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mrabbrown · 3 months ago
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Perfectly framed pic of
The OTC ☝🏾🩸
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romanempirereigns · 1 year ago
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akashi-reddeath · 8 months ago
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The Only Man In The Sky vs The Head Of The Table
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HOMELANDER VS TRIBAL CHIEF
H: "And who the fuck are you supposed to be?"
T: "I'm the man who rules around here. I'm the man who feeds you and your family. I'm the tribal chief."
H: Tribal chief? What a ridiculous name
T: Not as ridiculous as "Homelander" By the way, has anyone told you what an idiot you look like with all that stuffing in your pajamas?
H: ... You'd better take it back or else...
T: What? You're going to hang me with your spagetti arms?  C'mon ! With those arms I'm sure you need your wife to open the jam jars for you
H: I won't repeat it...
T: Stop acting brave and making empty threats. I can see from here how you're already pissing in your own suit.
H: You son of a-
T: Shut that thing you call a mouth or I'm going to rip your life out of you in an instant.
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iamleal · 2 years ago
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Rodéate de personas que crean en tus sueños, animen tus ideas, apoyen tus ambiciones, y saquen lo mejor de ti. #ToxicidadFuera #MalaVibraFuera #OrgulloDeSerDelNorte #AcknowledgeMe #Marzo #Mexico #Monterrey #NuevoLeon #Regio #Norteño #SonrisaChueca ッ #ReyDavid #Leal #EtiquetaAzul #ElMilAmores #Leal #Reels #Shorts #Spotlight #outfit #BarrioAntiguo #VivaLaVida #Coldplay (en Monterrey, Nuevo León... La Ciudad de las Montañas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpRlTRqMYdm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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mainfaggot · 2 years ago
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where is everyone please pay attention to me I'm taking a break from.writing my paper bc i feel like an animal being hunted for sport
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dynamitekansai · 7 months ago
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solosikoa: A day that Madison Square Garden will never forget. #AcknowledgeMe
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beloved-menagerie · 2 years ago
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SHUT UP SHUT UP OH MY GOD DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGEME FUCK OFF FUCKYUOUfuck
-- Juan
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summonedglory · 1 year ago
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Headcanon — On rage, sadness, and daughters
No proofreading, I will die on the hill of my grammatical mistakes. So I mentioned a while back that I wanted to write a drabble/headcanon about Fiora's conversation with her father, on the night before his execution. This is this headcanon. It's over 2,100 words long and not particularly well written (dialogue isn't my forte), so read at your own risks and while putting yourself in the shoes of an 18-year-old Fiora :') Trigger warnings for mentions of death, mentions of execution, mentions of death by poison, as well as dysfunctional family relationship and medieval misogyny.
Footsteps fell on the cobblestoned path that led to the jail, treading lightly and precisely—Far more lightly and precisely than the woman these footsteps belonged to felt.
You could have cut her anger with a knife—Eighteen years of itemized frustrations and grievances tended to do that to a person. Fiora had thought her wedding would be the culmination of it all. There were, truly, nothing more earth-shattering that she could do than to stand up for herself then, so close to the altar, and loudly proclaim she was her own person and would not be sold off as a political pawn in her family’s games or the Crownguards’. These hadn’t been her words exactly, but this was her resolve. At the time, nothing could have been a worse humiliation for her family than that, but it should have given her the chance to prove her worth. Her worth, not her father’s, not her family’s. After eighteen years spent stealing Cassian’s rapiers and making him teach her everything he knew, eighteen years of her parents’ attempts at moulding her into what a proper lady of House Laurent should be, it had felt vindicating to finally get something that would be entirely hers. Fiora might have pondered on the selfishness of this had she not been so angry. This was meant to be hers—Her fight, her chance at redeeming the family honour she had broken. She was skilled and confident enough in herself and her own abilities to know, whoever House Crownguard could throw at her, she would have come up on top. She would have won, her family honour would have been saved, and no one would have dared try to force her in a role she had no interest in playing ever again. Yet even that had been taken away from her, and by the very people who had tried to raise her to be someone she was not. Another event to add to the long list that fuelled Fiora’s seething anger.
Worse than her father taking her place in the duel had been him trying to poison his opponent—And her anger turned to rage.
Demacia had been built on principles of honesty, honor, and justice. Lord Sebastien Laurent, in his despair to save his family’s honour, had broken all these values. The fact he got caught was unsurprising and did not phase her—A just if humiliating consequence of his actions. Fiora had wanted to see him one last time before his execution in the morning—As if talking to him would somehow satiate her anger and placate her soul. Mostly, she wanted to look at her father’s face and let him understand the weight of the mistakes he had made. The man she finds in his cell is, however, not her father. Sure, he looks like Sebastian Laurent and his voice is the same it had always been when he calls her name, but he looks pained and small, and the sound of her name in his mouth feels strained, and lost, and hopeful—A far cry from the imposing head of the household she had always known, the man who hired a personal seamstress for her in the hopes she would take an interest in clothing, and who had spoiled his only daughter rotten, though with all the material things Fiora did not want or aspire to.
The realisation that he might have been the most amazing father to an entirely different child, just not to her, is a sour one and Fiora stills herself and stands in it for a moment, taking a deep breath in. The next step forward she takes feels shaky and uncertain, but she nods in acknowledgement more than in invitation. A few short steps had taken him closer to the bars, and he now rolls his shoulders back and seems to regain some of the composure of the father Fiora used to know. The familiarity of the gesture is enough to restore her confidence—and her anger. “How could you? Death by combat would have been a far better outcome than poisoning someone. I would have welcomed it, but you let your own pride get in the way of my skills and determination, and now—” A pause. “—now everything is ruined.”
Sebastian’s brows furrow in pain and hesitation, but Fiora cuts him off before he gets the chance to speak. “Don’t bother with lessons now. I know I was reckless. That was the point. You and Mother have always thought about House Laurent first, as a collective unit, and in your children as human beings second, and I was done entertaining that misogynistic ideal. Did you know I am a better, more capable fighter than both Cassian and Ammdar combined? I’m more sharp, more precise. I bothered to learn the actual theory and art of sword fighting, instead of just the moves, and—”
“I did not do it for House Laurent.” His voice cuts her off, loud, stern, and authoritative. Before she gets the chance to continue, he follows: “I am still the Lord of House Laurent, at the very least until tomorrow morning, and you will show me the respect this title is owed, instead of this childish emotional outburst. This said, if you have quieted down, I did not do it for House Laurent. I did it for you.”
“I could have stood my own ground.”
“You’ll have no choice but to do that now, yes.”
“No one of importance will ever trust or associate with House Laurent again. If you had let me fight, my success would have at least granted you all pity, and it would have been an honourable fight.”
“No, Fiora.” His voice grows soft again, and he extends his left hand through the bars. Fiora eyes the gesture cautiously, her own hands remaining firmly by her side. She had come here unarmed—a gesture of good faith, in case the guards questioned her presence—and felt impossibly small and vulnerable without her blade, a pale impression of herself. “People of importance will respect you now.”
“Nonsense!”
His lips thin and, for a second, Sebastian Laurent is not the Lord of one of the most important noble houses of the Great City of Demacia, but a father, frustrated that his daughter yet again refuses to listen to him, like she had always done.
“They will. But for that, you must be my opponent tomorrow. You must ask that a Laurent yield the blade that will take my life, and that this Laurent should be you.”
A mirthless chuckle escapes Fiora’s lips as she shakes her head. Her father had well and truly lost his mind, the plans he conjured up vile punishments for her going against the family. Here, however, he was behind bars, and she was not. This false semblance of power, mixed with the anger that had not yet subsided, emboldened her next words. “Haven’t I been disciplined enough already? You took away my opportunity to be heard, and now you would have me fight you? This is some new kind of cruelty.”
“Perhaps,” he conceded, as if this would get the young woman to listen. “There is cruelty in being the head of a household, and even more in loving and raising children.”
She had not expected him to agree. Hatred was easier when the object of one’s loathing was not reflecting on their wrong doings. In her silence, her father saw an opportunity. “You will have to learn about this now that this will become your role, but first you need to hear me. Volunteer to fight and execute me tomorrow. It is the only way for you to get what you want and preserve the family—The only way you stay alive and prosper.”
“No. You don’t mean that, there has to be another way.”
“There are plenty. This is the only one which will give you the power you seek.”
She wants to say that this was never about power, but about freedom—about her own agency—something which she is uncertain her father could understand. In Demacia, however, freedom and agency rarely went without power—At least not for noble families, not for her.
“All you need to do is win a fight. If you are truly an exceptional fighter, this should be an easy feat for you.”
“Of course, it would be. This is not about that, father.”
“What is it about, then?”
Fingers clasp against his still extended hand, as if she were suddenly pleading—Though what she is pleading for, Fiora is not quite sure. For her father not to die, for her to not be the one to execute him, for the heavy mantel of head of household to be passed on to someone who craved it more than her. Contrary to what everyone thought of her, her rebellion had never been about power—It had not had that foresight. In all the near-sightedness of her youth, Fiora had reasoned that she was important enough in her own rights, and had wanted the agency to act as such without pondering on the responsibilities that went with it. Pride, however, prevented her from admitting any of this, at least not in such blatant terms. Perhaps holding his hand could be enough.
“You are my father. It would hardly be appropriate for me to hurt my own family in this way.”
“Disavowing me is the only way this will work, Fiora.” Still his hand squeezes hers, a support far too slim for the task at hand, but the only support Fiora has in this moment.
“If you are so desperate to protect our family, why didn’t you consider it before poisoning your opponent?” And just like that, Fiora extirpates her hand from the man’s, away from the uncharacteristic warmth of his support. His lips thin again, this time in disappointment.
“Despair, child, is a situation I pray you never have to face, though you might ought to earn a few lessons in self-sacrifice in case you ever do.”
Fiora rolls her eyes at his tone, suddenly back to being the father she had always known but that had never known her, and he scoffs at her attitude.
“I am trying to protect you. Your victory and my death is the surest way to guarantee that.”
“No. You were going to fight instead of me.”
“I had hoped this issue could be resolved this way. When it became clear it couldn’t, I had a lapse in judgement, but I am thinking clearly now, Fiora. You must yield the blade, you must become the new head of House Laurent, and you must ensure our name remains respected.”
It is a poisoned gift. Meeting her father’s request would unequivocally tie her to the processes and protocols that had robbed her of her agency to begin with, placing a heavy burden on her small shoulders. Though perhaps she could beat them at their own game, make her family a better and more empowered one. And if she did not meet her father’s request, Sebastian Laurent would die anyway, the glory would go to someone else, and all honours would be lost. The reality of her lack of options left a bitter taste in her mouth, copper clinging to the back of her throat as she difficultly swallowed. Her anger tasted like bile and her sadness like blood.
“I’ll do it—For the sake of Mother, Ammdar, Alarick, Cassian, and Damian.”
Sebastian nods, solemn, but then Fiora is the one who reaches past the bars to squeeze his hands in hers, fingernails almost digging into his skin. He will have to forgive his daughter; she is trying not to cry. Copper, as it turns out, was the taste of tears.
“Where do I start? What must I know?”
“First, that I love you, child. You at least must be certain of that.”
Fiora thinks back to her childhood, and to everything that has led her here. She thinks of the countless trainings in secret, of the family that had never seen her, of the love and care they had had for a version of herself she would quite simply never be. She thinks that even now, in his last moments trying to protect her, her father is still bestowing her with insurmountable responsibilities. She thinks that she likes a challenge, and is grateful for the possibility to go through these responsibilities her own way. But most of all, she thinks of fathers and daughters as two ships in the night, struggling to see one another and yet crossing paths. She thinks of honour, duty, and justice, and how family can twist the meaning of these words.
For once, Sebastian was the right father, and she was the right daughter.
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bethhiraeth · 2 years ago
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what does saying send tweet even mean😭
heres the know your meme page for it
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someonesrealityshifting · 4 months ago
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romanempirereigns · 1 year ago
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akashi-reddeath · 8 months ago
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Reign (The Manipulation of Broken Souls)
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iamleal · 2 years ago
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[(+)] @cruzazul [(+)] Mitad de temporada, es hora de estresarse 😜 #UnaFotoPorJornada #Jornada9 🆚 @fc_juarez (1-0) ✅ #CruzAzul #Novena #LigaMx #LigaBbvaMX #OrgulloDeSerDelNorte #AcknowledgeMe #Febrero #Mexico #Monterrey #NuevoLeon #Regio #Norteño #SonrisaChueca ッ #SomosLosQueSomos #ReyDavid #YoNoSoyDeRancho #EtiquetaAzul #DebajoDelSombrero #ElMilAmores #Leal #Reels #Shorts #Spotlight #SoyUnChicoEnElCuerpoDeUnMayor #outfit #Juarez #Bravos #Gorillaz (en Monterrey, Nuevo León... La Ciudad de las Montañas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpLrIvlJMc_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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problemgcd · 3 months ago
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Joseph Fatu. AKA Solo Sikoa. 31. Leader of The Bloodline. The Real Tribal Chief. #ACKNOWLEDGEME
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PLEASE NOTE: This is my first time writing as Solo so please be gentle with me. There will be times where Joe / Solo will be a dick; In other words, he will be like he is on TV. Try not to take anything he says to heart If at any time he is too mean or says anything that is rude, PLEASE COME TO ME! I can't change the behavior if you don't tell me you're upset.
Joe is the seventh (7th) child of nine (9) he has seven (7) brothers and one (1) sister. He is a DIVORCED father who does whatever he can to take care of his children.
Before becoming a wrestler Joe was a college wrestler however he decided to become a wrestler and continue the Anoaʻi / Fatu family legacy.
It is a known fact that he is the younger brother of Josh Fatu (Jey Uso) & Jon Fatu (Jimmy Uso) He is also cousins with Joe Anoaʻi (Roman Reigns) , Dwayne Johnson (The Rock) , Simone Johnson (Ava) And many other family members in the Anoaʻi / Fatu family.
When Joe isn't wrestling he likes to spend time with his children Zion and Za'khi. He also enjoys spending time at the beach or relaxing in his pool. Joe is currently SINGLE so feel free to flirt with him, he may flirt back.
Connections & Storylines are always up for discussion!
CONNECTIONS:
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FAMILY:
Josh Fatu - @maineventyeet
Jon Fatu- @noyeetuso
Joe Anoaʻi - @tribvlchef
Dwayne Johnson - @thefinalbvss
Simone Johnson - @raineofpower
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FRIENDS:
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ENEMIES:
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skaruresonic · 1 year ago
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metal overlord spends an entire fight screaming his soul out to the world, and the response from the cast is just like... ten minutes of the cast calling him a monster.
because its not like anybody actually listened to him, they just went "fuck that guy all my homies hate that guy" and then proceeded to talk past every single word he said.
Because Metal was trying to kill them.
It's pretty hard to feel bad for a guy who's trying to kill you.
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Not pictured: the part where Metal yells "Burn to death!" and proceeds to blast fire at the cast.
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yknow. like metal sonic didnt just spend the last 20 minutes of their lives screaming about how deathly serious he takes these battles and how its actively driving him crazy 1.) Metal doesn't really say anything to imply existential despair in Metal Madness. He more or less just brags about how he's going to take over the world:
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2.) Rouge said it best:
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Then we get to Metal Overlord.
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So far, Metal's beef seems to be a more pragmatic one than an existential one. He can never defeat Sonic, hence he must obtain more power in order to fulfill his purpose. He realized he couldn't do it in base form, and that is the reason he copied all that data and used the power of Chaos to transform. In true robotic fashion, Metal saw a problem and took concrete steps to solve it. But absolute power corrupts absolutely, and somewhere along the way, his plans mutated from "defeat Sonic" to "take over the world and rule as its supreme robot overlord." Although the two motives are intertwined, he's using the former to justify the latter. Somehow it never occurred to him that defeating Sonic doesn't have to entail world domination.
Sonic's response:
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Metal's reply:
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"But that was the past. Now you're nothing but a speck of dust to me."
Metal... doesn't seem very plussed so far? He's not exactly "spend[ing] the last 20 minutes of their lives screaming about how deathly serious he takes these battles and how its actively driving him crazy." You could argue he already went overboard with the whole transformation thing, sure, but if he really wanted Sonic to pay attention to his existential woes, why does he say "but that was the past" and paint it as though he's already past all that?
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Implying he may have felt fear in the past, perhaps? But since this was never established in the series before, I'm inclined to take it with a grain of salt. (Stuff like this is also part of the reason why I personally don't find Metal all that compelling---his so-called "identity crisis" is never fully fleshed out in the games.)
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Metal transformed himself to become the world's "ultimate overlord" just as much as he did it in order to defeat Sonic. There's literally no difference between this and Eggman's numerous "I'll conquer the world" tirades.
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Your Honor, this man is coping and seething
Notice how Metal claims to be "the ultimate overlord" first and "the real Sonic" second. It's clear that any existential reasons he gives are just flimsy excuses to justify his actions:
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and then when metal sonic loses, the guy is literally down on his hands and knees, he looks up at sonic and asks: why? why cant he win? to which sonics impossibly smug and condescending answer is "Because we're Sonic Heroes!" which is just... not an answer in any sense of the word. its barely even an acknowledgement of what metal sonic just asked. and then as a bonus sonic says "Any time you want a rematch, just let me know." At the risk of sounding pedantic, to be more precise, Metal asks "But why can't I defeat you?" rather than "Why can't I win?" This ties back to the original reason why he decided to transform himself into Metal Overlord. He realized he couldn't defeat Sonic on his own. He should have been able to defeat Sonic by absorbing the power of Chaos and everyone's abilities, Sonic's included, but even his best efforts failed because he didn't account for Sonic calling upon backup. As "impossibly smug and condescending" Sonic's answer may seem, the response does make a modicum of sense when you consider the games' themes of how we're stronger together than when alone.
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Metal copied everyone's abilities in order to become the supreme being of the world. It stands to reason that it'd take the superpower of teamwork to undo it.
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I'd chalk this up to another case of evil not comprehending good. A real "Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you persist?" moment on Metal's part.
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so im just thinking like. im going crazy like. maybe eggman didnt take metal sonics voice as a punishment. maybe metal sonic ASKED to have no voice.
because its not like anybody actually listened to him, they just went "fuck that guy all my homies hate that guy" and then proceeded to talk past every single word he said. so its not like him having a voice actually mattered, its not like any of them saw him as a person. whats the point in being able to speak if nobody will listen, right?
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Putting aside the fact that he was trying to kill the crew and his stated motives run more along the vein of world domination fueled by ego, your thesis seems to be that, after going through all this trouble of copying everyone's data and literally transforming himself in order to finally stick it to Sonic, Metal asks Eggman to make him subservient again. As though the rabid dog that clawed its way out of its cage would suddenly beg to be let back in again. You also missed the part where Metal passed out after Sonic left, so he was likely already unconscious when Eggman removed his voice:
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Heroes proves that Metal's not the kind of guy to lie down with his tail hanging between his robotic legs like that. Eggman would literally have to reprogram him in order to make him subservient to him, but even then, why would Metal ask Eggman to remove his free will? Also, the entire point about how no one listened to him when he tried to take over the world during an egomaniacal tantrum becomes fairly moot when we consider the fact that Shadow seems to respect Metal Sonic in Rivals 2 anyway:
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sonic heroes final story is like. actively making me upset. metal overlord spends an entire fight screaming his soul out to the world, and the response from the cast is just like... ten minutes of the cast calling him a monster.
and then when metal sonic loses, the guy is literally down on his hands and knees, he looks up at sonic and asks: why? why cant he win? to which sonics impossibly smug and condescending answer is "Because we're Sonic Heroes!" which is just... not an answer in any sense of the word. its barely even an acknowledgement of what metal sonic just asked. and then as a bonus sonic says "Any time you want a rematch, just let me know."
yknow. like metal sonic didnt just spend the last 20 minutes of their lives screaming about how deathly serious he takes these battles and how its actively driving him crazy
so im just thinking like. im going crazy like. maybe eggman didnt take metal sonics voice as a punishment. maybe metal sonic ASKED to have no voice.
because its not like anybody actually listened to him, they just went "fuck that guy all my homies hate that guy" and then proceeded to talk past every single word he said. so its not like him having a voice actually mattered, its not like any of them saw him as a person. whats the point in being able to speak if nobody will listen, right? do you get it? do you understand my point here? i feel like im going crazy
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msclaritea · 1 year ago
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The African Union is joining the G20, a powerful acknowledgement of a continent of 1 billion people - ABC News
NAIROBI, Kenya -- The group of the world's 20 leading economies is welcoming the African Union as a permanent member, a powerful acknowledgement of Africa as its more than 50 countries seek a more important role on the global stage.
U.S. President Joe Biden called last year for the AU’s permanent membership in the G20, saying it’s been “a long time in coming.” Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi welcomed the current AU chair, Comoros President Azali Assoumani, with a hug on Saturday at the G20 summit his country is hosting, saying he was “elated.”
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