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sage-nebula · 3 years

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I was thinking about how Zelda absolutely has PTSD from trapping Ganon in Hyrule Castle for 100 years, and that made me want to write about it. I ended up writing 2,483 words, and while this is in no way up to my standards and is also not polished at all (or even a full fic; it’s like little pieces strewn together until my brain ran out of steam), I’m still happy I actually managed to write given how hard that has been for me over the past year and a half due to my critical exhaustion. So I’m going to post this rough draft here, for any who want to read it.

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Every morning, Zelda woke with fire and malice in her throat.

It was something strange to cough, to gasp, to choke on something that existed only within her mind. It was odd, a curiosity—but one she couldn’t care to study as she hunched over the crevice between the bed and the wall for the second week in a row, trying desperately to stifle her coughing and hide her sweaty face with her hair so that Link wouldn’t see. She coughed, and scraped her tongue with her teeth, fighting to rid her mouth of a phantom substance she tasted with every breath she took, and every morsel of food she chewed.

She couldn’t, of course. It was impossible to rinse out something that didn’t exist. Even as she took the proffered cup of water Link had fetched the moment he noticed her stirring (knowing, she knew with shame, what was going to come next) and gulped it down her burning throat, she knew it was no use. One hundred years of saturating her lungs in Ganon’s essence with every breath she took meant she’d never really be rid of the taste.

But even so, she drank the water, and smiled in thanks at Link as she handed the cup back to him. He smiled, too, but it didn’t mitigate the concern in his eyes any more than the water had mitigated the flavor behind her teeth.

———

For one hundred years, Zelda did not eat.

She did not sleep.

She did not dream.

At least, not in any real sense. There were moments, especially as the decades ticked past, that she let her consciousness wander. She thought back to days—to years long past, to faces she could scarcely remember and voices that were now nothing more than bad echoes of her own. She checked in on Link, as much as one could check in on someone in a coma, and tried not to let herself feel disappointed each time she received nothing but silence in return. She wondered how Hyrule was faring, in the wake of the calamity; wondered how they managed to rebuild, to survive, and—in moments when she allowed herself hope—thrive despite the devastation that had ravaged them. Had they left the ruins of their former lives scattered along the landscape? Were there any still alive who remembered what happened the day the kingdom was torn asunder, and so many lives along with it?

Her consciousness always returned to her when her captive growled, guttural and menacing, and she could not say what emotion she felt when her awareness was yanked back into the castle in those moments, whether it was fury, determination, or something else altogether. But as she stared at the beast she held bound in her golden chains, and tightened her grip on them enough so that she could feel her own power burning through her palms, all she knew was that the rush of emotion she felt in those moments meant that she would never, ever let go.

———

Zelda didn’t remember very much of the journey to Hateno Village, and she certainly didn’t remember the seven days she spent asleep in what had formerly been Link’s bed. (“Ninety-nine years and . . . a lot of days to go before you beat my record,” Link had said.)

But it didn’t take her too long to become aware, and when she did, she wished she hadn’t.

Every morning, she woke with smoke and malice in her throat. Every night, she was back in the castle. Her fists were taut around golden chains wrapped around her forearms again and again to give her better bracing. Those same chains wrapped endlessly around a monster, a demon of unimaginable horror who had murdered her people, her friends, her family. A demon who stared down a putrid swine snout at her, snorting and snarling in her face, thrashing and roaring like a beast aside from the moments it tried to catch her off-guard like a man.

For one hundred years, Zelda didn’t sleep. She couldn’t. Any time she let her grip slacken, the chains loosened, and the beast took advantage of the moment to raise a bloody moon so his monsters could savage the people of Hyrule. Princesses slept; wardens of demonic beasts did not.

The beast was gone now, and Zelda knew that. She had used her power to banish it herself the moment Link landed the ending blow. The beast was gone, and for the first time in one hundred years, Zelda was allowed to sleep.

She wished she wasn’t.

———

She didn’t know what day it was, but in a way, she supposed it didn’t matter. One hundred years after the calamity and Hyrule had moved on in such a way that each day was now very much like the last. Each night, she was back in the castle. Each morning, she had fire and malice in her throat. Each day, she did her best to get herself in order so that she could stop the cycle from repeating. So far, she had yet to succeed.

But if there was one thing her life, both pre- and during-calamity, had given her, it was determination. She would not quit. She could not quit. Link was helping her; he had brought her to his home, had given her his bed (despite her insistence that he should keep it, or that at least they should share, at which point he pretended to hear his horse neighing for him outside and had taken the stairs three at a time to escape), was cooking meals for her to help her recuperate. One hundred years was a long time to go without food, he’d said, as he’d handed her a hearty meat stew (and had corrected her that it was indeed hearty, not hardy, because of the hearty truffles he’d put in, see?). She needed to regain her strength, albeit with foods that were easy on the stomach at first, so that she could get used to eating again.

Not eating for one hundred years wasn’t why she kept rubbing at her wrists, or felt wobbly on her feet. It wasn’t why she woke every morning gasping for clean air, or why her hands shook around the cup of water Link always had ready for her. But he was trying, and she wasn’t about to tell him otherwise, not when she had been enough of a burden on him already.

So that morning, after she gulped down the cup of cool water that Link had left on the bedside table for her, Zelda brushed her sweaty hair from her face and took a deep breath. Today, she would have Link show her how to cook some recipes, so that she could take some of that burden from him. She would feed their horses, and actually start to get to know the one Link had saved for her—the one that was descended from her own horse, one hundred years ago. She would suggest an activity for them, perhaps fishing, and then see it through without there being an incident. Today she would get herself together far more than she had any of the days previous, and put the past one hundred years behind her where it belonged.

As he always was on the mornings he wasn’t at her bedside, Link was outside cooking breakfast. He looked up as Zelda stepped through the doorway, and smiled—but Zelda saw his smile for only a fraction of a second before the smell of the food hit her, and her stomach curled.

Smoke malice fire Ganon—

One second, she was standing in the doorway of Link’s home. The next she was behind the horse stable, one hand braced against the house, the other arm wrapped around her stomach as she heaved all the water she had just drank, plus a few remnants of last night’s dinner, onto the grass. She retched, skin clammy and body shaking, and might have fallen to her knees in her own vomit if it weren’t for Link gripping her shoulder with one hand, his other hand holding her hair back from her face. Zelda coughed, and swiped the back of her hand across her mouth as her heaving subsided.

“I—” she began, and swallowed hard as her throat closed tight again. “Apologies, I’m not sure what came over me.”

“Sickness, I think,” Link said, and if she didn’t know him as well as she did, she might have thought he was being sarcastic. He waited until she was standing firm (or at least as firm as she could) before he let her go. “And you don’t have to apologize for being sick, Princess.”

There was too much she could say to that, and yet not a single thing felt right. “What—what were you making?”

“Eggs and bacon, with a side of saus . . . oh.” Link’s eyes widened at something he saw on her face. “Oh no. I’m sorry. I’ll throw it out.”

Zelda shook her head. “There’s no reason for you to waste perfectly good food. I’ll just . . . eat around the pork.”

“No, I’ll get rid of it. I can cook any number of things for breakfast,” Link said firmly. “Tell you what, we’ll have wildberry crepes instead. How��s that sound?”

She smiled weakly. “That sounds lovely.”

Link smiled back in the same way he always did, with concern still alight in his eyes even as his lips soundlessly told her he’d do his best to make everything all right. He offered her his hand—and it was silly, and embarrassing, and a bit patronizing, because she could walk well enough on her own and she had to fight the urge to smack his hand away—and she took it. He led her back around the house and quickly indoors, away from the smell of the now burned pork on the cooking pan, and told her that he’d have breakfast done in a flash. And he would—she knew he would, he always did. But as she sank into a chair at the table, her hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, she also knew that wasn’t the problem.

———

It was two months, by Link’s calendar, before she felt up to a trip to Kakariko Village—a trip to see Impa.

She had seen Purah, of course. Purah hadn’t waited for Zelda to make the trip to Hateno Tech Lab, and instead had made her own way to Link’s house, though how she’d managed to get there on her own given her stubby six-year-old legs, Zelda didn’t know. Meeting with Purah again was . . . an experience, to say the least. She had the same spirit Zelda remembered, a bouncy countenance both familiar and overwhelming, and Link thankfully managed to distract Purah with something outside before Zelda was overcome with sobs. The strange thing was, in the moment, Zelda couldn’t have told anyone why she was crying. Even now, weeks after the fact, she still wasn’t sure. Mentally, she hadn’t felt like crying. She hadn’t felt it emotionally, either. But somehow, seeing and hearing Purah one hundred years later, it had all been a little too much. She’d cried before she could help herself.

It was that, at least in part, that made her stave off the trip to Kakariko, before the guilt gnawing at her gut told her she could stave it off no more. Rather than warp with the Sheikah Slate, Link suggested they ride. It would be good for her to spend time with her horse, he’d reasoned, and it would also give her a chance to see a little of Hyrule. The Dueling Peaks stable was at the midway point between the two villages if it got too late, but even that was unlikely given that Kakariko was only a half-day’s ride from Hateno.

Link hadn’t needed all the justifications, and Zelda thought that perhaps Link knew he didn’t. But he gave them, and she took them, and in the end she still felt that even the extra half-day wasn’t quite enough.

It was one thing for an old friend to have the body of a child due to a science experiment gone awry. It was another to see one hundred years of lost time reflected in every canyon etched into another friend’s face. Impa’s hair had always been white, but her hairline had receded to reveal age spots and crows feet around sunken eyes. Her lips were thin now, her shoulders hunched with arthritis, her joints cracking with every movement.

But when Zelda stepped through the doorway of her home, and their eyes met, Impa smiled as if not a day had passed.

“Princess,” Impa said, her voice a warm wheeze around her words. “It is so good to see you safe and whole once again.”

Zelda nodded and smiled. Tried to smile. “Thank you, Impa. It is . . .” She was safe, she was . . . “It is also good to . . . to see you.”

This time, she wasn’t aware of her tears until she saw them fall upon the kerchief Link offered her, splashing as she blinked in surprise at the cloth suddenly put in front of her face. Impa’s smile was gone, replaced by a look of sadness—of pity?—as her granddaughter, who looked so much like Impa used to, squeaked something about calming tea and dashed from the room. Zelda sniffed, gasped, choked hear tears back as she dabbed them away with the kerchief, and tensed every muscle in her body to keep from throwing Link’s hand off her elbow as she said, “I’m—I’m fine.”

For she was fine. She was there, standing there, in Impa’s home in Kakariko Village, with two friends and an oddly familiar stranger. She was safe, and she was as whole as she could be, as she ever would be. She was fine, even as she sobbed into the kerchief Link had given her, hands trembling too badly to take the tea that Paya brought out a few minutes later.

———

“Y-You know . . .” Paya said, stretching her tunic over her legs as she sat beside Zelda on the grass outside, while Link and Impa spoke within the house. “I think it’s—it’s okay if you need to cry. You’ve been through so much. You were trapped in the castle with Ganon for one hund—”

“No,” Zelda interrupted, before she could stop herself. Paya startled, and looked her way. Zelda could feel Paya’s wide eyes on her, but she did not remove her own from her wrists—wrists that could still feel the weight of heavy golden chains made of her own power. “I . . . was not locked in the castle with him. He was locked in the castle with me.”

#loz: breath of the wild #breath of the wild #princess zelda #link #hero of the wild #impa #paya #fic fix #vomit//cw #not written: Zelda cuts her hair as a way to separate herself from the 100 year confinement w/ Ganon #it's a healing thing you know #Link helps her clean up the uneven parts #& that's why her hair is short in the sequel #also nothing I write for BotW is compliant in any way with AoC #Terrako DNI

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ask-voidmeld · 3 years

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My Family By: Babe Powell, Reviewed by Agnes Drummond

TW: Description of mangled bodies, ghosts

“It’s weird growing up with people knowing you, but you don’t know them.

Not like distant family reunions or anything, most of my extended family is dead. My grandmas and two uncles are really the only ones left on my father’s side, and well, I have a few aunts and a pair of cousins on dad’s side.”

Tor tu kahtukinn tu et ophero. (Ah, the always forgotten of Otero.)

“But I know there used to be a lot more, like my great grandparents are out there somewhere in a place called,, um.. Australia? (I’m not sure if that's right, it's hard to tell if they’re joking or not.)”

Haha, tu jor mon Australia ey sai, petitoue baahkin’s boraròw. (Haha, the big Australia is real, little lamb’s bearcub.)

“Or, that I had a grandpa.”

Oh, Virgilius. Tu moi un bucha rrk tae. Ens turi ripp tuito sae Janus’x ackk. (Oh, Virgilius. You would’ve liked him. He’s still sewn to the side of Janus’ bag.)

“I didn’t know grandpas were a thing for a few years, I’m being completely honest about that. I haven’t had a grandpa before, so I didn’t know, I like 8 or something.

But, still.. I don’t hear much from him. Grandmother Agnes the only one that talks to me consistently. She’s mentioned him a few times, according to my dad and her, he was a really cool guy. I don’t hear much from my grandmother’s siblings, they don’t like to talk. They just stand there, menacingly.”

Fai tu yy sae fu-kac-toohsuo tu Drummond bario. Moi et sae toush vennom, tu tuu mor. Ees souta et frot, padd supos oso fu-kac stou. E morro epa su ta. (Menace is the lifeblood of the Drummond Family. You will stand with such passion, one day too. Eyes wide and forward, feet spread to easily gain battle stance. A scowl always helps.)

“Most of them were stricken down warriors, so I didn’t like looking at them too much. Gray would be bleeding from their wounds, organs dragging against the floor, skin torn and dreary white.”

...Eh, moitu so moi eh, ta so. Eh uu raain frot-o teh wroamin eh toi sau ompliea ta faiprouither. (...I suppose you’re right on that one. Still, a nervous look to the ground is a compliment to a soldier.)

“Great Uncle Johnny didn’t have a head, but he liked to sing to himself.. It was gargled by the blood, his sweet melody would be drowned in an ash sea. He likes to sing at night, I don’t sleep much when he visits, because dear Quisusaih that dude just fucking belts out Pterannan opera at 3 am. He mainly just follows dad around at night while he sings. He likes to watch over Dad when he’s in one of his moods.”

...Ah, jah. Baahkin sow ta tu moitu. John? Moitu ember ta sau ens kor fa moi. (...Ah, yes. Lambkin gets that from me. John? I’ll remind him to keep down for you. )

“They’re the only ghosts I can see, but I think that’s just Dad and I’s clairvoyance. The difference is that I can hear them.”

Heuheu, jah, moix rccki’x soola ten moi seela.. Tu eh mota. (Haha, yes, your father’s songs lend you hearing.. It’s truly special.)

“Surprisingly, the dead don��t have much to say, at least my dead.. Otherwise they don’t stop talking, the dogs don’t stop barking, the cats never stop meowing, it’s just one piano with all of its keys being slammed together at the same time.

One thing that always terrified me was the fact that my clothes were handy downs. I knew which family member wore them because the tears would sewn up. I just had to look at who had a knife, where. Luckily, I grew out of them quickly, so thanks Pops.”

Sooso eh sau ehkaso’x peiahs eh quisasa, et moitoi sinc… Moi eh tular eh so une to pha onso quisosolepa uno duex. Ehan eh sua moi bien toso toohsuo, et tar eta moitoi du kalha. (Wearing another person’s clothes is honorable, but I understand.. You’ve never been one to delve into your vampiric half. Nor are you great with blood, which is something I don't quite understand.)

“Was it too much?”

Heuheu, xue, Osolunta Atlas. Moitoi morso moi esckck. E toto sssch muo,(Haha, no, Prince Atlas. I enjoy your talking. It gets quiet here.)

“So it’s good enough?”

Jah! Jah, moi es jitjit raain fo moix moix bien, eta seu moix rccki! Moi e bienix!...Eh, sauah tu fo echi? (Yes! Yes, you’re too nervous for your own good, just like your dad! You’ll do great!...What’s this even for again?)

“Class! I’m supposed to talk about my family.”

Ohhh, jah, eso es ‘Perfect’ tu sou! Ne fonta Beetle! Et toi simpahlaoso Johnny’x polahso, wahkin bah-dum et seuf. (Ohhh, yes, this is perfect for that! Don’t forget Beetle! Make sure to describe Johnny’s beheading, children love that stuff.)

“Okay! Bye Grandma!”

Oranto! Ne fonta tu jaja, Kenzie! Er eh so fshhfssh Pterannaan et so! Er maka bien et xerio! (Goodbye! Don’t forget your lunch, Kenzie! Hey, sprinkle some Pterannaan in there! It makes good for story!)

#tw body injury #tw body gore #tw ghosts #intothevoids #universe 5782 #agnes drummond #Kenzie ‘babe’ Powell-rowe #Ned’s bedtime stories

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primroseprime2019 · 3 years

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The Little Girl and The Dinosaurs

On a dark cold December night, there was little four and a half American/Italian girl was coloring on a piece of paper in the carpet near the fire. She has dark brown hair and blue eyes, and slightly tan skin; she was wearing pink nightgown and a silver whistle attached to her neck. Her name was Valentina Rosalina Grady and she was waiting for her parents to come from work. Truth be told, this was no ordinary little girl. She was different from the rest of the kids in her neighborhood. She had unbelievable powers. Ever since she was born, strange things happened. Animals from shape and sizes would come near her and tried to make her smile or laugh. And when she was in the backyard, flowers and plants would grow. It was really strange but her parents accepted her gift but they had to keep it a secret. So her parents decided to keep her home schooled so the kids in her school won't be scared at her.

Speaking of her parents, they were really good people. Her dad was name Oscar Grady. He had light brown hair and adventurous blue eyes. He used to be a Navy soldier but he retired to become a collage history teacher. He loved to teach others to learn but during his free time, he would play with his baby girl and make her smile while teaching her how to do combat to control her powers and even though she was small, she was a fast learner. She was smart for a little girl but her curiosity got the better of her and she would get into a little trouble. Her mom was name Alma. She was a beautiful Italian woman. She has dark brown hair and warm brown eyes. She was a doctor and was very kind to her patients. Every man wanted to marry her but she chose Oscar because he was very funny and smart. Valentina loved her parents with all her heart and soul and would stay by their side no matter what. Well, except when she had to go to the bathroom.

Then a teenage girl with blond hair and chocolate brown eyes; She wore a red sweater, brown pants and cowboy boots. She was about the age of eighteen. She came out from the kitchen. "Val, it's almost past yer bed time." She said in a sweet western accent.

Val looked at her almost pleadingly, "Awww… but Abby, can I stay up fow five mowe minutes? Mommy and Daddy pwomise to wead me a bed time stowy."

Abby smiled at her, "Alright but remember yer ma and pa ain't gonna like it to see their little baby girl still awake and energetic."

Val smiled brightly, "Thanks Abby! You'we the best babysittew evew!"

Abby's real name was Abigail Starious. She lived down the block with her big brother, Joshua or Josh, close to Valentina's home. She and her brother moved from their family ranch to study in the big city to be doctors. Abby worked as a full time babysitter for Valentina also a waitress in a cafe and her brother Joshua worked as a mechanic, for cars. They knew about Valentina's power and would keep it a secret because they took a liking to her.

"Ah shucks, yer making me blush." Abby smiled then she noticed Valentina's drawing, "Watcha drawing there Val?"

Val showed Abby a red long neck animal with a crocked drawing of a tree. "It's a Ba-wo-sau-wus." She said trying to say the name correctly. It's correct name was Barosaurus.

"Is it a dinosaur?" Abby asked playfully, knowing the answer. Val loved dinosaurs so much that she had stuffed dinosaur toys in her bed room. She always dreamed of meeting one in Jurassic World but her parents were busy with their jobs so they didn't have time to go there. Not that she was complaining but Val understood her parents and would listen to them always.

"Uh-huh, they awe pwant eatews and they awe weally big!" Val said with a big and bright smile.

"Wow! I bet they can reach the tallest of all trees!" Abby said playfully.

Val nodded, "Yup! But they have to stand on theiw back wegs."

Abby smiled before going to kitchen to make some hot coco. Val went up to the sofa and looks at the window to wait for her parents. Val waited and waited and waited but her parents didn't come home yet. She fell asleep when the clock strikes nine. Abby became worried. Why didn't Mr. and Mrs. Grady come home yet? Abby pickd up Val and puts her to bed. She looked at her phone and sends an e-mail to Mr. Grady.

Mr. Grady, it's me Abby. I was wonderin' why ya aren't home yet with Mrs. Grady. If ya'll have an extra shift in yer work, I'll watch Val till tomorrow.

-Abby

Abby went to the couch and fell asleep as she waited for the text of Oscar. On the next day, Abby woke up and prepared breakfast. It was pancakes for breakfast. She heard little footsteps coming down the stairs. She turned and smiled to see Val holding her stuff honey colored raptor doll named Honey.

"Mornin' Val," Abby gave Val her breakfast. Val sat down and yawned before eating her breakfast. Abby opened the mini TV on top of the counter and let Val watch Disney Junior. Then the news appeared.

"I interrupt this program for this breaking new. Two married couples were killed on a car accident when a truck hit them last night. Police discovered the truck driver was drunk. The two married couples did not survive the crash."

Abby froze. 'Oh God! Please don't tell me!' She thought in fear.

"The married couples have IDs and their names are Oscar Grady and Alma Grady. The drunken driver was survived and his sentenced will be in soon after he recovers."

Abby's eyes widen in horror. She looks at Val and her heart broke at the sight. Val's eyes were wide as she broke down in tears. Abby comforted Val as she and Val would have to visit the police station to inform them about Mr. and Mrs. Grady having a four and a half year old daughter and retrieve their bodies to be buried. The funeral started early morning. It was cold and the snow fall down at them slowly. Val was wearing a black dress and shoes. She was in a graveyard with men and women that were friends with her parents. Abby was there by her side, wearing a black dress and her brother Josh, who had green eyes and blonde hair, was wearing a black clothes as well. Val placed a red rose on her mother and father's coffins as they were buried. Val put her picture in the middle, on her parents' grave, so they can see it in heaven above.

After she did she went to Abby and Josh and started crying, Abby and Josh comforted her. As the funeral was over everyone went home. Val was staying with Abby and Josh for a while until they can find any relatives that Val had. But the problem was that no one knew who was the closest family member.

Val was sitting on a couch, wearing her black dress. She has a red scarf that belongs to her mother; her whistle was buried in it, and her father's black beanie hat. She had dry tear stains on her face as she looked at a picture of her with her parents. Josh and Abby watched her with sympathetic looks.

"Is there any news 'bout her relatives?" Josh asked.

Abby shook her head, "Not yet, I'm still lookin'."

Josh sighed and he looked at Valentina sadly. Val wiped her tears away. "We can't just stand here and do nothin'." He looks at Abby, "We have to find her a family or at least part of her family. Do you remember if Mr. and Mrs. Grady havin' relatives?"

Abby tapped her chin with her index finger before snapping, "That's it! I remember seeing a picture of Mr. Grady with his brother. I think his name was Owen and he works at Jurassic World."

Josh smiled, "That's great! Do you know his number?"

Abby shook her head, "No but I bet Oscar has his number on his phone."

Josh nodded and the two went upstairs in Valentina's temporally room and went to her father's things and grabbed his cell phone before looking for Owen Grady.

"Let's see," Abby looked at the names inside the phone. "Here it is." Abby found the name Owen Grady and she calls him.

In the Isla of Nublar, a man with green eyes and light brown, hair wearing a blue shirt, with a black vest full of pockets, brown pants and shoes. He was in his bungalow fixing his motorbike. Then another man came. "Owen! Still enjoying your afternoon?" he asked with a strong African/French accent.

Owen wipes out a sweat from his forehead, "Yeah, taking a break from the girls, Barry." He throws his wrench in a toolbox.

Then Owen's cell phone rang. He picks it up to see a picture of a man with brown hair and blue eye. "Oscar? Huh, it's been long since I seen him."

"How long you haven't seen him?" Barry asked.

Owen counted his fingers, "I think about sixteen years."

Barry rolled his eyes at him as Owen answered his phone, "Hey Oscar! It's been long time since we spoke."

"Ah…howdy," Abby's voice answered, "Is this Owen Grady?"

"Yeah this is Owen and who are you and how the hell do you know my name and also how did you get my brother's phone?"

"I'm Abigail Starious." She answered, "I know yer brother because I and my brother, Joshua, lived down the blocks close to his house."

"Uh-huh, yeah and why are you calling in me using my brother's phone?" Owen asked.

"Didn't anyone tell you?" Abby asked.

"Tell me what?"

"Owen, your brother Oscar and his wife died in a car accident."

Owen froze, his phone was still in his ear and his mouth was hanging open and his eyes were wide as dinner plates, "When did this happen?"

"A week ago," Abby said, "Look, I know we just met but yer brother has a little four in a half little girl, who needs a family and yer the closest family she's got."

Owen didn't say anything. He and Oscar use to work at the Navy together until Oscar retired to be a history teacher in a university college and married an Italian woman name Alma. He and Oscar rarely talk due to the fact they were very busy in work but now his big brother was dead along with his wife and now his niece- one that he didn't know he had- was now an orphan.

"What's her name?" Owen asked, wanting know his niece's name.

"Her name is Valentina Rosalina." Abby said, "So are you going to take care of her? She's a very sweet girl and well behaves."

Owen thought about it. He is the only family left for his niece and he did took care of raptors, how hard can it be?, "Alright, I'll send her a ferry ticket next week to bring her here in the Isla Nublar."

Owen could hear Abby and Josh cheering happily, "Thank you! Josh and I are gonna get her a passport. She is goin' to be so happy!"

"Alright and thanks for the information." Owen said as he turned off his cell phone.

"What was that all about?" Barry asked.

Owen looked at him before saying, "Oscar and his wife Alma died in a car accident." Barry's eyes widen. "And I have a niece, that I didn't know I had, named Valentina Rosalina." Owen looked at Barry, "I'm the only family member she has left."

Barry's mouth was hanging open in shock, "Owen, you're going to raise a little girl that you barely know while working with Raptors?"

Owen shrugs, "Hey, I raised the girls and I'm still alive." He said, "How hard it is taking care of a little girl?"

Barry was about to answer but Owen quickly raised his right hand and said blankly, "don't say it."

Barry chuckled, "And how are you going to get a ferry ticket?"

"Easy, I'll asked Claire to give me and that doesn't work I could ask Simon Masrani." Owen looked at him, "But first can you help me buy the things that little girls like." Barry rolled his eyes but he decided to help because that little girl might not survive here. Barry and Owen went to the park to buy stuff for Val.

Meanwhile, Abby and Josh told Val everything. Val was shocked, happy, and worried. Shocked that she had an uncle that she didn't know she had, happy that she had an uncle and she wasn't alone and yet worried that her uncle might not like her. Abby helped Val pack her things like clothes, some toys, her Mandora Lute and her pink Ocarina. Val likes to play music. Her mom would teach her during her free time.

Josh bought Val a passport. They were lucky because Oscar used to work in the Navy. Owen was able to make Claire give him a ticket for Val after hearing the event and send it next week. After a few weeks, Josh was driving his car with Abby in the front seat. Valentina was wearing a red t-shirt with gray long sleeves, brown combat pant and orange shoes. She has mother's red scarf and her father's black beanie hat on. Her dark hair was tied into pigtails. As Josh parked the car, they went inside and saying their goodbyes to Val.

Abby was hugging little Val, "Bye sweet pea, I'm gonna miss you so much."

"I'll miss you too." Valentina said then she hugged Josh. "Bye, Josh."

Josh hugged her back before he let her go and he took out a small red box with a ribbon, "Yer Pa wanted to give ya this on yer birthday but since he can't I was wonderin' if ya wanted yer birthday gift a little early."

Val took the box and opened it to reveal a raptor claw fossil necklace. Val smiled and she put it own. She loved raptors as they were her favorite dinosaur. "Thanks Josh."

Josh smiled until the airport voice speaker's announce, "Ladies and Gentlemen the plane will leave in twenty minutes."

"Well, go on, ya don't wanna be late." Abby said with a smile.

"Yeah, yer gonna see many dinosaurs there." Josh then added, "And if somethin' cashes you...run." He whispered the last part, alarming Val.

"Josh!" Abby scolded.

Josh chuckled, "I'm just kiddin'. Jurassic World has tight security; ain't nothing gonna hurt ya."

Val nodded and went in line while she waved at Abby and Josh. Val sat near the window and put on her seat belt when the airplane took off. Val looked at the clouds in the sky. She took out the raptor necklace and held it tight. "Please, please, please, please like me." Val whispers before going to sleep.

#fanfiction #sad #family #jurassic world #my ocs #the little girl and the dinosaurs

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grisdidthis · 4 years

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Moar character redesigning! I wasn’t 100% happy with how Rita turned out even on a second edit. Definitely an improvement over the original, which was a half-assed variation of this sim by AlwaysMusic - yes I started this whole project off very lazily, I know, I know - but not yet RIGHT. And she somehow looked much better without makeup, as I discovered when I loaded her household, looked at her, went GOOD GRIEF DID I DELETE THE WRONG SKIN AGAIN, dragged her ass to a mirror to make her fix her face and realized that nope, her skin is FINE it’s the frigging makeup that makes her look like an alien dipped in gloss. Taking it all off helped, but not nearly enough, so I loaded her in Bodyshop and promptly realized three major issues:

1 - Much as I adore her hair, it’s just... too shiny. I’m fine with a tiny, tiny bit of shine when it comes to skin tones and eye shadow, but too much is too much is too much. So I looked up a recoloring tutorial and changed it to be black with very very subtle dark brown highlights. Yes, this is baby’s first recolor. It’s a whole new world opening up, y’all!

2 - None of the makeup I put on her made her look better than she did without it. This because everything I had was most likely made for lighter skins. On hers, it appeared either orange or weirdly pixelated. So I went looking for proper makeup, not only for Rita but for every sim I have that gives me this same issue (I’ll have to give Joko a glow-up now that I’ve grown attached to him and decided that the guy gets to live after all. Gloria and her girls, too.) So google tossed the following things at me, and I love them all and want to roll around in them and they solved the problem hands down, because she looks GREAT! (Tomorrow I’ll look at her again and decide that something still needs tweaked, because that’s how I roll, but whatever.)

Pore blushes and assorted face makeup + blushes by pooklet

ALL THE MAKEUP in this post by simania_liulai

Make up to suit darker skintones by lilith

Lastly, and this one I didn’t download because see above re: not being a big fan of shine, but I’m leaving it here because it may be up someone’s alley: Irresistible - Darker Makeup for Sims, by 2fingerswhiskey.

3 - Her eyes. Man, her eyes. Even after I was as happy as I could be with the rest of her face, the eyes were still bothering me. So after much inner debate, I decided to just . . . change them. Which means that I’ll have to redo the whole of Rita’s Story - Ep.1, but, you know. Worth it. That thing existed before I learned about the existence of pose boxes, too, so I would have ended up redoing it at some point regardless.

#ts2 #p42 characters #p42 ts2

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anabe23bookwormstuff · 5 years

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Check point.

SPOILER ALERT FOR WILDCARD, IF YOU HAVEN’T FINSHED READING IT, MAYBE YOU DON’T WANT TO READ THIS.

I'm at Hideo's house, it's late in the afternoon as we spent all day talking about the change in the code in the NeuroLink and the design of the new glasses.

His dog, Koa, is biting on the end of my shoe laces making me laugh.

-Stop it ,Koa- Hideo warns the dog while he stand beside me admiring the new design floating in front of us.

Tired of it, I pick up the dog and wait for Hideo to say something.

-It's funny that we had to go back to the old design- he finally says looking at me from the corner of his eyes. I can't decide if he says it with dissapointment or real irony.

-You- sorry, the company can launch the contact lenses again, but the public needs time to trust us again. Going to the old design seemed like a good idea- I defend myself anyways.

-I like them. You added that, right?- Hideo points to the warcross logo on the corner of the glasses and the new logo of Henka Games. I blush a little but stand there.

-You think is too much?.

-I think it's good that now they have your touch- when he saus that his hand rubs mine making me shiver. A smile playing at the corner of my mouth is soon mirrored by his.

I put Koa down and rest my head on Hideo's shoulder.

A few months ago one of the police officers guarding every corner of any room Hideo was in would've cleared their throath and warned us about the contact. But now, after one year serving his sentence we've convinced the judge to only place police officer's outside the house.

Of course, everytime Hideo has the chance to come to work, to Henka Games, he still needs to be scorted by at least five officers.

-Zero talked to me today- he says after a while, shuting down the holograms of our work and taking me to the kitchen.

-What did he say?- We called him Zero instead of Sasuke, because he insisted on it.

We liked to think about him like some king of guardian now, a friend looking out from us, everywhere at any time, but this time it didn't scare me.

-He was teasing me about the fact that you were coming today- he was preparing tea.

-Because you are ridiculously happy whenever Emika comes- a voice from the living room speakers said. I snickered while Hideo shook his head.

I sat on the countertop admiring Hideo's gracious moves as he poured the tea on our cups.

His hair was a little different after all this time, today there were no dark circles under his eyes and I was grateful for that.

Sometimes he still had nightmares about what Taylor had done to his brother, keeping him from sleep, but lately they'd left him alone.

-For you, Mrs. Chen- he said giving me the cup.

I took his hand stoping him in front of me.

-Are we on working hours still or what?- I wondered with a playful smile on my face.

He turned to look at the clock on his fridge, nine P.M.

-You have to leave after that, so, yes- he laced his fingers with mine.

He went for his own cup and called me to sit on the living room.

Koa ran to take a seat by his side and I sat at the other.

-How's Jax?- Hideo asked out loud, maybe to test if Zero was still listening to us.

-She says she's okay, she mamaged to steal one of the guard's keys and she sometimes sneaks out to talk to me on the phone- Zero's low voice said. Every time someone mentioned Jax his tone changed, it was softer, happier, if that was possible in some way.

-If you talk to her again, tell her I'll visit her this friday- I said taking a sip and then placing my cup on the coffee table.

-She's gonna be really happy.

-You know I enjoy your company a lot but, could you give us some privacy?- Hideo said placing his cup down too.

-Have fun- Zero's voice teased us and then the room was completely silent, except for Koa's snorts.

I snickered. Hideo was looking at me that way again, the way I felt the air stuck in my lungs, like I was the only thing there, the only light on a dark hole.

He pulled me towards him.

-Maybe I don't have to go tonight- I whispered playing with his hand.

-Only if you don't want to- he whispered back, placing a hand on my chin and making me look at him.

I leaned in like I always did being so close to him, a smile flashed on his lips before pulling me in and kissing me.

This had to be one of the softest but firm kisses we've ever had. We had no rush, there was no one pointing a gun at us and we were finally honest with each other.

We broke appart and he kissed my cheeck before hugging me. I sighed in content.

The following months after Hideo was convicted were hard and confusing, more confusing than anything. I had gone from being a poor girl in New York, to a player, to a tracker, to a spy and now, I was part of something I admired since growing up. The thing that had given me the strength to keep going.

The weight of being part of something so big again was overwhelming, not to mention that all the world was looking at our actions now, the regeneration of the NeuroLink and all the changes the world had to face in just a few months were too much.

Then there was Hideo, he accepted my proposal to help us with the fixing and development and being close to him was hard for me. A lot of things had been said and done between us, but I still wanted to hope for a future together for us.

A year later, we are here. I come back to time with my back resting on Hideos chest as we still sit at his living room.

-What's going on inside that curious mind of yours?- he asks and my body vibrates with his words.

-Nothing- I sigh.

-Are you worried about something?.

Even now, withouth the link there was between us it's like it never left, Hideo knows me and feels me without effort, just like somehow I learned to do with him.

-I'm just thinking about how crazy this has been, you know? A year and a half... it's like a blink of an eye.

He turns me around to face me.

-You're doing a great job, Emika. You always do. It's crazy to me too- his eyes go dark for a little, and I'm sure he remembers Taylor, the hacking and his trial, but then he's okay again. - But, the things that had lead us here were necessary, I'm proud of what you're doing in the company, and I'm getting what I deserve-.

His hand thouches the tattoos on my clavicle, like it relaxes him.

I look down and sigh again, my feelings are still mixed about him "getting what he deserves", but who am I to judge? I'm not sure I got what I deserved... being the head of the company, his company. Which is no longer his... I get freedom and praise, while he stays here.

I'm glad he changed his mind, that he realized that having control over everyone wasn't right, and that he is open to help us make things better.

Some days I wish he didn't have to be confined here, or carry guards everywhere, and other days I feel like if he hadn't got any punishment he would've changed his mind again.

-Em, I'm completely honest when I say I'm proud of you, and I wouldn't want anyone else to have the position you have now-.

My hand goes to the now healed wound on his stomach, the scar is hars to feel over his shirt.

-Aren't you mad? Even the slightest... that, what you created is now under someone else's name?- I don't want to look at him.

He snickers.

-I'll be mad if it landed in the wrong hands, but I believe in you Em-

-But-. He kisses me to stop talking.

-Stop worrying, someday I'll be able to create something else. And you've been kind enough to help me mend the mistakes I made. Breath Em, relax- his hand is still laced with mine but I let go to pull him towards me and wrap my arms around his neck.

He stands up and I follow him to his bedroom. There's excitement bubbling up inside me and I laugh a little. My mind goes back to the night at the yatch, it seems like a life time ago.

Since Hideo and I started working together our relationship healed and we got together again, we kissed a lot and I'm sure that people at the office knew what was going on between us, I'd come to his house to consult him or show him advances but we hadn't slept together since that day.

I close the door behind us.

-What happens if the officer's come knocking and ask where I am?- I asked breaking our kiss.

-I'll tell them we're still working- Hideo says making me laugh, he laughs a little too and I kiss him.

I can't believe we have the chance to be together after everything.

I stop laughing once his lips kiss my neck down to my clavicle, his hands are going up and down my legs and I don't want to wait anymore.

I take off his shirt and he takes mine, we undress fast and enjoy the others kisses and hands everywhere before we start moving together.

Hideo's warm skin so close to mine brings me comfort and I close my eyes enjoying the feel our body's together.

He whispers my name in my ear making me go crazy and I wish we never stop.

I hide my face on his neck and whisper to him how much he means to me, how good I feel now and his name.

Only the moon light is coming in now, as he rests his forehead in mine and kisses me one more time before rolling of me.

We've made ourselve's comfortable and I rest my head on his chest as his hand goes up and down my tattoed arm.

I love the comfortable silence we are in now, without thinking about it I raise my head a little to kiss his cheeck.

I can see him smile through the dim light, he kissed the top of my head and I know how he feels.

We don't have to say it outloud, as the conecction between us is stronger than ever. The feeling we both shared, unspoken, like a secret hanging between us.

The next morning Hideo already has two cups of tea ready for us. He brings it to bed and kisses me before handing me one.

-I'll leave so you can change- he says after a while.

It's kind of stupid that he gives me privacy now, when he's already seen every part of me, but I apreciate it.

I check my phone, I still one hour until I have to go to work, enough to eat somthing with Hideo and then going home to change.

This time I offer to make some pancakes for us, Hideo often cooks food for us when I come to work with him on the afternoons so it's my turn.

I'm picking up my shoes at the door before Hideo stops me.

-Em...- he's determined to say something but I can see some doubt.

-Yes?- I finish putting on my shoes to give him some time, and pet Koa on the head before going for the doorknob.

Hideo takes my hand and makes me look at him. I'm about to ask him if everything is okay when he speaks.

-I love you- his words are loud and clear and I feel a big grin spread across my lips.

-I love you too- I take no time in answering and kissing him, his hands are on my face as we kiss deeply, then slow. Making me feel dizzy.

-Have a good day- he murmurs after we break appart.

-Damn you, you know I won't be able to concentrate at all now- I say making the smile on his face grow wider.

-Of course you can. See you later?-.

-Without fail-.

I open the door and the officers are there, they don't say a thing about me staying for the night or ask if Hideo is going to the office today.

One of them scorts me to my car waiting to take me home, Hideo is watching me from his door and in an impulse I run back to kiss him one more time. He laughs a little when I whisper another happy "I love you" and then walk back to the car.

The calm, genuine smile he has on now, is the smile I want him to have forever.

I relax on the way back home and enjoy the warmth his words leave me with for the rest of the day.

---------- I loved Warcross and Wildcard with all my heart, I love Marie Lu's writing and all the angst that comes with it. I could say this bolk has a very happy ending compared to some of her other books and since I love Emika and Hideo so much I wanted to write this. I hope you enjoyed it, I want to write just another chapter and then I'll be done with this duology... for the moment. Because it'll always live in my heart and my mind.

#emika chen #hideo tanaka #warcross #wildcard #Marie Lu #YA #books #couple #fluff #fanfic #adelina #june #day #rubiam #dune

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mypulsereto-blog · 4 years

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Brazil

white men are kinda nuts and they cant be explaining on media as we purpote bro, out of research it has cross my mind that it is The whiteman of brazil with elastic ear lob at the tip where earing hangs, they r kikuyu, they have been mandated to advice the white-men in that they were told how to make planes so to cement dat happening and not to tell the trut of the end of the earth on the pacific side if you take a flight from latin amrica to keep Africans in dark to facilitate to destroy her gene via intermarriage and to continue monitoring people who buy gadgets they were told of online cash to perplex people how they survive yet dont want people to buy the very very gadgets dat gives them cash as well they help sponsor bad deals in Africa as frustrate kids in jobs and schools 4 the curse to fall on them. They even advice the white on who to assassinate like mlk, malcom x, tm, 4 the whites to cement the trut of a city which kills the prophet, dat it will be more tolerable 4 tire and sidon to be Brazilian capital which is sau paulo, click the link below to show at that time of the killing of the above and more not now, so they shift it that even if it happens its not the capital to kill or destroy the govt buildings and officials.

https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capital_of_Brazil

Pure is the sermon, who wrote them or who gave it to another, Gandhi or TM etc

When u sleep with Germans u desire poor kind of life of being alone while with Briton it makes ya behave like kids or love kids more than adult. Am walish, wales, wer, songs, waist, kiuno, as wale help people like jonah on the belly of the fish after transfiguring on how they do which i cant explain not. Can change into a parasite like gigas and logg itself in the belly of the fish b4 again transfiguring into a person or any other animal, outside in the dark.

Using a tractor to tilt the land lands ya in hell or makes ya insane like the white-men, In Africa kale uses the same, many lands are rugged to people use plough or cattle which makes them up-tune, so the white-men behaves like insane to get buy after death in judgement cause the flame is to hot. Click the links below 4 more

https://www.godtube.com/popular-hymns/the-old-rugged-cross/

https://www.google.com/search?q=plow+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi4-5qjquTmAhVN8BQKHTA3ACEQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

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Kalenjins just want from people, when u have not the rush to ridicule ya house if good or not to join ya, when, kinda, u gonna have money, they stalk ya even wanting to organize malice on ya, stop that dude. Most Sa got that blood and Tunisia people, when u realize a woman got that gene, kinda, u desist from her, cause they join what they have helped bring down without being a shamed, can destroy the world as their male counterpart, just good with where their is cash crop cant hustle as they are always reserved and most negros with straight body bones like those in NBA are Tunisia blooded bro. Fellows desist from them, good in their own but more better than many other tribes like luo, kisii etc

German meet or barley got extra-taste of chocolate, they take the cow blood mix with chocolate b4 they put in the dark and spit saliva on it to make artificial meat AM explained in the following tumblrs of this a/c, same to drinks and barley. Even coffee husks, seeds are used to make shiny weak gadgets like just Tea or cocoa leaves or maize cob as well as cereal chaff makes dull ones.

The gasping 4 help when drowning is sweet when u have not given up on life and sudenly 1 listens to ya, finds ya and help ya to life again is the feeling when sleeping with a british women.

When u belittle people, doing wrong things,listening to music others have not listen to to comment yet sweet, when u r mean in life, when a friends eats like mwarubaine, they see you outside ya house front door like in a funeral, kinda, in a casket, meaning u risk going to hell fire if u die or it brings hate that u dont understand with people around ya, so u must get out of that quagmire by listening to liberating people music and being humble and loving people as u love ya self, stopping ya dirty tricks.

https://www.instagram.com/thatbodyon10/

nelsonmcsleepy like a cup of blood of any animal taken to dark put in a container then many spit saliva to make meet of the same kind, this also applies to human corpse bro with blood donations as well as strong siren gas is also made with human plasma under the same procedure described in tumblr a/c following me like nelsonmcsleepy

Get to check my following followers for full information guys and see which following tumblr u wanna delete cause they are many.

Photos for no fuel generator in the link below

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mary jesus mother no mer, tipsy when was injected with sleep drug

Setting an example to the world next generation by what anything am doing

nelsonmcsleepy nelsonmcsleepy https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Portable-Mobile-Container-Toilet-for-Bathroom_720238090.html?spm=a2700.7735675… nelsonmcsleepy taking my words 4 granted and am a man of my words nelsonmcsleepy we are same, cheap nelsonmcsleepy even minaj can now come, i have ordered 1 in the last link at nelsonmcsleepy tumblr a/c, timgimidwalo an delan, abe nyaka awinj mabel ok-inkendi, si wewe pekecahako

odhilo kebi marach eban kisumu, bank job imekwisa kabisha if mobilecash adopted, palo ni yot . every thing has an end bro, swag etc or pride

ya food even on credit they still want but will not help ya settle the credit, even ya just borrow like him so u got credit even a food that some1 has given ya like xmas or new year present they want to the point of organizing attack on ya much much as money given to u to help u buy things like cloths or shoes.

Most mineral water that if u drink, kinda, u feel ya brain open up, its soft and sweet to drink are mostly from mali springs which can make dat nation the most riches, it was made that way in that folks could have rushed there.

Illinois state u feel as if land is meeting as if u know how to construct things or sentences that r up on all sides not down this side and up that side or that is not meeting, so white-men investigate people that way, if u love Illinois they put an eye on ya bro, Kansas is beautiful but expansive as the land dont meet but rolls/run away bro

When drowning in a semi-deep water and 1 is helping ya who is not all that an expert but taking long, kinda, u r dying the next minute but drawing u to shall point holding ya hand thats how ya penis feel in a German woman pussy and on a British 1 you feel ya head moving from drowning, the struggle of gasping water, crying out 4 help, thinking about u r leaving what u love most, then out air, is the feeling with British 1 and thats why people became wild with their woman, you feel ya glan penis swollen like people hit you last week with that semi peni or like eating the chicken Gizard, that grumpy feeling, kinda, when u walk with such women after having sex wid them, u wanna embrace dem on the shoulder when people seeing thinking they will take it from ya and feel the same. Pure jealousy!!!

Click to watch the song below in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytS8m2BgyK4

Now they sponsor people to fall plane even on short distance to instill fear on people on planes of new nations which aint that original just like with their machines or with the rocket that can reach mars that it take long and must fall cause plane takes short time and still falls so what about a 7 month journey, u will fail/die to still maroon folks with their silly desires they have come up with, to control ya, so some tribes are now playing good cause they wanna go to the new planet like luo, kikuyu, kamba or kisii as well as masai. Its far wide to thwart the traveling mood on people and incase of attack its seen as they are coming no underground fissure to outside earth to other planets and china with other nations has that technology as well which tires the white with well place protection mechanisms not 4 it to fall on following of this tumblr a/c.

The trump character is six of a man and is kauma 1, where u identify pretty women to fix them with rich men so u benefit, taking a look at trump he is kauma, omani, acholi, kale and ARGENTINA blooded as well a kisii so he is a blessing in disguise to show ya of such so u dont destroy the world further of star-bon kids. Am superstar in my things so am sturbon, heard from a certain kid who could eat the whole turkey on a xmas eve and dont share with his friends bro. On trump Baghdad comment with a woman, the soldiers are even tired sited down to depict bad character 4 a president of the richest nation still wanting from people, should resign if he persist and dont address the issue of money laundering as put in following tumblrs of this tumblr a/c. Micheli gi lingo mit moloyo thel mochanda, donge delanu, utters another kebi.

She sit far from a point to depict she loves long penis that can log or get to places we can never imagine, near to tell she loves short 1 and medium, she sits in the middles, so think twice. Obama still fund hooliganism, sending people in that he is in love with ya, if you wanna make it big- i won sportpessa of over 250 million and am saying this without blinking my eyes, should be warned or killed if he persists, but its a blessing in disguise to depict kale, kisii, luya and baganda people character.

Stop company luncheons and ferrying people with the bus and grown ups who have in the past gone to good schools just sitting in the house. This makes young task to follow suit as some sees ya as role models and of work dont work good to start businesses as they long to get employed to feel the same or quench their thirst to their desires. Let now people buy E-bike, motor bikes for the same even in jobs and their own food bro to stop the illicit.

The masai facilitate justice so u gain much instead of wanting to injure or wanting some1 dime food. Its sickening bro, say like this, we have understand that they man was in the USA as we have investigated, call people he has mentioned that were with him in jail to to identify him and let him be compensated they money he is claiming b4 he gives you your share so u get out of the city to your area. According to sources he is saying he is compensated even the damages he can give you upto khs 5 m to start ya life all those in ksm, you can even buy 10 used matatu and put on roads to give ya 30 thousand shillings daily and you still be the tout and the driver so u benefit on a tree-dimension basis Mr masai, stop silly acts and pro-act and the time is now

https://wildlifedirect.org/portfolio-items/marchers-across-world-demand-justice-wildlife/

Most Russian are Austria blooded, people who dont just give in to sentiments and is cemented in the link below moreover Most Jew as i have put in other tumblr a/c are masai blooded from the mothers side, they married their women or Austrians women with that blood to give a humble but confused people but good in doing polite business as the white-women does, people when u r close to them got respect and u feel good, so majority long 4 it not knowing the male counterpart cant understand and serve justice and we want people who can solve mischief not be pro it and thats the problem dude. Mad men, kinda, bro.

https://biblehub.com/genesis/34-9.htm

I have not joined any group that bars me from watching anything, provided its not in the vicinity of kids or them snooping, then where is the hoot, and they cant access the links afterward, Stop bro and let me enjoy studying the women race b4 i tell ya to save the world.

When they have realized u r good even in college and friends and relative pay ya fee somehow, they rush to screw it up to stop ya and at that time they want ya to take a break and 4get that spirit of sequence learning u have displayed as to have difficulty in a/c when u joined next time or u go and sleep wid their daughters which if u refuse they organize an attack on u if u walk bad.

When folks comment on ya life progress or what u have come up with is when u feel good like when in the USA, u got to scan the house you live in 4 people to comment to settle ya spirit and make ya happy, which the white women have known and dont like, so b4 they accept u again they monitor dat trend with ya which if u still have, its still a detriment to them that u rob them their dignity and thats it bro, get this straight dude!!!!!

Giving birth to kids not knowing their dirty tricks can be blocked, then they want ya food the lady with like 2 kids while the hubby is laden in disrespect. How will dat happen? Give birth to kids u can take care of good period. Not that i am mean bro or get to ya tribesmen to help ya. When will you get this bro, that Temperate lands got cereal while tropical lands got food crops such as yam, potatoes which tires the brain while many nations are populous and need wheat or maize daily to feed her population bro, like the Arab nations and china imports cereals so how can u be rich than them yet every nation have learnt automation if u were capitalizing on selling machines to other nations who have not learnt the same and the money making gimmick has been curbed by the proposed online or comphonecash and even with many booth system like the old telephone ones that enables ya to transact as debit or credit another or ya a/c even in ya phone or computer absentia.

The market at migosi now scrap metal shop was a crematorium, where mary the mother body was cremated and of what significance is dat bro, wont take us anywhere like a plane does. A drop of water in the ocean, to know the past important place they make ya feel good like even when doing nothing you dont wanna get out of their, they dont bore u off fast. Kebi sometimes takes scrap their but periodically coz its far from his residence. Dont bore us with old music that makes us guilty of our past, reflects bad old memories to our brain making u think people are discussing your past mishap.

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Each race is good on their own so we need to create small nations 4 each. Sometimes if u see a certain race man talking it guide ya to leave Africa cause the whites wanna be here again and majority love to be served by them to feel good and police arrest after u show them rudeness, kinda, brings joy than polite life with free food and goods put on credit to enjoy economies of scale and create bad credit for such to be enslaved again as they cannot buy again anything. PETROLEUM will still surface if gasoline gadgets are made cheap like half price 4 many to buy, so don’t just laugh bro

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The above links rep how to reach the mars or venus but in 7 month distance, to avoid timer malfunction that changes the current to the next cylinder coz the 1st 1 to hot to burst, they put them like 3-5 set at the same time in a parallel connection in that if 1 burns up to discontinue the current flow that would lead to saucer falling the others still do and at the same time the pilot can still control the same with switches.

Lindi, TZ was where Jesus changed water to wine long b4 the green man left Europe and they went to Europe and shortly again they left America 4 Venus then the white men moved to America.

Let the nation be built on its pace or reduce population 4 the resources to fit people once all loopholes have been blocked. Tz people are the once causing strife in the nation that they save putting them in others food that they are building Tanzania. Stop dude U r poor and accept the fact Germany or Canada is rich than u out of all explained in tumblr a/c following this tumblr.

One dot bar code machine putting that code on cash at central bank and the money censoring machine is made in such way to sense that. They can make fake cash those in Govt and do the same bro. Comphonecash does it, inaeweza, nyale, or curbs such dude period.

Angel Gabriel was Railamolodinga then, in marys house when sleeping, like people transfigure to any race did the same to be a white-man and switched the light on marys room and told mary u will be pregnant of a son when previously had done the same when she was not away put sperms in the syrange in a cold ice small cooler and when mary was deep asleep like lazurus took 1 syrange with a che3mical that makes 1 to fall a sleep like in a minute and below the mattress had took out the better part of that mattress to make a bwol like hole only small part left to rich the top and that’s the position he used to inject Christ mother with b4 getting out of under the bed and again impregnating Mary with the sperm on the syringe to make her pregnant. Mary remembered the occasion later but thought it was a middle on the bed. B4 she could stand and check the mess he was down as overwhelmed by the drug, dude the whole truth, what do u want folks. Jesus was born in a ranch bro get it straight!!! It was planned and Mary had loose nuts was not that normal bro!!!

When folks have an eye on ya u don’t grow up in size, bible Mathew 5 an eye 4 an eye or a teeth 4 a teeth to cement reality bro.

By drinking milk from a cup but putting it like 30 cm from the mouth to pour out like water fall as well is another method of making gadgets. People who love traditions are always monitored and denied entry to nations, cause always they want to be 1st or destroy other races, know that people. Reasons to why u don’t get green-card and white-men looking 4 that. The Masai character is a blessing in disguise and a teaching to people who want big booty women like Russians to quit coz they are good on their own not in another tribe lest u go to hell cause u got the prophet.

The city which kills the dream of the prophet, Wichita, Minneapolis or Amsterdam, can be another version, it will be more tolerable to Sidon and tire than it, people will burn as u see, kinda, head lit on fire with burning hair or they grow mad or 1 eye pops out.

They now got dirty tricks of wanting people to leave food in a restaurant then they put it on water if it has like source then put on microwave to dry up then sold to them at lunch time in 70% removed price, people fear them yet its left overs like Christ with feeding 4-5 thousand people. People discard ya food to fund hooliganism and they create beef with ya if u fail to leave yours bro

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Click the links above and see how fake money is detected, though you have known how to make cash using human brain with coins, guava etc and with notes, strawberry, kales, carbage etc, they will still show fake under the above machine in that where the money is made like in Kenya Delaru they sprinkle something extra on top to bridge the difference like maize seed or just cereals to read real money which with yours if u fail its fake and that’s the gimmick. Those who still with the govt can still do with making fake money, so the way to go is eliminating liquid cash and putting it on comphonecash bro period. So got to know how many seeds that must be sprinkled on that vegetable used to make money to enable ya money pass the fake/real money test, so u cant but must be told by those involved in the money making as grapevine is a everyday reality after long time bro. So take heed never relenting bro!!!! Go back to ya nation period Mr Hindu or Italian. Or just a liquid being poured on top and which 1 in what amount dude, Got to know dat bro.

Chirombero in ksm was the tomb where John the baptized was cremated if near their ya lips grow big and Christ was born in Lilongwe as the name Capernaum or Lake Galilee and John was not arrested in Rome but in Lilongwe, lost coin and little kid to cement de trut. They love lake cities the Naphtali tribe b4 they went again to Europe and distributed tribes again. Africans go slow 4 the truth to be told or known, don’t know a lot and its all true lies bro

With that little u can get started, friends you have not heard me that with me little cant start with me, u wanna put up a fight, wanna force me with marriage, then well and good, am die a bachelor, u wanna box me still, dude, what do you want with me, I don’t wanna leave kids behind in this dirty world.

At the end of the turnel u see people being give guns as hurled to them from a source esp in Uganda, Gambia, Togo, countries at least with understanding not pro-white none-sense meaning as well the gadgets matches those of Europe or N-America, this signal war and u see the white men in Africa walking inspecting vehicle originality and they came to it, so if u watch soccer they relent as in want to be like Negros that their cash they share many people. That’s to ya good and we wanna know dat not, ya problem. Now they wanna stop saying African food don’t spoil the mind like previous not knowing what they read have been given to or copy pasted from another source. Whiteman don’t be fooled but hold ya stand period.

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The link below show how at dusk the luo walk with such with unknown chemical inside wanting to grab ya if u fail to utter back in their dialect. They can infect ya with virus yet 1 of them signal ya its trump thing. Resign dude, ya time is up bro!!! Wanting ya food every now and then yet they got it in plenty than ya, kinda, stupid and sickening bro!!!

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The chairs in the link above if u see some1 working in the office u resort to belittling them, why? They instill the negative fear of people who thwart peoples destiny and lovers of shiny bright things and bright kids r never loved coz the pretend to know alot than their ages to the point of belittling the elders.

I was treated good when sick in the hospital, friends it was milk on milk, I mean milk after milk.

This that changes ya character that upset people and u know not, drinking cold water, buying socks and vests every now and then. They make u insane or rude and u know not like Us blacks. Tissue papers are made with cotton wool in a container where many spit saliva or urinate on the offering while cassava as well is used to make automated security padlocks or just locks.

They say if u love free cheap things u might land up in hell, yes its true, even with harvesting rain water, but u got the remedy saying they had put nuts on ya belly that rot to give ya chronic tetanus and rain water eliminates such and that’s the reason 4 harvesting it, Friends don’t know a lot in this life yet you know less or not. Stop cashing into others affair, mind ya own business bro.

By ng'amruok many women like in a circle with the offering like hay, wool or chaff in the middle as well makes gadgets. Kuchora saba sana, making ya legs apart at reflex or obtuse angle make even houses like in the link below with garbage as the offering

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With the above slams will be casted into junk heap of yesterday and every family will be able to live in a descent sanitary house.

When achieving justice, sometimes if u walk, kinda, u see like some1 or wind pushing ya esp ya hand and back to the point u feel a touchy hand pushing u like a friend has done previously to show understanding and defeat of ya enemies bro. Get this straight on ya mind dude!!!

Get somewhere to hustle even if ya job has been redeemed useless by new cameras and wireless alarm systems, don’t walk around wanting good life to get into people houses to eat that you are looking 4 precious food job. Suffer bwana, don’t say u know how to look 4 things yet we got wireless camera so u wanna say they rob u, your dignity. Grow up and Mr Hindu and Uhuru, stop sponsoring this guys. In the corridor they want to like fight ya with their knife or eject the arrow 2 hurl u with.

Woe to that city built on the hill, it will be more tolerable than tire and Sidon than that that kills the prophet, John the Baptist was transported from Rome to Mombasa and beheaded at Fort Jesus. Will it slide into see, women with Barabbas to cement the truth, sycamore tree with zaccheaus

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So they killed Malcolm x in ny to say he was a prophet yet his writings he was given in jail, same to Gandhi and MLK in Memphis- Raila was the 1 who transfigured to the White X-military man and shot him, sharp shooter.

To take their wives as bible promise means they good women that bring forth good behaved kids not disturbing ones, like Christ alluding with fig tree. Most whites are kikuyu blooded bringing disturbing kids and many. Cut island men bring kids who disturb when have married other women but the women when married good men bring good kid, so I think it was cut island as the take their wives and they are also found in Florida, USA. Worker and vineyard parable to cement the truth.

When grabbing ya manhood is an alt they start moving next to ya in a bend posture with their head down as if cleaning the dirt as if you are filthy yet some seconds ago wanted ya food, the greek blooded men as many cut islanders got that blood. The luo are tolerated to give greekamba, Mexican people curse and that’s the plan. They have more stubborn bro!!!

No arab will dwell there, how? I think by the slogan, there will be no arab means they will have been finished on their dirty games of prostitution, making fake money, putting Arafat as if they will not fall and no money to buy food as E-machines will have declared gas redundant bro

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The promise to Arab above was just written, the whites thought that Arab will not be finished as they never thought of oil being redundant period, as finished with E-vans, buses, vehicles as you can Google that.

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People who pride themselves after long became stubborn, they still wanna live large yet their dubious ways to dat life has been removed, better cut ya coat to ya size, scale down ya wants like the kisii people, Minnesota thing everyday wid bank statement issue, following them to no good.

The devol will be hurled down 4 deluding the nations not on earth but in hell from heaven out of the sermons by mlk purporting that it is his after a coin is put in the palm of the hand to see the truth as well as Nobel peace price in oslow by mlk and we are here where do we go from here speech

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The white people and Nigro hide this as well they were not mlk things and he risk being taken to hell and any1 claiming things which aint his bro.

The Burma people want some1 in the wife or hubby presence in his friends, which if u fail they give ya names but if u accept can cut u with panga or wanting to come and eat in ya house but its a signal of good things to ya if that happens. The beauty is that they are few and we wanna deal with them as identify that bad blood. They are jealousy of progress, never wanting people things but use dat trick bro which is sickening to the point of bringing their kids, usually they live a lazy lifestyle of not knowing how they get their money. Some nija and hindu got this sad character. They monitor those who can put food on table and start bothering them. It shows relief

Why do we go to church? Now they wanna say, dem pastors, since life has been made cheap, we wanna encourage young men to get partners to marry to facilitate procreation to add the offering in our bag but online cash is handy to eliminate the monitored liquid cash. Online cash can be phonecash or compcash, we wanna pray 4 important men to gain fertility and that’s our church duty, come bro

If u sleep with women as prostitute with ya tribe blood u risk going to hell that’s why u r encouraged to investigate, if any, so u quit u look 4 1 which got no ya genes bro. Kisii got Saudi people blood while Yankees got Bahrain, Omani blood dude. Got 2 know this dude!!

I want to erase any thought of good life associated with that am a survivor and the fact that I want their pretty woman as I have put in some tumblr following me I copy pasted from another, so that if am slain the next day they don’t put in media “Good job well done” as they did with Tm that they have put a hold on me or gotten me. Removing every doubt bro to bring about mistaken identity. When u dislike posh life they wanna attack ya saying u want it, forcing the kikuyu blooded men loving large life.

Another sense of good life to people who don’t live that good is you see them as a little kid smeared with fecal matters as have not wiped out the booty or to a woman when sited, kinda, the pussy turn ya head to that woman. A lot of lorries with drones inside but covered with relocating house things like mattress in dat if their is landslide or poisonous gas emission they escape. The china made drones dat were brought in2 the country. Given to specific people mostly kisii, masai or kikuyou, in their compounds testing them at night.

Cat island people are bad with people whom they see women to love, at that time starts to stalk or harass a fellow man when no 1 is in the vicinity. Kikuyou men, luo men or luya got that blood and the gaya got it maybe on the mother side at that time, they married their women but the kikuyou married their men out of my thesis. And Masai are lazy wanting others food as if trump is the 1 telling them liasing with Uhuru. Even trump got that blood of wanting to be a gay and putting ya to lough with him as if a woman has accepted ya but if u r down and him up he doesn’t give a damn, character synonymous with Floridians who as well got the cat island character, Ci, cianda, stupig, matako in sheng. The way Sydney poiter was treated in Miami b4 leaving 4 Florida is a lesson to depict how they are always are. At night they can grab ya manhood to caress it failure to which they cut/stab you to death or even strangle ya, so its a 2 way phenomena. They want to seat, lazy but don’t think the very people who they frustrate are the workaholic bro. They want free things which can last like cash crop while they put up in swag not words, bad character as those dubious ways to their survival have been blocked like with automatic locks, shielding plane alternator 4 it not to be electrocuted, no-fuel as e-generator to eliminate cooking gas and govt wanting to increase population to benefit from huge electric bill as water bill also and many to use the new discovered oil deposits to sell much oil as govt revenue, internet penetration per house and things like payed TV decoder to benefit them widely. These in my following tumblr a/c has a bottleneck so, women are to play part to avoid replicating kids with such character, so its a blessing in disguise. They are even thieves, wanna still from ya in no vicinity even kim of korea got this gene and they meet to discuss their agenda as cat island blooded men. Most Yankees are Malawi blooded, and Malawians are arab blooded as Kenya kisii people got Malawi people blood of wanting to be 1st b4 white men, to out shadow people. They wanna destroy the world, this world will be peopled with their offspring and that’s the joy/pride of white man, what they long 4.

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My friend I hope u know me, let me say it in a drunk posture as well am also tipsy “I bet nicki, you will lick my shoe na wewe Austin utakula mabare” Simchezo, Deno affirming tena mabare za makofi. Jua Nelly G si mchezo but Ni jina Kubwa hata tychus ameakiri, yaani kuswear bro!!! Minaj utalamba kiatu na Austin atapokea ma blow, si za job but za mabare. Must have opened the facebook a/c on that computer in order 4 the hacker to shift the email address on it, so don’t waste ya time b4 u find out on which computer the a/c was opened. Ja-rule alludes that he bought his lips and king kunta as displayed in the songs in the link below https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRK7PVJFbS8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NQp9WGg7Rs Ndalo moi mana washomo migoshi in the link below, NY is built with tropical water that must pass via the soil esp in Tz, Uganda and congo which if known and the local resort to the same as processing the same beauty soaps and harvesting the water so it doesn’t percolates unto the soil many cities of the world will be no more like ny and Indian cities, so looking 4 otherwise like to bring more people into E-Africa to increase the no of people using Wi-Fi, internet penetration, electricity penetration which if also is curbed with other modern ways like with E-generators and solar leaves the GovT Plan in a limbo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MwuQWD0y1I In the link below the same way that house is made with inner steel plate lining is how the tallest sky scrapper of the world is made, not with concrete like the short African ones, can collapse quickly if it goes up bro. Stop this silly games bro!!! https://lixin-steel.en.made-in-china.com/product/iswmaQnPOrhK/China-New-Design-Prefabricated-Building-Steel-Structure-Frame-Villa-Prefab-House.html?gclid=EAIaIQobChMIsM7d2tfS5gIVF6F7Ch16CAaEEAEYASAGEgKoSvD_BwE https://cy-power.en.made-in-china.com/product/OjpJdIDLnWka/China-Marine-Diesel-Engine-Accessories-Stainless-Steel-Sea-Water-Pump.html?gclid=EAIaIQobChMIsM7d2tfS5gIVF6F7Ch16CAaEEAEYASAEEgKzvfD_BwE http://www.msn.com/en-xl/europe/europe-top-stories/passengers-asked-to-leave-plane-as-it-is-too-heavy-to-fly/ar-BBYk8CR?li=AAB4QbD&ocid=iehp https://jiejingdianche.en.made-in-china.com/product/OXWxvqJuAcrS/China-Jekeen-Electric-Fast-Food-Truck-Mobile-Food-Cart-Trailer-Hot-Dog-Vending-Cart-Ice-Cream-Push-Cart-of-Dio.html?gclid=EAIaIQobChMIsM7d2tfS5gIVF6F7Ch16CAaEEAEYASADEgL_dvD_BwE Its not the debate but the beef as well between the people who love the country side and the town and its going on bro and that’s it dude https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JX3GEnMzQWc I had to get to the UsA to read the minds of African further then had to come back to read the minds of the white more, without my travels I could not have come with all my explanation on the following tumblr. Click the link below 4 more https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ara1B9lYlUk Okwaju seed os, Hosana when boiled can treat Aidsu, Chwaids, click the link below 4 more, Its called Tamarind https://www.google.com/search?q=tamarind+tree+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiuza6E3tLmAhW5DmMBHY9vB_IQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910 The locks in the link below are made at night near the SEA or at the sea shore where Avocado seeds or animal bones or hard human fecal matter put in a container or just openly but in the total dark, where many urinates or sprinkle the sea water unto them and boom the security padlocks below, u can buy online https://www.made-in-china.com/multi-search/security%2Bpadlocks/F1/10.html https://www.amazon.com/slp/high-security-padlocks/rv4f93ut4onn9h4 Being Glutton is 2 fold, with ya own money, well- its good and you can go but with no money, with others money and still wanting others food while you got ya food still and this peculiar with Masai blooded tribes. Many tribes are glutton but with their own food like many Negros or with free food that is in surplus not wanting other food even if you got yours in plenty. Mark my words dude and fuck that character. Its a blessing in disguise for those tribe to be curbed in getting to other nations, u might think u r making it big yet u r screwing it up 4 ya future generation like with Greencard and with the money gotten out of liquid cash to phonecash with backup booths like with telephone to allow ya still transact with no phone eliminates bank and such corrupt tribes who sell bank statement to many at high price and have most of their people in the banking sector will be jeopardized. My friends charity begins at ya home and the time for reckoning is right here with us bro!!! https://www.amazon.com/slp/auto-door-lock/bs68vmrmohdz74t https://vitoox.com/collections/all?gclid=EAIaIQobChMI5760ss7L5gIVGJ3VCh3jRAhREAAYBCAAEgLjAfD_BwE https://www.amazon.com/SimpliPhi-Fuel-Free-Non-Polluting-Generator-Alternative/dp/B07WGX924N https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QZC1FV3/ref=psdc_348967011_t1_B07WGX924N https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YKVGH1K/ref=psdc_348967011_t2_B07WGX924N https://www.amazon.com/Best-Sellers-Sports-Outdoors-Adult-Electric-Bicycles/zgbs/sporting-goods/3405141 https://lincelock.en.made-in-china.com/product/yNxntMeorWhZ/China-4-Digit-Heavy-Duty-Hardened-Steel-Shackle-Weatherproof-and-Outdoor-Combination-Padlock.html https://nordson.en.made-in-china.com/product/qCkEcrSDAvVY/China-Waterproof-Zinc-Alloy-USB-Charge-Bag-Locker-Cabinet-Keyless-Smart-Fingerprint-Safe-Door-Padlock.html https://cnlockman88.en.made-in-china.com/product/bqQEauOPRRYx/China-Brass-Combination-Password-Brass-Square-Type-Plated-Iron-Padlock-with-3-or-4-Dig-Digtals.html https://del-ev.en.made-in-china.com/product/CXzxoZNbyehR/China-HDK-Solar-Panel-EEC-Electric-Van-With-4-Seat.html With e-generator some how eliminates government supplied 1 and gas 4 cooking in the link below so its consequences is 2 fold. http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/kenya/raila-odinga-prepares-breakfast-for-family-on-christmas-day/ar-BBYkgCK?li=BBKhQr3&ocid=iehp https://www.made-in-china.com/products-search/hot-china-products/Electric_Cooker.html http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/kenya/president-uhuru-kenyatta-cancels-holiday-for-cabinet-secretaries-over-pending-bills/ar-BBYjSQV?li=BBKhQr3&ocid=iehp http://www.msn.com/en-xl/northamerica/northamerica-life-arts/cardi-b-and-offset-show-off-enormous-new-atlanta-mansion/ar-BBYm49r?li=AAB4QbD&ocid=iehp Get to check my following followers for full information guys Make money bro by clicking the link below https://p1rmsbw.com/bonus-100-01/?id=13HJ&extid=EZA1scCd8Mv3FNKPeVHi4s&p=/user/registration/ http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/ghana/popular-ghanaian-movies-to-watch-in-2020/ar-BBYiqZN?ocid=ientp http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/africa-top-stories/four-killed-in-juba-nimule-highway-accident-police/ar-BBYm16V?ocid=ientp http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/kenya/kenya-gets-sh340m-food-aid-from-us/ar-BBYjt6X?ocid=ientp http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/nigeria/us-sends-special-message-to-nigeria-on-christmas-day/ar-BBYlRCH?li=BBQbcGp&ocid=ientp Ng'amruok mit ni!!!! Klismas ni achamo malalacha, mojwangle, yesu emong'eyo. Greenman at the door knocking. Click the links below 4 more https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUjfWwqFcFI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DveNJhBH94 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2koLCaKIxdk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOUBXXKEPyI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zO8y0bdHXw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6H4YEiX6DRo You can save other browser apart from Mozilla like bolt or brave on ya email drafts to use it to open other a/cs that I that fellow think he can change the email on it, he will never coz he doesn’t know that u did not use his on the cyber computer Tanta mounting to absolute nothing. Or even open like 10 a/cs with a friend phone but with the same password while with email u put a number at the end like [email protected]. So with another 1 u open u just change the no so its no lost but in ya mind and that’s how my crew do it bro, so got to think twice. Minaj with Austin, Tx I have heard or rumor has it dat you are tinting my name and to me that’s no good with you. My friend I hope u know me, let me say it in a drunk posture as well am also tipsy “I bet nicki, you will lick my shoe na wewe Austin utakula mabare” Simchezo, Deno affirming tena mabare za makofi. Jua Nelly G si mchezo but Ni jina Kubwa hata tychus ameakiri, yaani kuswear bro!!! Minaj utalamba kiatu na Austin atapokea ma blow, si za job but za mabare. Must have opened the facebook a/c on that computer in order 4 the hacker to shift the email address on it, so don’t waste ya time b4 u find out on which computer the a/c was opened. Ja-rule alludes that he bought his lips and king kunta as displayed in the songs in the link below https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRK7PVJFbS8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NQp9WGg7Rs Ndalo moi mana washomo migoshi in the link below, NY is built with tropical water that must pass via the soil esp in Tz, Uganda and congo which if known and the local resort to the same as processing the same beauty soaps and harvesting the water so it doesn’t percolates unto the soil many cities of the world will be no more like ny and Indian cities, so looking 4 otherwise like to bring more people into E-Africa to increase the no of people using Wi-Fi, internet penetration, electricity penetration which if also is curbed with other modern ways like with E-generators and solar leaves the GovT Plan in a limbo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MwuQWD0y1I In the link below the same way that house is made with inner steel plate lining is how the tallest sky scrapper of the world is made, not with concrete like the short African ones, can collapse quickly if it goes up bro. 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Click the link below 4 more https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ara1B9lYlUk Okwaju seed os, Hosana when boiled can treat Aidsu, Chwaids, click the link below 4 more, Its called Tamarind https://www.google.com/search?q=tamarind+tree+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiuza6E3tLmAhW5DmMBHY9vB_IQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910 The locks in the link below are made at night near the SEA or at the sea shore where Avocado seeds or animal bones or hard human fecal matter put in a container or just openly but in the total dark, where many urinates or sprinkle the sea water unto them and boom the security padlocks below, u can buy online https://www.made-in-china.com/multi-search/security%2Bpadlocks/F1/10.html https://www.amazon.com/slp/high-security-padlocks/rv4f93ut4onn9h4 Being Glutton is 2 fold, with ya own money, well- its good and you can go but with no money, with others money and still wanting others food while you got ya food still and this peculiar with Masai blooded tribes. Many tribes are glutton but with their own food like many Negros or with free food that is in surplus not wanting other food even if you got yours in plenty. Mark my words dude and fuck that character. Its a blessing in disguise for those tribe to be curbed in getting to other nations, u might think u r making it big yet u r screwing it up 4 ya future generation like with Greencard and with the money gotten out of liquid cash to phonecash with backup booths like with telephone to allow ya still transact with no phone eliminates bank and such corrupt tribes who sell bank statement to many at high price and have most of their people in the banking sector will be jeopardized. My friends charity begins at ya home and the time for reckoning is right here with us bro!!! https://www.amazon.com/slp/auto-door-lock/bs68vmrmohdz74t https://vitoox.com/collections/all?gclid=EAIaIQobChMI5760ss7L5gIVGJ3VCh3jRAhREAAYBCAAEgLjAfD_BwE https://www.amazon.com/SimpliPhi-Fuel-Free-Non-Polluting-Generator-Alternative/dp/B07WGX924N https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QZC1FV3/ref=psdc_348967011_t1_B07WGX924N https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YKVGH1K/ref=psdc_348967011_t2_B07WGX924N https://www.amazon.com/Best-Sellers-Sports-Outdoors-Adult-Electric-Bicycles/zgbs/sporting-goods/3405141 https://lincelock.en.made-in-china.com/product/yNxntMeorWhZ/China-4-Digit-Heavy-Duty-Hardened-Steel-Shackle-Weatherproof-and-Outdoor-Combination-Padlock.html https://nordson.en.made-in-china.com/product/qCkEcrSDAvVY/China-Waterproof-Zinc-Alloy-USB-Charge-Bag-Locker-Cabinet-Keyless-Smart-Fingerprint-Safe-Door-Padlock.html https://cnlockman88.en.made-in-china.com/product/bqQEauOPRRYx/China-Brass-Combination-Password-Brass-Square-Type-Plated-Iron-Padlock-with-3-or-4-Dig-Digtals.html https://del-ev.en.made-in-china.com/product/CXzxoZNbyehR/China-HDK-Solar-Panel-EEC-Electric-Van-With-4-Seat.html With e-generator some how eliminates government supplied 1 and gas 4 cooking in the link below so its consequences is 2 fold. http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/kenya/raila-odinga-prepares-breakfast-for-family-on-christmas-day/ar-BBYkgCK?li=BBKhQr3&ocid=iehp https://www.made-in-china.com/products-search/hot-china-products/Electric_Cooker.html http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/kenya/president-uhuru-kenyatta-cancels-holiday-for-cabinet-secretaries-over-pending-bills/ar-BBYjSQV?li=BBKhQr3&ocid=iehp http://www.msn.com/en-xl/northamerica/northamerica-life-arts/cardi-b-and-offset-show-off-enormous-new-atlanta-mansion/ar-BBYm49r?li=AAB4QbD&ocid=iehp Get to check my following followers for full information guys Make money bro by clicking the link below https://p1rmsbw.com/bonus-100-01/?id=13HJ&extid=EZA1scCd8Mv3FNKPeVHi4s&p=/user/registration/ http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/ghana/popular-ghanaian-movies-to-watch-in-2020/ar-BBYiqZN?ocid=ientp http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/africa-top-stories/four-killed-in-juba-nimule-highway-accident-police/ar-BBYm16V?ocid=ientp http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/kenya/kenya-gets-sh340m-food-aid-from-us/ar-BBYjt6X?ocid=ientp http://www.msn.com/en-xl/africa/nigeria/us-sends-special-message-to-nigeria-on-christmas-day/ar-BBYlRCH?li=BBQbcGp&ocid=ientp Ng'amruok mit ni!!!! Klismas ni achamo malalacha, mojwangle, yesu emong'eyo. Greenman at the door knocking. Click the links below 4 more https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUjfWwqFcFI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DveNJhBH94 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2koLCaKIxdk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOUBXXKEPyI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zO8y0bdHXw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6H4YEiX6DRo You can save other browser apart from Mozilla like bolt or brave on ya email drafts to use it to open other a/cs that I that fellow think he can change the email on it, he will never coz he doesn’t know that u did not use his on the cyber computer Tanta mounting to absolute nothing. Or even open like 10 a/cs with a friend phone but with the same password while with email u put a number at the end like [email protected]. So with another 1 u open u just change the no so its no lost but in ya mind and that’s how my crew do it bro, so got to think twice. Minaj with Austin, Tx I have heard or rumor has it dat you are tinting my name and to me that’s no good with you. My friend I hope u know me, let me say it in a drunk posture as well am also tipsy “I bet nicki, you will lick my shoe na wewe Austin utakula mabare” Simchezo, Deno affirming tena mabare za makofi. Jua Nelly G si mchezo but Ni jina Kubwa hata tychus ameakiri, yaani kuswear bro!!! Minaj utalamba kiatu na Austin atapokea ma blow, si za job but za mabare. Must have opened the facebook a/c on that computer in order 4 the hacker to shift the email address on it, so don’t waste ya time b4 u find out on which computer the a/c was opened. Ja-rule alludes that he bought his lips and king kunta as displayed in the songs in the link below https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRK7PVJFbS8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NQp9WGg7Rs Ndalo moi mana washomo migoshi in the link below, NY is built with tropical water that must pass via the soil esp in Tz, Uganda and congo which if known and the local resort to the same as processing the same beauty soaps and harvesting the water so it doesn’t percolates unto the soil many cities of the world will be no more like ny and Indian cities, so looking 4 otherwise like to bring more people into E-Africa to increase the no of people using Wi-Fi, internet penetration, electricity penetration which if also is curbed with other modern ways like with E-generators and solar leaves the GovT Plan in a limbo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MwuQWD0y1I In the link below the same way that house is made with inner steel plate lining is how the tallest sky scrapper of the world is made, not with concrete like the short African ones, can collapse quickly if it goes up bro. 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Click the link below 4 more https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ara1B9lYlUk Okwaju seed os, Hosana when boiled can treat Aidsu, Chwaids, click the link below 4 more, Its called Tamarind https://www.google.com/search?q=tamarind+tree+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiuza6E3tLmAhW5DmMBHY9vB_IQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910 The locks in the link below are made at night near the SEA or at the sea shore where Avocado seeds or animal bones or hard human fecal matter put in a container or just openly but in the total dark, where many urinates or sprinkle the sea water unto them and boom the security padlocks below, u can buy online https://www.made-in-china.com/multi-search/security%2Bpadlocks/F1/10.html https://www.amazon.com/slp/high-security-padlocks/rv4f93ut4onn9h4 Being Glutton is 2 fold, with ya own money, well- its good and you can go but with no money, with others money and still wanting others food while you got ya food still and this peculiar with Masai blooded tribes. Many tribes are glutton but with their own food like many Negros or with free food that is in surplus not wanting other food even if you got yours in plenty. Mark my words dude and fuck that character. Its a blessing in disguise for those tribe to be curbed in getting to other nations, u might think u r making it big yet u r screwing it up 4 ya future generation like with Greencard and with the money gotten out of liquid cash to phonecash with backup booths like with telephone to allow ya still transact with no phone eliminates bank and such corrupt tribes who sell bank statement to many at high price and have most of their people in the banking sector will be jeopardized. 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When u say of German/british pussy they get offended as if they are reserved wife 4 them or they got somethimg good in store 4 them yet its 2 fold they want to get to their ways, later, they learn their ways, triumph over them, attack them and take their land. I know esp the luo, can not help ya but cheat ya and many got argentina blood of being cunning as wanting from ya but not u from them as they give ya names. White-men take heed bro!!! Parasito!!

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mrs-choi-aomine · 5 years

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A Royal Visit

Prompt: A royal family is visiting a high school in Vietnam to recognize it’s accomplishments but it’s not all that they are here for.

Word Count: 1568

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Translations are listed after the text.

E N J O Y !

“Ngày mai, chúng tôi có một chuyến viếng thăm đặc biệt và quan trọng từ tiền bản quyền ourudan chúc mừng trường chúng tôi với chúng tôi ở trên và vượt ra ngoài làm việc, chúng tôi đã và đang làm. Họ đến ngay sau khi ăn trưa ngày mai. Đều vui mừng. Xem tất cả mọi người vào ngày mai. “ [ Trans: Tomorrow, We have a special and important visit from the ourudan royalty to congratulate our school with our above and beyond work, we have been doing. They will arrive right after lunch tomorrow. Come excited. See everyone tomorrow. ]

The announcements ended, signaling the end of the school day. The 20 uniformed kids stood up and grabbed their things, all engaged in a enthusiastic conversations.

“Ôi trời ơi! Royalty?!” one of the long-haired girls squealed as she grabbed her bag from her chair. “I’ve never met royalty before!”

“and you probably never will” The girl’s friend snickered as she walked past her. “They will probably just shake a few hands, take a few pictures, look around, then leave, You won’t even have a chance”

“Stop being like that, Mako” She rolled her eyes. “Hey, you might meet them too!”

“No, I won't. I can barely talk in front of the class how do you believe I’ll be able to speak to royalty!”

Mako’s friend, Hoa, shook her head. “You doubt EVERYTHING.”

“It’s fun” Mako said quietly and shrugged

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The next day came along, and so did the Royal Family.

Mako and Hoa sat in the courtyard, under a tree. Hoa was eating quickly while explaining her excitement for the event to happen in the next 30 minutes. The whole class did a mini project on the family at the beginning of the lesson. No one was familiar with the country or family except for the king and queen. Mako didn’t know about any of it and really wasn’t interested in doing a pointless project when she could have been learning more of the calculus that was kicking her ass. However, she and Hoa did find some interesting things about the family.

The Queen and King of Orudu were apart of the Avengers, a group of people with powers who was always in America “Saving New York and Destroying buildings”. Mako use to follow the Avengers for quite a while. She related to the Scarlet Witch and Current a lot. She believed she fit in with the group but she was no superhero. She was too much of a coward. Mako can open portals to other dimensions and uses space as her weapon. Mako gained her powers from a "witch" who passed her powers onto Mako when she was 10. Again, Mako was no hero. She was too quiet and too shy to stop any bad people. That’s why she looked up to the Avengers, no matter how “bad” her parents or anyone told her they were.

They have two kids, one who is 19, named Uuka. He could control fire and ice and it was controlled by his emotions. A Lot of articles came up on how he was interested in the different militaries of countries and his love for chili cheese dogs. Their other child was 13, her name is Korede. Korede was able to control the earth. She was a rebellious child and care-free which explain the countless earthquakes when she was angry and the number of mysterious trees that popped up all over the world. They were all about bettering the world, even when evil overpowered the heroes. They were having an Asia tour and were coming to Vietnam to see their military, which is what was planned for Uuka and to recognize the HUS High School for Gifted Students, their school.

After the lunch bell rang, they gathered in the front courtyard and got into lines and created a path. A flurry of chatter and excitement rushed over the lined crowd of the students as they waited for the vehicle carrying the family. Mako and Hoa stood behind 3 other students who were in front against the ropes blocking them off. Mako was staring at the banner that read “Chào mừng! Welcome to HUSHS for Gifted, the Ade-Barnes!” that was painted elegantly by the art students, Trang and Tam, who bragged the entire week about the banner to the entire school.

“What if the king shakes my hand!” Said Cam, who was standing in front of the two girls. “Who are you kidding?! I want to get a hug from Queen Moni!” Hoa said, jumping up and down, which stopped abruptly when Mako grabbed her shoulder. “I heard Princess Korede gives hugs” “Alllll of you are crazy, Prince Uuka is the real show. I heard that man looks like a god!” Mako blushed furiously. During Hoa’s time to research, they found a seriously nose-bleeding picture of Uuka getting out his private pool at his friend’s house in New York,

A black Porsche SUV slowly pulled up to the gate with two flags with the Orudu symbol on them. Mako had never seen a Porsche before, especially in SUV form. The students suddenly cheered; and screamed, as the passenger door opened. King James -- or King Bucky no one really knew who to call him, got out. The former winter Soldier had his hair slicked back and wore a black tribal-printed suit. As he grabbed the handle to the back seat door, the sun hit the slight amount of metal of his hand, sending a glare towards the top of the gate. The students oo’d and ahh’d at that. Queen Moni stepped out in all elegance and grace. Her dress looked like a suit jacket. It was two different prints, one looked like a zebra and the other looked like a tiger. She had a zebra printed headdress on. She smiled and waved as she stepped out. Looking around, she looked in awe of the school and the number of smiling faces.

Korede jumped out right after her. Wearing a green and purple African print jumpsuit, she didn't wait for the rest of her family to start shaking hands and start giving hugs. “Xin chào tất cả mọi người!!” She yelled with her arms in the air. The cheers were louder. Mako stood wide-eyed at her perfect Vietnamese. It didn't even sound like she just practiced 20 minutes before she got there, which is what she did. Another thing that other kids were looking at and whispering about was her skin. Around her eyes was spots of white and around her body were different sizes. One of the guys on her right explained that it was called vitiligo and it was a skin condition. Either way, Mako still thought she was a pretty girl.

Korede was already deep into conversations with a group of kids when the man every black haired girl and maybe one boy was waiting for. Uuka stepped out and stood next to his father. His face was neutral and smiled from time to time at the students and at the administration who introduced themselves. Mako stared as Hoa and all the other girls around her started to fangirl. He wore a white button-up shirt and black pants and in his hand, he held his black and red tribal printed suit jacket. He was way better looking in person. There is no way Mako could deny that.

The family slowly went up the aisle of students, greeting each of them, shaking hands, giving hugs. Korede had reached Mako and the group's side first. Mako couldn't see at first with the number of people trying to crowd her.

“I can't see! Can you see,Mako?” Hoa yelled somewhere in the distance. Hoa was shorter than Mako, so Hoa disappeared into the crowd.

“Hey Hey everyone slow down!” An accent completely different than everyone else laughed. All of a sudden a hand had grabbed Mako’s shoulder and she was brought up into the light.

Korede’s bright smile met Mako’s face. Mako jumped quickly when she looked at Korede’s eyes. One eye was looking at her, the other to the side. She was cross-eyed like Mr. Nyugen on the corner of her street.

“You guys are the 5th people I had to pull out of the pit since I got here” Korede laughed. Her accent was making it a little hard to understand but bit and pieces were heard. Mako looked to her side and saw Hoa next to her, laughing along, clearly sucking up to the princess. Korede suddenly grabbed the two and gave them a hug. She was WAY stronger than they expected.

“I hope I get to see your cute faces again!” She kissed Hoa’s head and then Mako and then let go and quickly walked down the aisle to greet people on the side. “ Thank you for saving us!” Hoa suddenly yelled. Korede turned around quickly, said “Chào mừng bạn đến của bạn” and waved.

The shock was all Mako could process through that encounter. She was wrong. They do hug you, actually talk to you and bonus.. they give you kisses. She was blocking everyone out to think until she heard the distinctive squealing of Hoa and looked to her right. Her heart felt like it stopped immediately. Like strings were being intensely pulled against her chest. She couldn’t breathe.

Prince Uuka was walking straight towards them.

Translations:

Ôi trời ơi - “oh” but “Oh my god”

Chào mừng! - “Welcome”

Xin chào tất cả mọi người! - “Hello everyone!”

Chào mừng bạn đến của bạn - “Your welcome”

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mlee-moshai · 2 years

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From fairness to radiance: women as consumers of skin creams

For this week’s blog in response to McRobbie’s text, I would like to discuss fairness creams in post-colonial South Asia and its post-feminist masquerades for the ‘top girl’ in neoliberal times. The topic of fairness creams perhaps needs no introduction in the South Asian sub-continent and even parts of South-East Asia, where one particular brand, Fair & Lovely, has been a household name for decades.

Since the 70s, this brand of fairness cream has been a skin-lightening solution in a region where the average brown-skinned person is interpellated by self-imposed and socially regulated postcolonial standards of beauty. Such anxieties are further compounded by the fashion-beauty complex perpetuated by neoliberalism and its colonial legacies; Fair & Lovely is, after all, one of the most popular (if not the most) products of Unilever in South Asia and South-East Asia and its reach across these regions can attest for it. It is also important to note that these products have expanded their markets out from women to men over the last two decades as well, targeting male anxieties of appearance and desirability with products like Fair & Handsome.

But products like these have not been free of feminist critique over the last few decades, and this is reflected in the way the brand has adjusted its marketing discourses and rhetorics over time. One of Fair & Lovely’s most popular advertisements from the 2000s is the one I have posted here right below: the story of a woman – an only child with no male siblings - who must provide for her parents and is able to do so when she qualifies for a job as an air hostess after using Fair & Lovely to become more attractive. Now, finally, she can not only afford more milk for her father’s daily cups of coffee but she can also pay for them outside in expensive restaurants, much to her parents’ pride. Here, the fairness cream enables her to emerge as a successful, beautiful, mobile working woman as an airhostess in a competitive workforce, but in ways that propel her back to the racialized, classed and gendered traditions of womanhood and femininity. The only difference is that, here and now, these traditions are reconfigured to set new goals for success under neoliberalism.

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At the height of the Black Lives Matter movement in 2020, however, Fair & Lovely rebranded itself as Glow & Lovely to finally catch up with and acknowledge the colorism and racism that it had been complicit in for decades. This rebranding does not give much information about the changes in the product’s formula, if any at all, because it has always claimed to never use skin bleaching ingredients. But now, they have reworded the function of the product to sell upgraded features such as “radiance”, “brightness” and “protection” of the skin [1]. In this new world where women need not be fair but they may still be bright for the sake of their beauty, what do their advertisements look like?

I sampled three different advertisements released in 2020-21 from the official YouTube channels of Glow & Lovely in Pakistan and India, and all of them target the emergence of empowered women as their market. These are the women who do not conform to traditional conventions which require them to be indoors or immobile, and enter diverse workforces as athletes, journalists, instrumentalists, bikers and what not. Now, Glow & Lovely doesn’t enable much because women are paving their own ways already with their own skills and hard work to break into fields that were occupied by men previously, thereby reckoning a post-feminist world even perhaps. Now, Glow & Lovely is for women of all shades and color who, in their difficult lives out in the sunlight, can perhaps afford to consume a product that will protect them from tans and keep their skins bright. You know, self-care. This 2-minute long video titled Mitti Ke Sau Rung (100 colors of soil) and celebrating some of the most prominent and successful female figures in Pakistan, such as the captain of its national football team, piggybanks on all of their achievements to tether audiences to a process of identification with female achievement and national pride that can also initiate women into “consumer citizenship” (McRobbie, p. 89). In this post-feminist masquerade, women can be many things and yet, new pinnacles of women’s desirability must be reconfigured because she can’t simply be successful in her neoliberal world; she can work harder to pay for a cream that can make her radiant and bright too.

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[1] "Unilever evolves skin care portfolio to embrace a more inclusive vision of beauty," Unilever, published June 25, 2020, https://www.unilever.com/news/press-and-media/press-releases/2020/unilever-evolves-skin-care-portfolio-to-embrace-a-more-inclusive-vision-of-beauty/

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ariohelmy · 5 years

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Beloved friends, My name is Ario Helmy and here is my testimony: As an English teacher, there is one thing I don't like about the language: The Simple Past Tense. Passé composé. It is very stressful when you have to talk about someone you care about in the tense of a past time. He is no longer he is, now he becomes he was . The past gives you distance... unbearable loneliness. Your loved ones are not within the here and now anymore. John Christopher Falch was my best friend, my fellow teacher, my sidekick and my partner in crime. We had so much fun together. I wish he were here now, I wish he was he is. I know his favorite food. It was Kepiting Saus Tiram or Crab in Oyster Sauce. I have always been allergic to crabs so when we had lunch or dinner together I usually stick to chicken noodle and JC would call me a cheap date. One day, when were having lunch together, the waitress who brought his favorite dish was so pretty, JC said to her sweetly, "Kamu kecap sekali!" The girl looked at JC, confused. I asked JC, "Why do you call her Soy Sauce, JC?" Her skin tone wasn't even dark. "No, I think she is kecap... you know, beautiful!" "What you mean is cakep, JC... not kecap!" JC then apologized. JC stayed 17 years in Indonesia, yet his Indonesian was never getting any better than the first day he came here. But there is something that JC couldn't get enough of, Bajaj! He really loved bajaj. He even made an airbrush photo of bajaj and sold it for 3 juta rupiah. We rode bajaj often. He once explained to me, "I love the sensation, Ario!" When he said it, he was screaming trying to overcome the noise the machine of the bajaj was making. There was something that JC hated, though: Pijat Refleksi. I talked him into getting it. He screamed after the first touch on the sole of his feet and almost punched the masseur on the face. "This guy is a Nazi, Ario. It was torture not a massage," he claimed. After that, we stick to Shiatsu where the lady masseuse move her feet around on the back of our necks. "Oooh... ahh... this is heaven," JC insisted. (CONTINUES IN COMMENT) (at Sanggar Prathivi Building) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1qKT3jH_en/?igshid=cqh976kd0jiv

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redpandapanic8 · 5 years

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Little things my cat does that I love

1. She talks a lot

When we first got her she didnt talk as much but for a while I was the only one home during the week and I talk to myself A LOT. soon she would start talking with me by just merping and screaming and meowing. Amd she never stopped.

2. Apologizing

My cat has chronic sinusitus, basically her sinuses dont drain properly due to her deformed nasal cavity. So she has to take medicine for it and I often have to clean out crusties from her nose so she can breath through it. She lowkey loves it when I do these things but hates being picked up and messaed with. So every time I do either she'll wiggles and scratch me and on especially fiesty evenings bite me. When Im done I put her down and she runs off. But a minute or so later she always comes back and jumps in my lap and is super lovey dovey for a minute as if to sau "sorry I scratched thank you for helping me breath" maybe its just my interpretation.

3. Being gentle not to scratch my legs when jumping on my lap

Im an artist and I spend a lot of time sitting and drawing. Until a few months ago, I was a college student which translate to mpre sitting while reading. Our fave pass time is when Im doing work she'll sot in my lap while I do it. When I wear pants or have a blanket on my lap she has no qualms when jumping right into my lap. But when Im wear a dress or shorts and my legs are exposed, she is very cautious. She'll sit at my feet and gently paw at my shins and knees to let me know she wants on my lap and then I have to pick her up and put in my lap. Its also one of the only time she tolerates being picked up. I normally try to put a blanket on so she always has something the jump up on.

4. Getting distracted when begging for food

I feed my cat the amount reccomended on the bag. Its half a cup for her size. She baby. But she wont eat the whole thing in one setting. So I feed her a fourth cup in the morning, fourth cup in the evening. If she finishes the food really fast she try and beg for more food. How she does it is she come over, jump in my lap, and start sweet talkimg me with cuddles and rubs and kisses. But she always gets way too into the cuddles and forgets her original mission of trying to bribe me.

5. Kisses

My cat is a licker. She licks more then some dogs. Well she love just come up to me and licking my face. She tries go for my lips the most (I think because i smooch her head a lot she knows those the kisers) but I always try and redirectes to my nose. The skin's a little stronger there anyway.

6. Very cuddly

So when we first got her, my cat was not a cuddle bug at all. She was very distant at first and spent most her time wandering around and exploring. She'd occasionaly sit in a lap but not much. But then after her first or second month she got sick. Like ahe just layed in bed sleeping all day (mor then usual for a cat) sick. I was so worried she was gonna die but I also had a lot of school wprk I needed to finish. So I moved her to my lap and kept one hand on her to feel her breath while doing my work. When we got her to the vet she had a fever and ahe had basically a cold or virus. A side effect of if her sinusitus gets to bad it causes a infection and she gets sick. They put her on anibiotics ands for the next week I did the same as before. i kept her in my lap felt her breath as I did my work, so afraid Id lose her. She eventually pulled out bit because of the time I spent just keeping her warm in my lap, she started to open up and became very cuddly. She loves my lap and she loves showing her affection and its just amazing.

7. Sitting on my head when Im sleeping

She really likes to jump up into my bed, get me to roll over on my back where she will then procede to jump on my chest and back up her ass onto my face.

#cats #i love her #she just does such cute things

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lionsthunder · 6 years

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Weekly reflection

May 27th - June 2nd, 2018

Sunday: Finally met up with chi Ngoc after schedule syncing issues. It only took like 3 weeks to finalize a date lolol. Anyways, by the time I got there, they had already eaten and the men were well into their drinking. Chi Ngoc brought out a steamed ginger fish that she had made and stated that it was all mine to eat, since I arrived so late. Oops... but I’m not mad though; it was delicious. The men were being ridiculous as usual. They’re convinced that when a woman goes on to get a higher degree/education, that she’ll attract “higher quality” men & leave her current partner. I disagreed, but they kept upping their scenarios until it was ridiculously funny. See: Anh Phuc: What if he was rich. Would you leave your current partner? Me: No, I wouldn’t Anh Phuc: What if he was rich & you could stay at home & do nothing Me: ..... I’m listening. But I love my bf, he’s an amazing man. How can I guarantee my happiness? How do I know this new man is quality material? Anh Phuc: ok, what if he was rich, you could travel, stay home and do nothing, and he’s EXACTLY like your bf Me: Well....... like, in that case.....! When I told my bf of this story afterwards, he was like, “I’d like a man like that too!” XD Other hilarious moments ensued with grandpa, too much to type out. But I think in the beginning, grandpa had a moment where he didn’t remember who I was... oh well. But he was also adamant that he’s healthy (which, physically, he’s in great shape for his age) & doesn’t need to take his medications. I was like, no grandpa, you take your dang medications. Him: I just take them for funsies because the doc said to. Me: !!! Later on, my aunt leans towards me and whispers conspiratorially: he takes a handful of pills every morning; I see him do it! Hilarious. I didn’t get to interact with the young ones too much. The young ones here are a little too young to “hang” with me, but I always feel stuck in this weird in-between of hanging out with the kiddos or with the adults. I don’t quite feel like I totally fit in either group.

Tuesday: Anne and I talk on the phone at 0800... and after her original MOH wasn’t supportive enough, she upgraded her fiance’s sister to MOH. And then a friend from Germany wasn’t able to make it as bridesmaids... so guess who’s now a bridesmaids? Your gal XD It’s my first time ever being a bridesmaids & I have no clue what to do. I do have to buy an icy blue dress though and although it’s a pretty dress, I wonder how it’ll look on my skin tone :o Regardless, I’m super excited!! At this current time, I’m tracking flight prices!

Wednesday: Mo sau’s family contacted me stating that Cindy’s graduation is on Saturday. Well, guess what? I’ve already made plans for that day. I almost raged all over the place (kind of still did) but the bf stopped me and asked me to breath. He basically grounded me down lol. But I was annoyed because it’s about respect for my time. I will make time for family, no doubt, but it’s not unconditional. You have to be respectful, in general, and it’s good practice as a human being btw. Anyways, I ended up shifting my Saturday plans after she apologized. We’ll see if it happens again.

Friday: I went to go see a gynecologist for the first time.. I’ve been having Lucy problems since Vietnam & gynecologist thinks that it’s probably related to that time that I got wrecked by food poisoning :/ yeah, wouldn’t recommend getting food poisoning in another country & wrecking your internal flora. Urgghhhhh. So now, I have yeast & VB & I’m OVER IT. Bought 2 months worth of probiotics, gonna take it daily. Also got a prescription for antibiotics & anti-fungals but I’m gonna wait til after Austin to take them. The bf thinks I’m ridiculous for waiting til after but I’m not gonna be that pleb that doesn’t drink during our mini vacation!! Anyways, wish the girl some luck, she’s gonna need it :(

Saturday: I go to Cindy’s graduation. Afterwards, they wanted to eat breakfast & I was just like: uhm, no, I already have plans. So I didn’t attend. Then the adults asked if I wanted to do dinner tonight in celebration and Jerrol & I said “sure.” Anyways, we went to Honda to verify something, went home to eat, then to pick up my car, then out to meet with Amy & Kim at Truck Yard. Super chill, fun outdoors place. Houston is a new kind of hot for me, something that I have to get used to. It’s so humid that it’s literally like a sauna, quite different from the dry heat that I’m used to (and honestly, prefer). But it was a looot of fun. I don’t know what it was, but after 2.5 drinks, I was kind of buzzed. At that point, we were hungry so we lyfted to Jinya’s & nommed on delicious pork baos (that brought me closer to heaven with every bite) & great ramen. Kim & Amy updated us on their wedding planning, future apartment goals, and life in general. Amy updated us about her mom being more open after her mom’s perceived worst fear came to fruition... and it wasn’t that bad. It was really nice to hear from them & catch up. After Jinya, we walked around, Amy dropped her popsicle because it melted before she could eat it all :(, and we randomly dropped into High Fashion Home. Realllly cute things, definitely will be coming back! While here, I learned from mo sau that Cindy wasn’t going to be attending her own dinner... and I was like nani? So why would I stop my own plans to attend something where the honoree wasn’t even going to attend? So we finished up our outing and then all drove back to my house for a tour. There, we noticed a warping in our laminate in the entertainment room from the heat :/ dang Houston heat lol... so now I’m a little bit more motivated to move into the house because I’d hate to turn the AC on at 2 locations :/

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“How do you know Maria Ankömling?” “I don’t know a Maria Ankömling!” The officer to his right slapped him out of his chair, another kicked him in the stomach and they sat him up in the chair again. “Herr Schmidt, it’s best that you cooperate, it will only get worse from here.” “I swear, I don’t know anyone by that name!” He cringed as the officer raised his hand. The interrogator showed him a photograph. “Why, she looks like the mad girl! The Doktor’s men took her away years ago!” “Which doktor?” “Herr Brüning.” “Dr. Franz Brüning, ja? “Ja, Herr Brüning.” Two hours later he was dumped uncerimoniously in front of his farmhouse. From inside he could hear Minnie sobbing. Dabbing at his split lip with a handkerchief he opened the door. “Ach woman, what are ya blubberin’ for now?”

The minute Klaus walked in the door he knew something was wrong. Maria sat in the darkening kitchen staring off into space, a barely touched glass of schnapps by her elbow. Outside the sun set tingeing her face scarlet and black. The hair on the back of his neck stood up at the sight of her, she looked dead. “Leibling, is something wrong? why are you sitting in the dark?” She slowly turned her head and looked into his eyes with an intensity he’d rarely seen before. Unconciously, one hand slipped to his luger. “Klaus, I have a favor to ask.” “What is it? Surely it can’t be so terrible you have to drown sorrows in the dark.” He laughed. She hesitated, noticed the schnapps and downed it in a burning gulp. “A man was arrested last week.” “Just one? I think it was more than that. So, who’s this man who’s caught your interest, your favorite dress maker?” He grinned at her and was surprised to see her blanch. “No, a rabbi. I’ve known him for a while, he was kind to me, he gave me advice sometimes, helped me to understand things, to know that there’s a purpose to life, he is my friend. Can you have him released?” “A rabbi, picked up last week.” He opened his briefcase and riffled through some papers, pulled out a file. “Biblowitz, Jacob Jabez,” he paused, reading. His brow furrowed and he frowned. “I can do no such thing.” “But Klaus, you’re a high ranking officer, you must!” “No Maria, he was arrested in possession of forged transit papers. He is being held in Dachau until we can find out why he had them, where he got them from and what he was planning to do with them.” “Maybe he didn’t know they wwere forged, maybe he’s innocent!” “He’s not innocent, he’s a Jew! They’re all criminals, animals, they can’t be trusted.” “I trust him!” “Then you’re a fool. Its a charade, they are born deceivers, on the outside they ‘re ingratiating and servile, but on the inside they are devious, sly, theiving, greedy murderous bastards!” “What?” But it was no use, he’d worked himself into a rant and went on and on about the Jewish threat and how they’d corrupted Aryan purity and how they needed to be “delt with”. The more she pleaded, the louder he became, flacks o spittle sprayed when he shouted, his breath smelled of absinthe and vodka, he grabbed her by the arm and shook her, she sl;apped him hard, rocking him back on his heels. As he gaped at her, she burst into tears and fled into the bedroom, slamming the door and locking it. After a few moments of roaring at her through the locked door, he stormed out.

They stood in line for ten minutes looking at the crowd. The air was damp and chill, threatening to drizzle, Maria drew her stole tighter around her shoulders and shivered when Klaus leaned close to her. There came the familiar tingling under her skin when a storm approached. A light sprinkle misted the air, the lights from passing cars caused the drops to sparkle in Maria’s auburn hair. Klaus thought she was the most beautiful thing on earth; she turned her back on him and stared off across the street. “I’ve had enough of this!” he snarled, grabbed her cold hand in his and barged to the head of theline. Maria shimmered, an argent figure in the gloom with an auburn crown of perfectly coiffed hair, her eyes wide and saddened. “Give me two tickets.” “I’m sorry herr major, but the show doesn’t start for another thirty minutes, I can’t do that.” “Do you see this uniform?” “Ja.” “Do you know who I am” “Of course Leutnant Küfstein.” Klaus pulle a small pad and pen from his coat. “I am Major von Küfstein. What is your name please?” “M-my name?” The young man paled and began to fumble with the stack of tickets before him. “Here are your tickets Herr Major.” The yhouth shook so hard he nearly dropped the now damp tickets into Klaus’ hand. “I said, your name please.” “Please Herr Leut…Major, I could not go into service, I’m blind in one eye!” A woman behind Maria spoke up; “He is Ernst Häcksel, a useless layabout!” Klaus noted it next to his name and put the note pad away. “Don’t worry, you won’t be going into service.” They youth began to look releived. “We have camps for people like you.” Klaus took up Maria’s hand once more and sauntered into the warmth of the theater. Maria tried to close her eyes to the angry stares of those who still stood in line and the wind grew stronger and the rain began in ernest. Klaus hustled her down near the front row and chose a seat directly in the middle with her comfortably ensconced beside him. Soon the theater began to fill with the rustle and drone of the crowd. Amongst the chatter Maria could feel the resentment of many people, and yet there was an under current of pride from some and jealousy from others. The lights dimmed and the movie began. “Die große Liebe” (The Great Love) starring Zarah Leander and Viktor Staal, although widely accaimed and despite the applause from the crowd, i the end it left Maria feeling cold and empty.

Franz Brüning heard the rumble of trucks. Through the window an SS officer stepped out of his staff car followed by a junior officer and a squad of Wehrmacht with weapons at the ready. Franz rubbed his eyes, feeling old and tired. Karl knocked on his door. “Herr doktor?” “Yes Karl, I know. Come, lets greet our guests.” They met the officer in the courtyard, he was dapper, aristocratic and held his nose and chin quite high. “Gut nachtmittag Major, how may I help you?” “You may begin by gathering your patients together so that my men can load then into these trucks.” “And why should I do that Major…Strasser is it?” “This building is being confiscated by the SS.” He reached into his coat, Karl came up on his toes, eyes wide. The Major favored him with a cool look and pulled a few folded papers from and inner pocket, which he handed to the Doctor. “It saus here you’re turning my hospital int a concentration camp!” “Yes, that is corect.” “What about my patients?”  “They’re being sent to Auschwitz and interred there.” “No!” Karl barked, steppign up beside the doctor “Excuse me?” Strasser actually looked confused for a moment. “Karl is right, they cannot be move, it will cause them too much stress and confusion, you’ll destroy months and in some cases years of progress.” The Major raised a leather gloved finger, twitched it at Karl who recieved the butt of a rifel to the gut. He folded up like an old steamer trunk and fell over. Two of the Wehrmacht began to kick and stomp him. Franz turned, a hand outstretched to the soldiers when he was stopped by the icy barrel of a pistol against his head followed by a loud click. The soldiers stopped kicking Karl, who lay groaning in the dirt He stared up at them with a bloddy grin. “I win Hans, I won’t lick their boots.” A pistol shot stilled him forever. Franz was horrified. “No!” “Sinced you are so concerned about your patients, you may join them Herr Doktor. Put him in the truck.” TRhe Wehrmacht men boiled around the Major, two thre Franz face down and tied his hands behind him then tossed himinto the nearest truck. He was shortly joined by the wretched shrieking, gibbering mass of people as they were crammed in and hauled away. After the trucks departed Strasser caught the eye of one of the men. “Get your men, go through the place floor by floor. It there are any straggelers, shoot them.” In the bedlam of the truck, amidst the stench of feces and fear, Klara discovered her husband and freed him. They clung to each other in stark terror.

It was spring of 1945 when they got the news of Klaus’ father. They’d been arguing all morning, August and Debora remained scarce. Maria stood at the sink washing dishes while Klaus finished his breakfast. Maria was in a foul mood, she’d been sleeping badly the past few nights, plagued with nightmares of being trapped in a burning building,of being buried alive with Klaus, who pointed a gun at her over and over and she knew he hated her. “Why do you keep defying me?” “Why can’t I make my own decisions?” “That’s not a woman’s place.” he slapped the table, jostling the cream pitcher and sugar bowl. “And what would a man know about a woman’s place?” “I am your husband. You made a promise of obey, so obey!” He pounded tha table, the pitcher jumped up and fell over spilling its dregs in a shallow pool. She threw a dishcloth in his face. “How’s that for obedience, clean up your mess, I’m tired of doing it for you!” “How dare you! Do youl know what you’d be if I hadn’t come along?” “Don’t play the fool Klaus, I was no orphaned Dickens waif you dredged up from the gutter.” “Common, a common washer woman, a…a chambermaid!” “Oh, so now I’m Cinderella, swept off her feet by the handsome Prince, I’m the humble peasant girl whom fortune favored is that it? Well young prince, I beg to differ.” The telepohine jangled breaking into the melee. Klaus snatched the reciever to his ear. “Ja?” The turned white and sat down heavily. “Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He hung up. “My father…his heart, he may be dying.” “Klaus, you should go, they need you.” “Come with me.” “I don’t think so, they don’t like me.” “I don’t care what they think, I’d like you there for moral support if nothing else.” She thought a moment. “Alright, let me get my coat.”

Once more they arrived in Ravensberg. This time the house was silent. Dorthe sat outside the bedroom sniffling and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. She rose when Klaus appaears and hugged hm tightly and the hugged Maria. “Klaus, go inside, Katarina and Freidrich are already there.” With a mixed look of shame, fear and sorrow he quietly entered. His father lay still, wrinkled and greyish, looking tiny in the large four poster bed. Klaus had been born there as had Katarina and Freidrich. The room smelled like death. The old man opened his eyes. “So, come crawling back have you?” he wheezed. “Gloating about the house aren’t you.” “No father, I just came to see you.” He took the old man’s hand, it was cold, the skin papery and dry. “I changed the will.” he winced in pain. “You’re out, it’s all Freidrich’s (kaff, kaff)!” Klaus held a glass of water to his father’s parched lips. He sipped, sputtered and coughed more. Klaus kept pouring, water ran down the corners of his father’s mouth. “Klaus, stop it!” Katarina snatched the glass out of his hand. The coughing fit passed, the old an’s eyes bulged. “Freidrich’s and Katarina’s, all of it, none for you!” “That doesn’t matter now.” “Nothing matters to you except fame and glory! Getting our name in paper, kissing the as of the Fuhrer, that’s all that mattered!” “I was trying to make you proud of me.” “Proud of a peacock like you? Don’t make me laugh, you’re nothing to be proud of, nefver were, never will be. You make me puke, been married now for how many uyears and stillno choldren, can you get it up? Are you even a man?” “You evil old bastard! On your deathbed! Mein Gott how I hate you! Die you corrupt old unehelich, just die!” Klaus shot to his feet, shove Katarina out of his way and barged out the door. “We’re leaving.” he snarled at Maria who gave Dorthe a stricken look. The old man’s coughing laughter mocked him through the ouse and out into the waiting car. It wasn’t until they were home before he slumped into a chair and wept. A few hours later the doorbell rang. Debora answered it. A soldier stood there looking a bit forelorn with a yellow piece of paper in his hand. “A telegraph for Major von Küfstein.” “Danke, I’ll give it to him.” “Do you want me to wait?” “Wait, for what?” “I’ll wait out here.” She shrugged, shut the door and crept intothe kitchen, not wanting to disturb or embarass the Major. They both noticed Debora shifting uneasily from foot to foot in the doorway. “Stop twitching girl, what is is?” “Telegram for you Herr Major.” He took it from her and read it. His hand shook as he set it opn the table. Maria craned her neck to rwad it. “Oh no.” Three days later after fighting through the heaviy traffic of a paniced nation they arrived at the cemetary. Black umbrellas warded off the icy drizzle but could do nothing to prevent the evil glares of Katarina. Her face was puffy, eyes red and swollen she looked haggard as if she hadn’t slept since the old amn’s death. After the coffin was lowered into the ground, Freidrich, with Aunt Dorthe holding his arm, came over and shook Klaus’ hand. “He was bitter right up to the end. I hate to say it but Katariuna just kept egging him on about you. She’s changed over the past year, ever since his last heart attack. She’s been angry, frightened. Write or call when you can brother.” They hugged. Aunt Dorthe hugged them both weeping the whole time. Now…now you’re all orphans.” she sobbed into her soaked handkerchief. Friedrich took her to the waiting car and helped her in. Katarina stalked up to Klaus, her face more pinched and drawn than usual. “Murderer.” she hissed. “He’s dead because of you!” “Me?” “You set him off, if you hadn’t fought with him like you always do, he’d still be alive! I hate you, I’ll hate you ’til I die!” She spat i his face. Without thinking Klaus slapped her hard, staggering her. Hysterical, she ran to the car. Klaus wiped his face off and watched his siblings drive off in the rain.

At home Maria crept about the house. Klaus sat at the dineingroom table drinking heavily and muttering to himself. At six o’clock she went to him. “Klaus, are you hungry, would you like some supper?” “Supper? My father’s dead, my sister hates me, how the hell can I think about food?” He fumbled with the glass as he sloshed more whiskey into it. “Klaus, you’re pretty drunk, are you sure…” “Why don’t you shut the hell up and leave me alone!” he slammed the whiskey bottle on the table. “I just…” “You just nothing! I’ll tell you what you are miss, you’re trouble, you’ve been nothing but the worst Gott verdammt thing that’s ever happened to me, why don’t you get the hell out!” he knocked the bottle over splashing whisky on the table. Maria grabbed the fallen bottle and set it upright. Klaus grabbed hold of her wrist. “Oh no you don’t Sie meckern!” and backhanded her with his left hand. Her head snapped back and her nose started to bleed, he slapped her again and shoved her backwards. She fell with a crash. Klaus knocked over his chair as he jumped to his feet. She scrambled to get away from him, but he was infuriated now. “Never and children, never any warmth from you, just coldness, heartless cold. How dare you, I’m a Major of the Third Reich!” The leather belt slithered out of his pants, he doubled it and began to whip her. “Klaus, stop! No! Klaus!”  “It’s your fault the hate me! It’s you! Even my dogs hate you!” “No!” She gained her feet and managed to catch the belt in one hand, yanking it from his grasp. Outraged he punched her in the mouth staggering her back. She flung her arms up to cover her face so he punched her in the stomach. She doubled over, retching and gasping for air. He tipped an end table and lamp over on top of her, on his way out the ottoman had the audacity to trip him up so he hurled it through a window. Lying on the floor she heard the front door slam, the car starting and the spray of gravel as he drove off into the night. Slowly she crawled out from under the broken furniture. “Ahh!” she hissed, cutting her hand on some shattered glass. Sobbing, she went tot he bathroom and began the long process of cleaning herself up. She awoke to the sound of a car coming up the drive. Gingerly she made her way downstairs, grabbing a frying pan as she passed by the kitchen. Footsteps crunched in the gravel as they approached the door, there came a light rapping, a pause, a second rapping. She opened it. “Oh Rachel, thank god its you.” “Why do you…Oybershter in Himmel, what happened to you?” “Klaus. He was drunk, his father died, we went to the funeral yesterday. He started drinking when we got home and then he hit me.” She broke down and cried letting the pan slip from her finger with a dull thud. Rachel hugged her rocking back and forth. Rachel helped clean her up and after a time the women set the house to rights. In between the small talk and the girl talk, Maria asked about the Rabbi and his needs. They were always few and usually more about the welfare of others. When two weeks had passed with no sign of Klaus, Maria made up her mind to go find him. She called upon August to driver her to the concentration camp.

The corporal pried his bleery eyes open just enough to see Frau von Küfstein stroll in, moaned to himself and passed out. She took in the scene. The two corporals were snoring, shirtless and reeking of booze, a deck of cards were scatterd on the floor. The younger of the two had lost his pants during the game and looked ludicrous slumped in his boxrs and black socks. Maria heard a pain filled shuddering moan and followed it through the unlocked door. Shock held her statue still. A middleaged woman, nose broken, face bloody and bruised, was tied to a chair, a muscular hulking leutnant clasped her head tightly, her eyelid pulled open. Tears washed thin gullies through the blood and snot. In one corner a middle-0aged man lay dead his blood spattered agaunst the wall. Less than five feet before her a anude girl no more than fourteen was sprawled, her muscles taut with pain, her ueseless fists clenched, her theighs smeared with blood. “Biteh, biteh.” she pleaded, tears coursed their way across her face. A half dressed man staggered away from the girl, slipping suspenders over hs shoulders. Maria’s blood ran cold as Klaus turned, undershirt pulled out, pants undone, smeared with blood and who knows what else, glanced aaround the room looking for his drink. His bloodshot eyes met Maria’s. “Monster!” she husked, backing towards the door. The child curled into a ball and whispered “Biteh.” sobbing. Unnoticed in a shadowed corner, Major Strasser leaned forward, the lamp highlighted his angular face. “Von Küfstein, you’d better see to your wife.” He leered as he slowly looked Maria up and down. Klaus stood stuinned, not understanding how Maria could be here. Strasser shovd past him and grabbed the nude girl on the floor by her hair, dragging her over to the bound woman. Wrapped in arrogance, he demanded; “You have the Shöenburger gold. Tell me where it is and nothing further will happen to your daughter. If you do not, Leutnant Neitzel will have a go at her. He is not a considerate lover, she will probably not enjoy it, but then again who knows.” At a sign from Strasser the behemoth released the woman’s head and began unbuttoning his shirt. Klaus stumbled towards Maria, who’d gone a terrible white, her eyes huge and bulging. “Go home Maria, forget you ever saw this, go home!” “Forget? This?!” her voice was piercing, Strasser shot her an evil glare, then returned to his victim. Leutnant Neitzel’s belt buckle made a dull thud as it hit the floor. Maria’s head was pounding, Klaus made to grab her arm, propel her out of the room; she yanked away from him then shoved him hard, he stummbled and fell across the bound woman then crashed to the ground. The bound woman whispered something. “What?” snapped Strasser. Wrenching her head back by the hair he snarled “What?!” “N-no gold. Lies. We spent it years ago.” “Lying bitch!” he struck, she lolled and sagged. Strasser released her hair, strode to a table and began drinking from a wine bottle. “Von Küfstein, get up off the floor and get your lovely wife out of here, unless she’d like to join our little party?” Stepping over the still prone Klaus, Maria staggered out the door. “I’m going to be sick!”she thought, looking for someplace to do it. Klaus stumbled up behind her. “Maria, listen, Strasser, Neitzel, they’re being transfered, headed to Morocco in a da opr so and this…this insanity will go with them. Maria!” Unshed tears burned his eyes, making her look small and utterly beautiful to him. “Home.” she husked. “Yes, I’ll be there soon, I promise, as soon as its safe.” He reeked of drink and blood, she flinched when he tried to touch her and fled into the crisp air outside. Klaus returned to Strasser holding the mother’s head. Neitzel knelt on the girl’s spread legs, holdiong the immobile, in one hand he clutched a wine bottle. As Maria stumbled towards August’s car, the girls shrieks rang in her ears. Maria hunched her shoulder and ran.

The next few days were filled with a heavy silence. She slept in bed behind a locked door, he slept on the couch on the nights he bothered to come home. She’d confided in Rachel and the two women grieved once more. Maria made sure the young woman left each time with some food hidden in her clothes and a bit of money to bribe the guards if they caught her. Then one day the truck that brought rachel didn’t arrive, nor did it the next day. Nearly a week passed before Klaus was sober enough for her to talk with him and she asked about the girl’s absence. They were sitting at opposite ends of the dining room table and had just finished a light supper. “She was caught smuggling contraband to a prisoner and was shot.” “She wouldn’t do anything like that, she was a good honest girl!” “I was there when she was caught, she ws then strip searched, examined and executed. I wqnted no mistakes, because I knew you were fond of her so I did it myself.” “You…yourself?” Maria froze, a thrill of horror ran through her like the lightening strike so long ago. “Yes, a single shot to the back of the head, it killed her instantly, there was little pain, if any. Like I said, I knew you were fond of her, but after all she was only a Jew and not worth your consideration.” Maria set her fork down with a trembling hand and pushed away fom the table. “Are you alright dear?” “No, I need to lie down.” “Of course, shocking news, I understand.” He waited until she reached the foot of the stairs. “You didn’t ask about ththe other prisoner.” For a second she didn’t understand. “Who?” “It seems she was contriving with your friend the Rabbi.” He paused deliberately drawing it out as he sipped his wine. “He was shot trying to escape. I had the bodies cremated.” “Oh.” was all she could manage in a throat gone tight with grief. “Yes. funny thing, she had several bisquits and two apples in her clothes when we caught them together. I wonder where she got them from?” he took another sip. “Sleep well my dear, see you in the morning.” A confused smile touched his lips when she walked up the stair, each of her steps ponderous and reberverating as though she were weighed down with all the grief in the world. As much as he strove to savor this victory, there was no satisfaction in it, inside all he felt was shame. He wonered if this would have made his father proud, if anything he did would have made his father proud.

The mantle clock struck five. Morning birds were up and singing when she heard the drunken fumbling at the door. Klaus staggered in, trailing his coat along one shoulder. He stopped short at the sight of Maria sitting on a trunk and made vague attempts to straighten up. It ewas then he noticed the suitcase and bag. It sunk in. “What’s all this?” “I’m leaving you.” “No! You can’t!” “August will be here soon to take me to the train station.” “I won’t let you!” He staggrered sideways a few steps. “I don’t kniw how I came to love you, it makes no sense to me now.” “Maria, if this is about that evening, it was Strasser!” “Stop. Save that argument for God, maybe it’ll work with him. Anger and frustration tore at Klaus, rage building, burning him frfom within, fueled by shame and and grief. His temples pounded, his heart thundered as his shaking hands snapped open the holster where the oiled luger rested. He drew it out admiring the sleek beauty. She rose and went upstairs, dropping the telegram she’d recieved earlier. Klaus picked it up, it was from Irma, she’d been in touch with a friend who worked at Buchenvald, it told of how both Doktor Brüning and his wife hasd been sent to the gas chambers. He could hear Maria rummaging through the closet and the hollow echo of it’s slammed door. It was that sound, the empty hollow echo mimicking their life together that triggered her. She began to scream, a scream that became a roar of primal rage. He heard a deep thud followed by a crash that shook the house, the roars went on, windows shattered, Debora, who came in to tell them her father was here, crouched in the doorway, hands at her mouthm stifling her frightened cries. Klaus lept up the stairs two at a time until he reached the bedroom door. It wouldn’t budge. Leaning his shoulder into it he forced it open inch by inch until he could see inside. The bed was flung up ended against it, the room itself was destroyed, broken glass, wrecked furniture, gashes in the walls. The lone light from the cieling illuminated the scene, it swung back and forth shwoing Marai amidst the wereckage. Her hands were bloody, fingernails torn and ragged, her hair was a wild halo about her head and hanks of it torn out lay on the floor. Her eyes ow=verflowed with tears of rage and sorrow, her mouth lay agape and drooling. At the sight of him she pinted a bloodied finger and roared. In sheer horror Klaus drew back. With a terrible scraping noise she daragged the bed from the door and wrenched the door from its hinges. He drew the luger in a shaking hand. “Maria, what’s wrong with you?” She glimpsed her reflection in tha shattered bedroom mirror, clothing torn, flesh ripped and bleeding where she gouged at herself, a clump of bloody hair clung to her arm, trickles of crimson crossed the broken landscape of her face. “Monster!” She lunged at him. Klaus, totally unnerved shot wildly, grazing her shoulder. She dove on him, flailing with all her might, his collarbone shattered, she clawed at his face, he clubbed at her head with the butt of the gun, she paused in her attack, sagging. Klaus threw her off. Through her pain and rage she saw the unsteady pistol in his hand moving towards her, groping, her hand closed on something cold and heavy. She reared up and swung. The last thing Klaus saw was the flash of the bronze Venus he’d bought her in Paris. August arrived and pulled her off of him before she could stave in his skull. Dragging her down stair, he dropped her in an arm chair. Debora brought some warm water and towels. While his daughter ministered to Maria, August checked on Klaus and found him still alive. Coming back down stairs, he he;lped Debora finish cleaning and bandaging Maria. “I’ll bring the car around herrin, we should go now.” He hefted the trunk and went out the front door.  “Yes. Go.” hey arrived at the train station moments before the train’s departure. She tunred and took August’s hand. “Thank you for everything you and Debora have done for me. Here.” She pulled a thick envilope from her purse. “The two of you should lesve that house. When Klaus finds out you helped me, he’lll probably have you both killed. Go far away and hide somewhere, go to the country and be sadfe.” She gave him a peck on the cheek as the porters took her bags. Boarding the train she watched August and Debora grow small i the distance.. “Going far herrin?” the poorter asked. “Hamburg perhaps, but Iwas thinking of going to Denmark to see the sights.” “Vvery good herrin. This way to your berth.”

The train was detoured towards Berlin, stopping five miles ouside the city. Civilians flooded the streets being driven by rumors of advancing Allied troops, Maria managed to hire a to bring her things to and put up in a small apartment until the trains started running again. However, she was forced to settle for life in Berlin as she soon came to understand that she was trapped in a city under seige. The bombings began once more, she saw buildings crumble and burst into flame, people trapped int he rubble, the stench of rotting dead was overwhelming. Frightened people ran screaming through the streets, soldiers and police strove to maintain order, then the Russians came. She hid in her rooms and managed to stay out of sight. Food and water became scarce and like many others she began hoarding both. sipping tepid water she’d saved, she didn’t dare drink whateer trickled out of the tap and was doing what she could to keep from starving. The worst was keeping away from gangs of roving Russians, who raped anything that resembled a female. In desperation she began searching the other apartmens in the building, but the Russians had gotten there first, mostly what she found were decomposing bodies. She could smell gas, but couldn’t tell where it came from and in her delerium she wept and began to scream just to express her fear, her deprivations, her frustration at being out of control. There was a instant of silence and a voice she thought called her name. A thin whistle cut the air and a wall exploded. She was flung aginast a far wall, a bed crashed against her, partly crushing her partly saving her. She groaned and pushed the bed once, twice. There was smoke, something was on fire. She pushed against the bed once more and it moved and she was able to crawl out from behind it. She could see outside. Broken and torn pipes were spraying water, one burned like a torch and she knew she had only moments to get out of there. She heard an echoing voice calling to her, somehow, from nowhere stood Klaus, one arm in a sling, the other held his luger aimed at her. Dust sifted down from the broken ceiling. Outside they could hear gunfire men shouting. “This is it, it’s over, the Reich, our lives, everything. The Fuhrer shot himself yesterday, Goebbles commited suicide inthe Fuhrerbunker, the Rudssians run the streets and the Allies are here to take over the whole bloody mess. There is nothing to live for, nothing. Goodbye Maria, it was beautiful once.” Theres a hiss as he aims the luger she gets a queer feeling as the floor drops out from under them and sheets of flame appear around them. The weight of the world collapses on her, pressing her to the bosom of the earth once more and after a while it grows cold.

Its quiet in Berlin. Russian soldiers walk patrols, stop the looting when they can (when they’re not looting themselves), moonlight shines down on one more ruined building amidst the many. A white hand, filthy and bleeding scrabbles out from under the rubble. She is free.

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