#hawi speaks

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imagine part of your job being having to pretend to make out with your co-worker :/ dan and phil really are so brave <3

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Nasty Kenpachi insulted precious Hawie and Heika dealt with him immediately. It seems Kenpachi’s ribs are torn out. No one is allowed to speak rudely to Heika’s husbando.

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“Barely a year since the founder of Etan Comics, Beserat Debebe, brought us the first ever Ethiopian superhero comic, Jember, he's back with yet another first. This time, his newest comic book Hawi centers a female superhero, a young Ethiopian woman named Ement Legesse, who is tasked with having to rescue her mother after she's abducted. The colorful visuals are stunning and showcase Debebe's talented team of African artists and their unique ability to capture the vibrancy of Ethiopia. A story about returning to one's roots and having the courage to rise above the challenges that come with seeking reconciliation and belonging, it's one we can all relate to whether literally or figuratively.

"The fact that Hawi is Ethiopian means a lot to me," Debebe tells OkayAfrica. For the 29-year-old creator of Etan Comics, having an Ethiopian superhero is meant to normalize the idea that Ethiopians and Africans in general can have an impact on the world. "I wish I had seen an Ethiopian superhero growing up," he says. "I would have embraced my ability to make a difference earlier and acted on it."

Hawi follows the story of Ement Legesse, a young Ethiopian woman living in America with her mother. In the opening scenes of the comic book, it becomes apparent that Ement desperately wants to visit Ethiopia on a guided tour but her mother is against the idea. According to her, Ement can barely speak their native Ahmaric language and fears for her safety given that numerous young girls have been abducted in Ethiopia. It's quite clear that Ement is frustrated by her mother's refusal to allow her to visit her home country. As the story progresses, the two eventually visit Ethiopia together (yay!) only for Ement's mother, however, to be abducted (oh no!). This is where the story really begins. Now we won't tell you how Ement obtains her dope superhero abilities but what we can tell you is what inspires them.” 

Read the full piece and check out more comic panels here

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So You Get Too Know My BFF

Hi Everyone I Had A Lovely Interview With My Best Friend now I Will Not Be Sharing Her Name For Pravice Reasons Now I Must Say Our Conversation Went Too Many Different Topics So In Will Just Start With The First Question I Asked Her 

Question 1 What is your Favorite Ice cream Flover? Answer Pennut Butter Fuge. 

Question 2 who Do You Relate Too Most In The Bible And Why  ? Answer Paul Because Of The Way He Share's The Gospel With other's  Question 3 Answer 

Where Would You Like Too Travel Too In The Future And Why ? Hawi Because It's Amazing

Question 4 Where Would You Like too Travel Too Out Of The Contray ? London Because Of Big Farris Wells Question 5 

When Did You See God Work in Your Life ? Answer when In was Saved In College From My Sin Of Feeling The Need Too Be Everything Everyone Wanted me To Be Instead Of Working Too Be what God Wanted Me Too Be Question 6  Answer

Question 7 Answer

What Was A Hard Thing Too Do Once You Were Saved But God Helped You Do It Anyway ? He Helped Me Get  Healthy Relationship With My Mom And In saw her As my friend .

When Did You Do Something That You Were Nervous about And Everyone Told You Not Too Do it But When You Did It Anyway it Paid Off ? Question 8 Answer  When I Had Too Have A Very Seouries Conversation With One of My Friends And My Mom And The Rest Of My Friends Were Telling Me Too Let it Go But after We Talked About it We both Felt So Much Better 

What Music Speaks Too you A Lot ? Question 9 Answer Tenth  Avanew North And For King And Country Because They Put On Great Concert's And They Are Filled With The love Of God And I Have always Related Too There Song's 

What Movie Character Do you Relate The most and why ?  Answer Kathness Everdeen From The Hunger Games Because I Feel Like People Are Looking Too Me Too Help them Like I am The Choosen One Even If I Am Only Human 

What is your Favorite Candy and Why ? Sour Patch Kid's Cause Of All The Pretty Colors 

What Is A Tv Show You Like That One Else Likes All That Much SpongeBob SquarePants 

What Is Your Favorite Chocolate Type of Candy ? Milka Candy Bar And Reeses Peanut butter Cups 

What is Something You Don't like ? Having Too Much Pressure  And Fear That I Won't make The Right Choice .

Well I hope you Liked Reading This Blog Post And learning About My Best Friend I really Enjoyed Asking Her All Of These Things It was Fun And I Can't Wait Too Do Something Like this Again 

Well Have A Blessed Day Stay Safe And May God Continue Too Bless you All Thanks For Reading Stay Safe.

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NECKLACE

by: Lordwyne Perez Genre: Fantasy Music: Fall for you by Secondhand Serenade

What are your highschool memories? Ikaw ba yung famous pink girl na nakahawak ng pink notebook na may pafur ang ballpen? ikaw ba yung quiet one na may iilang friends who loves reading books? ikaw ba yung heartthrob? ikaw ba yung nabubully? or … ikaw ba yung nambubully?

Gabi ngayon, mabutuin, rinig ko ang ingay ng crickets, at nakatanaw sa aking bintana ramdam ang preskong simoy ng summer. Napapikit ang aking mga mata, napangiti ang aking mga labi at huminga ng malalim dahil sa special na tao na natutulog ngayon ng mahimbing sa aking kama. This is the story.

I am Lucas, I am in my mid 20s and still in the process of getting my life together. Ikaw? Kumusta ka? Masaya ka man o malungkot, alam kong merong reason behind it. Anyways, bago ang lahat, I will reveal you a secret about myself. It is unusual and magical. Malalaman ko kung ang isang taong nakakasalamuha ko ay genuine or insincere. Paano? nagiiba ang kulay ng pendant ng necklace na bigay ng mommy ko depende sa nararamdaman ng ibang tao sa akin kapag hinawakan ko sila. Colours tells feelings I would say. Pink, when you care and being sincere. Yellow, when you are happy with me. Green, when you feel at peace and safe with me. Blue, when you are afraid of me. Black, when you doesnt care or hate me and Red, ang pinakaespecial na kulay dahil bago ito iilaw sa aking kwintas ay makakaramdam ang buo kong katawan ng tila daloy ng kuryente sa bawat ugat at ang aking mga mata ay unti unting mapapapikit unconsciously and that tells me you love me. Pero minsan, hindi ko alam if this is a curse or a blessing dahil nakakatakot malaman kung ano ang trato sa’yo ng ibang tao.

When I was in elementary, isa ako sa mga batang malakas ang personalidad sa class namin. Bibo, laging leader sa mga programs, at masipag. One day, I was in grade 5 that time, malakas ang ulan sa labas at pinaupo at pinaghanda kami ng teacher namin to welcome a transferee. Pasulyap sulyap ako sa may pintuan at inaabangan ang transferee dahil ofcourse I am excited to see that person. Then the time came, nasa tabi ng pintuan si teacher kasama ang isang nanay at may kasamang bata na hindi ko pa rin makita dahil nakatakip ang payong na hawak nito.

“Okay class! attention! sigaw ni Ma’am at biglang naging attentive ang buong class ng unti..unti..unti kong nakita ang transferee pagtiklop niya ng payong. Nashock ako. Hindi siya ung usual “face” or “look” na nakikita ko sa buong school namin dahil isa siyang puti. Nabigla ako dahil isa itong malaking adjustment not just for us pero sakanya na rin. Kita ko ang kaba niya dahil mga moreno kami at siya lang ang nag-iisang puti. His name is Owen. Napa “OW!” nalang ako. Pinaupo si Owen sa may harapan ko. He was shy. He was quiet. He was nervous. Kita ko rin ang iba kong classmates na tila pinaguusapan siya. Siguro na rin sa unusual na may magiging Canadian kaming classmate. I describe Owen as cute, blonde hair, blue eyes, red cheeks and sige na nga, milk siya, coffee ako! (ano pa ba) Anghirap ng adjustments. Napagsabihan na rin kami ni Ma’am to make him feel comfortable and try to speak with him in English pero tila nahihirapan pa ring makapagadjust ang lahat sa class. One time, I saw Owen having his lunch magisa sa lilim ng punong mangga at nakita ko ding may nilabas siyang flute and started to blow into it. Siguro para na rin maaliw siya since walang kumakasama at kumakausap sa kanya. Gusto ko siyang lapitan para naman may makasama siya pero bigla akong pinapatawag sa classroom to help prepare some class activities.

One day, ilang minuto na lang at maguumpisa na yung class namin ngunit hindi pa dumarating si Owen sa kanyang upuan. Hindi ko alam pero parang naaabala ako kaya lumabas ako sa classroom at hinanap siya. Nilibot ko halos ang buong school para mahanap siya until nakita ko siyang binubully ng ilang students sa may likod ng school. Nakita ko siyang hinahampas ng bag at pinagtatawanan. Mga ignorante!

“Hoy! itigil niyo nga yan! isusumbong ko kayo kay Ma’am! Mga walang hiya kayo!” bigla kong sigaw na may kasama pang pamewang! (ofcourse ^^) Lumapit ako sa kanila saka ko din sila tinadyakan! Nagsitakbuhan na sila at bigla kong nilapitan si Owen and the English conversation started. (phew* CHALLENGE!) Kinakabahan ako sa mga oras na yun dahil hindi ko alam kung paano ko din icocomfort si Owen.

“A..aa..re you okay? … Owen? tanong ko sakanya sabay hawak sa kanyang mga kamay at tinulungan ko ang takot niyang katawan sa pagtayo. Pinutol ang kanyang flute at wala pa siyang awang ninakawan ng baon. Nang hinawakan ko siya, doon umilaw ang kulay green sa kwintas ko. (he felt safe with me)

“Thank you!” yun lamang ang sagot ni Owen sa akin habang nginig siyang umiiyak at bigla niya akong niyakap ng mahigpit. That time, pareho na kaming hindi pumasok sa class at nagskip. Dun na rin nagumpisa ang friendship namin. Sa pagtakbo ng mga araw, lagi na kaming magkasama. Binigyan ko siya ng bagong bamboo flute na gawa ng Lolo ko. Unti unti ko siyang nakilala at doon ko unti unting naintindihan kung bakit kinailangan niyang pumasok sa isang lugar kung saan magiging challenging ito para sa kanya. His Dad remarried and isa siyang Filipina. Lumipat sila dito sa Pilipinas at wala nang ibang choice kundi kailangan nga niyang mag-school dito. Naging close friends kami, I taught him tagalog words (slang siya pero ang cute) and lagi din niyang pinaparinig sakin ang mga musikag natutunan niya gamit ang bamboo flute na bigay ko.

After a year, nalaman ko na hindi na magpapatuloy ng elemenraty si Owen sa school namin. Biglaan ang mga pangyayari at nalaman kong bumalik na daw sila sa Canada. Napaiyak ako sa sobrang lungkot.

Fast forward sa aking teenage years.

My family decided to migrate sa Canada when I was 16. Nung narinig ko ang “Canada”, bigla akong kinabahan na naexcite dahil bigla kong naalala ang noon ay naging kaibigan kong si “Owen Russel Adams”. It was Autumn when we landed to Canada. Malamig at namangha ako sa beautiful shades of Autumn. And just like Owen, kinailangan kong ipagpatuloy ang school ko sa Canada. Isang malaking adjustment pero kailangan. Ganun pala! Ganun pala ang pakiramdam ng mapapalibutan ka ng ibang klaseng environment. Nakakatakot. Nakakaintimidate. Nakakanerbyos. Biglang nawala lahat ng kabibuhan at aaminin ko, hindi ko kinakaya ang makisalamuha sa ibang lahi.  Sinubukan kong makipagusap at makipagkaibigan ngunit laging kulay blacklang ang umiilaw sa necklace ko. (they doesn’t care) Ngunit nakilala ko si Carla isang araw. Nailang ako sa kanya nung una kaming magkakilala. Sa hindi ko pinahalatang pagkakataon, I secretly touched her at napangiti ako at lumuwag ang aking pakiramdam dahil kulay yellow (she’s happy with me) ang umilaw sa necklace ko. Naging magaan ang loob namin sa isa’t isa at doon na rin nagumpisa ang aming friendship. One lunch time, mag-isa akong naglalakad papunta sa canteen at napadaan ako sa music room at nakarinig ako ng flute. Napatigil ako sa tapat ng pintuan at unti unti akong sumulyap sa part na glass kung saan tanaw mo sa loob ng room at nakita ko doon ang mala-Leonardo de Caprio (when he was young) na nagblo blow ng flute sabay hawi sa kanyang buhok. That time, iba ang naramdaman ko. Bakit parang kilala ko siya. Bakit parang familiar ang musikang narinig ko. Napahinga nalang ako ng malalim at dumeretso na sa canteen.

One day nag announce ang room teacher namin na may all boys fieldtrip kami. It was a cold autumn season noon and we went for camping. Bago kami umalis at sumakay sa school bus, our room teacher told us na makakasama namin ang ibang boys from other section. At doon ko nasulyapan muli si mala-Leonardo de Caprio. Chineck ang attendance namin and you need to raise your hand kapag tinawag ang pangalan mo. So isa-isang tinawag ang mga pangalan namin.

“Lucas Winston Abad? sambit ng teacher sabay taas ng aking kamay.

another name.., another name.., then ..,

“Owen Russel Adams? at tinaas ni mala-Leonardo de Caprio ang kanyang mga kamay.

Nagulat ako! Nakita kong muli si Owen! Wow! ibang iba na si Owen. At nabigla din akong siya ang isa sa mga inatasang maging leader sa group namin. Kitang kita ko kung gaano ka-active si Owen bilang isang student. Nakarating na kami sa campsite at bigla akong nahiya dahil wala akong makausap sa grupo. Nagkakasundo lahat sila sa kung ano mang topic ang pinag-uusapan nila samantalang ako, nasa sulok, kausap ang bawat damong binubunot ko o bawat insektong gumagapang sa lupa. Ayoko nang subukang makisalamuha dahil natatakot akong malaman how they feel about me kaya pinili ko nalang mapag-isa. Gabi na noon, they are having campfire at nagpaalam ako sa teacher ko na pumunta sa may tabing dagat. Umupo ako sa may malaking bato malapit sa dagat sa ilalim ng gabi na puno ng bituin. Rinig ko ang alon ng dagat. Umuusok ang labi ko sa lamig at salamat sa makapal kong jacket na nagbibigay sa akin ng warmth that night. Sa pag-upo ko doon ay nakaramdam ako na tila may bumabato sa akin at narinig kong may nagtatawanan. Lumingon ako sa aking likuran at nakita kong binabato ako ng tatlong lalaki at tila pinaguusapan ako. Rinig kong sigaw ng isa “What a loner! Go home!, nanghina ang buo kong katawan at tama siya, kailangan siguro, umuwi nalang ako pero hindi ko kaya. Sa mga pagkakataong yun, kwinestyon ko ang sarili ko, “nasaan na yung malakas ang personalidad” na ako? biglang tumulo ang mga luha ko. Sumama ako sa fieldtrip dahil akala ko, makakaya ko. Akala ko makakahanap ako ng mga bagong kaibigan ngunit andito ako ngayon, mag-isa na tila hinihigop ng malakas na alon ng dagat.

Hanggang sa biglang may sumigaw,

“Hey! What the fuu** are you guys doing? That’s being mean man! Stay away from him or else, I will fuc***ing report the three of you! sabi ng galit na si Owen at nagtakbuhan ang tatlong lalaki.

Unti.. unti.. unti akong nilapitan ni Owen hawak hawak ang kanyang flute. Kinabahan ako. Hindi mapakali at pinunasan ko ang aking mga luha.

“Are you okay? Don’t mind those assholes.” sabi ng comforting voice ni Owen sa akin sabay haplos sa aking likod. Masasabi kong it was the worst yet best night for me.

“Thank you! so you brought a flute” sabi ng sinisipon kong boses dahil sa iyak at dinivert ko na lang sa ibang topic ang aming usapan.

“Oh yeah! This bamboo flute (sabay pinakita sa akin) was given by a friend when I studied elementary in the Philippines! Man! I totally forgot what’s his name, I think it was Luke!” sabi niya habang nakatingin sa dagat at ako nama’y habang nakatingin sa kanya. Wow, nasa sakanya pa ang bamboo flute na bigay ko.

“Tell me more about Luke! sabi ko sakanya

“He was like the best person I’ve ever met man! I wonder how he’s doing now. You know what, I actually don’t know if I can survive my one year of studying back in the Philippines if it wasn’t for him. He taught me how to be strong and stand up for myself!

Naiyak ako sa mga bawat salitang sinambit ni Owen, kung alam niya lang na ako ang kausap niya. Kung alam niya lang na ako ang “Luke” na nabanggit niya. He started blowing into the flute at pumikit nalang ang mga mata ko sa ganda ng musika at ninamnam ang malamig na hangin.

“Is his name Lucas? bigla kong tanong

Dahan dahang tumigil ang tunog ng pluta at tumingin siya sa akin

“Yeah! Yeah! It’s Lucas! sagot niya na tila may excitement

Ngumiti ako sa napagwapong mukha ni Owen sabay sabing

“Do you know that the person beside you right now is Lucas? The one who gave you that flute. The one who once saved you from those “assholes” in my country, haha!

“Lucas? gulat niyang tanong

“Yes I am! Look who’s saving me now from bullies” pabiro kong sagot at kita ko ang “unbelievable” reaction sa kanyang mukha at niyakap niya ako ng mahigpit at sabay kong hinawakan ang aking necklace.

Nagkwnetuhan kami ng matagal at hindi kami makapaniwalang nagkita kami muli. Madaming bagay ang napagusapan. Tawanan dito. Tawanan doon. Hanngang sa tinawag na siya ng teacher namin.

“I’ll stay here for a bit” sabi ko sakanya sabay ng kanyang pag-alis.

Habang hawak hawak ko pa ng mahigpit ang pendant ng necklace ko, pumikit ako at saka sabay kong binuksan ang aking mga palad at mata para tuklasan kung anong kulay meron ito. It was color pink (when he cares and being sincere). Napangiti ako at may mga tao pa rin palang sincere. May mga tao pa rin palang marunong hindi makalimot sa mga taong naging parte ng kanilang buhay.

Matapos ang fieldtrip ay doon kami nagsamang muli ni Owen sa school. Sa pagkakataong ito, siya naman ang aking tagapagtanggol. Am I lucky? Yes. He made me feel how comfortable it is to go to school everyday. Sa mga araw na lagi kaming magkasama, iba na ang tibok ng puso ko. Kita ng dalawa kong mata kung paano siya ka-active sa mga school activities as well as sports. In fact, isa nga siya sa mga members ng hockey team sa school namin. Everytime na may hockey practice or hockey game siya, lagi akong nandoon para suportahan siya. Sa tuwing pinapanood ko siya or sa bawat ngiti na binibitawan niya sa akin, tila iba na ang sigaw ng tibok sa puso ko. Kinikilig ba ako? Mas sumasaya ba ako? Kapag magkasama kami, napapaisip ako kung ano tumatakbo sa isipan niya.

Isang araw, habang naglalakad kami, muli kong hinawakan ang aking necklace at hindi ko napigilan ang sarili ko, hinawakan ko ang kamay ni Owen.. at nagtaka akong hindi siya pumalag bumitaw. Bigla akong napatigil sa paglalakad. Biglang napapikit ang aking mga mata. Nakaramdam ako ng kuryente sa buo kong katawan. I started to collect myself at sa pagdilat ng aking mga mata, unti unti kong binuksan ang aking mga palad at nakita kong umiilaw ang kulay “RED” (when you love me) sa aking kwintas. Muli, “RED”. Nagtitigan kami ni Owen na tila tumigil ang mundo. Ibig bang sabihin, iba rin ang sigaw ng tibok ng kanyang puso?

“Lucas! hey! Lucas! are you still alive or something? pajoke na sabi ni Owen hawak pa rin ang aking kamay. Hindi siya pumalag sa paghawak ko at ang puso ko ay ngumiti ngunit biglang sumimangot instantly ng biglang …

“Hey babe! sabi ng babaeng papalapit kay Owen (bigla kong binitawan ang kanyang kamay) at nakita ko silang nagyakapan. Dahan dahan akong lumayo. Naglakad papalayo habang pinagmamasdan ang kulay pulang ilaw sa aking kwintas. Nalilito. Nagtataka. Napapatanong kung bakit pula ang lumabas. Nalungkot ako sa pagkakataong iyon at napaiyak. Iniwasan ko si Owen ng ilang araw at minsan sa tuwing nagkakasalubong kami, hinahabblot niya ang aking kamay at tinatanong kung bakit ko siya iniiwasan. At sa tuwing pinagmamasdan ko ang aking kwintas sa tuwing magdidikit ang aming mga palad ay hindi ito nagiiba ng kulay and it remains colour “red” and I dont know why!

As days pass by, nabalita sa akin ni Carla na break na si Owen at ang kanyang girlfriend. Ang nagawa ko lang that time, napahawak lang ako sa aking necklace.

…

…

…

after several weeks,

phone ringing..

riing!

riing!

Me: Hello? Phone: Lucas, it’s me Owen

:)

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Caster Semenya triumphs as the clock ticks down on decision over her appeal against IAAF ruling

Caster Semenya triumphed in the 2000m in France on Tuesday night

Caster Semenya triumphed in France as the clock ticked down against ruling against IAAF

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] Semenya waits for a decision on her appeal against an IAAF ruling

If this fails, she must take medication to compete between 400m and a mile Riath Al-Samarrai for the Daily Mail 22:30 BST, June 11, 2019 | After holding off an attack to win Tuesday night in Paris, Caster Semenya launched one of her own people in Monaco, who told the IAAF to catch & # 39; baptizers, not me & # 39 ;.

It was quite the soundbite and quite the continuation of the saga between Semenya and the rulers of the sport, whose new prescriptions would have to take testosterone-lowering medication to compete between 400m and a mile.

It remains to be seen how that mess has been resolved, with Semenya & # 39; s appeal filed with the Swiss federal courts, but in the meantime, with its uncertain future, the double Olympic games are just trying to continue winning races.

Caster Semenya won the 2000m in France while waiting for a decision about her future "<img id =" i-89c1a19b8269b84d "src =" https://dailym.ai/2wOG1LC "height =" 423 "width =" 634 "alt =" Caster Semenya achieved the victory in the 2000m in France while waiting for a decision about her future "<img id =" i-89c1a19b8269b84d "src =" https://dailym.ai/2XFd8Nw /14663770-0-image-a-2_1560284985704.jpg "height =" 423 "width =" 634 "alt =" <img id = "i-89c1a19b8269b84d" src = "https://i.dailymail.co .uk / 1s / 2019/06/11/21 / 14663770-0-image-a-2_1560284985704.jpg "height =" 423 "width =" 634 "alt =" Caster Semenya won the 2000m in France while being

On Tuesday evening, in the peaceful setting of the Montreuil meeting in Paris, this meant that Hawi Feysa of Ethiopia was the novelty distance nd of 2000m won in 5: 38.19.

After her victory, she was firm in making her point against the IAAF and the requirement to take medication, saying: & I am not an idiot. Why do I take drugs? I'm a pure athlete. I'm not losing weight. They must focus on doping, not us. I will never use drugs. & # 39;

Semenya & # 39; s hope during this episode, and beyond the Court of Arbitration for Sport that pronounced against her in May, never refused to get out of this legal dispute in any way. in a position to defend her 800m world title in Doha this fall.

Currently the situation looks bleak, but she insisted that the & # 39; nonsense & # 39; would not distract her while she prepared for the worlds expecting to be there.

Semenya appealed to the Swiss Federal Court against an IAAF ruling limiting testosterone levels in female runners "

<img id =" i-46841c3e95859599 "src =" https://dailym.ai/2wOG3De "height =" 444 "width =" 634 "alt =" Semenya appealed to the Swiss Federal Court against an IAAF ruling restricting testosterone levels in female runners "

Semenya appealed to the Swiss Federal Court against IAAF statement that limits testosterone levels in female runners

When Sportsmail asked her about the cloud above her head, she said: "I always drive every day. For me, it is my daily bread.

& # 39; I really don't have time for nonsense, for messages for whom therefore, I made it clear a long time ago that I will focus on myself and not on everyone. They (the IAAF) have a problem with me, I have no problem with it. That is their business to worry about, not mine. I came here to deliver and I delivered.

I am not going to talk about the call. I am not the lawyer, everything I can answer with my performance. What I do is play and my actions speak louder than words. I'm just going to keep doing what I'm good at.

Meanwhile, Laura Muir's exceptional form continued in the 800m at the start of the season in France, where she won in 2: 00.63 in splashing rain.

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Semenya stated that she would not discuss the call and described it & # 39; my daily bread & # 39; "]

Semenya stated that she will not discuss the call and describes running the & # 39; my daily bread & # 39; "

<img id =" i-c5edc3f618958248 "src =" https://dailym.ai/2wOG5ek .jpg "height =" 423 "width =" 634 "alt =" Laur Muir continued her exceptional early season form by winning the 800m in France "class =" blkBorder "

Laur Muir continued its exceptional form in the early season by winning the 800m in France, Laur Muir continuing its exceptional form in the early season continue to win the 800m in France

Her campaign at the World Championships in the fall will be fought at 150 0m, where she will be the favorite for a medal, but at the shorter distance she looked exceptionally strong in winning in 2: 00.63, beating the European 800 m bronze medalist Olga Lyakhova with more than a second in moving reg and.

On the back of the Rome Diamond League last week, where the Scot produced the second fastest course of 1500 meters of its career, she believes she has never been better at this stage of the season. Muir said: & I feel strong and happy.

& # 39; I think it went well with me (winning European gold at 1500m and 3000m), then I started training hard again and I became fitter and fitter and did not worry about exams in June and that made a big difference to my form . Normally I would be a little crazy after exams in June, but this year it's different. I think it's the strongest I've felt for this time of the year. "

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Hook, Line, and Sinker, part 4

PARTS: 4/??

OTHER PARTS:

1 / 2 / 3

TAGS: @painful-pooch

Another part down! I'm having way too much fun with this story LOL

WARNINGS: BEATING, THREATS, MENTION OF TORTURE, COLLARS

ENJOY!

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Hawthorn woke with a groan, his head throbbing. The Sleep spell he was hit with remained, however, and he struggled to keep his eyes opened. Everything around him was a blur; all he could see was brown and red, along with a hint of blue on the side.

He felt his body moving, sometimes bouncing. He wasn't being carried or anything like that. It was more like he was in a carriage. In fact, that was what was happening; the sounds of moving wheels below him confirmed it.

Hawthorn tried to wrap his head around what had happened merely hours ago. All he remembered was being kidnapped by the guardsmen, and Alder--

...Alder.

He remembered it all now. Alder walking right into these men's trap. Attempting to save Hawthorn. And then... he was caught.

Question was... where was he?

His vision cleared, and the first person he saw was his Alder, alive and well, albeit bound. His arms were wrenched behind his back, his wrists presumably tied together. His arms were pinned to his sides, wrapped with more ropes. His feet and legs were also lashed together, preventing any movement further. A collar was around his neck, and Hawthorn could see a small chain connected to a hook beside Alder. Likely to keep him from moving around in the carriage. Alder was looking to the side, his eyes filled with guilt.

Guilt for what, Hawthorn wasn't sure. It was all Hawthorn's fault that he was caught. He had no reason to feel guilty.

"...Aldy?" Hawthorn called, his voice soft due to thirst from the gag hours ago.

Alder's head quickly turned to Hawthorn, as if he was surprised. The moment their eyes met, Alder sighed in relief, his guilt melting away.

"Hawy," Alder whispered. "Oh thank the Goddess Above... are you all right?"

Hawthorn nodded. "I'm... I'm all right. Just dealing with a headache."

Alder sighed, nodding, but said nothing at that. Instead, he looked towards the locked door of the carriage. The guilt in his eyes returned, Hawthorn had noticed, and Hawthorn frowned.

"...You?" Hawthorn asked, breaking the silence after a few seconds. "The hit on your head must have hurt."

Alder turned to face his Hawthorn, and only said, "I am fine. Just..." He sighed, shaking his head. "I cannot believe I got you dragged into this..."

"Aldy..." Hawthorn tried to get up, only to realize that he too was bound in a similar position as Alder. Not only that, but he also had a collar around his neck that was chained behind him, preventing any movement. He wanted to touch Alder. He really wanted to. But because of his position, he couldn’t. "Please don't say such things... none of this is your fault. It was--"

"Enough of that, now," a guardsman that Hawthorn didn't notice was there growled. So that was what the hint of blue was; the familiar armor of a lower guardsman who worked for the king. "Don't even bother trying to escape. You're not getting away that easily, dogs."

Alder turned to the other man, his glare strong. "You will never get away with this. My team is looking for us as we speak. Once they find us, you will pay for what you have done."

"Oh, that's where you're wrong," the guardsman chuckled. "You would tell everything about your little squad, traitor. And I know how we'll make you talk."

"Even if you torture me, or harm me, I would never tell you their whereabouts."

"Even if it means seeing your little boyfriend hurt?"

Alder froze, glancing at Hawthorn. Hawthorn, despite fear gripping his heart at the mention of being tortured again, shook his head. Pain be damned. He would rather die than tell these fools where their friends were, and he knew that Alder felt the same way.

"If you put another fucking scratch on him--" Alder spat out, only to be met with a fist to the face. He grunted, and he spat out a bit of blood that formed from inside his mouth. Hawthorn flinched when he saw a tooth fly out from his mouth.

"Alder!" Hawthorn gasped, eyes wide and his mouth gaped opened. He tried to stand in order to defend his beloved, but was pulled back thanks to the collar around his neck. He grunted in surprise and he fell back on his behind.

"Shut up!" The guardsman yelled, before he let out a kick to Hawthorn's stomach. Hawthorn gasped and wheezed, before coughing from the attack. He curled onto himself as best as he could thanks to the collar and chain, and he whimpered.

"You leave him the fuck alone!" Alder roared, his teeth gritting and his glare growing stronger. Hawthorn had gone through enough today and for a lifetime--he didn't want to see him get hurt again.

"I said shut up!" Without warning, Alder felt a kick to his own stomach, and he grunted. Besides that, he kept his mouth shut.

"Now," the guardsman said, kneeling down to Alder. With a gloved hand, he picked him up by a fistful of his red hair, forcing him to his knees. Alder gritted his teeth, the pain unbearable thanks to having short hair. "You gonna keep your mouth shut or what?"

Alder only gave him a glare, although tears were beginning to leak out from his eyes because of the pain. Hawthorn's heart ached at the sight--he had never seen him cry, even in the face of danger. Alder was a strong man, and seeing him close to breaking down so easily frightened him.

Alder gulped, trying to hold back a sob. Despite the pain of his hair being pulled, he only nodded to answer the guardsman's question.

The guardsman let go of his hair, and muttered a "Good", before he returned to his place between them.

Hawthorn only watched as Alder moved from his knees back to a sitting position, his head down in shame. A sigh left his boyfriend, before he shook his head. He didn't bother to give another glance at Hawthorn, and Hawthorn's guilt grew and his heart broke into a million pieces.

Dammit, dammit, dammit...This is all my fault. Alder and I wouldn't have been hurt if I was paying more attention... I'm so damned weak. I'm nothing but a burden to him and to everyone... because of me, The Fierce Forests will be torn apart. And none of us will never get justice from the king... Way to fucking go, Hawthorn. Way to fucking go.

The thoughts continued to haunt him, continued to taunt him, until tears began to form in his eyes. He took a shaky breath, trying to keep his composure, but the guilt, the shame, was too strong.

He held back a sob, not wanting to show weakness to both Alder and the guardsman. But the tears began to fall, and he sniffled.

All my fault. All my fault. All my fault...

He couldn't stop the whimper coming out of his mouth.

All my fault. All my fault. All my--

He felt something tap his bound feet. He glanced up, eyes wide in surprise, only to see Alder. Alder squinted his eyes, his jaw clenched, his forehead scrunched before he mouthed to Hawthorn:

"Stay strong."

Hawthorn simply nodded at this. Alder was right. In the face of danger like this, he had to stay strong. No more tears. No more fear. No matter what he felt now, he had to keep his head high, and face the danger without flinching.

For himself. For Alder.

For Alder.

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Back in Florida but without the family. Speaking of family, I got to catch up with @runmeb's brother, Hawi, who might actually be nicer than Meb. #rusa2017 #runwestin http://ift.tt/2lORC72

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going for a walk but everything reminds me of him 😔

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titinof

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i want to meet dan and phil but i also don't want them to perceive me

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i'm obsessed with phil saying "mon frère", silently looking over at dan for his reaction and when he doesn't get one going "i said brother in french"

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phil going ".. yeah" x

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amazingphil vampire moon chapter two WHEN

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