#naba is a queen

[shysheeperz]

[postcards-and-postcrossing]

Sunday Stamps: Royalty

…is the theme for today’s Sunday Stamps Spain – 2016 King Felipe VI Republic of Upper Volta – 1980 The Moro Naba emperor of the Mossis United Kingdom – 2022 The Queen’s Platinum Jubilee

[onewordenglish]

So Clean So Good

Nagyaya yung my not-so-close-broken-hearted-friend na si Judeng manood ng movie nung Sabado, ni hindi ko alam kung ano papanoodin basta umoo nalang ako kasi malungkot sya, kahit na alam kong pagdating sa sinehan ay hindi ko sya makikita dahil madilim.

Nagdadalawang isip din ako kung tutuloy ba ako dahil nga may bagyo pero mas naisip ko na igrab ko na ang chance na ito na makasama sya ng solo kasi panigurado pag nagkalovelife 'to, makakalimot na naman 'to. Hahaha. Nagrhyme no?

4pm yung movie tas nakababa ako sa SM North ng 3:50 at tumakbo nalang ako sakto pagdating ko 4pm na kaso naiihi ako kaya nalate kami ng 5 minutes. Okay naman yung movie na Haunted Mansion 9/10 -- basta okay sya nag enjoy naman ako, nakakatawa sya actually akala ko horror tapos may magandang kwento. Ewan ko lang kay Judeng bakit sya twice naiyak. Inintindi ko nalang, may pinagdadaanan eh.

After namin manood, naghanap kami ng makakainan while waiting sa isang medyo-kakilala-namin-na-ewan-ko-kung-kaninong-friend-yon, Juju yung name ata. Wait, bakit ang init sa SM? As in ang init. Una namin napuntahan yung Tokyo Tokyo, ang init kaya lumabas kami tapos naghanap kami ng iba pang makakainan at after maglalakad at pagpawisan, Tokyo Tokyo pa din ang bagsak namin. Wala kaming picture dito, ewan ko ba siguro kasi gutom na gutom na ako. Ang order ko ay bento! 'Di 'to basta-basta bingo bingo (uy kinanta yan) kay Judeng naman ay tonkatsu na ako din naman kumain. Tapos dun naman sa isa ay maki lang inorder kasi kumain na daw sya. Yung pagkatapos namin hintayin para kumain, ay kumain na pala sya. Nakakatuwa talaga.

After namin kumain, lumipat kaming TriNoma para maghanap ng tatambayan at nagbabakasakali na baka mas malamig don. Anyway, napilay pala ako, hindi ko alam kung saan naano, parang may naipit na ugat. Hindi ko naman din ininda, pilay lang to, nung niloko nga ako sobrang sakit nun pero kinaya ko eto pa kayang naipit na ugat lang. uwu.

Tumambay kami sa may bilihan ng juice na hindi naman ako nasarapan, siguro kasi hindi ko alam kung anong malalasahan ko dun sa juice na yon tapos ang mahal pa, don nalang ako sa paborito kong Minute Maid 10 pesos lang. Hahaha.

Pagkatapos mag usap usap ng mga walang kwentang bagay, nagtatanungan na kung uuwi naba o ano pero ang totoo ay ayaw pa naman talagang maghiwalay. Kaya ako, bilang isang taong nakakaintindi sa sitwasyon at iniisip ang nararamdaman ng iba, nagsuggest nalang ako na magcheckin nalang kami sa sogo para mas mahaba yung bonding. Wala naman din kasing tatambayan dahil hanggang 10PM lang yung mall.

10:30 kami nakapag checkin, bumili din sila ng alak. Sarap. Alfonso sana yung gusto ko kaso wala daw tinda don sa may Ministop, ano nga bagong name neto? So ayun, nagpakuha nalang si Judeng ng damit sa bahay nila dahil malapit lang naman sya don. Tgnan mo malapit lang naman sya don pero hindi makuhang umuwi.

Ako na muna unang naligo, tapos sunod si Judeng tapos ang tanong ni Juju sino daw ang next. Ay grabe pamilyar talaga yung ganong katangian eh. Hahaha. Nung maliligo pala ako, wala palang sabon, so bumili muna sila, nasaCR na ako, may nagdoorbell, edi lumabas ako tapos kukunin pala kasi nila yung key card, e pag kinuha nila yon mawawalan ng power. Kaya ang sabi, pag nagdoorbell sila, labas nalang ako ng CR. E ayoko naman na lumabas ng basa dahil napakalamig, so hinintay ko nalang sila habang akoy parang bang burlesk queen sa pinto.

Naubos na namin yung JD, tas ako parang uhaw na uhaw pa. Pag gantong ambiance parang ang sarap uminom eh, hindi mabaho, malamig, walang naninigaw --- oooops. Kaso wala na talagang mabili don sa baba.

2AM na yata ng magutom si Juju, edi natuwa ako kasi kaya kong magutom kahit hindi naman ako gutom. Talent ko talaga yon. Sa pag pili palang ng oorderin ay napakatagal, kung ano sayo yun ang akin. Ganyan daw magdesisyon yung manloloko eh. Di ko sure kung true. Hahaha. Ang sakin ay chicken spaghetti (yung chicken sakto lang yung lasa nothing special, yung spag masarap yung sauce, nagustuhan ko, yung pasta nya ay sobrang labog pero naubos ko) Kay Juju, tocilog (masarap naman yung fried rice, kokonti yung tocino pero masarap naman -- bakit ko alam? syempre tinikman ko din) Kay Judeng ay fries (lasang fries naman, wala ako masabi) tapos meron kaming tig iisang beer.

Nagkwentuhan lang kami hanggang 4AM? o 5AM? Tapos naglaro pa sila ng COD. Grabe yung lamig, hindi naman mahinaan yung aircon kasi mainit. Ang ginawa nalang namin ay pinag tigisahan namin ni Judeng yung legs ni juju para madantayan ang paa namin para kahit papano ay mabawasan ang lamig. Ang init kasi ng katawan nya, fertile daw kasi. Hahaha. Pati sa kamay, wala syang kawala eh. Walang galaw. Atleast hindi sya nilamig.

8AM kami gumising para lang maggaguhan ulit bago magcheckout ng 10:30.

Nagenjoy naman ako. Pwede na. Ang sarap talaga pag biglaan. Sana maulit muli.

PS: May sabon naman pala, nasa kama lang.

[nabaart]

Yes I'm aware I mispronounced "briars". But listen, my brain was wired for latin while I was doing this. Heavens above (and @aealzx ) as my witness, I'll butcher even my own OCs' names if I'm talking in one language and suddenly switch to a different one.

Lyrics below the cut

Walking, eating, humming Is the moon or I the most full? Free yet watched by something Inhuman and beautiful

Ambulare, comedere, fremere oblivio (Walking, eating, humming oblivious) Aut ego plenissima luna? (Is the moon or I the most full?) Libero adhuc custodiebantur ab aliquo (Free yet watched by something) Pulchra et inhumana (Inhuman and beautiful)

O' ruler of shadow and thorns Who nests my birds in thy briars This song of mine is then born Preceding and announcing the queen

O' ruler of autumn and winter Make me lord of summer and spring Your shadow is the harvest bringer That rippens my buds most green

Regina hiemis et umbrae (Queen of winter and shadows) Rex veris et lumine (King of spring and light) Per radix et sap animas terrae (Souls of the earth, by root and wisdom) Qui saltant in limine (Who dance on the threshold)

Regina hiemis et autumnae (Queen of winter and autumn) Tibi servio, sole et tempestas (I serve you in sun and storm) Texere licio meo fenestras (Weave your lace on my windows) Et ego relinquo flos in umbrare (And I'll place a flower by the shade)

Rex aestatis et veris (King of spring and summer) Sparge me in tuo lumine (Sprinkle me with your light) Tuo floreat per hortis (Let your flowers bloom through the gardens) Et glacio texere in limine (And through lacy frost as a threshold)

O' ruler of light and lastborns Who nests thy birds in my briars I cradle your song, all that's yours The beauty of blooms and seeds green

O' ruler of my heart splinters And also of summer and spring Yours is the warmth that lingers In ice, the treasure you bring

Ambulare, comedere, fremere oblivio (Walking, eating, humming oblivious) Hic lumen esne summa solis (As if you're sunlight in full) Simplex sed dilexit ut aliquo (Simple yet loved, it's something) Sic humanum et mirabilis (So human and wonderful)

Who cred rainy skies bleak and rainbows art? Unseen the soft beauty of snow Yet no truth — only man— set apart The chirping of birds, the cawing of crows

Walking, eating, humming Is the moon or I the most full? Free yet watched by something Inhuman and beautiful

Ambulare, comedere, fremere oblivio Aut ego plenissima luna? Libero adhuc custodiebantur ab aliquo Pulchra et inhumana

O' ruler of shadow and thorns Who nests my birds in thy briars This song of mine is then born Preceding and announcing the queen

O' ruler of my heart splinters And also of summer and spring Yours is the warmth that lingers In ice, the treasure you bring

Ambulare, comedere, fremere oblivio Aut ego plenissima luna? Libero adhuc custodiebantur ab aliquo Pulchra et inhumana

Who cred rainy skies bleak and rainbows art? Unseen the soft beauty of snow Yet no truth — only man— set apart The chirping of birds, the cawing of crows

[entrepreneurgulf]

Mohammed Aldossary and Khaled Alsiari: Pioneering the B2B Marketplace by Bridging Gaps in the Wholesale Trade at Sary

Small and Medium-Sized Businesses in the food sector such as small shops, mini-supermarkets, cafes, and bakeries get their goods in wholesale trade. Wholesalers are like middlemen. They are also known as wholesale distributors. These middlemen buy goods in bulk from manufacturers and suppliers. The goods are then stored, packaged, and prepared for sale to smaller businesses and retailers. 

The advantage of wholesale trade is that the purchased goods are bought from manufacturers at a lower price but in bulk. This allows them to sell those goods to smaller businesses and retailers in smaller quantities but at a fixed and negotiable price. The benefits of wholesale trade are the financing capabilities, storage of bulk goods in warehouses, smooth supply chain operation with digital transformation in wholesale trade, transportation costs made easy, and a profitable sale of bulk products and goods to SMEs and small retailers at a fixed or negotiable price for SMEs. 

E-commerce retailing of wholesale products and goods for SMEs is the easiest solution and tech innovation present. SMEs and small retailers also can benefit from this online wholesale trade innovation by having continuous access to good products. E-retiling is currently used a lot and helps many small businesses and shops to have their products stocked well. E-commerce or online commerce uses the help of technology to access social media platforms allowing them to reach out and engage with these small retailers regularly. 

Therefore in this article, we will be sharing insights into a Saudi Arabian B2B marketplace – Sary, which allows SMEs and small retailers to reach out and connect with manufacturers and wholesale distributors online when buying any goods and products in bulk. Co-founded by Mohammed Aldossary and Khaled Alsiari, Sary’s mission is – “to help organizations operate more efficiently and grow”. 

About the Co-Founders of SARY:

The Co-founders of Sary are – Mohammed Aldossary who is the Chief Executive Officer and Khaled A. Alsiari who is the Chief Technology Officer. The co-founders started Sary in 2018.

Mohammed’s educational experience includes a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration and Organization Studies from York University, and a Master’s Degree in Entrepreneurial and Small Business Operations from the Smith School of Business at Queen’s University. The co-founder continued to work in various leadership roles at different companies since 2012, such as – Creative Manager, Strategy Consultant, Project Lead at RBC Wealth Management, Investment Consultant at Abdulaziz Al Othaim & Sons Holding Company, CEO and Co-Founder of Lbabk, General Manager at Careem and at Circ, and finally co-founded Sary alongside his colleague Khaled A. Alsiari.

Khaled A. Alsiari banded together with Mohammed Aldossary to reinvent the wholesale trade experience. Khaled has a Bachelor’s Degree in Computer Software Engineering from the King Fahd University of Petroleum & Minerals. His career took off in 2009 and has since worked in managerial positions in several companies. With his experience and skills amassed, he applied his knowledge and learning in whatever he did and wherever he went. Khaled became a Project Manager at Remal IT, an IT Solution Manager at Naba, a Business Development Manager at TTP Creative Agency, and then in 2018 co-founded Sary. 

Mohammed and Khaled, being entrepreneurs and drivers of changers, started Sary B2B Marketplace to encourage and empower businesses to shift their connections and interactions to online platforms so that operations can be better improved by being more efficient, and adaptable, helping to cut down on a lot of costs and time spent.

About SARY:

This B2B Marketplace or business-to-business marketplace is an online platform made for SMEs and retailers such as mini-supermarkets, cafes, restaurants, and hotels. The e-commerce platform allows businesses to connect with manufacturers, distributors, and suppliers for the smooth and efficient bulk purchasing of goods and products. The company was established in 2018 and launched in 2019, in Dammam, Saudi Arabia.  

Integrating the use of both technologies and operations in business to drive efficiency and seamless connectivity, Mohammed and Khaled – the co-founders of Sary started this online platform in the Middle East to bridge the gap in strategic and digital marketing operations between small business owners. “A One-Stop-Shop” in purchasing wholesale goods, Sary allows the purchase of over 30,000+ Stock Keeping Units (SKUs) of popular and in-demand brands at affordable prices via mobile (available on both Google Play Store and Apple App Store) and website applications. 

Sary has been funded with around 112 million dollars by investors such as Sanabil Investments, Wafra International Investment, Angel Investors, MSA Capital, and many more. The products and goods that are retailed through Sary help SMEs in stocking their shelves in less than 24 hours. Quick and efficient, offering happy and wholesome discounts, they keep true to their word. Flexible payment methods are also provided to increase customer experience and satisfaction. With smart wholesale trade, Sary is indeed pioneering the B2B Online Marketplace for business owners.

Visit More : https://entrepreneurgulf.com/mohammed-aldossary-and-khaled-alsiari-pioneering-the-b2b-marketplace-by-bridging-gaps-in-the-wholesale-trade-at-sary/

[graceandpeacejoanne]

HER STORY: Kings and Queens, Abigail

Abigail’s story begins during a traditionally joyful time, the sheep shearing festival. Many guests had gathered, and there was much feasting. Abigail was well-known for her gracious hospitality, and all the tables were generously supplied. #Abigail #Naba

Abigail’s story begins during a traditionally joyful time, the sheep shearing festival. Many guests had gathered, and there was much feasting. Abigail was well-known for her gracious hospitality, and all the tables were generously supplied. As the celebration wore into the evening, ten plainly dressed men entered the pavilion and came to address Nabal. Would he be willing to share some of the…

[wherepoetswentodie]

This is a thing I’m working on that will not see the light of day for ages because I feel guilty for being bad at updating and also this seems to be the only thing my brain likes to write at the minute so

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Connor McKinley did not see the point in health class, virtual baby dolls (that might have been possessed by Satan himself, or at least a close friend) and going to BYU in the fall. What he was going to do, however, was go to health class, look after a virtual baby doll (that might have been possessed by Satan himself, or at least a close friend) and pretend he was going to BYU when (if) his parents asked, but actually get into the University of Michigan. 

But as he sat in health class - a class of six people, so he wasn’t sure it could even be called a class - he was beginning to think that maybe he’d prefer to be at BYU. Which may or may not have been a death sentence for him. He had never quite worked out how homophobic it really was and  hoped that he never would have to. 

“Do you think this teacher is ever going to turn up?” Nabulungi, his best friend and ‘girlfriend’ when his aunties were curious, asked. 

“I hope not,” Connor sighed, “I don’t trust babies,” 

“They’re not real babies,” 

“Somehow that makes it worse,” 

He glanced around the class, trying to remember if anyone there had ever thrown homophobic abuse his way. Chris Thomas and James Church definitely hadn’t, considering they were his best friends and Chris was practically sat in James’ lap. He looked towards the back of the room and immediately groaned, shocked that he hadn’t heard Arnold Cunningham before he’d seen him. Or maybe his best friend, and unfortunately attractive republican, Kevin Price had finally worked out how to keep him quiet. 

Connor might have actually tried to talk to him if it weren’t for the fact that his dad was the (incredibly homophobic) Governor of Utah

“Arnold Cunningham is in this class,” Connor muttered to Nabulungi who immediately brightened up and turned around to grin at him. 

“He’s cute,” she whispered. 

“No.” Connor said, “Nabulungi. No. Don’t. No. Don’t even look at me. I can’t believe - him? You think he’s cute?” 

Nabulungi rolled her eyes and suddenly had a coughing fit that sounded an awful lot like “Steve Blade,”. Connor tutted and turned back to the front of class, if not just so he could pretend that his best friend didn’t have a crush on Arnold Cunningham of all people. He thought that he’d be able to deal with her liking Kevin, and that would probably come with a healthy dosage of hate crimes for all involved. 

“You know if the teacher doesn’t turn up in 15 minutes we’re legally allowed to leave,” Arnold piped up. 

Connor rolled his eyes and Nabulungi had the nerve to laugh and turn around to talk to him. Deciding that he should try and stop her before things got too serious, Connor turned around, only to lock eyes with Kevin who was looking between Nabulungi and Arnold like he’d never seen them before. Or maybe he was just shocked that someone was actually showing interest in Arnold. Perhaps he was just glad to find someone who might take Arnold off his hands. Connor had never really understood why the two of them were friends. 

“You know Naba likes Arnold?” Connor whispered to Chris and James. 

James frowned at him, “Who do you think she was out with when she couldn’t come out with us last weekend?” 

Connor gaped at him, “Seriously? Are they - Are they dating?” 

“I hate you,” Chris said, “Do you ever listen to any of us? That was their first date!” 

“I thought she was joking,” Connor muttered, slumping in his seat and trying to block out the sounds of his best friend flirting with someone who dressed up as Luke Skywalker when he went to Comic-Con. 

God, he hoped that Nabulungi wasn’t going to start going to Comic-Con with him. He was pretty sure that he’d have to stage an intervention. A little bit like the one that she had staged for Chris after his sugar addiction had stopped being a cute personality trait and had become a genuine health concern. 

“Did you ask me to take this class because of Arnold?” Connor asked quietly. 

“No, I asked you because someone needed another class to graduate or someone won’t be tap dancing around Michigan next year,” 

“Are you going to Michigan, buddy? So’s Kevin!” Arnold said excitedly. 

Connor froze and turned around to look at Kevin, who’s eyes were also wide, “University of Michigan or Michigan State?” 

“University of Michigan,” Kevin said quietly, “You?” 

“Same,” Connor mumbled, “I’m guessing you’re not doing musical theatre?” 

“Probably economics. Or business. Or whatever else it is republicans do,” Chris said, “Oppress minorities?” 

Before Kevin could argue back, presumably to tell them that he wasn’t going to be majoring in oppressing minorities because Connor didn’t think that was a valid major (if it was, he was definitely going to the wrong university), the door opened and their teacher, Mr. Name-Connor-Couldn’t- Be -Bothered- To- Learn walked in. 

And even though Connor wasn’t going to bother to learn his name, he was thankful that he was their teacher. He was old, and retiring that year, which meant that he was long passed caring about actually teaching and would most likely pass them all without even looking over any of their work. They had basically signed up for another free period, and Connor was already planning on using this hour to work on his book and maybe even convince James to take some new headshots for him. Surely looking after a fake baby doll wasn’t going to be that hard. There was probably an off button that Connor was more than prepared to utilise. 

“Get in pairs,” the teacher grumbled at them, “I don’t care who,” 

Connor turned to Nabulungi with the intent to ask if she would grant him the honour of being the mother of his baby, just as she turned to Arnold to ask if he would be the father of her baby. He watched in horror as Arnold gleefully nodded his head and proceeded to stand behind Connor’s chair in a way that he understood meant ‘Please move’. 

“Chris,” Connor said quickly, “Wanna-” 

“No can do, buddy!” Chris said brightly, “Price needs a partner though,”  

“I hate you both,” Connor told them before sitting in the seat that Arnold had previously. 

The fact that Kevin didn’t seem all too excited about their predicament didn’t make Connor feel much better. Sure, he didn’t want to partnered with Kevin, but that was because he didn’t want to work with a raging homophobe and Kevin probably didn’t want to be partnered with him because he didn’t want to work with a raging homosexual. 

Not that Connor really thought that he was a raging homosexual, but he had long since learned that homophobic republicans (Governor Price sprang to mind), didn’t see a difference between the tiny pride pin that Connor dared pin to his jackets and the Drag Queens that worked in gay bars. It was oddly progressive, in a way. 

“Can you at least pretend to not hate me?” Kevin asked, “It’s not my fault Arnold’s dating your best friend,” 

Connor rolled his eyes, “Can you actually not hate me? It’s not my fault I’m gay,” 

Kevin glared at him for a second before he stood up to go and grab a baby off Mr. What's-His-Face’s desk. He completely bypassed the lone ginger baby in favour of one with dark hair, which Connor took as the first hate crime of the project. Perhaps he could do a second, smaller project on the side where he kept a tally of how many hate crimes Kevin committed over the next week. 

And when Mr. Name-Connor-Really-Should-Learn told them that they would have to stay over at each other's houses in an attempt to really drive home the experience of parenthood, Connor predicted that the final total of hate crimes would be a lot. 

“Sir?” Kevin said, sticking his hand in the air, “Why do we have to stay at each other's houses?” 

“Because, Callum, we don’t want to encourage single parenthood,” 

“My names Kevin,” he said impatiently, “But you’ll encourage gay parenthood?” 

“He didn’t mean it like that!” Arnold said quickly, turning around to glare furiously at his best friend, “He just - He meant...He meant from like a Mormon point of view,” 

“So still a homophobic point of view?” James asked lightly, “I’m not gonna sit and listen to him whilst he constantly attacks who I am!” 

“I wasn’t attacking you,” Kevin snapped, “I’m just - my dad would-” 

“-kill us all given the chance?” Chris said. 

“My dad wouldn’t like it if he knew!” Kevin said quickly. 

“Don’t tell him, Corey. What do you think he’s gonna do? Kill you?” Mr. Connor-Wanted-To-Say-Brown said, “You’re practically an adult, sort it out yourself,” 

Connor sighed and slumped in his chair, glaring down at his desk. He wasn’t sure what was worse; spending a week with Kevin at his own house with his homophobic parents, or spending a week with Kevin and his homophobic parents at their house. Both seemed equally as bad and a very good excuse to throw himself in front of the school bus. 

“You’re not staying at my house,” Kevin said quickly. 

“Cute that you think I want to stay there,” Connor said, “I’ll give you a ride home,” 

“I’m at swim practice after school so I’ll meet you there,” 

“I have rehearsal,” Connor said, “I’ll meet you at my car. It’s the-” 

“I know what your car is,” 

“Oh,” Connor said with a frown, “Oh. Okay. Well, I’ll...I’ll see you later,” 

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“Do you think I could steal this dress once we’re done?” Nabulungi asked, twirling around in her Belle dress. 

“When are you ever gonna wear a bright yellow ball gown again?” 

Nabulungi shrugged, “Target?” 

Connor snorted and turned to stare at himself in the mirror. Playing the Beast was fun, but the costume certainly wasn’t. He blew some fur out of his mouth and turned to glower at Nabulungi, as though his quite terrible costume was all her fault. 

“I’m uncomfortable,” he said, taking the mask off and dropping it onto a chair, “It’s really annoying that I can’t turn into the Prince halfway through instead,” 

“That defeats the point of the show though. She falls in love with him when he’s a beast, not when he’s a Prince,” 

Connor scrunched his face up, “That feels illegal,”

“It’s not real,” she reminded him. 

“Never realised that, thanks,” he muttered, eyes darting around the room until they came to stop where they always did: on Steve Blade. 

When talking to any of his friends, Connor assured him that he was very much over Steve Blade and was not at all bitter about the way that everything ended. In reality, he was very much not over Steve Blade and was extremely bitter about the way everything ended. It made playing the Beast opposite his Gaston extremely easy; their fight scene never felt forced and Connor felt like he didn’t need claws to rip his head off. Spite was enough. 

Nabulungi tutted when she saw where he was looking and punched his arm. 

“No.” she said, “Stop thinking about Steve Blade!” 

“I’m not!” Connor exclaimed before very casually adding, “He text me last night,” 

“If you text him back-“ 

“I didn’t,” Connor said, lying effortlessly, “I ignored him. I’m not gonna go back to him,” 

Nabulungi huffed a little, “Good. He got what he wanted from you,”

“My virginity?” 

“Yes,” Nabulungi said bluntly. 

Connor sighed and turned away from Steve, thankful that he hadn’t done anything that suggested they had been talking for most of the previous night. Though that might have been because he was terrified of Nabulungi, Chris and James and didn’t want to get on the wrong side of them. (Again). 

Not that Connor himself wasn’t scared of his friends, sometimes. Especially where Steve Blade was concerned. Still, there was nothing quite as terrifying as an extremely irate Stage Manager in the form of Chris Thomas. The only person he hadn’t shouted at all day was James, even though he was extremely behind in his set painting duties. Connor had gotten one entrance wrong and Chris had described, in great detail, how he was gonna murder him. 

“Oh my god,” Nabulungi said in a hushed voice, “Did you know Elizabeth was still choreographing?” 

“Huh?” Connor said, “I thought someone else had taken over. Chris said she was too ill,” 

“Well, she's here,” 

Connor glanced over at the door and unintentionally winced as Chris wheeled his twin sister in. She looked worse than the last time he had seen her, and even then he had found it too difficult to look at her. 

The school had invited her back to choreograph the show (an unspoken “one last time” hanging in the air), and she had gotten through the first two weeks of rehearsal before she had to leave. Now, with only one week to go before their first performance, having her come back seemed pointless. As he thought about it, Connor realised it only seemed pointless to him because he (hopefully) had more shows in his future. It was very unlikely she had any. 

“Hey, Liz!” Connor said cheerfully as Chris wheeled her over, “How are you?” 

“Dying,” she said bluntly. 

Connor froze, immediately looking up to Chris for some help. Elizabeth laughed and rolled her eyes. 

“It was a joke,” she said, “Sort of. How are you finding the choreography?” 

“Fine,” Connor said quickly, happy to steer the conversation away from death, “Yeah, fine,” 

“‘Fine’ unless we’re talking about Tale as Old as Time,” Nabulungi said, “Which is really all he needs to do,” 

“Drop me in it, why don’t you?” Connor muttered. 

Admittedly, Connor was terrible at ballroom dancing. If he wasn’t tripping over his own feet, he was tripping over Nabulungi’s feet and if he wasn’t tripping over Nabulungi’s feet he was tripping over her dress. It only served as a reminder that he probably shouldn’t have been playing the Beast. He would have been more than happy with the ensemble, or maybe LeFou at a stretch, but Nabulungi had convinced him to audition for the lead, just because they’d probably never have a chance to play opposite each other again. 

“I prefer tap dancing,” Connor said after Nabulungi had finished explaining that the rather large bruise on her thigh was a result of Connor falling right on top of her when he had tried to pick her up. 

“Come on, then,” Elizabeth sighed, slowing getting to her feet, “I’ll help you,” 

“Uh, what are you doing?” Chris asked. 

“Teaching Connor how to dance, why?” she asked, taking Connor’s hand. 

“You can’t! The Doctor said that-“ 

“-I still have 6 months,” she reminded him, “What’s one ballroom dance going to do?” 

“Drop her, and I’ll kill you,” Chris snapped, before rushing off to snap at the poor lighting techs. 

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the back of Chris’ head as she placed Connor’s hand on her waist and began counting him through the steps. It was a lot easier, being taught by someone who actually knew what they were doing (the new choreographer had not offered much help outside of ‘smile!’). 

“You are good at this,” she told him once the song had ended, “All you need is more confidence in yourself,” 

“I don’t think ballroom dancing is my thing,” Connor sighed, “and also not dressed like this,” 

“Dancing is your thing, Connor,” she said firmly, holding onto his arm as she, if possible, grew paler, “By the time you finish college, you’ll be top of your game,” 

Connor smiled and helped her back to her chair, hoping that Chris wasn’t going to commit a crime because he had tired her out. Not that Connor could blame him for being so overprotective; he couldn’t imagine watching his siblings slowly die, and he didn’t even like them that much. 

“You didn’t have to be here,” Connor said, sitting next to her and watching a run through of Gaston. 

“I know, but Christopher can’t say no to me anymore,” she said, “and he always drives me to McDonalds afterwards. Plus-“ she broke off suddenly, frowning, “I can hear a baby crying,” 

“Wha - oh, shit,” 

Connor jumped to his feet and hurried underneath the bleachers. He had hidden Brigham the baby underneath there in the hopes that he wouldn’t be too loud. Kevin had point blank refused to take him to swim practice, and Connor was starting to think that he would be learning what it was going to be like to be a single dad. 

“Sorry,” Connor said, awkwardly rocking the doll, “It’s my baby,” 

“Health class?” she asked. 

“Yep,” Connor said miserably, “He’s called Brigham,” 

“Who’s your partner? Naba?” 

Connor scoffed, “I wish. No, it’s Kevin Price,” 

“The Governor's son?” 

“Yeah...” 

She stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter, “I’m sorry. I know it’s not funny but - oh, sweetie. Are they still doing the thing where you have to stay with your partner?” 

Connor sighed and nodded, “I’m not going over to his house. Lord knows I don’t need to meet Governor Price,” 

“So...he’s going to yours?” she asked in a small voice. 

“It’ll be fine,” Connor said hurriedly, “My parents don’t need to know,”

When Connor finally got out of rehearsal and spotted Kevin awkwardly hovering by his car, he thought that his parents probably wouldn’t be too angry if Kevin was the boy he brought home. As this thought crossed his mind, he remembered exactly who his parents were and what they expected of him. They’d probably get angry if Joseph Smith himself was the boy he brought home. 

Not that Connor would want to bring Joseph Smith home. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to deal with the whole Prophet thing. 

“How are we gonna bring him home?” Kevin asked. 

“I don’t know. He’s a doll. We’ll just put him in the back,” 

Kevin tutted, “You can’t drive a baby home like that! I’ll hold him,” 

“You know he’s not a real baby, right?” Connor asked slowly. 

“I’ve never failed a class in my life, and you’re not about to make me,” Kevin snapped, taking Brigham into his arms. 

“Alright, chill,” Connor muttered, “It’s not that deep,” 

Kevin spent the majority of the car journey to Connor’s house glowering out of the window, Brigham held tightly in his arms. If it weren’t for the fact that Kevin was also male, it might have been the closest that Connor ever got to being straight. He had lost count of the amount of couples he had seen (mainly at Church), who so obviously resented each other but had had a child together so that they could live up to the Mormon standard.

It was probably the life that Kevin was going to live, and Connor felt sorry for him until he realised that he was homophobic and suddenly couldn’t care less. 

As soon as Connor pulled up outside of his house, his mouth went dry and his palms became sweaty. This was not at all unusual, but it was even worse with Kevin being there with him. 

Taking a deep breath, Connor got out of the car and waited for Kevin to do the same. He was taking an awfully long time, holding Brigham close to his chest as he carefully got out, and Connor wasn’t sure he could last a whole week without committing a felony. Or if Kevin could last a whole week without committing a hate crime. 

“Are you gonna come in?” Kevin asked. 

Connor’s neck snapped up to face Kevin, who was standing on the front porch. 

“Get off there!” Connor hissed, lurching forward to grab his arm and yank him backwards. 

“Watch the baby!” Kevin yelled. 

“Shush!” Connor whispered, glancing up at the house and dragging Kevin around the side of the house when he saw someone inside - probably his mom - start to pull the curtains back, “Don’t yell!” 

Kevin frowned at him, “What the heck is your problem, McKinley?” 

“How long have you got?” Connor muttered. 

He walked around the back of the house to where the basement door was, quickly unlocking it and shoving Kevin through it before one of his parents made an appearance in the back garden. And he couldn’t help but curse his best friends, because it would have been beyond easier to have just moved in with Naba or Chris for a week. 

Kevin stood awkwardly in the middle of the middle room and it suddenly occurred to Connor that he was probably used to places that were more...grand. 

“Is there a reason we’re in your basement?” Kevin asked, “Are you going to murder me?” 

Connor tutted and walked over to his makeshift kitchen (a mini-fridge, kettle, toaster, microwave and mini-grill on top of his chest of drawers), beginning to make his usual after school snack of two Poptarts and a can of Redbull. If this was also occasionally his dinner, no one needed to know. 

“Do you want anything?” Connor asked. 

Kevin shook his head as he gently laid Brigham on Connor’s bed, “I brought something,” 

“You don’t trust my cooking?” 

“I follow a strict diet,” Kevin said, “I’m a swimmer, remember?” 

“Oh, yeah...” Connor muttered, dropping down onto one of the beanbags that Mr and Mrs Thomas were kind enough to donate to him, “There’s an airbed for you. I’ll blow it up later,” 

Kevin nodded and perched on the edge of Connor’s bed, his eyes darting around the room. Connor picked at his Poptart, feeling increasingly awkward. He would suggest that Kevin stay at his own house and lie to Mr. Teacher-That-Connor-Would-Probably-Never-Know-The-Name-Of, but he had a feeling that Kevin was not one to ever break the rules. 

“Why are we actually in the basement?” Kevin asked, “Shouldn’t you tell your parents your home? And that I’m here?” 

“No,” Connor said, “If it were up to them, I wouldn’t be in the house,” 

“Um...” 

“I’m gay, they don’t like it, they moved me into the basement because it makes them feel less guilty than if they actually kicked me out,” Connor shrugged, “on the rare occasion that I do actually see them, they remind me that once I’ve left for college, that’s it. I’m out, for good,” 

Kevin stared at him, his mouth hanging open. Connor clenched his jaw and looked back down at his Poptarts, wondering if there was a worst person to have this conversation with. He didn’t even like talking about it to his friends, never mind someone he barely knew and who definitely hated him in the same way that his parents did. 

Thankfully, Brigham started wailing and Kevin was too distracted to ask Connor anymore questions.

 It was definitely going to be the longest week of his life. 

[classyandfrench]

Quran recitation checklist

S.No.Surah Name Meaning

[v] 1Fatehah -- (The Opening)

[  ] 2Baqarah---(The Cow)

[  ] 3Aal-e-Imran - -The Family of Imran

[  ] 4Nisaa--The Women

[  ] 5Maidah--The Table spread with foods

[  ] 6Al-Anaam--The Cattle

[  ] 7Al-Araaf--The wall with Elevations

[  ] 8Al-Anfaal--The Spoils of War

[  ] 9Tawbah--The Repentance

[  ] 10Yunus--The Prophet [Jonah]

[  ] 11Hud--The Prophet Hood

[  ] 12Yusouf--The Prophet [Joseph]

[  ] 13Ar-Ra’ad--The Thunder

[  ] 14Ibrahim--The Prophet [Abraham]

[  ] 15Hijr--The Rocky Tract

[  ] 16Nahl--The Bee

[  ] 17Israa--The Journey by Night

[  ] 18Al-Kahf--The Cave

[  ] 19Maryam--Mary (Mother of Jesus)

[  ] 20Taha-- One of the Names of Prophet Muhammad

[  ] 21Al-Anbiya--The Prophets

[  ] 22Al-Hajj--The Pilgrimage

[  ] 23Al-Muminun--The Believers

[  ] 24Al-Nur--The Light

[  ] 25Al-Farqan--The Criterion

[  ] 26Ash-Shu’ara--The Poets

[  ] 27Al-Naml--The Ant

[  ] 28Al-Qasas--The Narration

[  ] 29Al-Ankabut--The Spider

[  ] 30Al-Rum--The Romans

[  ] 31Luqman--Luqman (A wise Man)

[  ] 32As-Sajdah--The Prostration

[  ] 33Al-Ahzab--The Confederates

[  ] 34Al-Saba--Sheba (The Queen)

[  ] 35Al-Fatir--The Originator of Creation

[  ] 36Ya’sin--One of the Names of Prophet Muhammad

[  ] 37As-Saffat--Those Ranged in Ranks

[  ] 38Suad--Arabic Alphabet

[  ] 39Az-Zamar--The Groups

[  ] 40Al-Mumin--The Forgiver/The Believer

[  ] 41Hamim Sajdah--In Detail

[  ] 42Ash-Shura--The Consultations

[  ] 43Al-Aukhruf--The Gold Adornment

[  ] 44Al-Dukhan--The Smoke

[  ] 45Al-Jathiyah--The Kneeling

[  ] 46Al-Ahqaf--The Curved-Sand Hills

[  ] 47Muhammad--The Prophet Muhammad

[  ] 48Al-Fath--The Victory

[  ] 49Al-Hujurat--The Dwellings

[  ] 50Q’af--Arabic Alphabet

[  ] 51Al-Dhariyat--The wind that Scatters

[  ] 52Al-Tur--The Name of Mountain

[  ] 53Al-Najm--The Star

[  ] 54Al-Qamr--The Moon

[  ] 55Ar-Rahman--The Most Gracious

[  ] 56Al-Waqiah--The Event

[  ] 57Al-Hadid--Iron

[  ] 58Al-Mujadila--The Disputation

[  ] 59Al-Hashr--The Gathering

[  ] 60Al-Mumtahana--The Woman to be Examined

[  ] 61As-Saff--The Row or The Rank

[  ] 62Al-Jumah--Friday

[  ] 63Al-Munafiqun--The Hypocrites

[  ] 64Al-Taghabun--Mutual Loss or Gain

[  ] 65Al-Talaq--The Divorce

[  ] 66Al-Tahrim--The Prohibition

[  ] 67Al-Mulk--Dominion

[  ] 68Al-Qalam--The Pen

[  ] 69Al-Haqqah--The Inevitable

[  ] 70Al-Maarij--The Way of Ascent

[  ] 71Noah--The Prophet Noah

[  ] 72Al-J’nn--Genie

[  ] 73Al-Muzammil--The One wrapped in Garment

[  ] 74Al-Mudashir--The One Enveloped

[  ] 75Al-Qiyamah--The Resurrection

[  ] 76Al-Dahr--The Man

[  ] 77Al-Mursalat--Those Sent Forth

[  ] 78Al-Naba--The Great News

[  ] 79Al-Naziat--Those Who Pull Out

[  ] 80Abasa--The Frowned

[  ] 81Al-Takwir--Wound Round and Lost its Light

[  ] 82Al-Infitar--The Cleaving

[  ] 83Al-Mutaffafin---Those Who Deal in Fraud

[  ] 84Al-Inshiqaq--The Splitting Asunder

[  ] 85Al-Bhruj--The Big Stars

[  ] 86Al-Tariq--The Night-Comer

[  ] 87Al-A’la--The Most High

[  ] 88Al-Ghashiya--The Overwhelming

[  ] 89Al-Fajr--The Break of the Day/The Dawn

[  ] 90Al-Balad--The City

[  ] 91Ash-Shams--The Sun

[  ] 92Al-Lail--The Night

[  ] 93Al-Duha--The Forenoon after Sunrise

[  ] 94Al-Inshira--The Opening Forth

[  ] 95Al-T’in--The Fig

[  ] 96Al-Alaq--The Clot

[  ] 97Al-Qadr--The Night of Decree (A blessed night)

[  ] 98Al-Beyinnah--The Clear Evidence

[  ] 99Al-Zilzal--The Earthquake

[  ] 100Al-Aadiyat--Those Who Runs

[  ] 101Al-Qariah--The Striking Hour

1 02Al-Takatur--The Pilling up of Emulous Desire

[v] 103Al-Asr--The Time

104Al-Humazah--The Slanderer

105Al-Fil--The Elephant

[v] 106Al-Qureysh---A Famous Arab Tribe

[  ] 107Alma’un--The Small Kindnesses

[v] 108Al-Kauthar--A River in Paradise

109Al-Kafirun--The Disbelievers

110Al-Nasr--The Help

111Al-Masad --The Palm Rope

112Al-Ikhlas--The Purity

113Al-Falaq---The Day Break

114Al-Nas---The People

[brittwalfordfan]

Some drawings of my girl Nabalungi 💗💗

Also some head canons -after their mission is over, Arnold, Kevin, Connor, Chris, And James plan to move to New York. (They don’t have enough money to live in a house so they live in apartments.) - Arnold was on the fence about moving to New York because he knew he was gonna miss Naba so after lost of convincing they convinced Naba to move with them -Naba and Arnold live across from Connor and Kevin. Chris and James live next to Connor and Kevin. !!! OKAY MOSTLY ABOUT NABA NOW !!! -At first Naba really missed Mafala but after the first few letters from him reassuring her that everything was going fine in the village she started to enjoy life in the states a lot more -her and Arnold got a marriage license back in Africa so that she could get a green card, but they still consider themselves boyfriend and girlfriend not husband and wife. -Naba really enjoys graphic t shirts because she mostly wore plain or simply patterned clothes back in Kitguli -she mainly wears shirts that have vintage games or star wars on them. -she modifies a lot of clothes (i.e: crops them or sews patches into them) -she is a thrift store queen -also cotton:on -her and Connor start hanging out a lot -they get really close and often go out for coffee -Connor borrows her clothes sometimes (mainly her shirts cause she buys them oversized so their big on her and even a bit big on Connor sometimes) -she bought them matching pink sunglasses -she noticed a lot of people with dyed hair in New York and thought it looked really cool -one day when her and Connor where out getting Coffee she was like “hey let’s go get my hair dyed” and he was like “oh heck yeah” -she has a Polaroid and runs out of film super fast because she always takes two shots so she can send one of the pictures to mafala -she was confused by Instagram at first but now she has like,,,,, thousands of followers cause she takes really artsy pics -she is really good at photography -she worked at the thrift store for a while, but quit so that she could go work at a photography studio -they saw her Instagram and hired her almost instantly???? -this girl has a seariously knack for photography???? -she has a spam account where she posts a shit ton of photos of her friends. - she posted one photo of Kevin and Connor just like,, talking and apparently the masses love gays so that photo surpassed 1k really fast -she mainly posts pics of Arnold cause let’s be really these two are like,,, so in love - I love them so much wow -Arnold like?? Worships her kinda?? -on their wedding day Naba was sad because she thought that Mafala wouldn’t be able to fly out -but Arnold secretly arranged for him to fly out the day before the wedding -Connor is the flower girl -James , Chris and Kevin were Arnold’s best men (cause he couldn’t choose just one) -Kevin was his best best man however -Naba s brides maids were some of the girls who worked with her -Naba wanted to be non traditional and wore a purple wedding dress instead of a white one -she is so happy when she sees Mafala -her wedding is one of the happiest days of her life

[mabilisnasastre]

“Boys only want love if it’s torture”: Taylor Swift, ang kontrabida

Sa katotoohanan, maaaring may maraming dahilan para noon, ngunit may isa na tila nanaig sa mga taon ng kanyang lumalagong kasikatan.

May isang artikulo na isinulat ni Orla O' Callaghan (2013) kung saan dinetalye niya kung bakit siya napopoot kay Taylor. Iyan pa nga ang pangalan ng artikulo, "Why I Hate Taylor Swift." Inilista niya ang lahat ng kanyang galit – at hindi niya pinigilan ang kanyang sarili. Gumagamit siya ng mga hiniram na mga claim gaya ng pagiging “serial dater” at “money-hungry.” Sabi niya doon, “She goes out with men, writes songs about them and then sells them.” Gayunpaman, may mga orihinal din na argumento si O’ Callaghan: sabi niya na mas karapat-dapat pa raw ang bandang Queen na makukuha sa mga parangal at tagumpay ni Taylor (pero hindi ko alam ang kaugnayan ng dalawang artista) at sinabi din niya na medyo bobo si Taylor. Sa verbatim, "She's a little stupid."

Nang binasa ko ang artikulo na iyon, kasama ang mga kakila-kilabot na mga argumento, napaisip ko: “Hmm, baka may mas tanga pa dito.”

Ngunit hindi lang siya ang may ganitong paraan ng pag-iisip. Suriin mo ang internet at makakahanap ka ng libu-libo kung hindi milyon-milyong iba pa na may parehong paniniwala. Hindi lang siya bina-bash ng mga tao dahil sa pagiging “serial dater” niya. Sa isang segment ng kanyang 2020 na dokyumentaryo “Miss Americana,” ipinakita nila kung paano inilalarawan si Taylor Swift ng medya sa kanyang buong karera.  Ipinakita doon na inakusahan siya ng mga kritiko na hindi siya nagsusulat sa sarili niyang mga kanta, tinutuya ang kanyang grupo ng mga kaibigan, at tinawag siyang kasuklam-suklam dahil sa pagiging "too thin."

Bagama't ang ilan sa mga komentong ito ay umiiral pa rin ngayon, hindi gaanong pinahihintulutan ang pagkapoot nito gaya ng dati.

Nahanap na kasi ang ugat nito: misogyny.

Totoo na man na nagkaroon ng malalaking hakbang ang mga unang bahagi ng 2010 patungo sa pagtataguyod ng feminsimo, pero marami pa ring mga bitak na kailangang tugunan, lalo na sa loob ng industriya ng musika.

Sa isang artikulo ni Helienne Lindvall (2010), pinuna niya ang kakulangan ng mga babae sa musika noong panahong iyon. Hindi ito exklusibo sa mga babaeng artista. Binanggit niya na sa 2010 15% lamang ng malalaking kumpanya ng musika ang may mga kababaihan sa mga posisyon sa pamamahala. Tanging 6% ng mga kababaihan lang ang kumikita ng higit sa €29,000 kumpara sa 22% ng mga lalaki.

Bukod sa management, ang production at songwriting din ay pangunahing pinangangasiwaan ng mga lalaki. Ang mga nangungunang babaeng hitmaker noong unang bahagi ng 2010s, i.e. Kesha, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga – lahat ng kanilang mga kanta ay na-produce ng mga lalaki. 

Noong panahong iyon, mayroon ding kultura ng panggagahasa at pang-aabuso sa mga lalaking producer. Ginahasa si Kesha ng kanyang producer na si Dr. Luke. Sinubukan niyang dalhin siya sa korte, ngunit natalo siya sa kanyang kaso. Hanggang ngayon, nagbabayad pa rin siya ng royalties sa kanya kahit na hindi na siya ang producer ng kanyang musika. Nakaranas na man si Katy Perry ng matinding seksuwalisasyon dahil sa kanyang imahe. Si Lady Gaga, bukod sa tinaguriang literal na demonyo ng masa, ay ginahasa din at itinapon sa gilid ng kalsada ng isang dating producer.

Tinatrato ng mga producer at management team ang mga kababaihan sa industriya bilang mga boses lamang upang punan ang musika at mga larawan upang i-promote ang musikang iyon. Tumutulo ito sa kung paano sila tinitingnan ng mga mamimili – walang kapangyarihan, magandang hitsura lang. Hindi pinapaboran ng industriya – sa loob man o sa labas – ang mga kabataang babae. Kung kailan sila pinagpipiyestahan, naba-bash din sila.

Hindi estranghero si Taylor sa kulturang ito. Naranasan din niya ang parehong uri ng pagtrato sa loob at labas ng industriya. Noong 2019, naibenta ang mga “masters” (ang pagtatala na nagpapahiwatig na siya ang may-ari) ng kanyang unang anim na album nang hindi niya nalaman sa isang agent sa industriya na nang-bully sa kanya noon. Higit 100 na mga kanta na insinulat ni Taylor tungkol sa kanyang mga karanasan ang naibenta sa isang taong walang kamay sa paggawa ng alniman sa sining na iyon. 

Patuloy na sinalungat ni Taylor ang mga inaasahan sa kanyang musika, kaya kailangan ng mga tao na humanap ng mga bagong paraan upang pahinain ang kanyang mga tagumpay. Nang sinubukan ng isang kritiko na pabulaanan ang mga kakayahan ni Taylor sa pagsulat ng kanta, isinulat niya ang kanyang ikatlong album nang mag-isa. Nang sabihin ng masa na pareho ang tunog ng kanyang musika, gumawa siya ng eksperimental na pop at country na rekord. Kinailangan ng mga tao na pahiyain siya para makalabas sila ng bago sa kanya. Nang hindi nila maatake ang kanyang katalinuhan at husay, inatake nila ang kanyang pagkababae.

May artikulo sa Current na ibinuod ang isyu na to: "Many young girls may find themselves disliking Taylor Swift or her music because when looking at a society dominated by the rejection of femininity, Taylor Swift is unapologetically herself: a woman” (Bucholts, 2021). 

Isang dalagang babae rin. Sa kanyang dokumentaryo noong 2019, nag-alinlangan si Taylor kung gaano magiging matagumpay ang kanyang mga susunod na mga album. Binanggit niya na kailangan talaga mag-evolve ang mga kababaihan sa industriya ng musika sa mga hiling at demand ng mga tao – isang bagay na hindi kailangang harapin ng mga lalaki.

Kaya nang tawagin siya ng lahat na isang “boy-crazy, serial dater,” sinulat niya ang “Blank Space.”

[djtantrum]

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[officialromaniantranslatiuni]

10 seconds of Bravo, ai stil! and the useless drama is already here.

- Ilinca Vanditch acts as if she hasn’t been away at all! Also, she did not mention her baby at all… Yet!

- Alexandra looks and sounds familiar. Wasn’t she a potential contestant back in season 2?

- Why does 18 year old Irina look like Laura and Denisa from S2 and much older than me? (She dumb son…)

- Here is the “over 30 y.o.” token. She is cute, but she is so out of this show in the first half.

- Ilinica-not-Vanditch seems like a mean biotch and I am either going to like her or throw her in the Cristina-Mahala-clones trash can.

- Oh look! Discount-Khloe Kardashian!

- Roxana scares me and idk why… she has that normal girl who turns into a banshee when mad vibe

- Bianca is probably the one who will have trouble speaking Romanian like a normal person 🙄 tho she seems nice

- Beatrice looks as if she mistook the sets and accidentally came here instead of Acces Direct.

- Ok... I need Romanian for this - Naba are jumatate din varsta mamei mele, dar arata mai batrana decat bunica mea. Are cuvintele circ si kitsch scrise pe frunte. She is a little bit cute, but she is probably going to be the drama queen of this season.

- I kinda like Ramona? And I am afraid she will disappoint me. *also her haaaaair heart eyes mf*

- another Khloe K. and the other one looks like a girl from some girlband, but overall, they are nice and sort of adorable, but this whole friendship-package thing is so middle school-ish.

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

"Yeah, and you shouldn't just tell people whatever in order to make them stop something that you don't like. And then complain later when they do the thing. You know that's some serious gaslighting shit right there. I bet your parents taught you that move, huh?" The queen sighed deeply, "Whatever... I..." She started but than she trailed off when she saw him back away from her when she growled. She swallowed thickly and hugged herself. "Maybe you should think before you talk and make promises to others... Just saying. It was more than just a window, Virgil!" She exclaimed, "You could've died, Virgil! If we didn't have the pods you would not be alive right at this moment! That's a pretty big deal in my eyes! And your sounding like this has happened before! Was it your shitty parents? Ugh... Whatever." She stepped over to the window, "I'll bring them back to shut you up. But a word of advice, don't fucking do that again. It's annoying."

Axel reached over to grab the second toy, and he took one nibble of that before huffing and throwing that one to the ground. "Naba!!" He cried out, obviously not liking that one either. But than he giggled at the tickles, but he quickly pushed his hands away to lean over. He grabbed a toy from Virgil's hand that looked almost like...a set of car keys? It was on a large rubber loop with smaller toys attached to it. All ranging in different shapes and textures. He took one nibble from the flat rectangle one, and just like that he started giggling and jumping up down down. He nibbled and chewed harshly onto the little keychain. Yep, he found something he liked.

🐺🔒-Part 21-🔒🐺

TW: Misgendering. Rape. Swearing. Blood (mention). Injury (mention). GRAPHIC - Read at your own risk.

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@ts-janus-rp-blog

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The queen took in a deep sigh and she kept shaking her head, "You really have a hard time at listening don't you? It was on purpose, child. I purposely left you down there. I figured if you were left down there it would change your mind. Instead you just became...a blundering idiot!" But then she tried to calm down so she won't get upset again. She's already been upset at him once today, she can't make it a second time. "Yes, he is such a brave little boy. So cute. We may have to start feeding him baby food! With...little meats in it? What do pups eat, alpha?" She directed her attention to Janus but before Janus could answer logan interrupted.

He knew that if Janus answered he'll respond very rudely and they...don't need to see her angry again. "They eat mashed up meat, my lady. It needs to be mashed up to the point that it's almost like a paste! And then slowly build up from there!"

"Thank you, Logan. Your very helpful." She nodded down to Virgil, "We shall do that for him then. Well just need to gather up some meat." Then she nodded once more, "Your welcome, my child." And then the twins flew at her. She huffed as she watched them scream in complete agony on the ground. "Well, tell them to stop attacking. But they won't cause they don't understand you right now. Until they can, I have to do this. I would really not like any scars on my beautiful face." She huffed once more.

The one that everyone can assume was roman since it was the one without eyes shrieked loudly in agony. He tried to flap his wings to fly away from the queen. But instead he flew right into a wall and cried out as he crashed. He held his ears and curled up into a ball, clearly in agonizing pain. He even started banging his head against the ground in some attempt to get the horrifying ringing to just stop!!

[incorrectfemelquotes]

which muses you should fight according to me(l)

caroline: she's a sweet girl with a cheery smile, but she will fuck you up if you mess with her or anyone she holds dear and she has all of aperture's innovative technology at her disposal and she can make sure no one knows you ever existed. don't fight caroline unless you have absolutely nothing to lose.

glados: just like caroline, she has all of aperture at her disposal plus all of the new things that she's been upgrading since she seized control of the facility. fighting her is not a smart decision, but if you really want to don't let the turrets and neurotoxin stop you.

em: em is a manic-depressive nervous wreck who doesn't know how to handle emotional outbursts, so she'll either cry because you're fighting or kick your ass and take names as she does it. fight her if you catch her on a good day and you absolutely have to, but otherwise leave her alone. she suffers enough on her own.

alana: if you're not the murphys, or the hansens, or jared, don't fight alana. those six people are the only ones who have any right to be upset at her for putting "connor's suicide note" online. even then, probably only jared would actually try to fight her. the point is, don't. she was trying to help people not feel as alone as she is.

heidi: she's a single mother who's just trying to do right by her son and do her best to make ends meet. why would you even want to fight heidi?? just leave her alone.

heather: please for the love of god fight heather. she's the queen bitch and she can and will probably murder you in her sleep, but fight her anyway. suplex her.

nabalungi: are you satan??? why would you ever want to fight naba?? don't do it. her whole village lived in turmoil until arnold helped them find faith and it would be wise to leave them alone.

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the book of mormon for the musicals thing !!

Aaa hi (youre ace btw ✨)

1. favorite character?

Im so gay for Naba

2. favorite person to play said favorite character?

Nikki and Denee are my faves

3. character you relate to the most?

I mean i emotionally relate to McKinley

4. character you would most like to play?

i ean there arent any roles i could play in reality but Kevin

5. character you would most like to meet?

Id want to have long in depth convosations about star wars with arnold

6. most underrated character?

NABA MY QUEEN

7. favorite sung line(s)?

“heavenly father will sake my hand and say youve done an awesome job kevin”

8. favorite spoken line(s)?

Anything arnold calls naba

9. first song you heard from the show?

Turn it off

10. song you play on repeat?

You and me but mostly me

11. song you skip when it comes on shuffle?

Ummmm i am here for you

12. most underrated song?

Baptise me

13. favorite head cannon?

Bisexual Naba (its my own but idk if anyones ever said it)

14. three words that describe this show?

tony winning bitches

15. overall rate?

1234567890 out of 10

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Random BoM headcanon

Post-Uganda Connor LOVES Drag Race. He likes the challenges, and the outfits, and just everyone playing with notions of gender, and how to express yourself. It's also a kind of way for him to prepare himself to try drag for himself at some point. Generally he's not a big fan of the swearing, though, and sometimes he still blushes furiously at the innuendo. Connor's favorite part is Snatch Game - his favourite performance might just be Ben De La Creme doing Maggie Smith. His favorite Queen is a different issue. He can't possibly settle on one. But he likes Bianca Del Rio, Katya, Ben De La Creme and Alyssa Edwards. The others are mixed. Naba thinks it's funny and they both watch it together, downright religiously. Arnold sometimes watches it with them, but he's more in it for the drama than anything else and quickly loses interest. Kevin is conflicted. He thinks it's fun, but he initially thinks it might be Connor's way of trying to tell him something.:. Which it isn't. Then he's introduced to Bianca, so to say, and suddenly Kevin is all for Drag Race.