#pursui

[i-j0s]

[entertainmentadda12]

Hit and Run - Crazy Road Rage Pursuit: Monster Trucks vs. Monster Police...

[3danimationtelugustories]

Monster Trucks vs Police Monster Trucks | INSANE ROAD RAGE PURSUIT | 4K ...

[itsabouttimex2]

Not a request, just blabbering about the “not the beloved au” because. God. Poor MK. Obviously, y/n is the one suffering the most from the dynamic, but MK’s development is being stunted by the way the two kings are raising him. Never being told no, having everything and everyone live their life to accommodate around him- sure he’s still a toddler, they’re going to be stupid, but he’s resorting to hurting himself when he doesn’t get what he wants (ie Y/N, a whole person!) that is very troubling behavior.

I’d hate to see how he’d be grown up- he’d definitely still be a hero- he IS a good kid, he’d want to help people- but what happens if he’s not able to beat someone in a fight immediately or he’s outmatched? How much of him fighting would just make things worse because he’s used to the world bending over backwards to make him happy?

Poor kid.

Not The Beloved

Anon, I'm so glad you brought this up, because on surface level, NTB!MK is a little entitled menace. But when you take a moment to scratch past that unfortunate facade, then... well, yeah. He is a victim all in his own right, hard as it may be to see from a certain viewpoint. The only world MK knows is his own family and their home- his two dads, Y/N, the Flower Fruit Mountain monkeys, and the mountain itself.

The end. No school. No friends. Nothing.

And that's just the way his dads like it! Sun Wukong likes that his kiddo is isolated, stunted, socially awkward and somewhat entitled! That just makes him easier to spoil! Easier to love! And Macaque, too! If he helps to custom-cater a world that his beloved baby boy can't survive outside of? Then MK can't leave, and thus can never escape his love and care!

Which is exactly why MK needs the reader.

In spite of being everything that the little kid is not, Y/N's startling normality is the only grounding factor that MK has to let him know that something is wrong. Because Y/N didn't have the upbringing that their little brother had, they have a legitimate claim to being the least mentally-skewed of the family, which is, unsurprisingly, one hell of a boon.

Like, MK has it great... at first. Never Having to do chores or make your own food, and having your overbearing daddies brush your teeth and tie your shoes for you is awesome when you're four, but sucks ass when you're twelve and can barely function outside your role as a spoiled prince-

But! There's still Y/N!

Frustrated, jealous, and angry Y/N. Y/N, who seethes and huffs and kicks their feet and grits their teeth and punches their pillow into pulpy fluff, who curses under their breath and has to burn all the letters they write about how much they despise their family. Y/N who was only spared punishment after the scraps of those letters were found because MK cried and begged for his daddies to forgive his older sibling because-

Because Y/N, in spite of their jealously and anger, will still roll up both sleeves, sit down, and teach their little brother how to tie his shoes, how to roll up a tube of toothpaste to squeeze the last bit out, how to boil water and brown meat.

There's this normalcy to being hated by someone that anchors MK to reality, even though he's a little too young and naive to really put his grateful feelings into words, so instead it all manifests as "Y/N is my favorite person ever and ever!" that Wukong and Macaque don't like (because they are both horribly jealous) but will force Y/N to reciprocate.

And even when his beloved older sibling bullies their parents into coughing up the necessary resources in order to head off to college, MK keeps in touch with the phones he begs both his fathers to buy, and manages to maneuver them both into two strict "buts".

Specifically, "You can go off to college, but you have to keep in touch with us and MK." and "We'll foot the bill, but you have to come back and stay here during the weekends."

Which is... enough. Enough of a thread cut loose that Y/N slips free to experience at least a mildly normal life pursuing their desired field with some actual space to grow and heal and establish normal relationships outside of their toxic family.

(Even though they're definitely becoming the mom/dad friend.)

Then there's the matter of "How good of a hero will MK be without his good-natured upbringing, courtesy of Pigsy and Tang?" that you brought up, and the answer to that question is: "Don't worry about it, because MK doesn't get to be a hero."

After all, why would his dads risk losing their miracle baby?

So it isn't even "Would MK ditch a fight or otherwise give up on it when he struggles?", it's "Can Y/N bare-knuckle Red Son's cute face into pulp with only their long suppressed rage as fuel?" because MK isn't the hero of NTB- Y/N is.

And they don't ever intend on losing the new life they fought to find.

[trolloled]

=> That's the third place you've tried so far. At least they weren't laughing you out of the stores, but nobody was being particularly helpful.

=> Not that you're surprised. Not many people are open to doing major custom orders for firearms. Standardized items are much cheaper to make and easier to sell without clogging up production lines.

=> That didn't make this any more enjoyable. You sigh, ambling down the street with your robotic copy in tow. It ensured people gave you a wide berth in the streets at least, even if it was barely more intelligent than a brick currently. It was going to be some time before the NTP upgrade would be finished.

"Wha╪ happened ╪o crea╪ivi╪y? Los╪ in ╪he pursui╪ of profi╪."

"Or /\/\aybe ╪hey ╪hink I'/\/\ a da/\/\n cop ╪rying ╪o bus╪ ╪he/\/\ for ou╪-of-license /\/\anufac╪uring."

=> The robot at your side does not respond to you whatsoever, not that you expected it to. You huff, stopping in front of the next store as you glance to a notepad in your hand.

=> You squint. This one wasn't on your list you had hastily pulled from the internet- you weren't even fully sure where you were right now, having had to take several awkward bus rides to check so many places. Whatever.

=> You open the door with a moderate amount of effort, tell the robot to hold it, then walk in.

"Alrigh╪, wha╪ ╪he hell is ╪his place?"

"And le╪ go of ╪he door, Alpha."

=> The robot lets go of the door, letting it shut in its face. You clench your teeth.

"Gen╪ly open ╪he door. En╪er ╪he building. Close ╪he door gen╪ly."

=> You look away as the robot overly cautiously begins to open the door, moving as slowly as possible. Stupid god damn brick.

[scentofpines]

Why does the concept of the "homewrecker" even exist? It's so stupid. Is it weird when a woman persistently pursuis a man who is married and/or has a family? Sure, it is. But it's HE who decides to cheat on his wife. It doesn't matter how aggressively a woman flirts, it is the HUSBAND who DECIDES to cheat. It's HIS fucking decision. Other women are not responsible for your husband staying with you wtf. Women shouldn't be taking part in the portrayal of men as helpless little creatures who just CANNOT refuse when an attractive woman is pushy. As though they don't have the option of just saying "no thanky you". Women. Are. Not. Responsible. For. Men. Cheating.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

IOU. - OC Story

pairing: OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x MootOC!Valkyrie (platonic) extra: Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x Simon "Ghost" Riley words: 1.6k~ cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, torture and bodily harm (descriptive!), kidnapping, forced starvation, injuries, blood, use of weapons, thoughts of death/dying.

June 4th, 2021. Beirut, Lebanon 1156 hours.

"Valkyrie."

"Watcher."

"Where are you?"

"Currently getting falafel in a nice little food stand."

"So you're free?"

"Depending on the price, I might be."

"No government funds this time, Val."

"So you're paying for this out of pocket? How generous of you."

"Wiring you 25 now."

"Copy that. It just came in. Where's the target?"

"That's what I need you to figure out. One of my assets went dark in Turkmenistan."

"When do I leave?"

"Now."

"...Can I finish my lunch first?"

June 4th, 2021. Ashgabat, Turkmenistan. 2147 hours.

Val crouches down on the tiled rooftop, still warm from the sun that had shined down on it for nearly 16 hours straight during the day, their flashlight illuminating the path that indicated a scuffle, more than a few broken tiles, a few of them displaying bullet holes.

In their ear, an earpiece relayed the audio file that Laswell had sent, a voice they recognized very well coming through. The last comm Whiskey was able to send in before they went dark.

"WATCHER, COPY GODDAMN IT!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST... THIS IS WHISKEY IN THE BLIND, IF ANYONE COPIES, PLEASE RESPOND."

She was out of breath, her voice uneven and loud, a clear sign that she was not just on the run, but definitely being shot at, if the loud bangs between the static of the lack of commands was any indication.

"MY LOCATION HAS BEEN COMPROMISED... ATTEMPTING EXFIL ON FOOT... CURRENTLY BEING PURSUIED... ENGAGING HOSTILES."

"SOUTHEAST BOUND... OUTNUMBERED... AND UNARMED... NEED NEAREST SAFEHOUSE LOCATION."

Valkyrie could hear the panic in the American's voice with each word she said. Val could almost picture it, each step she took, each rustle of clothes, each jump and vault she performed over the rooftops trying to make it across, as she was chased.

Restarting the audio, they started following the steps they assumed Whiskey took, through the broken tiles and gunshot holes, parkouring and vaulting walls and roofs, southeast bound, just like the American likely would've...

And the audio finished just at the same time as Val spotted it.

"AHHHHHHHHH! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!"

A large bloodstain on the tile beneath their feet, an attempt at dragging herself away, before being caught, and lifted, the blood splattering as someone carried her off.

Looking around, Val's eyes fixed on the street across the building, both their hands coming to rest on their hips. "Now what?" They murmured under their breath.

June 8th, 2021. Darvaza, Turkmenistan. 0303 hours.

She didn't know how long it had been.

The only sign that time was going by was whenever she'd pass out from exhaustion and dehydration, only to wake up again with a bucket of water being poured atop her, or a cheek-bruising slap being delivered to her face.

It had been a while since she found herself in this situation... and it might have been the delirium setting in, but she couldn't help but feel that she was rusty.

She used to be able to withstand torture sessions much more easily. If they could catch her, that is. She used to see enemies coming much easier than she did this time.

Hell, had Simon really softened her up so much? Or was she just getting old?

Not to say she had gotten weak, or stupid. She hadn't. She had followed procedure and kept her mouth shut. She had told them little else than her full name, her service number and her birthday.

Anything else they wanted? They might as well kill her because she wouldn't speak.

But she had to admit that it was getting to her. She didn't know when it started becoming too much, but it had.

Maybe it was how stuffy and hot the bunker was, in the middle of the stupid desert, God how she hated the summer and the heat...

Maybe it was the waterboarding.

Maybe it was the nail pulling.

Maybe the finger breaking.

Maybe the punches to the stomach until she was puking.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep.

Maybe the barely sutured GSW to the upper right thigh, which, sure they had sewn up, to keep her alive for long enough to interrogate, but that was just about where their hospitality ended, because they didn't provide any pain killers and left it to fester, still in her bloody clothes.

Maybe it was the sensory nightmare that was the sweat slicking her skin, and, oh, how soaked her compression leggings were, sticking to the sensitive skin on her legs.

Maybe it was when they hung her upside down for long, endless minutes, hoping the blood rushing down to her head, coupled with the lack of food, with create a cocktail of dizziness that would make her talk.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was when they tossed her on the back of a jeep and drove her out to the dunes in the desert and left her out there for what must have been multiple hours, under the scorching sun, feeling the sand burn against her face, her mouth gagged with cloth and hogtied like a pig, only to come collect her after a few hours, when she already had blisters of a nasty sunburn forming on the back of her neck, lower back and hands, after she had succeeded in rolling herself onto her stomach to protect her face and neck.

She barely registered the sound of gunshots outside the room, barely awake and shivering, running the nastiest fever of her fucking life, her head hanging low as she was tied to a chair in a room that might as well have been a furnace, baking under the hot sun and sand for the whole day.

The moment the lock is opened, Whiskey raised her head, her hair hanging over her eyes, her eyes squinting, trying to make out the shape at the door, but her eyes were too hazy and her head was throbbing.

"Back for more?" She used the last of her strength to taunt her kidnappers, like she had been for the entire time of her captivity.

She might have been worn down and at the end of her rope, but she'd go down her way... By being an absolute cunt until they put a bullet in her head to end her once and for all.

And when they disposed of her body somewhere in the desert, it wouldn't take long for them to be buried beside her. She knew Simon would make sure of it.

Simon... God, she missed him. What a terrible fucking start to their marriage. She was pretty sure this was not what a honeymoon in the desert is meant to look like.

"Holy shit, you look like crap." Was not the answer she expected, followed by the ropes binding her to the chair to be loosened.

Val knelt by Whiskey's feet, looking up at the brunette with knitted brows and compassionate brown eyes. "You alright?"

Valkyrie. Huh... Seemed like Laswell actually sent someone. Whiskey was starting to wonder if she'd just be considered a loss and left to rot here.

"Took your sweet time..." Whiskey croaked out, causing Val to chuckle and shake their head, their hands quickly undoing the restraints that kept her feet bound to the chair.

"Yeah, well, had to stop and sightsee a little bit, do all the touristy things... You know how it is." Valkyrie replied as they shifted their weight around and helped comb the hair off Whiskey's face. "Can you walk?"

Whiskey gulped a bit, dryly, and nodded, though, really, it was anyone's guess if she really had enough strength to make it from the chair to the door, let alone outside or to town or... god knows where they were.

Using her bloodied hands, she pushed herself up to her feet, wobbling violently from a mix of being light-headed and having been shot in the leg days ago, which caused Val's gloved hands to shoot forward to help stabilize her.

Whiskey knew better than to bat them off, especially now, when she knew she needed help. So, she wrapped an arm around Val's shoulders, and shifted her weight around on her leg.

"Thought you said you could walk?" Valkyrie teased a bit, causing Whiskey to groan and shoot them a look of pure rage.

"Shut..." The American grunted. "Just get me out of here..."

"Alright... Alright... Jeez, tough crowd." Val quipped as they began helping Whiskey out of the room and down the corridor. "You know, whatever you get paid for this, I hope you know it isn't enough to warrant going through torture..."

"Shut up and walk... or so help me God..." Whiskey grumbled.

June 8th, 2021. Tidworth, England. 1218 hours.

Val watched how the door to the helo was slid open, a couple of doctors and medics on the other side, already scrambling to help transfer Whiskey to a wheelchair, to take her in for further examination.

The doctors over at Izmir Air Station in Turkey, to which Val had taken Whiskey per Laswell's orders, had done little else than stabilize her and get her hydrated, fed and on medication, before transport was arranged back to England.

But they worried, of course they did. She was in a sorry fucking state... Even if she was alive and doing better than when Val first found her.

"Wait." She groaned at the doctors and raised her head to look at Val, beckoning them closer. "C'mere."

Val approached, only to have Whiskey's hand reach out to bring them close, allowing the American to whisper in their ear.

At first, they didn't know what was being said to them, just a string of nonsensical numbers that seemed to have no rhyme or reason...

Only for, as she pulled away, Whiskey to add:

"I owe you. Call me if you need anything."

for @superhero-landing because our OCs are basically ebsties from this point forth.

[horoscope1078]

Lando 😄

Sun in Scorpio, Lando’s core personality is intense and passionate. Scorpios are known for their depth and determination, so he likely approaches life with a fierce intensity. He might be a bit secretive and has a strong drive to uncover truths, which can make him quite perceptive and strategic.

Moon in Capricorn, emotionally, Lando is practical and grounded. He tends to be serious and responsible, often focusing on his goals and ambitions. He might not show his feelings easily but has a strong sense of duty and stability, especially in his relationships and career.

Mercury in Scorpio, Lando’s thinking and communication style are deep and insightful. With Mercury retrograde here, he may sometimes struggle to express his thoughts clearly or might reflect on his ideas more than usual. He’s likely to be curious and probing, often wanting to get to the bottom of things.

Venus in Libra, in love and relationships, Lando values harmony and balance. He’s likely charming and diplomatic, preferring partnerships that are aesthetically pleasing and harmonious. He enjoys social interactions and might have a flair for the arts.

Mars in Capricorn, this placement gives him incredible drive and ambition. Lando is likely very disciplined, channelling his energy into achieving his goals. He’s not one to shy away from hard work, and this placement often indicates a strong desire for success in his career.

Jupiter in Aries, Lando’s growth comes from taking risks and being adventurous. With this retrograde placement, he may sometimes hold back on pursuing new experiences but has a natural inclination to explore and assert himself. He likely has a pioneering spirit and is not afraid to stand out.

Saturn in Taurus, this suggests a focus on building stability and security in his life. He might have lessons to learn around material resources and self-worth. The retrograde motion could indicate that he reflects on these themes more internally rather than outwardly expressing them.

Uranus in Aquarius, Lando is likely innovative and forward-thinking. He might have a unique approach to life and can be quite unconventional. This placement encourages him to embrace change and think outside the box, especially in his professional endeavours.

Neptune in Aquarius, this placement enhances his creativity and idealism. Lando may be drawn to humanitarian causes or have dreams of making a positive impact. He likely has a strong intuition and may sometimes feel misunderstood due to his unique perspective.

Pluto in Sagittarius, this suggests a transformative approach to beliefs and philosophies. Lando might have a deep interest in exploring different cultures and ideas, leading to personal growth through these experiences.

Node in Leo, Lando’s life path is about embracing creativity, self-expression, and leadership. He’s meant to shine in his pursuits, but the retrograde aspect might indicate some hesitance in stepping into the spotlight or fully embracing his talents.

Lilith in Sagittarius, this placement suggests a rebellious streak, especially regarding beliefs and freedom. Lando might have strong views that challenge the status quo, leading him to seek independence and truth in his life.

Chiron in Sagittarius, Lando may have wounds related to beliefs or a sense of belonging. His healing journey likely involves embracing adventure and exploring different philosophies or cultures.

Lando is a dynamic and creative individual with a strong sense of independence and a clear drive to achieve his goals. He has a natural ability to stay emotionally balanced and confident, easily expressing himself, especially in artistic or performance-related settings. His adventurous spirit and constant push for personal growth fuel his ambitions, though he sometimes finds himself at odds with authority or feeling restless when things don’t align with his ideals. He has an inspiring presence, but his challenges often stem from being a bit too idealistic or reckless in his pursuits. Deep down, he’s driven by a desire to stand out, transform himself, and leave a lasting impact; both in his personal life and in the world around him.

He’s curious, energetic, and social, though sometimes he can be a bit clumsy in interactions. He has a strong intuition and is drawn to beauty and art, with a charming, affectionate vibe that helps him achieve his goals. While he believes in his ability to succeed, he can sometimes struggle with pessimism or feel burdened by responsibilities. Lando also feels a constant pull between wanting independence and dealing with life’s challenges, which can make him feel conflicted at times. Ultimately, his journey is about overcoming obstacles and embracing his true power, which leads him to his life’s purpose.

He’s highly intuitive, artistic, and sensitive, with a deep interest in the spiritual or transcendent side of life. While he can be charming and friendly, he may struggle with social interactions at times, coming off as a bit clumsy. He’s highly intelligent and able to analyse emotional issues clearly, though he may also escape into fantasy when life gets tough. At work, he’s full of energy and fighting spirit, but his impatience and occasional aggression could lead to conflicts. Lando often feels torn between his need for freedom and the practical demands of life, which can make his path unclear and his goals seem elusive. He may struggle with maintaining focus and direction, especially when his dreams or ideals pull him in different ways.

[thatboreddrake]

Something that I was thinking about today. I see people all the time talking about how culture glorifies suffering. As though there is something noble about feeling pain. Like torment could bring about salvation.

"You've been so strong." Of course they have been; it was either that or die.

It is a tragedy when a person suffers, feels pain, or struggles. Pain should neither be sought, nor glorified.

However.

We must take care that we do not diminish the tough decisions people make in the face of pain. Let me explain:

It is not noble for a person to experience pain or to suffer. It is a tragedy, and they should never have to experience that. In those situations, we ought to do our best to bear their burdens alongside them, so much as they will allow it.

And this gets more to the crux of what I mean. To inflict pain and suffering upon oneself is not noble, nor does it bring any measure of atonement. What is noble is to give of yourself to bring some measure of relief to another who is in pain.

Pain is not something to aspire towards, but the attitude of one who is willing to bear pain for the sake of another is.

I think of Talenelat. It is a tragedy that the Heralds left him to bear the pain of Damnation alone. But it is heroic that, knowing that relief from his pain would bring untold death and destruction, his resolve never faltered. He bore the pain so that others would not have to.

I think of Emiya Shirou. It is a tragedy that he spent his life believing that he had no value outside of what he could do for others. But it is heroic that, looking to the future and seeing the pain he would have to bear to save the world, he still chose to walk that path. He took untold suffering upon himself, so that countless lives might be spared.

I think of Vyke, the Dragonspear. It is a tragedy that his god left him a broken world, devoid of hope or light. It was a tragedy for him to bear the knowledge that someone would have to burn for the world to be renewed. But it is heroic that, with this knowledge, he elected that he would be the one to burn. Him and no other. And when the Frenzy threatened to consume him, his final act of lucidity was to seal himself away, where he could not harm the world he sought to save.

I think of the Salamanders. In a world full of tragedy and pain, they choose to sacrifice their own lives to spare the lives of ordinary citizens. Though any objective metric would count the lives of the Emperor's Angels as far more valuable, nonetheless they never lose sight of the fact that they fight to preserve the lives of the common man.

I think most of all of Jesus Christ. I think of how He knelt in the Garden of Gethsemane sweating blood, for so great was His pain. How He cried out to the Father, begging for there to be another way to accomplish the salvation of humanity. And yet, knowing that this was His purpose, He stood and went to His death. An innocent man: beaten, flogged, and hung upon a cross, all so that He could bear the sins of the world.

No, it is not noble or holy to seek out pain and suffering. Denial of self does not bring atonement, as the Puritans believed. The suffering of one burned at the stake does not bring salvation, as the Inquisition taught. Suffering for the sake of suffering does nothing but bring yet more darkness into an already dark world.

But to sacrifice for the sake of others? To gladly give of oneself to allow your fellow human a moment of respite? This is noble. This is strength. This is the Will of God.

Yet often, this does not take so dramatic a form. One may dream of laying down one's life to protect another, but how often does life proffer such opportunities? No, the love of sacrificing for others often takes simpler forms: a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, a meal for the hungry, a helping hand.

It is in these things that we prove our love to each other, but one must not confuse my meaning: just as suffering is not itself noble, neither is it noble to refuse help in the pursuit of helping others more.

Do not deny your fellow the opportunity to love you in the way that you have loved them. We bear each other's burdens, confident that one day, when we have not the strength to carry on, others will be there to help bear our burdens.

And if I sound melodramatic, comparing such simple acts of kindness to great sacrifices of fiction and religion, know only that I speak from my heart. I bring before you these examples because they are the examples which inspire me. My Savior gave His life, His blood, His all for my salvation, nay, the salvation of the world. How else can I show my gratitude, but by sharing that same love with others?

Suffering is not noble, but when we partake in the noble purpose of sharing each other's pain, then together we can carry far more than we ever could have apart.

So if you take away nothing else, know this: God loves you, I love you, and I am here for you if you need me.

[mariacallous]

Each year, hundreds of people move from Western countries to Russia, braving the country’s notorious bureaucracy and harsh winters in pursuit of the “traditional values” they believe their home countries are losing. The independent Russian outlet People of Baikal recently told the story of the Hare family, who left the U.S. for Russia only to find themselves without money or a clear way to make a living — but remain determined not to return home. Meduza shares a lightly abridged translation of the outlet’s reporting.

[dc-and-arfrona]

Flirty

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Kid Flash x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 800+

Masterlist

Summary: His flirting flusters a shy reader.

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Wally West, the charming and quick-witted speedster known as Kid Flash, had a reputation for his endless energy and playful banter. And when he encountered a shy and reserved reader, he saw it as an opportunity to bring a touch of light-heartedness into their life.

With a mischievous glint in his vibrant green eyes, Wally approached you, his smile captivating and his charm radiating like a warm breeze. He couldn't help but be drawn to your quiet nature, sensing a hidden depth within you that he was determined to unravel.

"Hey there, beautiful," Wally greeted, his voice laced with an undeniable magnetism. "What's your name? Or should I just call you 'gorgeous'?"

Your cheeks flushed, and you shyly glanced down at the ground. Wally's flirtatious nature was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and it both intrigued and intimidated you.

"Um, h-hi," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "M-my name is Y/N."

Wally's grin widened, his playful demeanor undeterred by your shyness. "Y/N, huh? Well, I've gotta say, I've never met anyone as stunning as you. Mind if I take a wild guess and say you're a superhero too, because you've got superpowers—I'm absolutely powerless around you!"

A soft giggle escaped your lips, a rare moment of amusement in the face of Wally's relentless flirting. His charm was infectious, melting away some of the anxiety that typically shrouded your interactions with others.

"I'm not a superhero," you replied, your voice gaining a touch of confidence. "Just an ordinary person trying to find my way."

Wally's eyes sparkled with a mixture of sincerity and mischief. "Well, Y/N, let me be the first to tell you that you're anything but ordinary. You've got a special kind of magic that captivates everyone around you."

As Wally continued his relentless flirting, a sense of warmth and acceptance washed over you. He had a way of making you feel seen and appreciated, his playful words acting as a shield against your shyness.

In the days that followed, Wally's relentless pursuit of your attention became a delightful game—a dance between his flirty remarks and your shy yet growing confidence. He pushed your boundaries, encouraging you to step out of your comfort zone and embrace the moments of lightheartedness he offered.

With each flirtatious comment, Wally chipped away at the walls you had built around yourself, revealing the vibrant and enchanting person beneath. His relentless pursuit became a source of joy and excitement, an adventure that allowed you to explore the depths of your own emotions.

And as you succumbed to Wally's charms, you discovered that behind his playful façade lay a genuine affection—a growing connection that extended beyond mere words. Together, you embarked on a journey of self-discovery and love, where Wally's relentless flirting became a bridge that led you to embrace your own unique magic.

In the realm of flirty banter and unexpected connections, Wally West and you would create a story of vulnerability, growth, and an unstoppable bond—a tale that would stand the test of time, fueled by the undeniable chemistry between the speedster and the shy reader.

As Wally's relentless flirting continued, a delightful dance of playful banter and shy responses unfolded between the two of you. You found yourself growing more comfortable in his presence, gradually shedding your shyness and allowing your true self to shine.

Wally, recognizing the positive impact he had on you, became even more determined to bring joy and laughter into your life. He planned surprise outings, whisking you away to amusement parks, picnics in the park, and spontaneous adventures that had your heart racing with excitement.

With every shared moment, your connection with Wally deepened. You discovered common interests, shared dreams, and a mutual understanding that transcended words. Wally's relentless pursuit had unveiled the vibrant, confident person you had always hidden within, and he celebrated every step of your personal growth.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Wally's flirting evolved from mere teasing to sincere admiration. He confessed his genuine affection, his playful words transforming into heartfelt declarations of love. And in those moments, you realized that his relentless pursuit had been driven by something deeper than mere flirtation—it had been an act of genuine devotion and a desire to show you just how much you meant to him.

Together, you became an unstoppable team, supporting each other through the ups and downs of life. Wally's infectious energy and unwavering support bolstered your confidence, while your quiet strength and understanding grounded him. In each other, you found solace, laughter, and an unwavering love that brought light to even the darkest of days.

And so, the story of Wally West and the once-shy reader continued—an extraordinary journey of love and growth. Through Wally's relentless pursuit, you had blossomed into a vibrant, confident individual, unafraid to embrace the joy and passion that life had to offer.

Together, you would defy the odds, face new adventures, and create a love story that would be remembered for generations to come. In the realm of relentless flirting and undeniable connection, Wally and you wrote a tale of love, laughter, and the transformative power of embracing one's true self.

[tammyfeabakker]

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[dragonflette]

NEW YEAR! NEW ME!

-I'm going to lose all my kg as fast as possible

-I'm going to have good grades

-I'm going to be happy

-I'm going to keep pursuiing my passions

-I'm going to be the chicest coquest girl on earth

update 18/01 : New year, new me i can't be alone anymore

[nadiegesabate1990]

the massacre

The story does not tell in detail how the systematic extermination of the Indians took place. I am of Indian descent and have Indian blood. I've only seen and heard some Indians in video game movies like Pocahontas and my favorite game Turok.

But society raises us like cows to graze. The cow is eating grass by the roots and in a few years it is dead.

But she falls into the trap of processed foods and drugs. And the idiots who control us or try to control us are the rich people in society. So how did Europeans exterminate the Indians?

Ah, first they brought us diseases, and then alcohol and drugs.

Man, this thing here becomes poison in your body if you don't know how to use it. I used it until it burst. But when I see society I think of a big pasture, what is happening here? And some idiot says: they are ignoring you because you are poor and in your country the conflicts are racial, religious and political.

Yes, I think you're right. A game that marked my childhood was Sunset Riders. I wanted to be a cowboy. And then there's the Power Rangers game, I love the background music….. The actor is some kind of Indian. But I'm the red ranger.

At the time of the colonizers, there was too much land for too few Indians, so it was very easy to invade Indian lands. The lands located in North America and South America had become pioneer areas for the occupation and settlement of foreign immigrants. But what then?

I read something like that in history books, I think it was to continue European expansion and I only know these things from watching western films.

In my region, however, it was inhabited by Indians, we were never hostile to the colonizer. On the contrary, they were good and shared the land, and there was a little left for everyone. But when they mixed the Bible with politics, a very bad and dangerous thing happened. And they converted to Christianity, they became soldiers, they became traitors.

Other idiots start saying; you are an atheist. That's why I'm going to write it here in a few words; For these people God is money. Yes, this is a traitor of the most adjective type. And don't forget to count the attendance of the faithful at church.

When I saw the movie Pocahontas, the Indians were good hunters, they used large bows, they wove vegetable fibers, they produced baskets and baskets. The diet was corn-based. And there really was no money in indigenous society, and everything they produced they shared with their people.

I'm half Indian and the only thing I have left is the pleasure of shaving my hair. I like to leave it just on top of the head, in a circle, forming a crown. I saw some films where European priests left their hair like that and soldiers in the Second World War also shaved their hair.

And I think we have something in common. That's why Americans are called Yankees. With that mohawk cut hair. But we have 'hostility' causing enormous difficulties for the first immigrants who settled in the region.

Many were fatal victims of attacks by the Indians (the Indians who did not like the whites) and who began to use knives, axes and even firearms taken from the camps they plundered. The racist whites against the Indians were no less violent, they occupied the territory, spread diseases on purpose, and we have armed persecution, the traitorous Indians "the mercenaries" hired to "hunt other Indians".

We have another movie; Once upon a time in the West, the conflict reached its peak when construction of the railroad began, connecting the big city to the interior, on the border of that country. At the end of the film, the railway crosses Indian territory, the troops of workers are no longer Indians, but black Africans hired to "clean the land" and expel the Indians.

I'm in a similar situation. The attacks usually occur in the early hours of the morning, when the family is sleeping. What's up? I don't know, I think they're traitors. Cheating on a partner? And is that all? Yes! They make sudden turns to escape pursuit or to avoid being raped.

Then, afraid of anyone who looks like them, even "lookalikes" from other neighboring cities who are being persecuted.

The city is being decimated.

But I am very afraid that the food could be poisoned to reach the survivors. Sometimes I even react with violence against these Nazi workers. These idiots who exploit the workers' efforts.

In fact, they are preventing me from working and earning my money. The idiots from other neighboring cities who want to steal jobs.

There will come a time when there will be a direct confrontation between me and the idiots.

But in previous years, my region experienced a climate of civil war, in which a large part of the population was directly or indirectly involved.

This year, the attacks increased and, in an ambush, 30 idiot employees from a certain supermarket tried to expel me from the store, and the last one in another supermarket with more than 100 people, close to my city.

The scale of the violence has repercussions throughout the country and the police are trying to request the deployment of troops to guarantee security.

At an international level, I am trying to denounce the "massacre". To face criticism, the President does not give us any protection. We cannot use firearms.

At the beginning of 2018, I saw an army battalion arrive in my city to stop white activity and avoid new clashes.

Hardly, the cynical delegate and the pastor priest made their first contact by 'making friends' with the idiots. And peace?

The population is increasing and with outbreaks of flu illnesses, I at least have relatives living in the three small villages demarcated near the city.