#cristalisation

[limitlesslfgt]

@enchantingcolortacogarden ph courtesy

Dominique Pouet. Porcelaine à couverte cristallisée.

[oceansssblue]

Not sure how much you’d be to do Mpreg omegaverse stuff but- maybe with Omega Hunter? 🥹👉👈

And if not Mpreg, maybe just the fluff! Post preg with newborn baby girl…maybe a follow up with the Alpha OMC 😇

Sprinkle of angst turning into fluff turning into smutt 🫡

Hunter shall be a dad (again).

I think you're really gonna like how this one came out, bud.

Enjoy!

Xx, Blue.

"JUST AS BEAUTIFUL" – (a) OMC / (o) Hunter 💖🔥💔

WARNINGS: Omegaverse usual shit including smutt (scent & breeding kink), insecurities about physical body changes and self-value during pregnancy (a bit of angst related to that), male preg, comforting fluff.

Buckle up!

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Hunter had always been fit. It was required of him; his body needed to be on tip top condition to push him through hours of dangerous misions of extenuating difficulty. It hadn't been too hard to develop that strength, those muscles, either; any training was a hundred times better than to remain trapped in Clone Force 99's barracks for a whole day. It had always made him feel more useful; more alive.

Perhaps that was why he now felt the complete opposite. He could barely walk without pain these days –and let's not talk about running or carrying heavy weight–; his muscles had all but dissapeared with his growing belly, and all he did was slump around and watch the holonet or read. He had started to ask himself if he wasn't being a burden for Night. It couldn't be easy for him; going to work everyday only to keep working when he got back home. He never complained, though, and always greeted him with a smile. Hunter had definitely won the lotery with his alpha.

Feeling grateful, and with a new resolve on his heart, he got up on his feet; deciding to try to put together at least a decent dinner for him. But today didn't seem to be his day; Hunter sat for a minute in order to rest his swollen ankles, and a minute was just enough time to burn through the fish sticks he had drowned in the frier. The smell of burnt food tickled his sensible nose; and Hunter swallowed the wave of nausea down, eyes cristalising. Why couldn't he...

A key moved on the lock of the front door, and soon enough, Night's voice was echoing in the corridor.

"Hey, darling, I'm home" he made himself known, as sweet as always, even though by now he was fully aware Hunter could hear him from clicks away.

Hunter tried to swallow everything down and put up a calm, smiley face; but all his efforts were inmediately abandoned when his dark brown eyes made contact with Night's light purple ones.

His alpha's face instantly switched to worry; quickly scanning him up and down and slowly approaching him.

"Sweetheart. What's wrong?" He asked softly, hands inmediately travelling upwards to cup Hunter's face tenderly.

Hunter answered with a wet chuckle.

"J-just being stupid. I tried to prepare dinner and burned everything".

Instead of growing angry, Night gave him a small fond smile.

"It's alright, darling. I appreciate the gesture" he pecked Hunter's pouty lips once. "Why don't we forget about that and take a shower together, mm? We can order in after that".

Night knew how much Hunter loved taking showers or bathing together. It was a chance to relax, to just breathe; to caress each other tenderly and bask in each other's love. The thought of Night seing his naked body right now, though, didn't bring him the same comfort.

Hunter pulled down on his oversize sweater, shifting unsurely.

"I don't know... I... I showered already today..." he tried to step around it.

Night frowned. He knew him too well by now.

Hunter's vision turned blurry; and a quiet whine threatened to escape from his tightening throat.

"Hunter... Baby..." the alpha caressed the skin of his reddening cheeks with his thumbs and whispered gently. "Will you tell me what's really going on?"

Hunter couldn't helo but cry, if only a little. It wasn't messy and loud; just a few tears running silently down his cheeks. Night brushed them away with his thumbs.

"I feel so useless" he finally broke down and confessed to him. "You're working all day long so we can live here, and I'm just lazing around. I wanted to do something nice to compensate and look at what happened. And... and I look so different, Night. I feel like a giant ball of fat. I'm not the man you started dating. How can you...? How can you...?"

Night shushed him softly, kissing him deeply, perhaps with a little more force than necessary.

"Hunter" he firmly called him by his name, and the omega couldn't so anything else but to look up into his eyes. "You're not useless, and you're not being lazy. You're growing a life inside of you; and that takes energy, and sleep, and everything else. Of course you need to rest; and of course you're not going to be running around doing missions and shooting the bad guys. After how ecclectic your life has been it's normal this is making you feel a little lazy. But I asure you, it's nothing but normal. And just the fact that you tried to do this gesture for me is heartwarming enough".

Hunter's worries started to melt with his alpha's kind words; but Night hadn't even finished comforting him.

"And as for your physical aspect..." he brushed a hand down his hair. "You're as beautiful as the day I met you in the market. You have the same handsome face, the same pretty dark brown eyes, the same long hair I love so much. And yeah, your body has changed. But don't you think it's anything close to bad. Your ass is a dream, Hunter" he squeezed it suggestively with a grin and the omega had to laugh. "And seing you naked is one too. Do you have any idea of how much it turns me on? How good you look with our pup growing inside of you? How good knowing that feels?"

"Do you really mean that?" Hunter asked, fingers clenching on Night's shoulders.

The alpha sighed.

"Of course I do, Hunter" he pressed his forehead against his, just like the omega had taught him a year ago. "It's our baby. You're mine as much as I'm yours. I'm not going anywhere, and it's going to be okay".

Weeks of silent stress vanished from Hunter's body instantly; and he tugged his alpha's neck down to kiss him. Night complied without a blink; lips moving softly over Hunter's and hands bracketing each side of his face, deepening the kiss.

When they parted, both of them were breathless; a peaceful expresion in their face.

"Wanna' take that shower now?" Night offered again, hands travelling down to caress Hunter's hips.

Hunter bit his lip.

"Could we... Do you want to have sex? Now?"

Night looked surprised at first; but inmediately smiled and chuckled.

"Of course, baby" he tugged Hunter's body as close as he could against his. "I'll give you what you want now".

Hunter sighed; relaxing in his partners arms. Night dipped his head down for another kiss; and the omega tilted his head upwards, letting him explore him with his tongue. Hunter had not been one for those kind of kisses before meeting him; it was messy, too slick, too... Disgusting. In his opinion. It came out he had just really had very bad tongue kisses. The way Night explored him was nothing but; he had no rush, he didn't force anything around. He just softly prodded and swiped, just a little tease that left Hunter wanting for more.

One by one, each item of their clothes was left scattered around the floor. The sight of the alpha naked still managed to surprise him, a year and a half later; Night was a mix between pantoran and human, his skin a beautiful smooth dark purple and the small geometric tattoos on his face a softer violet. And he was big; so big. Hunter clenched just by looking at him.

"Like what you see?" Night teased, stroking himself once, twice, while Hunter squirmed in place. The alpha hummed and gently turned him around so he was facing the kitchen table. "Hold on, darling, I need to properly prepare you before you take me inside of you".

He didn't delay; falling down to his knees and grabbing a handfull of his ass, swipping his tongue over his wet entrance, spreading him apart.

Hunter's knees buckled; moaning quietly, he quickly took hold on the edge of the table, tiny movements pushing himself back onto his alpha's tongue.

Night hummed happily behind him; fingers playing with his wetness for a few seconds before he was slipping one of his fingers inside him too.

"F-fuck" Hunter stuttered when he moved onto three, after a few minutes of opening him up restlessly.

Night finally stood up –one knee cracking uncomfortably– and smiled; molding his chest to the omega's back. His fingers continued pumping inside of him.

"You're always so tight, love" he whispered close to his left ear, sending shivers down Hunter's spine. "It's a wonder. You could think by now that your body would have permanently adjusted to the shape of my cock".

Hunter whimpered and pushed back harder against him; a rush of lust and warmth bubbling over him.

"N-night..."

He knew what he wanted, and the alpha smiled quietly.

"You want it, baby? Want my big cock inside of you?"

Hunter sighed.

"Please..."

The alpha groaned and took hold of his erection, coating the tip with Hunter's wetness. The omega bit his lip. He already felt good and Night wasn't even inside of him.

"Kark, baby" the alpha finally pushed his cock into him, slowly but steadily until he was seathed inside his warm walls. "You always look beautiful with my cock inside of you".

Hunter clenched around him, bringing out another groan from the alpha; who caressed his hands all over Hunter's body, from his shoulders, down his back, thighs, and all the way up including his pregnant belly. Hunter squirmed.

"I'm okay" he whispered to the man behind him.

Night hummed and obbeyed his wishes, pulling back and slowly pushing back in.

Hunter kept his eyes closed; getting used to the feeling of something that big and that good moving inside of him.

Night moved progresively faster, deeper; until desire got the best out of them and he was pounding into Hunter with impatience and abandon. Hunter whined and dropped open his mouth with the rush of pleasure.

"S-so good..."

Night pushed on his shoulders, directing him to bend down and push his ass up into the air. Into him.

He whispered sweet –and filthy– nothings to his ear while never slowing down or changing positions; just small adjustments to keep fucking him non-stop. Hunter clinged to the table as best as he could; until his shaky legs couldn't hold him up anymore, and he grew concerned about hurting the baby if he pressed more of his belly onto the hard surface.

"Night..."

"Yes, love?" He asked, slowing down.

"Can't..." Hunter blushed, embarassed. "Bed?"

"Oh" the alpha seemed to realise the situation, and inmediately smiled brightly at him. "Of course, sweetheart. Come here".

Hunter squeaked when the alpha pulled him into his arms; lifting him bride-style of the floor and walking towards the bedroom effortlessly.

Night chuckled, amused.

"Didn't know you could make that noise".

Hunter shot him a glance, pouting.

"You could have given me a warning".

Night laughed, and he gently dropped him down on the matress, staring at him while he remain standing. Hunter squirmed impatiently.

"What?" He asked, seing the thoughtful expresion on his alphas face.

"Mm. I'm debating wether I'd like to fuck you against the matress like when you're in your heat or if I'd prefer to watch you on top of me".

Hunter's face reddened inmediately.

"Any thoughts on it?"

At Hunter's flushed silence, the alpha dropped on the bed besides him.

"I think I want to see how beautiful you look bouncing on top of me" he stated, grinning flirtily.

Hunter might have had some reserves about his body image; but right now he was so turned on, and he wanted Night's hard cock inside of him so bad, he didn't quite care what the position was.

He climbed over his alpha's thighs; hovering over his erection before slowly sinking down onto his cock.

"Fuck, Hunter" Night moaned, hands squeezing both sides of his hips, eyes growing hazy. "Just like that, baby".

Hunter answered with his own moan and slowly moved up and down onto him; closing his eyes and enjoying himself for a few moments without a care in the galaxy. When his thighs started to burn, he whined and shot a glance to Night's purple eyes; and the man understood inmediately, tugging him forward until he was half-resting on top of his chest, planting his feet on the bed and moving his hips up against him in short, sharp movements.

When the pleasure was too much for the omega to handle and Hunter all but slumped on top of him, his pregnant weight too heavy for him to push against, Night hugged the omega to himself and grinded their hips together. By Hunter's moans, they were both pretty close to orgasming.

"Please. Please..." the omega whined, panting against his neck, kissing his scent glands here and there.

"F-fuck" Night rumbled, the sound of his wet dick music to his ears, Hunter's voice too. "So fucking beautiful, love, so fucking... Fucking breedable. If you weren't already full with my pup I'd give you another one right now".

Hunter murmured a "close" onto his neck, squirming on top of him, and Night squeezed his hands on Hunter's bubbly butt, feeding more of his cock into him.

"You like that, baby? Like being bred by your alpha? Pushing your ass up and beg to be filled with my cum?"

"I'mgonnacumI'mgonnacum..." Hunter whined in eccstasy, digging his fingers onto the alpha's shoulders.

"Beg me" Night ordered, suddenly tugging his hair back and forcing him to hold his purple gaze. "Beg me to come inside of you, come on, baby..."

"Please" Hunter cried, clenching impossibly around the cock inside of him. "Please, alpha, wanna' feel your warm cum inside of me. Mark me up, breed me again, please, please..."

"F-f-fuck, I-I'm..." Night pounded once, twice, three times inside of him and then he was cumming in long warm spurts inside of him, moaning next to Hunter's ears and the omega was done for too.

Hunter cried, clenching tightly one last time over him while the stars exploded all around his body, pleasant tingles spreading through every nerve til the very tip of his toes; then relaxing slowly.

God. That was...

"So good" Night mumbled, still twitching inside of him, gently caressing his hips with his fingers. "Love you, Hunter".

The omega sighed, swimming in endorphins and happiness. Yes, he had won the lottery.

THE END.

Damn, that was 🥵

Back to omegaverse masterlist here:

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

@cristalised

Maybe these photos are from the same day with his Aussie peakers in Sydney, he is wearing the same Nike t-shirt and sunglasses 🕶️

We don’t know his relationship with basketball but SH previously wore this Nike Basketball 🏀 Dri-FIT jersey vest in black at his home.

Nike Basketball Starting Five Dri-FIT jersey vest in black.

Now £30.50. Was £37.95. (-19%)

Why does He wear the same t-shirt every day in Sidney? For running or walking around the city. Perhaps he has a terrible sense of fashion. 🤷‍♀️

[bienvenuechezmoi]

Je suis en interrogation profonde sur Cyrus North en ce moment. Est ce que je continue à le regarder ou j'arrête ? C'est vrai que des fois ça peut être intéressant. J'ai un peu décroché quand il a commencé son format "êtes vous des merdes ?" où clairement on aperçoit plus distinctement son avis politique de droite. J'avais vu ce changement dans son contenu depuis qu'il a arrêté les contenus formats pour laquelle il avait été connu à la base. Je ne dis pas que c'est moins bien, je dis simplement que l'on aperçoit davantage sa personnalité et ce que je vois ne me plaît pas forcément. Je trouve que ses vidéos "êtes vous des merdes ?" cristalise vraiment cette sensation. Et en voyant sa dernière miniature avec la poupée gonflable sexuelle j'ai levé les yeux au ciel. Je sais pertinemment que c'est une miniature putaclic avec une réflexe dans la vidéo mais bon ça reflète bien son mood du moment que je n'aime pas. Je pense je vais la regarder, ça clôtura peut être mon avis sur lui.

[wiredaughter]

@augustwritingchallenge day 5: chess players

@aug-kissed week one: indirect kiss

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nerron×will reckless × au: chess club × first kiss × indirect kiss × 710 words × ao3

Will knows Nerron hates him. From there, it doesn't take him long to learn he also loves him. Finding a way forward through the paradox of their friendship might prove harder than forcing a mate with two knights.

ENDGAME

Despite whatever Nerron may think, Will Reckless isn't stupid. He knows Nerron hates him, has known since the first day he followed his brother to the club after school, months ago. How mistified he'd been by the charged silence in the hall, interrupted only by the ticking of the clocks or the brushing of the pieces against the boards, the creaking of a chair and the occasional low hum as players try to think their way to a checkmate.

After observing seemingly random moves at a distance that culminated on a player toppling his own king, he'd decided he'd rather learn doing, as most fifteen year olds are bound to. And this is how Nerron had intercepted him with a story or other about his brother. Jacob Reckless, always hovering over him with his energy. Through his derision for his brother, Nerron had been up to showing him the ropes, if begrudgingly and always happy to point out his blunders. But he'd taught him. Will Reckless is not stupid, and so it doesn't take him long to figure it out; Nerron loves him.

He doesn't say it, won't try and risk this. He enjoys their matches, the caustic affection he guesses through Nerron's words. He won't say it, for he wouldn't know what to do with it. So they play. He's a fast learner and takes well to blockades and pursuit, demolition, deflection and annihilation, decoys. In his mind, they’re playing a different game. Nerron hates him because he hates Jacob, but he loves him for everything he is other than his brother. And he deflects and pursuits so he can show he's, against even what their teachers think, way more than that.

So they move past that. Will is, after all, loving and lovely. Not that Nerron would think about it in as many words, but they develop a friendship outside of the club. And inside, their pieces skirmish for a victory that more often than not cristalises as a draw. So they draw, again, with two knights versus a bishop. Will would have been happy to work through it, but Nerron says it's impossible on either side and finds the exercise pointless.

Will goes to get coffee whilst Nerron returns the pieces. Nerron drinks it black and Will does too to posture usually, but today he gets cream and sugar. Nerron joins him and, true to form, grabs Will’s cup right just as he's lowering it after a sip instead of the one he's offering. He's nothing if not distrustful, though Will cannot say of what. He'd take it as an insult but he knows it's more of a habit. It's something else too.

‘You've got to stop indirect-kissing me.’

Nerron's expression doesn't change, but it's not like he expected it to. ‘It's sweet .’ He says it like it's a bad thing, shakes his head.

‘Sharing spit or my coffee?’ Will shrugs. ‘Yours isn't.’

They exchange and finish their drinks chatting halfheartedly about whether Will's knights could have still checkmated Nerron, as long as they left his bishop alone, and how Nerron's bishop wouldn't have allowed it.

Will doesn't try to linger once they've finished. He's only distantly thinking of a forced mate, instead wondering whether he should have stayed silent. The problem with interpersonal relationships, he thinks, is there are no real rules of engagement. The problem with Nerron, specifically, is his expression never betrays anything that could tell him if he's doing wrong. And so now, as he goes in for their postmatch/farewell handshake, he gets pulled closer with no warning, Nerron's eyes searcing his for an instant before he’s pressing their mouths together.

It's forceful as he thought it'd be, and for no reason as usual. He's welcoming, reciprocating, expectant. And Nerron is, if he had to put a word to it, bellicose. He presses back, just enough to be a participant, and it seems to sap the fight from Nerron. He pulls back, letting his eyes linger on Will's mouth. Just as Will thought, he doesn't know what to do now. As if sensing it, Nerron shifts his stance.

‘You said to stop doing it indirectly.’

‘I mean it.’ He gives Nerron's hand, still in his, a perfunctory shake. ‘See you tomorrow, Nerron.’

[trottoir-s]

représentation des territoires et attaches àleur matérialité

L’attache à un territoire, se produit par un sentiment d’amour pour celui-ci. Ces à travers ce qu’il représente qu’il fait que l’on ne veut plus le quitter ou le voir se transformer. 

     Au delà des diverses raisons, c’est celui du paysage qui nous intérésse ici. L’estuaire qui s’enlise fait perdre par exemple la notion de balnéarité, de mer, de péche, de port, de plage.. etc. La baie de somme en est un bon exemple. Certain s’y sont installé parcequ’il s’y croyait à la mer et se refuse de vouloir voir cette imaginaire disparaitre, malgrès le fait que le phénomène de colmatage soit inéductible. C’est un sentiment de violence, douleur, mort qui se présente à ses usagers. 

Les usagers décorent leur maison avec des voiliers en echelle réduite, mette des poissons sur les vitraux, cultive cette imaginaire de la mer. Le plus osuvent, ils ne sont pas conscient de ce qui se joue ici, que la mer n’est plus et que les pecheurs ne revienderont sans doute jamais à l’heure de notre ére. Ils sont enfaite dans une forme de simulacre. 

La douleur que procure ces transformations est radical. C’est de l’ordre d’une destruction, d’une mort, d’une impossibilité. Je crois qu’il est nécéssaire de faire participer les usagers à l’information, je veux dire que laisser s’installer un tel imaginaire quant on connait c’est aboutissant est proche de la dangerosité. Je crois que c’est au pouvoir plubique de prendre leur résponsabilité. 

La douleur devient plus prenante que l’attache au sol soit fort. Le touriste passager ira ailleurs, mais que faire des populations qui ont investi dans la région, voir si y sont installé?

     La transformation des paysages et leur rapidité s’intensifiera avec les phénomènes liées au chomage climatique, de la submersion à l’ensablement. Il me semble qu’un axe de recherche est à prendre voir révéiller, celui des impacts psychologique sur les habitants d’un territoire qui se déforme rapidement. Dans l’objectif de motiver les pouvoirs publiques à agir contre les simulacres.

Il me semble en effet ne plus être à l’ordre du jour de constitue et cristaliser des imaginaires sur un socle mort. Il nous apparait nécéssaire qu’une information diffuse, pertinente et certaine soit celle qui traverse les populations.

[drean-ann]

YOU WILL FIND YOUR DEFINITIONS, THAT IS A PLAN....I THINK YOU SHOULD ALSO HAVE THAT KINDA SURVIWAL SYSTEM IN THESE CONDITIONS...I WONT TO USE IT... I FROSE EVERYTHING BENITH US NEGATIVE 0...I CAN PROVE THAT...HOUR PLUS HOUR PLUS HOUR AS THE PLANET IS ROTATING....WONNA MY NEWEST TOY?? GRAVITY,...EVERYTHING IS A GRAVITY....RETRANSKONFIGURACJA....MOOOOVVEE.....HAHAHAH IT'S A MODEL OF UNIVERCE...MASS ABSOLUTE,....NOW...NOW EGSIST EVERYTHING WHAT EGSIST,..IN WHAT IT IS CONTAIGNED, AND THAT IS INFINITY,...EVERYTHING IS A UNIVERCE, EVERY PARTICULE, EVERY ELEMENT IS THE UNIVERCE, WE ARE THE UNIVERCE, EVERYTHING IS THE UNIVERCE, THERE IS NOTHING MORE PERFECT....EVERYTHING IS TAOUCHING ITSELVE EVEN BY TEMPERATURE....LIVE DEFINES DEATH PERFECT,....THEN IS INFINITY, THERE ARE EVERYWHERE INFINITIES HERE,...THEN IS IMMORTALITY, IT'S NOT FAR OWAY. ...THEN IS UNIVERCUM, THERE ARE UNIVERSAL WALUES HERE, EVERYTHING HAS ITS DEFINITION....WEIGHT, MATERIAL, MASS, SHAPE, DEFINITION.....THEN IS EMPIRE,...I DONT KNOW HIGHER ORDER, POWER...HOW ABOUT YOU?? WHAT ABOUT GOD?? ACCORDING TO QUANTUM PSYCHICS EVERYTHING IS BUILD FROM ELEMENTS, PARTICULES....HAS A ROLE OF WORK, SO IT'S A TYPE OF ENGIN....IN THESE CONDITIONS IT IS BETTER TO HAVE A ROLE OF WORK BECOUSE IT WILL RESIST LONGER TO THE ENVIROMENT CONDITIONS...THERE IS NO POINT TO BUILD ENGINE TO ONE THERE IS NO FUEL, BECOUSE IT WILL NOT WORK....PLUS AND MINUS ARE EQUAL, BETWIN THERE IS 0 AND IT FLOATS...IN 0 GRAVITY, TYPE OF ENGINE..THERE USE TO, EVERY WECTOR WAS POINTED IN OTHER DIRECKTION, THERE WAS NO WECTORS AT ALL,...THE NEGATIVE WECTOR DOES NOT NEED FULCRUM, IT WILL GROW ANYWHERE....THE POSITIVE WECTOR WAS POINTED UP, THE NEGATIVE WAS POINTED DOWN, THAT WAY NOTHING WAS TOUCHING ITSELVE....THE MATER, THE MATERIA CRISTALISED ITSELVE UNTILL NOW....IT'S ALL FOR US.....MATERIA CRYSTALLIZED FREELY FROM PRIMARY MATERIAL INTO SHAPED FORMS, E.G. A QUARTZ, WATER, SUNS, ELEMENTS FROM THE MENDELEEV SYSTEM.... BY ADOPTING ITS PHYSICAL PROPERTIES.... EACH PHYSICAL OBJECT WILL BE ACCORDING TO ITS WEIGHT, MASS STRUCTURE, SHAPE, MATERIAL OF WHICH IT IS...EACH ELEMENT HAS A ROLE OF WORK....EVERY ELEMENT HAS ELEKTRON, NEUTRON, POSITRON....EVERYTHING IS MAGNETISED. ...I THINK MAGNETISM DOSN'T EGSIST WITHOUT SUNS, EVERYTHING IS MAGNETISED. ....THE NEGATIVE POTENTIAL POLARISE WITH MAGNETISED MATERIA AND WE DONT FALL DOWN. ...WHOLE PLANETS ARE GRAVITATING IN SPACE THIS WAY. ...)))..... PLUS AND MINUS ARE EQUAL AND IT FLOATS,...THERE WAS NOTHING BENITH US, THE NEGATIVE POTENTIAL WAS EMPTY....FROSE....ANYBODY HAS A BETTER IDEA?? THEN IT STAYS....WE DONT HAVE TO DEAL WITH THESE PROBLEMS,....THESE ARE GOOD INFORMATIONS, WE CAN USE....)))).....

[lostsoulau-ask]

*Buddy looking at 2 regular Mags talking about fighting a giant tree made pecause of a gold parasite fused with a cristalised fruit and not knowing what in the stars name is the ancients (bc bad memories)*

Draw this Sonic fandub meme with three Magolors from the Magoverse

[peekasso]

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[kimodraw]

They call me homewrecker, homewrecker

I’m only happy when im on the run

[nemesisadraste]

Encanto HC

Bruno and Augustin were friends since childhood.

He had a lot of minor accidents or bee allergie incident so he spended a lot of time a la casa Madrigal to get heal by Julietta (this is actually how I think they met) and sometime after he would play with Bruno in his room if he had time.

One day when they were about 12 Augustin was very curious about how the visions worked and wanted to see Bruno in action. Bruno was scare to lose his friend if he did, but Augustin really insisted and reassured that it wouldn't happened. After all he knew Bruno just had the visions and didn't make them happend. Beside what's the worst he could see? Another acciendent he'll have in the futur? Big scoop!

So Bruno finally did it, happy to explain the ritual he made up himself to his friend and he saw Augustin growing alongside Julietta constantly healing him and their futur kids with the purest love of all. The vision cristalisation just showed a way older Julietta healing a way older Augustin so Bruno went like "Looks like you're gonna grow old in Julietta's room!" Augustin though it's mean his was to have a lot of accidents in his life and reacted like "At least I'm gonna grow old unlike my mom seems to think 🤣" And it's just years later went he married her and moved on in her room that understands what he actually ment by it.

It's actually one of his rare positive prophesy and the reason he didn't explained it was because he already knew they had feelings for each other and didn't want them to get married because he said they would, but rather because they freely chose to.

[pure-kirarin]

Killer x reader (having a stressful day) English / French

Disclaimer : This will be in French and English. It was written originally in French and translated to english. I added the french version at the end of the post if anyone is interested. 

A/N :  こんばんは !  ♡ リクエストしてくれてありがとう~  @holykillercake​ san. This is my first time writing something both in English and in French. Alsooo, writing something for Pasta-husbando ! I hope that you will like it >o< I never noticed that Kirarin & Killer both have “キラ”, this explain why Killer’s hair is so healthy and shiny...Anyways~  始めましょう !

-ENGLISH- 

«- Relax. »

The moment his fingers touched your skin, your shoulders unclenched as if a weight or a burden had dropped off them. Your muscles were stretched to the limit; An underlying tension, no doubt, you were carrying the stress of a whole week on your frail shoulders. «- Y/N. » Just your first name, nothing else.

It was his way of asking you what was bothering you and you understood it. You were there, you had just come to his room, sitting on the sofa and there he is – as it has now became a habit – behind you, offering you a massage. Fairy fingers put pressure on your shoulders, fingers that could as well kill as take you to heaven. Never once you have felt afraid. His touch was comforting, familiar.

« -Don't worry. I just had a stressful day...The usual.  You melted under his touch. You felt his fingers tighten at your remark and you could make out his thought pattern. -No Killer, nobody bothered me. You won't have to kill anyone.  -I wasn't planning on killing anyone. You couldn't suppress a small laugh as you guessed his confusion. He was extremely protective of you, even if he hid it pretty well. Dear lord, just his presence was enough to put you in a better mood. -Yes, yes, of course. And what about the guy from last time ? » You reminded him of your last party, or rather, the party where you both had to babysit Kid once again. A man a little too drunk had taken advantage of the crowd to put an indiscreet hand on your lower back. Needless to say, Killer broke his arm without blinking – a reflex. To be fair, Kid would have reacted even worse, the redhead and you were like brother and sister.

His fingers reluctantly left your shoulders, he got closer to the large bookshelf, as big as one of the room's walls.

Killer was an avid reader, he had books from different origins. You were always in awe in front of his wide knowledge. When did he have all the time to read these books ? Certainly during nights of insomny. He came back and sat down next to you, in his hands, you recognized the book "A Thousand and One Nights", the cover was thick and decorated with a golden frame. You smile excitedly, you and Killer had this habit; whenever you felt bad or couldn't sleep, he would read you fairy tales. He had read dozens of them to you ; The Little Prince, Alice in Wonderland, the Tales of Hoffman. But your favorite was always “A Thousand and One Nights”. (Arabian Nights)  This book cristalised your love. Whenever you couldn't sleep, you would join the man in his room and he would tell you, like Scheherazade, the astonishing tales. Before you even knew it, you had fallen under his spell. He patted his knees and you rested your head just there. His voice carried you to the sands of the east. A voice extremely gentle, mesmerizing. This intimate moment was enough to eradicate all your worries. One hand was carrying the book, while the other stroked your hair and cheeks in turn. His voice told you about the adventures of Sindbad, the famous sailor from Bagdad.  He had bought this book from an old bookstore in Alabasta and it introduced him to the oriental beauty. When he finishes reading the tale you get up slightly and snuggle up in his arms. He circled your waist with his as you stayed there for a moment. -I love it when you tell me about the adventures of Sindbad. I feel like I'm seeing a side of you that no one else can access. -And that's true. You are the only one who wants to hear these stories. He strokes your hair. -All credit goes to you. You are an excellent storyteller. -And you are an excellent listener. » He smiled behind his mask, maybe if he took it off, you could've seen the rose-color that tinted his cheeks.

He appreciated how you cared about everything he said and everything he loved. You were the only person in the world he shared this with, who he could stand sharing all of this with. The stress of the day was now nothing but a vague memory. Only one thing was missing. You wanted to get closer. You wanted to look at him and kiss him. The adventures of Sindbad were not enough. « -I want to look at you...  » You breathe out, your voice was no more than a sigh, a slight whisper that made him smile behind his mask. Smile that you don't see but that you could imagine. You didn't have to see him, you just had to pay attention to his chest rising with the rhythm of his breathing. You now knew how to decipher every gesture and the slightest variation in his voice. But it didn't stop you from wanting to look at him. You knew each other more than anyone, but you always wanted more. You wanted him  entirely to yourself. You wanted him to lay bare his feelings just as you did, because he was your comfort zone and you wanted to be his. You sit, your slender fingers brushing against the hard surface of the mask. You feel his breathing stop. « -For me... » you add, insisting.

It wasn't the first time you'll see him without a mask, but could you be satisfied? He even kept it on in his sleep. Your fingers start caressing the golden locks. « For you. » He repeats, his voice was firm but penetrating. Coming from behind the mask, it was somewhat veiled. Someone else would never have guessed his hesitation but you? Easy task. You couldn't suppress a smile, one of a child that was promised a sugar cube. You were now sitting next to him on the sofa, wrists on your hips, catching your breath, eyelashes barely batting.

The mask was now resting on the armrest. Your eyes layed on his perfectly sculpted face and the purplish lips that you were dying to kiss. Did he hide his face, like Medusa hers, out of fear of petrifying you? «- Killer ... You are so...beautiful. » No need for words, a finger rested on your parted lips. Your gaze was enough, words were sometimes too overwhelming. His azure eyes shone behind a curtain of golden hair. You hesitate, a second then two, before coming to sit on his knees. He was surprised by this proximity but it didn't bother him since he put your hand on his chest. His skin was warm, his heart was beating considerably faster. He didn't say it, that gesture meant "I love you" and you knew it.  - Thank you for being there for me.  » Your face was inches from his. His lips barely caressed yours before kissing you fully as his hand rested on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. Once again, the gesture spoke better than the words. I love you. I want you. I want you to give me all your stress, all your pain, I want to carry it for you.

- (Y / N) ... A sigh ... I lo- Suddenly, the door thudded open. You didn't have to look back, you knew, both of  you knew who that was. -Killer! When are we gonna eat I'm sss---... Wait what, FUCK- - Can't you knock on the door for once? You grabbed a pillow and threw it at Kid, who was already turning around, embarrassed to have interrupted you. He disappeared as quickly as he had come, uttering a myriad of obscenities in his way. Killer buried his head in your neck, embarrassed to be found in this compromising situation, although it could have been way worse. You cursed Kid inside for interrupting you.

-Killer, what were you saying ? He puts his mask back on murmuring a « nothing »

-But I swear I heard you say it. You were going to say « I love you », right ? You teased

-If you heard it then why are you asking ? He was extremely thankful for wearing his mask at that moment.

-Because I want to hear it again ! -Too honest, you were too honest for his own good. -I love you. -W-wait I wasn't prepared ! You were now the one to blush. Killer wasn't the kind to express his feelings all the time and that openly, so it meant a lot to you.

« Cute » was all he thought of you in that moment. He got up holding you tight against his chest ;

-Well, I think that Kid is really going to throw a tantrum if he doesn't get to eat. You must be starving as well. Would you like to help me in the kitchen ?

-Of course I would. But first put me down. -I am scared that is out of the question. 

He simply answers as he proceeds to hold you over his shoulder, heading towards the kitchen. - French -

«- Détends-toi. »

A l'instant où ses doigts entrèrent en contact avec ta peau, tes épaules s'abaissèrent comme si un poids ou un fardeau en disparaissait. Tes muscles étaient tendus à l'extrême ; Une accumulation de tension sans doute, le stress de toute une semaine.

« - (T/P). »

Juste ton prénom et rien d'autre.

C'était sa manière de te demander ce qui te tracassait et tu le compris. Tu étais là, tu venais tout juste de rentrer dans sa chambre pour t'affaler sur le sofa et le voilà qui -comme à son habitude- t'offrait un massage. Il avait des doigts de fée, comment des doigts pouvaient-ils aussi bien tuer que t'emmener au paradis ? Tu n'avais jamais eu peur de lui. Son toucher était réconfortant et familier.

« -Ne t'en fais pas. C'était juste une journée stressante. »

Tu fondais sous son toucher, sa présence derrière toi était rassurante. Tu sentis ses doigts se crisper à ta remarque et tu pus deviner son schéma de pensée.

«- Non Killer, personne ne m'a embêtée. Tu ne devras tuer personne.

-Je ne comptais tuer personne.

Tu ne pus réprimer un petit rire en devinant son trouble. Il était extrêmement protecteur lorsqu'il s'agissait de toi, même s'il ne le montrait pas. Bon dieu, rien que sa présence était assez pour te mettre de bonne humeur.

-Mais oui, bien sûr. Et le type de l'autre fois, on en parle ? 

Tu ne manquas pas de lui rappeler votre dernière soirée ensemble, ou plutôt, une énième soirée où il fallait prendre soin de Kid. Un homme un peu trop alcoolisé avait profité de la foule pour poser une main indiscrète sur le bas de ton dos. Inutile de mentionner que Killer lui avait fracturé le bras sans ciller. Remarque, Kid aurait agit pire, le roux et toi étiez tout deux comme frère et sœur.

Ses doigts quittèrent tes épaules à contre cœur, tu le vis qui s'approchait de la grande bibliothèque qui occupait un des murs de la pièce. Killer aimait énormément lire, à vrai dire, il avait tellement de connaissances et il avait des livres de différentes origines. Tu étais toujours admirative devant son savoir.

Il revint et s'assit à côté de toi, entre ses mains, tu reconnus le livre « Mille et une nuit », la couverture était épaisse et ornementée d'un cadre doré. Tu souris avec excitation, Killer et toi aviez cette habitude ; à chaque fois que tu te sentais mal ou que tu n'arrivais pas à dormir, il te lisait des contes. Il t'en avait lu des dizaines maintenant ; Le petit Prince, Alice au pays des merveilles, les Contes d'Hoffman. Mais ton préféré restait toujours « Mille et une nuit ».

Ce livre représentait ton énamourement. A chaque fois que tu n'arrivais pas à dormir, tu rejoignais l'homme dans sa chambre et il te contait à la manière de Shéhérazade les contes étonnants. Avant même de t'en rendre compte, tu étais tombée sous son charme.

Il tapota ses genoux et tu posas ta tête là où il l'avait désigné. Sa voix te transportait vers les sables d'orient. Il y mettait tant de douceur. Ce moment intime était assez pour éradiquer tout tes ennuis. Sa main portait le livre, tandis que l'autre, caressait tour à tour tes cheveux et tes joues. Que tu étais chanceuse de l'avoir. Sa voix te racontait les aventures de Sindbad. Il avait acheté ce livre lors d'une escapade à Alabasta et était tombé sous le charme.

Lorsqu'il finit de lire le conte tu te relevas légèrement et tu te blottis dans ses bras. Il encercla ta taille des siens et vous restèrent un instant dans cette position.

-J'adore quand tu me racontes les aventures de Sindbad. J'ai l'impression d'accéder à un côté de toi que seul moi peut voir.

-Et c'est vrai. Tu es la seule qui veut entendre mes contes.

-C'est tout à ton honneur. Tu es un excellent conteur.

-Tu es une excellente audience. »

Il sourit derrière son masque et ne manqua pas d'en rougir. Il aimait comment tu t'intéressais à tout ce qu'il racontait et à tout ce qu'il aimait. Tu étais la seule personne au monde avec qui il partageait cela, avec qui il pouvait se permettre de partager cela. Le stress de la journée n'était plus qu'un vague souvenir. Une seule chose te manquait. Tu voulais plus de proximité. Tu voulais le voir et l'embrasser. Les aventures de Sindbad n'étaient pas assez.

«-Je veux te voir... »

Tu expires, ta voix n'était plus qu'un soupir, léger murmure qui le fit sourire derrière son masque. Sourire que tu ne vis pas mais que tu pus deviner. Tu n'avais plus à le voir, tu n'avais qu'à prêter attention à sa poitrine qui s'élevait au rythme de sa respiration. Tu savais maintenant déchiffrer chaque geste et la moindre variation de sa voix.

Tu le connaissais, vous vous connaissiez plus que personne mais tu en voulais toujours plus. Tu voulais qu'il s'offre entièrement à toi. Tu voulais qu'il mette à nu ses sentiments comme tu le faisais avec lui, parce qu'il était ta zone de confort et que tu voulais être la sienne.

Tu te redresses, tes doigts graciles viennent toucher du bout des doigts la surface dure du masque. Tu sens son souffle s'arrêter.

« Pour moi... » tu répètes, insistante. Ce n'était pas la première fois que tu le verras sans masque, mais pouvais-tu en être satisfaite ? Il le gardait même dans son sommeil. Tes doigts se perdent maintenant dans sa chevelure dorée.

« Pour toi. » Sa voix était ferme mais pénétrante. Venant de derrière le masque, elle était quelque peu voilée.

Une autre n'aurait pas pu deviner son trouble mais pour toi ? Tâche facile. Tu ne pus réprimer un sourire d'enfant auquel on promettait un morceau de sucre. Tu étais maintenant assise à côté de lui sur le sofa, les poignets sur tes hanches, le souffle coupé, les cils battant à peine.

Le masque reposait à présent sur l'accoudoir. Tu pus découvrir son visage parfaitement sculpté, ses lèvres violacées. Cachait-il son visage, comme Meduse ses yeux, de peur de te pétrifier ?

«- Killer...Tu es magnifique. »

Pas besoin de mots, un doigt vint se poser sur tes lèvres entrouvertes. Ton regard était assez, les mots parfois l'encombraient. Ses yeux azur brillaient derrière un rideau de cheveux dorés, ils étaient fuyants. Tu hésites, une seconde puis deux, avant de venir t'installer sur ses genoux. Il fut surpris par cette proximité mais elle ne le gêna pas puisqu'il vint poser ta main sur sa poitrine. Sa peau était brûlante, son cœur battait considérablement plus fort. Il ne le dit pas, ce geste signifiait « Je t'aime » et tu le savais.

«- Merci d'être là pour moi. »

Ton visage était à quelques centimètres du siens. Ses lèvres vinrent caresser les tiennes à peine, avant de t'embrasser pleinement tandis que sa main se posa sur sur ta nuque pour approfondir le baiser. Encore une fois, le geste parlait mieux que les mots. Je t'aime. Je te veux. Je veux que tu me donnes tout ton stress, toute ta peine, je veux la porter pour toi.

-(Y/N)...Un soupir...Je t'ai-

Soudain, la porte s'ouvrit en un fracas. Tu n'eus pas besoin de te retourner, tu savais, vous saviez de qui il s'agissait.

-Killer ! C'est quand qu'on mange je meu--...PUTAIN mais...

-Tu peux pas frapper à la porte pour une fois ?

Tu attrapas un coussin et tu le lanças en la direction de Kid qui se retournait déjà, gêné de vous avoir interrompu. Il disparut aussi rapidement qu'il n'était venu en prononçant une myriade d’obscénités.

Killer enfonça sa tête dans ton cou, gêné d'être découvert dans cette situation compromettante, quoique ça aurait pu être pire.

-Tu disais quoi, chéri ?

Il remit son masque tout en murmurant un « rien du tout ». 

-Mais je jure que je t'ai entendu le dire ! Tu allais dire « Je t'aime », n'est-ce pas ? Tu le taquinais un peu trop pour son bien être.

-Si tu m'avais entendu, alors pourquoi demandes-tu ?

Il était extrêmement heureux d'avoir son masque sur le visage à cet instant précis. 

-Parce que je veux l'entendre à nouveau. Si honnête, un peu trop pour son bien. 

-Je t'aime. 

 -Qu-quoi ? Je n'étais pas préparée à ça ! Tu étais maintenant celle qui rougissait. Killer n'était pas du genre à exprimer ses sentiments tout le temps et ouvertement alors ça signifiait énormément à tes yeux. 

« Trop mignonne. » C'était ce qu'il pensait de toi en ce moment. Il s'est levé tout en te gardant contre sa poitrine. 

-Bon, je pense que Kid va vraiment causer un désastre s'il n'a pas à manger. Tu dois mourir de faim également. Tu ne voudrais pas me donner un coup de main en cuisine ?

 -Bien sûr que oui. Mais tout d'abord...Est-ce que tu pourrais me poser à terre ? 

 -ça c'est hors de question. Il répondit simplement tout en te mettant sur son épaule et en se dirigeant vers la cuisine.

[dazzle3b]

LOLIROCK REVIEW (S2 EP25 Part 1)✨

because WHY NOT

As you guessed it contains spoilers so

SPOILER ALERT

Now that that's out of the way let's get to it! PS: I'm really new to Tumblr so please bare with me

Sooooo Lolirock season 2 hmmmm? So many episodes are my favourites but I gotta say, I was SO not ready for Crown Glory part 1 ( even more for part 2 ;^;)

First off, I absolutely love it when the evil twins are in disguise and this episode is no exception. Mephisto went all out, even changed his voice! Also Iristo Gloryyyy

And can we just appreciate all these precious moments

Fanboy Mephisto is best boi (I mean he even tried to dance with them please BXJSJSJSSBSJDNDJDBDJDNDDJD)

We finally see Mephisto watching Lolirock's concert (for 5seconds) but still it was something I've always wanted to see in an episode👏

That brings us to my ABSOLUTE favourite part! After Iris has her little kiss with Nathaniel, he gets cristalised while Iris gets blasted in the air.

At first she stares at Nathaniel, who's still trapped in the green cristal, but then OhHohO there is Alan "crying" all over the place.

Iris is obviously like "wtf is Alan doing here?" and then we have this moment *drumrolls*

"Fooled you big time princess. It's me your BEST BUDDY."

Is my Iristo side showing? Cause I'm wheezing at this scene.

Here is the link to the episode, you should totally check it out, also to hear how Mephisto said that last line cause his voice asjsksbsjkakskddndjdjdndkdjdk

Enjoy! Thanks for reading this mess😂

Gonna be drawing all characters from the show, really excited about that💕 Might even redraw this scene 👀

If you have any favourite moments from this episode, feel free to share it!✨

[a-40k-dad]

There’s a huge problem with social media’s witch hunts and it’s the disappearance of being allowed to make mistakes. This fact is absolutely damaging beyond words in teenagers.

I remember having half-baked, unrefined, abrasive opinions when I was younger. Growing up meant I was allowed to confront those to reality, without being burned at a stake for it.

Nowadays though? Social media and the internet as we know it has robbed something precious from the youth and it is absolutely terrible to see the devastating effects of this.

On one end of the spectrum you have depression, anxiety and suicide, on the other is the cristalisation of the “mistake” as a cause. By trying to correct the “mistake” the violent reactions to it becomes justification to stand your ground. An immature idea becoming values cemented in a sense of digital martyrdom.

Because as Blanche Gardin said : (paraphrased) when we react to anything on social media, it isn’t our opinion (because we don’t give it time to properly form with nuance) but it is our emotions showing.

Maybe they’re in the right place but more often than not, they’re half baked, one-sided and terribly lacking temperance. But then we took a stand, somewhat publically so, we gotta die on that hill, right?

Whatever “side” we’re on that’s how it goes. That’s how ideas are getting more extreme through the patting-of-the-backs of people who share our opinions emotions. There’s a sense of “us against them”. That’s echo chambers. The other is the enemy. We’re 100% right, you are 100% wrong, and there’s nothing else to it.

It’s a conendrum and I have no clear solution aside from trying to educate people, reminding them of what’s going on at the meta level. I’m including myself in this, because I’m merely human that is to say failible and prone to half-baked ideas.

[drean-ann]

SIMPLE STONE CAN LAST FOR 10.000 OF YEARS,...NOTHING HAPPENDS TO IT.....FROM SHAPLES MATTERIA,...INTO QWARTZ, WATER, IRON, METAL,...ELEMENTS FROM MENDELEJEV SYSTEM....NUCLEAR WE ARE....EVERYTHING IS NUCLEAR....THAT IS INOUGH,...THE MATTERIA CRISTALISED UNTILL NOW....ACCORDING TO QUANTUM PSYCHICS EVERYTHING IS BUILD FROM ELEMENTS...HAS ROLE OF WORK, SO IT IS A TYPE OF ENGINE....IN THIS CONDITIONS, ENVIROMENT IT IS BETTER TO HAVE ROLE OF WORK BECOUSE IT WILL RESIST LONGER OVERLOADS...NUCLEAR WE ARE,...THERE ARE MASSIVE OVERLOADS HERE, EVERYTHING HAS ITS WAIGHT DONT BE STUPID...AND HERE JUST RAINS ...EVERYTHING IS MAGNETISED,...EVERY ELEMENT, EVERY PARTICULE HAS ELEKTRON NEUTRON POZYTRON....MAGNETISED MATERIA POLARIZES WITH NEGATIVE POTENTIAL AND WE DONT FALL DOWN... WHOLE PLANETS ARE GRAVITATING THIS WAY IN SPACE....PLUS AND MINUS EQUALS, ...BETVIN IS 0 AND IT FLOATS...IN 0 GRAVITY....FIRE BURNS UP...POSITIVE POTENTIAL WAS POINTED UP,..NEGATIVE POTENTIAL WAS POINTED DOWN ..SO NOTHING WAS TOUCHING IT SELVE...EVERYTHING IS POLARISED THIS WAY . ..ITS MY IDEA ...THIS AND I FROSE NEGATIVE POTENTIAL AND EVERYTHING BENITH US ...I HAVE POINTED NEGATIVE VECTORS INTO FREESE....THERE WAS NOTHING BENITH US.....GOT BETTER IDEA?? THEN IT STAYS ...SIMPLE STONE CAN LAST FOR 10.000 OF YEARS....NOTHING HAPPENDS TO IT....WE ARE ALL LIVING IN THE SAME WORLD...WE THINK SIMILAR....SUPREMACY OF THE UNIVERCE....MIND OVER MATERIA....THE MATTER IS ETERNAL, BUT WE CAN DO WHATEVER WE WONT WITH IT....BUT WE ARE DYING...SO QUESTION IS...FOCOUS....AT THE BEGINNING STONES HAD IDEA HOW WORLDS SHOULD BE LIKE...THEY CHOSED HUMANS TO HELP THEM BUILD THEIR WORLD...I REMEMBER EMPERORS,...WE WHERE UNITS NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE MISTAKES...BUT THEN INSANE RA STARTED TO EXTERMINATE LIVE, SENSE, LOGIC,...TO TAKE EVERYTHING FOR HIMSELVE,...WOMANS, WEALTH, GOD, LIVE.....I THINK THE EXTERMINATION OF LIFE IS HAPPENING FRM THE BEGGINING. ...WHAT IF ONE PLANET IS POPULATED,...NO OXYGENE ANYWHERE. ...TURKS...WONNA PROVE THAT EVERYBODY'S FUCKED??? DO YOU SEE OLD PEOPLE??? ALL OF THEM, EVERYBODY ARE FUCKED. ...I WANDER WHO BUILTED ALL THIS, I NEVER HEARD ABOUT ANYBODY. ...I DONT SEE GENIOUSES, MUSICIANS, ARTIST WHATEVER YOU NAME IT. ....EVERYBODY ARE FUCKED ..CONSERNS EVERYBODY,...BE CAREFULL IT'S HAPPENING NOW. ....THE HUMANS KIND HISTORY TAKES ABOUT 2MINUTS IF YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS ABOUT. ...IT'S NOT EVEN A SENTENCE. ....FOCOUS. ....NOW WE HAVE DEMOCRACY, BEFORE THAT THERE WAS KAPITALISM, THE GOVERMENT DOESNT CARE ABOUT OUR OPINION, THE DEMOCRACY IS A LIE,...BEFORE THAT THERE WAS COLD WAR IN POLAND, FIGHTS WITH POLICE STAN WOJENNY W POLSCE, BERLIN WALL. ....BEFORE THAT THERE WAS KOMUNIZM AND THERE ŁAGRY AND KOŁHOZY PART OF THE EXTERMINATION, BEFORE THAT THERE WAS FASHIZM, RASIZM, KANIBALIZM STALINIZM MARKSIZM SOCJALIZM NAZIZM,NATIONALIZM DEHUMANIZACJA. ....MONKEYS ARE DISCUSTY UGLY AND STUPID, THEY ARE EATTING PARSITES, MONKEYS HAS HANDS, EVERYTHING ELSE 4LEGS,....THERE ARE NO ANIMALS, THERE IS BEEF. ....BEFORE THAT THERE WAS SLAVORY AND CUTTING HANDS WHEN YOU STILL SOMETHING,THEY WHERE MAKING SOAP FROM HUMANS IM SORRY ANYWAY. ...BEFORE THAT THERE WAS EVOLUTION, THRU ALL THE EVOLUTION ANIMALS KILLED THEMSELVS AND EAT EACH OTHERS LIVES. ...BEFORE THAT THERE WAS BIG BANG. ...THIS IS OUR HISTORY. ...EVERYBODY FOR THEMSELVES. ...ON EARTH LIVES PROPABLY 7,6 MILIARDS OF PEOPLE, WHOLE PLANET IS POPULATED, SO IF IN ONE TOWN LIVES 300.000 PEOPLE THEN IN ALL TOWNS ON WHOLE GLOBE PROPABLY SOMETHING LIKE THIS, ..I THINK I KNOW WHAT TO DO. ...2000 THOUSENDS YEARS HAS BEEN PASST....I DONT REMEMBER MORE....YOU HAVE GOT A TEMPO, GOTTA ADMMIT....BUT IT'S GOOD...I RATHER 7 MILIARDS OF PEOPLE THEN RA,...TURKS....AND THEIR HOLY WAR...I WROTE A BOOK,...WHERE IS DESCRIBED THE NEXT STEP FOR HIMANS KIND...IT'S COLLED..."Dobrze, że to śnieg pada a nie planety spadają". ....EVERYBODY BELONGS TO GOD. ...))).... I THINK SO. ....EVERYTHING BELONGS TO GOD. .. ))).....

[drawrty]

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