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Antonio Velardo shares: Biting Cold Sweeping U.S. Hits South With Unfamiliar Freeze by Stephanie Saul

By Stephanie Saul In Texas, where a 2021 storm killed 246 people and knocked out electricity for millions, officials urged people to conserve power. Published: January 15, 2024 at 11:39AM from NYT U.S. https://ift.tt/vtQZLzw via IFTTT

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Io chiamo a gran voce i Miei amati discepoli, in questo particolare periodo di tempo, per venire da Me e consentirMi di coprirli con il Mio Prezioso Sangue http://messaggidivinamisericordia.blogspot.com/2021/12/io-chiamo-gran-voce-i-miei-amati.html ºººº — █ █ December 11, 2022 at 11:39AM

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ガーリックチキン弁当🐔#昼食

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RT @DeSpeld: Bootcampers ergeren zich aan kinderen in speeltuin https://t.co/d882jeJUzN | mwesterl | http://twitter.com/mwesterl/status/1390602108819357702

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めっちゃそれ https://www.youtube.com/c/lifesang

[lunchcase]

Matcha Tea Latte

Location: Liberty Coffee Bar

Price: $3-4 but share bear got it for me for my birthday!!

This cafe makes both Canadian and Middle Eastern food, and I was definitely focused on trying the latter, but my eyes landed on this and you know I have a weakness. And, of all things - it strikes me as incongruous to see matcha tea lattes being sold here, of all places, given the theme and everything. I had to. I had to! I’ll get something new next time.

Oh my god it’s really good?? The warmth of it is perfect for winter, and the first sip really surprised me - just like how seeing it on the menu at this Middle Eastern café surrounded by other drinks like simple espresso and lattes, to traditional Sahleb, surprised me. It’s sweet, it’s milky, I can still taste the matcha. It’s a warm sweet matcha milk and I LOVE? And it’s so much cheaper than places like Starbucks??? I’m going to buy another one. I think. This might be my new favourite place to get a matcha.

They gave me chocolates when I went back to buy more :’))

[i-wanted-it-here]

it occured to me recently that time blindness can kill a person.

i looked at myself in the mirror, many times after, thinking about change. there is a problem currently happening. i feel stuck and i can't move. i've been living with my sister for a year, i've been living with my parents for a year more. i think in weeks and hours when it has been years. january this year was 2019, july was 2020, and 2021 hasn't even happened yet, but 2022 is 40 days away. i look in the mirror every day and i feel and look the same. i;'m not the same person i was 2 years ago, but in the mirror i could see that there is a 16 year old stuck in the space between growing into a new body and growing up.

i'm in my 2nd year of college. i'm graduating highschool. i never accepted the diploma. i'm dropping out. i just transferred schools. i'm 19 next year, i'm 13 inside my body, i'm 6 at my first birthday party with my friends, i'm 18 and still the same.

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[kotoripiyopiyo]

RT @hitujikaware: 今日発表されたイグノーベル賞。 日本人が15回連続で受賞の背景について、 創設者の方の弁が大変腑に落ちる。 「多くの国が奇人・変人を蔑視するなかで、日本とイギリスは誇りにする風潮がある」 https://t.co/ZvxmP8hp6s

RT @hitujikaware: 今日発表されたイグノーベル賞。 日本人が15回連続で受賞の背景について、 創設者の方の弁が大変腑に落ちる。 「多くの国が奇人・変人を蔑視するなかで、日本とイギリスは誇りにする風潮がある」 https://t.co/ZvxmP8hp6s

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[nicholasmoneysign]

MY FIRST SILENT RETREAT

Nick C. Haze

I couldn’t stand my voice so I decided to shut up for three days.

Talking to myself has gotten out of hand. I forget it’s not entirely normal to have conversations with the imaginary person I believe to be in my head. The voice is normal, but treating them as a separate entity may not be. My forms of regular conversation are hour-long therapy sessions each Thursday (after cutting down from twice a week), recording my songs and the atrocious task of mixing my own vocals, and one-sided taunts and greetings with my cat.

To hear my voice became the cringe of all cringe – my final straw before I lose all faith in myself. I didn’t know what to do but had a thought for a couple of days to stop talking temporarily. One more therapy session to express the chagrin I felt each time I nattered; something had to be done. So, last Thursday, the first of July 2021, at 1;30pm, I decided to shut up.

To help me through the urge of uttering fleeting thoughts, what my head was aching to blurt out, I tried writing down the nonsense into my notes as a helping tool.

P.s. this is my silent retreat. Technology is allowed.

“May the silence be ever in your favour”

Day 1

When does one begin a silent retreat?

I’m not going anywhere, no desirable destination for total vocal silence. I am left to attempt my everyday life without the use of my voice. Three days seems plenty. I can’t think of a better time than now to start.

3:21pm Thursday July 1, 2021

Clio got into a pee squat position on the carpet, so I reacted with a single “pshh” in an attempt to stop her. I cleaned her litter of the poop, but I know she’ll try to piss somewhere else in a matter of time. I don’t think pshh breaks my silence promise.

The tea kettle was being obnoxiously loud and so I uttered “Jesus”.

I am learning I have unnecessary sounds that escape me when my body turns in certain ways.

Took a sip of my coffee to taste the new creamer and began to speak but stopped myself.

I forgot and sang put your head on my shoulder while lifting off from the toilet seat.

A little over two hours. Reading the Art of War, I haven’t spoken anything other than accidental utters. Developed a frontal lobe headache. Not a scientist. Just a guess. If I die from a severe case of pissed off-ness and my body lays without signs of a struggle – a headache was involved.

Irked: sighed and uttered to a nude Polaroid left in my wallet as I decided to toss it out. Sitting in my wallet from the early pandemic months, it had warped her face and made the symbolism of her meanness too memorable, and she, in fact, was a mean person. The photo had to go. The nude of my sex worker romance and me in the pool at my desert birthday weekend went back in the Polaroid pile. Fresh slate needed, granted, the wallet was a gift from a former flame, fling, partner – disastrous fool. I need a new wallet.

It’s 7:00pm Thursday

The sun is starting to set, but it’s still daylight. Bless you, LA. I broke my vow of silence for a work call concerning a new designer to finish my book.

Dishonourable message to scammers, fuckwits and fucktards – suck the farts from J.Lo’s spicy booty hole.

Can’t trust anyone.

It’s 10:17pm

A lapse in memory loss, remind me: And I’m back on my silent retreat. I do slip up but working on minimising that.

12:08am

The only person I don’t mind hearing talk tonight is Tom Cruise. Shall, go chop wood and then continue reading the Art of War. Must take melatonin.

“19. Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”

Excerpt from The Art of War

Sun Tzu

12:39am

Solid wank. I only thought about four or five exes. Finished with the prettiest actress. Luxury girl. Looks like charity. The person, not a philanthropic wank.

Day 2 – Friday

Still only going to break the silence for work conversation. Which will be calling Bill, this graphic designer and get my mother fucking book cover designed.

By far the longest I’ve gone without having to say nonsense. It’s peaceful. Starting to forget the sound of my voice. It sounds like a calmer voice in my head. Today is brighter.

11:43am

Broke silence to mumble one of my songs, hoping to think of better lyrics. This is a positive sign. Progress into what I hope happens after my retreat - to not be disgusted when I hear my voice.

I had to talk gruntingly because tik tok was on a nazi informational kick, which was odd. You play secret Hitler one time, and your phone thinks you need more fascist history lessons.

They’re going to kill off enough Bitcoin big stake owners, so the coin is too valuable, essentially wiping out the real possibility of it as currency. Ethereum should be the next best thing.

I broke the silence at the pool. Being a little lit and not noticing my neighbour was also here, once he said hello, I immediately chatted. I knew not to speak but don’t know how to tell others I’m not speaking at the moment. Maybe I’ll just not talk until they figure it out. Or make a t-shirt.

(nap)

1:04am Sunday

Rewarding experience. Continuing. holy fuck it’s not Sunday. It’s Friday night/Saturday.

(1:04am Saturday)

Continuing the silent retreat until tomorrow night, and then I’m going out and drinking. Hopefully, dancing and hold a titty.

3:52pm Saturday and I haven’t said a word

I think Clio learnt that even she went too far on this dramatic meow.

What somebody else’s granddaddy used to say: “if you wanna be seen, stand up. If you wanna be heard, speak up. If you wanna be appreciated, shut up.” – Contestant on survivor

7:59pm

I am ending this retreat. It’s been interesting. I have learnt how to hold back from speaking unnecessarily a little more. Clio is more scared of doing wrong when I’m silent rather than shouting profanities.

8:00pm ending my first silent retreat

“What do I say?

I need a playlist.”

– – – – – – – – –

Authors note: did not get to hold a titty.

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#5

No, Not Like This [Part 2]

George Weasley x Reader

BG: Rewatched the New Girl S2x15. You know the one with the ICONIC Nick and Jess 1st  Kiss? Now make it the reader and Geroge!

a/n: This second part follows more on their realization of what tf just happened. As did in S2x16. (so they don’t have scenes together, just their brains going into overdrive thinking they screwed up. don’t worry I’ll bring them back in pt3 hehe but first here’s some chaotic fun!)

This part’s voices of reason are.... Cho and Fred!

WC:1330

Read PART 1

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

>>JOIN MY WRITING CHALLENGE!<<

George made his way back up to his dorm in a surprising cool calm manner. It was not until late the next morning did what he did sunk in.

What George had thought was a very nice, vivid dream- one he wish he would have the courage to act upon in real life, had actually happened, he panicked.  ‘OH MY GOD! OH MY-YOU KISSED HER! YOU IDIOT!’

Fred, who had just arrived in their shared dorm, toast in hand, laughed at his very dishevelled twin queries. ‘Kissed who?’

‘Y/N. I kissed Y/N’

‘ohhh…’ George’s forwardness made Fred drop his toast. ‘FINALLY!’ He exclaimed, scooting George over.

‘wait What?’

Fred places his palms under his chin. ‘Now tell me how this all went down. Y/n made the first move, didn’t she? Please tell me she did or else I owe Ginny 5 galleons.’

~

While George had a rather peaceful slumber, you on the other hand, did not.

Twisting and turning, mind still stuck on the same sentence. Ranging between the perplexity of ‘George Weasley kissed me?’ to the absolute euphoria of ‘GEROGE WEASLEY KISSED ME!’ .

You touch you lips, gently as if by the feeling of his lips on yours would be washed away if not treated with care.

‘I meant something like that. I didn’t wanna kiss you because of a game. I want to kiss you because you mean something to me’

His parting words echoed in your head.

You Mean Something to Me.

That means he likes you too right? He has to… the boy literally said it…well in the bare minimum implied it. Who in their right mind would deliver a world-shattering kiss to someone they do not fancy?

Though there is one slight detail that could offset this whole theory……

He walked away.

The boy kissed, professed his feelings then exited.

And people say that women are enigmas.

You sighed, you definitely need a fresh pair of eyes here.

The alarm clock on your bedside table flashes 6:39am.

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#4

Cheeky Essence

BG: Helping Harry with his injured hand after his detention with Umbridge

WC:1614

Warnings: Angst then Fluff.

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

“I’m not asking you to write all of it. It’s just I’m busy studying for these stupid OWLS exams.” Ron reasons.

“Please…” You roll your eyes on his bullshit. “As if you actually study. Hermione don’t fall for that-”

“I’ll do the introductions that’s all.” Cuts in Hermione.

You can’t help but roll your eyes again. It was the same every time. Ron doesn’t do his homework and asks Hermione to help him last minute. Hermione gets annoyed but ends up doing it anyway. Ahh young love. It’s so obvious that your 2 best friends like each other but even the brightest witch of her age is someone not smart enough to see it.

“Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.” Ron boasts, raising 3 fingers to promise. “I’ll never be rude to you ever again”

Hermione shakes her head, not believing him for a moment “You’re only go back to normal”

This now reaches your daily limit of third wheeling. You quickly scan the common room for possible refuge, there sat on the sofa near the fireplace was the one and only ditcher, Harry Potter.

At times like this when Ron and Hermione are playfully teasing each other, you and Harry would confide in one another, both not wanting to be the third wheel. During dinner however the boy was not present, though he does have a get out of jail free card- being that he had to spend detention with that ugly toad of a professor.

“Harry!” You called after him, pushing your way towards the fireplace. “How was detention?”

Harry shifted in his seat, shrugging.

You squeeze into the spot he freed up while Hermione and Ron sat on his other side. “Here I got you your favorite.” Handing him a paper bag that contained a slice of treacle tart that you nicked off during dinner. “Knew you haven’t eaten anything…”

Taking the bag with his right hand. “Thanks, y/n” Harry places it in his lap, and hastily devoured the tart.

“Ahh!”

“What’s wrong?” You question.

“Nothing. Just hot.” Harry lied.

Just hot? You wonder, just hot? Dinner ended a half hour ago, yet it was still hot? You glanced over to Hermione, which too seemed to sense that something was off with Harry. Lying isn’t one of Harry’s strengths.

“What’s wrong with your hand” quipped Hermione.

“Nothing” Said Harry nonchalantly, holding out his right hand to prove his point.

Hermione ignored the outstretched hand, grabbing his left instead. “The other hand….”

The 3 of you were not prepared for what came into view.

Harry’s left hand was swollen and red, it was like it was burned. In the middle there were white scars forming, it ran across his hand. It seemed to look like words, but you can’t yet decipher them due to the redness and swelling around it.

“You’ve got to tell Dumbledore” Worry evident in your voice.

“No, Dumbledore has got a lot on his mind right now,” Pulling his hand away from Hermione’s grasp. “anyway I don’t wanna give Umbridge the satisfaction.”

Ron would always have his friend’s back no matter what, but even he knew that this was another level. This isn’t the usual ‘be the hero, save the day’ type of ordeal.

“Bloody hell Harry, the woman is torturing you. If the parents knew about this-”

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#3

Prank, Run & Hide

Fred Weasley x Reader

BG: Even in the middle of fleeing, Fred still has time to be sweet to his girl, mid-escape.

Warnings: Sweet fluffy goodness, Snape is a piece of shit.

a/n: Hi there, It’s me getting the hang of things after my unexpected hiatus. First day back, here’s a indulgent blurb fic. I’m going through my notifications, and will be catching up and reply to them soon. Thanks for still sticking with me tho!

WC: 571

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Fred is leaping up the stairs, 4 steps at a time, daring to take as many as his long legs would allow.

George no doubt closely behind. Fred doesn’t dare look back, confidently on the panting heard on his left.

Both boys are speeding as if their lives depended on it- it’s a bit exaggerated but if caught, they would be facing a whole month’s detention in the Forbidden Forest at the very least or worst suspended- Molly would be furious.

No, the boys were determined to not get caught.

Yes, they love causing chaos and pranks- sticking mostly with temporary to not so serious consequences.

The one rule they hold themselves to is ‘No suspension and explosion.’

There were currently 5 Weasleys attending Hogwarts so imagine the total cost for school tuition.

They would just have to make it to another more floor then they would make it to one of Hogwarts secret passageways that would lead them to the safety of the Gryffindor Tower.

As they reach the flat landing, the unmistakable figure of Fred’s favourite person appears.

Focused on trying to neatly tuck away your notes into your book bag after being haphazardly kicked out of the library by Madam Pince near closing, having your feet lifted off the ground gave your heart a drop.

You feel a warm presence wrapped around you from behind, “MWAH” A kiss lands on your right cheek. “Hey there love!”

“FRED!” You scream, shoulders relaxing now knowing that it was not the Azkaban escapee that got you but instead your lovable yet unpredictable boyfriend.

“Sorry love, can’t talk!” He said, gently placing you back down before running again.

“And by the way y/n.” George called out, jogging backwards. “You DID NOT SEE US!”

Just as they rounded the corner, Snape appears in hot pursuit.

In his blind red anger, almost runs into you.

Regaining his composure he asks, “Ms. L/n did you perhaps see 2 bumbling idiots pass by?'

You can feel your face warm from blushing earlier but you can feel it get redder

Clearing your throat, you replied. “'No sir.”

“Are you sure ms l/n?” He presses on, staring you down. “And are not lying on behalf of your boyfriend and his immature twin?'

“Mm hmm”

It was the only reply you could muster without bursting into laughter.

Snape no doubt called your bluff... you were a well behaved student but you are still one of the pranksters girlfriend.

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#2

Sex Education S3

In which I enjoyed watching the supporting cast, namely: Ruby, Adam, Aimee, Cal, and Jackson more than the main trio.

233 notes • Posted 2021-09-20 16:04:11 GMT

#1

Harry Potter Masterlist

>> General Masterlist<<

DRACO MALFOY X READER

>The Power of Love

>Because You Noticed Me

>A Gift

>Words of Encouragement

————————————————————————-

OLIVER WOOD X READER

>Through Sickness and in Health

>The Only Distraction to Quidditch

>Taking Care of My Girl

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