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Miliarder Indonesia Sukanto Tanoto Beli Hotel Termahal di China Seharga Rp 3,7 Triliun

Sukanto Tanoto Beli Hotel Termahal di China – Perusahaan milik miliarder kertas Indonesia, Sukanto Tanoto, yakni Pacific Eagle Real Estate telah membeli sebuah hotel mewah di Shanghai dari pengembang Tiongkok yang mengalami kekurangan dana. Melansir Forbes, Kamis (4/1/2024) perusahaan perhotelan tersebut bernama Dalian Wanda Group. Akuisisi ini seiring dengan perluasan investasi properti oleh…

[debullsid]

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[trabasanoffical]

(via Kisah Carlos Slim Mantan Dosen yang Menjadi Miliarder Meksiko)

Sebelum menjadi miliarder Carlos Slim merupakan asisten pengajar kursus linier dan aljabar, dengan memiliki otak bisnis yang kuat akhirnya ia mulai berdagang saham dan menjadi broker hingga berani merambah keindustri lain. Berkat kerja keras dan perjuangannya akhirnya membuahkan kesuksesan dan memiliki lebih dari 220 perusahaan diseluruh tanah air. Ingin tahu kisah lengkapnya ? Cari tahu kisahnya pada artikel berikur.....

[emvisual]

Ayer fue el día de la poesía.

Este es un libro casi infinito de poemas. Son 10 sonetos, y cada uno de los versos esta en un tira. De modo que cada verso se puede combinar con los de los otros sonetos.

El número total de combinaciones posibles que contiene el libro es de 10 elevado a 14, es decir, cien mil millones de poemas distintos (igual hay que afinar un poco la matemática de esa afirmación, hay líneas que se superponen).

Es un libro del escritor francés Raymond Queneanu, que se titula Cent mille miliards de poémes. Editado en 1960.

[dragaica]

i just realised a person i met irl im mutual w on here, i feel like i read their diary...

[vincentem]

naprawdę uwielbiam jak ludziom się wydaje że jestem arogancki i nie obchodzi mnie co się dzieje, a ja po prostu mam ✨autyzm✨

[mihaicioranu]

[witekspicsbanknotes]

One billion dollars fancy note with D. Trump.

[generasbir]

Tidak lama lagi perusahaan Elon Musk Uji coba Tanam Chip pada manusia 2023 ini

Selama Datang di Teknologi.

Miliarder Elon Musk mengatakan chip yang dikembangkan salah satu perusahaannya, Neuralink, akan memulai tes klinis terhadap manusia.

Selengkapnya klik disini.

Jaga kesehatan so hati-hati jangan cepat mengambil keputusan.

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ROMÂNIA VA CONSTRUI SPITALE NOI DIN BANI EUROPENI. INVESTIȚIILE DE 5,8 MILIARDE DE EURO CUPRINSE ÎN PROGRAMUL SĂNĂTATE 2021–2027

ROMÂNIA VA CONSTRUI SPITALE NOI DIN BANI EUROPENI. INVESTIȚIILE DE 5,8 MILIARDE DE EURO CUPRINSE ÎN PROGRAMUL SĂNĂTATE 2021–2027

Este pentru prima oară când România are un Program dedicat exclusiv sănătății. Programul Sănătate va crea o sinestezie la nivelul investițiilor în sistemul medical, ce va aduce spitale nou construite, instruirea personalului medical, asistența prespitalicească și spitalicească și dezvoltarea de noi tehnologii în domeniu. Investiții pentru 3 spitale regionale, cel puțin 7 spitale județene noi sau…

[sleep-deprived-gamer]

Są takie thinspø, które widziałem tu miliard razy.

Są takie thinspø, które żyją rent-free w mojej głowie.

Są takie thinspø, którymi się stanę.

[chiakixn]

✩ a/n: =⁠_⁠=⁉️⁉️ NOT FINISHED!!!.... PLEASE STOP READING THIS ONG

word count ﹕miliard

— cw; nsfw, semi public, modern school au, enemies to lovers,

— CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. PROCEED ON YOUR OWN.

✧ top!SCARAMOUCHE x fem!reader

you still have no idea how you ended being fucked by scaramouche in detention room. you were wondering if it was reality or one of your naughty dreams whilst his fingers were playing with your breasts and his cock was filling your hole.

but how did it happen? you didn't like him at all. scaramouche and you were two different worlds — you were part of the school council and one of the nicest students in your college while he was one of those who always were in detention.

it all started when it was your turn to stay with students who ended in detention. you despised this idea of staying late in school because someone broke its rules. it wasnt something impresing when you saw tartaglia, sighnora and scaramouche already sitting in a small room but this time it was only one of them. and among all of them he was one that you hated the most ─ scaramouche. he was really annoying you.

you sat at the teacher's desk and started scrolling through social media on your phone. suddenly scaramouche spoke.

< you're really not interested where sighnora and childe are? > he smirked while looking at you.

< would you mind repeating? i didn't care enough to hear what were you saying > you raised your eyebow but didn't bother looking at him.

< aw, how cute! our dear y/n is deaf now! what are we going to do? > he tried to make you focus on him but you certainly didn't care. Instead of repeating yourself or talking back to him you kept silent and started scrolling through your phone yet again. The room was full of silence now. you were pretty happy with yourself after making him shut his mouth.

the silence didn't last for long. after a while scaramouche hungry for attention decided to start talking again.

< i don't think you're that stupid to think that they shouldn't be here today. > you raised your head just to see his cocky smile.

< why can't you just wait for the end of the detention? it's not that hard. > he made you mad again.

< i hate when you are talking. > you continued. scaramouches small smile faded. instead, he was laughing now.

< hm? you didn't tell me to keep my mouth shut.> you couldn't last his laugh either. he made your blood boil.

< what's so funny about it? stop laughing. > you knew that he won't stop talking, but you tried your best to make him silent. scaramouche rose from his seat.

< only if you ask for it. > you couldn't take him seriously, but his words made your cheeks red. scaramouche was getting nearer and closer. your eyes following a young man who was moving towards you. his hands reached out to the teacher's desk behind where you were sitting.

< or maybe you don't want me to shut up, huh? > he finally got your attention after all those unsuccessful attempts. one of his hands moved towards your shoulder which was covered with a jacket made from silk fabric.

< don't you think that's kind of pathetic? > his smile getting even bigger than before. he was so confident in front of you. it felt like he was treating you like a worm or some kind of insect which couldn't stand against a someone like him.

< not only you're acting like you despise me but also after i stand in front of you can't formulate one complete sentence. you're so desperate for me, aren't you? > your mind was full of his voice, it felt like he was brainwashing you, moreover, it made your heart beat faster. you were claiming that you hated him, but now? you were falling for him even more with every second of his presence.

< i-im not > a faint colour rises to your cheeks. you were trying to hide it, but your desperate efforts weren't enough for him not to see the giant red blush on face of yours. it made you embarrassed, because how pathetic it would be to admit that you could possibly like him a bit

< you're not? really? because i can say something different from just seeing your face, being so cute, so down for me > scaramouche being playful wasn't something new for you, in fact he was doing it almost every time he interacted with you.

< quit talking like this to me. > you dared to open your mouth, but it was meaningless because scaramouche pulled it towards his own lips leaving a small amount of space between you and him making you panic instantly. you also lied. you wanted him to degrade you endlessly while he's making you feel good.

< look at me. > you couldn't resist his commands, but only mindlessly following his orders. making eye contact with him made you melt. you once again tried to say something, but your lips touched him causing a kiss. and it wasn't scaramouche who kissed you, but you - when you didn't notice you slightly slipped towards him. you weren't going to lie that you didn't enjoy kissing him.

after a few seconds, you moved against him. you found yourself unable to look at him in the eye, not to mention even daring to raise tour voice, because you were scared. scared that he would say things that you didn't want to hear. scared that he would leave you.

< how is that? you're kissing me now? after all these promises that you could never like me? that's so comic, don't you think? > his eyes track lower until he sees your naked neck. he immediately started placing small kisses which made you whine. you thought he was going to go further, but he was holding from his actions, waiting for your answer.

< i... maybe do like you after all. > you confessed to him. scaramouche smirked at your words once again, because who wouldn't? miserable little whore you were for him thinking he could want you. the feeling of scaramouche's hot breath on your bare skin was making you wet. he returned to kissing and sucking your neck again to leave marks.

he began taking off your jacket which was followed by undoing buttons on your shirt. he could already see your bra through a half-transparent shirt. everything was happening too fast for you to proceed. he kissed you on your lips, sliding his tongue in and exploring your mouth like crazy. your thoughts about tasting him were getting out of hand. your bra looked like it was asking for taking it off, so scarmouche did. it felt like he was listening to all of your desperate fantasies, all thing that you wanted him to do, all thing you wanted to hear and feel. your boobs were begging him to suck on them, touch them, lick them and much more.

he had never hesistated before taking any actions, just like this time, he knew that you wanted all of this - every single thing that he was going to do to you. you are making him feel powerful and that's why he decided to fuck the living shit out of you. he wanted to see you begging him for more, crying for him to stop, screaming his name out loud so everyone would know that who's making you feel so good and how you're not that innocent as everyone thought you are.

< you're such a dirty little slut. if you want me to do something to such a helpless, weak body then beg for it > he whispered right into your ear. that's what you wanted to hear from him. going back was not included right now. his hands were resting on your hips, awaiting for your answer.

< please... just touch me already > you said it as quietly as you could. you were embarrassed from asking him for such a thing. your hands wrapped around his torso and you hid your head in a small gap between both of you.

< say it once again loud and clear then i'll consider it > he slid his fingers under your short skirt, his thumb circling on your clothed cunt.

< can you please touch my body > you asked him once again. you hoped that this made him happy and to your surprise it did. he

[oc-otazkovnik]

Dobrý den, vespolek

Jakožto člověk s miliardou OCček a neustálým nutkáním o nich nezavřít zobák hodně frekventuju blogy jako @ocquestionaday, @oc-dev, @ocwonderland a @ocprompts. Pro ty, kdo je neznají, jejich smysl v podstatě spočívá v tom, že semo tamo zveřejní příspěvek s otázkou, která má lidem pomoct rozvíjet jejich postavy. A protože si poslední dobou na čumblr dost všímám lidí píšících o svých postavách, řekla jsem si, že by bylo fajn taky mít něco takového, ale naše.

Otázky mi prosím posílejte do ask boxu, můžou být samozřejmě česky i slovensky. Až jich budu mít nasbíraných dost, budou se zveřejňovat jednou až dvakrát za den. Je možné, že se občas budou opakovat protože si nepamatuju 😔

Pokud víte o podobném blogu pro jiné jazyky, dejte mi prosím vědět :3

Přeji hodně zábavy

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Eyes open: Jason Todd x banshee!reader part 2

part 1: not an average girl.

dedication: this is for my long anon, obviously ;) :*

warnings: some easter eggs, cause it's not only dc x reader, but also marvel x reader :D

***

We live in times plagued by an epidemic of loneliness.

8 miliard people in the world and yet - so many of them keep on carrying the weight of their own troubles by themselves, not having a single person to talk to.

8 miliard people and more often than not, even those who are surrounded by people on every day basis feels like they have no one they could truly trust and open up to.  

And Y/N felt it too.

Even when living in her little town where everyone knew everyone.

So once she moved to New York, which was like a whole new world and seeing the see of people, the lights and neons and commercials on every corner, the cars and underground and having to deal with to many things and stimuli all at one, almost gave her anxiety.

But she was strong, she had to push through and try and figure out who she was and - hopefully - what was her place in the world.

And that was why she choose the big apple.

***

Her conversation with her mum was not as bad as she might have expected, but also - the topic of the discussion couldn’t be further from normal.

A banshee.

She was a freaking banshee, also known as the messenger of the death.

Definitely every young woman’s dream, right?

And - classic - no one bothered to inform her about it and she had to find out from some dying talking wolf.

Y/N could barely remember the walk from forest to home, believing what happened to her was just a crazy dream, from which she would wake up any second and end up laughing about whatever her tired, stressed mind have been producing.

But this was not a dream, it was reality.

And even thought she didn’t look like an Irish demon there was still something in her blood that give her some special abilities.

In other words - she was a freak.

„Y/N! Just calm down!” her mother cried out, seeing Y/N’s pale face and trembling hands. In return she got a desperate half-chuckle, half-sob and spilled cup of tea. „Look, I had no idea you will be the gifted one and -”

„gifted? How is that gifted?! It’s more like a curse.

„Y/N--”

„don;t Y/N me!”

„oh, please” her mother almost rolled her eyes at Y/N’s distress. „You make a fuss about something you have no idea about and --”

„I have no idea.” the girl interrupted „because someone kept it a secret from me-”

„Told you I had no idea that it would be you who -”

‘but you knew it was a general possibility!!”

„I was lucky enough for the mutation to omit my generation-”

„Lucky?! So you’re admitting it is in fact a curse!”

„could you please stop yelling?” her mother stood up abruptly and moved to close the door shut. „they don;t need to know.” she was obviously referring to Y/N’s stepdad and stepsister.

 „How?! Why?! What else don’t I know?!Is there a vampire in the family as well? Or- maybe you’ll tell me that grandma was a werewolf?!”

„This is not a freaking twilight Y/N! Or whatever other teenage movie you have watched!”

„But sure as hell is starts to remind me of teen wolf!”

„Stop screaming!”

„No, you stop screaming!”

The truth was, that they were both screaming at each other and closed door did nothing to muffle the sounds. The voices were echoing through the entire house, even though the individual words were incomprehensible. (luckily for the rest of the household).

„Just say it, you were ashamed you had a daughter with some mutation!”

„For the third time - I didn’t know!I had my suspicions it could be you but-”

„You what?” Y/N;s voice got way more hurt and angered, all the emotions escaped from her like from a popped balloon after hearing this half-sentence. „Mum....”

„I’m sorry, sweetie...” her mother grabbed both of her hands squeezing them reassuringly, trying to make Y/N look into her eyes „I truly am, I should have told you about family blood, but I wanted to protect you....”

„Classic excuse.” the girl muttered

„classic excuse of a concerned parent.”

„i;m not a kid anymore! I’m 17! Almost 18!”

„you were not ready for it, Y/N.”

„well now I have to confront this crazy reality without any previous preparation! God, mum! It’s like waking up one day bleeding from the uterus without knowing what period is!”

„Did you just compared being a banshee to menstruation?” her mother chocked on the tea,

„I did not --oh...” her eyes grew wide „oh, damn, I did” she chuckled once, then twice and before she noticed, both she and her mother were laughing out loud about quite unfortunate parallel, the tension gone almost instantly.

„so what now?” the girl asked after a moment

„What do you mean?”

„dunno. You tell me. Do I get some training or something? How do I control it?”

„You don’t.”

„I don’t?!”

Her mother only shook her head.

„It’s not like in the movies or in the books. There is no magic switch that allows you to just turn it off or on. You just have to explore it by yourself.”

„are you sure there’s no instruction manual?”

„definitely not. It;s an individual matter and you have to find your own path” her mother just said

„Well, for the whole not-a-movie line of thinking, this one sentence kind of broke the whole argumentation....”

***

Her own path.

Since, technically speaking she still felt like a freak, it got the wheels in her brain turning.

What was the best place to find out herself and get to learn how to live with her so called gift?

What was the only city that could possibly accept another enhanced human?

Where on Earth she would both fit in the crowd and got space for pursuing the individuality?

Well-

She’s always been a fan of the Avengers....

***

New York.

To quote the classic: concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

Mhm. Right.

But before you reach your mental Empire State building, you have to adjust and become a countryman starting from learning the right accent ending on the skill of stopping the cabs in the never ending traffic and crowd.

18 year old girl living alone in a foreign city.

So many things could go wrong.

But for the first time in her life she felt like she was the one making choices and taking control of her own life. Freaking powerful feeling. And hey! She was a banshee! A literal banshee so everyone better make way cause here she comes!

Being smart and resourceful she got into NYU on R&D and technology faculty and all signs in heaven and earth was showing that she was on the highway to an internship at Stark Industries. If only it wasn’t for this little nerd named Peter Parker.... She could feel something was off with him.

***

So, generally speaking, life was good.

Except for the loneliness. The worst kind of it, loneliness in the crowd when on one hand you feel like  a part of buzzing life and estranged and cut out from society on the other.

But with 8 miliard people in the world, almost 19 millions in NY you just got to keep your eyes open.

***

They first met in the pots and pans section of the supermarket.

She was looking at an air fryer placed at the top that came with the Iron Man puzzle gift set.

Even though she was taller than most of her peers, she couldn't reach it. To hell with high store shelves!

Just as she was about to take a quick trip to shoe shop just to buy a pair of high heels for help, a pair of strong arms appeared in front of her and handed her the air fryer she wanted.

She took it dully, her eyes following those arms once more, her mind restless.

It was another air fryer, different in that the other one came with the Captain America puzzle gift set.

Before she knew it, she was giving a thumbs up.

Just then, he looked over at her.

The first thing she noticed was how handsome he was, and the second thing made her chuckle because he gave her a thumbs up as well. Talk about modern communication where gestures serves as words,.

"You have good taste," he told her, along with a devilish grin, that only confirmed her belief he gave her the star spangled man piece on purpose.

„considering what I was going for - definitely.” she laughed „but thank you either way.”

„wait.” he made a funny face „you’re not actually telling me you prefer the guy with money and technology over the actual hero.”

She smirked. It was no secret that there has always been a bit of civil war between Tony’s and Steve’s fans.

„And what if I do?” Y/N teased, shocked by her own boldness.Maybe the city was having bigger effect on her than she previously thought.

She smirked. It was no secret that there has always been a bit of civil war between Tony’s and Steve’s fans.

„And what if I do?” Y/N teased, shocked by her own boldness.Maybe the city was having bigger effect on her than she previously thought.

'There are so many wrong things with that sentence" the guy rolled his eyes, almost as if he got some first hand experience with billionaire heroes/vigilantes "I suppose I’ll have to convince you you’re wrong?”

„Huh! Classic mansplaining?”

„Say, would you like a cup of coffee? My treat." he raised an eyebrow and she hesitated. After all he was a stranger. „Backing down from a challenge, princess?”

„Oh it’s on!” he was a stanger and she was a banshee. If anyone would feel upcoming tragedy it would definitely be her.

Yeah... you just gotta keep your eyes open.

Out of all the places in the world - Jason and Y/N’s story began in a small household appliances department.

....

[mihaicioranu]