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[teenagedirtstache]

Parka in reps di cotone doppiata in lana, su camicia tartan, Maggia; pantaloni imbottiti, Zucchero by Camars; calze Malerba; boots Marimekko

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[camar189-situsgacorinii]

CAMAR189 game unggulan hari ini dan tingkatkan peluang Anda untuk jackpot besar. Jangan lewatkan kesempatan menang besar sekarang juga

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A bee pollinating a flower with its delicate movement.

[elchaqueno]

"Diputada de CC denuncia la vergüenza y la inacción de la Cámara Baja"

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Petani Duhiadaa Menderita, Camat Ali Mbuinga Minta Perbaikan Bendungan Dipercepat

Rekonfunews.com, Pohuwato – Dinas PUPR Provinsi Gorontalo saat ini tengah melakukan rehabilitasi infrastruktur pengairan bendungan Taluduyunu Akibat aktifitas perbaikan bendungan tersebut mengharuskan sejumlah petani padi di Kecamatan Duhiadaa beralih menanam tanaman produktif lain seperti jagung dan Kacang Hijau Sedikitnya 3000 petani padi di Kecamatan Duhiadaa merasakan dampak dari rehabilitasi…

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You know all those Cults in Gotham?

Bet at least ONE of them could spring for both a Legit Magic User and a Cloning pod.

Because The Wayne's? Hearts of Gold. Long standing pains in the asses. Probably the only thing standing between this gods forsaken wasteland of a city and Their Dark Lord. For GENERATIONS no less!

It's sooooo obnoxious!

So they want to Curse Um dead. Just a good ol fashioned bloodline curse. Destroy um from within, etc. BUT! To do THAT? You kinda need a blood relative to sacrifice!

And Bruce is... well... rather infamously An Orphan With No Biological Kids (at that point).

So? What do you do? Make one, obviously. You send in some of your own on a Holy Mission. Honeypot that playboy! Get us a kid to sacrifice! Our God will reward you etc! But... FFS! What? Are brunettes not your TYPE or something?! Pretty lady! Throwing herself at you!!

TAKE THE BAIT!

But he DOESN'T. Because he's both really used to that behavior, as The Wayne Heir and a False Playboy, AND because? He's fuckin Batman. He can see through your schemes.

Okay.

Okay!

Plan B!

Get us some DNA. We'll CLONE the sucker. That should be doable, right?

........OH COME ON! How?!

Batman: [REDACTED] / Cultists: 0

Fuck it! This is impossible! How are we supposed too... *eyes drift over to the Wayne Family Private Graveyard* .......Idea? Ideeeeaaaa~! Someone get us a shovel!

So they, cultist bastards that they are? Fuckin rob a grave for some DNA.

OBVIOUSLY though, it can't be one of the more RECENT graves! He probably VISITS those! Watches them! No we gotta be SNEAKY! Get one a bit further back! Mwahahahaha! We're so brilliant! Our God is gonna give us SUCH a Good Grade in follower!

A thing that is both REAL and possible to achieve!

So, while a Weirdly FURIOUS Batman? Is just... VIOLENTLY breaking ALL of their bones? Cultist 17 is furiously digging like his life depends on it. Either somebody snitched or Batman was hunting them down! Either way?

Gotta! Get! That! DNA!!! *digs faster*

Ah HA! Got it!

Fucking SCATTER! Run you fools, RUN!!! *everyone bolts*

And AT LAST! They have it! Wayne DNA! Now? Pop that sucker into the machine and make us a baby! Too sacrifice! *relieved noises* Man, that was hard work you guys. But we DID it!

Except??

Theoretical Babies? And "Real, slowly forming in front of me and becoming a human child" type babies? VERY DIFFERENT psychologically. It's ONE thing to sacrifice a HYPOTHETICAL baby... but when you're the guy running and monitoring the Cloning machine? Watching it slowly form and come together into... into a CHILD?

You start asking questions of yourself. Of God.

Of what, EXACTLY, you are willing to do.

What lines you find yourself unwilling to cross.

And yeah, your life was SHIT before the cult. Yeah, you were alone. Adrift. Without purpose. Angry at the world for all of its ugliness and failings. But... sitting, alone, in a dark room? Nothing but the steady hum of machines and the cool light of that pod? You are left with nothing but time... and your thoughts.

And the baby.

The one... the one YOU made.

Almost... he's almost like a son, in a way. Your son. Floating there, innocent and unknowing. Destined to be born, only to die painfully, for a cause he could not even begin to understand. Because he's too young. Too small. Just... just a baby.

The baby YOU made.

Doubt seeps in like mist. Creeping into the cracks forming in your faith. Surely there's another way, right? Why not save up for a better magician? Or... or hire a hitman? Why involve a child? Surely... surely your God would not WANT this, right? Or if He did! Surely, he would want the boy to be able to CHOOSE, right? A noble sacrifice, for the cause?

The pressure builds. Batman is tearing the city APART looking for your fellow Believers. Leadership is pressuring you to get "It" ready all ready.

He's not an "it".

They are dismissing your questions. Threatening and posturing, as you grapple with your faith. Where? Where is the COMMUNITY that you joined? The camaraderie? Every day, Believers are being torn down. The faith has lost so many!

How can this be WORTH it?

Your faith is slowly, cruelly, strangled in your chest. A death, by ten thousand silences, and ten thousand more cruelties.

Your son is ready.

You do not tell them.

The Clone of Bruce Wayne's great-grandfather is small, but healthy, in your arms. A tiny warm body, with a strong beating little heart. You call the police. Leave your phone, call running, on the desk. No one thinks to stop you, as you calmly walk out the back door.

Why would they doubt?

You are Faithful.

You drive. Pray to a God you have lost faith in, beg forgiveness for what you do now. Your beat up old junker of a car makes decent time, as you leave Gotham. Your son, asleep in a carefully made nest of blankets, on the seat next to you. You drive. You keep driving.

Past towns.

Past cities.

Out of the state.

Stopping only to feed your son and fuel your car. You... you can not bring yourself to care about what will happen to you now. You know they will find you. Know this is the end. But something ancient burns in your chest. A caring you never thought was REAL.

You are afraid.

But you will not let them harm your son.

Finally, a town. Far from Gotham. Quite and cheerful. It calls to you.

Here. It... it has to be here.

You find the hospital. Tears choking you. There is a place to drop of children. You've seen them before. How strange, that now you stand before it and HURT. Your arms not listening to your command. You... you have to do this. You HAVE too.

He is just a baby.

He is your son.

You have to keep him safe. And... and that can not be with you.

You gently put your baby boy into the drop off. Press the buzzer. And then? You make yourself walk away.

Get back in your car, and drive. The gun in your glove box will insure they can never pry from you, what you have done. Where he is. He is safe now. He has to be. You... you did your job. As his father. You made sure he was safe.

You can barely see the road, through your tears.

You take your secrets to the grave.

And Danny? He grows up. Is adopted young and never knows different. Both a Fenton and a Wayne. Knowing only one of these, to be his. But... that Wayne? Was a damn fine man. A pillar of his community and a champion of the people.

Got tossed more then a few blessings, in his life.

They weren't the STRONGEST. But they added up. And more importantly? Were hardly the refined magics of the more powerful. They were cast onto "Him". By blood and bone, more often then not. Which was all well and good!

When there was only ONE of "Him".

Cloning technology did not exsist. So why would you word carefully against it? Danny becomes a VERY lucky boy. Survives many things he should not. In fact, the kindness and hard work of his original? Gifted back in magically powered well wishes? By this, he survives something NO ONE could possibly expect him too.

It saves his life.

His template would be quite pleased, knowing that. That his life of good deeds, saved the life of the child he never got a chance to meet. That it protected his children, from even beyond death.

And in Gotham? At long, long last. The program Bruce made in his helplessness and despair, to search EVERY child until the child made of his bloodline was found? Spits out a match.

A Watchtower engineer.

Daniel J. Fenton.

@hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation

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Risoto de camarão cremoso: aprenda a fazer o seu aqui!

Risoto de camarão cremoso: aprenda a fazer o seu aqui!

De Itália para o mundo. Ou para sermos mais precisos: da Lombardia, a terra do risoto, para os pratos dos melhores restaurantes e também dos lares ao redor do planeta! E não há exagero nisso, está bem?! O risoto já era um prato consagrado em restaurantes, mas hoje ele representa quase que uma unanimidade na culinária global, especialmente porque nos últimos anos, o destaque da sua popularidade e…

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You should do one based off the family skate video of Jack and his supposedly girlfriend and the reader is his girlfriend and she is metting Ellen Jim and Luke and sees all the camars on her and Jack resures her that she should not worry about it and she sis perfect

If that makes any since also love you fics love reading them every time you post

Thank you so much for the request and the nice words 🤭🤭🤍

"Skating into Family: A Hughes Brothers' Tale"

Jack hughes x reader

In the bustling city of Montreal, where hockey was more than just a sport but a way of life, lived the Hughes family—renowned not only for their prowess on the ice but also for their unbreakable bond. At the center of this hockey-loving clan were the Hughes brothers: Jack, the eldest at 19, known for his lightning-fast speed and precise stickhandling; Jim, 17, with a powerful shot and a knack for setting up plays; and Luke, the youngest at 15, whose agility and determination on the ice matched his older brothers'.

Their journey in hockey was a tale of dedication and passion. From the early morning practices to late-night games under the glare of stadium lights, the Hughes brothers were inseparable both on and off the ice. They had grown up dreaming of playing in the NHL, inspired by their father, a former professional hockey player, who had passed down his love for the game.

Amidst the whirlwind of practices, games, and media attention, there was Y/N—Jack's girlfriend and a quiet pillar of support. She had been by Jack's side through thick and thin, cheering him on from the stands and celebrating each milestone in his hockey career. Recently, she had started capturing their hockey adventures on camera, documenting the exhilarating highs and the intimate moments off the ice.

One crisp winter day, the Hughes brothers and Y/N decided to film a special video showcasing their skills on the ice. They rented out a local rink, the ice gleaming under the bright arena lights, as Y/N set up her camera to capture every moment of their skating prowess.

As they glided across the ice, Jack effortlessly maneuvered through defenders, Jim showcased his powerful shots on goal, and Luke dazzled with his quick footwork. Y/N focused her lens, capturing the intensity and grace of their movements, her admiration for their talent evident in each frame.

During a break in filming, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves. The spotlight was on her today, not just behind the camera but as an integral part of their video. What if she stumbled on the ice? What if she didn't measure up to their hockey skills?

Sensing her apprehension, Jack skated over and gently took her gloved hand. "Hey, you've got this," he reassured her, his voice steady and comforting. "Just skate like you always do—smooth and confident. You're perfect."

Encouraged by Jack's words, Y/N smiled gratefully. She watched as Jim and Luke playfully raced each other across the ice, their brotherly competition adding to the camaraderie of the moment. Their parents, Ellen and their dad, joined in from the stands, their faces beaming with pride and excitement.

Throughout the filming session, Y/N found herself relaxing into the rhythm of the rink. She exchanged laughs with Ellen about the joys and challenges of being part of a hockey family, finding a warm connection that eased any lingering nerves. Jim, always the jokester, teased her about her newfound skills with the camera, while Luke eagerly shared his latest hockey strategy.

As the session drew to a close, they reviewed the footage on Y/N's camera—a blend of breathtaking shots and candid moments of laughter and camaraderie. Jack stood beside her, watching with admiration.

"You captured it all so beautifully," Jack said softly, pulling her close for a hug. "I'm so glad you're here with us, sharing this journey."

Y/N leaned into his embrace, feeling a surge of gratitude and belonging. The Hughes brothers weren't just hockey players—they were a family that embraced her as one of their own, appreciating her unique perspective and unwavering support. In their eyes, she wasn't just Jack's girlfriend; she was Y/N, an integral part of their hockey journey.

As they packed up their gear and headed home, Y/N glanced back at the empty rink, filled with a renewed sense of confidence. She knew that with Jack by her side and the Hughes brothers' camaraderie, there would always be more victories to celebrate—both on and off the ice. And in that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, she felt truly perfect.

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Shelly Camar

[maruchan25]

hello may you make a headcanon of scp 049 as your bf x fem reader? no rush to make it take care!

-he is a complete gentleman man with you opening you doors pulling the chair for for,helping you pull the zipper of your cloths and pulling your socks up for you

-he is very romantic he show his affection by poetry and touch (assuming you are immune to his touch)

-he hates that he can't take you out of the 4 walls containing you both but that doesn't stop him from gifting you nice things

-he gifted you a bouquet of lavender it's his favorite flower and he wanted to share that pleasant scent with you his partner

-he doesn't need to sleep but he yes cuddle with you on bed pulling you cloth to him cloth enough you can feel his breath against your neck

-he frequently writes you letters on French he find it very romantic

-he can't help but get amused when you get on a weird position just to stole him a kiss

-kisses with him are large and passionate with alot of love

-he is a very passionate and devoted lover but would thank you if you don't bother him while he "cures" people

-he see you as a very pure person since he can't sense pestilence on you

-his favorite pet names are "my dear" "honey" and "ma cherié"

-he would keep you away from 035

-he isn't the jealous type just he he don't want you to be with a person he senses the pestilence on

-when the camars and microphones are off he is very affectionate

-he appreciates when he is "curing" people and you are helping him as his "little nurse"

[osarina]

I feel so bad for civilianzai :((( especially after the second part.

The Mc coming to him with a wound kinda reminds me from that one scene from waterloo but their roles are reversed.

And as I thought about it, I was wondering does this zai have an ability?

And if so, if mori figures out that he does and he's actually super smart will he try to get zai to join? Or will he use it as blackmail for the Mc? Granted that stems by the thought that if mori bothered to look through the camars and notice that the footage was suspicious, but like wouldn't he try to know more about the mc's boy toy? Like I think that he thinks of her as a daughter figure in some far reached kind of messed up way, so a parent would have to be interested 🤔 😅

Anyways I've rambled for too much. But I absolutely adore the work and premise and there aren't enough civilian zai works out there!!

Your writing is super good top <3 makes me want to giggle and kick my feet like a school girl whenever I read it!!

AHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH I ADORE YOU <3333 THERE'S NEVER TOO MUCH RAMBLING

KDIFHAUSIDFHDSU YESSSS THE WOUND SCENE WAS A CALLBACK TO BADLANDS I WAS GIGGLING WHILE WRITING IT I WAS SO EXCITED

this dazai DOES have an ability but he isn't aware of it yet ;) but i can't say anything else about mori and his plans/motives cuz that's a hugeeee plot point for the later chapters ;) so you're just gonna have to wait and see sweet nonnie

BUT I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY <333 I ADORE YOU

[eminusdoleo]

Cheese Cake

Seperti cheese cake, cinta semestinya lembut, manis, sesekali asam gurih, membuatmu gembira, tersenyum lega dan membahagiakan. Bukan yang perih, yang pahit, yang membuatmu berpikir apakah saat ini sedang jadi prioritas atau satu dari banyak pilihan. Membuatmu ragu pada diri sendiri, membuatmu lelah, ketakutan dan tak berdaya.

Seperti pagi, cinta semestinya sejuk, haru, sesekali berkabut, membuatmu tenang, merasa tenteram dan melenakan. Bukan yang terik, yang panas, yang membuatmu merasa tak nyaman, membuatmu harus berpikir dan bersiasat, agar tetap sejuk, tetap dingin, dan tak kesakitan.

Seperti rindang pohon, cinta semestinya teduh, segar, membuatmu nyaman, merasa dijaga dan diberi perlindungan. Bukan yang kering, gersang, yang membuatmu harus berusaha keras menjaga apa yang nyaman, hingga pada akhirnya memaksamu untuk mencari yang lebih baik, mencari yang lebih pasti dan akhirnya kecewa.

Seperti pantai, cinta semestinya membuatmu basah, membuatmu merasakan suka cita, membawa kepada langit biru di pagi hari, di ujung horizon dimana samudera dan langit beririsan. Hingga kamu kemudian merasakan sunyi subuh yang perlahan diisi suara kicau camar, debur ombak, gesekan pinus, dan segala yang membuatmu terlena.

Seperti mawar mekar, cinta semestinya indah, warna merah terang, dan memancarkan aroma manis. Cinta seharusnya seperti pesona taman bunga yang memikat hati dan mengajakmu untuk piknik dan makan enak. Bukan yang layu, yang pudar, yang membuatmu merasa terpinggirkan dan tak dihargai. 

Seperti secangkir kopi, cinta seharusnya memberimu kehangatan, getir yang nikmat, dan aroma yang membuatmu bersemangat. Bukan yang encer, yang terasa seperti pasir, yang mengecewakanmu. Atau seperti gula yang manis dan pelan-pelan membunuhmu. Mengintai dari tempat yang tak pernah kamu bayangkan sebelumnya. 

Cinta seharusnya sepertimu, yang indah, yang membuat kata-kata jadi kerdil dan tak punya makna, yang membuatku tenggelam hilang di dalam palung. Bukan yang kusam, yang dangkal, yang membuatmu merasa kehilangan arti dalam setiap detiknya.

[mote-historie]

Francois Louis Schmied, Art Deco Front cover illustration, History of the Princess Badoura - Tales of a Thousand and One Nights. 1926

For sale: Meisterdrucke

Princess Badoura

In the Tales of the Arabian Nights, Badoura is a princess of China and the most beautiful woman ever seen upon the earth. She magically falls in love in her sleep with Prince Camar of Persia thanks to the supernatural antics of two genies, who boast of their rival beauty. In defiance of their families, the young couple steadfastly refuse to marry anyone else until they are reunited after a quest for each other across Arabia. Their dreams come true and the princess travels to her wedding in great splendor on the back of an elephant. (x)