#dislocation ment

[neon-skeleton99]

I HAVE TO DRAW FRESH BODY HORRO. JUST GOT SUCH INSPO

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So I’m on crutches currently because I dislocated my knee and I’m not supposed to put a lot of pressure on it. And while I was in class today, I was talking to one of my teachers and she asked me what happened. And when I told her she just went “oh- the whole knee?!”

Lady… how would I only dislocate half my knee?

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Anyway I can request a Christian Cage x Female!Reader imagine where she’s married to Christian and on screen she’s paired with him & Luchasaurus onscreen as the top heel for the Women’s Division and maybe during a match with Anna Jay, Jack comes out and tries to run interference to she’ll win, but he accidentally ends up injuring the reader which reignites the feud between student and Mentor with Jack & Christian?

Pay for it

Summary: When Jack Perry helps Anna Jay win her match against Y/n he didn’t realize he dug himself his own grave when he injured Christians wife. 

Word count: 739

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

I sat backstage getting checked out by one of the trainers. Fortunately I hadn’t dislocated my knee like they initially thought but I would need six stitches just above my right eyebrow. I watched Christian pace around the small room angry. “I’m going to kill that bastard” the bastard he was referring to was Jack Perry who was the reason I was in this situation. 

That evening I had an eliminator match with Anna Jay for my TBS championship. Which ment if she won the match she would be granted a title opportunity. Being the biggest heel of the women's division here in AEW meant there was a lot of weight on my shoulders, yet I felt light as a feather. I was the current TBS Champion and Christian was the TNT Champion, making us the power couple of this company. I made my entrance championship in hand as I walked down to the ring, Christian on left and Luchasaurus on my right. I looked down at a nervous Anna Jay, I mean she wanted the match, she was planning her own funeral. I knew this would be a piece of cake and of course it was. I had the upper hand for the majority of the match, since I was considered a veteran within the world or pro wrestling. It meant that I served as a bit of a mentor for the young talent in AEW just like Christian. Anna was no different. I knew her moves so it was easy. I climbed to the top rope about to secure the win when I felt the ring shift. I looked behind me to notice Anna gone. I saw Jack Perry trying to start a fight with Luchasaurus. I switched my position so I could attempt a corkscrew moonsault outside of the ring, hoping to land on Jack and Anna. As I launched my body into the air I was greeted with nothing, my picture perfect corkscrew moonsault meating nothing, body landing hard as I was greeted with the floor. On the way down I tried to land on my feet noticing no one was there but of course  that was not the case. I heard the crowd gasp and could feel my body tense up, although I had done this move a million times before all it takes is a nasty landing to cause an injury. As I lied on the ground I felt someone grab me and throw me back into the ring, it was Jack. The official was too busy dealing with Christian they didn’t see Jack kick me into an exposed turnbuckle, busting open my face. Anna ended up getting the victory leaving me lying in a puddle of my own blood. 

Now here I was sitting backstage getting stitches in my head. At one point Anna came in to apologize for Jack, she said she didn’t know he was going to do that and Anna felt bad. The plan was for her to get a quick roll up and get the win, creating a feud between us but the little stunt Jack pulled changed it all. Looking back at the match I watched as Anna tried to catch me on my moonsault (being a safe professional ofc) but Jack pushed her out of the way, leading me to a hard fall. 

The feud between Christian and Jack had died down, it was over but this little stunt would reignite the flame that was once burnt out. My head was pounding and Christian’s angry huffing and puffing was only making it worse. “Can you please stop, my head hurts, you explaining all of the ways you are going to murder Jack is only making it worse” 

Christian came up to me and examined the fresh stitches in my head. “How many stitches?” He asked me, eyes still burning with anger. “Luckily only six, it could have been way worse” I told him. I could see the gears running in his head. “Well six stitches means me killing him six times” Did we really need another mentor and student feud? “So I guess this means you are not done with him after all then?” I asked, knowing this new feud would be even more violent than the last. “Not in the slightest, he’s going to pay for this. I will show him what happens when you try to mess with my Wife!” With that he left. 

[wishamongtheflowers]

Hunter

A boy was tied up in an abandoned building his sight blocked my a thick black ribbon. He had no clue what lead him out of the club thanks to his skull shattering headache.

"He's awake."

The boy perked up sober. Now he knew the situation. Fear risen up his throat, "Who are you!?"

"Take the blind off."

Soon dim light shot into his eyes. A snake loomed over him. Terror silenced his voice. The jaded serpent slithered forward, looming over him.

"I'm glad to see your now ready for our next step. It's so simple, a zombie could do the same."

She retracted back to her former place. There was another one. A person in a blue cloak, having a plague mask hide her features. The muzzled snake patted her resented servant's shoulder.

"Just stay still. It'll do the rest."

Frozen still, he watches the hexed doctor walk over. Clacking of heels, creaking of wood, crunching dry sediment like broken bones made they're predatory blue eyes more of a mirror to see Death.

"You're going to be okay. You'll forget about all you seen here and return home. If you calm down this won't hurt as bad."

It's voice held sheepish in the slaughter pasture. Distant yet kind mixed with a calm, soft, feminine yearning. It's spell took hold of his mind sending him into a tranquil state of numbness.

Gentle talons danced along his jaw with him eyeing his one of the predators in the room. There wasn't any life in its eyes yet there's a soul. He slowly felt everything twist around to a blur. Just him and it reminded.

"Forget about the situation. It's all a nightmare. A dark twisted dream my dear child." It's words are of a mother's love. Genuine care and comfort. Its body soon blurred and formed into an angel. She was fair, he wanted to go with her! She's is sanctuary from the hell he's in.

"Close your eyes. You'll be with me." His smitten emotional state obeyed.

Darkness infected his mind. Red and blue blurred into black and red then white. No thoughts or any memory is felt. His eyes whitened out, saliva dripping down from his chin, screaming had fallen silent; his ear bleed only little lines. Nothing deadly.

"Now, I'll take them where the rest are. You keep getting master's trust!"

~

Conflicting feelings mounted on Kido's thoughts. Amari is happy where he is now. Despite her mind being shattered, she wanted to stop this in someway so he doesn't remember who she is, his gift, his studies, all he once was before. Yet she wanted him to remember. Her confliction kept eating her rotten insides like a parasite.

At least she has a heart compared to her serpent mistress. She couldn't stop her emotions welling inside thanks to the heart which never beats.

"Hey Kido!" She looked over to see the garden boy running up to her.

It's only been a couple of days since the two been fermenting a bond. She didn't mind him around her it's just fear taking hold. What's Mistress going to do if she retaliates. Kido could feel all her joints dislocate already from the last time. Forget about it Kiddo. You're a tool ment to be discarded.

"Oh... you actually want to see me here."

"I was the one who told you to meet me here silly!" He held his usual chipper persona.

"Right right. So what's this place your going to take me to again?"

"It's a surprise!"

Kido noted Amari's smile held nervous curves, "You didn't planned place. Did you?"

"W-well I..." He was caught spot on.

Kido let out a mild giggle accompanied with a miniscule smile, "It's alright Amari. We can just... stroll around. Maybe see how high up we can go on the school rooftops."

"You can get up to the roof?"

"Yes," her voice is mild, "you want to check it out?"

Amari's eyes sparkled occupied with an equally excited nod. Getting up there wasn't going too hard, right? Well, the wind made the last steps to take difficult.

"Whoa! You can see the whole school campus from up here!" Amari went over to one of the railings. His open smile, shimmering sunset orange eyes, pointing out areas on campus.

Kido listened to his excited ramblings hearing how his voice echoes. A perfect place to sing.

"Kido come here!" She went to his side, curious.

His finger pointed at a well dressed garden, "That's where I'm usually at. Just telling you in case you need anything."

"Oh..."

"The others won't bother you as long as you don't cause trouble. If they give you a hard time just get me to settle it!" He still held protectiveness even though she didn't deserve it.

"I'll keep it in mind."

The two parted ways to their homes. Kido had moved to an abandoned asylum in the woods. She'd worked on bringing the place to be livable and comfortable. Electricity, AC, and other wonders where brought by sheer work and her curse. Within her sanctuary is all she needs to flourish her former talent.

Her mass murder had chosen their trees for the night. They're the only ones who cared enough to protect her. She's numb to her Mistress's undescribable punishments. She's what her owner sees.

Placing everything down she took a rest on a stool she carved out of a stump. Finally she's safe from the ratring. She can be fulfilled in her behavior being private and unseen.

The next day Kido was at the rooftop once again with her murder of ravens. This is definitely the perfect spot to have her voice heard. Mistress will be pleased.

"He's right, it's a good view of the campus." Kido stood over the railing with no care as to how it looked.

Enjoying the wind, sun, and the cooler weather. If it was Summer she'd be a hermit to avoid the heat. Winter is the opposite. Fall and Spring is debatable.

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ofwilliamandwalter's whumptober 2022

Yes, you read that correctly! I will be participating in Whumptober this year and I am so excited!

My Whumptober is going to be a little different. It wouldn't be me if it wasn't different than everyone else's 🤣

My Whumptober will consist of 9 posts, one every Saturday and one every Wednesday, all throughout the month of October.

I will also be participating in a Stranger Things themed Whumptober over on my Stranger Things blog (@honeysuckleharringtons) if anyone is interested in reading those! The schedule is linked here!

Below, I have listed the schedule as well the prompts I have chosen. All credits go to @whumptober of course!

▪︎ October 1st:

NO. 16 — NO WAY OUT

Mind Control | Paralytic Drugs | "No one's coming."

▪︎ October 5th:

NO. 10 — OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN (from 2021 Prompts)

Hospital | Flare Up | Ice Chips

▪︎ October 8th:

NO. 3 — HAIR'S BREADTH FROM DEATH

Gun to Temple | "Say goodbye." | Impaled

▪︎ October 12th:

NO. 29 — WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME

Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | "Better me than you."

▪︎ October 15th:

NO. 22 — PICK YOUR POISON

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

▪︎ October 19th:

NO. 18 — THE DOCTOR IS IN (from 2021 Prompts)

"Now, smile for the camera." | Doctor's Visit | CPR

▪︎ October 22nd:

NO. 13 — CAN'T MAKE AN OMELET WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS

Fracture | Dislocation | "Are you here to break me out?"

▪︎ October 26th:

NO. 6 — PROOF OF LIFE

Ransom Video | "I've got a pulse." | Screams from Across the Hall

▪︎ October 29th:

NO. 15 — EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

Lies | New Scars | Breaking Through the Pain

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Warehouse Radio Episode 65 Guest Mix: Rina Evangeline

LINKS: Instagram - instagram.com/wehaterinaevangeline TRACKLIST:

1. KimberlaID - Sleepless 2. Rina Evangeline - Lavender's Fantasy [YAN Remix] 3. Yoji Biomehanika - More Than Words 4. Dinamik & Re-Order - Fuckin' Fuck 5. The Carjackers - Hold That Sucker Down 6. Junior Waxx - Bangin Record [Point Blanc Remix] 7. Technoboy - Atomic [Technoboy's King Konga Mix] 8. Dum Boy Sticky - O CAVEIRÃO VAI TOMAR CONTA DA SUA MENTE (JUMP EDIT) 9. Benny Benassi - Satisfaction [Q-ic Bootleg] 10. JESSXO - 1-2-3 JUMP 11. Lobotomy Inc - Fuck and Scratch [V-Beatz Remix] 12. Gave - 5 Hundred 13. Microsome - Flight 14. Radium - Army [Nacked Remix] 15. D-Generation vs Qatja S. - Dislocated 16. Polycarpus vs Decoo - The Sound Of God 17. CJ Dynamo - Sex, Bass & Hardstyle [Pastamatik Remix] 18. Tieum - Shaking Like Beyonce

[writer59january13]

Daylight savings time more'n minute effect on me

In 2024, daylight savings time will begin at two o'clock ante meridiem on Sunday, March tenth. That will mean losing an hour of precious sleep and moving the clocks (around your house, and sundry frequented places) forward one hour, though your cell phone, computer, and television plus other electronic devices will likely automatically adjust. The sun will appear to rise and set an hour later.

Father time evinces spectacular robustness despite weathering setback of countless finagling representation viz Chronos (/ˈkroʊnɒs, -oʊs/; Greek: Χρόνος, [kʰrónos], "time"), also spelled Khronos or Chronus, is a personification of time in pre-Socratic philosophy and later literature. Chronos. Personification of time. Time Clipping Cupid's Wings (1694), by Pierre Mignard. Symbol.

Though crafted a few years back jet lag effect affects yours truly twice each year when schedules

within body electric

such as circadian rhythm

dislocate psyche

analogous to seismic shift

NOT attributed to global warming, nor aeronautically bound sky high,

but linkedin to hour hand

on analog clock set ahead or behind one hour.

Just about a bajillion moments ago

(from date/time

I wrote these words), a dawning realization

arose within this sol son begat

from ma late mother

and (initial commencement of this poem) while then octogenarian widower father, lived at Normandy Farms Senior Community

in Blue Bell, Pennsylvania

(he since passed away

October 7th, 2020)

oh... no nothing cat

tuss strophic, boot

merely the revelation,

how fist bumping dee clocks an hour hand ahead

remembered by dat

dog gone refrain spring ahead, and fall back,

this unemployed chap doth down play eclat attests that his quotidian rising schedule minimally affected

holed up here

in Highland Manor named flat

roomy enough for thyself, the Missus,

and buzzfeed ding fruit flies

each approximately the size of a gnat

a minor nuisance, though tolerable

within this appealing habitat,

where minor inconvenience experienced

by this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania resident cuz as a recipient

of social security disability

(social anxiety) this psyche didst get rent, which fixed (unearned) income budgeted

and predominantly costs of living money spent hence no need to arise

bright tailed and bushy black eyed,

pea yon sought freedom akin

to folks camped out in a tent, which exemption immunizes

this doodle ling middle aged

muddle brained chap subjected to ranting

courtesy early morning drivers,

who angrily, frenetically,

and splenetically rant and vent

thus, the tendency, piquancy, and lunacy

to twitter (for the Yardbirds), and keep company

with night owls, who went

a hooting for all the world wide web

to hear, whence dawgs Bach

the exact number of hours, yet oblivious

to the tight rigorous tenon mortised schedule

manned by Mister Clock,

essentially foisting on Bread Winners,

an abstract artificial construct spurring

madcap commuters

to scurry in the rat race,

lest tardiness could cost

more than paycheck

(to ap pier with permanent dock

hue ment aye shun),

an unwonted blot add hoc king worry about getting canned -

i.e. on permanent furlough,

perhaps forced into a life of crime,

yet if caught... wasting away in a jail cell

as warden turns the lock

one redeeming factor,

would offer opportunity to mock management, and more pertinently

mandate to rock and roll to the incessant muted, rhyme without reasonable schlock yet devastatingly loud tick tock

analogous to stir fries noisily prepared in wok.

[lamilanomagazine]

Pavia: Le nuove generazioni al centro del festival GrowUp, il futuro dei giovani e del pianeta

Pavia: Le nuove generazioni al centro del festival GrowUp, il futuro dei giovani e del pianeta. Ambiente, sport e benessere psicologico si uniscono in una visione olistica del mondo dando vita alla prima edizione del Festival GrowUo: il Futuro dei Giovani e del Pianeta, in programma il 16-17-18 giugno a Pavia. Un progetto promosso da Fondazione Soleterre, Change For Planet, A.s.d. Kalos e il Comune di Lardirago all’interno del Bando Smart di Regione Lombardia, in collaborazione con l’Università di Pavia e il progetto europeo EC2U, per scoprire insieme a speaker esperti, influencer e artisti le connessioni che ci legano come esseri umani. Tre giornate di talk, workshop, incontri e dialogo -  dislocate a Pavia tra l’Orto Botanico, la sede centrale dell’Università di Pavia e il Mulino della Frega (Lardirago) -   legate da un unico filo conduttore, la salute: un viaggio alla scoperta del tema One Health – Una sola Salute – e dell’interconnessione tra corpo, mente e ambiente con l’obiettivo di creare nuove visioni e spazi di incontro, specialmente tra gli under 35, la fascia della popolazione che più ha risentito a livello psicologico dei cambiamenti epocali del mondo post pandemico. Il Festival vuole essere un momento di scambio culturale e sociale tra i giovani tramite il loro coinvolgimento attivo, per ritrovare momenti di aggregazione e socializzazione grazie ad attività organizzate da volontari tra i 15 ed i 34 anni che a loro volta, in un’ottica di peer education, faciliteranno i partecipanti allo svolgimento delle attività previste: workshop di empowerment giovanile e sostenibilità, dibattiti con professionisti della salute mentale, attivisti, scrittori e artisti, proiezioni di documentari; ma anche classi di pilates e mindfullness all’aperto, aperitivi e Jam Session con giovani artisti emergenti. Un percorso, individuale e collettivo insieme, capace di dare nuovo impulso alle relazioni e volto a far crescere la fiducia negli altri e la fiducia in se stessi. È possibile iscriversi all’evento gratuito tramite Eventbrite: https://www.eventbrite.it/e/biglietti-festival-growup-il-futuro-dei-giovani-e-del-pianeta-639278989667 Venerdì 16 giugno Orto Botanico (Via Sant'Epifanio, 14) 14:00 - 15:00  Affettività e relazioni: confrontiamoci! Le relazioni sono la base della nostra esperienza e crescita. Come ci poniamo con l'altro? Come comunichiamo? Come percepiamo il nostro corpo? Uno spazio di incontro e dialogo alla scoperta delle emozioni e delle relazioni con la Dott.ssa Claudia Popolillo, psicologa e sessuologa di Fondazione Soleterre, Dott. David Bosoni, medico specializzando in ginecologia dell'Università di Pavia e Virginia Gambardella, autrice e content creator per il benessere a 360°. 15:30 - 16:30 L'attivismo per il clima ci salverà? L'attivismo sta assumendo un ruolo sempre più centrale nella lotta al cambiamento climatico. I giovani chiedono di essere ascoltati, come è possibile influenzare i governi ad agire? Un workshop di empowerment giovanile e sostenibilità organizzato da Change For Planet in collaborazione con il gruppo di Fridays For Future di Pavia. L’obiettivo del workshop è stimolare i partecipanti a riflettere sulle proprie potenzialità e interrogarsi sulle sfide dell’attivismo nella lotta al cambiamento climatico. Cosa faremo? Ci confronteremo, dialogheremo insieme e metteremo le basi per creare un Manifesto per il clima per esprimere le richieste dei giovani e condividerlo con le istituzioni e realtà locali.  17:00 - 18:00 Classe di pilates e mindfulness all'aperto Un momento dedicato alla consapevolezza del corpo attraverso il respiro e il movimento. Gli istruttori dell'associazione sportiva Kalos insieme agli psicologi di Soleterre, vi aiuteranno a raggiungere una maggiore consapevolezza del benessere corporeo connesso alla pratica della meditazione e mindfulness. Sarà un’esperienza volta a generare consapevolezza come capacità di prestare attenzione al momento presente, al qui ed ora, in maniera non giudicante. Si insegneranno alcune semplici tecniche di rilassamento capaci di generare effetti positivi in termini di ritmo sonno-veglia, di promuovere uno stato di calma e quiete interiore, di miglioramento della concentrazione e della consapevolezza corporea. N.b. I materiali (tappetini) saranno forniti dall'ente organizzatore. 20:00 - 22:00 Dibattito e proiezione documentario “Gli Attori del Clima” Proiezione del documentario “Gli Attori del Clima” di Rethinking Climate, sul tema dei giovani e dell’attivismo climatico, seguito da un dibattito tra attivisti e partecipanti, organizzato dall’associazione Change For Planet. Sabato 17 giugno Università degli Studi di Pavia, Sede centrale, Corso Strada Nuova, 65 (Cortile Teresiano) 10:00 - 11:15 Classe di pilates Il Pilates è un tipo di allenamento sportivo che prevede l’esecuzione di un percorso con l’obiettivo di rafforzare i muscoli e modellare il corpo, correggendo la postura e migliorando la precisione dei movimenti. Gli istruttori di A.s.d Kalos condurranno una classe volta ad aumentare la consapevolezza del corpo e del movimento. Università degli Studi di Pavia, Piazza Leonardo Da Vinci. N.b. I materiali (tappetini) saranno forniti dall'ente organizzatore. 11:30 - 12:30 Comunicare la salute mentale: quanto e come se ne parla? Prendersi cura di se stess* e della propria salute mentale è un processo complesso, che spesso incontra ostacoli e difficoltà, ma che soprattutto è ancora vittima di stigma e stereotipi. Come si parla di benessere psicologico? La comunicazione online è un mezzo positivo o negativo? Insieme a Vanessa Bocchi, autrice e scrittrice freelance e Biancamaria Furci, attivista e caporedattrice di BossyItaly si affronterà il vasto tema della salute mentale, dei corpi, dell'inclusione e del mondo online. 12:30 - 13:30 La crescita personale attraverso i social media Cosa farò da grande? Quali sono le mie passioni? Comprendere chi siamo e cosa desideriamo non è facile, ma a volte ascoltare quella voce dentro di noi può portare a trasformare le nostre vite e realizzare il lavoro dei nostri sogni. Ne parliamo in questo talk con Carlotta Sangaletti (in arte Charlotte Le Bleu), Artista e illustratrice e Simona Zanotti, Counselor per la crescita personale attraverso la loro esperienza di donne e professioniste. 14:30 - 15:30 Giustizia climatica: i cambiamenti climatici sono uguali per tutti? Riscaldamento globale, eventi estremi, perdita di biodiversità, deforestazione: tutti fenomeni strettamente legati alla crisi climatica che stiamo affrontando a livello globale. Che non è solo una crisi ambientale, ma è anche sociale ed economica. Non tutte le persone e i paesi subiscono gli stessi impatti negativi. Siamo tutti sulla stessa barca, ma per qualcuno sta già affondando. Affrontano il delicato tema della giustizia climatica, Roberta Bonacossa, attivista e Presidentessa&Co-Fondatrice di Change For Planet e Andrea Grieco, divulgatore ed European Climate Pact Ambassador. 15:30 - 16:30 One Health - Siamo tutt* interconess* Il concetto di One Health - Una sola Salute, è un nuovo approccio olistico che sottolinea le interconnessioni tra salute umana (fisica e psicologica), il benessere animale e l'ambiente. L'interpretazione della complessità e la lettura integrata della realtà sta diventando chiave per generare prospettive sostenibili ed eque per il futuro. Insieme a Matteo Innocenti, psicoterapeuta e psichiatra, Letizia Proserpi, medico chirurgo, esperta del tema One Health, Giulia Vettor - ASICS FrontRunner Francesca Peruzzi, psicologa esperta in psicosomatica e movimento scopriremo le connessioni che ci legano tutt* come esseri umani. 16:30 - 17:30 Case history: la comunicazione per l’impatto sociale Quando e come la comunicazione diventa il mezzo per generare un cambiamento sociale e culturale? Attraverso il racconto di Fondazione Soleterre, ONG che da oltre 20 anni si occupa di salute mentale in Italie e all'estero e Different Global, agenzia di comunicazione si ripercorre la costruzione di una campagna di advocacy e impatto sociale. Fondazione Soleterre ha creato a seguito della pandemia covid-19 un progetto di supporto psicologico a tariffe calmierate per rendere la salute mentale un diritto accessibile a tutt* e sarà lanciata a breve la nuova campagna di comunicazione. 18:00 - 21:00 Time for party: aperitivo e concerto! Sarà offerto un aperitivo a buffet a base vegana e vegetariana accompagnato da un concerto di giovani artisti emergenti. Domenica 18 giugno Comune di Lardirago presso il Mulino della Frega, Via Vittorio Emanuele II, 27016 Lardirago PV, Italia Sarà possibile anche partecipare online attraverso il collegamento teams (link qui). 11:00 - 13:00 Tavola rotonda: dialogo e incontro tra i giovani e il territorio Volta a coinvolgere stakeholder principali del territorio per ascoltare e confrontarsi con rappresentanti dei giovani sui temi del benessere psicologico, sportivo e tutela dell’ambiente. L’obiettivo è proporre azioni concrete sul territorio per rispondere ai bisogni dei giovani.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

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SCRIPTWRITING

In the bedroom of Chesca, she's trying the clothes bought by her parents.

Chesca: it seems that nothing fit to me (sighs)...... I'm going to sleep anyway

After cleaning, she sleep. When she wake up in the morning exactly at 5 am to fix her self to go to school. When she arrive, she mock by the mean girls named Rose, Lisa and Jenny.

Jenny: My goal body is slim but not like her

Lisa: Don't be mean (laughing)

Chesca: (sighs)

Chesca didn't fight back because if she do that, her body will dislocate even to small hit. After the class, she immediately run to avoid the mean girls. While walking, she noticed a new thrifting store and then she enter suprisingly she amazed to the clothes.

Chesca: How come the clothes are beautiful but still a cheap. I'll try to search.

She found a lot of small sizes then she try all the clothes in the fitting room.

Chesca: (shout) why my body changed? what happen?!

Other customer hear her so they asked her what's happening.

Customer: Ms. what happen?, are you okay?

Chesca: no nothing sorry hihi

(Chesca began to talk herself)

Chesca: oh my god, maybe it's my time to shine, maybe my prayers have been heard.

She's so happy and confident while excited to show ehr body to every people. A lot of customer confused to her body.

Customer 1: wait, what?

Customer 2: I think...... she's gorgeous

She came back home happily and it build her confident to embrace her body.

Chesca: I'm excited to school !!

She wake up so early and fixing herself. She is so excited to flex her new body to their campus. When her appearance arrive in the school, as expected, a lot of students amazed to her.

Student 1: is that Chesca?

Student 2: Whoaa-aa.. she's so beautiful

Bryce: I think I like her

George: her body is not like that yesterday

Bryce: It doesn't matter to me if she had a plastic surgery but now she's just so look good

Mark: I think it's not because surgery takes months to heal

George: yeah you're right, prolly we just underestimated her

(The mean girls see Chesca)

Jenny: what the-...

Rose: who the fuck is that? she look like Chesca

Lisa: are you idiot! she definitely Chesca

Rose: how come?

Jenny: I don't mind, let's befriend her

(The mean girls approached Chesca)

Jenny: Oh hi Chesca, how are you sis?

Chesca: hmmm..hi Jenny, I'm good

Jenny: We just wan to say sorry to you girl? can we be friends?

Chesca: sure, let's go

They all go to the classroom and a lot of boys simp to Chesca therefore many girls are insecure to her for being too gorgeous.

Tiffany: I swear to god, she have a secret like paddings. I'll smack her ass to know all this nonsense

(Tiffany smacked Chesca's ass)

Chesca: why did you do that?

Tiffany: uhmmm so-sorry I didn't ment to do that

Jenny: yes you did, why did you hi our bestfriend

Tiffany: are you kidding me? you're not bestfriend, you're bullying here

Jenny: shut up! guys did you see that?, she hit Chesca right?

(Other students start murmuring)

Student 1: such a brat

Student 2: yeah, what are her problems with that beautiful girl

From that day no one ever to try to hurt Chesca. She always have privilege to anything that she like. She got many opportunities and chose to be a model.

Model Agency: Is there anybody? (knocking)

Chesca: hello, what do you need?

(Model Agency amazed to her body)

Model Agency: we are the Level Up team, we're here to ask you if you want to be a model.

Chesca: what! are you sure? (shock), does my body is okay with that?

Model Agency: yes! indeed your body is perfect

Chesca: thankyou so much!

The Model Agency leave Chesca's house and Chesca sleep in a good mood. A weeks later she became more popular that leads her to be arrogant.

Mom: Chesca! wake up!, you have classes

Chesca: No! I don't want to go to school

Mom: Chesca, you many absents, to school

Chesca: I said I don't

Mom: whether you like it or not, go to school(shouting)

Chesca: why are y'all bullshit to my life !!

When she said that, her mother began to cry.

Mom: so you're grounded

Chesca felt bad but her pride is very high. She tried to sneak but her clothes are missing that is from thrifted. She become paranoid because she believe that it's her source of beauty. When she's parents leave, she exploit and sneak out.

Chesca: maybe they throw it , OMG it's not going to happen

While nervously walking, she wen to the thrifting store to buy clothes in case anyone recognize her.

Chesca: what!, closed! OMG it's not real , they haven't right to close

(smacking the gate)

Until she saw a fire on the back, near to the forest. She recognized that it's her parents and confused.

Chesca: what are they burning? oh no those are my clothes

(Chesca hear the conversation of her parents)

Mom: see? that's what happen, she become spoiled

Dad: yeah , we shouldn't ask for help in that witch.

Mom: we're jus helping our daughter but she changed. That's sad

Chesca began to cry and then parents noticed her.

Mom: Oh my daughter, what are you doing here, hmmm we're just camping tonight (awkward smile)

Dad: let's admit it

Chesca: I already know

Chesca run to her parents and hug them.

Chesca: I'm sorry Mom, Dad

Mom: I'm sorry too, my daughter

Chesca: It's okay mom, I love you

Mom and Dad: we love you too so much

They hug each other and go back to their home. On the next day, she go to school without wearing magical thrifted clothes but her confidence still there.

Bryce: a new Chesca? again? she's so beautiful

Mark: I agree

Jenny: is that old Chesca? why she still gorgeous

The mean girls apologized sincerely to Chesca and they become true friends.

Tiffany: see, I've told you, her body is totally fake

Student 1: why are you so bothered? just admire her

Even Chesca are not wearing magical clothes, he confidence live with her that's why other people love her more. She still a model and successful.

[tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik]

"Death, Pestilence and Famine" Chapter 2

Warren Worthington III x reader

Chapter 1

You've always wondered why they tell people during rehab to repeat the:

"One day at a time" Motto.

Was it because it keeps you focused on the present? Because it pushes you to improve a day at a time? Perhaps to force you to forget about the mistakes from the day before? Or maybe this is all wrong and it's something completely different. Or maybe it's all of the above, who knows?

All you know is that at some point of this hellish existence you created for yourself, you started to chant it like a prayer in order to convince yourself that one day, it will be the last.

The last fight inside the Cage, the last bleeding nose and throbing knuckles, the last broken rib and black eyes, the last... Kill.

For some unknown reason, once you deep dived into the Cage Fighter's way of life, you managed to succeeded in at least one part of your plan.

'I'll prove them wrong" you onced said.

"If Mystique could do it, so can I".

Life forced you to master the art of turning what you always believed was your biggest weakness, into your biggest strength. And suddenly winning became easier than expected. Sure you will never be the strongest, nor the fittest, nor the most skilled of the fighters, but damn right were you going to be the last one standing. After all, it was easier to win when your opponent could never anticipate the upcoming hit!

And you did it, you finally learned that, although you were always going to come across as the least threatening of the bunch, you could always use that very same underestimation to your advantage.

But this enlightenment didn't came so easy. It took you a broken nose, a dislocated arm and oh so many bruises and cuts it would have taken forever to cure them all. What a way to start!

Thankfully God seemed to be in a good mood that night by sending you one of his angels to your rescue, who took you under his wing, quite literally, just as he spotted you barely walking out of the Cage that very same night.

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The guy had carried you to what you could only asume was were he lived. It wasn't a house in any way, it was literally just an empty and cold warehouse which look as if it had been abandoned a long time ago. As the echo from your name slowly faded away through the emptiness of the place, he remain silent. After he tried to lay you down into the only indication of someone living there, a naked mattress in one of the corners of the place with nothing but a pillow, you muttered it again, yet he never introduced himself. You started to wonder if he was mute until he, as if reading your mind, spoke.

"Rule #1: Never give the first hit, unlike the rest us, you should always try to hide your powers until the other asshole is too confused by why you're letting him take the upper hand, then and only then you can use them to fight back".

You had no idea what you were expecting but this was definitely not it. His voice was coars and with a very obvious accent. But the way he talked to you sent a shiver, for some unknown reason, down your spine. His tone was stern and his face held little to no expression at all, yet you knew he ment no harm. Aside from his unmistakable angelic looks, there was something about thim that put you at ease.

It wasn't the time nor the place to start thinking about his looks, but as he was kneeling in front of you, carefully patting the blood from your nose, you couldn't help but to look at him.

"Rule #2: Insted of learning how to hit, learn how to resist the punches. Now, don't be stupid! I'm not saying you shouldn't learn how to fight, ok? But since your fighting style has to be more on the defensive side, I'll come more in handy".

The stranger was around your age, maybe a few years older and he was definitely the most gorgeous being that you have ever laid eyes on. He had towering feathery wings, that although dirtied and bloody, kept their beauty. His golden curls were styled in a sort of mullet which framed his face perfectly, accentuating his features. His eyes were bluer than a sapphire but what really cached your attention was how they held a certain fog to them. They seemed to held so much anger but at the same time they still captured an underlying tenderness, specially noticeable each time he looked you over, searching for bigger cuts and more serious injuries. He has such a piercing stare, it sent some unwanted blood to your cheeks. You knew there was no way your blush could go unnoticed, specially since he was at a mere feet frome you. You knew he saw the goosebumps on your skin and rosy cheeks, but he never mentioned it.

"Now, pay attention kid. Rule #3: Once you become a Champion they'll start paying you a shity amount in cash. If you miraculously survive 'till then, save every last penny until you have enough to escape this place! For the love of God, do not fall for anything that will consume your money or else you will end up... "

The blond suddenly stopped, you could tell there was more he wanted to say but his lips had been shut abrubtly, like he had realised he was crossing an imaginary line. No matter how much you wanted to tell him to continue, it was going to be pointless. He didn't seemed to be that type of person. And frankly the stress from an exhausting night was already making it harder not to collapse right in there.

Much to your surprise, he allowed you to stay the night. You snoozed off before he got the chance to change his mind. In any other moment you would have never slept in such a place.

An empty building in God knows where with complete stranger? This is how people get killed in horror movies! But at this point, it was either here or outside on the streets.

The morning after, as soon as you stepped foot outside the place, you heard some heavy steps come closer.

"Once you cross that door, don't ever speak of this night to anyone, I'll know if you do!"

"Yeah, sure! Oh and thank y-"

"Stop it! I don't care! I felt sorry for you, last night, that's it! I don't ever want to see you again, I'm not your friend and you're certainly not mine. And if we ever have to fight believe me I won't hesitate... I won't loose"

"Fine, I promise".

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Warren was... Intriguing to say the least. The more you knew about him from the bits and pieces of information you gathered from other Fighters. Like his name, that he was the oldest fighter here and most importantly, Warren's family been crazy rich! The more curious you became.

But as promised, you never spoke to him again. You knew you'll have to live with the fact that your paths had crossed and drifted away that one single night.

All those questions will remain unanswered, that's how it was meant to be that's how he wanted things to be...

Three years went by were you kept your word, three years were you eventually became a Champion just like Warren. Three years of going undefeated. Until a tailed-blue-boy came along and changed it all. You were on a tiny cell-like room with only a tiny window from where you could barely see the Cage, when Warren's fight began. All you saw some blue dust, flapping wings, electric shocks and... Fire?

Something bad happened, something terribly bad! In a matter of seconds the once overcrowded place was emptied as people rushed outside before they were trapped inside the flames.

You took the frenzy of the situation as a green light to finally make your grand escape when you saw him.

"I don't ever want to see you again!"

"Fine, I promise".

But how could you keep your promise when he was like such state? His left wing was completely charcoiled, it was the blue boy's doing, but how? You shoocked your head, one day at a time, trying to focus again on what was truly important.

To break your promise.

To help him.

[loudestcloud]

HEYO! I did this kinda cos I noticed some new One Piece followers coming in from my Baron posts.

Explanations under cut

• Flame Flame fruit - I think that it's fun, looks cool and is used by 2 of some of the most coolest character. However I would never want it as I am 🔥🔥Pyrophobic🔥

• Mt. Colubo - idk, I think living there would be nice. It being just out the way enough of Dawn Island means it's not too crazy but also not too calm and prime for mini adventures.

• Rumbar pirates - Sing me Bink's Sake anyday boys, I'm always up for it! Its actually one of my main vocal stims to hum or whistle it, it's that engrained in my brain. Anyway, these lads only wanted to be free on the seas to be who they are and sing as the waves crashed on the ship. They never lived to see the pirate king race or even the popularity of pirates as a whole, they just vibed until they died and truely? Who could ask for more? This crew was so kind and wonderful right until the grave and even past that.

• Skypiea - This will probably change cos I'm only on Dressrosa ✌🏻

• Skypiea - I like the storyline, I like the actor, most of my favourites jokes are from this arc, I love the world building and the flashbacks while a bit problematic are still very fun and my favourite.

• I know what your thinking " Sans, how can you know these panels if you are anime only and on Dressrosa?" First off, don't call me by my name, it's confuses people. Second, listen, If I hear something big is happening and Sanji is involved, I'm gonna spoiler myself for the sake of Sanji deleopment. I know way too much about Whole cake because I got sucked in and had to pull myself away before I knew everything that happened. But also when it comes to Wano, I know Sanji was smiling a lot at the start and he asked Robin for help in a fight and that's huge, I know about out cute and powerful trans lady and out sexy strong big tiddies trans man. That's all.

• Sanji - He look, who'd have guessed. For real tho, I always looked up to Sanji as a kid, who had only ever seen his into arc, I wanted to be cool like him. I tended to dress like him any chance I could which was easy cos I'm British so it was just my school uniform really. I would fight like him too being the scrappy lil kid disabled with mild anger issues I was. If someone would try and start shit with me or my friends and I'd just kick their legs out from under. I'd usual fall too, again being disabled n all, but I'd flip back up so I still looked pretty cool. I thought his fight style was perfect for me because if I punched, my arm just dislocates but my legs where strong at the time so it was perfect. Now my legs aren't really that strong either and I use a cane for walks outside the house. The only think I didn't do was cook and that always made me sad but cos I really wanted to but poor ment that I felt didn't have enough food for me to be abled to get things wrong with and again, I'm pyrophobic so cooking is still hard for me like I said before when I picked One Piece back up in 2019, I started trying to get over my fear of cooking by useing Sanji as motivation. The only think id change is his simp levels and his transphobia. But, It's safe to say that Sanji has had a consistent impact on my life. Also as a child I tended to pick the role models that where also womenizers, another example being MCU Tony stark.

• Buggy - He's funny sometimes, he's dumb, I actually like clowns, he was hot in Impel down and we don't talk about how he looks past that. Fatherless behaviour at its finest, I know.

• Shanks - He's disabled, he's powerful in multiple ways, he's got dad vibes and I cosplayed him once and it gave me gender euphoria. So like, he's cool.

• Aokiji - Fujitora, Koby and Isuka had been super close choices but Aokiji ultimately landed on top because I remembered how whenever he shows up, my brain stops working and I have to do nothing but listen to him talk and also him in Film Z

• Brook - My love for Brook is only a tiny but less then Sanji and that's probably only because Sanji has been around longer and reasons I mentioned above. Brooks story is beautiful, as I said I love his crew, his loyalty is so unmatched and he's a really nice old man who is surprisingly chill with new consept. The one thing I don't really like is his panties obsession but at least he is polite about it ig.

• Post timeskip Luffy - Listen, if you've see the outfit exams I used to do, you'll know why I love this design so much but for the new comers let's just say that a lot of thought went into this outfit, a lot more than you'd actually guess.

And a quick bonus, my favourite movie is very obviously Baron omatsuri and the secret island, as if it would be anything else.

[luntica]

Had a fun night tonight, chatting and drinking with my coven over video call, before playing Jack play box with some friends. Being drunk ment less control over swimming. I can really let loose and just be authentic autistic self.

But at a point i started to hurt. So after I mentioned my shoulder hurting to my partner, who has some medical knowledge, they gave me a quick look and went "did you dislocate your shoulder from happy flapping?"

Me, unsure if that's why it hurts or not. "Maybe?"

Be both just kinda go "add that to the list of things to check out with doctors. "

Once the therapist stops canceling on me and I can get to my primary again and ask about Ehlers-Danlos tests

[luckyjeonghan]

Seventeen Final Cut Day 2 (181104)

Some of the things that happened last night:

1. Hoshi was injured.

He dislocated his shoulder while performing Chuck. As soon as the song finished, he ran off stage and was not able to do introductions with the other boys. The set list had to be altered due to the injury (he wasn’t able to perform Swimming Fool with the Performance Team). He still sang A-Teen, Change Up, etc. but he wasn’t able to dance and perform like usual.

Cr. Hamster19960615

2. This weird neck move that they’re doing.

Woozi also started boxing out of nowhere like in their VLive. Woozi said that it’s not a spoiler but I don’t trust these boys for one second.

Cr. Wonwooimnida, Woozipie

3. Seungcheol, Seokmin, Mingyu, and Seungkwan cried during their ending ment.

“I will stay as a proud Seventeen member because I think I live a better life than the people who talk down on us. Our company said that we are one of the most dependable artists so in 2019, I will show you a better self and live harder.”

-Seungcheol

“Carats never give up, even when it’s hard to live.” 

-Seungkwan

“We started practice in middle school and started with 30 fans. Now I can’t believe there are so many fans infant of us. We still have a lot of big dreams and many more goals we want to accomplish so I hope you’ll join us a long the way.”

-Mingyu

Cr. Svt13_hd, TheBoyILove_Mg, SpringRabbit_88, MI_p3250o

Carats, please hope & pray for our Prince Hoshi’s speedy recovery 💕

[canardventriloque]

Glitch dans la cabane perché dans le cerveau émullition (ce mot n’existe pas ???) régurgitation de ce qu’il en résulte et subsiste

Je crois que le canard ventriloque m'épie dans la nuit.

La coordination motrice de mes doigts tapotant laisse à désirer.

J'ai mangé une banane, mais je ne me sens pas mieux (je me disais que ce simple geste avait quelque chose de rassurant mais l'effet s'est déjà estompé).

Il y a une terrible angoisse dans ma poitrine et je sens une compression dans tous mon corps. Il y a du sang qui vibre à l'intérieur de mon bras droit et des démangeaisons abyssales qui me rentrent entre les côtes je n'ose me toucher le corps.

Situation d'effroi, presque tout mon corps ne m'appartient plus tant ses réactions sont incompréhensibles et ce qui se passe dans mon cerveau n'est pas plus discernable.

Quelque chose dans l'air, une sensation d'être épié. Des picotements mentaux.

J'ai du mal avec le mot de dysphorie, je ne sais pas trop quand il est opportun de l'employer, mais j'ai l'impression que c'est ça qui me traverse souvent en ce moment plutôt que des crises d'angoisses. Ou un mix des deux. Ou bien aucun des deux et tout ça c'est dans ma tête. Tout est si irrationnel. Je me sens chaud peut-être que c'est juste de la fièvre.

Je viens de passer une journée de 8h d'éveil, suivi d'une fatigue catatonique soudaine et là je m'en réveille après 6h de sommeil nébuleux et obscur duquel rien ne semble s'extraire. Un sommeil sans substance. La sensation étrange que tout s'écroule puis reprend une forme mais différente de celle initiale et le processus est à chaque fois plus étrange la forme de plus en plus alambiquée je me sens déstructuré complètement désarticulé et le réel est pantelant. Le réel est étrange. Ah je n'aime pas m'attarder dessus j'ai l'impression que des choses vont surgir à tout moment. Mes yeux et mes oreilles se tendent en permanence à la recherche d'une trace indiscernable d'irréalité, de dislocation.

Ma tête commence à me faire mal.

Mes bras sont de plus en plus lourd.

Mon cou se tord.

Et dans mon corps il y a comme deux aimants qui s'attirent et se repoussent comme deux aimants peuvent si bien le faire.

Moi qui ai l'habitude de baigner dans le vide, là j'ai l'impression d'être embourbé dans un glitch d'océan et d'être passé sous l'horizon des événements et mon corps se déforme sous les décors en décombres de la réalité.

Le temps s'écoule d'une manière ou d'une autre. Sensation de siphon, de maelström.

Forme d'apaisement et de lucidité dans la raison mais le corps ne suit pas encore et porte les marques d'une angoisse indélébile. Y repenser fait replonger ma raison dans cette mixture, dans ce glitch.

Je sens enfin des odeurs, une odeur de cuir forte mais il n’y a pas de cuir autour de moi. L’intérieur de mes narines est si angoissant. 

Vraiment une sensation... bois moisi en lambeaux et fourmis et termites et ça me creuse de partout. Il y a des termites. Des glitch de termites. 

Peut-on parler de conscience ?

Hier j’ai joué à Memory of a broken dimension. J’ai l’impression d’être resté dans ce jeu mais que le décor autour de moi ment vu qu’il reste celui habituel et le jeu n’est pas tangible seulement dans mon corps je sens bien quelque chose qui s’en rapproche. Ou bien ce jeu me permet juste d’atteindre ces étranges émotions par effet d’analogie et dans ce cas il tombe juste au moment où il faut. Dans mon corps il y a comme la mémoire surgissante, comme du stress post-traumatique, d’une dimension écrasante en rupture en dislocation. Bruits de cassure. Déchirements corporels. Sous les aisselles un énorme trou.  

Le protagoniste s’est dissous. Glitch. Glitch. Glitch.  

Là plus là pas là làlà non plus là le là le là le là plus là le là n’est pas là le là a t-il été là le là là là non le là n’a jamais été là au revoir le là qui n’était pas là tu n’es pas là jamais là là tu n’es pas là là là là

là

là l)

m)

ljpj*

Rien de là.

*DISTORSION NOISES*

*Mental Breakdown* *Mental acidity* *Mental turmoil* *Mental disobedience* *Mental fading away* Mentaaaalalalallalla

Chaos dans la mégastructure du cerveau.

Interruption total de la réalité.

Error existence not found. Tangibilityyyy not foound. Not found. Not found.

Veuillez rendre l’âme à qui elle appartient. Give up.

Fin de transmission. 

Helix

- Ecrit le 28/08/2018 de 3h à 4H du matin -

[claudehenrion]

“Qui gouverne… ment” (dans les pays  qui savent comment on fabrique un tel machin… mais même dans les autres).

  Après des semaines (“tout va bien”, nous a-t-on expliqué) on a fini par comprendre pourquoi il est si difficile de fabriquer quelque chose qui ressemble vaguement à un gouvernement : la quantité de bobards qui sont déversés sur nous, jour après jour (“7 sur 7 et 24 sur 24”, comme le dit une publicité) dépasse l’imaginable ! Personne de normalement constitué ne pourrait survivre un seul jour dans l'atmosphère pourrie (il faut dire “délétère”, en dialecte “bobo”) du monde politique : un homme normal en meurt, et c'est d'ailleurs pour cela (pour protéger mon honneur, la vérité, ma conscience, et le sens des mots) que j'ai toujours refusé de faire de la politique.

 Chaque soir, au moment de “pondre” mon Billet quotidien, je me répète une de ces petites phrases qui me servent d'intelligence : “il ne faut jamais ériger nos propres impatiences en arguments de base opposables aux autres”… Mais je n'arrive pas à me convaincre que la folie n'est pas sortie des asiles… où ont été enfermés les survivants de ce qui fut “la race humaine”… Partout, on ne voit qu'absence d'intelligence politique, perte de contact avec toute réalité, faux problèmes érigés en vérités premières, (et solutions plus fausses encore), cécité devant tout ce qui mérite l'attention, et enflure de tout ce qui n'en vaut pas la peine .

 L’époque actuelle semble être passée maître dans l'art d'avoir ‘’tout faux’’ dans la hiérarchisation des  priorités…  et dans celui du “foutage de gueules” ! Les cas où cette analyse ne s'applique pas sont rares, et on les trouve généralement à l'échelle des individus, mais pas des hommes politiques. Plus grave encore : les analyses qui précèdent ont fait bien plus de dégâts en France que dans d'autres pays.

 En effet et depuis peu, de nombreux pays ont su porter au pouvoir de vrais “leaders”, libérés de la chape de plomb qu'impose cette absence de pensée qui se dit “correcte” (en vérité, “perverse” et “mortifère”). Et je me fais donc du souci pour les français, qui sont plus importants à mes yeux que les tchétchènes, les albanais ou les ouïgours (encore un péché bobo auquel je suis fier de succomber !).

 Un exemple vivant (d'aucuns disent mortel, mais c'est bien le même !) expliquera ce triomphe du “n'importe quoi” qui est en train de devenir le mode de pensée le plus fréquent chez nous. Compte tenu du psychodrame à rebondissement qui obscurcit notre horizon, j'ai choisi le sujet brûlant de la “taxe d'habitation’‘ : sujet mineur s'il en fut, mais tellement mal géré qu'il est devenu un nouveau sujet de dislocation de la nation, révélateur de l'impéritie crasse des nuls ministérisés...

 Ces nuls, que nous a donnés un destin vraiment inamical (et un vote stupide venant après un honteux mensonge d'Etat qu'ils ont réussi à étouffer, il faut le rappeler !), ont fait reposer toute leur stratégie de confiscation des revenus et des biens des particuliers au profit de LEUR machine d'Etat sur une énorme usine à gaz dont la complexité devait nous empêcher de comprendre comment et par où nous étions… blousés. Il n'est pas facile de résumer ce psychodrame exprès rendu indémm… broussaillable : ses initiateurs se sont pris les pieds dans le tapis !

 Soit un système fiscal dont la complexité atteint des sommets indépassables : il prend énormément, laisse très peu, et camoufle cette forme de vol réputé légal derrière des règlements incompréhensibles et une administration redoutable et impitoyable (NDLR : cf nos ’'billets ’'du 6 avril 2018 : ’'Arrêtez d'emmerder les français”, du 4 juin 2018 : “L'horreur du Léviathan”, et du 5 juin 2018 : “Bonne nouvelle… de l'Iref”). Mais un jour, un “Communiquant” encore plus vicieux que les autres a soufflé aux nuls au pouvoir que, au terme d'une campagne d'intox’, la taxe d'habitation pourrait passer pour presque plus impopulaire que les autres impôts.

 “Chic ! se sont dit les budgétivores ! On va dire qu'on la supprime… et comme la bête anthropophage est insatiable, ça nous permettra de sucrer, en douce, les dotations aux villes, villages et communautés urbaines” . On va donc couper dans le tas, en promettant un dédommagement “à l'euro près”... (qui dira la beauté des formules creuses qui sortent de ces têtes d’œuf !). Et… on promettra sans rien promettre une suppression partielle mais totale (pas pour les mêmes) qui interviendra tout de suite, plus tard ou jamais (pour les mêmes), qu'on compensera par des ressources dont on n'a pas le premier sou et qui viendront des mêmes poches (pas toutes les mêmes, mais les mêmes quand même). Vous suivez ?

 Mais ces idiots sont tellement déconnectés de toutes les réalités qu'ils n'ont même pas envisagé cette évidence que les pauvres maires, se retrouvant privés de recettes par le désengagement de l'Etat, allaient illico appliquer le principe appelé “PAM” (pain avoiding model), qui dit que “l'homme arrive toujours à inventer des moyens de contourner les agressions et de minimiser leurs conséquences”. Dans le cas présent… on va vite augmenter la taxe d'habitation et, demain, la taxe foncière, et d'autres… Cette trajectoire auto-bouclante ne connaît pas de limites théoriques !

 Et une fois de plus, c'est Molière qui avait, avant tout le monde, proposé une bonne réponse : dans “Le Médecin malgré lui”, Sganarelle expliquait (?) à Oronte que… “Ossabandus, nequeys, nequer, potarinum, quipsa, milus… et voilà pourquoi votre fille est muette”… Notre grand Molière avait donc prévu et annoncé le programme, les idées et les motivations des ex-actuels-futurs-on-ne-sait-pas-qui ministres du gouvernement… (puisque le chef a annoncé hier qu'il a réussi à en réunir un, même caricatural… ). Courage ! On n'est pas sorti de l'auberge…

H-Cl.

[sami-sam-and-eun-kwon-blog]

No one will hurt you again

*Eun*

Me and dad were standing at the gorilla waiting for our themes to play as we waited I noticed that dad was looking anxious "dad you ok?" Dad sighs and places his hands on my cheeks.

*Shinsuke*

I was really worried, more then usual, AJ and Daniel were having to go against me anf Eun, I feel like something is gonna go bad, as I was in thought I heard Eun "Dad you ok?" I turn to her and sigh, as I place my hands her cheeks I whisper "I'm just worried" then I hear my theme.

*Eun*

Worried! What does have to be worried about?

I hear my theme 2 minutes after dad and as I walked in the ring I had my puppet of AJ that I handmade and when I was in the ring I took the puppet and broke it in half, as the ring began I was taking out Daniel, till AJ attacked me as I was down I heard a pop next thing I know Dad low blows AJ outta nowhere he then was attacked by Daniel, as a fight broke out I stood up and managed to push him off dad.

Before he could damage me I quickly get behind him and do a low blow as Daniel falls dad and I get out of the ring he smirked as I was trying to not show my pain.

*Backstage*

As we walked backstage I turn to dad "my shoulder" he looks at me then his eyes widen as he knew what ment as we headed there Renee walks up to us "Shinsuke, Eun can you tell us about what happened?" Dad shake his head and as she tries to catch up, with my good arm I grab her mic and whisper "Sorry, no speak English" after that I throw it away, like it was a piece of garbage.

*medical room*

As we sat in the medics room he walks up to me "good and bad news which one first?" He says, I give a think and I look at him "bad" he frowns a bit "your arm is unfortunately not only dislocated, it's also broken" he says as I look down.

*Shinsuke*

Hearing the news seemed to have break her so I look at the doctor "and the good?" He smiles a bit "you will have surgery in two hours, along with 2 months of" he says as we leave, while we walk I turn to her "get to the locker room, I'll be there soon" I say as she looks at me "where are you going?" I keep walking "dad needs to do something sweetie, just stay safe".

As AJ was on his own I stay in the shadow and then I run up to him and attack, as I did, I gave him another low blow then I threw him to a crate as I was done I walk up to him "that's for Eun" I say then I walk off.

I get to the locker room only to see Eun making another puppet, I walk up to her "who is this princess?" She looks at me and smile "another AJ" she says as she shows me

As she finishes I sit she in my lap "and what's the X for?" She then glares at it "for you to hit him where it hurts, like he did to my shoulder" I frown and pull her closer "no one is going to hurt you again, I promise" she nods "I know, you'll low blow them afterwards" I laugh then she looks at me *wait where did you go?" I place my hand on her cheek "I went to get AJ, to let him know not to hurt you" I say as she smirked

A/N

Sorry for these shitty pictures.

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