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riddlesnap · 2 months ago

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"I'd like to talk about your childhood." Dr. Young said, shifting through her papers as she made herself comfortable on the other side of the desk. Oh boy, there she goes again with that question! Edward rolled his eyes, uncaring of how rude the gesture seemed. Dr. Young had asked it before, bringing up all sorts of unpleasant memories that he'd really prefer not to think about but unfortunately she was quite insistent about sticking her unwelcome nose into this particular subject like the stubborn cow she was. "Miserable. Next?" He answered without skipping a beat. Not for the first time did the good doctor's eye twitch and Edward felt a rush of pleasure upon seeing it. Dr. Young didn't like him, he could tell, and she really didn't enjoy their 'delightful' little sessions. Well, he didn't enjoy them either. Edward's only enjoyment came from knowing he was getting under her skin, holding onto the answers she so dearly wished to know. Her fingers clutched her precious papers that little harder, Edward barely able to resist smirking at the sound of them crumpling like her overinflated ego. "By all accounts that is where your fascination with riddles began. I believe discussing those years could explain your compulsive behavior." Edward sighed. She really thought she had him all figured out, didn't she? It could hardly be called compulsive doing what you loved - why, a pig like her wouldn't know happiness if it stared her in the face! "Very well... My father hated me. Always called me a moron." He started, inspecting his nails as Dr. Young scribbled away. "I see." She replied curtly, lips pressed into a thin line. Edward took her silence as a sign to elaborate, thankful she'd shut up at any rate. "I was determined to prove him wrong, so I entered a contest at school. A twenty dollar prize to the kid who could figure out an almost impossible logic problem. I won, of course." He added smugly, but his smile faltered as she spoke once again. "And that pleased your father?" Edward scoffed at her hopeful tone. Nothing pleased Nashton, not unless it was a stack of money to blow on booze and women.

"Hardly. He was convinced I had cheated. He kept yelling, "You must have cheated! Admit it, you moron! You cheated!" I swore I didn't, and he hit me for lying."

Sometimes he cursed having a photographic memory. Edward could remember it like it happened yesterday, years and years ago back when he was still in the fourth grade. He'd never been a popular kid. Most students ignored him if they weren't calling him names or sucking up to him to help them with their failing grades, all of which he took in stride until the day came when he won that prize. It had been the best Friday he could remember having for a long time. He could still remember Miss Dawson's pretty face beaming as she called out his name, asking him to come to the front of the class to received his well-earned prize. Most of the boys didn't care but some of the girls clapped politely, Edward taking the moment to bask in their shallow applause much like how a marine animal might enjoy bobbing about in low tides. More important than the adulation of his childish peers was the prize, money he very much needed for another purpose. Things at home had never been great but the last few months had been getting worse. His father was becoming grumpier, more surly as he went to work less and less these days. Edward had read the papers, learned how steel production was steadily moving overseas leaving Nashton's job threatened as cuts had to be made at the Sionis Steel Mill. That meant less money to go around, and more time his father spent home, sulking. Still, he felt light as a feather as he trotted home, the weight of that twenty dollar bill feeling like a million bucks in his pocket. So what if he'd cheated to get it? He'd won, proved himself smart in doing so, helping at home where Nashton proved a failure. Surely this would make his father appreciate him, no? Twenty dollars had to be worth something, right? Enough to cover a few meals at least. His fingers grabbed the door handle; Edward still remembered the stench of alcohol hitting his nose like Peterson's fist the other week during recess. Oh. Oh, his father was home. And he was drinking. Again. Entering the household with some trepidation, Edward followed his nose to the living room. Nashton was sat in his favourite chair like usual, surrounding by half a dozen beer bottles that was no doubt responsible for the unpleasant aroma wafting in their already dismal lodgings. "Look what I won at school, father! Remember that contest I was telling you about? I won it, and I won it all by myself!" Edward recalled, still feeling light and jaunty from the great day he'd had. He should have known it was too good to be true.

Nashton's dark, piggy eyes moved from the bottle he was nursing, now staring at him. "You cheated, you must have cheated! Admit it, you moron! You're a cheating piece of shit just like your whore of a mom!" Edward barely saw it coming, his father's hand moving too fast for his poor eyesight to register. Years of hard labour working at the Sionis Steel Mill had forged him into a formidable man capable of knocking a hardened thug on his ass. His ten year old son stood no chance, howling as he bounced off the wall. It wasn't the first time his father had hit him, used words no ten year old should know let alone hear but it was the first time he'd hurt him, really hurt him, physically and emotionally. His father's hands flew again, meaty fingers curled into cruel talons as he grabbed Edward by his shirt collar, bashing him against the wall again and again as though trying to beat a confession out of him. Edward remembered how he cried, pleading that he hadn't cheated, that he really had solved that puzzle and was a good boy but his cries only seemed to enrage the man further, Edward suddenly remembering his father's brutish hands clutching his neck neck and silencing his pleas- But by some grace of god, Nashton finally seemed to remember who his opponent was, letting Edward drop onto the floor in a sobbing mess, his tiny frame aching all over from the beating he'd just received at his father's hands. Nashton had refrained from hitting the boy's face at the very least but the damage had been done - Edward could no longer speak, now curling up into the fetal position as his father huffed and grunted over him like an angry bear standing over a fresh kill. Nashton cursed, ripping up Edward's twenty dollar bill before throwing the pieces on the floor. "Fuck you, I'm going to the bar. Stay in your fucking room and think about what you did and I swear to god if you tell anyone about this shit, you'll get it a lot worse next time, got it?" Nashton didn't come home that night, Edward daring only to sneak to the bathroom for a drop of water to drink before scuttling back in case his father came stomping through the door. The twenty dollar bill had long been swept up and disposed of by the time the man came home, stinking of booze and something more than stale sweat. School on Monday was a subdued affair. Edward remembered how he shuffled to class in an oversized sweater despite it being summer, hoping to hide his bruises. Everybody ignored him like usual, similar to how they ignored their books as Miss Dawson began reading from where they last left off on The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe... "I'm sorry to hear that, Edward." Edward seethed, suddenly brought back to the moment as Dr. Young coughed. His eyes glanced at hers and she suddenly looked away, as though frightened of what she just saw. Other children had gone home to perfectly normal families, had perfectly pleasant, forgettable weekends. More than twenty years later, Edward still remembered that shitty one, simultaneously his best and worst day. Compulsion? Dr. Young couldn't fucking pick the word from the dictionary if it was right under her stupid nose, the hack. "Don't be. He was right."

#❔ || musings #❔ || drabbles #child abuse tw #child abuse cw #It's not majorly graphic but be warned #Ed did NOT have a happy childhood :')#Probably hinting at some stuff but /w #Might edit this a bit soon was juggling making dinner #Enjoy folks!

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 10 months ago

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July 19th, 1985 - Queen Story!

The Sun - I AM THE CHAMPION

Why Fantastic Freddie Stole Live Aid Show

(Boogie time for winners) by Nick Ferrari

Rock fans have been saying for years that Freddie Mercury is the world’s greatest.

Now the world knows how right they are–because Freddie and his band, Queen, stole the honours at the star-studded Live Aid concert.

His blistering show, with its haunting finale, left all the other pop greats standing.

Freddie, a very energetic 38, cannot resist giving it all he’s got once he is on stage.

He says: “I have to win people over, otherwise it’s not a successful gig. It’s my job to make sure people have a good time. That’s part of my duty. It’s all to do with feeling in control. That song We Are The Champions has been taken up by football fans because it’s a winners’ song.

“I can’t believe that somebody hasn’t written a new song to overtake it.”

In a revealing interview Freddie talks freely and frankly about his superstar friends, his astonishing song writing output and his sad love life.

_Shock_

His composing has brought him into constant with Elton John, Rod Stewart — and the reclusive Michael Jackson.

He says: “I recorded about two or three tracks with Michael, but none of them are out at the moment.”

It was Freddie who started recording State of Shock with Jackson, but he did not have time to finish it. Mick Jagger stepped in–and they had a hit.

A Mercury-Jackson duo was also planned for the smash-hit Thriller album, but that did not come off, either.

Not that Freddie worries over such set-backs. His recording career did very nicely, thank you, when he released his solo album _Mr Bad Guy_

“I was pleased with it,” he says. “I was also pleased with my voice. I like it husky. It’s all the smoking. That’s why I smoke — to get that husky voice.”

So how did he reach the high notes? “I used the Demis Roussos method,” he says. “You get a pair of pliers under the frock and go crunch!”

One of the tracks on Freddie’s new album is entitled Love Is Dangerous. Is that his view? He says: “I can be a good lover, but I think after all these years I’m not a very good partner for anybody. Maybe my love is dangerous, but who wants their love to be safe?”

_Tragic_

“I’m possessed by love–but isn’t everybody? Most of my songs are love ballads and things to do with sadness and torture and pain.

“In terms of love, you’re not in control and I hate that feeling. I seem to write a lot of sad songs because I’m a very tragic person. But there’s always an element of humour at the end.”

But for all his fame and adulation, Freddie remains a lonely man.

He says: “The album track Living on My Own is very me. I have to go round the world living in hotels. You can have a whole shoal of people you know looking after you. But in the end they all go away. But I’m not complaining. I’m living on my own and having a boogie time.”

And this man, with millions of fans all over the world admits he has few friends.

Freddie says: “When you’re a celebrity, it’s hard to approach somebody and say: ‘Look, I’m normal underneath.’ Then what happens is the tread all over me because by trying to be normal to somebody, suddenly I’ve come out of my shell and become far more vulnerable than most people.”

_Fun_

“Because I’m successful and have a lot of money, a lot of greedy people prey on me. But that’s something I’ve learned to deal with.

“I’m riddled with scars and I just don’t want any more.”

Instead Freddie turns to his fans to feel wanted again. He said: “I find even when people have let you down, you just want to go on stage. It’s very gratifying to know that all sorts of people want you.”

Freddie has also learned how to enjoy his fame. He says: “I was caught up in being a star and I thought “This is the way a star behaves. Now I don’t give a damn. I want to do things my way and have fun.”

“If all my money ended tomorrow, I’d still go about like I had lots of money because that’s what I used to do before. I’ll always walk round like a Persian Poppinjay and no one’s gonna stop me.”

“I love living life to the full — that’s my nature. Nobody tells me what to do.”

TEARS TURN ME ON

Freddie is a great admirer of modern band and current music in spite of his years in the business. He says: “I like Tears For Fears, Wham!, and Culture Club– they’re all very good. But Tears For Fears are among my favourites because they’re writing music I cam really relate to.”

_Dream_

“They’ve got a lot of rhythm and at the same time they’ve got a lot of aggression. They also have very good songs. But I love the Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin, above all other singers. She must have one of the best voices ever. She sings like a dream. I wish I could sing half as well as she does. It’s so natural.

“She puts her whole emotion into it. Each word she sings is full of meaning and expression. I could listen to it forever.”

Freddie also reveals his deep love of opera. He says: “Montserrat Cabelle is sensational. She has that same kind of emotion as Aretha Franklin. The way she delivers a song is so very natural. It’s a very different gift.”

But Freddie’s favourite band remains Queen who have been toether now for 13 years.

And he strongly denies making a solo album has threatened the future of one of the world’s greatest rock bands. Freddie says: “It’s probably brought us closer together and will enhance our careers.”

_Closer_

“It’s like painting a picture. You have to step away from it to see what it’s like. I’m stepping away from Queen and I think it’s going to give everybody a shot in the arm.

“But I’ll be working with Queen again. No doubt about that. Queen are gonna come back even bigger.”

(➡️ source: http://queenarchives.com/qa/07-19-1985-the-sun/)

📸 Pic: July 13, 1985, Wembley Stadium, London, UK

'Live Aid'

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thehollowwriter · 11 months ago

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Morrigan: A Rough summary

I sent this to a moot and decided I'd share a break down of the the Morrigan Lore TM

Right so, firstly, like Silas and Finn, Morrigan is a cookie cutter shark. Though Silas is an abyssal cookie cutter shark, and he's just a coastal one. He and his family are like Azul and the tweels, they're more animalistic, they're not the pretty, humanlike Ariel-like mermaid that many come to think of when they hear the term "mermaid" or "merfolk"

Now, my interpretation of twst (mostly through Azul's story) is that human culture and beauty standards heavily influenced merfolk and their culture, eventually resulting in features like webbed hands, sharp teeth and claws, and other animalistic features being deemed as barbaric and undesirable.

The general idea of mers like Finn, Azul, etc, is that they are stupid, wild, dangerous/murderous, and more creatures than people. This stereotype especially extends to abyssal mers like Silas (it's part of why some merfolk flat out refuse to by from him)

Now, in twst it's pretty clear that magic dictates your standing in society, and often those with powerful magic are "higher" up the social ladder. This too applies to merfolk, and when you're monstrous creatures like Morrigan and his family, the best you can hope for is major success and glory.

Morrigan has several siblings, and out of all of them he was the oldest and the one with the most powerful magic. His parents realised they basically had a child prodigy on their hands, and this led to him basically being in a Riddle-type situation.

He was their trophy, their showpony, far outshining his siblings and essentially "overcoming" the monstrous-ness that everyone hates with his skill in magic. Don't think he liked the attention, though, his parents' praise was very conditional and he didn't exactly get himself in their favour when trying to protect his siblings from them. Despite his efforts, his siblings are still incredibly jealous of him and kinda don't like him :(

Now with this upbringing, naturally he has an intense strive to be the absolute best of the best. Master every spell, win every duel, ace every test. Like Riddle, he has a LOT of anger due to his treatment and situation, but unlike Riddle this anger caused him to frequently get into violent fights with his schoolmates and come home bruised and bloodied.

At NRC, this got worse. At first he was well behaved like Azul or Riddle would be, but eventually he realised he no longer had his parents breathing down his neck.... and just kinda went batshit.

Now, he's wasn't a complete asshole constantly all the time. In fact many found him charming, handsome, too. However he was a bit of a bully and easily angered, and when he got angry enough he got extremely violent. He beat the ever loving shit out of his own dorm leader, and part of the reason he was almost expelled was because when fighting with some guy, he tried to bite their throat (reminder his teeth are like the tweels...)

In his third/fourth year tho, he was kinda like "Well shit I don't think this is good for me" and started working on being better.

When he began looking for internships, he wasn't sure what to do. His parents just wanted him to do "something important", they didn't care all that much as long as it brought in a lot of money and recognition and didn't make them look bad.

Everyone told him he should be a magishift player, police, etc, etc, but he wasn't interested in any of that.

However, through some self assessment he realised he did work well with kids and they always liked him, and he was food at teaching/helping his friends study, so he thought "Hey, why not teaching?"

He ended up teaching at a magic school for gifted merfolk, and the reason is because all of them are "gifted kids," and he didn't want them to suffer and struggle like he did. That is a very important job. His parents were not impressed, but it could be worse and he was stubborn, so they "allowed it" (even though he's an adult wtufjasgj)

As he got older, he developed better control over his temper, but he would still get violent if REALLY mad.

And then he met Silas, and they do try to kill each other upon first meeting :P. They fall in love, get married, and have kids, but Morrigan is murdered before they- (well, just Finn) are born.

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@galaxies-and-gore @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @krenenbaker

@offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @boopshoops @inotonline

@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@casp1an-sea @offorestsongs @tixdixl @poisoned-pearls @the-trinket-witch

@ramshacklerumble @ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts @the-banana-0verlord @cloudcountry

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#quinn quips #morrigan clearcove #silas clearcove #twisted wonderland #twst oc

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suiseisyojo · 2 years ago

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please give me all your love

「riddle rosehearts, lilia vanrouge, vil schoenheit x gn!reader」 ↳ in which you accidentally drink a love potion and fall for the one who's always harbored unrequited feelings for you. [part 2 here] cw: angst, suggestive themes (all)

[riddle rosehearts]

You two were childhood friends and Riddle’s been in love with you ever since he could remember; it was ironic, truly, that after consuming a love potion, he was the first person you sought out. Trusting in his judgment to know what to do under these circumstances. Didn't you know that the potion would make you fall for him? How could you be so utterly reckless?

Everyone at Heartslabyul already knew of the Housewarden's surreptitious soft-spot for you in spite of his objections to it. You always obeyed the rules, following them to the best of your ability—even when you were frustrated with them, all because, "I like the Queen of Hearts, too♪".

But Riddle's feelings blossomed much sooner than that. When you'd write him letters under the guise of educational tips with a secret code hidden inside so that his mother wouldn't be overly suspicious. When you'd taken him gently by the hand, holding onto him with such strength, as if you were afraid he'd slip from your fingers, and told him, "I like being your friend, Riddle. You're super smart, and you always let me be myself! You're the only one who can do that for me!".

Which is why it hurt when he felt your arms wrap around him, hands lingering around his waist in an intimate way you'd never do with a friend. Words of praise and adulation left your mouth, dripping like a sickening honey. "I love you, Riddle. You're so cute when you blush⋯ Hey, we've been together all this time, we should stay together forever⋯"

“[Name], d-don’t kiss there; that’s inappropriate⋯!”

With your body pressed tautly against his back as his arms carried you back to your dorm, Riddle felt your lips press quick, feverish kisses along the nape of his neck; the sensation evoking goosebumps to cascade across his sensitive skin as frissons of heat rippled down the column of his spine.

The dulcet sound of your sweet, breathless giggles filled his ears as you suppressed the compulsion to smother his skin in your kisses. And Riddle couldn’t help but recollect the copious times as kids he was left to your whims, incapable of doing anything but following along.

“We’re not children anymore, if it’s carrying you like this, I can handle it,” Riddle retorted curtly. It was frustrating when you refused to listen to his scoldings, especially in this situation where your mind was rapt with fabricated affection. “⋯ Hah, they’re not listening anymore.”

Riddle entered within your room, setting you down onto the bed with the utmost caution. Left in his care, you were peering up at him with pleading, dewy eyes; and he heaved a sigh in response. “You’ll kick up a fuss if I leave, so I’ll stay. But you’re not to leave the room until the potion wears off, got it?”

As you nodded your head, Riddle went to whirl around on his heel and head over to your desk when you abruptly entwined your arms around his neck and tugged him down—your lips meeting his. “Mmph! [Name], what are you⋯?!” Riddle breathed out, tinctures of desperation and panic heady in his voice, before he felt you press another kiss against him.

You pulled him into you further, allowing his weight to descend overtop of you as you hopelessly deepened the kiss. Deeper, deeper; you pressed him into you despite his protests.

“——You’re a cruel person, [Name]! Do you even know how much I love⋯” Cutting himself off tersely, Riddle seized your shoulders and pushed you back away from him as he swiftly stood up.

Vexation was acrid on Riddle’s tongue as he was maddened with your naivety, your thoughtlessness, and he gritted his teeth together and snapped at you, “Stay in bed. If you come any closer to me, it’s off with your head, you understand right?”

The feel of your lips sunk into his rapid pulse, permeating a warmth that ached—but the thought of experiencing it again was nothing more than an unimaginable wonderland.

[lilia vanrouge]

Lilia never expected you to return his love—he truly felt content in how your relationship currently was; doting on you whenever you were overburdened by the bits and pieces of life’s difficulties and were in need of a little spoiling⋯ in need of him and the advice he can offer.

That's why, when Lilia had heard you’d drinken a love potion, he was quick to be at your side. He couldn’t let anyone take advantage of you, could he? He always, perpetually, looked after you! As soon as he questioned how you were doing, he found you suddenly clinging on him; and that’s when he realized what was going on. The love potion had made you fall in love with him.

"Lilia-san, my chest hurts. It's overflowing because of you!" The darling words spilled from your lips as you enveloped him in your arms, taking hold of him like he was your everything.

Soothing hands cascaded through your hair, ameliorating your fear towards the inundation of new feelings. Lilia was here, as he always was, soothing you; taking care of you.

“You’re eager, little one. But you shouldn’t be doing this,” Lilia’s low, modulated voice whispered against your ear with an almost teasing lilt as you squirmed in his lap; yearning for his hands on you. “⋯ Why? Because this isn’t how you truly feel. It’s just the effects of the potion you drank.”

Lilia’s lithe fingers brushed away strands of your hair from sticking to your face, luxuriating in how your body flushed from his simple, yet loving, actions. You were too adorable like this, pliable and receptive to his every movement in a way he’d never seen from you before.

Rubbing your cheek against his, you smoothed your hand over his chest and tapped the tips of your fingers along with the beat of his heart; his heart that thumped and thumped in its socket, thrumming warmth along his body.

“Fine, just a little. I’ll give you some love♪”

Planting feathery kisses into the crook of your neck, Lilia placed a hand on your back as he massaged languid, affectionate circles into you. He could feel your body begin to tremble as a smile curved on your lips, reveling in how he was finally showering you in his love.

Lilia never considered himself a selfish person—he always took your feelings into consideration when he interacted with you, keeping you at arm’s length with his scares and equally inane pranks.

But as he held you, he felt a greedy vine slither between and around his ribcage; encasing his heart with thorns that perforated his resolve, letting his forbidden devotion leak out. The desperate, unending need to have you be his in a way unlike before.

“Are you satisfied yet?” Lilia asked softly as he removed his lips from your neck, your supple skin that shimmered from the saliva left behind. A slow, deep corruption until the potion wears off and you can never return. “No? My my, you’re almost as greedy as me, little one.”

[vil schoenheit]

At first, Vil was furious with you—how could you be so ignorant and stupid as to drink a potion without knowing what it’ll do to you? That was⋯ until the person whose affections you were sworn to have was him.

Hearts rose from the depths of your eyes, illuminating your innocence. You followed him everywhere, desperate for just a glimpse at the man who swallowed your mind whole. "Vil-san, you're perfect. You’re all I can see and feel."

Vil had always knew you didn’t love him in the way he loved you. Yet, still, he was persistent in attaining your love. One day, you’d be his; and he’d never give up on it. The graceful and talented one who wove him the finest outfits with all your skills and devotion. The one who sits through lectures and lessons out of reverence in order to cultivate your knowledge on fashion and beauty. Never cutting any corners.

He’ll “eat” up the you who’s drowning in forbidden love for him and melt it into reality, make it come true; as if the effects of the love potion were simply your feelings since the start.

A silky, lustrous mouth sucked on your ear, leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting your sensible lobe to his painted lips. In each teardrop clinging to your lashes, Vil could see your need for him—and it only exacerbated the unabating longing in his chest.

Vil’s slender finger traced along your jawline, tilting your head upwards to gaze upon his impassioned countenance. “Simply perfect. With your lips trembling, breaths thickening⋯ you’re like a ripe fruit. It’s divine,” he praised you, haughty and amorous. “No matter how embarrassing it is, this is who you are.”

Being the one to bring you such heights of beauty and pleasure, Vil was beyond pleased with your quivering body laid beneath him on his bed. His hands moved across your body with such a precision of ardency, it was ethereal. It made you feel hot, needy.

Vil brought his lips down to your exposed collarbone, nibbling at the skin; a sweet scent rose from your heated flesh, letting him suck on the honey-like essence. “Look over there, my doll, in that mirror,” he instructed you, nails digging into your thigh as you obediently did as you were told.

However, upon seeing the silhouette of your own body shaking from your gratification, you squeezed your eyes shut. “Hey, don’t look away. This is what you wanted, right? To receive all my love like this⋯ am I wrong?” A wicked laugh bubbled on his lips, his lips that were still pressed against your clavicle, and the motion magnified his kisses.

Now that he’s gotten a taste, Vil would stop at nothing to continue to devour you—he wanted this sight of you all to himself a little longer. Even if all that reflected in your glossy eyes were nothing more than a sweet lie.

“The ‘you’ who doesn’t hold back in your desires is the most beautiful of them all.”

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nebstudent · 4 years ago

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How to Improve Your Vocabulary: 7 Ways to Expand Your Vocabulary

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Work on utilizing new words in discussion. It's feasible to hoard a tremendous jargon without really realizing how to utilize words. This implies you need to volunteer to place your own word reference into utilization. In the event that you go over an intriguing word with regards to your perusing, try utilizing it in discussion. By testing in low-stakes circumstances, you can rehearse the craft of word decision and, with a smidgen of experimentation, focus on the right word for a specific setting.

#neb student #nebstudent #english #english grammar

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delicrieux · 6 years ago

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amortentia [young!tom riddle x reader] -final-

premise: two students start developing feelings for one another despite having too many secrets to count.

tagging: @cheshirecatbyul @junieyes @whaledenwtf @xoxomioxoxo @cherryvblossom @adidabach @sissieliang @patronusfire @rianrawr @gravitygemjj @aquariemm @storiiteller @fortisfiliae @imagines-all-day-everyday @redrupees @kurara-black-blog @pleuviors @songforhema @zaybmocx @justeveeeee @importanttyrantruler @sissieliang @milkchocolatepretzel @wontyoustandbyme

warnings: angst, sexual themes, descriptions of death, very morbid + disturbing imagery

a/n: this had been brewing in my mind since i read les diaboliques! thank you all for all the wonderful comments and kudos and all that jazz. truly. i started this project because there were no tom riddle fics, and if there were they were not nearly disturbing enough for my tastes. this last chapter is from tom’s point of view and i think you can already guess why. let me know what you think! thank you again for this amazing journey. it is finally time for the curtain to fall. p.s. thank you immensely to my seraph @macchiavellii for the aesthetic. divine, as per usual.

xx d

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10. The Crimson Curtain/ Odette

There is not enough substance in this world to feed Tom Riddle’s desire for power – power over things that cannot be controlled, and power over people that simply adore him. He had always fancied himself completely in control; since moving to Hogwarts, he had built a new image of himself, a skilfully crafted mask that no one would question, or peer behind it if they did. He is charming, and handsome, and devilishly sly, yet he presents a tender disposition of a diligent student – everyone’s dream. To him very few things matter and nothing matters very much. Yet there is this girl from his house, this gentle, naïve creature that had enough heart to defend him from bullies that years later would worship him on their feet; the same, graceful, roseate cheeked figure giving him the upmost respect and adulation of which she, herself, has none. He was her first everything and he knew this and held this secret with silent pride: her first love, her first kiss, her first everything. And as fitting, or so he thinks, clearly and coldly, it started with him and it shall end with him – she will die in his hands like a swan taking her last bow on stage, in her prettiest white dress and refined movements, so precise they are hurtful, and it will be the most beautiful thing to witness and he anticipated that moment with bated breath and morbid, dark eyes, wild with wonder, drunk on lust.

The days slip by slowly at the Riddle Manor, its strange halls dark and the outside fields misty. The roses that had bloomed in the garden had wilted from the harsh wind; alien grey clouds dotted the sunless sky like a picture void of all colour, of all happiness. Then it got hot again, humid, the stench of old wood and the lingering whiff of death and blood floated in these halls as if a permanent tenant, unable to leave, bringing nothing but a sense of melancholy and acceptance. The nights are cold, bigger than imagining; black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars. It brought a sense of tranquillity, its vastness, though a looming sense of finality, too. (Name) had long ago accepted her fate as a soul to be sacrificed to the Mighty Death itself and Tom had no qualms about that: she accepted it with his first tender touch in confession, accepted it again on the train ride to Little Hangleton, and reconfirmed it with a scorching, delicious kiss. He wanted to devour her like Saturn devoured his sons, like Goya in fretful grey-brown colours depicted on the verge of his madness. He could not share her with anyone else; she is too precious to even bathe in the curious eye of anyone else. It pained him horribly to even imagine it.

Her room is on the second floor, the very last one, spacious and adorned with viridian sheets and cheerful depictions of the Victorian past via paintings framed in glossy wood. Her window overlooks the dead roses and the faraway cabin of the caretaker, who, for days oblivious, stumbles about his home, in his mind certain he had conversed with the Riddle family and watered the flowers, cut the grass, cheerily gave the children candy he used to love as a child himself. A red curtain, satin, soft as her skin, hung above the aforementioned window, swayed from the breeze. They had spent many nights within this room, it now trapping many whispers and groans of his name, embedded into the walls, into the pillows, and the taste of kisses and metallic blood only fuelled this famishing carnal desire.

And it is dark again and he is drawn to her door like a soul is drawn to the afterlife, feeling, in a dreamlike state, the air tonight being electric and different. The hallway is shadowy and he makes no sound as he moves to the handle, his hot hand burning from touching its cold metal surface. The door opens with a ghastly creek and he enters the cool, moonlit room. She sits on the edge of the bed, staring somewhere outside the open window, a candle burning on its sill and flicking with the curtain of rouge behind it, twirling, caressing the air in its sensual dance. She slowly turns her head to him, her features lily-like, submerged in water; she appears as a seraph that climbed down from heaven to wait for him by the foot of the bed. Though this seraph, this divine, lovely creature has its wings clipped, and blood streams lazily from her nose, drips on her nightgown, appearing black in the shade.

“Were you waiting for me?” He asks, knowing the answer. She faintly nods, tilting her head and watching her feet with an empty, lonely look. He approaches her vigilantly, not yet ready to let go this picturesque, medieval image of her, so waxen, so completely lifeless. He sits next to her, his hand coming to rest on hers. Hers feels like marble, cold and sculpted. He brings the hand to his lips, kisses it softly, thinking he shall warm it with his caress, all the while watching her closely in wonder and curiosity. She barely reacts, only the sides of her pale lips quirk upwards, and the faint glow of love lights up in her eyes, and she gazes back at him, through him, drifting between this world and the next. Still grasping her hand, his other lands on the back of her neck, careful to hold her as if she was something pitifully fragile. He lays her down onto the velvety, glossy sheets.

He looks into her eyes and he sees the ocean in their barren depths. It mesmerizes him, makes his breath hitch in his throat; the trickle of red dyes her cupid bow in the prettiest rouge lipstick. He kisses her, a kiss that is strangely unlike him, a kiss full of emotion so strong his heart nearly lunges out of his chest to beat for hers. Her pulse drums helplessly in her lips, on the side of her jaw where his hand moves to rest. He pulls away slightly, enraptured, and she rasps something melodious in blood written notes.

“Ma mort…” Her voice is an alluring siren’s call.

“Ma vie…” He whispers in between kisses.

She unfolds in his grasp like a rose, breathless and beautiful, and he kisses her neck, her collarbones, retraces the spots he had marked the night before with growing eagerness. He captures her lips again, this time void of any tenderness he had exhibited prior, and she returns it with unexpected keenness. Her limbs sputter by her sides as if she wants to grasp him, yet her hands fall back to bed before she has the chance to run her fingers through his hair. He growls, deep, in the back of his throat, because she tastes like heaven, his heaven, his own personal Eden.

Her last dance, her last arch to his roaming lips as they trail down the curve of her breasts. He calls her name with a gentle groan, barely a whisper. Her skin is frost. It does not heat no matter how much he touches it, and the night is dead silent suddenly, and the hand that had been wrapped around her throat feels as if something is amiss. He pulls away from her, sits uptight, and for a moment, or perhaps a minute, or a whole eternity, he stares at the pale, haunting body of a girl laying eerily still. Her eyes gaze into oblivion with alarming emptiness, and the light of the flickering candle reflects warmly in her eyes.

He cannot explain this feeling, cannot trap it within the constraints of his lexis. He trembles, lightly at first, then almost violently, her blood still warm on his lips. He feels horror grip his throat; settle in the pit of his stomach like a serpent. And he feels awe hitting him in waves of opalescent ecstasy. Beauty, true beauty, is terror. He had never seen something so absolutely sublime.

In a daze, Tom Riddle stands and wanders to the window. White wax drips from the candle. He leans in by the fire, exhales sharply and the fire sniffs out leaving put spirals of grey smoke. He slowly closes the window, his hands still shivering. Lastly he draws the curtain over it. What little light was in the room is now replaced by a sinister red glow.

He never felt so powerful, never so ethereal. Finally… it dawns onto him.

It is happiness he feels. Happiness scorched with abysmal pain.

fin.

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Hey! What do you think of Wilhelm's relationship with his first wife, Dona?

Hey! Well, I remember reading in Hanna Pakula’s book that in Wilhelm’s autobiography there is a chapter called “Marriage and Friendship” where he dedicated two pages to his wife and eleven and half pages to his friends. I think you get the picture.

To be honest, I’m far from being the most unbiased person when it’s about Wilhelm and Dona, since I have little sympathy for both of them. On top of that, I’m a hardcore fan of his parents, Fritz and Vicky, so again I’m not the fairest when it comes to Wilhelm (even though I can admit that both his parents played a part in the formation of his fuck up personnality). Aaand don’t get me started on Dona, ugh.

I also know that I lack knowledge concerning Wilhelm’s life as I’m not very interested in the dude (except when it comes to his relationship with his family). He was a very complex person, even his father said “Wilhelm is & always be a riddle to me.”

Now that being said, I don’t like the dynamic of their marriage. In my opinion they had a very unequal relationship. Wilhelm found in Dona someone who could boost his ego. She ticked off every box of the perfect model of German womanhood : she gave birth to six sons which made Wilhelm very proud, she was obedient, was very much in synch with whatever opinions Wilhelm had, very religious (too much!!!), and she remained loyal to her husband throughout her life. Princess Alice, Countess of Athlone who was cousin with Wilhelm wrote in her memoire : “Dona had dedicated her whole life to William, who, like the average husband, took advantage of her devotion. She became a thoroughly downtrodden wife.“

It is not very suprising that Wilhelm married Dona, who is the ANTITHESIS of his mother. Vicky was a very strong-willed and intellectual woman, with sometimes a sharp tongue especially towards Wilhelm. With Dona, he was married to a loving companion, utterly devoted to him. I think she was content with this role. Dona wasn’t particularly bright, she was very conservative and narrow-minded. However, she was a great support to Wilhelm. Bernhard von Bülow said : “She sustained the Kaiser, she gave courage to one who so easily swung back and forth between hope and fear”. To be honest it was a double-edged sword : Wilhelm craved this kind of adulation his whole life and Dona fed his ego which didn’t help him to get his shit together. Now, this wasn’t entirely her fault, he was a grown man with his own baggage and it wasn’t her role to “heal” him. But let’s say that Wilhelm’s wife could have had a kind of “smooth the rough edges off” effect. Which wasn’t the case AT ALL, on the contrary, and the family feuds can attest of that.

In his memoir Bernhard von Bülow continue : “He loved her, to be sure only within the limits of his naive self-absorption. He recognized and appreciated her devotion. But, in comparison to his mother, she seemed to him a petty-princess “One can always tell,” he remarked to me on more than one occasion, “that she was not brought up in Windsor but rather in Primkenau.” Ouch.

Wilhelm was also very often away from home and wholeheartedly devoted his time to the army. He seems to have had multiple affairs and some historians even said that he might have been homosexual, even though we don’t have any evidence.

Anyway, we are far from the kind of marriage his mother and father had, which was based on a real partnership where each person’s interests and desires were respected. (even though one could argue that Vicky was the strong figure in the marriage)

So yeah, I’m not particularly in awe of Wilhelm and Dona’s relationship it was, for lack of a better word, dull.

#answer

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princess-hope-selfships · 4 months ago

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Apparently yesterday was kiss a ginger day and I have one (1) question mark flavored, riddle-slinging ginger! But I was busy, so I sketched this out super fast and then colored it today!

But GOOD NEWS! Eddie demands kisses every hour of every day anyway so regardless of whether it's officially time to kiss a ginger, he will demand kisses and I will kiss him anyway! ✨

taglist: @goldenworldsabound @cj-furry-shipper @literally-just-there @disabledbears @aego-philautia

@sunstar-of-the-north @mouseycometz @selfshipping-baby

feel free to ask to be added or removed 💖

🚫please dni if you are a minor, or an adult who selfships with minors, thank you!🚫

#selfship #self insert #self ship #self ship community #self shipping #yumeship #trying out this newfangled yume tag #yumeshipping #my art #Riddled With Adulation

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fortheheavenssake · 5 years ago

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Love and Humour (LH) Anon

*** all submitted by Love and Humour (LH) Anon to @skippyv20. (much ❤️ ❤️ & 😆 😆, enjoy)

April 10, 2020

Dear Skippy, made with Love and Humour, not a grain of truth (or insight) in sight.

Meghan Markle has a ‘spring in her step’ after leaving the UK (Credit: Daily Mail)

ROYALTEE COMMUNICATIONS

Friday 28th March 2020

The Duchess of Sussex Podiatry Update

The Duchess of Sussex would like to thank the global public for the warm wishes received from 9 people. Follow up bunion surgery was a success and High Royaltee Heels (HRH) are once again allowed to be worn.

In addition, High Royaltee Heels (HRH) will be featured in strictly unlimited Splash News paparazzi images as The Duchess adjusts to life queuing for essentials such as scented soya candles, AA batteries for Darren Doll and chia seed salad dressing. Please be assured that the Duchess of Sussex has a new spring in her step as she steps springingly into spring.

Royal snub: Real reason Meghan Markle and Harry silent in wake of Queen’s historic speech (Credit: Express UK)

Our favourite two tone, tone deaf, mood trampler has been hard at work for at least 3 hours in the last month supporting the work of HMTQ, as promised via her exit from the BRF.

The dust mites had barely settled on her calligraphy pen before Scooby arrived home with an ink refill for her to get going. Unfortunately for Scooby the stationary shop had run out of royal blue glitter ink and his mistress was not happy with the shade of ‘peasant noir’ he chose instead. She chucked a cup of tea in his general direction and used half the ink to decorate his top lip with a Poirot-esque facial appendage. Thus whipped into quiet submission to seek permanent ink removal techniques she was in a position to impart some wisdom to HMTQ.

It was a frantic, boots to the ground, empowering, enlightening and de-gassing few hours for MM. The ink flowed across the paper as it was traced from a calligraphy A-Z underneath, the wine glass circles made pretty patterns on the pages, the phone rang once but it was only that chap from the council rejecting the petition for a Princess of Sussex. At the conclusion of this time, MM grinned with purple stained teeth satisfaction at the soggy 30 page tome. This was to be just another notch in her legacy - the Queens speech, at a time of crisis, calligraphically curated by Meghan Markle, HRH, Duchess of Sussex, Princess of Sussex. The speech was sent off toot-sweet to HMTQ.

A royal source has leaked that it is very hard to know the level of adulation to come. LG has indicated in his proof of receipt letter that a special recording of the speech will be sent to MM after its broadcast on the 14th May. She will look forward to commenting on her role in curating the speech at that time. Until then, MM wishes her privacy to be respected and has no comment to make.

Royal reading inspiration: Kate, Meghan and Camilla’s favourite books to entertain you during lockdown (Credit: Hello Magazine)

Meghan:

Trinny and Suzanna - How to dress for your body shape (brick on sticks edition)

“My best dearest friend and confidant, the Countess of Wessex, was engaged by HMTQ to advise me on dress protocol and general demeanour in the BRF, I haven’t looked at it yet because I don’t need advice”

Jamie Oliver - Pukka Tukka

“This title grabbed my attention from the outset. I haven’t opened it yet but think it will have overly invaluable advice on how to tuck your moon bump into your knickers. I don’t wear knickers and, after one incident that I totally got away with, my moon bumps now have reinforced crotch straps so I will not need to read this book.”

John Campbell -The Iron Lady: Margaret Thatcher, from Grocer’s Daughter to Prime Minister

“I love this book because the title is nice and the photo on the cover is in black and white. My US team are reading it for me and writing a similar story ‘The Tungsten Tank, from Lighting Directors Daughter to … well something, they haven’t worked out the narrative yet.”

Lindsay Jill Roth - What Pretty Girls Are Made Of

“This is actually the best book in the world. I haven’t read it but the launch party was cray-zee. When you buy it via any outlet, be sure to include the promotional code ‘HRHMM’ so that you get a special marked up price with proceeds going to my charitable foundation xx”

Thank you so much. We need laughter especially in these times. Prayers, love, support and laughter…is what will carry us through….love this! 🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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April 15

Dear Skippy, a riddle interpretation made with love and humour in celebration of MM Anon returning. So wonderful MM Anon, thank you. Skippy, Thank You for being your usual wonderful self, and keeping that door open. This interpretation contains no truth and only fun. LH Anon

doctor gone batty………

Actual Dr Jane Goodall interview

“My colleagues at the Royal Society for the Protection of Bats were delighted with the arrival of a rare male bat pup. Like all pups born at the Royal Society HQ, he was named after a member of the BRF, this one was dubbed Prince Harry.”

“Since his release into the wild, Prince Harry is finding life outside of the Royal Society challenging. He is sighted almost daily near the Royal Society HQ and doesn’t seem to have yet ‘flown the nest’ so to speak.”

“Night tracking indicates that there is a recently acquired spouse on the scene who has restricted his hunting abilities. We are concerned that he has lost weight.”

“The spouse displays desperate flirtation and attraction techniques but all indications to date show that Prince Harry does not want his offspring to grow up like that, in the wild.”

“We have to bring him back into the fold of the Royal Society for this rare breeding line to continue.”

LA for dummies ………

INTERNAL MEMO - Sunshine Sachs LA Office

Action with urgency

Contact Splash News, advise client has received parcel previously delayed in UK under non-essential freight notice. Call time on location 1100 hours.

Contact Meghans Mirror, advise client will be dressed in Dorias hand me down yoga-wear (details to come). Pitch as ‘recycling clothes’ and tell them to get A into G with sourcing designer samples, it has been months now.

Contact upmarket baby shop, advise client will return goods, including feature baby pacifier for full refund after images published.

Contact Archewell Foundation, advise client appearance fee from shop is to be publicised as donation following boom in sales

All invoices and timesheet hours are to include the job code reference ‘MM042 - Dummy for her dummy’

Doctors Within Borders ……… social insistence …………

Following the epic success of her voiceover in ‘Elephants Without Borders’, PH has been caught out again pitching his wife’s talent in the hopes of furthering her A List career. In a phone call to the BBC investigative branch he was insistent that her expertise and contacts could be used in the planned documentary ‘Doctors With no Borders’. The documentary, conceptualised by writers who hang out on certain Tumblr blogs, focuses on medical professionals who have been paid off to endorse medical fiction. In regards to the segment about surrogacy cover ups PH was to have said “Oh yeah, she’s invested. I mean interested.”

hugs not bugs………

“I was just cruising around, enjoying the musty odour of the building. I’m attracted to sparkly things so went to check out this headpiece, worst luck, it was cubic zirconia not real diamonds. Then it happened, I flew a little lower towards the face. I still have bad dreams about that close up view. I was trying to get away and she kept waving her hand around, it was like she was trying to catch and cuddle me against my wishes.”

Fly remembers the wedding of MM and PH

absolutely isolated

The new TV series, funded by O, features MM, a heavy-drinking, drug-abusing PR pawn who spends her time failing to lose weight and chasing bizarre fads in a desperate attempt to stay young and “hip”.

MM is joined by magazine fashion director JM, whose drug abuse, alcohol consumption and desperate promiscuity far eclipse MM’s.

MM is reliant upon the support of her half sister SM, an aspiring writer whose constant care of her immature sister has left her a bitter cynic.

The series also stars DR in a supporting role as MM’s dotty, sarcastic and often thieving mother who appears, usually in the background, in nearly all of the episodes.

Scooby as MM’s utterly brainless personal assistant also features in many of the episodes.

Only review

“I give this one star because it is real reality TV. I can’t give it anything more than that as the storyline is blatantly ripped off from Ab Fab. The title is a highly offensive play-on-words amid a global pandemic, but I guess it shows the same sensitivity as writing motivational messages on bananas for ladies of the night”

Kate. ……… “ not a whisper ma’am ……… St George’s chapel of course!!……………

Jeopardy MM Edition!?!

Answer: Kate

Question: Whose husband does MM most want?

Answer: Shout

Question: What initiative did MM try to hijack during her time in the BRF?

Answer: St George’s Chapel

Question: Where was MM when she realised that her game was up?

Oh thank you! Such fun! You are brilliant! We need the laughs for sure!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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May 10

Dear Skippy, a riddle interpretation made with Love and Humour. No truth, no seriousness, not a speck of speculation, just some ramblings to maybe lighten the mood for some today. Thank you MM Anon for the fodder! LH Anon :)

MM ANON ……… Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months ……… The high value real estate world is buzzing with speculation today after information was publicly sought to identify a tenant who has abandoned several properties, leaving hundreds of thousands of dollars in rent arrears. Multiple properties have been affected in locations such as Vancouver Island, LA and Malibu. The only clue, common to all properties, is a wall size chart, mounted by the door in the kitchen. There are two markings on these charts, both at 1.68m tall these are labeled ‘Rachel, 43’ and ‘Archificial, 15 months’.

hospitality will become inhospitable ………… the R factor ………… MM has announced her new super smart communications team, herself and a cabbage.

In unrelated news, a new book will be hitting the shelves this summer.

‘Finding a Freeloader’ is an R18 biopic, written by royal reporter Omid Scobie. “With unique access and written without the participation of of MM who lived under Scobies couch for 18 months, Finding a Freeloader is an honest, up-close, and disarming portrait of a cash-strapped, internet obsessed, and fat headed ex royal who is unafraid to break with tradition, determined to create a new path in the largest spotlight possible, and dedicated to building a legacy that will make a profound stain on the world.” reads an excerpts from the summary of the book.

“Henry, don’t do that”. …… Whispers from royal aides have let us know that HMTQ gave PH a ticking off inside the Windsor Castle bolthole they are residing. Apparently he was tinkering with a 3M home printer, wrapping it up to send over to MM. HMTQ is said to have right royally disagreed with sending her presents.

return to school??? …………… no guidelines …………… If you are at home and bored you can train online as a counsellor. Today I feel ________.

If you are at home and bored you can plaster a wall to make it look like your hubbys house. Today I feel ____smart_____

If you are at home and bored you can play with zoom video filters. Today I feel ___airbrushed_____.

If you are at home and bored you can read a book to your child. Today I feel ____damp____.

If you are at home and bored you can take the neighbours dog for a walk with an actor. Today I feel ____thrivin_____.

be alert,the country needs lerts………… MM and JM are hard at it again, drumming up business opportunities to stimulate their personal economies during these trying times. The newest initiative is bumper stickers. Chuck one on your car, slogan up your stroller, pimp your private jet, heck if you want to really get on board, slap a bumper on your moon bump and wiggle wobble that tum up to your audience!

A slight hiccup has delayed production of the stickers, the 3M home printer seems to have a malfunction which drops a letter from some words. Until this issue is remedied, the motivational bumper stickers will be available for a discount price of $143 + p&p

“Money can’t buy rust”

“The sign of a beautiful person is that they always see beauty in oters”

“The key to success is to tart”

risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety ………… it’s the economy,stupid!! ………… Very exciting news came for MM via a low rent TV shopping channel!! She has been asked to front one whole segment, approximately 19 minutes long for their buy 3 get 11 free homeware extravaganza! She is so excited, knowing that this is just one step from Oprahs couch, a short leap away from becoming the next Shakespeare, a stones throw from presidency! A minion provided all the information needed over the phone, he unfortunately had a small speech impediment but this didn’t stop MM from listening intently to the bits of the conversation that interested her.

It was a busy preparation day. MM mused what to film. The minion had mentioned that a whisk assessment would be a good idea in the current covid climate but what whisks had to do with a virus she wasn’t sure. She settled on making a homemade wedding cake. JM emailed the recipe for the one she made the day before MMs wedding, Archie took the car and collected 3 whisks, Doria converted her basement to a kitchen studio, TM dropped off some lights, Scoobie cried and did her makeup, MA took the dogs for a walk and SS called about her outstanding bills.

And all was ready.

Whisk One 0/10 - basic egg whisk

MM could not get it out of the hard plastic packaging and was unable to test it.

Whisk Two 0/10 - fancy dough whisk

MM forgot to buy ingredients and was unable to test it. By the time Archie returned from shopping she had left the premises to pap walk.

Whisk Three 0/10 - electric whisk

MMs wig was caught in the blades of the whisk.

The segment was cancelled.

test, Trace and isolate. ………… a silver lining 🌈🌈 Sugars are calling MM a silver lining in this pandemic as she continues to translate official advice into a format that they understand. With new guidelines announced overnight, MM has been burning the midnight oil to get a new video out for them. Offical transcript below, video will be emailed via offical spokesperson once heavy doctoring is complete.

MM: Government guidelines show that we need to follow these simple 3 steps - Test, Trace, Isolate - to help in the fight against covid-19. I love to shorten things, I make things so much more relatable. Did you know that I call my husband ‘H’? No? Well I do and he is my husband and me and him are together and have a kid OK. Anyway, back to this virus, Test, Trace, Isolate! To make it easier for people to remember I have shortened the steps, T - T - I or as I like to call them ’TTI’s’. My titties are now trademarked and copyrighted so spread the word and lets get the use of them bankrolling some money in for me! Stay safe and follow my titties everyone, they are magical!

MA: Bravo!

Oh thank you so much! Much needed laughs today! Such a joy! You always brighten Mr. Skippy’s and my day! We love these. Thank you!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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July 9

Dear Skippy, here is an MM Anon interpretation made up with Love and Humour and plenty of un-reality. All entertainment with no truth here. Thank you so much Skippy and MM Anon for the fun :) Much happiness to everyone here, LH Anon

girl up the creek………hostage man. ………… half free meal………… drug exposure …………… … Meghan Markle and Michelle Obama Are Joining Forces - Both women are set to speak at a gender equality summit later this month.

MM, currently the Duchess of Sussex and former HRH, will feature in a video possibly made by her and unrelated to any content provided by MO in a groundbreaking word salad covered in a virtual salad dressing of topics

How to carve your own canoe paddle from dead wood

Creating the ultimate free loaded captive environment for spouses in a long distance situation

Debunking the myth: There is no such thing as a free lunch, you can have your coke and eat it too

Scrub the internet 101: The chemical way

staff redundancy at HMTQ …………… HMTQ has announced plans for several staff redundancies, to be actioned between now and the end of this year. These include, but are not limited to, LG, PH and the entire ’Sussex’ household support. When questioned about the redundancies, the royal spokesperson refused to be drawn as to reasons or whether the staff would be re-deployed to other roles. In an unguarded moment the spokesperson was heard to mutter ‘tick tock, boom’ leading to speculation that the scheduled maintenance of royal clocks and cannons was a preoccupation.

boarding rules …………… most popular royal ……………… They grow up so fast! Archie Darren Doll off to boarding school. MM has had this important decision underway for a long time. Shunning the ‘toxic environments’ that exist in royal educational circles, she is delighted and certain that this will be the most popular decision she has made yet. The boarding space has been booked since before Darrens conception at $30 per month (reduced to $0 a month for patrons) at the ‘prestigious Mayhew’ outfit.

mines a cider……… In breaking news, PW enjoys cider and chips in Norfolk pub beer garden. In unrelated news, MM has added another topic to her gender equality seminar

Brewing alcohol in lockdown; the perfect gift for the family member you want to have

( where’s pg 💜💜) …………… Scoobie has not seen MM in person for many days now, she refuses point blank to emerge from under his couch in daylight. Shrieking sounds have been heard in the dead of the night, marks on the walls indicate someone with a greasy wig is repeatedly banging their head, the recycling bin is mysteriously filling up with wine bottles and some weirdo called Marcus keeps leaving voicemail messages on the landline phone about paying a debt. It must have been a week ago when Scoobs found a post-it note on the kitchen table when he woke one morning. It was very cryptic,

‘Get onto the panda, find PG, source W Cream, doc bill unpaid”

He is having difficulty working it out but is keeping himself, boots on the ground, busy trying, he went to the zoo but it was closed because of covid-19

In unrelated community news,

Toys R Us have issued a trespass notice to a member of the public for refusing to pay for a soft animal toy after it was soiled by a customer repeatedly sitting on top of it and taking selfies.

Numerous police have been approached in recent days by a male of indeterminable age who has requested a ride on top of their vehicle. None agreed. A referral is pending for his psychiatric assessment

The local supermarket has placed a ‘2 per customer limit’ on teabags after an unidentified customer purchased their entire stock of the popular brand PG Tips

The Department of Conservation has issued a public statement that threats to sue have been made against them, which will be rigorously defended. It is said that a concerned member of the public has accused them of having an unpaid invoice for ‘humanitarian work’ carried out in a secret place at an undetermined time.

”it’s Balmoral Philip, but not as we know it) …… out of his Depp-th… Due to a confidential threat to the family, HMTQ has beefed up surveillance and security at most royal properties of late. PP and HMTQ enjoy tapping into the new systems and are taking great pleasure in observing the nightly actions of one individual via underwater CCTV footage. He slinks out to the edge of the lake in darkness, wearing jandals, jeans and an open necked shirt. Each night he tries to scuba dive his way into the estate. Encountering steel mesh each night, it is only a matter of time until he tries to breach the area where PP commissioned his sign ‘Bog Off MA, we have your f***ing picture’.

“ more 🎼Braziiiiil🎼…………… Spanish flu?? ……… 🎼we’re all going on a summer holiday 🎼 HMTQs favourite ‘for fun Phillip’ insect infiltration agent has been dispatched to LA. Layovers for wing rest were authorised in Spain and Brazil. Fly is reported to have arrived safely with only a minor cold due to flying at altitude. Mission: ultimate MM annoyance for summer months.

Oh oh….my sides! Oh you are too funny! Omg! My pups are looking at me like they must call woof-woof-woof…..Mr. Skippy begging me to stop reading….half rolling on the ground…..daughter and SonIL asking if we need an ambulance……such great fun….oh…and cat screaming he called for one! Thank you so much! You made my night! Love to you!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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nobodyeverasked · 6 years ago

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thanks; mark tuan

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Summary: It’s the little things...

The summer tempests of lively alleviation weaved through the fully flourished trees and the variegated flowers that lined the edge of the pavement path that Mark and his younger boyfriend, Y/N, were strolling on, their matching converse screeching against the ashen stones as they smiled into the comforting drafts that coiled their intertwined fingers and blended into the dancing flames of their paramount appreciation and infatuation.

“This was nice, Mark, thank you… I really needed this.” Y/N hummed into the conflagrant currents that weaved into his hair and through his lavender sweater as Mark pecked his cheek, pure, untainted satisfaction lacing his deep breaths. Y/N’s work has riddled him with tight schedules, long hours and has infected him with the putrid poisons of stress and lethargy, the weights of worry and anguish pulling down on his body every single time he came home to the older. This single moment that he shared with his boyfriend brought him so much joy, and simply the presence of Y/N and his wonderful smile was more than enough to make Mark happy.

“Of course, I know how hard you work, and I also know that you deserve more than a break.” Mark leaned his head onto the younger’s, the ivory sunlight that broke through the cerulean sky caressing their skin and interweaving with the breezes that lingered between their hands. “I have an idea, how ‘bout a movie later? Just you, me, and some food that I know we’ll regret eating but it’ll be good in the moment.” Mark turned Y/N around, his hands that gingerly bound around the younger’s waist fueling the flames of ardency that writhed within their chests and belted euphonies of yearning through their hearts. “We haven’t spent time together at all this week, and I just wanna pay you back for everything you’ve done for us…” Mark grinned in awe at the comforting smile that casually meandered onto Y/N’s lips, the obscurities of worry and disquiet that creased his fatigued frown fading away in the presence of their radiant jubilation and ardor.

“I would love that, Mark…” The younger smiled as he leaned his head onto Mark’s chest, the symphonic heartbeat that resonated through the older’s body dispatching vibrations of palliation to spiral down his spine. Graceful embers of effulgent ardor convulsing to his breaths of relief. “Wait, every single time we actually try to watch a movie, we don’t watch the movie.”

“Who’s fault is that?” Mark chuckled airily, his hands burying themselves under Y/N’s sweater and skipping across the bare skin of his hips and stomach, the supple skin that grazed against his fingertips spiking his system with the lustrous toxins of ardent fervour. “They’re so nice…” The older could not help but smile at the younger’s reddening cheeks as he clasped his lips onto Y/N’s, percussive accompaniments of velvety pulses that boomed through their tongues tainting their heads with piercing amity.

The summer breeze wrapped around their pressed chests and caressed their separating lips, the cool drafts of the mellowing afternoon dissipating in the presence of their sweltering adulation.

“I think I know what movie I wanna watch, can we try and actually keep our eyes on the TV?” The younger managed to speak between his hitched breaths as Mark trailed pecks down his neck, a warm smile spreading over his lips as he met the eyes of his boyfriend once more, wiping the older’s lips with a ginger stroke of his thumb.

“I won’t make any promises.” Mark put Y/N hand in his own, pressing his lips to the younger’s knuckles before swinging their hands back and forth, taking the stone path that they were walking on, to head back to their house. “Depends on what you do.” Blissful laughter intertwined with bystanding sunlight that mingled with the cinders of their hale adoration and skipped stones of effulgence over their skin, the sweet arias of blitheness following in every step they made.

“So~” Mark walked into their living room, three bowls of junk food balanced in his arms before he was met with the younger’s gaze, a sweet effulgence of jubilance and torrid devotion sparking between their locked eyes as the older sat himself on their couch where Y/N was, their hands soon mingling to one another’s. “What movie did you pick?” Mark put the food down on the coffee table ahead of him and coiled his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, relishing in the soft skin of the younger’s waist and stomach which ran under his fingers, his hands spreading under Y/N’s cropped grey sweater.

“‘The DUFF’, ‘cause why not? It’s hella relatable, that’s for sure…” Y/N nodded to the active television that stood forlornly in the austral presence of the boys who laid on the couch, their pressed chests and mingling skin lighting the room ablaze in radiant embers of potent adoration. The younger let a gentle hum slid through his lips as he was brought onto Mark’s chest, the movie that they decided to start watching swiftly becoming an afterthought when their gazes weaved into one another’s once more, whirlpools of sweltering zeal sealing their lovestruck stare. “Is that okay?” Y/N asked through hitched breaths as flurries of velvety pecks trailed up and down his neck. Mark looked back at him, smiling at the younger’s face before turning his vision to the movie, his willpower to smother Y/N in his unconditional love fighting to outshine the desire to watch this movie. However, it was Y/N who picked it, so the yearning to envelop himself in ‘The DUFF’s plot peaked that much more in his mind.

“Of course it is.” The older kissed the younger on the cheek, bringing the latter back down onto his chest, the warmth and endearment that radiated off Y/N’s smaller framed body that leaned into his embrace, making Mark’s lustrous smile shine that much brighter. Mark reached for the popcorn bowl that he put on the table, feeding Y/N at every opportunity he had to, the feeling of giving back to his love that is doing so much for their household lighting his heart on fire with the feverous flames of admiration and amity. “Hey, Y/N?” The older looked at his boyfriend, watching the prismatic lights that shone off the movie screen, line the younger’s messy hair, hoodie and down his sweatpants, his smile growing bigger when he could hear Y/N symphonic heartbeat harmonize with his.

“Yeah?” The younger turned his head away from the movie, peching Mark’s forehead before he waited intently for something to leave the older’s upturned lips.

“I just wanted to say thank you.” Mark turned down the volume of the movie, lovingly carting his hands through Y/N’s hair. Thick locks weaving through the older’s fingertips before he wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist once more, the solace and piety that surged through his embrace lighting Y/N’s smile ablaze with the luminescence of untainted happiness. “Thank you so much.” The older buried his face into the curve of the younger’s neck, slowly kissing up to his cheek as they shared a vibrant coalescence of laughter, the symphonies of their devotion making the sound of the movie ahead of them fade from their ears.

“You always say that, Mark-”

“But I have to, Y/N. You do so much for us,” Mark hushed the younger with a soft peck onto his lips, trapping the latter’s erupting words into the back of his throat while they stared into each other’s eyes, the dull lights that leaked from the screen of the television, running across their eyes and tossing the sparks of emotion that seared their lips with the desire to weave theirs together in frenetic convulsions. “For me.”

“You’re my everything Mark, it’s hard not to.” Y/N traced the older’s jawline with delicate kisses, his hands finding Mark’s before he placed the knot of trust and devotion that seared between their locked fingers between their chests. “Because I know that I get to come home to you, and all that you do for me.”

“What do I do, Y/N?” Mark looked forlornly to the ceiling, unearned guilt that flooded his head pulling his gaze away from the younger’s.

“You do things like this.” Y/N moved his hand through the older’s thick, golden blond hair, the plush feeling that shot through his fingers making his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he pulled Mark’s saddened stare back to his wondrous, languidly sparkling eyes - slowly, softly. “Bring me home to bowls of junk food and a movie that you watch just for me, even if it’s not the entire thing. You’re the one to let me lay on top of you when I’m stressed and tired, and your kisses are the best in the world. Mark, you do everything for me, you are my love - the one and only - and all the things you do for me make me feel so special. Thank you, Mark.”

“Y/N-”

The younger swiftly encased Mark’s developing words between their clasped lips, a hitched breath harmonizing with their euphonic heartbeats and coursing through their throats as delicate and meticulously graceful strokes from both boys’ longing fingertips strummed at the strings of their heart. The warm and intricate music that played through their low hums of torrid satisfaction and the credits of the movie stirring the embers of their unsheathed gratitude and fervour that pulled their pulsating lips together. Wildfires of adulation ignited a song of passion that festered in their rib cages, wandering touches that lingered on thighs, waists, and chests sending a cacophony of searing adoration and rumbles of gentle groans resonating through the boys’ lips and between their brushing tongues. Mark let a heavy weight of ecstasy and pleasure fall over his lidded eyes, his hands moving down to Y/N’s lower waist and butt before a swift ignition of euphoria spiraled through his neck. The feeling of his skin between the younger’s supple lips, the percussive accompaniments of his erratic heartbeats and gracefully meandering caresses drowning the older’s body in a prismatic ocean of delirious ardor.

“Y-Y/N…” Mark let out the breath that was caught in the back of his throat as he pressed their foreheads together, the darkening brand of scorching admiration embellishing his neck that Y/N gave him making the smile that wandered across his lips spread that much wider. The kindred effulgence between both of their radiating grins festering the flames of yearning and zeal that crawled under their skin and through their mingling skin, the older’s hands that ambled under the younger’s cropped sweater diving into the canyons that Y/N’s muscles carved into his skin. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you more…”

The boys’ eyes fell to the heft of the twilight symphonies, with Mark lethargically reaching for the remote to turn off the movie. The beauteous euphonies of the younger’s even breaths dancing between them as the older kept his fingers languidly weaving through Y/N’s hair.

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arthurcurry93-blog · 6 years ago

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Tips for Teaching Young Children

How would we instruct such that guides into a tyke's normal want to learn?

Youngsters are normally inquisitive. They investigate, analyze, contact, make inquiries, and are inspired to learn. To them it's everything play, and they needn't bother with grown-ups adulating them for their endeavors.

Thinking about how you can enable youngsters to succeed? Consider the accompanying qualities of how they figure out how to enable you to educate in manners that enhance their capacity to understand new ideas.

1. Youthful youngsters realize when branches of knowledge are coordinated

Offer youngsters topical units rich with substance and they will be intrigued and propelled, particularly on the off chance that you can convey genuine articles to contact and investigate that identify with the subject.

Fundamental proficiency and math ideas can be educated and assessed as the topic content is shared. A "winter" subject offers numerous chances to show the letter W, to tally and www.kathietalbot.com record the quantity of gloves on snowmen built in a craftsmanship exercise, or to make designs for paper scarfs.

A youngster finding out about the existence cycle of a butterfly may act it out with inventive development and verse, paint the procedure with an expansive paper and paint, represent and name the phases in science and proficiency exercises and tune in to related stories and melodies. Abstain from seeking after a subject if the kids have lost intrigue. Inquire as to whether you are showing enough "genuine articles". New subjects get everybody inspired and energetic.

2. Kids learn in heaps of various ways

Visual students observe intently when you exhibit a movement and like to draw and play with shapes and riddles. Sound-related students comprehend thoughts and ideas since they recollect data they have heard, pursue spoken bearings well and recall melodies effectively.

Albeit all kids learn through touch, some adapt best joining touch and development (material/motor students). A few kids like structure while others adapt all the more effectively in an unstructured domain.

On the off chance that you need occupied, glad and on assignment youngsters, give them an assortment of exercises that address the issues of various learning styles.

3. Kids frequently don't have the vocabulary to convey what needs be

Unpracticed instructors in some cases misjudge a kid's reluctance to take an interest as willfulness or awful conduct when as a general rule, the tyke may come up short on the abilities to account for himself. Utilize intelligent tuning in to enable youngsters to convey why they are vexed.

Once in a while kids function admirably in gatherings, figuring out how to share and create thoughts. At different occasions they simply should be separated from everyone else with plentiful time to make sense of things for themselves.

Try not to anticipate flawlessness. Unwind and mess around with your understudies!

4. Youngsters advance when ideas are educated in an organized, well ordered way

At the point when ideas are displayed in an organized well ordered procedure with each progression expanding on past information, youngsters learn with less exertion.

For instance, anticipating that a youthful kid should comprehend the idea of an evolved way of life without past encounters with, and vocabulary about, chains and connections is expecting excessively.

5. Youngsters' capacities to watch and process data create at different rates

Some four-year old youngsters have great little engine coordination and draw and cut delightfully, however have postponed discourse designs. Other kids might be verbally smooth yet be physically awkward or be at a writing stage in illustration.

Similarly as youngsters grow physically at various rates, they additionally advance scholastically, socially, inwardly, and imaginatively at different velocities. Compelling educating happens when instructors recollect that learning is formative.

Offer open-finished exercises to meet the formative phases everything being equal. An open-finished action includes youngsters at a wide scope of formative dimensions. Youngsters are less baffled working at their own dimension and they don't need to contrast their outcomes with a lot of indistinguishable worksheets.

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payel47757-blog · 6 years ago

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Best Wishes For Anniversary

Wishing your people a sprightly remembrance is more than making a message that gets their fondness. It's making a true showing of everything their love has created, animated and continued in transit. Returning them to the day their veneration began and how it has created amid the time can be a remarkable technique to wish them a chipper recognition. Between masterminding a celebration assembling and choosing the recognition requesting, you may feel a little overwhelmed finding the perfect remembrance quote for your people.

We've organized a once-over of 40 recognition articulations for watchmen that are meriting addressing their dependable love. This year, give your people a gift that will contact their hearts and remind them what their love can do.

Despite whether you're filtering for certifiable words to offer your thanks and thankfulness or something logically cheerful, the going with recognition proclamations will empower you to put your thoughts on paper as a perfect development to their celebration blessings.

Playful Recognition Proclamations For Gatekeepers

As the years cruise by, your people may not praise their recognition like they used to. Using a playful remembrance quote in your card or on a custom canvas print may help move them to perceive the occasion with the right vitality the day

"Mother and Father, I can't begin to depict that I am so respected to have astounding gatekeepers for an amazing duration. Seeing real sentiment through you the two satisfies my heart. As your daughter/tyke I see perfection in both of you. I venerate you." - Obscure

"You don't marry someone you can live with. You marry the person who you can't survive without." - Secretive

"The primary concern better than having you for gatekeepers is my youths having you for grandparents. Playful celebration Mother and Father." - Obscure

"Both of you are a living instance of how a couple can be centered around their warmth and support a family's improvement an apparently unending measure of time after year. Happy wedding celebration to you!" - Obscure

"Because of you both, the world understands that reality and love exist. Keep these feelings alive and cherish one another. Happy remembrance, Mother and Father!" - Obscure

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"One more year to make important memories together. One more year to discover new things to acknowledge around each other. One more year to fortify a marriage that portrays until the finish of time. Bright recognition!" - Strange

"The best love is the minding that mixes the soul; that influences us to pursue extra, that plants the fire in our spirits and passes on concordance to our minds." - Nicholas Flashes

"The best delight of life is the conviction that we are loved; venerated for ourselves, or genuinely, loved ignoring ourselves." - Victor Hugo

"All, everything that I fathom, I see basically in light of the fact that I treasure." - Leo Tolstoy

Wedding Celebration Explanations For Watchmen

Help your people to recall the day they expressed, "I, do" by securing several wedding remembrance refers to from commended researchers and specialists. The specialists have explained love and will empower you to confer your sentiments to Mother and Father. They may even be lured to reveal their wedding photo accumulation in the wake of examining your message.

"Where there is love there is life." – Mahatma Ghandi

"Most by far imagine that its hard to take confidence in "dependably", anyway watching the interminable love between both of you impacts me to have confidence in "until the finish of time". Energetic celebration mother and father!" - Obscure

"Notwithstanding the impressive number of years, the endeavoring times that you have both experienced, yet your marriage remained strong and steady. When I get hitched at some point not long from now, I believe I would have a bond more grounded and tenacious with my assistant as both of you did. I appreciate you mother and father. Happy remembrance!" - Puzzling

"I recall how energetic, dazzling and cheery you were the time when I was a little tyke. Likewise, you know, dear gatekeepers, nothing has transformed starting now and into the foreseeable future. You're just the proportional: loving and being worshiped – that is what critical. Congratulations on your wedding celebration!" - Puzzling

"It seems like I was brought into the world under a lucky star, since I have such phenomenal watchmen. You've vanquished various life challenges together and disregarding it your love and respect for each ended up being simply more grounded. It's a real marvel and I'm happy to watch it. Congratulations on the recognition!" - Obscure

"Today is an uncommonly remarkable day for people I value more than life – it's your wedding celebration, my venerated watchmen! You've formally spent a huge amount of splendid years together and now I have to wish you to spend impressively more years getting a charge out of each other and passing on ecstasy to everyone around! Well done!" - Secretive

"He felt since he was not simply close to her, anyway that he didn't have the foggiest thought where she completed and he began." - Leo Tolstoy

"You be my glass of wine and I'll be your shot of whiskey." - Blake Shelton

"Marriage is the splendid ring in a chain whose begin is a look and whose culmination is Unlimited quality." - Kahlil Gibran

"My love for you is a voyage, starting at everlastingly and completing at never." - Baffling

Intriguing Remembrance Proclamations For Watchmen

If your people love humor and would esteem getting two or three chuckles out of your message by then, you should adulate their veneration with a celebration message to make them smile. The going with summary of intriguing celebration articulations will empower you to add a little shrewdness to your celebration.

"Being hitched looks like having a nearest sidekick who doesn't review that anything you state." - Strange

"Marriage allows you to exasperate one remarkable individual for an astounding leftover portion." - Obscure

"Never laugh at your significant other's choices, you are one of them." - Puzzling

"Love is being dumb together." - Obscure

"Notwithstanding you continue like love winged creatures, chipper recognition!" - Puzzling

"Father, winning Mother's heart was extremely my blessed triumph. Perky recognition!" - Obscure

"You've been as one so long you be permitted an advantaged P.H.D in Each other. Happy celebration." - Puzzling

"I couldn't imagine where I'd be without both of you, really! Happy celebration." - Strange

"The riddle of a cheery marriage remains a secret. However, whatever both of you are doing is working. Stay energetic and chipper remembrance." - Puzzling

"In case the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I'm planning to marry the young woman I had constantly needed and being hitched X number of years.

There are certain accomplishment celebrations that merit some extra remarkable thought and a 50th wedding remembrance is one of them. Certification your message is as splendid as the standard gifts gotten by using one of the going with 50th wedding remembrance refers to for watchmen.

"The best and most awesome things in this world can't be seen or even heard, yet ought to be felt with the heart." - Helen Keller

"To love is nothing. To be worshiped is something. Regardless, to love and be treasured, that is everything." - T. Tolis

"I saw that you were faultless consequently I revered you. I saw that you were not faultless and I treasured you significantly more." - Angelita Lim

"The heart needs what it needs. There's no reason to these things. You meet someone and you start to look all starry peered toward at and it's as simple as that." Woody Allen

" There's not a reasonable trade for an uncommon love who says, 'Paying little mind to what's new with you, my pleasure at this table." - Tom Hanks

"At the dash of love everyone transforms into a craftsman." - Plato

"Being significantly revered by someone gives you quality, while appreciating someone significantly gives you valor." - Lao-Tzu

"Close sentiment doesn't happen quickly; it's a reliably creating strategy. It makes after you've encountered numerous great and awful occasions, when you've persevered through together, cried together, laughed together." - Ricardo Montalban

"Cozy sentiment doesn't come to you, it must be inside you." - Julia Roberts

"You don't love someone for their looks, their articles of clothing or their lavish vehicle, yet since they sing a tune nobody yet you can hear."

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palehorsepalerider · 6 years ago

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World War II

The Pacific - Hugh Ambrose

Between America’s retreat from China in late November 1941 and the moment General MacArthur’s airplane touched down on the Japanese mainland in August of 1945, five men connected by happenstance fought the key battles of the war against Japan. From the debacle in Bataan, to the miracle at Midway and the relentless vortex of Guadalcanal, their solemn oaths to their country later led one to the Great Marianas Turkey Shoot and the others to the coral strongholds of Peleliu, the black terraces of Iwo Jima and the killing fields of Okinawa, until at last the survivors enjoyed a triumphant, yet uneasy, return home.

In The Pacific, Hugh Ambrose focuses on the real-life stories of the five men who put their lives on the line for our country. To deepen the story revelaed in the miniseriesand go beyond it, the book dares to chart a great ocean of enmity known as The Pacific and the brave men who fought. Some considered war a profession, others enlisted as citizen soldiers. Each man served in a different part of the war, but their respective duties required every ounce of their courage and their strength to defeat an enemy who preferred suicide to surrender. The medals for valor which were pinned on three of them came at a shocking price - a price paid in full by all.

Band of Brothers: E Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne from Normandy to Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest- Stephen E. Ambrose

“As good a rifle company as any in the world, Easy Company, 101st Airborne Division, U. S. Army, kept getting the tough assigments–responsible for everything from parachuting into France early D-Day morning to the capture of Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest at Berchtesgaden. In Band of Brothers, Ambrose tells of the men in this brave unit who fought, went hungry, froze, and died, a company that took 150 percent casualties and considered the Purple Heart a badge of office. Drawing on hours of interviews with survivors as well as the soldiers’ journals and letters, Stephen Ambrose recounts the stories, often in the men’s own words, of these American heroes.

Citizen Soldiers: The US Army from the Normandy Beaches to the Bulge to the Surrender of Germany - Stephen E. Ambrose

From Stephen E. Ambrose, bestselling author of Band of Brothers and D-Day, the inspiring story of the ordinary men of the U.S. army in northwest Europe from the day after D-Day until the end of the bitterest days of World War II. In this riveting account, historian Stephen E. Ambrose continues where he left off in his #1 bestseller D-Day. Citizen Soldiers opens at 0001 hours, June 7, 1944, on the Normandy beaches, and ends at 0245 hours, May 7, 1945, with the allied victory. It is biography of the US Army in the European Theater of Operations, and Ambrose again follows the individual characters of this noble, brutal, and tragic war. From the high command down to the ordinary soldier, Ambrose draws on hundreds of interviews to re-create the war experience with startling clarity and immediacy. From the hedgerows of Normandy to the overrunning of Germany, Ambrose tells the real story of World War II from the perspective of the men and women who fought it.

D-Day, June 6, 1944: The Battle for the Normandy Beaches - Stephen E. Ambrose

It is the young men born into the false prosperity of the 1920s and brought up in the bitter realities of the Depression of the 1930s that this book is about. The literature they read as youngsters was anti-war and cynical, portraying patriots as suckers, slackers and heroes. None of them wanted to be part of another war. They wanted to be throwing baseballs, not handgrenades; shooting .22s at rabbits, not M-1s at other young men. But when the test came, when freedom had to be fought for or abandoned, they fought (from the Prologue).

The Other Nuremberg: The Untold Story of the Tokyo War Crimes Trial - Arnold Brackman

Dotted with stunning disclosures of crimes and cover-ups, this is a startling narrative of the way Japan conducted World War II: from Nanking to Pearl Harbor to the attempted assassination of Stalin to their final surrender. 16 pages of photographs.

Flags of Our Fathers - James D. Bradley

In this unforgettable chronicle of perhaps the most famous moment in American military history, James Bradley has captured the glory, the triumph, the heartbreak, and the legacy of the six men who raised the flag at Iwo Jima. Here is the true story behind the immortal photograph that has come to symbolize the courage and indomitable will of America. In February 1945, American Marines plunged into the surf at Iwo Jima—and into history. Through a hail of machine-gun and mortar fire that left the beaches strewn with comrades, they battled to the island's highest peak. And after climbing through a landscape of hell itself, they raised a flag. Now the son of one of the flagraisers has written a powerful account of six very different young men who came together in a moment that will live forever. To his family, John Bradley never spoke of the photograph or the war. But after his death at age seventy, his family discovered closed boxes of letters and photos. In Flags of Our Fathers, James Bradley draws on those documents to retrace the lives of his father and the men of Easy Company. Following these men's paths to Iwo Jima, James Bradley has written a classic story of the heroic battle for the Pacific's most crucial island—an island riddled with Japanese tunnels and 22,000 fanatic defenders who would fight to the last man. But perhaps the most interesting part of the story is what happened after the victory. The men in the photo—three were killed during the battle—were proclaimed heroes and flown home, to become reluctant symbols. For two of them, the adulation was shattering. Only James Bradley's father truly survived, displaying no copy of the famous photograph in his home, telling his son only: "The real heroes of Iwo Jima were the guys who didn't come back." Few books ever have captured the complexity and furor of war and its aftermath as well as Flags of Our Fathers. A penetrating, epic look at a generation at war, this is history told with keen insight, enormous honesty, and the passion of a son paying homage to his father. It is the story of the difference between truth and myth, the meaning of being a hero, and the essence of the human experience of war.

Shifty’s War: The Authorized Biography of Sargeant Darrell “Shifty” Powers, the Legendary Sharpshooter from the Band of Brothers - Marcus Brotherton

When he was a boy gorwing up in the remote mining town of Clinchco, Virginia, Shifty Powers’ goal was to become the best rifle shot he could be. His father trained him to listen to the woods, to “see” without his eyes. Little did Shifty know his finely-tuned skills would one day save his life-and the lives of many of his friends.

Shifty’s War is a tale of a soldier’s blood-filled days fighting his way from the shores of France to the heartland of Germany, and the epic story of how one man’s abilities as a sharpshooter, along with an engaging unassuming personality, propelled him to a life greater than he could have ever imagined.

We Who Are Alive and Remain: Untold Stories from the Band of Brothers - Marcus Brotherton

They were the men of the now-legendary Easy Company. After almost two years of hard training, they parachuted into Normandy on D-Day and, later, Operation MARKET-GARDEN. They fought their way through Belgium, France, and Germany, survived overwhelming odds, liberated concentration camps, and drank a victory toast in April 1945 at Hitler’s hideout in the Alps. Here, revealed for the first time, are stories of war, sacrifice, and courage as experienced by one of the most revered combat units in military history. In We Who Are Alive and Remain, twenty men who were there and are alive today-and the families of three deceased others-recount the horrors and the victories, the bonds they made, the tears and blood they shed…and the brothers they lost.

Islands of the Damned: A Marine at War in the Pacific - R.V. Burgin

This is an eyewitness-and eye opening-account of the most savage and brutal fghting in the war against Japan, told from the perspective of a young Texan who volunteered for the Marine Corps to escape a life as a traveling salesman. R.V. Burgin enlisted at the age of twenty, and with his sharp intelligence and earnest work ethic, climbed the ranks from a green private to a seasoned sergeant. Along the war, he shouldered a rifle as a member of a mortar squad. He saw friends die - and enemies killed. He saw scenes he wanted to forget but never did - from enemy snipers who tied themselves to branches in the highest trees, to ambushes along narrow jungle trails, to the abandoned corpses of hara kiri victims, to the final howling banzai attacks as the Japanese embraced their inevitable defeat.

An unforgettable narrative of a young Marine in combat, Islands of the Damned brings to life the hell that was the Pacific War.

Call of Duty: My Life Before, During and After the Band of Brothers - Lt. Lynn Compton

As part of the elite 101st Airborne paratroopers, Lt. Lynn “Buck” Compton fought in critical battles of World War II as a member of Easy Company, immortalized as the Band of Brothers.

This is the true story of a real-life hero. From his years as a two-sport UCLA star who played baseball with Jackie Robinson and football in the 1943 Rose Bowl, through his legendary post-World War II legal career as a prosecutor, in which he helped convict Sirhan Sirhan for the murder of Robert F. Kennedy, Buck Compton’s story truly embodies the American Dream: college sports star, esteemed combat veteran, detective, attorney, judge.

Brothers in Battle, Best of Friends: Two WWII Paratroopers from the Original Band of Brothers Tell Their Story - Bill Guarnere and Edward “Babe” Heffron

William “Wild Bill” Guarnere and Edward “Babe” Heffron were among the first paratroopers of the U.S. Army members of an elite unit of the 101st Airborne Division called Easy Company. The crack unit was called upon for every high-risk operation of the war, including D-Day, Operation MARKEY-GARDEN in Holland, the Battle of the Bulge, and the capture of Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest in Berchtesgaden. Both men fought side by side until Guarnere lost his leg in the Battle of the Bulge and was sent home. Heffron went on to liberate concentration camps and take Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest hideout. United by their experience, they reconnected at the war’s end and have been best friends ever since. Their story is a tribute to the lasting bond forged between comrades in armsand to all those who fought for freedom.

The Longest Winter: The Battle of the Bulge and the Epic Story of World War II’s Most Decorated Platoon - Alex Kershaw

On a cold morning in December, 1944, deep in the Ardennes forest, a platoon of eighteen men under the command of twenty-year-old lieutenant Lyle Bouck were huddled in their foxholes trying desperately to keep warm. Suddenly, the early morning silence was broken by the roar of a huge artillery bombardment and the dreadful sound of approaching tanks. Hitler had launched his bold and risky offensive against the Allies-his "last gamble"-and the small American platoon was facing the main thrust of the entire German assault. Vastly outnumbered, they repulsed three German assaults in a fierce day-long battle, killing over five hundred German soldiers and defending a strategically vital hill. Only when Bouck's men had run out of ammunition did they surrender to the enemy.

As POWs, Bouck's platoon began an ordeal far worse than combat-survive in captivity under trigger-happy German guards, Allied bombing raids, and a daily ration of only thin soup. In German POW camps, hundreds of captured Americans were either killed or died of disease, and most lost all hope. But the men of Bouck's platoon survived-miraculously, all of them.

Once again in vivid, dramatic prose, Alex Kershaw brings to life the story of some of America's little-known heroes-the story of America's most decorated small unit, an epic story of courage and survival in World War II, and one of the most inspiring stories in American history.

The Girls of Atomic City: The Untold Story of the Women Who Helped Win World War II - Denise Kiernan

The Tennessee town of Oak Ridge was created from scratch in 1942. One of the Manhattan Project’s secret cities, it didn’t appear on any maps until 1949, and yet at the height of World War II it was using more electricity than New York City and was home to more than 75,000 people, many of them young women recruited from small towns across the South. Their jobs were shrouded in mystery, but they were buoyed by a sense of shared purpose, close friendships—and a surplus of handsome scientists and Army men!

But against this vibrant wartime backdrop, a darker story was unfolding. The penalty for talking about their work—even the most innocuous details—was job loss and eviction. One woman was recruited to spy on her coworkers. They all knew something big was happening at Oak Ridge, but few could piece together the true nature of their work until the bomb "Little Boy" was dropped over Hiroshima, Japan, and the secret was out. The shocking revelation: the residents of Oak Ridge were enriching uranium for the atomic bomb.

Though the young women originally believed they would leave Oak Ridge after the war, many met husbands there, made lifelong friends, and still call the seventy-year-old town home. The reverberations from their work there—work they didn’t fully understand at the time—are still being felt today. In The Girls of Atomic City, Denise Kiernan traces the astonishing story of these unsung WWII workers through interviews with dozens of surviving women and other Oak Ridge residents. Like The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, this is history and science made fresh and vibrant—a beautifully told, deeply researched story that unfolds in a suspenseful and exciting way.

Conversations with Major Dick Winters: Life Lessons from the Commander of the Band of Brothers - Cole C. Kingseed

He was a quiet, reluctant hero whose modesty and strength drew the admiration of not only his men, but millions worldwide. Now comes the story of Dick Winters in his last years as witnessed and experienced by his good friend, Cole C. Kingseed.

Kingseed shares the formative experience that made Winters such an effective leader. He addresses Winter’s experiences and leadership during the war, his intense, unbreakable devotion to his men, his search for peace both without and within after the war, and how fame forced him to make adjustments to an international audience of well-wishers and admirers, even as he attempted to leave a lasting legacybefore joining his fallen comrades. Following Winters’s death on January 2, 2011, the outpouring of grief and adulation for one of this nation’s preeminent leaders of character, courage, and competence shows just how much of an impact Dick Winters left on the world.

This is a story of leadership, fame, and friendship, and the journey of one man’s struggle to find the peace that he promised himself if he survived World War II.

Battle for Iwo Jima - Robert Leckie

Iwo Jima is one of the most famous battles in World War II, and the greatest battle fought by the U.S. Marine Corps in World War II. From that battle came the most famous image of the war, the raising of the flag on Mount Suribachi. Robert Leckie, the bestselling author of Helmet for My Pillow has written an extraordinary story of one of the bloodiest battles in Marine Corps history.

Challenge for the Pacific: Guadalcanal: The Turning Point of the War - Robert Leckie

From Robert Leckie, the World War II veteran and New York Times bestselling author of Helmet for My Pillow, whose experiences were featured in the HBO miniseries The Pacific , comes this vivid narrative of the astonishing six-month campaign for Guadalcanal. From the Japanese soldiers’ carefully calculated—and ultimately foiled—attempt to build a series of impregnable island forts on the ground to the tireless efforts of the Americans who struggled against a tenacious adversary and the temperature and terrain of the island itself, Robert Leckie captures the loneliness, the agony, and the heat of twenty-four-hour-a-day fighting on Guadalcanal. Combatants from both sides are brought to life: General Archer Vandegrift, who first assembled an amphibious strike force; Isoroku Yamamoto, the naval general whose innovative strategy was tested; the island-born Allied scout Jacob Vouza, who survived hideous torture to uncover the enemy’s plans; and Saburo Sakai, the ace flier who shot down American planes with astonishing ease. Propelling the Allies to eventual victory, Guadalcanal was truly the turning point of the war. Challenge for the Pacific is an unparalleled, authoritative account of this great fight that forever changed our world.

Helmet for My Pillow: From Parris Island to the Pacific - Robert Leckie

Here is one of the most riveting first-person accounts to ever come out of the Second World War. Robert Leckie was 21 when he enlisted in the US Marine Corps in January 1942. In Helmet for My Pillowwe followhis journey, from boot camp on Parris Island, South Carolina, all the way to the raging battles in the Pacific, where some of the war’s fiercest fighting took place. Recounting his service with the 1st Marine Division and the brutal action on Guadalcanal, New Britain and Peleliu, Leckie spares no detail of the horrors and sacrifice of war, painting an unsentimental portrait of how real warriors are made, fight, and all too often die in the defence of their country.

From the live-for-today rowdiness of Marines on leave to the terrors of jungle warfare against an enemy determined to fight to the last man, Leckie describes what it’s really like when victory can only be measured inch by bloody inch. Unparalleled in its immediacy and accuracy, Helmet for My Pillow is a gripping account from an ordinary soldier fighting in extraordinary conditions. This is a book that brings you as close to the mud, the blood, and the experience of war as it is safe to come.

Okinawa: The Last Battle of World War II - Robert Leckie

Former Marine and Pacific War veteran Robert Leckie tells the story of the invasion of Okinawa, the closing battle of World War II. Leckie is a skilled military historian, mixing battle strategy and analysis with portraits of the men who fought on both sides to give the reader a complete account of the invasion. Lasting 83 days and surpassing D-Day in both troops and material used, the Battle of Okinawa was a decisive victory for the Allies, and a huge blow to Japan. In this stirring and readable account, Leckie provides a complete picture of the battle and its context in the larger war.

Strong Men Armed: The United States Marines Against Japan - Robert Leckie

Strong Men Armed relates the U.S. Marines' unprecedented, relentless drive across the Pacific during World War II, from Guadalcanal to Okinawa, detailing their struggle to dislodge from heavily fortified islands an entrenched enemy who had vowed to fight to extinction—and did. (All but three of the Marines' victories required the complete annihilation of the Japanese defending force.) As scout and machine-gunner for the First Marine Division, the author fought in all its engagements till his wounding at Peleliu. Here he uses firsthand experience and impeccable research to re-create the nightmarish battles. The result is both an exciting chronicle and a moving tribute to the thousands of men who died in reeking jungles and on palm-studded beaches, thousands of miles from home and fifty years before their time, of whom Admiral Chester W. Nimitz once said, "Uncommon valor was a common virtue."Strong Men Armed includes over a dozen maps, a chronology of the war in the Pacific, the Marine Medal of Honor Winners in World War II, and Marine Corps aces in World War II.

Battleground Pacific: A Marine Rifleman’s Combat Odyssey in K/3/5 - Sterling Mace

Sterling Mace’s unit was the legendary “K-3-5” (for Company K, 3rd Batallion, 5th Regiment of the 1st Marine Division) and his story takes readers through some of the most intense action of the Pacific War, from the seldom-seen perspective of a rifleman at the point of attack.

Battleground Pacific is filled with inedible moments that begin with his childhood growing up in Queens, New York, and his run-in with the law that eventually led to his enlistment. But this is ultimately a combat tale - as violent and harrowing as any that has come before. From fighting through the fiery hell that was Peleliu to the deadly battleground of Okinawa, Mace traces his path from the fear of combat to understanding that killing another human comes just as easily as staying alive. He learns that bravery often equates to stupidity, leading to the death of close friends, but also that life goes on, with death on its heels.

Battleground Pacific is one of the most important and entertaining memoirs about the Pacific theater in WWII.

Easy Company Soldier: The Legendery Battles of a Sargeant from World War II’s “Band of Brothers” - Don Malarkey

Drafted in 1942, Malarkey arrived at Camp Toccoa in Georgia and was one of the one in six soldiers who earned their Eagle wings. He went to England in 1943 to provide cover on the ground for the largest amphibious military attack in history: Operation Overlord.

In the darkness of D-day morning, Malarkey parachuted into France and within days was awarded a Bronze Star for his heorism in battle. He fought for twenty-three days in Normandy, nearly eighty in Holland, thirty-nine in Bastogne, and nearly thirty more in and near Hauhenau, France and the Ruhr pocket in Germany.

This is his dramatic tale of those bloody days fighting his way from the shores of France to the heartland of Germany, and the epic story of how an adventurous kid from Oregon became a leader of men.

Hell in the Pacific: A Marine Rifleman’s Journey From Guadalcanal to Peleliu - Jim McEnery

In what may be the last memoir to be published by a living veteran of the pivotal invasion of Guadalcanal, which ocurred almost seventy years ago, Marine Jim McEnery has teamed up with author Bill Sloan to create an unforgettable chronicle of heroism and horror.

McENERY’S RIFLE COMPANY - the legendary K/3/5 of the First Marine Division, made famous by the HBO miniseries The Pacific - fought in some of the most ferocious battles of the war. In searing detail, the author takes us back to Guadalcanal, where American forces first turned the tide against the Japanese; Cape Gloucester, where 1,300 Marines were killed or wounded; and bloody Peleliu, where McEnery assumed command of the company and helped hasten the final defeat of the Japanese garrison after weeks of torturous cave-to-cave fighting.

McEnery’s story is a no-holds-barred, grunt’s-eye view of the sacrifices, suffering, and raw courage of the men in the foxholes, locked in mortal combat with an implacable enemy sworn to fight to the death. From bayonet charges and hand-to-hand combat to midnight banzai attacks and the loss of close buddies, the rifle squad leader spares no details, chronicling his odyssey from boot camp through twenty-eight months of hellish combat until his eventual return home. He has given us an unforgettable portrait of men at war.

You’ll Be Sor-ree: A Guadalcanal Marine Remembers the Pacific War - Sidney Phillips

Sid Phillips knew he was a long way from his home in Mobile, AL, when he plunged into the jungles of Guadalcanal in August 1942. A mortarman with H-Company (the same company as Helmet for My Pillow author Robert Leckie), 2nd Battalion, 1st Marine Regiment of the 1st Marine Division, Sid was only a 17-year old kid when he entered combat. Some two years later, when he returned home, the island fighting on Guadalcanal and Cape Gloucester had turned Sid into an “Old Timer” by Marine standards, and more; he came home a man. These are his memoirs, the humble and candid tales that Sid collected during a Pacific odyssey spanning half the globe, from the grueling boot camp at Parris Island to the coconut groves of Guadalcanal to the romantic respite of Australia. In this true story, Sid recalls his encounters with icons like Chesty Puller, Gen Vandergrift, Eleanor Roosevelt, and his boyhood friend, Eugene Sledge. He remembers a sense of helplessness as Japanese bombers and battleships rained expendable. This is the story of how Sid stood shoulder to shoulder with his Marine brothers to discover the inner strength and deep faith necessary to survive the dark, early days of World War II in the Pacific.

At Dawn We Slept: The Untold Story of Pearl Harbor - Gordon Prange

Decades after the attack that plunged America into WWII, At Dawn We Slept remains the greatest account of Pearl Harbor ever written. This gripping study scrupulously reconstructs the Japanese attack, from its conception (less than a year before the actual raid) to its lightning execution; & it reveals the true reason for the American debacle: the insurmountable disbelief in the Japanese threat that kept America from heeding advance warnings & caused leaders to ignore evidence submitted by our own intelligence sources. Based on 37 years of intense research & countless interviews, & incorporating previously untranslated documents, At Dawn We Slept is history with the dramatic sweep of a martial epic.

I’m Staying with My Boys: The Heroic Life of Sgt John Basilone, USMC - Jim Proser

“I’M STAYING WITH MY BOYS…” is a first-hand look inside the life of one of the greatest heroes of the Greatest Generation.

Sgt. John Basilone was lauded by General Douglas MacArthut as “…one man Army”, awarded the Medal of Honor for his heroic actions on Guadalcanal and celebrated by the nation.

It was the turning point of the war and Basilone’s foxhole was the site of the turning point in the battle. That was just the beginning of his legend.

Distinctive among military biographies, the story is narrated by Sgt. Basilone himself allowing readers to experience the development of Johnny Basilone, the aimless youth, into Gunnery Sergeant “Manila John” Basilone, the clear-eyed warrior, undefeated light-heavyweight boxer and nationally revered war hero.

This publication is the only family-authorized biography and features many never before published family photographs. Basilone, along with his first commanding officer in sctual combat, Chesty Puller, are arguably the two greatest icons in Marine Corps history. The story of “Manila John” is part of every Marine’s boot camp education.

The story is woven with surprising personal details. He clearly foresaw his future three separate times. Each time his visions came to pass - including the last - foretelling his death. But his place was with “…my boys”, so he ignored the vision and returned to battle at Iwo Jima. Manila John was killed on the beach defending his boys and earned the Navy Cross for his bravery - an emotional true story.

With the Old Breed: At Peleliu and Okinawa - E.B. Sledge

In his own book, Wartime, Paul Fussell called With the Old Breed “one of the finest memoirs to emerge from any war.” John Keegan referred to it in The Second World War as “one of the most arresting documents in war literature.” And Studs Terkel was so fascinated with the story he interviewed its author for his book, “The Good War.” What has made E.B. Sledge’s memoir of his experience fighting in the South Pacific during World War II so devastatingly powerful is its sheer honest simplicity and compassion.

Nowincluding a new introduction by Paul Fussell, With the Old Breed presents a stirring, personal account of the vitality and bravery of the Marines in the battles at Peleliu and Okinawa. Born in Mobile, Alabama in 1923 and raised on riding, hunting, fishing, and a respect for history and legendary heroes such as George Washington and Daniel Boone, Eugene Bondurant Sledge (later called “Sledgehammer” by his Marine Corps buddies) joined the Marines the year after the bombing of Pearl Harbor and from 1943 to 1946 endured the events recorded in this book. In those years, he passed, often painfully, from innocence to experience.

Sledge enlisted out of patriotism, idealism, and youthful courage, but once he landed on the beach at Peleliu, it was purely a struggle for survival. Based on the notes he kept on slips of paper tucked secretly away in his New Testament, he simply and directly recalls those long months, mincing no words and sparing no pain. The reality of battle meant unbearable heat, deafening gunfire, unimaginable brutality and cruelty, the stench of death, and, above all, constant fear. Sledge still has nightmares about “the bloody, muddy month of May on Okinawa.” But, as he also tellingly reveals, the bonds of friendship formed then will never be severed.

Sledge’s honesty and compassion for the other marines, even complete strangers, sets him apart as a memoirist of war. Read as sobering history or as high adventure, With the Old Breed is a moving chronicle of action and courage.

China Marine: An Infantryman’s Life After World War II - E.B. Sledge

China Marine is the extraordinary sequel to E.B. Sledge’s memoir, With the Old Breed, which remains the most powerful and moving account of the U.S. Marines in World War II. Sledge continues his story where With the Old Breed left off and recounts the compelling conclusion of his Marine career.

After Japan’s surrender in 1945, Sledge and his company were sent to China to maintain order and to calm the seething cauldron of the political and ideological unrest created by opposing factions. His regiment was the first Marine unit to return to the ancient city of Peiping (no Beijing) where they witnessed the last of old China and the rise of the Communist state. Sledge also recounts the difficulty of returning to his hometown of Mobile, Alabama, and resuming civilian life while haunted by shadows of close combat. Through the discipline of writing and the study of biology, he shows how he came to terms with the terrifying memories that had plagued him for years.

Poignant and compelling, China Marine provides a frank depiction of the real costs of war, emotional and psychological as well as physical, and reveals the enduring bond that develops between men who face the horrors of war.

Brotherhood of Heroes: The Marines at Peleliu, 1944- The Bloodiest Battle of the Pacific War - Bill Sloan

This Band of Brothers for the Pacific is the gut-wrenching and ultimately triumphant story of the Marines’ most ferocious - yet largely forgotten - battle of World War II.

Between September 15 and October 15, 1944, the First Marine Division suffered more than 6,500 casualties fighting on a hellish little coral island in the Pacific. Peleliu was the setting for one of the most savage struggles of modern times, a true killing ground that has been all but forgotten - until now. Drawing on interviews with Peleliu veterans, Bill Sloan’s gripping narrative seamlessly weaves together the experiences of the men who were there, producing a vivid and unflinching tableau of the twenty-four-hour-a-day nightmare of Peleliu.

Emotionally moving and gripping in its depictions of combat, Brotherhood of Heroes rescues the Corps’s bloodiest battle from obscurity and does honor to the Marines who fought it.

Red Blood, Black Sand: Fighting Alongside John Basilone from Boot Camp to Iwo Jima - Chuck Tatum

Originally penned for his Marine buddies, now, WWII veteran Chuck Tatum’s coveted book, “Red Blood, Black Sand,” is available to audiences worldwide. “Red Blood, Black Sand,” is Chuck’s true story, his first-hand account of Iwo Jima, the Marine Corps’ most savage battle. Best selling author/historian Stephen E. Ambrose praised “Red Blood, Black Sand,” saying, “In my judgement no combat veterans’ memoir is better…and only a handful are equal.” Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg agreed, and bought the rights to use “Red Blood, Black Sand” as a credited source for their new, $200-million-dollar HBO mini-series, “The Pacific.” In addition, they made Chuck Tatum a central character of the series, portrayed by actor Ben Esler. “Red Blood, Black Sand,” transports the reader back to 1944, when the Marine Corps built a fresh division, the 5th, for an apocalyptic battle: Iwo Jima. This gripping narrative follows Chuck’s life-or-death training at Camp Pendleton where Chuck learned machine guns, the tools of his trade, from his new mentor: Medal of Honor recipient John Basilone. Chuck’s colorful storytelling takes the reader on his voyage overseas, from the raucous port of Pearl Harbor with its gambling, gals, and tattoos, to the island of death itself, where Chuck hit the black sand beach of Iwo Jima, an 18-year-old Marine machine gunner in the climactic battle of the war. This is the story of Chuck’s two weeks in hell, where he fought alongside Basilone and watched his hero fall, where enemy infiltratiors stalked the night and snipers haunted the day, and where Chuck would see his friends whittled away in an ear-shattering, earth-shaking, meat grinder of a battle. Before the end, Chuck would find himself, like his hero Basilone, standing alone, blind with rage, firing a machine gun from the hip, while in a personal battle to keep his sanity. This is the island, the heroes, and the tragedy of Iwo Jima, through the eyes of the battle’s greatest storyteller, Chuck Tatum. Includes new bonus chapters: “Chuck’s thoughts on The Pacific series” and actor Ben Esler’s “On Set Memories of Portraying Chuck Tatum.“

Myth and Maneater: The Story of the Shark - David Kenyon Webster

Parachute Infantry: An American Paratrooper’s Memoir of D-Day and the Fall of the Third Reich - David Kenyon Webster

David Kenyon Webster’s memoir is a clear-eyed, emotionally charged chronicle of youth, camaraderie, and the chaos of war. Relying on his own letters home and recollections he penned just after his discharge, Webster gives a first hand account of life in E Company, 101st Airborne Division, crafting a memoir that resonates with the immediacy of a gripping novel. From the beaches of Normandy to the blood-dimmed battlefields of Holland, here are acts of courage and cowardice, moments of irritating boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror, and pitched urban warfare. Offering a remarkable snapshot of what it was like to enter Germany in the last days of World War II, Webster presents a vivid, varied cast of young paratroopers from all walks of life, and unforgettable glimpses of enemy soldiers and hapless civilians caught up in the melee. Parachute Infantry is at once harsh and moving, boisterous and tragic, and stands today as an unsurpassed chronicle of war - how men fight it, survive it, and remember it.

Beyond Band of Brothers: The War Memoirs of Major Dick Winters - Major Dick Winters

Immortalized as the Band of Brothers, they suffered 150% casualties while liberating Europe—an unparallelled record of bravery under fire. Dick Winters was their commander—“the best combat leader in World War II” to his men. This is his story—told in his own words for the first time.

On D-Day, Dick Winters parachuted into France and assumed leadership of the Band of Brothers when their commander was killed. He led them through the Battle of the Bulge and into Germany, by which time each member had been wounded. They liberated an S.S. death camp from the horrors of the Holocaust and captured Berchtesgaden, Hitler’s alpine retreat. After briefly serving during the Korean War, Winters was a highly successful businessman. Made famous by Stephen Ambrose’s book Band of Brothers - and the subsequent award-winning HBO miniseries - he is the object of worldwide adulation, Beyond Band of Brothers is Winters’s memoir - based on his wartime diary - but it also includes his comrades’ untold stories. Virtually all this material is being released for the first time. Only Winters was present for the activation of Easy Company until the war’s end. Winner of the Distinguished Service Cross, only he could pen this moving tribute to human spirit.

The Abandonment of the Jews: America and the Holocaust 1941-1945 - David Wyman

Wyman's account is devastating, not least because it documents the precise degree to which all segments of the American population--including the churches and the Jewish community themselves--failed to accomplish the very least that could have been expected. It exposes the failure of the State Department to fill the existing quotas (left 90 percent unfilled) and the continuous pattern of lies and deceptions by means of which the government turned back any proposals that were made, such as transporting European Jews to Turkey or North Africa, to say nothing of the "controversial" question of allowing more immigrants into the United States. The narrative moves through three stages: It opens with the developments that led to the realization by the Allies that a systematic annihilation of the Jews was under way. Foreshadowed by rumors through most of 1942, this news was publicly established in November of that year. The second stage deals with the ensuing struggle by Jews and non-Jews against myriad odds, including an obstructive State Department, an indifferent president and public, and inadequate press coverage, that culminated in January 1944 with President Roosevelt's creation of the War Refugee Board. The final stage examines the WRB's actions through the end of the war, actions tat were substantial but severely handicapped by their tardiness and by lack of commitment from administration officials. It is difficult for a generation that has seen hundreds of thousands--indeed, millions--of Vietnamese, Hispanic, and other refugees absorbed into our society with relative ease to understand the full extent of the anti-Semitism that kept the government from trying to help, and kept the Jews themselves from acting effectively. Wyman's analysis , careful and utterly convincing, is a thorough account, as well as a searing indictment, of that tragic state of affairs.

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translation of English sentences into Urdu: 300 most important one

Translation Of English Sentences Into Urdu

The best way to learn English is to know English sentences, not individual words. Therefore, the English learning students must focus on the most common daily use sentences. For this purpose, a translation of 300 crucial English to Urdu sentences is given below.

Translation Of English Sentences Into Urdu from 01 to 100 S NoTranslation Of English Sentences In Urdu 1Are you Feeling Dizzy? کیا آپ چکر محسوس کر رہے ہو؟ 2Some people prefer Quack over doctor. کچھ لوگ حکیم کو ڈاکٹر پر ترجیح دیتے ہیں۔ 3A Skint man has nothing to lose. کنگلے آدمی کے پاس کھونے کے لیے کچھ نہیں ہوتا۔ 4Imran khan is an Outspoken man. عمران خان ایک صاف گو شحض ہے۔ 5Aqib is no 1 Easy-going man. عاقب ایک نمبر کام چور آدمی ہے۔ 6Nafeesa lives in a world of Fantasy. نفیسہ خیالی دنیا میں رہتی ہے۔ 7Ishtiaq is Zany. . اشتیاق بیوقوف ہے۔ 8Ali is celebrating the Gala of his success . علی اپنی کامیابی کا جشن منا رہا ہے۔ 9Salman Pledges that he won't repeat this. سلمان پکا وعدہ کرتا ہے کہ وہ دوبارہ ایسا نہیں کرے گا۔ 10Corruption prevailed in the country. بدعنوانی ملک میں چھائی ہوئی ہے۔ 11Rightful should be given his right. خقدار کو اسکا خق ملنا چاہیے۔ 12White papers were Scatterd on the table . سفید کاغذ میز پر بکھرے پڑے تھے۔ 13This Riddle is challenging to solve . پہیلی حل کرنا انتہائی مشکل ہے۔ 14Never Miss apply your power. اپنے اختیارات کا ناجائز استعمال مت کرو۔ 15We used to Sneak from school in childhood. ہم بچپن میں سکول سے بھاگ جایا کرتے تھے۔ 16Ali hustled me, and I fell. علی نے مجھے دکھا دیا اور میں گر گیا۔ 17Zahid is Humpback. زاہد کبڑا (کمر جھکی ہوئی) ہے۔ 18Ayesha Pesters me. عائشہ مجھے تنگ کرتی ہے۔ 19Gloomy face doesn't suit you. افسردہ چہرہ آپ پہ نہیں ججتا۔ 20Ahmed will also Plead my opinion. احمد بھی میری رائے کی تائید کرے گا۔ 21After Panama, the Dignity of Imran Khan has increased tremendously. پانامہ کے بعد عمران خان کی عزت میں خیرت انگیز اضافہ ہوا ہے۔ 22His new business proved Gainful for him. اسکا نیا کاروبار اسکے لئے سود مند ثابت ہوا۔ 23Intended to be the best in my chosen field. میں نے ارادہ کیا تھا کہ میں اپنے منتخب کردہ میدان میں سب سے بہتر ہونگا۔ 24You should get your Dicky car washed. آپ کو اپنی گندی کار دھونی چاہیے۔ 25Someone Choked Ali's wife's throat last night. کسی نے کل رات علی کی بیوی کا گلہ دبایا۔ 26The offender was Lashed in front of all. مجرم پرسب کے سامنے کوڑے برسائے گئے۔ 27Your abusive words have begun to Erode our friendship. آپکی گالم گلوج والی زبان نے ہماری دوستی میں دراڑ ڈال دی ہے۔ 28Engineers Erected mobile towers safely . انجینئرز نے موبائل انٹینا باحفاظت کھڑا کر دیا۔ 29Uzair is an Errant boy. عزیر ایک آوارہ گرد لڑکا ہے۔ 30The thieves deprived her of gold ring. چوروں نے اسے سونے کی انگوٹی سے محروم کر دیا۔ 31Male child is unique Bounty of Allah. نرینہ اولاد خدا کی خاص نعمت ہے۔ 32Hassan is Chatterbox. حسن بہت باتونی ہے۔ 33He is characterless and Bilks everyone. ۔وہ بدکردار ہے اور لوگوں کو گمراہ کرتا ہے 34Becalm yourself. اپنے آپ کو پرسکون رکھو۔ 35Abscess on my foot is bleeding. میرے پاؤں کے چھالے سے خون بہہ رہا ہے۔ 36The lovers Absconded in the dark of night. پریمی جوڑا رات کی تاریکی میں فرار ہو گیا۔ 37The accused was Absolved due to insufficient proof. ملزم کو عدم ثبوت کی بناء پر بری کر دیا گیا۔ 38My son doesn't Abstain from mischief. میرا بچہ شرارت سے باز نہیں آتا۔ 39Keep this case Abstract from other issues. یہ والا کیس باقی کیسوں سے علیحدہ رکھو۔ 40He uses Absurd language. وہ بیہودہ باتیں کرتا ہے۔ 41Excessive rainfall caused Abyss in the road. ذیادہ بارش کی وجہ سے سڑک میں کھڈا پڑ گیا۔ 42I like American Accent. مجھے امریکی لہجہ پسند ہے۔ 43I have no access to the principal room. میری رسائی پرنسپل آفس تک نہیں ہے۔ 44We should Abide by our parents. ہمیں اپنے والدین کی بات ماننی چاہیے۔ 45Hajatmin is an Abject man. حاجت مین ایک ذلیل آدمی ہے۔ 46Ali Abraded the old paint from the walls. علی نے پرانا پینٹ دیوار سے کھرچ ڈالا۔ 47They were all in accord with one another. انکا آپس میں باہمی اتفاق رائے تھا۔ 48Sawara Accosted me politely. سویرا نے مجھے نرمی سے مخاطب کیا۔ 49I have Accomplishedmy homework. میں نے اپنا ہوم ورک مکمل کر لیا ہے۔ 50Naeema Accredited to me on her behalf. نعیمہ نے اپنی جگہ پر مجھے اختیار دیا۔ 51Ali Accumulated enough money to buy a car . علی نے کار خریدنے کیلئے کافی پیسے جمع کیے تھے۔ 52Accursed man gets abjection everywhere. لعنتی شحض ہر جگہ ذلیل وخوار ہوتا ہے۔ 53The Accused was released on bail. ملزم کو ضمانت پر رہا کر دیا گیا۔ 54I have Abandoned my job . میں نے اپنی نوکری چھوڑ دی ہے۔ 55Ali Abashed him for his misconduct. علی نے اسکی بد اخلاقی پر اس کو شرمسار کر دیا۔ 56Terrorists Abducted two Chinese engineers. دہشت گردوں نے دو چینی انجینئرز کو اغوا کر لیا۔ 57He did half of his work and Abated his burden. اس نے آدھا کام کرلیا اور اپنا بوجھ ہلکا کر دیا۔ 58I Abhor all those who tell a lie. آپ کا اندازہ اس پراجیکٹ کے بارے میں بالکل صحیح تھا۔ 59Shakir is going Abroad for higher studies. شاکر اعلی تعلیم کےلیے باہر جا رہا ہے۔ 60Your estimate was entirely accurate about this project. اس پراجیکٹ کے بارے میں اپکا اندازا بلکل درست تھا۔ 61The accused is Acquitted respectfully . ملزم کو باعزت بری کر دیا گیا۔ 62The taste of bitter gourd is very Acrid. کریلے کا ذائقہ بہت کڑوا ہے۔ 63The pilot showed tremendous Acrobat in the air. پائلٹ نے بہایت اعلیٰ قلا بازی پیش کی۔ 64He can't do so; he must be Actuated. وہ ایسا نہیں کر سکتا،اس لیے اسکو ترغیب دینا پڑی گی۔ 65I use fair & lovely to avoid Acne. میں کیل مہاسے دور کرنے کے لیے فیئر اینڈ لولی لگاتا ہوں۔ 66Rabia Acquaints me personally. رابعہ ذاتی طور پر مجھے جانتی ہے۔ 67I will Acquire my task within time. میں نے اپنا ٹاسک وقت پر حاصل کر لونگا۔ 68He must be praised for his Acuity. اسکی چستی کی تعریف کرنی چاہیے۔ 69Rustam is an Adamant boy. رستم ایک ضدی لڑکا ہے۔ 70Kareem is Irfan's adopted son. کریم ارفان کا لے پالک بیٹا ہے۔ 71Adjust your rifle and fire again. اپنی بندوق کو ترتیب دو اور گولی چلاؤ۔ 72Hard work is the only way to achieve success. سخت محنت ہی کامیابی کا واحد ذریعہ ہے۔ 73She feels Acidity in her stomach. وہ اپنے سینے میں جلن محسوس کرتی ہے۔ 74Ayyub is an Adroit worker. ایوب پھرتیلاورکر ہے۔ 75Raj Ali always Adulates his seniors. راج علی اپنے بڑوں کی چاپلوسی کرتا ہے۔ 76With the advent of the internet, our lifestyle changed. انٹرنیٹ کی ایجاد سے ہماری زندگی بدل گٰی ہے۔ 77Advert of different things on TV is the top trend nowadays ٓاج کل ٹی وی پرمختلف چیزوں کی مشہوری عروج پر ہے۔ 78True leader is required to Aegis the country. صحیح رہنما کو ملک کی قیادت کرنی چاہیے۔ 79Sanam baloch is Affable women. صنم بلوچ ایک ملنسار خاتون ہے۔ 80After Benazir's death, Ado started all over the country. بے نظیر کی موت کے بعد ملک میں افراتفری پھیل گئی۔ 81Adapt yourself according to the circumstances. اپنے آپ کو حالات کے مطابق ڈھالو۔ 82Rukhsana Adores her son. رخسانہ اپنے بچے کو بہت عزیز رکھتی ہے۔ 83The new bride was Adorned thoroughly. نئی دلہن کو زیورات سے سجایا گیا 84Don't poke your nose in my personal Affairs. 👃 میرے ذاتی معاملات میں اپنی ناک مت گھسیڑو۔ 85Wrongdoing will Affect your personality. غلط کام آپکی شخصیت پر اثر انداز ہوگی۔ 86Today, I Affirm that Nawaz is a thief. آج میں اعلان کرتا ہوں کہ نواز ایک چور ہے۔ 87younger should be given Affection. چھوٹوں پر شفقت کرنی چاہیے۔ 88Hard work is the Effective way to success. سخت مخنت کامیابی کا ایک پراثر رستہ ہے۔ 89Saleem is seriously Ail. سلیم سخت بیمار ہے۔ 90Teacher Admired me for my great job. استاد نے میرے اچھے کام کی وجہ سے مری تعریف کی۔ 91Akram Admitted my efforts. اکرم نے میری کاوشوں کو تسلیم کیا۔ 92We Admix some fruits to make a fruit chart. ہم چاٹ بنانے کیلئے پھلوں کو آپس میں ملاتے ہیں۔ 93Boss Admonished her for unfinished work. باس نے اسکی کام مکمل نہ کرنے کی وجہ سے سرزنش کی۔ 94The Alias of Shaikh Rashid is Sheeda Talli. شیخ رشید کا تخلص شیدا ٹلی ہے۔ 95Who is that Alien? وہ خلائی مخلوق کون ہے۔؟ 96She Alighted from his BMW. وہ اسکی بی ایم ڈبلیو سے اتری۔ 97Some brothers have a similar shape. کچھ بھائیوں کی شکل ایک جیسی ہوتی ہے۔ 98Alas! he is dead. افسوس! وہ مرگیا ہے۔ 99Alleviate some load from the truck ٹرک سے کچھ وزن خالی کرو۔ 100This Alley is closed at the end. یہ گلی آگے سے بند ہے۔ Translation Of English Sentences Into Urdu From 101 To 200 S NoTranslation Of English Sentences In Urdu 101Bear this in mind. اس بات کو ذہن میں رکھو۔ 102Don't make a noise. شورمت کر۔ 103What is going on? کیا چل رہا ہے؟ 104Damn it. لعنت ہے۔ 105Leave me alone, please. برائے مہربانی مجھے اکیلا چھوڑ دو۔ 106Please stay away from me. برائے مہربانی مجھ سے دور رہو۔ 107I am fond of playing football ⚽. میں فٹبال کھیلنے کا شوقین ہوں۔ 108You deserve it. تم اسکے مستحق ہو۔ 109Please don't argue with me. برائے مہربانی میرے ساتھ بحث مت کرو۔ 110I don't mean it. میرا یہ مطلب نہیں ہے۔ 111Are you crazy? کیا تم پاگل ہو؟ 112What is the problem with you? اپ کیساتھ مسئلہ کیا ہے؟ 113I felt hurt. مجھے دکھ ہوا۔ 114Pass me the salt 🧂. ذرا نمک نزدیک کرنا۔ 115Are you bored 😴? کیا تم تنگ ہو؟ 116Make yourself at home. اپنا ہی گھر سمجھو۔ 117Please don't tease me. برائے مہربانی مجھے تنگ نہ کرو۔ 118Are you finished? کیا تم نے کام ختم کر لیا ہے؟ 119She is so mean. وہ بہت مطلبی ہے۔ 120Beware of pickpockets. چوروں سے ہوشیار رہیں۔ 121They are my colleagues. وہ میرے ساتھی ہیں۔ 122She is my fiancée. وہ میری منگیتر ہے۔ 123It doesn't matter. اس سے کوئی فرق نہیں پڑتا۔ 124She is so talkative. وہ بہت باتونی ہے۔ 125Give me a hand, please. برائے مہربانی میری ��دد کریں۔ 126Don't 😢 cry, please. برائے مہربانی مت روئیں۔ 127I will be right 🔙 back. میں واپس آؤنگا۔ 128Are you kidding me? کیا تم میرے ساتھ مذاق کر رہے ہو۔؟ 129Was it my fault? کیا یہ میری غلطی تھی؟ 130You are mistaken. تمہیں غلط فہمی ہوئی ہے۔ 131Please don't take me wrong. برائے مہربانی مجھے غلط مت سمجھیں۔ 132What else do you need? تمہیں اور کیا چاہیے؟ 133What do you prefer? آپ کس چیز پر ترجیح دیتے ہو۔ 134She is a liar. وہ جھوٹی ہے۔ 135For God's sake, trust me. خدا کیلئے مجھ پر بھروسہ رکھیں۔ 136He is very greedy. وہ بہت لالچی ہے۔ 137I am not interested. مجھے اس میں کوئی دلچسپی نہیں ہے۔ 138What brought you here? آپ کو کیا چیز یہاں لے آئی؟ 139Don't you remember? کیا تمہیں یاد نہیں؟ 140I was not expecting this from you. میں آپ سے یہ توقع نہیں کر رہا تھا۔ 141Behave yourself. تمیز سے بات کرو۔ 142It was nice meeting with you. آپ سے ملاقات خوشگوار رہی۔ 143We had a great time. ہم نے اچھا وقت گزارا۔ 144Remind me later. مجھے بعد میں یاد دلانا۔ 145You are stubborn. تم ضدی ہو۔ 146The teacher scolded him. استاد نے اس سے ڈانٹا۔ 147It was not a surprise for me. یہ میرے لیے خیرانگی کی بات نہیں تھی۔ 148Let me know when you are 🆓free. جب آپ کا کوئی کام نہ ہو تو مجھے بتا دینا۔ 149I am getting used to it. میں اسکا عادی ہو رہا ہوں۔ 150You are very generous. تم بہت سخی ہو۔ 151You made my day. تم نے میرا دن خوشگوار بنایا۔ 152You won my heart 💜. تم نے میرا دل 💓 جیتا۔ 153I will pay the 💵 bill. بل میں ادا کروں گا۔ 154Party 🎉 is on me. پارٹی میرے اوپر ہے۔ 155Shall we start? کیا ہم شروع کریں؟ 156Don't mention it. اسکا تزکرہ مت کرو۔ 157Fuck off. بھاڑ میں جاؤ۔ 158Turn the light off. بلب بند کرو۔ 159I watered the plants. میں نے پودوں کو پانی دیا۔ 160I am drowned in debts. میں قرض میں ڈوبا ہوا ہوں۔ 161I don't know what to say. مجھے نہیں پتہ کہ کیا کہوں۔ 162I am speechless 😶. میں بات کرنے کے قابل نہیں ہوں۔ 163Are you angry 😡 with me? کیا تم مجھ سے ناراض ہو؟ 164Don't be silly, please. برائے مہربانی بیوقوف مت بنو۔ 165Let's talk about something else. چلو کسی اور چیز کے بارے میں بات کریں۔ 166You made my mood off. آپ نے میرا مزاج خراب کر دیا۔ 167I was stuck in the traffic 🚦. میں ٹریفک میں پھنسا ہوا تھا۔ 168I had flat Tyre. میری گاڑی کا ٹائر پھٹ گیا تھا۔ 169She got an accident. اسکا ایکسیڈنٹ ہوا۔ 170What time does the bus 🚌 leave? بس کس وقت جاتی ہے؟ 171I want an aisle 💺 seat. مجھے کھڑکی والی سیٹ چاہیے۔ 172Have you known him? کیا تم اس سے جانتے ہو؟ 173It is an honor for me. یہ میرے لیے عزت کی بات ہے۔ 174He is a hypocrite. وہ منافق ہے۔ 175She is a backbiter. وہ چغل خور ہے۔ 176Salma is disloyal. سلمہ بے وفا ہے۔ 177Stop staring at me. مجھے گھورنا بند کرو۔ 178Go to hell. جہنم میں جاؤ۔ 179How dare you talk to me like that? تمہاری ہمت کیسے ہوئی میرے ساتھ اس طرح بات کرنے کی۔ 180Show him out. اس سے باہر کا راستہ دکھاؤ۔ 181How much I pay for this? میں اسکے لئے کتنا ادا کروں؟ 182Are you mad? کیا تم پاگل ہو؟ 183How do I make you understand? میں آپ کو کس طرح سمجھاؤں؟ 184Shame on you. شرم کرو۔ 185What the hell is this? یہ کیا مصیبت ہے؟ 186You can't hide. تم چھپ نہیں سکتے۔ 187Don't pluck the flower 🌹. پھول مت توڑو۔ 188Please, make my 🛏️ bed. برائے مہربانی میرے لیے بستر لگاؤ۔ 189What enmity do you have with me? آپ کو میرے ساتھ کیا دشمنی ہے؟ 190Are you jealous of me? کیا آپ کو میرے ساتھ حسد ہے؟ 191Hide your face from here. دفع ہو جاؤ ادھر سے۔ 192You could have said this to me politely. تم یہ بات آرام سے بھی کہہ سکتے تھے ۔ 193This is Insanity. یہ پاگل پن ہے۔ 194The boss fired him. مالک نے اس سے نوکری سے نکال دیا۔ 195Get out of my class. میری کلاس سے باہر نکلو۔ 196Get your haircut. اپنے بال بنوائیں۔ 197It is your turn now. اب تمہاری باری ہے۔ 198Who knocked at the door? کس نے دروازے پر دستک دی؟ 199It is cloudy today. آج بادل ☁️ ہے۔ 200It is scorching today. آج بہت سخت گرمی ہے۔ Translation Of English Sentences Into Urdu From 201 To 300 S NoTranslation Of English Sentences In Urdu 201It is windy 🌬️ outside. باہر تیز ہوا چل رہی ہے۔ 202It is raining cats and dogs. موسلادھار بارش ہو رہی ہے۔ 203It is drizzling. بوندا باندی ہو رہی ہے۔ 204Pour some tea ☕ into my cup, please. برائے مہربانی تھوڑی اور چائے میرے کپ میں ڈال دو۔ 205You are very naughty. تم شرارتی ہو۔ 206He is bald. وہ گنجا ہے۔ 207There is no accounting for the taste. شوق کا کوئی مول نہیں۔ 208My mom cooks a delicious meal. میری ماں نے مزیدار کھانا بنایا۔ 209What is wrong with it. اس میں کیا خرابی ہے؟ 210This house is to let. یہ مکان کرائے کیلئے خالی ہے۔ 211I beseeched him. میں نے اسکی منت سماجت کی۔ 212Ahmed is very lean. احمد بہت لاغر ہے۔ 213I saw him off. میں نے اس سے الوداع کیا۔214 Could you drop me off at the airport? کیا آپ مجھے ایئرپورٹ چھوڑ سکتے ہو؟ 215Make a single line. ایک قطار بنائیں۔ 216I was waiting in a queue. میں قطار میں انتظار کر رہا تھا۔ 217Don't be impatient. بے صبرے مت بنو۔ 218She is the hurdle of the way. 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