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melodramaschild · 1 year
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Remus during full moon week and just complaining about everything and glaring at everyone in the common room but also laying on your chest while you put flowers in his hair and braiding it
Fem!reader w bigger boobs but I’m pretty sure that flat chested girlies can picture themselves too <3 || non sexual nakedness
Also changed it into after school life bcs it feels strange to write for school when I graduated and now I have a job
Everything is wrong. The noises, the way the sun has the audacity to shine, the way the food taste weird and the way that it’s way too hot for a simple another spring day.
But you managed to take this grumpy boy on a walk. Your hand is in yours and you drag him through the woods that allows you to hide is some shadows. He’s bitching around about how hot it is and how sweaty it is.
You can’t help but laugh. “Ey! Don’t laugh, chopsy girl! I know yar laughing’ at my voice.” He frowns. “I’m so sorry Rem, you truly do sound funny when you ramble around like that.” you chuckle and give him a quick kiss on his parted lips.
When you find some pretty place, you lay a blanket there and dragging Remus down to your side. It ends up with Remus laying down on your breasts, rambling about something, very sweet. His hand is firmly placed on your waist, squeezing you there and rubbing your skin.
He doesn’t know that he’s holding you a bit too much, but you let him, actually loving how his touch feels.
You’re laying there for a few minutes when Remus annoyingly grumbles. “Y/n,” he huffs. “What it is, darling?” You ask him and a meek smile flies over his face.
“Want to feel them, please.” He eyes your breasts that are hiding under your T-shirt. “You just laid on them.” You tease him. “Noo,” he whines. “Skin to skin, please, want to see my babies.” He looks like a little kid and you have to laugh.
You take your T-shirt off, your bra leaving too and you free your breasts, feeling the weight of them. You quickly bring your arm to hold them, maybe cover yourself too. It still feels a bit odd to be naked in front of him if you’re not shagging.
“No no, don’t hide yourself please.” Remus cooes so softly, leaning onto you until you are back on your back. Remus tugs your arm away and he lays his head down on your breasts. His cheek is squished against them and he purrs like a cat.
“They’re always so soft and warm.” He smiles and nuzzles into your breasts. He lays there for a long time.
Suddenly he feels calmed again. He isn’t bitching around anymore. He’s actually quite and listing to your soft heart beat. Then he feels your nails smoothly scratching his scalp, brushing over his hair.
He closes his eye, enjoying everything in this moment. He’s slowly falling asleep. The lukewarm wind is stroking his cheek, he’s listing to birds and to your heart, receiving warmth from your body and then and then… he’s asleep, mouth hanging open and a little saliva drop is escaping his mouth, just on your breasts.
You let him, you don’t really mind. You braid little wild flowers that are around the blanket into his hair. You cradle his rosy cheek, he looks so angelic and like a little fairy.
You snap a quick pictures of him. You don’t really mind that your breasts are in the picture, nor your face. Because Remus taught you about the beauty in nakedness and you couldn’t be more grateful.
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robielilangel · 1 year
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This current world au, aka no accept and knowledge about age regression
Rockstar daddy Sirius
Rockstar daddy Sirius and his little girl on a tour. You tend to regress quite more often than you used to due to the stress and those overwhelming feelings. Like happiness or that is new.
Sirius and you have your own trailer. The back of it is your bedroom. He even managed to split the room to build you a little corner.
There was a rainbow window film, making for anyone impossible to peak inside and to create a colourful warm set for you.
It was very small, but big enough to place there a little tent with pillows and plushies and for you to play on the ground.
Sirius Black is a messy person, but he always makes sure that your little room is clean and bedrooms too.
The rest of the van is a workplace. Like make-up, song writing, interviews. He never allows anyone to come near the bedroom, nor your little room.
He always cleans and dry your little supplies, hiding them back into your little box in your little room.
He loves when you’re sprawled on the bedroom floor. For your little mind it’s all parallel play. You play with legos, tea parties or anything while Sirius is playing on his guitar.
You bump into his legs, giggling as he signs who’s that little monster nibbling on his leg. He ends up tickling you, stroking over your hair as you hug his leg and settle there like in your own throne.
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kurtie4life96 · 1 year
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when the party's over.
E.M. x F Reader drabble
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Summary: That night in the Upside Down changed everything between you and Eddie.
CW: MDNI 18+, extreme angst, (soft) smut, mentions of drinking, smoking, arguing, injuries, dialogue taken from season 4
Loosely based on the song by Billie Eilish.
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"Oh my god, Eddie!"
"Pretty bad, huh?" He sputtered, his hair matted with blood and dirt as you held the back of his head.
"No, no you're fine, we just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?" Your voice cracked as panic gripped every muscle in your body.
"Okay."
You tried to lift him up, tried to get his bloodied body off the cold ground, but he'd grunted in pain, dead weight, too heavy to carry, so you tore your shirt, frantically trying to stop the bleeding from his neck, but it was no use.
There was a moment of silence between you two, the only noise in the background from demobats and other unholy creatures in their habitat of the Upside Down.
An ominous, dreadful feeling settled itself in your stomach as you looked at his brutalized body in horror- pieces of him bitten off all over his legs, arms, sides, and neck as he lied in a pool of his own blood, motionless.
Reality only settled in more when his glossed over eyes turned to look at you, and he smiled- a type of smile that without words, told you he wasn't going to make it.
"I think it's my year now," Eddie's voice shook as he choked out more blood, a smile still on his face, "I think it's finally my year."
"Eddie, no, please..." you quietly sobbed, pleading with him, holding him as close as you could without hurting him further, hot tears rolling down your cold cheeks.
"I love you." He confessed, his body beginning to shudder uncontrollably beneath yours.
"I love you too, Eddie," you assured your dearest friend through sobs, "I'll always love you."
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It'd been 5 months since Eddie Munson died in your arms.
It'd also been 5 months since Eleven found the two of you, and restarted his heart, saving his life.
Eddie had healed from his injuries, went on to graduate, and, of course, flipped Principal Higgins off.
He'd also told you, over time, that he meant what he said when he'd told you he loved you.
You told him you meant it too. Yet, you also told him that you couldn't be together.
It was too risky, too dangerous to start something romantic with a friend, when there was a possibility you could lose him again, or he could lose you. The fight with Vecna wasn't over.
The two of you had argued about it numerous times, and as much as you wanted to be with him, be something more than friends, you were just too damn scared.
Eddie eventually said he understood, after months of trying to convince you otherwise, because you wouldn't let up. But this also caused a rift between you two.
Anytime you were around each other, there would be this strong tension in the air, this push and pull, and by refusing to do anything about it, you'd eventually distanced yourselves from each other.
You thought that you would go numb, that your feelings for Eddie would eventually subside, but it was sure taking an awfully long time.
And you missed him more than anything. But his presence was too overwhelming for you. The event that took place was too traumatic for you to even converse with him.
Trauma is just funny like that.
And now here you were, 5 months later, at someone's house party that you didn't even know the name of.
Music boomed throughout the fairly large house, a giant crowd of belligerent teenagers and young adults scattered throughout it.
Everyone was dancing obnoxiously, shouting, doing shots and shotgunning beers. Well, everyone except for you and Robin.
The two of you stood in the corner of the living room people watching, sipping on a red solo cup of a mixed drink like the usual wallflowers you were, snickering and making fun of everyone.
You were dressed similarly- tank top, flannel, and high waisted shorts, a perfect outfit for a warm August evening.
"Check out Tammy Thompson's moves," you giggled, leaning against Robin's shoulder.
"Oh my god."
She put a hand up to her face and hung her head low with secondhand embarassment, before the two of you bursted into laughter, stomachs hurting and pushing each other back and forth, before Robin's laughter stopped abruptly.
"What, what happened?" You chuckled, still smiling at her.
"Look," she whispered, a sense of urgency in her voice.
You glanced over to where she stared, to find Eddie Munson on the other side of the room, gazing at you with soft eyes, a kind grin on his face, seemingly amused with your good mood.
Your smile slowly faded and your heart dropped, going silent, and his did too, his gaze hardening before he looked away quickly, averting his eyes back to the group of teenagers he'd previously been speaking with.
"Shit," you murmured under your breath, staring into your cup and fiddling with the straw.
"I wish you guys would just talk, or fuck, or something," Robin emphasized, taking a sip of her drink.
"Yeah, right," you scoffed playfully, raising your eyebrows, refusing to look back up at him, "shoulda known he'd be at a party, selling weed or whatever it is he's doing now."
"Go talk to him," she suggested, shoving her shoulder against yours, "this is stupid. You love each other."
"I can't, Robin, I just can't," you reasoned with her, though your heart ached, "everytime I see him, I just... see him die all over again... plus, I've been drinking, probably not a good idea."
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. You've had one drink. Neither of you are leaving Hawkins anytime soon. You can either stare at each other like creeps forever, or you can just clear the air."
She motioned her head for you to look at him, and you sighed, slowly averting your eyes back to Eddie to find him observing you once again.
His throat bobbed, studying your body language cautiously as you continued to stare back, taking note of his furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips, and long dark curls.
Damn it.
"Fine," you groaned, keeping eye contact with him, "but it's not gonna change anything."
You began to trek through the sea of the intoxicated crowd towards the backyard, knowing well that Eddie would get the hint and follow after you.
"Yay!" Robin exclaimed, "Love you! Be good! Hey, Tammy!"
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You opened the sliding glass door and walked outside, not bothering to close it behind you as you knew Eddie would be out momentarily.
You stood on the back deck, arms crossed as you peered off into the night sky. Your stomach was doing backflips in anticipation- no- nervousness as you awaited his presence, counting the seconds as they went by.
11 seconds and you heard a couple of heavy footsteps behind you, the door gently slide shut, and a couple more steps walking towards you.
With a sharp inhale and exhale, you turned around, arms still crossed and took in the heartbreaking sight before you.
Eddie Munson.
He stared at you, hands in his pockets, a melancholy, yet empathetic look in his eyes, and you looked down to your feet, shuffling them back and forth, unsure of what to say.
Another moment passed before he asked, "Cigarette?"
Another moment passed before you answered in a flat voice, "Sure."
He handed you one, putting another between his lips, lighting the tip of his before using the same flame to light yours as you leaned forward into it, taking a long drag and giving him a small nod of appreciation.
"So," he exhaled, "what're we doing out here?"
"Robin." You blew out smoke, flicking your cigarette constantly in an anxious manner.
Eddie nodded, "Figures."
"Mhm," You nodded back, focusing on anything but him, until you felt that same tension, that same push and pull feeling crawling back towards you.
"Wait, what do you mean by that?"
"Oh, nothing," he flicked his cigarette, his lips curling into a smile, "just that I figured you wouldn't talk to me unless someone told you to."
You frowned, looking to your feet again and your chest tightened, "That's not true."
"Yeah, it is," he chuckled sarcastically, "I mean, you avoid me at all fucking costs-"
"Stop it," you demanded, now scowling at him, "you act like I hate you-"
"No, it's fine," he interrupted, a shit eating grin on his face as he leaned back nonchalantly, "everyone hates me. I hate me, too. It's alright."
"Eddie," you looked at him with disbelief, "that is absolutely not true, I-"
"You what?" He took a step forward to you now, peering down at you, "you, what? Love me?"
You stared into him, faces now inches apart, feeling provoked, "You know I do."
"Yeah, right," he laughed, throwing his arms up in the air, voice getting louder, "that's why you just love to be around me, you know it's not my fault what happened-"
"Eddie," you warned quietly, "let me speak."
"Oh, so now, now all the sudden you've got so much to say? Are you fucking kidding me? Jesus christ, pick a way to be-"
"Let. Me. Talk!" You raised your voice, instantly feeling bad for it, but stood your ground anyway.
He let out a small laugh of disbelief, staring into your eyes, before he leaned back again, taking another puff of his cigarette, motioning for you to continue.
"Let me talk, please, okay?" You sighed.
He nodded impatiently, only making you angrier.
"Eddie, I love you. And I'm so fucking scared to lose you," tears prodded at your eyes now, "I know what happened wasn't your fault. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's my fault. And I feel it, and I relive the experience everytime I look at you. I've learned what it's like to lose you, and I am fucking terrified that I will again. I could lie, I could say I like it like this-"
You choked back a sob, earning a concerned look from Eddie's face, "Wait, hold on, it's not your fault either, don't say that-"
"Stop interrupting me!" You cried, tears rolling hot over your cheeks now, "I can't be with you the way you want me to, the way I want to, because I don't want to be in love with you, plan some kind of future with you, only to lose you again, or for you to lose me. So please, stop doing this to me!"
"I love you!" He shouted as he lunged towards you, his face turning red, curled up in pain as he attempted to hold yours, "I love you so much that it fucking hurts, and I can't do this, I'll never be able to look at you, and not love you-"
You took a step back, swatting Eddie's hands away, "Please, let me let you go. I can't do this. I can't keep telling you the same thing- I'm fuckin outta here-"
You shoved your way past him, opening the back door and storming aimlessly through the crowd.
"Hey!" Robin yelled at you, "where are you going?"
"I've got a ride," you lied, not bothering to make eye contact as you head out the front door, starting your journey home on foot.
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You sobbed as you walked down the streets, not even knowing if you were headed the right direction, mascara staining your face as you stumbled and stopped every few steps to catch your breath, the emotional pain becoming physical as you leaned over to gasp, an even deeper sob from the last leaving your chest each time.
"Nothing's better sometimes," you tried to reassure yourself that you were doing the right thing as you trekked down the dark streets of Hawkins.
Normally you would feel scared, worried that you were walking home alone in the middle of the night, knowing what monstrosities could be around you and even underneath you, but not this time. This time, that was the last thing on your mind. And the first thing on your mind was Eddie.
Eddie. Oh, how you loved that boy so god damn much, it ached every bone in your body. All you wanted to do was be with him, more than anything, but it was just too risky. Too risky to be with him, only for him to lose you, or for you to lose him again.
You wondered if you even were making the right decision, that if that stupid saying, 'it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all' was really true. But it was surely too late now. That argument, that fight felt like the last one. The one you couldn't come back from.
You'd only walked about 10 minutes before you heard a vehicle slowly pull up next to you, making you stop in your tracks.
You tried to compose yourself, catch your breath, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest before you turned towards it, knowing damn well what and who it was.
You slowly looked over to see Eddie, sitting in his van, his engine running and his window rolled down.
Time slowed down for you now, the world outside, the night pausing, coming to a halt around you while you stared at him, your makeup now a sorry mess on your face, as he said the simple words you didn't even know you so desperately needed, his voice stern, but his face soft and kind.
"Get in."
Your crying stopped, and you continued to gaze at him for a moment, trying to grasp the situation in front of you, before you easily agreed, not saying a word to him as you walked to the passenger side door, opened it, got in and sat down, putting your seat belt on as you hiccuped.
"Cigarette?" Eddie asked you, not looking at you, his eyes only on the road, though he hadn't started driving yet.
You nodded, your hands on your lap, only keeping your gaze directly on the lit up gravel in front of you.
Eddie put a cigarette between his lips, lighting it and then passing it to you before he lit his own, shifting his van into gear and speeding off.
Neither of you spoke as he drove through the red lights of Hawkins in a rush to get home, the radio not even turned on as you sat in blissful silence, a mutual, comforting understanding between the two of you that no more words needed to be spoken, it just simply wasn't necessary.
You had long finished your cigarette by the time he turned into the trailer park, shutting off his headlights as he pulled in front of his home, parking his van and turning it off, pulling the keys out as you clicked off your seat belt, and the two of you sat in silence a moment longer.
Eddie glanced at you for a beat, his gaze unfocused and dark before opening his door and getting out, walking over to the passenger side and opening it for you, reaching a helping hand towards you to help you get out.
You followed him up the steps of his trailer as he fumbled with his keys, then unlocking the front door and stepping inside, grabbing your arm and yanking you inside the dark of his home before you could walk in yourself, slamming the door.
Everything happened fast, as you expected.
Eddie pushed you against the front door as quickly as you pulled him into you, his soft lips finding yours easily, kissing you as hard as he could, his hands cradling the side of your face as you raked your hands through his hair and pulled him into you, humming with relief into each other's mouths.
The kiss broke, only for the both of you to sigh a blissed out swear as you surged forward again, each rough kiss feeling like a 'what if', 'why not', 'fuck it', 'this should have happened sooner'.
His hands snaked up your waist, shirt lifted, calloused hands wide and hot across your ribs. You pushed up into him more when Eddie slipped his tongue along your bottom lip, deepening the kiss, softly moaning into it as you licked into each other's mouths feverishly, desperately, and there was an ache in your heart that felt like he still wasn't close enough.
You tugged on his hair, earning a groan from him, your name leaving his lips with a drawn out whisper.
The action made your body relax into his and your knees fell apart for him, inviting him to put his leg between them, the friction of his pants against your clothed heat making you gasp softly as Eddie slid off his infamous jacket in a hurry, hastily pressing his lips against yours again as he pulled off your flannel, needy hands now smoothing up and down bare arms.
His hands roamed down to your ass as you embraced desperately, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall harder, making you yelp, as he kissed down your neck, sucking a light bruise there, another one on your collarbone when you let out the prettiest sigh he'd ever heard.
Eddie needed more, his voice rasping swears as he carried you to his bedroom, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, kissing against his neck, and he pressed you into the messy sheets of his bed, his lips still soft and probing, sighing in solace as if to say, 'finally'.
But then he pulled back, sitting before you, his lips swollen from yours as he gazed at you, and you reached your arms out to him, a sudden stinging of tears in your eyes, quietly whining for more.
"It's okay, I got you babe, don't worry," Eddie reassured you softly, peeling his shirt off of himself, then pulling you up by your arms to pull your tank top off and unhook your bra in a hurry, throwing the garments to the side and he leaned into you again, kissing the tears off of your face before they could come running down.
He sucked on your bottom lip hungrily, and you whined, reaching between you to grab at his belt, a pretty whimper leaving your lips as you tugged at it wantonly, making him hiss.
You were begging, pleading with him, 'more, please, more,' in a small voice that drove Eddie absolutely mad, his hard length straining against his torn jeans, all for you.
He cursed to himself in a hushed voice, biting his lip and sighing heavily, and he gave in, taking his belt off and tugging his pants down his legs frantically, leaning back with a sigh of relief as his rather large length was free.
"C'mere," you insisted, reaching for him, wanting to touch him, wanting to smooth your hands along the scars in his sides that you never got a chance to care for, but Eddie shushed you, placing a kiss to the side of your knee to comfort you as he saw you were overwhelmed.
"Just want you," his voice low and husky as he fumbled with the button of your shorts before he paused, his eyes heavy and half lidded, "that okay?"
"Please. Want you too," you whined, arching your lower abdomen into his hand, motioning for him to hurry.
Eddie unbuttoned them in a frenzy, pulling your zipper down and sliding your shorts and panties down your legs, tossing them aside.
He had to lean back and take a moment, his eyes hungry and dark, his lips slightly agape as he took in the full sight of you, and cursed to himself at how pretty you looked.
He gazed at you and then your heat, groaning and praising you for how wet you were when he slid two fingers along your folds, his thumb grazing over your clit, trying to contain himself from absolutely ruining you.
You keened at his touch, grinding into his hand and he bit his lip at your reaction, spreading your knees farther apart for more access as he dipped a finger inside of you easily.
You gasped at the action, and Eddie quickly dipped in a second finger, curling and thrusting them in and out of you languid, gazing in wonder, getting impossibly harder by the second.
"Eddie," you rasped, "I need you. I love you."
He pulled his fingers out and crowded into you then, his hand sprawled messy but gentle along your throat and jaw, kissing and licking into your mouth deeply, moaning into each other as he lined himself up with your entrance.
You brought your knees up to your sides, caging him in, and he pressed a hand into the pillow next to you, hovering over you as you rested a hand against his scarred chest as he pushed into you.
You both let out a gasp of each other's names and expletives as your slick made it easy for him to push all the way into you, bottoming out, and Eddie gave you a moment to get used to the feeling, the pad of his thumb gently stroking your cheek, and curled his hand under your knee, lifting it up over his shoulder before he pulled out slowly, and pushed into you again.
He set a slow but sensual, deep pace and as much as you wanted more, it felt amazing, the both of you panting softly, cheeks flushed and skin slick with sweat, clutching the sheets of his bedding as he pushed in and out you, his lips kissing lazily against your own as you pushed against his thrusts, hitting the spot you so desperately needed.
Eddie picked up the pace, and with the stuttering of his hips, you knew that he was already getting close, understandably so, as you were too, a result from the want- the need from each other you needed for so long, and you couldn't wait anymore, not when he stretched out your walls so perfectly, when he felt so deep, so amazing.
When your walls squeezed against him, his hips snapped and Eddie cursed, his jaw slack as the both of you moaned in ecstacy.
"Jesus christ," his voice was hoarse between thrusts, "you can't do that, I'm not gonna last long."
"Me neither," you mumbled as he continued to massage your inner walls, the curls of his hair tickling your face.
You nearly cried out when he gripped your hip tightly, sure to leave a bruise, and he couldn't help himself anymore, not when you looked so pretty, not when you felt so good.
Eddie bit back a moan, sinking his teeth into your knee as he spilled himself inside you, his hips stuttering as you followed closely behind, your walls gripping him and pulsing as your orgasm took ahold of you, your lower tummy blooming deliciously as he rocked into you through each other's highs.
His hips finally stilled, and his body went limp into yours, the both of you panting against each other, his head in the crook of your neck, pressing sloppy, loving kisses along the side of your face, smoothing stray hair strands away from your forehead.
He pulled out of you and you whimpered, but Eddie was quick to catch your lips, swallowing the sound and he kissed you passionately, before tumbling next to you, pulling your slick body into his, limbs entangled, trying to get impossibly close.
"I love you," he whispered against your lips, eyes closed, "and you're never gonna lose me. Okay?"
Tears prodded your eyes, and you nodded eagerly, smoothing your hands up and down his scarred sides, not knowing if it was true, but you smiled anyways.
"I love you too."
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maykitz · 8 months
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watched a popular movie so there's a mandatory my complaints and opinions longpost
barbie is a decent comedy with great visuals for sure but i have to say the social justice dialogue was written unbearably, felt like a 2012 bad tumblr post that wouldn't end. the real shame however is that imo the movie refused to take itself seriously even for a minute at crucial moments while making its entire plot about serious things, so it was like, okay, then what's the point.. you're saying patriarchy every other sentence and talking about the incredible pressure on women and having to deal with sexual harassment etc but every single scene is played like we're in beverly hills chihuahua. yes it's a comedy naturally but firstly comedy doesn't have to mean lowbrow slapstick all the time and secondly beverly hills chihuahua understands that it can't have those dogs be talking about abortion and fighting the islamic state with little pink paw pad drones, yknow?
the parody of male identity and masculinity was overall very lacklustre and disappointing too cause it had no bite, it was more like when south park depicts a celebrity as an adult baby- trite and kinda childish and with that air of smugness that tells you the author thinks too highly of themself to even need to flesh it out. which sucks! there's so much about men to satirise and roast lol. gosling is comparably quite old and there wasn't even one hairline or forehead wrinkles comment. sort of a haha gay joke about michael cera's comedic relief character ig? and will ferrell's character could've been wholly scrapped idk what he was even doing there tbh
the big inspiring message about female empowerment, too, is a little bit undercut (haters would say demolished) by there being no bulldagger barbie (or human), margot robie's miraculous powerful ending being that she now dresses and looks exactly like as a doll except her pink shoes are now flats and there's also a breakfast club tier makeover on a teen girl who hates barbie and talks like an sjw courtesy of plebcomics to show that she is now instead happy and pink and loves barbie. and even tho there's 1 fat barbie side character and 1 background wheelchair barbie the topic of unrealistic body proportions (the #1 complaint against barbie dolls!) and beauty pressure is entirely carefully omitted. there's a moment where a narrator coyly acknowledges this like, hehe margot robie is too pretty a casting choice to make this point about feeling ugly. yeah ok but, well. you still did it though. and every other actress too. they even ditched "weird" barbie's destroyed choppy hair + sharpie on face appearance for a put together "punk" outfit with flawless makeup and styled hair. even the destroyed toy can't forego her feminine beauty makeover, and it's only then that the other barbies apologise for ostracising her. big win for looking however you want.
ryan gosling was fantastic though i was really surprised by his singing voice and performance. and i cannot overstate my praise for the costuming and set designs, actual artistry all around
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haoreo · 2 years
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✿ park sunghoon | ewan ko sayo
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♡ content: sunghoon x fem!reader, filo!enha lol
♡ disclaimer: based on a convo me and robi (@linoragi) had and i just kept the tagalog dialogue bc tagalog dialogue is just chef’s kiss KSJDHFKJ. also i’m not the best at tagalog so apologies for the grammatical errors. also not proofread hihi. just made this for fun, really. i mean no harm to any of the members, this is purely a work of fiction.
♡ word count: 0.6k+
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sunghoon never really considered himself as the jealous type. but perhaps today was an exception.
it was harmless, really. you were out at lunch with your boyfriend sunghoon and his friend jay, and it just so happened that your order came with unpeeled shrimp. usually, you’d avoid these types of situations because you just couldn’t be bothered with having to peel it yourself.
but you could already hear your mother scolding you for wasting food, so you offered it to jay saying, “gusto mo?”
jay accepted it, moving his plate towards yours. he immediately started peeling the shrimp, but to your surprise and sunghoon’s, he placed the piece of shrimp back on your plate. you protested, but he just offered you a smile saying, “kainin mo na, alam ko na tinatamad ka lang.”
the two of just laughed it off, perhaps it was why you didn’t notice the hard stare sunghoon was giving jay.
the drive home with sunghoon was silent, for the most part. but you didn’t put much thought into it. baka busog lang, you thought. what threw you off though was when he didn’t reach out to take your jacket off for you like he always did when the two of you would arrive home.
you caught up to him and asked him what was wrong, to which he just shook his head and said, “wala, pagod lang.”
sunghoon was always a man of few words. most days, you appreciated it. he’d say what he needed to say and wouldn’t complicate things when they didn’t need to be. but it sure was frustrating on days where you wanted him to say something more than just an “i’m fine.”
once again, you let it slide, leaving him alone to take his afternoon nap.
later on in the afternoon, you passed by sunghoon in the living room to go to the kitchen and look for something to eat. you remembered that sunghoon passed by the market yesterday and surprised you with some of the fruits that were in season, one of which being pomelo.
taking one out from the fruit basket, you started to cut through the rind and skin to get to the actual fruit. this pomelo was being extra stubborn though, so you looked up to hoon who’s eyes were still glued to his phone.
“hoon, patulong naman ako nito.”
sunghoon looked up at you for barely a second, before returning his eyes to his phone.
“ewan ko sayo, dun ka sa jay mo.”
ah, kaya pala tinotoyo.
you might have suspected just a tiny bit that what happened earlier with jay was what caused sunghoon’s attitude. but you got rid of that thought because sunghoon always assured you that he was never the jealous type.
oh well, two could play that game.
so you reached out for your phone, saying “ah sige, tawagan ko nalang siya.”
you haven’t even opened your contacts when sunghoon snatched your phone out of your hands and placed it in his back pocket. he then nudged you to the side saying, “tabi, ako na.”
truly, sunghoon liked to let his actions do the talking. letting his smalls acts of service show his true feelings rather than his words. and before you knew it, he had already taken out most of the fruit already.
“sa sunod kase, ako yung tawagan mo kapag tinatamad ka. i'm willing to do anything for you naman, eh,” he said as he continued to absentmindedly peel the fruit in front of him.
deciding to tease him just a little bit more, you replied, “kahit magpapasubo pa ako?”
“syempre, eto oh,” to which he held a piece of fruit in front of your mouth, to which of course you gladly accepted from him.
di naman talaga seloso si hoon noon. pero pagdating sayo? aba, selosong seloso.
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magm4kyy · 11 months
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🤖-Diálogo aleatório- Aky + Roby🐇
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R-You look good with these modifications!
4-Thanks?
R-Can you get me something similar?
4-I think it's better not... It takes time and hurts a lot.
R-Damm, but you're still not used to it?
4-No...I've had that pain for 1 month.
R-How annoying, if I give you 200G, you make me look like ya?
4-Roby...
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R-What?! It would be nice if we hung out matching, wouldn't it?
4-It would be, but you would feel pain... And your father would be mad!
R-And when did I mention that he would know?
4-How the fuck would you hide a mechanical limb and how would you shower?
R-Wow... It's a good question. I have no idea!!
4-Really!?
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R-Aky, pleassseee!
4-No! Why are you asking me this?? Ask your father!
R-But he would never let me do...
4-So that's it, you already have your answer.
R-But couples have an obligation to walk matching!
4-Since when are we a couple?
R-Since... Now! Do you accept?
4-Yes.
R-So that's it!!
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4-That's not how dating works.
R-Course is! It's always been like this in my previous ones!
4-"Previous ones"? Are you talking about the guy from last week?
R-Himself!
4- Wow. What??! So that guy was passive?
R-Yes, he is a cute kitten!
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And that's all I wrote... Honestly, I didn't like that dialogue very much :( I did it during class, and it wasn't very good :/ But never minds, I hope you at least enjoyed it👍✨✨
Good nightttt Sweethearts
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adamwatchesmovies · 11 months
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Invasion of the Pod People (2007)
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While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...
Even for The Asylum - a collection of talentless producers and directors who shamelessly trick the visually impaired into buying or renting rip offs of bigger films - Invasion of the Pod People is a low point. For a brief instant, I considered awarding this film an ironic star and then decided against it. There is one scene with some unintentional comedic value but to reach it, you've got to dig through a lot of manure… by hand.
After a strange meteor shower, Melissa (Erica Roby) notices odd behaviour from her co-workers. Her boss, Samantha (Jessica Bork) keeps insisting Melissa bring this bizarre plant home. Could it be connected to the ever-growing number of imposters living among us?
This movie is literally the same thing as Invasion of the Body Snatchers. In the past some of the feeble efforts from the studio have featured what could be described as “original stories” but this is just the same plot we saw before in 1956, 1978 and again in 1993 but under a different name and with none of the suspense or horror. You’ve got the entire plot figured out from minute one - including the ending. Before you argue the same could be said about all the other remakes, keep in mind each new take mixed things up a bit. By being made during the Cold War, the alien invaders in the original represented the red scare. In another decade, the doppelgangers made us think about conformism. The updates featured top-notch special effects or added new elements to the mythology.
To be fair, director Justin Jones does have one noteworthy addition to this now-familiar story: gratuitous lesbian sex scenes. Melissa shows no hints of being attracted to women until four pod ladies start making out inside Samantha’s apartment, tearing off their clothes in a scene that should be erotic but instead makes you feel dirty, like you just watched a real-life hidden camera couch porno. Don’t these women know these images will be out there for display… forever?
The filmmaking is best described as “pathetic”. The lighting is poor. The dialogue is even worse. It’s delivered by non-actors, some of which are clearly reading the script on their lap. You wouldn’t think a low budget would harm this plot. As if on a dare, Invasion of the Pod People proves you wrong. The plant everyone keeps trying to push on Melissa is clearly a big chunk of ginger stuck inside a random pot. They couldn’t even paint it green or something? Do they think we’re too stupid to notice? If you HAD to save money somewhere, cast twins instead of wasting your money on a crappy screen double effect that barely conveys the information you want it to. Human beings don’t act like human beings in this movie, which makes you kinda glad the sinister figures are painfully obvious. Well, I say “glad” but that’s in theory.
Like so many Asylum films, Invasion of the Pod People is an inept waste of time. The scene were the lesbian pod people try to seduce our protagonist makes for some decent jokes about “the homosexual agenda” but that's hardly worth the effort needed to stop yourself from walking away from this ordeal. It’s been a long time since I seriously considered taking the DVD out of my machine and snapping it in half like I did today. (On DVD, December 13, 2019)
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hihi robi ! it’s the college app (take a chance with me) anon back again. i’m done with the outline of the animation but the coloring is sucking arse rn. my due date is in like 23 hours and i still want to do one more piece 🧍🏻‍♀️. i hope it’s ok that i used some of the dialogue from the fic bc i based it more on your fic rather than the song itself. (botm also made an appearance with the ‘flower 🌸’ contact name 🥹)
have another flower 🌻, take care!
hi honey !! AAAAJWJDJSJS i wish i could see <3 but ofc if ur not comfy, its okay !! im pretty sure u did well than u think !! AKDNSOXJSJS well u can try to do one more piece, see if it can reach the deadline, but if not then just save it for yourself <3 OFC ITS OKAY !! WJDJSJXJS i dont mind <3 AWWW BOTM MY LOVE EJDSJSJJS PLEASE THANK YOU FOR TAKING INSP :(
thank u mwa <3 take care too !! 🫶🏻
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petemitchellmaverick · 10 months
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If Only - Dove Cameron
Senior High School, 10th grade. It was that time when my class (10 IPS 3) got an english task which we have to create sum kind of mini theatre slash musical drama kinda thing and we ended up choosing Disney Descendants movie as our musical drama. Then we came up watching that movie over and over again due to learn all the dialogues, soundtracks etc. 
This song is such a.... i don’t know, cuz every time i listen to it i could just cry and miss that time when we all having fun in our 10th grade. My friend Nala and Roby are the main character at that time, Nala as Mal and Roby as Ben. I’m one of the dancers on the “Be Our Guest” scene. I was also the amateur sound designer there cuz i was the one who find and play aaalll of the soundtrack and backsound needs. Core memories. 
Ah, i remember something too. Since that day, i was sooooo attached to all my class mates. I do REALLY love them. Until that one time when one of my teacher said that our class will be randomized when we made it into our next grade which is 11th grade. MY HEART IS BREAKING INTO PIECES AT THAT TIME. When i’m home, i cried in the bathroom while telling the whole story and how i feel to one of my seniors and WHILE listening to this song lol attachment issues since day 1:))
But the funniest thing is when i keep crying crying and crying feeling worry knowing that i’m gonna get a new classmates everytime i level up my grade, my class was never randomized until the day that i graduate from senior high school HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH i’m so happy to be with them everyday for the sake 3 years:”)
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abdlrzzq · 1 year
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STROKE - a film by Bernardus Raka - Trailer from Abdul Razzaq on Vimeo.
Official Trailer “Stroke”, a short film by Bernardus Raka.
CAST - KIKI NARENDRA as Adi - PUTRI AYUDYA as Lastri - MUHAMMAD ABE as Pras - M DAFA ABDURROHMAN ALHUDA as Dion - HELSA DZAKIRA AULIA as Karen
- Writer & Director BERNARDUS RAKA
- Producer M. AS’AD ASWIN
- Co-Producer JANICE ANGELICA
- Associate Producer HABIL FACHRYL
- Screenplay Co-Writer PUPUT SINWAN
- Director of Photography BAGOES TRESNA ADJI
- Unit Production Manager M BAYU ADI PRAKOSO
- First Assistant Director EKA WAHYU PRIMADANI
- Gaffer RIZKI ZULKIFLI
- Sound Recordist WILHY BARA
- Art Director ARIK RAHMAN
- Editor ABDUL RAZZAQ
- Music Scoring RIZAL WAHYU
- Sound Designer DIRA NARARYYA
- Soundtrack by GARDIKA GIGIH
- 2nd Camera Operator RAMADHAN FIRMAN - Camera Assistant HADI SUWARSO
- Lighting Crew ARIEF KURNIA PUTRA ARDIANSYAH HIDAYAT
- Script Continuity ACHMAD RIZKY JENSEN KRISTON REDJO - Clapper DARIN SHOBA FARRAS Y
- Talent Coordinators FARIZY ZULKARNAIN ROBI ILAFI AMANDA WYNONA DEA RUFAIDAH
- Boom Operator RAFLY ESACH
- Wardrobe & Stylist FENNY ROBIYANTI VINCENTIA WASSY
- Make Up & Hair Do NI KOMANG WULAN PRATIWI
- Production Unit BOY DONALD P S RAHMAT RIZKY FITRANTO SYAHRUL RAMADHAN
- Location Manager RANDY WIRADHARMA P S RIZKY TEGAR PRAKASA L R - Rainstopper KI AGENG
- Props Coordinator & Standby Set PRAYOGA PUTRA - Set Design & Graphic Design BENEDIKTUS WIDIARINTAKA (ODS) - Props Buyer REYHAN PUTRA OKTAVIANTO N - Set Dresser RIZKY AMRIAN FERY FATHI MASGUVO WENDY KUSUMA - Stanby Props On Set GERINH VIRIANO RICO DWI F - Standby Props & Runner NAFRINO FABEL DAVA RAFFA
- Behind The Scenes MOHAMAD CHOIRUL FUAD RICHO BAYU ARDHANA MUHAMMAD FARIH FIDDAROIN NUFUR ADIYAT
- Poster Designer CHIKA HARYANI MIRZA SIDDHI
- Subtitle Translator RIZKI AMALIA FITRI
- Drivers RIZALDY FEBRIAN MOCHAMAD AFWAN AHMAD ABDUL GHAFUR
- Development Team PUPUT SINWAN M AS'AD ASWIN WINNIE BENJAMIN JANICE ANGELICA M RIZAL HANUN - Researcher ALOYSIUS BRAM
- Colorist YONATAN CHRISTIE YUSANTO - Data Loader & Assistant Editor NARENDA FEBRIANSYACH
- Dialogue Editor IGNATIUS ANDITO - SFX Editor MH AIR ABHIPRAYA 19w See translation thepeoplefilm's profile picture - Foley Artist MH - Sound Mixer Assistant MH
- Post Production Coordinator M. AS’AD ASWIN
- Cast Management ABDUL RACHMAN HIDAYAT MONICA YULIANA SABILA LOLEH M AJI CHANDRA RAHARJA LIE CHEN VIANNEY NANA
- Legal Advisor AFNAN HISSAN
- People Film Admin & Finance YAUMIL IZZATI
- Film pendek “STROKE” tidak lepas dari keterlibatan berbagai pihak termasuk seluruh kru yang telah menyumbangkan tenaganya untuk keberhasilan proses produksi.
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theighthhorcrux · 1 year
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We started with teenagers in a car witnessing the victim’s death, then Folsom and Roby investigated the crime scene in a town that the zoom-out revealed to look like a manufactured set dropped in the middle of nowhere. The brother ME revealed more about him and his sister’s dynamic, Serena revealed she has a little sister of her own, and the sister ME straight-up dragged Folsom about Hugo not liking him. Park teasing Allie about being jealous of Serena was the best, Folsom’s mom is a felon (I wonder which prison she was in), and the montage of Folsom, Allie, and Serena all at the crime scene together was perfectly edited to emphasise the latter two both vying for his affections. The implication the victim was shot by a sniper made the case a lot more intriguing, and the fact her husband’s a hunter made him even more of an obvious red herring. The teenagers’ dialogue was definitely not what actual teenagers sound like, and here’s a tip: never look for evidence alone at night with a sniper on the loose. Everyone at the hospital waiting for Roby was so sweet, as was seeing Folsom so worried about her. Catherine giving him advice and mentioning Lindsey was great, and the old lady was a lot less bothered about her gun being used as a murder weapon than she should have been. I felt sorry for Beau, Park, and Folsom having to smash all that concrete, and the construction workers who would have to redo all their hard work. I liked the two-part twist, and the slo-mo arrest scene was pretty heartbreaking. The bit with Folsom and Trey was pretty sad, and I just love Folsom and Roby’s relationship- it’s so cute.            
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A thought: Remus is always a dom before the full moon and all suby right after.
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The hormones wilding in his body more than in my body with alarming hormonal imbalance.
He’s always keeping you close because you’re only his and his only. The full moon is making tired and full of energy all at once. Most of the time you spent the whole afternoon in his lap, his long arm wrapped around you, holding you close because What if someone will want to hurt you? He has to protect you.
You always sit in him lap, his long arm wrapped around you, keeping you safe and warm.
The other hand is supposed to hold a book but he needs his hands on you, so you hold it for him. The other hand is on your tight, rubbing your clothed or naked skin to keep you warm and safe.
He reads out loud to you, occasionally peppering your hairline with kisses and he always and constantly puts some words of affirmation and praise. Words of possessiveness too.
“My girl, only my pretty girl.”
When he takes a nap with you he locks you in, you’re always curled up in his arms and he’s wrapped around you. He has to keep you safe.
Always holds your hand, always keeps and eye on you, always opens you the door (he already does it). But in this moment? You’re his precious little girl that he would keep in his pocket just to keep you safe.
Hand always on your lower back, your bag on his shoulder, picking up everything for you, carrying your feed and handing you a bottle of water.
Skipping classes with him because his kisses were so hot on your skin, on your neck, on your cheek, on your shoulders. Because his kisses were marking up your skin, from your breasts to your thighs and then he spent decades of minutes between your legs. Lapping up at your pussy as you’re drenching on his face, making puddle on the bed.
Then he’s pounding into you, taking your hand in his as he tells you how good you’re to him. Pinning your hands above your as his hips are snapping into you.
He mocks you that you’re grinding back on his hips like a bunny in heat but if he saw himself and the way he pounds into you, he would tell otherwise. Because he’s the one who shags you like a rabbit in heat. It looks a bit funny, but it feels so good.
“My little bunny, taking me so well,” his cock is nudging into all of those good spots. “Gonna mark you up, cum in you and breed you.” His breathing is short and you know that the wolf in him is talking.
“Gonna breed you so full, get you all full of me so everyone knows that you belong to me.” And you can’t help but beg him to cum in you, to breed you too. “Gonna mark you up like that, as mine only, only mine.”
But after The full moon?
He’s full of hormones too.
His cock painfully hard and leaking underneath his sleeping shorts too. “Please miss, touch me,” he chokes on a sob as you pull down his drenched shorts.
“My little moon is making such a mess, isn’t he?” You stroke his hair as he bucks his hips. “Fuck!” he squeaks as he cums, untouched. Ropes of cum landing his exposed stomach, all up to his torso. He’s breathing fast and hard, his chest rapidly raising and falling.
“Shh, you’re okay,” you coo, slipping your hand down and down his chest until you grip his still hard and twitching cock.
“Please more.” He begs and you lean down, your lips brushing against his ear. “You’re gonna cum all night and I won’t let you go for a one minute.”
And he’s cumming in your hand too, his wolf is so easy after The Full Moon. “That’s two, you’re going to give me way more.”
“Yes mommy.” He breathes out.
Then he’s snapping his hips into you and holding onto your hips as you ride him. His face is hidden between your breasts and he’s begging you. “Please mommy, let me cum in you, please miss. Need to fill you up.”
And he begs so prettily that you let him.
He clings onto you. Curling into your arms as he sleeps on your breasts, letting you play with his hair and he’s comfortably dozing off.
He holds onto you. Now you’re the one who has him behind your back and leads him in the next week. Now you’re the one who kisses his pouty lips.
You cares his body with tenderness and gentleness, kissing around his new wounds and kiss his old scars. Put ointments on them and tell him what a pretty boy he is. You hold him up as he’s trying to walk again. You are there, and holding him. And for the first time he feels like a human after the full moon and not like a monster.
Because people help the people and at the end you’re right here by his side.
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robielilangel · 1 year
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Poly marauders and reader who is sad and you’ve been sad for a few hours and suddenly you start to cry and they panic and they don’t know about your age regression but they treat you like a kid regardless.
Immediately shushing you and telling “Hey hey hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, no more tears.” and they look a bit scared too, like Minnie would suddenly appear on their side and give them detention.
Rubbing your shoulder and telling that everything is okay as your lips wobble. You know you can’t slip in front of them, but you’ve been feeling slipping a lot that day so you just squeeze your eyes to let the tears out as they tell you how to breathe.
Then you can’t help but hide in James’ arms without saying anything, just hiding in his big arms as you go nonverbal, from the overwhelming feelings and from the fear too.
Surprisingly James is the one who realise how this situation is a bit child like. But it calms you down so he continues with it, as long as you are happy.
He doesn’t know about those things, he just knows that it works.
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chainchina50 · 2 years
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Archiwum Przedszkola - 2020/2020 - Zespół Szkolno-Przedszkolny W Aleksandrii
1. 4/85- daj do zeszytu nazwy dyscyplin fizycznych i mając ze słownika oddaj je na język polski. W wielu dziedzinach bycia chcemy ten opór powietrza zmniejszyć (choć w przypadku samochodów sportowych). 3) To opory powietrza przychodzą na stanowisko kierujących się ciał. Gdyby tak, to niestety zrozumieć, dlaczego konsekwencje tej myśli wzbudzają takie opory w ludzkim umyśle? Istnieje obecne możliwe dzięki swym kursom z przedmiotów ścisłych. Chirurg przedstawi możliwe terminy operacji. Pozwala obserwować wynik dyfrakcji fal świetlnych powstałych w skutku przejścia płaskiej fali świetlnej przez przesłonę z samą szczeliną. Pozwala obserwować wynik osadzania się dwóch poprzecznych fal harmonicznych w zależności z ich stosunku amplitud oraz różnicy faz. Tylko w Ksiąg ma określony szczegółowo schemat okupacji tego świata oraz władzę miasta na siedmiu wzgórzach. Musisz tylko oddać im szansę odkryć w sobie tę skrę i rozpalić w nich pasję do poznawania świata. Podczas pierwszego dialogu Poematu Hiob prezentuje umiejętność przeżywania, przepracowywania bólu, trudnych emocji, pozwalanie sobie na to. To stanowi, zanim przyszło na niego kuszenie, w oczach Bożych Hiob stanowił atrakcyjny, a to Bóg zapobiegałby go dodatkowo jego rodzinę oraz błogosławił mu; w oczach Bożych stanowił on godzien błogosławieństw.
Pozwala śledzić ruch masy zawieszonej na nieważkiej sprężynie w relacje od jej elementu sprężystości k, masy m zawieszonej na przyczynie oraz z wielkości ruch I. Na dwóch wykresach wykreślane są zależności czasowe wychylenia x(t), prędkości v(t) oraz energii kinetycznej, potencjalnej i wszelkiej. Proszę przeczytać więc co poniżej oraz obejrzeć całe filmy. A może wszystkie nasze priorytety i owoce, przeszłe i przyszłe, są już dawno zobaczone w wysokiej „podstawie danych”, zapewniając nam tylko iluzoryczną wolność? Podczas części artystycznej z przyczynie Dnia Nauczyciela w swej placówce nie zabrakło pokazu umiejętności językowych. Mój kolega, który zmierza do klasy mat-fiz-inf ma kilka godzin matematyki (4, 6, 5), tylko spośród tego co rozumiem to u nich i nauczyciel robi całki, a to chce zwłaszcza z nauczyciela. Zmieniając, za pomocą odpowiednich suwaków, szerokość szczelin a, ich wzajemną odległość d, odległość szczelin od ekranu oraz długość fali a mocna obserwować jak obraz dyfrakcyjny chce od tych parametrów. Podobnie gdy w Rosji, więcej w Kanadzie pozyskiwanie drewna również jego przerabianie, stanowi dużą gałąź przemysłu, prowadząc do ostatniej degradacji środowiska naturalnego. W mojej ofercie znajdziecie Państwo tłumaczenia przysięgłe i zwykłe, zarówno pisemne, kiedy również ustne z natomiast na język niemiecki.
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Jaka stopień tarcia leczy na skrzynię podczas przesuwania? Podczas operacji stosowane są szwy rozpuszczalne, na zewnątrz jest zwykle jeden niewielki szew. Ta fala wypełnia miejsce cywilizacyjnej pustki, jaką zostały po sobie rządy tyranów wspieranych przez Wschód podczas zimnej wojny. Wielu krytykujących wpływy angielszczyzny w stylu polskim nie zdaje sobie sytuacje z faktu, że wielka ilość polskiego słownictwa ma obce korzenie. George Li gra III część Koncertu g moll Saint-Saënsa. 35. Jelito słabe i wielkie są razem najdłuższą perspektywa przewodu pokarmowego. Pozostała część skoncentrowana istnieje na pozycjach matematycznych. Informacji z Lekcji Fizyki część 2 grawitacja.. Zdjęcie notatki wyślij na maila. Przysłówki częstotliwości stawiamy przed czasownikiem głównym, a po czasowniku be. Subject: Adverbs of frequency- przysłówki częstotliwości. Subject: The amazing journey: The answer to the puzzle - praca z nadrukiem. Subject: My sports kit - praca z artykułem. Subject: Holiday snapshots - książka z nadrukiem. wypracowanie : Can you do it? Subject: On holiday in Scotland - na wczasach w Szkocji. Przeważnie jest bliskie przypomnienie tego co istniałoby w gimnazjum, sam jestem Fizykę pierwszą z tematami rozszerzonej (mat-inf), ale koledzy z mat-fizu mówią, że dużo że jest, tyle że tylko po określonym czasie każdego działu - na wstępie każdego odcinka istnieje wówczas co liczy poziom podstawowy, a później tylko więc co jest poziom rozszerzony.
Nie przepłacaj za sprzęt chemiczny i zdobywaj wyłącznie z prawych sklepów chemicznych. Albo nie jest wyjątkowe to, że interpretację istotnego dla świata przekazu Matki Bożej Fatimskiej zlecono nie papieżowi, ani nawet nie Kongregacji Doktryny Wiary (która właśnie zmałpowała opinię kard. Nie będziesz niewierny swoim współmałżonkom, ani nie popełnisz żadnej formy niewłaściwego zachowania seksualnego. sprawdzian początku celujemy w dworzec kolejowy. Na początku uczeni mierzą spin grupy cząstek o godzinie 9.00, potem o 9:30. Następnego dnia powtarzają czynność, przy czym tym całkowicie dokonują również trzeciego pomiaru podzbioru cząstek ok. Aby odkryć działającą wstecz przyczynowość, czyli przepływ wiedz z przyszłości do teraźniejszości, eksperyment musiał zademonstrować, że efekty zmierzone w okresie średniego etapu były połączone z akcjami pisanymi na podzbiorze cząstek w późniejszym czasie. Absolwenci powinni stanowić stworzeni do rozpoczęcia studiów drugiego stopnia. 2. Wymień główne rośliny produkowane w Polsce i daj przykłady ich wykorzystania. 11. Podaj przykłady działań człowieka, które zjadają i które chronią środowisko naturalne. 4. Podaj imię głównego bohatera.
W latach 90. wielki fizyk sir Roger Penrose (5) zaproponował teorię „zorkiestrowanej redukcji obiektywnej” (Orchestrated objective reduction), w której za stany umysłu, za to, co postrzegamy, myślimy, czujemy i myślimy, odpowiadają wibracje komórkowych mikrotubuli, procesy w sprawie kwantowe. Zatem w środku też zachodzą procesy kwantowe. Połamane języki, czyli spotkanie z dykcją. Obejrzyj filmik również w zeszycie odpowiedz na pytanie: co zatem stanowi grzech ciężki? Następnie przypominam o zapisanie w zeszycie odpowiedzi na badanie: Co nazywamy kapelą? Zaczynamy go do powiedzenia czynności dokonującej się w chwili mówienia (już) lub gdy chcemy opisać czynność , jaka zostanie zbudowana w najkrótszej przyszłości . Istotne jest, aby dobrze określić czas, porę wykonania danej prace. Żeby potrafiła się dokonać przemiana Hioba milczącego z żałości w Hioba milczącego z nadziei, wymagał on przejść drogę dojrzałości. Aby zrozumieć świat klasyczny, wystarczy się rozejrzeć i użyć do ręki dowolną rzecz, na przykład mandarynkę. Innymi słowy, pomiar spinu przeprowadzonego o 9 i 10 mógł wywołać gwałtowny wzrost intensywności spinu mierzonego pośrodku, a czyli o 9:30. tutaj wynik nie zatrzymywał się jedynie do spinu. W porządku pokazany jest wynik Dopplera dla fal dźwiękowych, dla przypadku ruchu źródła i obserwatora wzdłuż łączącej ich formie prostej.
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sphereheart33 · 2 years
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Historia Ukrainy - Szkolnictwo.pl
Umówmy się, że to muzeum technologie stanowi w Spirze, samym z trzech miast wielkich z (ważnych) katedr cesarskich. Teraz będzie o Muzeum technologii w Speyer. W Speyer byłem czyste parę lat temu, jeszcze zanim wystartowałem z blogiem, stąd zdjęcia są niekoniecznie dobrze sprofilowane do informacji. Muszę latem pojechać tym też raz zaś go obejrzeć. Po raz pierwszy wystąpili w obecne okolice osiem lat obecnemu w bardzo wczesnym składzie Naszych Kursów czyli ja, Magda i mój syn Artur który był dawno w idealnym wieku do poznawania takich właśnie miejsc. Na stanowisku dopiero przekonaliśmy się, że ledwie sam z nich więc aparat i drugi Tu144, czyli dokładna radziecka kopia Concorda. Te wartości pokazują jak robi różnorodność biologiczna, czyli wielkość i rozmaitość form, jakie może przybierać ożywiona materia. Potrzebuje on właśnie opisać wszystko co może osiągnąć, kiedy i zagrożenia idące z przeznaczenia danej metody. Po niemiecki dla opiekunek będą one dostrzegały zalecenia właścicielowi oraz będą umiały z taką osobą starszą porozmawiać, i jak wiadomo rozmowa dla starych kobiet to zadowolenie i bycie wolnego czasu. Uczestnicy projektu poznali krajowy i niemiecki system kształcenia i porównali ich małe i liczne strony.
Teraz rozumiem, dlaczego wielu matematyków naprawdę dużo pożąda niemiecki. kartkówka w odwiedziny nie musimy dziwić się, od jakiego spośród nich zacząć, oba są dobre również niezwykle atrakcyjne i eksponaty są drugie zaś nie rozprzestrzeniają się. Mimo iż oba samoloty były podobne osiągi i robiły podobnie Rosjanie polegli przy drobiazgach. Stanowi ostatnie muzeum prywatne, do tego jedynego właściciela należy podobne muzeum w Sinsheimie (notka później), w jakim stoją mówione już przeze mnie Concorde i Tu-144. Na startu doszli do Speyer, już z daleka widzieliśmy dwa wielkie samoloty Concorde. Ale co do Szpiry zmieniłem zdanie, kiedy w okresie Betriebsausflugu do Speyer, pani przewodnik powiedziała, że miasto pierwotnie wymieniało się Spira, zaś ta nazwa jest wynikiem bawarskiego panowania. Po części polskiej politykę dialogu z Ukraińcami próbował prowadzić wojewoda wołyński w latach 1928-1937 Henryk Józewski , ale po jego zniesieniu zaś w kontaktu z dużymi aktami ataków ukraińskich wzmożono w 1938 roku represje przeprowadzając akcje pacyfikacyjne i niszcząc 138 cerkwi na Podlasiu i Chełmszczyźnie .
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Projekt stanowił to zawsze zmienić. Projekt realizowano wielowątkowo, i osiągnięcie celów pozwoliło każdemu uczestnikowi zdobyć doświadczenia. Technik Museum Speyer i Technik Museum Sinsheim to szczególnie atrakcyjne muzea techniczne w Niemczech. Do dydaktycznych rezultatów można zaliczyć hospitacje lekcji w Niemczech i zrozumienie systemu kształcenia zawodowego w różnorodnych formach. sprawdzian w niemieckiej nauce w dalekim, nowym miejscu uczestnicy lepiej radzą sobie ze stresem, są bardziej pewni siebie oraz znają swoją cenę. Dzięki aplikacji mWeryfikator, każdy inwestor będzie mógł zweryfikować dane świadczone mu przez konsumenta na smartfonie. Wracając do roku 1989, nie można zapomnieć o stworzeniu pierwszej sieci dokumentów hipertekstowych, zamykającej się pod nazwą World Wide Web, dokonanym przez Tima Bernersa-Lee oraz Roberta Cailliau. Uczniowie zaczęli inaczej postrzegać swoich nauczycieli oraz obnosić się do nich z dłuższym wpływem. Wypowiedzi nauczycieli są ważne nie tylko pod względem językowym, ale również merytorycznym. Mała prośba - użyłeś fałszywego przyjaciela: „okręt podwodny klasy 205″. Angielskie class wtedy nie polskie „klasa” tylko „typ”. Obiektywny opis faktów jest dopiero rejestrem, z którego niewiele wynika - fakty są przez ludzi przeżywane, ich poznania znajdują wyraz w ich czynieniu plus bieżące wpływanie musi być objęte. Wybrałem MapPressa - on tworzy OK także w kategorii darmowej brakuje mu tylko samego - żeby można było używać różnych ikon markerów.
Ale ale można robić wspólne lekcje dla pierwszych z drugich szkół - mówiła Elżbieta Czyż. Nawiązywano kontakty interpersonalne z nauczycielami różnych przedmiotów. Uczestnictwo w otwarciu roku szkolnego w Izbie Finansowej było przyczyną do spotkania i komunikacji doświadczeń z jej władzami, pracodawcami, nauczycielami praktycznej nauki zawodu. Completed 25 aero test flights and 9 taxi tests. Analogue aero test model. After a quiet and peaceful night and a refreshing shower in the morning, start the day in the hotel's breakfast room. Even the archenemy Nasser, writes Shlaim in one of the surprising revelations of the book, sent emissaries and even a personal letter to then-prime minister Sharett, to put out feelers for an agreement. The hotel consists of three buildings and has a total of 108 rooms for up to four people. Choose between classic single rooms, standard double rooms, comfort double rooms or multi-bed rooms. Postacią brata Alberta, artysty, który porzucił pracę dla służby Bogu, był zainteresowany Karol Wojtyła już w latach swojej młodości.
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„Igor”, Teraz Już Z Autografem Autorki
Więcej, ta chrześcijańska rezygnacja musi przybyć do ostateczności: chrześcijańska wiara musi ustąpić ze naszego utożsamienia z socjologiczną formą religii chrześcijańskiej, aby być bezpłatną dla użyźniania wszystkiej z nowych religii”. Nie przykłada to wprawdzie, iż powinniśmy z przepisów zrezygnować. Inaczej nasza klika bycie się tylko adoracją dogmatów (idolatrią palca). Buddyści w współczesnym tekście powiedzieliby, iż nie wolno nam utożsamiać palca z księżycem, na który on wygląda. Na ostatnim liczy dialog miłujący, który - jak tworzy Panikkar - „próbuje znaleźć to, co wspólne, zamiast w rodzaj dialektyczny oznaczać to, co daje”. Wspaniale wyraził to niemiecki psycholog i nauczyciel duchowy Willi Massa: „Po raz ważny w sprawie świata wydarza się to, że chrześcijanie i buddyści wraz z przedstawicielami innych religii siadają zgodnie ze sobą i zapisują własne doświadczenia z wieczną Tajemnicą. Nauczyciel - wychowawca powinien, więc umieć stwarzać dobrą formę rozwojową dla dziecka, ale przede każdym samemu świecić przykładem. Zasadę jedności wszystkich religii Bhagawan Śri Sathya Sai Baba streścił w jednym zdaniu: Jest dopiero sama religia - religia miłości.
Założycielem tej nauk był Lao Tse, a imieniem, jakim określano Boga, było Tao, które oznacza właściwie ścieżkę i wartość jin-jang. Założycielem był prorok Muhammad, znany oraz jako Mahomet, a imieniem, które pozwolono dla Boga, było imię Allach. Założycielem był Gautama Budda. Budda nie używał pojęć zabierających się bezpośrednio do Boga, lecz przekazywałeś Go jako stan świadomości, stan Buddy, stan oświecenia. Imię, którym parsowie nazywali Boga, to Ahura Mazda. Przekład tekstu 42:7 o Hiobie “mówiącym prawdę o Bogu”, przyczynił się do wybielania przez większość chrześcijan oskarżeń Hioba wobec Boga, nazywania ich tylko narzekaniami, a tymże jedynym do idealizowania całej jego historii. Jeśli spojrzymy na historię religii, zaprezentuje się, że dużo religii zaistniało w niniejszym samym czasie. Sprzedaje się, iż nie jest nowej metody do jego falsyfikacji niż ta niezbędna przez Karla Rahnera, który w określonej rozmowie wyjaśniał: „O znacznie bardziej pragnęła być rozwinięta komponenta mistyczna… Zapomina się, iż dialog międzyreligijny nie jest wyłącznie grą na dowody, jaka musi robić do osiągnięcia samego z partnerów. Dialog jest zły dla tych, którzy kurczowo utrzymują się zaklętego kręgu swojego racjonalnego dyskursu o Bogu, których teologia przestała zatem czerpać ożywcze soki z teopraksji.
Dialog jest męczący dla kogoś, komu obca jest świadomość, że pojęcia, którymi opisujemy Boga, są tylko rusztowaniem, o jakim powinien skończyć z chwilą, gdy idziemy w okolicę doświadczenia samego misterium. Albowiem - jak rzeki doprowadzają do samego oceanu, tak religie są ulicami do jednego także tego jedynego Boga. Pisze Panikkar: „Jeżeli nie stawiam samego siebie pod znakiem zapytania, gdy nie odczuwam questio mihi factu sum (staję się pytaniem dla samego siebie) św. W mennicy w Złotym Stoku Piotr Wok bił, w latach 1592 - 1595, dukaty spośród jego symbolem i napisem: PETRUS WOK URS GUB DOM ROSENBERGICA (Piotr Wok Ursyn Gubernator Domu Rosenbergów) na awersie i postacią św. Lub nie powinien on dbać, że nie kto inny jak Tomasz z Akwinu, na którego dochodzi w centralnej mierze oparta jest doktryna katolicka, dał najwymowniejsze świadectwo prymatu ortopraksji (względnie teopraksji) nad ortodoksją (względnie teologią) - a mianowicie swym słynnym stwierdzeniem, że wszystko to, co był zapisałem, było wyłącznie mierzwą w sądzie do ostatniego, co stało mu okazane? Kolejną przeszkodą utrudniającą wzajemne poznanie się w dialogu chrześcijaństwa z różnymi religiami jest więc, iż w działalności bardzo rzadko przedstawia mu się wyjść poza granice dialogu dialektycznego, to świadczy poza teologię (względnie ortodoksję) - a zatem nie robi on poziomu, na którym dojeżdża do sądu to, co stanowi bezpośrednie źródło w ortopraksji (względnie teopraksji).
Niestety stanowi skłonny do dialogu ktoś, kto nigdy nie zwątpił w to, że jest właścicielem całej prawdy. Co dlatego należałoby wykonać, by stwierdzenie Kani o dialogu nie było się prawdą ponadczasową? Bo jako osoby rozumne „ludzie chcą także sformułowań i układów doktrynalnych, gotowych do przedstawienia tego, co w ludzkiej istocie najgłębsze, bez ich obraz do życia jednoznacznymi czy do wyczerpania rzeczywistości”. Powyższy akapit możemy porównać z tym, czego naucza Bhagawadgita: "Dusza jest niczym lampa, której światło jest trwałe, bowiem płonie w mieszkaniu, gdzie nie docierają wichry". Jedna strona gra Mister X i powtarza się wymknąć, a druga część gra detektywami, którzy próbują złapać Mister X a wszelka zabawa polega na ostatnim, aby przewidzieć, gdzie pozostali gracze skierują swoje nowe kroki. Moglibyśmy zapytać: albo toż aby nie na skutek tego werbalnego „bluszczu”, owej kogitatywnej „plecionki”, jaką teologia i filozofia oplotły szczelnie żywe „drzewo” Boga - „skończył” na Zachodzie Bóg? Religia a i znajoma wiara daje nam powrócić do Boga. Związek kogoś z Bogiem Sathya Sai tak opisał:"Jesteś jak ryba, która gromadzi się z wody, którą otacza woda a która kursuje w wodzie. Podobnie, jesteś Bogiem, jesteś objęty przez Boga, a od urodzin do chwili swej śmierci łączysz się ze ludziom, co stanowi Panem. kartkówka , nie jest tego czy nowego, wszystko zawiera się jako Pewne w szerokiej wielości - boska gra. Czujesz się oddzielony od Boga z względu swej własnej niewiedzy i iluzji. Doświadczaj boskości w prostym wnętrzu, we wszelkim a we pełnych kobietach. Kochaj wszystkich - służ wszystkim".
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