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[agra-miv]

Lesbian Sarada is my favorite hc

[evanescentsun]

chouchou and sarada doodles <3

[unubinary]

Sarah smiles is such a Leo Song

[doyoulikethisanimeship]

Akimichi Chouchou/Uchiha Sarada (Boruto)

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[ericac318]

There Is No Fate

Summary:

Before Grace was sent back to protect Dani, another augment named Lace was sent from the future to help Carl ‘the T-800’ with his upcoming mission. Carl x OC

A/N: You can read the full fanfic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46637083/chapters/117451099

Chapter 1

The Year 2039

Dani walked into the current base of the resistance she’d built and walked through until she located Lace, one of their augmented.

“Lace,” Dani called out to gain the girl’s attention, “I have a mission for you. Are you ready?”

Lace turned at the sound of her commander’s voice and responded, “Yes, what do you need me to do?”

She stood immediately, ready for action.

Dani replied with a salute before she spoke, “The job I have for you is different than anything you’ve trained for but it’s very important to our success,” she began, “I need to send you back in time so you can aide a Terminator from a previous future,” Dani paused to allow her words to sink into Lace’s mind.

Lace was a soldier and never questioned her missions, no matter how different from her training they may sound, “How can I be of service to this Terminator and, in turn, you?” she asked, simply.

“This Terminator has been in the past for almost twenty years,” Dani explained, “He goes by a name now, Carl. He has already started sending warnings to Sarah Connor but his role will be larger than that and I need you to ensure he will be ready for the fight.”

Lace nodded, “I understand. When will you be sending me back?”

Dani gestured for Lace to follow, “Right now,” she replied, “I know it’s sudden but we have learned that there is a plan in motion to send a Terminator back to kill me. It hasn’t happened yet but we need to be prepared for when it does.”

Lace followed Dani to the control room within their base and stripped off her clothes before waiting to be transported back to the past somewhere in Laredo, TX.

The world around Lace disappeared and was replaced by a large blue orb. When her vision was clear, once more, she found herself in the woods and out of breath completely unable to catch it. She was nearly hyperventilating.

She looked up, still gasping for air, and saw a man standing above her. She tried to inhale one deep breath as she hoped this was the Terminator she’d been sent to help and not someone, or something, she’d have to fight. Lace knew she wasn’t ready, or strong enough, for a battle.

“Who sent you here?” the man asked, his voice thick with an accent.

Lace did her best to gather herself to be able to answer his question, “My name is Lace and I was sent back from the future to help you protect Sarah Connor and Dani, who sent me here,” she responded, answering his question honestly. She followed up with her own query, “Are you, Carl?”

She could tell he was guarded but he seemed to drop his defenses with her for some reason.

“Yes,” he answered, “Why do I need your help? What type of model are you?” Carl asked his own questions, trying to decide if he could truly trust her or not.

Lace shook her head, “I’m not a model of any kind,” she answered while not sure how much information she was supposed to give him, “I don’t know why you’ll need my help, yet. I just followed orders, as I always have.”

He gave a simple nod as he reached out his hand to help her up. “Is there anything you can tell me about why you’re here and who sent you?” he asked before adding, “If you were told to find me and that I’m someone you can trust, then you must be able to share some details with me.”

“Someday the machines created by Legion are going to attack us all,” Lace began, “Someone rose up to begin the resistance and I’m here to ensure you help make sure that happens again. I’m human,” she explained, “I’ve just been augmented to be faster and stronger against the Terminators, which I know you are.” She tried to watch his face as he took in her words but she knew it was useless.

“The human race is truly doomed to destroy itself,” Carl replied as he began to walk back in the direction he’d come from. He turned to see Lace still standing in place and asked, “Are you coming?”

[lightthereis]

by Sarachment

[jahsarach]

ต่อจากคืนนี้ (ฉันจะไม่มีเธอแล้ว)  Artist : @new.newery  . End credits Producer : Sarach Dumrugs [ME] Director : Ratchaneewan Daengprasoet, Copter Faraday  Director of Photography : Wongsakon Wongchan Assistant Director : Peerawat Pujchatum Starring : Pornthiphat Lertwuthanon, Parinya Surakitpiboon Gaffer : Tawan kuenun , Tiwakorn jainakdee  Art Director /Make-up Artist : Thanaporn Woraphattharathanachot Costume Designer /Make up Artist : Jidapa Kongkumpai Prop master / Art Crew : Patchara Sakpum , Kunasin Chaikwan , Thanapa Namatsakan , Sudarat Konkaew  Art Runner : Darunphob Phonwar , Namfon rattanakun , Pakwan Srilapan  Runner : Supaporn Wongphatcharapon Digital Imaging Technician : Pakorn Sawangwaroros , Yossakorn Boonkaew Editor : Wattana Supon  Colorist : Pakorn Sawangwaroros , Yossakorn Boonkaew  Catering : Thanathorn Pholkahan , Thanaporn Woraphattharathanachot

[goodgarbs]

Design| Sarah Carpenter & Studio Draw Influence from Japan for Postcard Bakery NYC Shop

The West Village of New York City is now home to a quaint bakery developed by the same team behind Nami Nori and received a facelift from renowned NY-based Sarach Carpenter & Studio. Dubbed the Postcard Bakery, the 300 square foot petite bakery draws design inspiration from the whimsical elegance of Japanese postcards. The studio deliberated over the aesthetic and how to connect the delectable…

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Soi kèo, nhận định Thái Lan vs Turkmenistan, 17h30 ngày 27/05/

Soi kèo, nhận định Thái Lan vs Turkmenistan, 17h30 ngày 27/05/

Trận giao hữu giữa Thái Lan vs Turkmenistan là một trận đấu giao hữu khá cân bằng. Dù Thái Lan đang là đội được đánh giá cao hơn, nhưng Turkmenistan cũng là một đội tuyển sở hữu lối chơi vô cùng khó chịu.

Soi kèo Thái Lan vs Turkmenistan

Soi kèo, nhận định Liverpool vs Real Madrid, 02h00 ngày 29/05/2022

Soi kèo, nhận định Boca Juniors vs Deportivol Cali, 07h00 ngày 27/05/2022

Soi kèo, nhận định Malaysia vs Myanmar, 17h30 ngày 27/05/2022

Hiện tại Thái Lan đang có cho mình vị trí thứ 111 trên bảng xếp hạng bóng đá FIFA. Trong khi đó đối thủ của họ ở kèo đấu này là Turkmenistan đang xếp thứ 134 trên bảng xếp hạng FIFA.

 Trong 5 trận đấu gần nhất của mình, Thái Lan có được 3 trận thắng và 2 trận hòa. Trận đấu mới nhất, Thái Lan dành được chiến thắng với tỷ số 1-0 trước Suriname. Bàn thắng duy nhất của trận đấu tới từ pha lập công của Bordin Phala ở phút thứ 27. 

Soi kèo Thái Lan vs Turkmenistan

Trong khi đó, Turkmenistan trong 3 trận đấu gần nhất của mình đã có được 2 chiến thắng và 1 trận thua. Ở lần ra sân mới nhất, Turkmenistan dành được thắng lợi với tỷ số 3-2 trước Lebanon. Các bàn thắng bên phía Turkmenistan được ghi do công của Babajanow ở phút thứ 59, Annaguliyev ở phút thứ 85 và Annadyrdyýew ở phú thứ 90.

Trong lịch sử, Thái Lan vs Turkmenistan chưa từng chạm trán nhau một lần nào. Cuộc đối đầu trên sân vận động Sri Nakhon Lamduan sắp tới sẽ là lần đầu tiên cả hai được so tài.

So sánh về sức mạnh đội hình giữa hai đội tuyển, Thái Lan đang có được độ tuổi trung bình đội hình 26.8, với nhiều cái tên đang ở trong độ chín của sự nghiệp. Một số cái tên đáng chú ý có thể kể đến như Sarachart, Phala, Bunmathan…

Thống kê trong 10 trận gần nhất của Thái Lan cũng khá nổi bật. Họ có được tỷ lệ kiểm soát bóng trung bình 60.3%, tung ra 6.2 cú sút trúng mỗi trận và có được 2 bàn thắng, trong khi nhận về trung bình 0.4 bàn thua.

Trong khi đó Turkmenistan có độ tuổi trung bình đội hình là 27.7, với không nhiều ngôi sao trong đội hình. Phải đá trên sân đối thủ mạnh hơn, khả năng chiến thắng của Turkmenistan đang là khá thấp.

Thống kê trong 10 trận gần nhất của Turkmenistan, họ có được tỷ lệ kiểm soát bóng trung bình 43.4%, tung ra 13.3 cú sút mỗi trận nhưng chỉ có được 1.1 bàn thắng, trong khi nhận về trung bình 3 bàn thua.

Trong kèo đấu này, chúng tôi đánh giá cửa thắng dành cho Thái Lan là rất cao bởi sự chênh lệch về đội hình giữa hai đội tuyển. Do đó lựa chọn đặt tiền vào người Thái chính là lời khuyên cho các anh em bóng thủ trong trận đấu giao hữu tới.

Nhận định kèo châu Á Thái Lan vs Turkmenistan: Thái Lan -0.5

Thái Lan là đội tuyển được đánh giá cao hơn trong kèo đấu sắp tới. Và với việc chỉ gặp đối thủ cách mình tới 23 bậc trên bảng xếp hạng, cơ hội chiến thắng cho đội chủ nhà đang là khá cao.

Lựa chọn Thái Lan trận này.

Soi kèo tài xỉu Thái Lan vs Turkmenistan: Chọn tài 2.5

Trong 3 trận gần nhất của mình, Thái Lan có được 5 bàn thắng. Trong khi đó Turkmenistan trong 3 trận gần nhất của mình có được 5 bàn thắng.

Lựa chọn tài bàn thắng trận này.

Dự đoán tỷ số: Thái Lan 3 – 1 Turkmenistan

Nhận định Thái Lan vs Turkmenistan

2/3 trận đã qua của Thái Lan trong hiệp 1 có ít nhất một bàn thắng được ghi.

2/3 trận đã qua của Turkmenistan trong hiệp 1 có ít nhất một bàn thắng được ghi.

Hai đội được hưởng trung bình 5-6 quả góc/trận.

Hai đội phải nhận trung bình 1-2 thẻ vàng/trận.

Đội hình xuất ph��t dự kiến hai đội:

Thái Lan: Chatchai, Tom Bihr, Therathoon, Sarach, Narubadin, Tristian Do, Thitiphan, Phitiwat, Adisak, Supachok, Dangda.

Turkmenistan: Mehdi Khalil; Kassem El Zein, Maher Sabra, Mour Mansour, Joan Oumari; Nader Matar, Mohamed Haidar, Basse Jradi, George Melki; Soony Saad, Hilal El-Helwe.

Nguồn: https://soikeoclub.net/soi-keo-nhan-dinh-thai-lan-vs-turkmenistan-17h30-ngay-27-05-2022/

[ofnotakook]

A scar that might kill me. 

It was a thought for Sarah; she felt like she’d been through the ringer. Her own family was willing to sacrifice her for their own benefits. Sarah once thought the world of her father; of the family. But now she knew the truth they only craved the wealth they’d stomp on anyone who dared to stand in their way. Sarah’s own brother tried to drown her, and now her father was the one who pulled the trigger. Obviously he was aiming for John B, but Sarah knew she’d always end up in the cross fire. 

Not that she cared, she’d rather die than live without him. The words she said that night; on the smaller boat, as John B fought for his life, to escape the death sentence. And I meant it; I loved John B and yeah we fought; we ended up screaming at each other. But i’d do anything to be with him, and now as I was fighting for my own life; I only hoped the pogues survived. Sarah was falling unconscious, she had felt her body shutting off. The last words she spoke were of love, an undenying world of love for him. But she felt the blood lost. She felt her wounds becoming fetel. And she heard the urgent, the eagerness in her man’s voice as she felt the vague packing of her wound. How long had it been? 

She had no idea, because she felt darkness overcome her. She felt like she was falling into limo. She barely felt John B and JJ as they wrapped her sim arms around their shoulders and held her up. Enough to look like Sarah was walking, but she was dragged towards the clinic, and she barely heard the exchange when the surgeon called the three up. And with each step, she felt a slight ache in her body. An ache she wanted to subside. But Sarach knew she had to fight; to live, to open her eyes again. She felt her frame fall to a bedding; as her head hung down as the surgeon whispered. “ It’ll be okay, fight.” And She fel the breathing tube come to her nose, she felt the bleeding that was exposed. The doctor mumbled a few words to her friends. “ Do you have the money? She may not live.” He uttered and I felt my body weak. My own shadow breathing as my eyes slowly woke, for a second to see the unfamiliar surroundings, the walls brown. The tubes connected to me, I was scared. But I couldn’t move before my eyes went shut all over again. 

The doctor took the money and he soon took a tool; to save me, if it did any good, because right now I felt like I was on the brink of death.

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[sara-che]

saluting the sun as she transitions into Scorpio season — buckle up, it’s going down! ⁣ ⁣ This is my favorite astrological season of the year. A time of reflection and taking inventory of the past 12 months.⁣ ⁣ It has been another year of change and growth; it has been a year of death and rebirth. It has been a year of growing pains and magical manifestations.⁣ ⁣ One of the most magical manifestation was this moment here. As an expat, I've always been on the move, never stayed in a place too long. ⁣ ⁣ But this place, this beach, there is a connection that words can't capture. It's like coming home; it's a feeling of being where I belong. ⁣ ⁣ Being back felt like a celebration. I felt held and embraced.⁣ ⁣ Although I am physically back in Stockholm, this place has a piece of my heart. In time we’ll reunite. In the meantime, the journey continues.⁣ ⁣ Have you ever experiences your soul being called to a place? ⁣ ⁣ #sarache #movefromwithin #advancedselfie #orangecounty #lagunabeach #digitalnomad #scorpioseason #scorpiohoroscope #ateliertheche #sunsets #digitalnomadlife #spiritualawakening #spiritualteacher #california #wanderlust #scorpiosun (at Orange County, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3-CWWjpuvK/?igshid=tkwz6gawc7n0

[evanescentsun]

Heh planning…. god I love them so much

[yowyowyaoi]

*Sasuke and Naruto talking to Sarada*

Sasuke: … so that’s the story. Your mother is my best friend, and I will always respect and love her, but, I’m not IN-love with her. I’m in love with Naruto.

Naruto: And I love your dad. I always have. So … we want to get married, dattebayo. 

Sarada: And mama understands this?

Sasuke: Yes. Now, we understand how difficult this might be to process, and we wanted to talk to you about it first before we talked to Boruto and Himawari. We … Sarada the thing is we …

Naruto: We kinda thought you might have, er, a crush on Boruto. And your dad and I, we would never want to go through with a marriage that would make you siblings with a boy that you —

Sarada: Boruto?? No; I’m in love with Chou-Chou!

Sasuke: … Chou-Chou? Choji’s daughter?

Sarada: Yeah. But it’s hard because all she thinks about is food. So when I’m around her I act as goofy as possible, so that she’ll notice me.

Sasuke: I —

Sarada: And if she ever left, I’m prepared to go on a journey to find her and bring her back to the village. Even if it took years.

Naruto, tearing up and hugging her: This is definitely my daughter, dattebayo!

[ruerock]

them 🥺

[gatheringbones]

["In 2014, when I interviewed César, he had moved far from commercial design. He was now working in mental health as a hospital clinician. And he had done a lot of thinking about postplague life, and how the events of the AIDS crisis dug a hole in people’s psyches. He thought of the aftermath as endurance trauma. “Not necessarily the classical PTSD. But the sense of danger in seeing in your life at risk of being annihilated; the in and the out, and feeling that there is little you can do to change that level of threat, or that level of danger. You know, month after month after month … 1992 was a hard year, when people started really getting very sick, or dying. So many of them were not coming to the meetings; they were in no condition to really get out of their homes. I mean, you remember. I mean, you know, people with AIDS at twenty-seven or thirty-five don’t die in two days … They just linger and linger and linger.”

(...) “There was no way to transition from total crisis and abnormal way of living into something that can be integrated with a daunting loss … People basically stay in crisis, but in a different form of crisis. In this case, it was the emotional crisis … I don’t know if, when the Black Plague ended in the Middle Ages, people really learned that they needed to do something about the aftermath. I’m sure that they started going to church, and [trying] to rebuild their lives, and going back to normal. And it was not after a while that they realized that some of them are not making it, that they are all messed up in their heads.

“My theory, or my sense, is that the people that got involved in activism, like me, are much more aware of what happened. The ones that were not involved in activism, they don’t know why their lives just do not make any sense. And their relationships don’t make sense, and they are becoming more and more kind of like—alienated. I see some of that in the patients, the HIV, middle-aged patients that we treat in the clinic where I work. It seems that they remain alive, not to be able to connect the dots forever. Like there is something there that remains disconnected.

“[We need] some kind of acknowledgment that a post-epidemic generation doesn’t remain intact simply because they have survived. At least that would be the lens. Once you put on a specific type of filter or lens, then you begin to see the kind of things that you need to take care of. But if you don’t have a lens that allows you to see certain things, like those things that you see—you know, soldiers put to sea in the night, in the dark—then you don’t see anything. It’s been there in front of us.”]

Let The Record Show: A Political History of ACT UP, New York, 1987-1993, by Sarah Schulman