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[moralchampion]

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[ronovanwrites]

6 Questions with Gary Born, author of The File.

6 Questions with Gary Born, author of The File. #MondayBlogs #IARTG #Thriller #Action #BYNR #Debut #FemaleProtagonist @booksforwardpr

Leaning into his experience as a preeminent international lawyer, Born weaves an exciting tale that spans Africa, the Middle East and Europe in a relentless pursuit of WWII Nazi intel that will enthrall the reader from the first page. The File Enter Sara West, a tenacious botany graduate student on a scientific expedition in the heart of the African jungle. During her research, she stumbles upon…

[blitzgamev]

he is such a nerd i cannot, reminds me why i like this guy

[nientedal]

"Megamind Rules is a mediocre tie-in that's airing far too late" SO WHAT. SO THE FUCK WHAT. What is your problem? What is your damage? The existence of this kids show doesn't negate the existence of the original, doesn't take anything away from you. You're out here pissing and moaning just because it exists??? and you don't like that it exists??? You'd think I'd be used to that by now, as someone whose general existence has pissed people off basically my whole life, but man, it just does not fucking compute.

It says a lot about you as a person that you assume "low quality" = "low effort" rather than low budget or lack of support from higher up the chain. This team was given peanuts to work with and the writers have been beyond ecstatic to be able to FINALLY do something else in this universe anyway; don't you DARE accuse the team working on this show of phoning it in, they worked their asses off.

As for the so-called "poor quality" - IT'S NOT A THEATRICAL RELEASE. IT WAS NEVER GOING TO LOOK LIKE A THEATRICAL RELEASE. Frankly it's fucking weird you expected it to! Megamind Rules is comparable to other direct-to-stream stuff on the market right now and that's not a bad thing. This is a show for children and it does just fine. The original movie had a budget of $130,000,000 for two hours, and this show did not have ANYWHERE NEAR THAT, for like 4 times as much final content. What the FUCK did you expect? What is wrong with you?

This isn't what YOU wanted - fine. It doesn't have to be. That doesn't make it BAD. And the bullying being leveled at the people who made it, just because it isn't what a bunch of entitled adults with weird-ass expectations wanted, is cruel and unreasonable and frankly just fucking bizarre, and I've had it up to here with you people. No one is "excusing a lack of effort," you're the ones assuming that lack in the first place and assigning blame to the workers instead of the corporation.

call me crazy but i really think if you haven't actually watched something, loudly hating on it and posting about your massive throbbing disappointment in the tag is pathetic. hilarious bullshit nonsense. form your own opinion instead of just swallowing what's fed to you.

it's not "Megamind 2," it's a show for ages 6 and up. give it some fucking grace or leave it alone if you haven't even had the decency to watch it for yourself.

[toolsparabola]

Eurp.... We fw KMFDM? Cuz I saw them tonight 👅🎉 SOO HAPPY THEY PLAYED ADIOS AND TOUCH RAAAADFGHJ SOO 🗣️🔥

[goatpaste]

if the jojo animal things are still open could i ask for lucy and sugar mountain as domestic cats!! They are my fav underrated duo even tho they never met LOL i just feel like they would b besties!!♡ (daiya too honestly)

can two kitties and a lil ouppy be friends!!! peace and love on planet eurp!!

[batkid-from-another-father]

ooc. Chat hke nerdy am I for listening to a yt vid talking about a controversial plague that happened in eurpe during prehistory

To keep to but to also like . . .. learn from tl

[infinity-rick]

First Meetings

As you pull up to the Smith's house, a surge of excitement courses through you. It has been two long years since you last saw your best friend Beth. Graduating from medical school and settling into your new position, you finally made the decision to return to your hometown of Seattle, Washington, ready to reconnect with your loved ones now that the endless studying was behind you.

Exiting your car, you pause for a moment to adjust your outfit, stealing a glance in the tinted windows. With a surge of nerves and anticipation, you make your way towards the open garage door, where an elderly man is meticulously engrossed in a device on his workbench. Hesitantly, you approach, hoping to find Beth. "Excuse me, is Beth here?" you politely inquire. The man remains focused on his work, barely acknowledging your presence as he grumbles, "Y-eurp-up, she's inside." Scrunching your face with confusion, you nod, murmuring a quick "Thanks" before making your way towards the entrance of the house.

Just as you step inside, you are greeted by the enthusiastic embrace of Jerry, who couldn't contain his excitement at your return. "Y/N! There you are! You look amazing. Welcome back!" Jerry exclaims, wrapping you in a warm hug. Grateful for his warm welcome, you smile and reply, "Great to see you too, Jerry." Without missing a beat, he gestures for you to follow him further into the house, where Beth awaits.

As you enter the living room, your eyes meet Beth sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in hand. A rush of joy fills your heart as she exclaims, "Oh my god, Y/N!" Rising from her seat, she envelops you in a long overdue hug. This reunion means everything to you.

"Beth, kids, come down! Your aunt is here!" Beth calls out, summoning Morty and Summer to join you. Although they may not be your biological niece and nephew, you've played a significant role in their lives, especially when Beth fell pregnant with Summer as a teenager. The room suddenly fills with the sound of energetic footsteps, and soon Morty and Summer are wrapping their arms around you, showering you with questions about medical school and your experiences in California. Chuckling at their enthusiasm, Beth playfully shoos them away, allowing the two of you to reconnect and catch up on lost time.

You and Beth find yourselves sitting in the kitchen, sipping wine and indulging in nostalgia as you share stories and relive precious memories. In the midst of your conversation, however, the persistent sounds of frustration and profanity came from the garage, followed by the forceful slam of a door. Curiosity piqued, you turn your attention towards the doorway, where the same elderly man you had encountered earlier in the garage now stands, making his way towards the fridge.

Breaking the silence, Beth introduces him, saying, "Oh, Y/N, this is my father, Rick." Shooting a sly remark your way, you lean back in your chair, arms folded, and respond, "Ah, the infamous estranged Rick Sanchez." Rick smirks, nodding in acknowledgment, and reaches into the fridge to grab a beer, standing up straight as his eyes meet yours.

Time seems to stand still in the weight of the silence that follows. Rick's gaze pierces through you, causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks. Unable to tear your eyes away from his, you try to suppress the butterflies swirling within you. Breaking the tension, Rick finally speaks, his voice filled with curiosity and surprise, "Where have you been hiding this one, Beth?" Beth sits there, momentarily taken aback by her father's unexpected reaction, and stammers, "Dad, this is Y/N, or rather, Dr. L/N. She recently graduated from medical school and moved back."

Rick's eyes roam up and down your figure, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, as he inquires, "Medical school, huh? So, what do you do?" You gather your confidence and respond, "I'm an anesthesiologist." But his gaze continues to unnerve and intrigue you, leaving you feeling dizzy with conflicting emotions. Rick's eyes widen, a knowing grin spreading across his face as he exclaims, "Well, well, well... Hot and smart. Impressive." Beth interjects with a disapproving tone, "Dad!" Attempting to diffuse the situation, she adds, "I apologize, he might be a little... under the influence." But you brush it off with amusement, replying, "It's alright, Beth. I don't mind." A chuckle escapes your lips, accompanied by a warm smile. Beth's eyebrows raise, a mischievous smirk mirroring her father's, as Rick casually turns and leaves the kitchen, retreating back to the garage.

The evening unfurls as you and Beth converse for a few more hours. You navigate the ebbs and flows of conversation till Beth is notably inebriated—your cue to depart. You say your goodbyes with everyone else before you weave your way to the garage, where Rick seems eternally enslaved by his work.

"Goodnight, Mr. Sanchez," you say poised to depart.

"W-wait," slips from his lips, halting you in your tracks. Rick pivots from his work, stands up and walks towards you. A warmth sweeps through your chest, painting your cheeks with a flush. Rick's gaze swarms over you, taking in every feature that composes your allure.

“Mind if I take you out sometime, Doctor?” His inquiry hovers in the air, playful and laced with curiosity. A soft smile graces your features.

“That sounds nice. I would love to,” you say politely, pulling out your phone to hand over to him. “You can put your number in.” He obliges, his fingers dancing on your screen before handing it back. He hands you his phone to put your number in his.

“Great. I can’t wait to be seen out in public with you,” Rick winks, cracking a sly smile. A giggle bubbles out of you.

“Goodnight, Mr. Sanchez,” you utter, while stealing a last glance. “You can call me Rick,” his suggestion is tender, gaze locked fiercely with yours. Your eyes reciprocate his intensity, mouthing a plush smile, “Goodnight, Rick.” With that, you turn around gracefully and walk towards your car.

But you've left a lasting impression on Rick. He's affected by your grace, by your mind, by your essence. His heart beats erratically. It’s been ages since he has experienced such a sweet feeling. He felt…soft. All he could think about was seeing you again.

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[yandere-romanticaa]

No fucking clue if anyone said it but it NEEDS to be said - it's beyond impressive to me that you have such a strong accent. Do you have any idea how many people want to achieve that? I'm a Russian living in the US and I promise you, you would find a job almost in an instant. I was shocked when I saw that you were from south eastern eurpe, balkan right? You really should be proud of yourself, this isn't something to scoff at (I am jealous of you hahaha)

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[disorentedfae]

do you play on the europe server too?

I play on the asia server, bt a lot of my mutuals play on eurpe so i was planning my second account there?

I do have an account on there, it’s very low AR tho cuz I haven’t touched it so i can work on that one too if you want to make a second account on there

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[dirk-rider]

Dirk lay beside Jake, listening to them talk about whatever struck their mind. Thoughts on film, mostly, though anecdotes from their own life slipped through every once in a while.

Dirk really liked listening to Jake talk. It comforted him, reminded him that he wasn’t alone anymore. He didn’t interrupt, as he found Jake’s voice charming, and he liked hearing Jake’s steady breathing as they spoke.

Tonight, Jake’s breathing was heavier, and accompanied by a low grumbling from their midsection. A full meal for the both of them, though it hit Jake much harder. Their stomach lay firm, so Dirk instead rested his head on Jake’s chest. Gurgles and groans occasionally sounded from there, too, and reverberated against Dirk’s rather sensitive ears. He liked the feeling, and softly glided his hand across Jake’s stomach to feel the sensations there as well.

After a while, these absent gurgles began making themselves more known in Jake’s chest, and then in their throat. Jake had never been able to burp the way Dirk did, though, and they couldn’t seem to catch them in time to push just a little bit more. Because of this, they ignored the sounds, seeming to forget that Dirk could still FEEL them, even if they remained inaudible.

Dirk had a few of his own he’d been swallowing, as he wanted better posture to make for better sounds when he let them out, but he wasn’t quite ready to move from his boyfriend’s chest.

Dirk did need an excuse to let them out soon, though. The pressure was starting to mess with him in ways which disrupted the other comfort of the moment. So he dragged his knuckles a bit deeper across Jake’s chest.

GT: Blimey, man, you could stand to be a bit gentler in your movements..!

Dirk exhaled a laugh which he knew came across as condescending.

TT: Why? Eat too much, lardass?

Jake flushed a bit.

GT: Well… yes? You should know as much, ogling me the way you did.

TT: Nothing bad has happened so far. Let me enjoy myself, would you? You’re fine.

GT: Alright haha, but if i hurl it will weigh on your conscience!

TT: You’ll be fine, man. Just keep talkin’ for me.

GT: Alright, let’s see where i left off. Oh yes! So i walked in and-brrurrp…

TT: You went in and burped? Pff, gross, dude.

Dirk felt a familiar heat rising within himself at the sound.

GT: No no, i wouldnt make such a crass sound in public and we both know it.

TT: You did last week.

GT: That was *you* who… who did that! You just placed your blame on me!

TT: I dunno, I think you’re remembering wrong. What reason would I have to blame you?

GT: You think it’s funny, you-berrUurgh!

TT: Man, you really are just provin’ my point.

GT: That was your fault and we both-bwuUrp-*fuck*, Strider, this-hhrp-hurts!

TT: Aw, they hurt? Not even a shred of relief?

Jake shook their head “no”, and Dirk sat up.

TT: Here, grab me that bottle of water, let me show you how it’s done.

GT: If you’d just keep your hands to yourself, i could instead go back to my digestion, thank you very much.

TT: Nah, I don’t think you could. Once they start in you, they usually don’t stop for a bit. And if they don’t feel good, what’s the point?

Jake sighed and grabbed the water bottle off of the nightstand for Dirk.

TT: Thanks, princess. Give me a moment.

Dirk unscrewed the bottle and put it to his mouth. He took a rather large inhale, more air than liquid, and swallowed heartily. The sound was loud and forceful and repeated itself a few times before Dirk‘s lips parted. He swallowed once more before his head thrust forward a bit and he opened his mouth.

TT: brRAAAAAAAaack!! *glp* baAaAAAAAArrp…eurp! Ohh fuck yeah, there we go.

Jake inhaled sharply, face redder at the display.

TT: See, those felt good, sounded crisp, too. Yours are just… pathetic.

GT: bbrUurgh…

TT: Yeah, y’see? You oughtta be more aware of your body. You can’t let them out so loosely, you need some control.

GT: I cant feel them the way you can, dirk, you know i cant!

TT: Really? You really can’t? You don’t feel the way your chest loosens and your throat tightens? You don’t notice the damn fuckin’ audible signs that they’re comin’ up?

GT: Glp… audible?

TT: Yeah, man, your throat usually gurgles a bit beforehand.

GT: I thought you hadnt noticed.

TT: So you do know what I’m talkin’ about, good. I want you to listen for that, wait for that feeling, okay?

GT: Okay… and then what? What do i do then?

TT: Well, to practice you’ve gotta lose a bit of that shame you’re holding onto, okay?

GT: What do you mean..?

TT: I want you to let out the lowest sound you can. Pitch-wise, I mean.

So Jake tried, they did. But the act was embarrassing. They didn’t want to lose full control of his vocal faculties, especially not with Dirk watching them so closely. Their heart was pounding and they wished Dirk would maybe leave the room, or maybe not have started… well, burping them. But now they wouldn’t stop and Jake was flustered and horny and they knew Dirk wouldn’t give up trying to “help” Jake until he was asleep.

GT: Could you at least… erm… look away..?

TT: Why? I like seein’ you squirm.

GT: Well im not really getting anywhere with you staring like a rattler. A guy has to retain a bit of dignity!

TT: Psh, fine, your loss. Some guys dream of my eyes on them, and here you are denying yourself the pleasure. But I can look somewhere else.

Dirk planted his eyes on Jake’s firm stomach.

GT: Could you look somewhere that… that isnt me?

So Dirk’s eyes moved to his hand, and he realized how anxious he must’ve looked. He relaxed his fists a bit, but was quickly interrupted by a low moaning sort of sound, and he smirked a bit.

GT: Oh dirk dont *laugh*!

TT: Sorry, sorry.

“Theres a good reason I voicetrain alone” was a thought that crossed his mind, though he didn’t verbalize it.

TT: You’re doing good, though, bro. You feel the way you’re pushin’? It comin’ up from the bottom of your throat, and you’re pushin’?