#£2.46

[sunnyvicky]

Image ID:

A photo from the linked website, the username at the top is "wifegideonnav", and below it is the number of notes from original posts, while below that are posts counted, how many are original out of all. The number of original posts is circled in red and labelled "number of original posts"

End ID

eta: the third to last option says 500-999 shhh

how to find the number: use this page to calculate the total number of notes your original posts have gotten, then divide by the number of original posts (and round the result however you see fit). here's mine as an example:

so i divide 142,200 by 626 and get 227.16, which i then round to 227 average notes per post

[nksistemas]

Git 2.46: Mejoras, Correcciones y Nuevo Tipo de Mapas de Bits

El equipo de desarrollo de Git ha lanzado la versión 2.46, trayendo consigo un conjunto de mejoras significativas y nuevas características que prometen optimizar aún más esta herramienta esencial para el control de versiones. Esta actualización llega tras tres meses de desarrollo intensivo, y entre sus novedades se destaca el soporte experimental para un nuevo tipo de mapas de bits, mejoras en la…

[astrometrych]

Astronomy #Space #Espace #Astrometry

[echochqmber]

"average person has 2.46 faces" factoid is actually just statistical error. average person has one face. the kingdom of xianle is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[ashton-ryder]

He nodded at her silent response, Ashton couldn't help the nostalgic sigh thinking back to those days, "yeah I had to get over it the hard way though. They say punishment is a great motivator." Which was true. He hated his sergeant at that moment but he couldn't deny that it didn't not work. A laughter bubbled up trying to imagine the scene, offering a hand out, "well, since you're here, wanna try again? I promise you won't break my hand." One isn't easily broken once you've broken enough times. There are at least dozens of scenarios where the only thing standing between life and death for them is this roof, and it couldn't hurt to help her tackle this now in case life rolls a dice onto one of those scenarios. "There was a great piece of advice that was given to me; rather than don't look down," Ashton pointed upwards, "keep looking up." To the stars, the clouds, the birds, -not the sun-, but anything above you and your eye level. Scientifically keeping your body weight lifted, and psychologically keeping your focus away from the millions of ways it could go wrong below. "Huh, really? I thought we lived on the third floor because we're broke and couldn't afford New York rent," a lighthearted joke or two couldn't hurt either.

He was sweet, and she was thankful for his understanding, feeling just a touch less silly for her inability to step away from the safety of the wall at her back. Eyes flicking over to him at his confession, her brows went up in surprise, especially with the ease with which he moved around. "I think I just about broke his hand I held it so hard... and then... I didn't go too far." Really she'd managed maybe six feet from the anchor of the stairwell structure, but that was more than she could say for right now. "I don't understand people who want to be this high up. If we were supposed to be up high... we'd have grown wings." Despite the tension in her voice, there was still a bit of joking to it as she tried to relieve some of it. "This is why I live on the third floor."

[fir3ylolol]

break up, make up

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: You and Johnny didn't end your relationship on a good note. You've successfully avoided him, but what happens when you both end up at the same bar??

word count: 2.46 k

tw: Vaginal sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, afab!reader, gn pronouns, dom!reader, sub!johnny cage, forgiveness, make up sex, vaginal penetration, grinding, semi-public sex, begging, mentions of cheating, making out, no spoilers, he's so pussywhipped dude, praise kink, no other canon characters, smut, shameless smut, porn with plot

a/n: I've never really written fic b4 so I hope it's not shit. Slightly inspired by 3d-wifey, they are an actually good writer

Ao3

Johnny stared daggers at you from across the room. Why did he have to show up here? It had been a couple of months since you two split up and this was the first time you’d seen each other since. All you wanted was a nice night out with friends, which was already hard enough. But there he is, just 1000 feet away.

It hadn’t been easy. You had been with him for over a year and for the most part, it was fine. Despite his career and fame, he managed to find plenty of time for you. He loved to spoil you, spend time with you, and show his love wholeheartedly. That was until he had a long shoot overseas. He promised that everything would be fine and nothing would change. After 2 long months, he finally returned. But something felt off. He didn’t hold you like he used to, spent less time at home, and you didn’t see the love in his eyes anymore. A very dramatic breakup ensued, complete with tears and screaming from both of you. You moved out and quickly lost contact. Trying to cope as article after article about him returning to his ‘playboy lifestyle’ came out, you decided that he wasn’t worth your time, that he killed the relationship because he was bored of you. And so you tried your hardest, knowing that running into him again was unlikely. He’s too busy being famous, right?

Right?

Wrong.

Because there he was, same old Johnny, in a red button-up shirt with the arms rolled up and the top two buttons undone. Black slacks straining against his thighs, expensive watch glistening in the low light of the club. And, fuck, that look on his face. You couldn’t fully read it, and you weren’t sure if you were scared or interested.

Trying not to look at him, you brush off your clothes. You want to seem cool, calm, unbothered. Something you weren’t. But you weren’t turning around again to look. You just laugh with your friends and continue to enjoy your night. Until…

“Why, hello there dear,” his familiar voice rang out in your ears. You froze, the familiarity and warmth were something you hadn’t heard in a very long time. Slowly turning, you meet his eyes, trying, and failing, to hide your nerves. But when you meet his eyes, you can’t read anything. His words are cool, calm, and suave, but his eyes? Ice cold. It made you feel worse. You manage to utter a “Hello Johnny” as he stands there, his presence looming. Your friends look to you for guidance, but you nod, letting them know you’re fine. But they take that to mean, ‘you can leave now’, because they walk away, leaving you alone with him.

The exact opposite thing of what you wanted, honestly.

But it's too late for that. You take a deep breath and look directly at him, trying to seem brave. He leans against the table, looking around before sitting down across from you. “So, why are you out tonight? Trying to find another guy to disappoint?” His words cut deep, harsh accusations that offend you. “Excuse me?” you question, leaning towards him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t act innocent, we both know you’re not,” He scoffs, leaning back in his chair and looking at the crowd. You scrunch your face up in frustration, feeling the anger bubble up inside you. “You know, you’re not exactly innocent either. You leave for 2 months, you don’t talk to me once, and when you’re finally back, you treat me like shit! I honestly preferred it when you were gone, at least then I didn’t feel like complete garbage.” You try not to cry, unable to stop your eyes from watering. Your words seem to soften Johnny slightly, as he looks back and seems more awkward than angry. “What do you mean? I didn’t do that.” “WHAT?” you nearly yell, surprising yourself and him. “You came back a different person! You weren’t the man I fell in love with anymore. You were cold and cruel, just like you are now.” You reach for your bag and move to stand up and leave, but he nearly dives across the table, grabbing your arm. “Wait, wait, please don’t go. I’m sorry. Please just…let me explain.”

You slowly sit back down, shrugging out of his grip, and stare at him, waiting. He finally seems nervous, scratching the back of his neck. “I won’t beat around the bush. I thought that while I was gone, you were cheating on me.” He looks away, clearly ashamed. “I don’t know why. I didn’t have proof. I just…I’m used to people leaving a lot sooner than you, so I assumed the worst. I didn’t think I acted that poorly, but I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. I’ll just leave you alone now.” His head hung slightly in shame, he started to stand.

But now it's your turn to stop him, gently taking his arm and making him sit down again. You both pause, waiting for the other to speak. Quietly, you begin to laugh, your whole body shaking. You manage to get out a muffled, “We’re so stupid.” He slowly starts laughing as well, both of you absorbing the absurdity of the situation. After a bit, you both calm down, managing to speak again. You learn that he’s been cast in a new show and that the rumors spreading around have been untrue. He learns about how you’ve been, your true interest in how you are shining through.

“Hey, you look really good, you know?” He gently takes your hand and stares into your eyes. All of a sudden, the mood shifts. Reconnecting with him has reconnected something else, something you didn’t quite expect. His words rest heavily in the air, trying to gauge how you’re feeling. You look into his eyes, the kindness and care he used to show you returning. “You look good too. Better than I remember, honestly.” He laughs, touching your arm more. “I always look this good baby.”

His eyes, now half-lidded and sultry, beckon you closer. You decide to be brave, take initiative. You get up from your seat, standing next to him. Still holding his hand, you pull him up. “Yeah? Wanna show me if everything else stayed the same?” You coax him up, getting closer to him. His smile grows wider, and he stands up and wraps his arms around your waist. “Gladly, baby.” You wave to your friends, who honestly can’t tell if it’s the right thing to let you go with him, but decide to let you. If it’s a mistake, at least you’ll learn from it.

He leads you to his car, a sleek black sports car parked in the virtually empty private parking lot out back. The perks of being famous apparently include better parking. He unlocks the door, letting you sit down first. He climbs into the driver’s seat, turning his body to look at you. “So, my place or yours-” Before he can finish that thought, you reach over, grabbing his face and kissing him gently. He is clearly shocked but quickly leans into it, growing more passionate by the minute. He turns and grabs your hips, trying to get you closer to him. You didn’t realize how completely touch-starved and needy you were until right then. You pull away and take a breath, panting lightly in sync with him. Your hand travels down his chest slowly, dancing towards his crotch. You feel his breath hitch under you, lightly whimpering at the feeling.

Lightly brushing against him and teasing him further, he starts to grow needier, pleading eyes looking directly at you. “Please…please love…” he whines out. You decide to be nice, but not that nice. Slowly unzipping his fly and freeing him, he hisses at the feeling of the cool air in the car. Gently taking him into your hand, you truly forgot how big he is. You lean over, spitting onto his dick and slowly stroking him. He starts to moan lightly, flinching as you flick your wrist over the tip. “Ah-h! H-heyy…stop teasing…” he looks through his lashes, desperation evident.

Finally giving in, you lean down, taking as much of him into his mouth as you can at this angle. He gasps, leaning back and biting his finger to stop himself from being too loud. You look up, wide eyes meeting his. You lift your head, taking a deep breath. “Don’t quiet yourself. I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby.” His eyes lightly roll back at your words, moaning louder when you return to his weeping cock, keeping a quick, almost torturous, pace. He shakily reaches out to grab your head, not forcing you down, just feeling you and trying to remain stable.

You lift your head again, kissing him hard and rough. He desperately tries to keep up, lips slipping against yours messily. You take his hand, leading it down to your crotch. “Touch me, love. Please, I need it.” You rasp out, making him shiver. As he reaches into your underwear, he nearly melts at the feeling of how wet you are. His fingers gently curl into you, feeling you pulse around him hungrily. He gently pulls his hand out, looking at the slick on his fingers before shoving them in his mouth greedily. Groaning at the taste, he reaches his free hand out to grab your thighs, feeling your soft skin under his desperate touch. “Mmfph, alwaysh taste so goodf me,” he tries to speak with his fingers still in his mouth, not wanting to stop. He tries again to taste more but you stop him, to many protests.

But they quickly stop when you take you underwear off, slipping it out from under you and tossing them in the back seat. “Push your seat back,” you state casually, but you both know it’s a command. Hurriedly, he scrambles for the seat controls, moving himself as far back as possible. He looks to you, then down at himself. He pulls his pants and underwear down further, then looks to you excitedly. Carefully, you reach your right leg over him, straddling his lap. You can feel him throb against your leg, impossibly fast, and the wetness he can’t seem to stop. You pause, looking down at him. “I want to hear you say you want this before I do anything. If this is how we rekindle our relationship, it’s starting on a good note. And if not, then it’ll end on one. But I need to hear you say it.”

Quickly, he grabs at your thighs, tight grip digging into you. “Yes, yes, please. I need you. I’ve missed you so bad and, and just want to be with you right now. I need it. I need you. Please…” His desperate pleas and pathetic expression shoot to your core, you can feel yourself growing even wetter. That was all the motivation you need as you lift yourself up and grab his dick, lining it up with teasing touches against you, earning groans and gasps every time. Finally, you start to sink down, wincing. It’s been a while and Johnny is a lot to handle. But he doesn’t notice. His head is thrown back, strings of long whines, moans, and other pornstar sounds pouring from his mouth. His sounds are motivation enough as you sink down as far as possible. It’s like you knocked the wind out of him, gasps are all you get out of him for now. You take a second to adjust further.

Then, you begin to move. Hips rocking back and forth, forehead pressed into his shoulder. You speed up, bouncing on him as you basically use him. It’s not like he minds, whimpers echoing through the car, hands death gripping onto your ass as you ride him. He genuinely can’t control himself, babbling near nonsense. You can make out a few of the words he’s saying in your ear. “Love”, “s’good”, “missed this”, and “feel incredible” is about it amongst the uncontrollable moans. You can definitely tell that it's been a long time. I mean, he’s usually pretty whiny, but this takes the cake. 

He manages to get a solid couple of sentences out in his fucked out state, wrapping his arms around you like a hug. “I missed you so bad, I knew it was a mistake. No one that feels this good could be bad. I missed being yours, missed having you use me like this. I love it, I love you.” His hips jerk upwards without rhythm, desperate to get off. His words egg you on further, speeding up and absolutely shaking the car. His grip on you tightens as you can tell he’s about to cum. You whisper shakily into his ear, “Come on baby, cum for me. Be a good boy for me.” With that, he finishes with a loud cry, a death grip around you and shaking thighs. He trembles beneath you, still sensitive from the comedown. You smooth out his hair, brushing the hairs stuck to his forehead from sweat. Still fuzzyheaded, he kisses you tenderly, full of love.

You slowly climb off and get back in your seat, catching your breath. But you don’t have long, as Johnny grabs your leg and twists you. Exposing you as you lean against the car door, you barely have time to think before he dives in, eating you out with such fervor that you genuinely can’t believe he got down there that fast. After his sweet words and all that you’ve done, you’re not that far from the edge. He hasn’t forgotten all the ways to make you cum though, as he quickly gets you even closer. He rubs his nose against your clit, causing you to jump at the sensitivity. But then, his head backs up slightly, which you can’t take at this moment. You have to finish. You grab his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and fuck his face hard. He is moaning again at this point, your pleasure gets him off just as much as his own. You lose the ability to think about anything but cumming, your sole goal. Finally, you finish, your grip on him loosening. But he stays just as close, burying his face in you and lapping up your cum mixed with his.

He finally pulls away, both of you gasping for air. You are suddenly much more thankful for being parked in a more secluded area. After what feels like forever, you turn and whisper out, “Am I as good as you remember?” Turning his head, he laughs and whispers, “Better than I remembered.”

[merlinbbcolympics]

This is the closest Merlin will ever get to flying. That split second of sky over the bar before he crashes to the mat. His sixth jump cleared, but instead of exhaustion clinging to his limbs, anticipation makes them lighter. Today he's going to fly even higher. The finals are down to him and two others, and the bar is raised higher and higher. 2.46 meters. If Merlin can do this—When Merlin does this— He runs, nine bounding, leaping steps that builds up his momentum and propel him forward. Forward and upward. He leaps. Merlin soars, back arching over the bar, and for just a moment, he's free.

🌞Get set!! Tomorrow's the day!!🌞

thank you @gyrhs once again :)

[starlightandroses]

Height Comparisons for the Wild Life Fan-Creators

So, that session 1 tho. Lotta height weirdness! And I can already tell this is gonna be hell for trying to determine where characters are in a space, so I did the math so y'all don't have to!

Of course there's definitely more than 1 way to do things, so if you don't like my math, don't use it! I'm also not a mathmatician so if my numbers are wrong pls let me know~

So where do we start?

Original heights, of course! Specifically, the original height of none other than Minecraft Steve himself.

Each minecraft block is a 1x1x1 meter cube, and Steve (and therefore all other cubitos) are exactly 2 blocks tall. This leaves Steve (and therefore the rest of the cubitos) at a default of about 6'5-6'6 feet tall.

Step 2 is where the shrinkage comes in. We know from the Sub One Crew that the smallest height possible is half a block, so 50 centimeters. The largest height possible, from what I can gather, is 6 blocks, so 6 meters, leaving a height range from 1'6-19'7 feet.

But, we can also go a little further~

With the way characters move and the fact that none of the characters really did proper experimental testing, it's hard to say how much height exactly is added per jump or per crouch.

So, I figured it'd be easier to just call it one pixel per jump or per crouch. (Crouching in reality is a bit more complicated because you can hold it down, but for the sake of easy math I'm just going to count the crouches the same as the jumps.)

Each minecraft block has a 16x16 grid of pixels on each side. If each jump adds a pixel and each crouch removes one, then that would be adding/losing 6.25 cm per jump/crouch, or roughly 2.46 inches. So... Not that much of a difference in the grand scheme of things.

This does mean, by these calculations, that getting from normal height to the minimum would take 24 crouches, and getting from normal height to the maximum would take about 64 jumps. And therefore, getting from max to min or min to max would be 88 crouches or jumps depending on which direction you're going in.

Yikes that's a workout-

Hopefully this helps put things a little bit into perspective when it comes to these cubitos and their height weirdness!

Here's hoping that session 2 involves a lot less math XD

[yumemiruuuu]

Xie Lian At His Limit stickers!

Hello, here are links to purchase my merchies!

Etsy https://www.etsy.com/listing/1782742584/

KoFi (reduced fee)

So far, there's only XL At His Limit stickers available in 2 sizes but I'm hoping to expand within the next month or so!

[talonabraxas]

Saturnus - De Sphaera Mundi ♄ Talon Abraxas

Planet Saturn: Correspondences, Magick & Astrology

Saturn is the ruling planet of Capricorn and, traditionally, Aquarius. Saturn is the 6th planet from the sun and it takes 29.5 years to orbit the sun, spending about 2.46 years in each sign of the zodiac.

The planet is encircled by a magnificent system of rings made of up of smaller particles in a constant orbit. These particles range in size from microscopic to a few meters across. They are made up mostly of water / ice with trace amounts of metal and rock.

In Roman lore, Saturn was the god of agriculture founder of civilizations and of social order, natural laws and cycles and conformity. The famous rings of the planet Saturn that enclose and surround it, reflect this principle of man’s limitations.

Astrologically Saturn is associated with the principles of limitation, restrictions, boundaries, practicality and reality, crystallizing, and structures. Saturn governs ambition, career, authority and hierarchy, and conforming social structures.

Saturn Correspondences

Saturn is the highest planet in the hierarchy of planets that were known to the ancients; closest to the Gods and thus associated with immortality and longevity.

Saturn’s energy is that of the ruler, the one in charge. Saturn energy is that of law and order, rules, boundaries, and all things inevitable: death, taxes, fate, evolution.

Saturn is associated with Saturday. Some associate the planet Saturn with the Crone Goddess archetype.

Saturn Herbs

Herbs that correspond to the planetary energy of Saturn tend to be those that thrive in places where other herbs would struggle to survive – dry, barren soil, or areas that receive little sun.

Saturn plants thrive in adversity and may grow where we don’t expect or want them. They are often dark in color with blue or purple flowers, though many Saturn plants are somewhat unattractive in appearance and odor.

Many plants traditionally associated with witchcraft are Saturn plants.

Here’s a list:

Bindweed, Bistort, Bluebell, Comfrey, Enchanter’s Nightshade, Foxglove, Hellebore, Holly, Indigo, Juniper, Mandrake, Monkshood, Mullein, Pine, Rue, Solomon’s Seal, Witch Hazel, Wolfsbane, Yew,

Saturn Minerals

Saturn Minerals are heavy and dark.

Jet, Obsidian, Onyx, Sapphire, Smoky Quartz, Tourmaline

[asgoodeasgold]

Matthew Goode "has that fire behind the eyes"

Incredible praise for the performances in Freud's Last Session, particularly Matthew Goode, in this interesting podcast about the film (link below). I must listen to their podcast about The Offer because they loved Matthew as Bob.

I have extracted the most interesting bits from the transcript (that is, the MG bits 😆).

I do agree with them Matthew is at par with the great and the good and that he was snubbed by awards more than once (but I think it's more than twice!).

I love that they have picked up on his non-verbal communication. I love that quote "fire behind the eyes"!

Interesting they think his lack of visibility despite the brilliant acting is because he is in a crowded field (many good actors in his generation). I think it's a bit more complicated than that, a confluence of circumstances and choice perhaps 🤔

📷 Freud's Last session (2023) stills from Sharmill Films

Freud's Last Session, A Discussion | Cinema: A to B (August 2023)

I felt like the acting was operating at a higher level than the source material.

2.46 Amazing neither of these guys got any sort of other nominations for acting and I'm not talking about necessarily Academy Awards but I'm talking like maybe baftas or something else. I think is kind of a shame frankly this is like the second thing I've seen mat Matthew Gooden that he was completely like ignored via nomination

3:35 … the acting's tremendous.

5:11 Watching two masters work and I'm going to use that with Matthew good I've seen him now on enough stuff and how he can change and how he and he holds his own with Anthony Hopkins I did not feel it was like Anthony Hopkins was at this level and Matthew good was at this level or what like you know low that was a little bit lower or whatever like they're equal like they are it's a nice repertoire or you know reper of the two of them going back and forth and I'm just super impressed

5:40 I mean obviously we talked about the offer already I think he was amazing as Bob Evans like really just changed his entire personality to really mimic Bob Evans and here he's nothing like it he's very reserved very intelligent very academic like he really pulls that off I mean Matthew good I really feel like is one of those like that unknown I want to say like the poor man's Benedict Cumberbatch but only in the sense of the Poor Man's because he's not as well known as Benedict Cumberbatch like he's got that acting chops of Cumberbatch he should be playing roles that Cumberbatch isn't heck he's been in movies that Cumberbatch is in imitation game …he held his own there I mean so Matthew good is amazing and it as so fun to watch him

14:13 Freud just wears his emotions on his sleeve and then good is really great at having that restrained but that fire burning behind the eyes which is something that he did so well in um The Watchmen yeah so really spot-on casting

14:31 I mean yeah and he he was able good was able to like internalize a whole lot of that but yet still like you said kind of show it Through The Eyes through the facial features of Lewis's has great respect for Freud

16:44 Matthew's like holding his own and countering properly and yeah they're they're good they're good together

16:52 I'm excited to see what Matthew does what what he goes on to do to see if he starts getting some bigger roles and more important stuff I mean he does have a small body not I don't know small is the the right word for it I know he does have a body of work already but it's not as robust as Hopkins you know and it definitely hasn't the same trajectory as Hopkins did yeah and he I think he lost out roles that went to Christian Bale yeah I can see that or like Bale's a little older but I just looked up Matthew was born in 78 so I think it's kind of just a circumstance you know luck of the draw kind of thing yeah cuz he reminds me quite a bit of Bale the way he kind of moves and Carries himself and the British actor that that category is kind of crowded with like really good actors I mean if you look guys like born in the 70s like mid to late like that's just a ton of them it's super crowded so I think he's run into some of that yeah and there's I mean obviously there's only so many roles and people.

[principiumindividuationis777]

Patrick Cotter O'Brien (1760-1806), of County Cork, Ireland, holds the distinction of being the first person confirmed, in his own lifetime, to be at least eight feet tall, at 8 foot 1 inch (c. 2.46 meters).

Depending on which source one reads, he may have been the first confirmed eight-foot tall person period, though I have read sources claiming that a skeleton was later found of another man, who supposedly lived earlier than O'Brien, and measured at eight feet in length.

Prior to him, there were the reports on Goliath's height, but the Dead Sea Scrolls demonstrated that a simple typographical error had inflated Goliath's height from something around 6 foot 9 (c. 2.06 meters), which means that Goliath was actually about the size of a basketball power forward, up to a fantastical 9 foot 9 (c. 2.97 meters)

[nksistemas]

Git 2.46: Mejoras y Nuevas Funcionalidades

Git, el sistema de control de versiones distribuido y una herramienta fundamental en el desarrollo de software, ha lanzado su nueva versión 2.46, que trae una serie de mejoras y nuevas funcionalidades para optimizar el manejo de cambios en el código de múltiples proyectos. Mejoras en el Manejo de Errores Una de las mejoras más destacadas en Git 2.46 es la refinación del manejo de errores. Esta…

[teapoliceweewooweewoo]

Me taking psychic damage every 2.46 seconds while watching that video:

[foone]

one of my personal pet peeves is when tipping systems on websites are designed like:

5% (1.23$)

10% (2.46$)

20% (4.92$)

Other (DO YOUR OWN FUCKING MATH, BIGSHOT:) [ 0.00$]

You are a computer. Doing math is literally your job. Let me just type in "25%" or whatever. Stop making me calculate 20% + 5% in my head or making me pull up a calculator. I am bad at math and this is literally your job you damned robots.

[aurorlabz]

Jest 2.46 i chyba zrobię tak że będę siedzieć do 6/7 coś w okolicach zrobię może jakieś ćwiczenia i o tej 6 7 pójdę spać i obudzę się powiedzmy o 17 umyje wlosy i będę mówić rodzicom że brzuch mnie boli itp i nic nie zjem wypije tylko herbatę czarna i zielona i o 22 pójdę spać i cały poniedziałek nic nie zjem aż do 21 bo w tedy mama wraca a taty nie będzie 16 17 18 a o 19 trening