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ngl but I´m a little too much obsessed with your family stories. Would be awesome to read some more of the taboo stuff.

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It had always been the case that Marjorie had to share the room in the summer house with her cousin Ian. That was just the way it was when you were the only girl in the family and there weren't enough bedrooms for everyone. That had never really been a problem either, because when they were younger all the cousins had slept in one bedroom on the mattresses that had been laid on the floor. It was like a huge sleepover party! Later, after the full, exciting days, they also appreciated the peace and quiet and retreated to the bedrooms with the comfy beds. At some point, Marjorie's parents divorced and she preferred to go to her father's house in the summer rather than travelling to the summer house with her mother. But now they were all grown up and actually living their own lives, but her grandparents were getting older and because her grandfather had been diagnosed with a serious illness, all his grandchildren got together once again and spent what was probably his last summer with him at the summer house. The house was full and so Marjorie had to share a room with Ian again. But now they had both gone through puberty and things were no longer as carefree and innocent as they had been years before. They changed awkwardly in the bathroom and wore long pyjamas. They fussed about asking whether the light could be switched off and whether they wouldn't disturb the other when they got up early in the morning to go jogging. The familiarity from before was gone. But over the course of the first week, they started to talk a bit in the evenings. Just small conversations about university or what they thought of the day's activities and excursions. After her grandfather had a boost, they also talked about that and their own finiteness. By the second week, they were used to talking for an hour or two after the lights had been switched off. In the dark, it was much easier to talk about things they hadn't told anyone yet. At first, Marjorie talked about her parents' divorce and how sad it sometimes made her to come home to her mum and see her lonely while her dad had three kids with a new, younger wife, and Ian talked about how much he hated it when he got lower than A grades.

He said that he couldn't sleep then and hated himself for being such a failure, while all his friends were also happy to get a C or to have passed at all. Ian then admitted that although he was over his first girlfriend and his first heartbreak, he didn't dare to fall in love again for fear of having his heart broken again. And then Marjorie finally said it for the very first time. She told him that she had never had sex before and that she had never kissed anyone, but that she would like to but had missed the moment when everyone was in the trial and error phase and therefore rejected all the boys who were interested in her. Ian was surprised. Marjorie was a pretty girl. Of course she was also kind of cool, he had known her all his life and knew how nimbly she had climbed the highest trees barefoot, while he had only dared to climb the lowest branch. She had played football wildly and screamed like a madwoman. So loud and powerful. In the past, she might have been called a tomboy. She had worn her older brothers‘ and cousins’ clothes and had short hair. Now she wore her hair longer and wore women's clothes. Her body was womanly. She was attractive, though more reserved. She sighed heavily. ‘How I wish I could just make out with a cute boy like you!’ He said nothing.

The next morning, Marjorie's mum asked her if Ian and she were getting on well, otherwise Marjorie could of course go to her mum's room, but Marjorie assured her that everything was fine. That evening, Ian asked: ‘Did you mean it?’ ‘What?’ asked Marjorie, who had already made herself comfortable in her bed. ‘That you'd like to make out with me?’ asked Ian, who had also just returned from the bathroom in his pyjamas. ‘What? I never said or meant that! I meant a cute boy who isn't related to me.’ ‘But I'm just your cousin, it would be allowed, you know?’ ‘But frowned upon!’ She shook her head vigorously. ‘I'm just saying. I've already had a girlfriend and you could practise with me innocently so that you dare to date a boy,’ he suggested timidly. She was shocked and turned to the wall. She didn't want to talk to him anymore today. The next day, she watched him relaxing in the pool with the others. He was also attractive, he had been awarded a sports scholarship for university, so of course he had to be in shape. Not in the surfer boy way either, but much more inconspicuously. Yes, she meant a cute boy like him. That was her type. Marjorie quickly shook her head and went inside. She spent a little time with her grandfather. ‘I'm proud of you, you still have principles and you're not giving yourself away to just any bloke!’

The aunt, who was also in the room, laughed. ‘What?’ he asked his daughter. ‘But Dad, haven't you got it yet? Marjorie is a lesbian!’ ‘Uhm,’ said Marjorie. ‘I'm not a lesbian.’ They both looked at her sceptically. ‘I mean, sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I didn't realise you weren't out!’ ‘I'm not a lesbian,’ Marjorie repeated. ‘But you always used to have short hair!’ Marjorie frowned. ‘That's not a clear sign of a lesbian,’ she said and laughed at her aunt's naivety. Marjorie was not homosexual, but her world view was certainly characterised by open and tolerant values. ‘But you're still a virgin, aren't you?’ her aunt asked. She blushed and ran into her room. Ian was standing there, naked. ‘I didn't realise you were here!’ they both exclaimed at the same time, startled. ‘I was just changing! I was wearing wet swimming costumes and wanted to go into town for a quick trip,’ Ian explained quickly. ‘I'm already leaving!’ said Marjorie. ‘Oh rubbish no, just close the door!’ Marjorie closed the door and stared at her cousin, who was now hiding his nakedness behind a towel. ‘Well, you don't have to stare at me either,’ he laughed. She nodded and sat down on her bed. ‘What's wrong?’ Ian asked as soon as he was wearing trousers and hesitantly sat down next to her.

‘well, I was just mistaken for a lesbian because I've never had a boyfriend.’ ‘You're just waiting for the right one,’ he said. She nodded. ‘But I don't dare because I'm so inexperienced.’ She laid her head sadly on his shoulder and he patted her gently. She sat up again and looked at him. There was that crackling in the air that comes just before the first kiss between two people. In fact, Marjorie leaned forward and Ian allowed his cousin to kiss him. However, he stood up as soon as the kiss was over. ‘I don't want to pressure you into anything,’ he said. She was confused. ‘Don't get me wrong, the kiss was very good for a beginner. But I don't want to be taken advantage of either. If that's what you really want, to gain experience, then don't play with me, demand it. Then I'll show you everything.’ She hesitated and he looked down at her. ‘Think about it until tonight. When you come out of the bathroom and lie down in my bed, you're mine for the rest of the summer. If you go to your own bed, I'll leave you alone, but you won't make any more advances in my direction either.’ He smiled and stroked his cousin's cheek with his index finger, who had fallen silent in surprise. He left the room. That was Ian for you. He liked people who were straightforward. No games, nothing in between. He was straightforward and clear. And that was what Marjorie needed from him.

Of course, she didn't want to commit herself and would rather have the opportunity to accuse him of misbehaving than to agree. But Ian was right. If you want something, you have to stand by it. And that's what Marjorie did that evening. She came out of the bathroom and found Ian already lying in bed. She pushed the latch on the door and crawled into bed with him. He grinned. ‘I thought my little cousin might want to learn a thing or two from me.’ ‘Don't say it like that,’ she said, grimacing. He laughed. Then he pulled her close. ‘Whenever you're in my bed, I'm the boss. I take care of you. But you have to trust me.’ He felt warm against her cheek and smelled wonderfully like a man. He gave her a little kiss on the forehead that made her shiver. Then he pulled her a little higher and his lips found hers again.

After that night, it was hard to pretend that there was nothing between them. He had touched her everywhere, she had moaned softly in his ear, it had felt so good. And now she had to look at the same fingers that had made those noises yesterday, passing the butter over to her grandmother. She had to watch that mouth as it tasted a crusty roll, whereas yesterday it had tasted her lips. His eyes looked innocently at anyone who said anything at the breakfast table, but yesterday those eyes had seen Marjorie's naked body. She blushed and could hardly concentrate on the conversation. The next night he taught her how to suck a penis in such a way that the man lost his mind. Using these little tricks on him gave Marjorie quite a bit of pleasure herself. But the next morning it seemed to be Ian who couldn't take his eyes off her lips that had made him twitch with lust just a few hours earlier. They made out for a few nights, but eventually the time came and they actually had sex. His penis was warm, big and felt so damn right inside her that she dug her fingernails so deep into his back that the aunts asked him about the marks the next morning by the pool: ‘Do you have mosquitoes in the room or why is your back scratched up?’ ‘Seems like it,’ was all he said. She grinned. ‘He's your cousin,’ one of the aunts said to her later as she was taking out the rubbish and bumped into her aunt. ‘I know,’ Marjorie said simply. ‘That means some things aren't allowed to go on between you two.’ Marjorie shrugged her shoulders and asked innocently, ‘What kind of things?’ ‘You know.’ She shook her head. ‘It can't get physical, you know?’ her aunt fussed. ‘And between us?’ asked Marjorie. ‘Between you and me? You know I'm a lesbian because I wore my hair short as a child.’ This time it was her aunt who shook her head: ‘Of course, you're not a lesbian and you're not fucking your cousin. But I can see the way he looks at you. He was always such a good boy. Maybe you should move in with your mum.’ Marjorie laughed and asked: ‘Wouldn't that be much worse - if the lesbian fucked her mum?’ The aunt said nothing more. The self-confidence was new. And Marjorie was already looking forward to the next night. Ian was her drug. And today she wasn't wearing any panties so that he could touch her bare arse under her summer dress throughout the day. And no matter what her aunt said, it was wrong to fuck her cousin, but it felt so right. And she would do it again.

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Grocery store in UAE Dubai

nowadays I live in Dubai for working and as I am a fan of Korean food and Korean snacks in Dubai I go to the Asian market in Dubai, the great Korean snacks that I go to buy always is a grocery store that has an onion flavor, wow guys it has the great taste ever and I and my sister usually go to the Family Mart shop for buy it and we check the online store for them also because as soon as the new arrival comes to the people go to buy it all and in this case, I go to buy a bunch of it earlier.

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[seajuss]

Genuinely sad that I’m going to miss thanksgiving with my family, because that’s the one day all of us get together and really celebrate our heritage and our family. My aunt and uncle always would play our favorite Irish songs and hand out drinks as we gave our thanks and sang our songs. 

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Люди часто рассуждают о жизни, используя океанические выражения: море возможностей, много рыбы в море. Но все это не относилось к жизни Нефилимов. Мы были скорее пойманными в сети рыбами, которые должны работать на акул или быть съеденными ими. В море у нас не было никаких шансов.

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The K Food

There is a plethora of vivid gastronomic cuisine all around the world. The most popular cuisines are Asian and European. Asian food is divided into four categories. Asian cuisine includes Southeast Asian cuisine, South Asian cuisine, East Asian cuisine, and North Asian cuisine. East Asian cuisine, which encompasses South Korean cuisine, Chinese cuisine, Taiwanese cuisine, Japanese cuisine, Mongolian cuisine, and North Korean cuisine, is my favorite dish in this category. One of my favorite cuisines is Korean cuisine. In Dubai, there are a number of Korean eateries as well as a Korean Mart. Korean spices and sauces are used in Korean cuisine. The key components are sand lance sauce, doenjang, gochujang, and ssamjang. It gives your taste receptors a lively flavor.The Dubai Korean Mart is a Korean supermarket in Al Barsha, Dubai, next to the Mall of Emirates. A Korean grocery shop and an authentic Korean restaurant are both located on the site.

These are the most popular Korean dishes, all of which I enjoy.

Tuna Kimchi Fried Rice: I like sour kimchi from Korea. If you glance inside our refrigerator, you'll notice that kimchi is constantly on hand. In addition to eating it as a side dish, I adore cooking with it! One of my favorite ways to use kimchi in the kitchen is to make kimchi fried rice. It's delicious and just takes a few minutes to prepare.

JJAMPPONG (Seafood JJAMPPONG): Jjamppong (Jjampong) is a famous hot noodle soup in Korea that is rich in seafood. It is delectably refreshing and delicious!

Jjamppong is a red hot soup foundation with fresh noodles, a variety of vegetables, and seafood. In general, the soup is spicy, although it may be toned down if cooked at home. Jjamppong's popularity in Korea is being challenged by jajangmyeon (Korean black bean noodles). Jjamjjamyeon is a good option if you can't decide between jjamppong and jajangmyeon.

Tteokbokki It's a cylinder-shaped rice cake coated in a spicy sauce that's a classic Korean street snack. These spicy, slightly sweet, chewy rice cakes are difficult to resist. When I first had tteokbokki, I knew it was going to be my favorite Korean food. At Family Mart Dubai, this meal is a must-try.

Kimbap Cooked rice is stuffed with vegetables or meat (for non-vegetarians) before being wrapped in gim, a dried nori seaweed sheet and sliced into bite-size slices. Sesame oil and soy sauce are used to season it. Sesame seeds are strewn over the top. Soy sauce is served on the side.

At this Korean Mart, you'll also find prepared dishes, spices, and Korean sauces.I got sand lance sauce from the Dubai Korean Mart for my cooking attempts (familyK). Sand lance sauce (Myeolchi Aekjeot) has a flavor similar to anchovy fish sauce.

Koreans are known for their creative eating habits, such as their "maxim mocha" coffee, I learned. With a perfect blend of coffee, cream, and sugar, this instant coffee mix has a smooth flavor and is presented in individually wrapped packets. These sachets come with sugar control. Because the components are piled with the sugar at the bottom, the sugar flow is controlled by crimping the packet at the very end. If you want the whole amount of sugar, pour the entire packet out. Because I was attracted by the cuisine, I tried a lot of Korean food and purchased more Korean things.

"Taste the lively cuisine of Korea"

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KING OBERON MOGDIR OF MOGDIR KINGDOM

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As leader of the "Arcane Kingdom", Oberon's concerns lie in protecting nature, the practice of magic, and magic users at the expense of commoners. While these policies do little for the kingdom's economy, they do ensure that it will not suffer attacks from nymphs or the Aquarian Alliance, keeping the kingdom in relative peace.

OVERVIEW

Oberon considers nature conservation a top priority. He upholds the Nymph Pact, a treaty that forbids industrialization in order to protect the ecosystem. His policies on the matter are so strict that this kingdom relies purely on magic rather than technology. Refined iron is also banned from kingdom territory, as it repels magic and makes fae ill. The harvesting of living wood is outlawed, making it that much harder for commoners to survive without magic powers.

While magic users thrive, these policies are not appreciated by the local commoners (peoples who are unable to wield magic, such as humans). They feel that Mogdir's magic-based society is not accommodating to them, leading to self-segregation and hostility among classes. Commoners here are forced to live in the stone age.

While they legally have the same rights as everyone else, commoners tend to be treated poorly in this kingdom. In the western edges it is less noticeable, but as one goes further east, the more hostile it gets. Slavery is illegal in Mogdir Kingdom. However, fae tribes in the eastern forests are notorious for kidnapping and enslaving commoners from the west. Oberon is criticized for his lack of action on the matter.

While not officially at war anymore, Zareen Empire and Mogdir Kingdom are still fighting proxy battles on their shared continent of Evik. Tension has always been high between them, as Zareen refuses to sign the Nymph Pact and pollutes the land with abandon. Their smog and trash becomes Oberon's problem when it finds its way into his skies and rivers. His peoples' attitudes towards Zareenite citizens--especially dworfs--can be highly xenophobic.

POLICIES

-"Our environment must be protected at all costs, for if our Mother Gaia is ill, so too is our kingdom. It is better to be at harmony with her children, the nymphs, than to face them in an eternal war."

-"The use of magic is an ancient and sacred way of life for all fae and gaian kind. All schools of magic should be practiced freely and responsibly with fewer restrictions."

-"Iron in its refined state is harmful to our magical countrymen. It must stay outside our borders, for every fae and magic-wielding gaian has a right to good health."

-"Beasts are a part of our Mother and so they shall not be penned, owned, or otherwise disrespected. Hunting is the natural order of things, but animal-farming will lead us down a path of filthy industry."

-"No living tree shall be harvested for its wood. Only dead wood should be utilized."

MOGDIR ROYAL FAMILY

KING OBERON

Oberon was born and raised in Mogdir Capital City. Both of his parents were politically involved and well-connected individuals. Between his parents’ connections and his own charismatic nature, Oberon has always been very popular in his community. While some accuse him of “sleeping his way to the top”, Oberon claims he climbed his way up the political ladder legitimately until he found himself on the kingdom’s council. It wasn’t long before he was eventually elected as the new High King of Mogdir Kingdom, beating his two fae opponents by a landslide.

This event was historic for the kingdom, as gaian candidates rarely make it to the finals, much less win the position as ruler. It seemed Oberon’s charm was irresistible, and he only ever told the Mogdiri people exactly what they wanted to hear. He promised to address two main things during his reign: protecting the environment and improving conditions for gaian citizens.

While his approval ratings remain high, it is not because Oberon is doing a perfect job fulfilling his promises. Quite the contrary, he has proven to be a rather incompetent politician. But what he excels at is hiding his mistakes, manipulating the people, and deflecting blame onto others. His mistakes are never his fault, and there is always a scapegoat for him to point fingers at. This has led his people to believe that he’s a great ruler, and that his shortcomings are only because of factors outside his control.

Oberon is especially popular with poor gaian populations. His image can be found all over gaian districts, praising his rule and regarding him as a hero. He even boasts a decent amount of support from rich fae populations, who normally don’t agree with his party. With his silver tongue and winning smile, it seems Oberon can convince just about anyone of anything.

QUEEN SANCTORIA

Sanctoria was born to a middle-class family in Eadhilde. She was always praised for her natural beauty, so she sought a career in modeling from a young age. She was so successful that she even caught the attention of Miliko, Divine of Vanity, who hired her on to his exclusive crew of supermodels. It seemed Sanctoria was destined for stardom.

Early in her career, she met a local politician named Oberon. He was a high-ranking councilman for the kingdom, and he claimed to be a big fan of her work. The two were starstruck by one another and quickly jumped into a passionate relationship. Sanctoria decided to give up her career to help Oberon move forward with his own, and her decision seemed to pay off when he was eventually elected as High King of Mogdir Kingdom.

However, once Oberon took the throne and the two settled into royal life, Sanctoria began to realize what kind of man he really was under the charming facade. She caught him being unfaithful to her several times. Each time, Oberon managed to convince her that his cheating was her fault, or that she was just imagining things and it never happened at all.

Sanctoria forgave him initially, but over time, she became wise to his manipulative ways. She began to protest his gaslighting behavior, threatening to spill his secrets to the public if he did not shape up. Oberon could no longer convince Sanctoria that she was crazy, so he convinced the entire kingdom she was instead. Sanctoria was locked away in an asylum for several months. According to Oberon, it was “for her own good”, as he managed to convince others that her claims against him were just paranoid hallucinations.

Whenever Sanctoria dares to speak against Oberon, he simply has her locked up again. Sanctoria feels she has no choice but quietly endure his crazymaking, for she has four children by him and worries for their safety should she leave. While she pretends to love her husband in public, a deep, burning hatred for him rages inside her. She has hired many professionals to assassinate him over the years, but each one has been thwarted by his robust security team.

Outside of trying to kill him, Sanctoria interacts very little with Oberon. Instead, she tries to involve herself with her community as much as possible. Though she does not suffer from the insanity everyone believes she does, spending time in the asylum gave her sympathy for those who do. She has created and funded many programs to address mental health in her kingdom, all of which Oberon has taken credit for.

PRINCESS “WINNIE” WYNNALA

Winnie is the first-born child of Oberon and Sanctoria. Despite her outgoing parents, she has been quiet, bookish, and reserved her whole life. Winnie has always struggled to fit in with her peers, and because her parents were so busy, she spent most of her childhood alone. She is so quiet that her father often forgets she exists at all, and when he does remember her, he calls her by the wrong name.

As she grew older, Winnie began to suspect her father wasn’t the great man everyone thought he was. She also began to suspect that her mother wasn’t as crazy as she was led to believe. She has tried voicing her concerns aloud, but as usual, she goes unseen and unheard. Oberon has subtly threatened to send her away to military school if she “keeps causing a ruckus”, so Winnie keeps her true thoughts to herself.

Winnie resents her father and wants nothing to do with politics. Her aspirations lie in the art of magic—telepathy in particular. She hopes to one day become powerful enough to foil Oberon by exposing his true nature to the public.

PRINCE “OJ” OBERON JR.

OJ is the Mogdir family’s second-born child. He is still fairly young, but Oberon has already decided that he shall be heir to the throne. Unlike his womanizing father, OJ has nothing but bad luck with girls. He is depressive and awkward, and he doesn’t really want the responsibility of leadership. He believes his mother is insane and that he can never be half the great man his father is, and his future leaves him riddled with anxiety.

He craves attention and guidance from his father, but Oberon always seems to have an excuse as to why they can’t spend time together.

PRINCESS “TRISTA” TRISTABELLA

Trista used to be the baby of the family until recently. She resents her baby brother Naetorus for “stealing” her spotlight. She has been a fussy and demanding girl since the day she was born. She is spoiled rotten to her core, receiving every material thing her heart desires. The only thing she can’t have is the one thing she wants most: and that’s the undivided attention of her parents.

She is known to throw terrible tantrums to get what she wants. She loves to make public appearances with her family, because only in public does her father make a show of showering her with affection.

One day, Trista heard her mother discussing plans with an assassin to kill Oberon. Trista reported this to her father right away, and his security team was able to foil the attempt. Oberon has since appointed Trista as his “little watchdog”, and she faithfully reports every suspicious thing her mother does to his security personnel. Whenever an assassin is caught, Oberon rewards her with the hugs and praise she craves.

Perhaps this grim arrangement was not good for Trista, for she has decided the only way to get her attention-stealing baby brother out of the picture is to kill him. Though she may try and try again, her attempts have all been thwarted by his watchful nanny thus far, who simply scolds Trista for “playing too rough”.

PRINCE “NATE” NAETORUS

Nate is only a toddler, yet he already has more drama in his life than most adults. He rarely sees his busy parents and is instead looked after by an ogrish nanny. This nanny was appointed not only to take care of Nate’s basic needs, but to act as his bodyguard as well. Toddler or not, he is still a member of the Modiri royal family, and therefore ripe for assassination or kidnapping.

His parents never expected—and still don’t suspect—that his older sister Trista would be his biggest threat of all. Trista is under the impression that Nate is stealing attention away from her, and tries to make him “disappear” every chance she gets. The adults around him believe his sister is just playing too roughly, but these constant attempts on his life have left Nate in a constant state of fear.

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Ekalavya is a character from the epic The Mahābhārata. He was a young prince of the Nishadha, a confederation of jungle tribes (Adivasi) in Ancient India. He was offered as the son to Vyatraj Hiranyadhanus by Narayani Devi and possessed powers given by Bhumi devi. Ekalavya aspired to study archery in the gurukul of Guru Drona. Eklavya is called as one of the foremost of kings in the Starbharata Yajna where he honours Yudhishthira with his shoes. Though he didn't have his right thumb, he was noted as a very powerful archer and warrior. He is said to be a great friend of Duryodhan. He brought Krishna's son to the court of Hastinapur when he kidnapped Duryodhan's daughter. He possessed the mighty bow Pashupath. He is known to have defeated Krishna in an archery combat. In the Mahabharata, Ekalavya was the son of Hiranyadhanus, who was in Dalit FamilyKing Jarasandha's army commander and leader of the Nishadhas. He approached Drona to teach him the arts of war, especially archery. Deeply hurt by Drona's rejection, Ekalavya still didn't give up on his resolute will to master archery. He once stayed hidden in the forest while guru Drona was teaching the Kaurava and Pandava brothers, after they left to the ashram, Ekalavya collected the mud on which his Guru walked, as a symbolic gesture of want to follow his knowledge and foot steps, later he went into the forest and made a statue of Drona under a big old well grown tree. He began a disciplined program of self-study over many years. Eventually, Ekalavya became an archer of exceptional prowess, greater than Drona's best pupil, Arjuna. He accepted the statue as his guru and practiced in front of it every single day. One day when Drona and his students were going out into the forest, Arjuna saw a dog that was unable to bark due to an amazing construction of arrows in and all around his mouth. This construction was harmless to the dog, but prevented the dog from barking. Drona was amazed, but also distressed: he had promised Arjuna that he would make him the greatest archer in the world. Drona and his students investigated, and came upon Ekalavya. Upon seeing Drona,Ekalavya came and bowed to him. Drona asked Ekalavya where he had learnt archery. Ekalavya replied "under you, Guruji", and showed Drona his statue while explaining what he had done. Drona then reminded Ekalavya that to truly be Drona's pupil, Ekalavya would have to pay guru dakshina. Readily, Ekalavya offers to do anything for Drona. Drona stoically asks for the thumb from Ekalavya's right hand. Hesitant at first, Eklavya asks for Drona to confirm the command; Drona harshly does so. Smiling, Ekalavya cuts off the thumb and presents it to Drona. Later, Ekalavya worked as an archer of King Jarasandha. When Jarasandha planned to besiege Mathura, he was aided by Eklavya who was a skillful archer. Eklavya also helped Jarasandha and Shishupala by chasing Rukmini while she eloped with Krishna. After Jarasandha's demise, Ekalavya sought to avenge him by campaigning to destroy Kuntibhoja and every Yadava in Dwarka. During the attack, he was slayed by Krishna. According to some legends Eklavya survived his battle against the yadavas and somehow reached the court of Duryodhan and was greeted by the prince. He is also said to have made Eklavya the king of all forests in hastinapur. Eklavya became a close friend of the crown prince. He was killed by Krishna who broke his skull from a rock when he tried to kill his son Samba under the order of Duryodhan.

[littleelephanty]

Hey! I looooooooved the family story. Another family story pls? Thank you sm!

After her sons moved out, two rooms were free in her mother's sister's house. Janet didn't really know what to do after she finished school, so her parents sent her to her aunt's house by the sea to look for a holiday job. Aunty Marygold was a loving woman, her husband was odd but unremarkable. Janet loved it there and moved into her eldest cousin Noah's room. Noah was working on the other side of the country at the time and living with his girlfriend. Janet had been living there for four weeks, working in a beach bar and living the typical life of a city girl who moves to the seaside for the summer to stay with some distant relative. One night she closed the club at half past three and went home to her aunt. She unlocked the house, slipped off her shoes and scurried straight to the bathroom. She stuffed the dirty clothes into the laundry basket in the bathroom, which she had to herself anyway, as her aunt and uncle had en-suite bathrooms. As everyone was already asleep, she quickly ran naked across the corridor to her room. She didn't switch on the light, as she knew exactly where the bed was and didn't want the brightness to dispel her tiredness. So she slipped into bed and cried out when she realised that someone was already lying there. A hand was immediately pressed over her mouth and she tried to defend herself, but someone whispered in her ear: "It's Noah! Fuck! I completely forgot that Mum told me you were here! Fuck!" She stopped struggling, he switched on the night light and saw her lying completely naked in his bed. "Holy shit Janet!" She hid her body under the covers. "Don't you have any pyjamas here or anything?" "I like sleeping naked!" Janet defended herself. "Didn't you see my toothbrush in the bathroom?" Noah asked. She shook her head. She had been watching another video and hadn't paid any attention to anything else. She never did. Noah sighed. "You better not tell my parents. After all, it's you sitting naked in my bed, not me." He pointed to his pyjamas. Janet stood up, still holding the blanket in front of her body. "I'll go over and see which room has an empty bed. But what are you doing here anyway?’"Noah sighed. The last time they had seen each other was years ago. He had grown older, taller, broader shoulders. He wasn't unattractive and under different circumstances he would have been Janet's type. "My girlfriend and I broke up. Or at least we had a bad, bad argument. We just shouted at each other. I really needed to get out of there. So I got in the car and arrived here about" he glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table "two hours ago. Mum and Dad were already in bed."

Janet sighed. She was so embarrassed by it all. She awkwardly wrapped the blanket around her. "Hey, what should I cover myself with now?’"Noah asked as Janet walked to the door, wrapped in the blanket. She turned round, shrugged her shoulders and said, "It's not my problem now." It was only when she was standing in Zach's empty room, which was sparsely furnished with only the bare essentials, that she realised that all her clothes were in Noah's room and that she would probably have to sleep naked. Her uncle's computer was on Zach's desk, with the printer next to it. There was a desk chair in front of it, the bed was in the room and a wardrobe. Zach had taken everything but the furniture with him when he moved out. Janet sighed, then lay down on the bed, on which lay a simple bedspread, and fell asleep because she was really, really tired after the long shift.

Janet was woken by the light coming on. Her uncle was standing in the room. Janet sat up, the blanket slipped and she accidentally exposed her bare breasts. "Oh!" said her uncle, startled. He didn't move from the spot. Janet quickly got up, again with the blanket wrapped around her body and ran over to Noah's room to finally put some clothes on. Noah was sitting there on his bed. "Well, you night owl!" he greeted her. “Your dad just barged into Zach's room where I was sleeping!” Janet complained. Noah laughed. "Will you please go so I can put some clothes on?" Noah grinned cheekily at her and said, "I saw you completely naked yesterday. Even that cute little landing stripe on your pussy. I just need to make a quick call to my girlfriend and I'm expecting her call in two minutes. I'm not leaving here.” His cell phone rang at that moment. Of course Janet could have taken her clothes with her. But she didn't want to. He didn't deserve it any other way now. Noah answered to settle his differences with his girlfriend, but Janet wasn't going to let him get away with such inconsiderate behavior. She dropped the blanket. Noah stared at her as she began to move sexily before his eyes. He stammered a greeting over the phone. Janet smiled, this was how she wanted it. He was unsettled. She fondled her own breasts. He turned away and talked to his girlfriend, but Janet wasn't done yet, she walked around the bed into his field of vision. He wasn't shocked now though, just a little distracted. Janet had to resort to higher means to upset Noah. So she grabbed the brush from her toiletry bag on the desk, sat down on the desk chair and leaned back. Noah couldn't look away while Janet began to push the dildo inside her. This also had an effect on the phone call. His girlfriend screeched so loudly in frustration at his distracted and short answers that Janet could hear it. That's what he got for his lousy behavior! At that moment, the door opened and Aunt Marygold stood there, her mouth agape with shock. Janet hastily pulled out her brush handle and pulled herself up. “You rotten little bitch!” she exclaimed. “That's not proper! Is this how a decent girl behaves?”

Before Janet could answer, her aunt had already grabbed her and dragged her out of the room, while Noah was still trying to calm his girlfriend down and make up with her. Marygold pulled her naked niece into the living room, where she laid her across the table and began spanking her ass with the very brush that had been in Janet's pussy earlier. “You're seducing my son like a horny whore, that's absolutely audacious!” she scolded as she did so. Janet whimpered under the blunt spanks that made her ass warm. It hurt but it was bearable. After about 25 strokes, her aunt stopped beating her with the brush. “Go upstairs and put some decent clothes on!” she ordered and pushed the brush into Janet's hand. Janet quickly straightened up, the imprint of the edge of the table was visible on her stomach. She hurried upstairs. Her odd uncle met her on the stairs: “nana, someone must have a penchant for presenting themselves naked to others!” he commented. She blushed. Although she had enjoyed embarrassing Noah, it was quite different from having your uncle look at you greedily from top to bottom. In Noah's room, where all her things were still, Noah sat on the desk chair where she had been lolling and masturbating only minutes before. He looked dejected, but his face brightened when he saw his naked cousin. Janet closed the door. “Well, did mom punish you well?” he asked her. She gave him a dirty look. Then she turned around and showed him her red ass. “Oh, you were brave, you didn't cry at all. Come here,” Noah said, suddenly sounding gentle. She walked over to him and he pulled her between his legs so that she could lean on the desk. Noah stroked her bare ass. “I'm uncomfortable,” Janet said softly. “No shit! You didn't look like that when you slid your brush handle between your wet, thick labia,” Noah contradicted her. She continued to let her cousin stroke her ass. “You know I can do anything I want to you, because after that performance, mom won't believe anything you say.” Janet nodded. He was right, she had acted like a slut. “It's all good, cousin. I'm here and I'll look after you. You'll come to me tonight, completely naked of course. And then you're going to help me lighten my mood a bit, because believe me, my girlfriend is pretty pissed and I'm pretty tense. So you're going to crawl naked under my blanket and give me a really good, sloppy blowjob. And if you don't, I'm going to tell mom that you're offering yourself naked here again. You know she doesn't believe you." Janet nodded, still half propped up on the desk while her cousin fondled her arse. She straightened up and went to grab her things when he held her down and pinched her left nipple. ‘I didn't understand you. Tell me what you'd love to do tonight and ask me if that's okay with me!’ Janet was startled by her cousin's harsh tone. She knew he had her in the palm of his hand. He could make her aunt call her parents and then she would have to be ashamed of herself for the rest of her life. She would have to give up the summer here, a summer in which she had made lots of new friends, had a great job and felt like she was on holiday all the time. No, she wouldn't give that up. So she said dutifully, her eyes fixed on the wall: "Noah, I would love to come to your bed tonight and give you a blowjob. Please, please let me!" He grinned and reached for his mobile phone, which had been lying on the desk next to her the whole time and had been recording without her noticing. But he secured the recording before she could knock it out of his hand. "Be a good girl and make it a little easier on your dear cousin Noah while he gets over his girlfriend here, will you?" asked Noah in a far too sweet, ironic voice. "Then Noah will make you a nice couple of weeks at his parents' beach house, too."

[niamhpcaunit9-blog]

where will my adventures take me next?

at the moment i am a waitress and bar tender on the barbican,. no its not what i want to be doing but it gets the money i need to save up for my future. its only at the weekends and the evening, but atleast its a chance to save up for the future and uni. 

after the past year, i have explored lost of different skill sets and going to college has made me realise the different career paths that i could or should explore. at the moment i would really like to go to into print or fashion illustration, its the areas i feel like i would do best in and i enjoy the most.

after the course i would really like to go onto uni, just because i would like to extend my qualifications and also experience uni. i am choosing to go to go bristol or birmngham university, looking into them i really want to do their textile print course. going to bristol would mean i would be away from everything and all my family, whereas if i go to birmingham i would have all some familyk sich as my grandparents, aunts and uncles for support if i ever eeded it, so i am kind of swayed towards birmingham more because of that reason. 

at the moment what i want to do is pretty vague. if you asked me what i wanted to do, i would say print or illustration maybe if i apply for both and see what course i would prefer. but the uni i want to go to is the part i am struggling with just because of the choices and the question am i really ready to leave home?

[1strangelight]

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