paliwanag, nahimasmasan sya.

[rig0]

hi

ang aga ko umuwi kahit 10 am lang ako pumasok. nag one day hiring lang ako sa waltermart makati tapos mga 3 gg na agad dito sa bahay. eto gusto talaga gusto ko eh haha tho nag chat si crush kanina bat daw wala pa ako luh clingy. hindi kasi ako nagsabi sa kanila dahil cute ko eh chot. magandang hapon!

[newstages-a-blog]

thirtythreetm replied to your post “b*rian m*ay & l*ady g*aga: get pics together at the gg brain: don’t...”

legit what I had stuck in my head @ the video of rami approaching gaga ��

YES I JUST SAW THAT TOO ASKDKF;