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road rage is something I will always find hysterical a few weeks ago I saw a woman screaming and honking at a pedestrian for jaywalking and he screamed back "wellare you gonna hit me? kill me then!!!! welcome to my citaaay!!"
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Mercy - Chapter 2: Bitter
Rating: Explicit 18+
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Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader
To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.
Chapter Warnings: Still lots of exposition. I promise I am getting there - at least there's more Obi-Wan in this one? Abandonment is once again discussed. Nothing explicit yet. If you notice any missing warnings, please let me know!
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Masterlist - Part One - Part Three - Part Four
Chapter 2: Bitter
Walking beside your Master always made you feel so poised and regal. He had long ago taught you how to carry yourself, and you knew you made a good picture of the respectable Jedi by following his example. He compared you often to his previous Padawan, now a Jedi Master with his own apprentice - the Stewjonni boy, Obi-Wan Kenobi. At the difficult age of fourteen, you did your best to master your rebellious teenage instincts, worsened by your presentation. Your Master was always very good about reminding you of the Alpha you wanted to be - not ruled by your instincts and emotions, but eagerly and consciously following the will of the Force.
Master Dooku often encouraged his old Padawan, Master Qui-Gon, to bring his Padawan along so that you both could train together. You were the same age, however Obi-Wan had only been chosen by Qui-Gon the year prior, so you took care to do your best to be supportive as he got used to learning under a Master instead of in classes. Training with him was as fun as it was difficult, and you found yourself constantly learning new things. He primarily used Form IV, Ataru, and you found it fun to practise against someone who used such a voracious form. It was a genuine challenge, especially as Obi-Wan grew under Master Qui-Gon’s guidance.
Master Dooku had a habit of assigning you research tasks in the Archives that seemed like a waste of time until you got to the very end, at which point you would find the answer to a question you’d recently asked your Master, or more detailed information about something you had recently been discussing. On one summer morning, Obi-Wan and Doa’su trailed after you as you made your way into the Archives with your datapad in hand. Bustling past Jacosta Nu, you made your way to the stack listed in your note from your Master, and were surprised to find pad after pad of information regarding previous Jedi. Your master had indicated seven pads and data chips for you to collect and review, and Doa’su hummed as she pulled one of the data chips down from the shelves.
“This data chip contains a holo of Master Aulo Bas, a Consular who spent his life in the Temple on Ilum.” She informed you, plugging it into the display at the end of the stack. A strange, and somehow familiar face appeared before you. A face like yours. Lavender skin unlike your pink, but with similarly pointed ears, a strong frame, and a slender tail tipped with a point. He was Haelan, like you.
“Well, that explains that.” Obi-Wan mused, offering Doa’su another data chip to plug in. Again, another Haelan appeared. This one had powder blue skin, and a tail that ended in a tuft of fur. Master Xyla Wellar, a Jedi Weapon Master who specialised in lightsaber pikes and other weapons with reach. You hummed thoughtfully as you brought up the first of the datapads, skim-reading the contents. It appeared to be from a Master Sav Lasra, who broke up a slave ring in the mid rim in which he found several Haela slaves. According to Master Sav, the Haela were valued as slaves due to the strong natural anaesthetics in their saliva, as well as their proposed natural high pain tolerance. It was a grim account, and you felt your stomach turn as you skimmed the descriptions of the experiences Master Sav had while resettling those ex-slaves back on Haelstruum.
“Did Master Dooku just find the records of all of the Haela Jedi and decide to make you read up on them?” Doa’su asked while skimming another datapad, “This one is about a Healer who acted as a battle medic. Ewwww, he used to use his spit for pain relief in emergency situations. I wonder if he… did he just spit on them? Did he lick them? Groooooss.”
You laughed, collecting the datapads and chips from your friends, “Master Dooku always has a reason for the research he assigns me. I’ll have to read all of it before I figure out what his plan was.”
Obi-Wan nodded sagely, stroking his chin, “Master Qui-Gon does the same thing. I guess he learned it from your Master.”
That drew a laugh from both you and Doa’su, and Obi-Wan soon joined you as you all departed from the Archives before you could get in trouble with Archivist Nu. It took you three days to read through all of the datapads you’d been given, and in the end, you were still a little confused about the purpose of your research project. When you were done, you approached your Master, sitting knee-to-knee with him in the meditation chambers.
“Did you finish your research?” Your Master asked, a smile already pulling at his lips as if he knew the troubles you were having.
“Yes Master.” You replied politely, waiting a few moments before you continued, “I’m not sure what the point of the lesson was, I’m afraid.”
Master Dooku smiled even wider, finally cracking his eyes open to look at you, “I’m proud of you for admitting it, my young apprentice. It isn’t always easy to admit when you are unsure. I assigned you this research project because you were taken from your home very young, and there are not currently any Haela Jedi. Master Sav Lasra passed away when you were but a youngling, and he only had the chance to visit you once, long before you would possibly remember it. Most of the other Padawans have someone of their species to learn from. I wanted you to see those who came before you, and read their personal accounts.”
You nodded. This was the only conclusion you had been able to come up with, though you had been sure there was more to it. It was a simple, but very kind thought, and something you had in fact been thinking about recently. You wanted to know more about the other Haela Jedi.
“And now, for your reward.” Master Dooku said with a playful lilt to his voice, instantly making you perk up, “First, I found a force crystal on a moon in the outer rim on my last mission. I want you to have it.”
You perked up, taking the offered bundle of scarlet silk and carefully unwrapping it as if the crystal might bite you. It shimmered and pulsed in your hands, and you felt the Force swirl around you as if pleased.
“Secondly, Master Sav left you a small box of his belongings. He had intended to give it to you himself, however, he left instructions with the council for them to be given to you when you were old enough. He wanted you to have the chance to be close to your heritage, both as a Haela, and a Haela Jedi.” Master Dooku explained, lifting a simple metal box from behind his back. He handed it over, then gave your forearms a gentle squeeze, as if to reassure you.
Under your Master’s watchful gaze, you carefully opened the box, gasping at the contents within. Several unique lightsaber parts, four tail cuffs of varying sizes with unique engravings, several sketches drawn on flimsi, a flimsi map of Haelstuum’s largest city Vaelastra, and a datapad loaded with several books notated by Master Sav. One book contained instructions for moving meditation with notations from Master Sav about how it helped him learn to meditate when he was too restless, while another described each of the lightsaber forms with notated instructions for altering them to account for and make use of a Haela’s tail. You poured over your new gifts, showing everything to your Master, who crooned with appropriate excitement of each new item.
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The scent of star fruit filled your nose. You could practically taste it on your tongue. Tea followed, earthy and soothing. Honey, and some sort of floral scent you had a vague memory of that slipped through your fingers every time you tried to remember it. The scent was intoxicating, and you chuffed with pleasure on pure instinct as Obi-Wan pinned you to the training mats. You blinked rapidly, then blew out a harsh breath, your hands shooting up to grab at your friend’s waist.
“Obi-” You turned your head to look away from him, purple blooming across your cheeks, “You should go to your room, my friend.”
Obi-Wan raised a sceptical eyebrow at you, sitting back on his haunches now that you weren’t fighting his hold, “Are you trying to get out of me winning? Because it isn’t going to work.”
You took a shallow breath, glancing at him out of your periphery as understanding began to soften his face. He blinked, then shot to his feet, and you swiftly followed. His legs were shaking, and that sweetness filled the air around him. You quickly told Master Yoda what was happening, and that you were going to walk Obi-Wan back to his room, then get his Master for him. You were surprised he didn’t argue, as it was a bit unorthodox for an Alpha to walk an unmated Omega in their first stirrings of pre-heat to their room, but you were known for your self-control. The trust warmed your heart.
“Lean on me, I’ll help you. I’ll get Master Qui-Gon for you right away.” You promised, offering your arm to your friend and ignoring the ache in your teeth. Obi-Wan swiftly pressed into your side, and you put your arm around him, bracing his weight easily against you to help him back to his room. You commed his Master on your way out of the room, and he promised to be there as soon as possible, worry heavy in his voice. He loved Obi-Wan, you knew. You could feel it whenever you were around them. Even if Obi-Wan had become a rule-follower and Qui-Gon Jinn had never met a rule he didn’t find a way around, they fit in a unique sort of way.
The walk back to their chambers was fraught with anxiety, and you knew you were out of line for growling at the few Jedi who attempted to talk to you both on the way, but Obi-Wan softened like butter in your arms at the protectiveness and his own fear lessened. Getting Obi-Wan into his bed was easy, but leaving was less so. He kept grabbing your hand, rubbing his wrist against yours and whining for comfort. His cheeks were as pink as your skin, and the puppy-dog eyes he gave you to try and get you to stay were criminal. Thankfully, your will was stronger, and you managed to leave the rooms before his pre-heat became a full-blown heat.
You nearly ran into Master Qui-Gon on your way out, and you froze as he sniffed at you and looked you over as if checking that you hadn’t done anything untoward to his Padawan, before thanking you for taking care of him properly. He didn’t linger long, and you smiled at the way the bitter tang in Obi-Wan’s scent soothed the instant he saw his Master. You could hear them murmuring to each other, and you took solace in the fact that you weren’t leaving Obi-Wan alone, even as your instincts clawed at you to go back in.
You doubled up on your rut blockers that night, and Master Dooku simply raised an eyebrow at you as he watched, a certain understanding in his eyes. You had washed your clothing from that day thoroughly, and taken an extra-long shower before going back to your classes, but you wished you could have kept something. Even just something small, a little hint of Obi-Wan’s scent that felt so right. You didn’t, but the desire nagged at you, so you knew you would have to meditate on it. You were a strong Alpha - you had control of yourself and your instincts. You had proved that with your restraint and gentleness - you would not falter now at the finish line.
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Numb.
Cold, and empty, you sat outside of the council chambers while they discussed your future. Your Padawan braid tickled your neck, and you contemplated cutting it off before finally settling on the more mature choice of tucking it behind your ear. To the passing viewer, you appeared serenely at rest, however on the inside, you were a tempest. The Force flared and flickered, your pain roaring in your ears. It only grew louder and louder the longer you sat outside of the chambers. The door slammed open behind you, and Master Windu looked down upon you with concern written plainly on his face, jerking you out of your downward spiral. You weren’t used to the stern master being so open with his feelings.
“We can feel you from inside the council chambers, Padawan Mercy.” Master Windu said, holding out his hand to her, “Come inside. We have much to discuss.”
You took his hand and allowed him to help you up despite both of you knowing you didn’t need it. Not physically at least. Looking back at that moment, you could admit that emotionally, you had needed his support. As he led you into the chambers, you pushed your shoulders back and tipped your chin up, walking with poise and sweeping steps the way your Master always taught you. Despite the feeling of betrayal weighing heavy on your heart, your Master had imparted many helpful lessons in the art of concealment, and you would use them to your advantage even while your heart was bleeding.
“You see? When you walk like this, you give off the appearance of elegance and control even when you aren’t feeling at your best. My dear apprentice, you are very skilled at hiding your force signature already, and I am very proud. But your face and posture can give you away.” He always said, gently squeezing your shoulders, then helping to fix your posture, “Do you feel it? It’s like armour, Mercy. Everyone has their own form of protection. As a Jedi, our own physicality and knowledge of the Force is like our shield, but you can don additional protection, just like I do. As a Consular, this set of armour will serve you well.”
Master Windu gestured to the seat in the centre of the room for you, then sat on his own beside Master Yoda, whose face was scrunched with what you recognized as sadness. The Masters looked upon you solemnly, and you allowed the gentle brushes of their force signatures against yours, comforting and warm in a way they weren’t meant to be visibly. Your bottom lip wobbled, but you bit the inside of your cheek to hold yourself steady.
“Our apologies, you are owed, young Padawan.” Master Yoda broke the silence, and you swallowed around the lump in your throat, “Think, we did not, about the turmoil you would be feeling. Left you alone, we should not.”
You couldn’t make your mouth open. Your throat felt dry and tight, and you knew if you tried to speak, you would cry. Your eyes stung with it already. So far, you had floated in a river of numbness, frozen to the core, your mind silent as your heart cried. You had woken that morning feeling empty in a way you hadn’t since you were ten. Since your Master had claimed you as his, and braided your hair in front of the Council. Your training bond being cut had woken you, ripped from a gentle slumber to a deep, searing pain in the Force.
Master Dooku was gone. You couldn’t feel him in the Jedi Temple any longer. He had abandoned you.
“We can all feel your pain, young Padawan. You will be supported as you adjust to this new reality. We won’t rush you. However, we wish to reassure you that should you wish to continue your training, you will be assigned a new Master. This is not the end of your journey as a Jedi, so long as you desire to continue.” Master Plo Koon spoke up, and you nodded at him, thanking him for his gentle words. His force signature brushed comfortingly against yours again, and you barely held back a sniffle.
“I-I want to be a Jedi.” You choked out, feeling the soft relief in the room at your declaration, “I promise I will follow the will of the Force, and be the best Padawan to whoever chooses me. I won’t disappoint yo-”
“Know you will, we do. A strong, respectful Padawan, you have always been. Doubts about you, none of us have.” Master Yoda interrupted you gently, stopping your near-panicked promises. You swallowed hard to keep yourself together, and Master Yoda sighed sympathetically. Everyone in the Council was reeling with the loss of Dooku, especially considering the circumstances. Master Dooku had not been killed. He had not been expelled from the Jedi Order for some crime or breach of the Code.
Dooku left. He left the Jedi - left you - and headed to Serenno to take his place in the rulership of the planet. He left you masterless without even having the strength to tell you himself. Devastation did not even begin to cover it.
“Spend time with your fellow Padawans. Centre yourself. When you’re ready, we will assign you a new Master.” Master Mundi assured you, and you bowed low to the Council, sighing with relief when Master Windu dismissed you. Doa’su met you at the door to your room, and you both cringed a little at how empty it felt with all of your old master’s things gone. You curled up on your bed with your closest friend, soon joined by Nanga, Orare and Yaris soon joined you, and you felt better at the bottom of a cuddle puddle with the closest members of your old youngling clan.
It took a week before you felt stable enough to consider a new Master. You didn’t want to fall behind on your training, and you knew there might be doubts if you took too long to recover. You spent the first day with your old clan members, roaming your favourite parts of the Jedi Temple and enjoying the peace while you could. Your second day, Master Qui-Gon invited you to tea to check on you, and you did your best to reassure him that you would be okay. He let Obi-Wan walk you back to your room, and he came in to sit with you for a bit, your head on his shoulder as you talked about anything but your old master. Days three through seven were spent in deep meditation, first in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, and then in the Lake level. With the gentle guidance of the Force at your back, you went through every single kata you knew, embracing moving meditation with open arms. You practiced every lightsaber form until you couldn’t stand any longer, and meditated under the rushing water of the waterfalls.
By the time you had finished your week, you felt reconnected to the Force. You still ached, of course. You were heartbroken. Like many Jedi, you followed the Code. However, like your old Master and his old Padawan before you, you had your own interpretations. So, while the Code forbade attachments, you held the understanding that possessive love was what the Code truly forbade. The inability to accept change, the inability to put the will of the Force over those you loved, was what the Code sought to avoid. You loved your Master. He was the closest thing you’d ever had to a father. But he was gone, and he would not be coming back for you. The Force willed you on different paths, and you would trust in the Force’s guidance.
On the morning of the eighth day, you walked into the council chambers and bowed before the Council. With their kind greetings, you stood proudly before them, your tail coiled around your leg to hide your nerves. You were ready for a new Master, you told them, and would welcome their guidance with a clear mind. Master Plo Koon spoke up, claiming you under his guidance, as the Force willed him to show you the compassion you deserved. He was gentle as he undid your Padawan braid, carefully collecting each bead and coloured band as he went. When he rebraided your hair, he moved your old beads and bands higher in your braid, leaving room for his own. This new part of your braid began with a wooden bead he admitted to carving himself for you with an orange band to represent himself.
You couldn’t have been happier. Your new Master was kind, and understood your skills enough not to hold you back. He took you through a simple demonstration, then began to teach you right away, as if you had always been his. You learned more about his preferred lightsaber form, Form V - Shien. Makashi would always be where you began, and you had a feeling you would return there eventually, but the Force entreated you to learn all you could about Shien and you would do your best to listen.
Master Plo set you up with more classes in the Halls of Healing, encouraging you to improve your natural gift as it would be an asset on the field. Between missions, he would often let you spend your time there, when you weren’t otherwise busy with training. It was with his guidance that you finally began to learn beyond the bare bones basics of piloting. It wasn’t ever going to be something you excelled at the way some Jedi did, but you were certainly better than the average pilot due to the guidance of the Force.
You learned swiftly under Master Plo’s guidance, and you were thrilled to find that while you missed your old Master, you were able to accept that your time together was done and still look back on him fondly. Hurt lingered on the fringes, and you were unsure how you would feel if you ever did see him again, but you held true to his teachings without the bitterness some in the Council had worried you may carry. While you had moved on to using primarily Shien, you still practiced Makashi to keep your skills sharp, and to honour the legacy your old Master had passed on to you. And if sometimes, late at night, you looked back on your fond memories with a bitter taste in your mouth, that was for you and you alone to know.
#obi-wan kenobi x reader#obi wan kenobi#obi wan kenobi x reader#obi-wan kenobi x oc#obi-wan kenobi x original character
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See how she’s living her best life for senior year? Very demure, very mindful. The color she picked? VERY CUTESY 😍
Credit to @dyeanotherdaystudio
More reds! More coppers! Love when red head season rolls around 🥰
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Home for Sale - 38 Wellar Avenue, Nobleton, ON L0G 1N0 Virtual Tour: https://tours.vision360tours.ca/38-wellar-avenue-nobleton/
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Patrick Wellar vs. Zach Stortini March 8, 2014.
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Chisaa was about to add more to the topic before being cut off by Wellar, ears perking up. "Hm? Oh! Maybe something with meat?? Or! Or! If ya have that chocolate and strawberry sandwhich! that one was really nice!"
She would offer to help, but she did want to talk to wellerman for a bit - mostly regarding what ' cheshire' said to her, and who to ask for help.
"... yeah. I do. That's the problem- its- well. It was somone I trusted. " Ariel said. Her eyebrows furrowed, as the thought of that person crosses her mind, a depressed thought as weller cleared his throat. " well. Scine I won... I belive the bet was that you had to get lunch right?" Weller said. Ariel looked at weller, getting snapped out of her thoughts. " oh huh? Right, right. Chiasa hun, I'm getting some sandwiches, what do you want?"
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@dddoyle hand 🤚🏻 Is about to go viral #yestowella #haircolor #wellareds @wellahair @wellaeducation @wellahairuk (at Wella World Studio London)
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Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.
Tagged By: @astarkey (thank you ❤️)
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OH MY GOD WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THAT
KNUCKLEDUSTER? WITHOUT HIS MASK?
WHAT
WHY IS THAT MAN ENDEAVOR’S BROTHER? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? I DON’T LIKE THIS
PUT THAT MASK BACK ON OR SO HELP ME...
HE’S JUST CHILLING THERE, DRINKING ALL OF KOICHI’S BEER
THIS IS SO UNNATURAL, I’LL HAVE TO CENSOR HIS FACE, OR PUT A MASK ON IT BECAUSE THIS IS NOT KNUCKLEDUSTER.
THERE ISN’T A FACE UNDER THAT MASK
ITS THE FUCKING GETEN SITUATION AGAIN, I STILL HAVEN’T GOT OVER IT, I CAN’T LOOK AT ONE OF MY CHARACTER WITHOUT REMEMBERING THAT REVELATION
OHMYFUCKING GOD KOICHI DOESN’T KNOW WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE WITHOUT THE MASK AS WELL
ARE YOU KIDDING ME
OH THIS CHAPTER IS TOO MUCH ALREADY, I LOVED IT EVEN IF I’LL HAVE TO START PHOTOSHOPPING A MASK OVER KNUCKLEDUSTER’S FACE
#mha vigilantes#bnha vigilantes#boku no hero academia vigilantes#reading#manga#liveblog#vigilantes liveblog#VBNHAC4
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Credit to @cheeky_hairr
We transformed her look into a stunning deep cherry red, giving her the vibrant change she was craving
Loving how this turned out—bright, bold, and beautiful!
#cheekitout #cherryredhair #boldhair #hairtransformation #instahair #lacostahair #carlsbadbalayage #sdhairstylist #wellahair
#carlsbadstylist #wellareds #stylistssupportingstylists
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One - Songlist
I’ve created a little playlist for my Ballum fic ‘One’ now it’s complete, if anyone is interested. I just noted down a few songs that helped inspire the mood of each chapter. They’re not the only ones, but just the significant ones or the ones I could remember!
Chapter One – One Month
Mr Brightside – The Killers
The Pretender – Foo Fighters
Demons – Imagine Dragons
Love is a Losing Game – Amy Winehouse
Tainted Love – Soft Cell
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m looking for – U2
Chapter Two – One Week
Beautiful Disaster – Kelly Clarkson
Rescue Me – Fontella Bass
You Do Something to Me – Paul Wellar
Leave Right Now – Will Young
Chapter Three – One Night One Day
Just Can’t Get Enough – Depeche Mode
Locked Out of Heaven – Bruno Mars
Don’t Stop Me Now – Queen
I Only Want to Be With You – Dusty Springfield
You and Me Song – The Wannadies
Chapter Four – One Vow
Take a Bow – Madonna
Mountain at My Gates – Foals
Young Hearts Run Free – Candi Staton
Bring Me to Life – Evanescence
Rolling in the Deep – Adele
Chapter Five – One Dragon
Dancing on My Own – Robyn
Take On Me – Aha
Don’t You Want Me – Human League
It’s a Sin – Pet Shop Boys
With or Without You – U2
Chapter Six – One Goodbye
Rather Be – Clean Bandit
Daniel – Bat For Lashes
Live Forever – Oasis
Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol
Dream a Little Dream of Me – Ella Fitzgerald
Sex on Fire – Kings of Leon
Chapter Seven – One Confession
I Wish I Knew How it Would Feel To Be Free – Nina Simone
Merry Christmas Everybody – Slade
Sweet Disposition – Temper Trap
Boom Clap – Charlie XCX
There Must Be an Angel – Eurythmics
Heartbeat Song – Kelly Clarkson
Chapter Eight – One Surprise
Will You Love Me Tomorrow – The Shirelles
Kiss From a Rose – Seal
All the Lovers – Kylie Minogue
Tonight – West Side Story Soundtrack
Baby It’s Cold Outside – Idina Menzel and Michael Buble
Chapter Nine – One More Drink
Rumour Has it – Adele
Suspicious Minds – Elvis Presley
So Emotional – Whitney Huston
Songbird – Fleetwood Mac
Chapter Ten – One Girl
Only You – Yazoo
Paint it Black – The Rolling Stones
Under Pressure – Queen and David Bowie
Lost Without You – Freya Ridings
Last Christmas - Wham
Chapter Eleven – One Boy
The Boy is Mine – Brandi and Monica
You Give Love A Bad Name – Bon Jovi
You Ought to Know – Alanis Morissette
The Tracks of My Tears – Smoky Robinson
Misery Business – Paramore
Jolene – Dolly Parton
Chapter Twelve – One Key
Faith – George Michael
Somewhere – West Side Story Soundtrack
F*uckin Perfect - Pink
Can’t Help falling in Love With You – Elvis Presley
Cryin - Aerosmith
Chapter Thirteen - One Home
I’ll Stand By You – Pretenders
Everybody Hurts – REM
I Have Nothing – Whitney Houston
Shine – Take That
At Last – Etta James
Chapter Fourteen – One Moon
Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis
The Only Exception - Paramore
Clarity – Zedd ft Foxes
Hear Comes The Sun – The Beatles
Love on Top – Beyoncé
Blank Space – Taylor Swift
Hold My Hand – Jess Glynne
Chapter Fifteen – One Year
One Hand One Heart – West Side Story Soundtrack
One – U2
Dakota - Stereophonics
In My Life – the Beatles
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#DW: "Rwanda: ″le clivage Hutu Tutsi est un mythe″ (Si Wellars Gasamagera) | Afrique | DW"
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Pourtant, récemment, selon le rapport de la Société internationale pour le développement sur l’état de l’Afrique de l’Est, le Rwanda reste le pays le plus inégalitaire de la région en la matière. Les Hutu, majoritaires, ont moins accès aux richesses nationales que la minorité tutsie, à laquelle appartient Paul Kagame.
23 ans après la fin du génocide, le clivage Hutu / Tutsi n’est plus…
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Beginning
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https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177118437974/well-hes-wrong-i-bet-you-look-amazing-with-green
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177119072499/well-it-was-probably-better-than-anything-you
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177121395694/cynic-is-there-anyone-that-you-like
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177135201954/we-dont-know-a-lot-about-you-sir-pride-would-you
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177135286064/pride-how-do-you-feel-about-cynic-liking-logan
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177135384414/wait-so-pride-you-use-sign-language-or-morse
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177153234069/if-pride-is-most-closely-related-to-creativity
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177174507839/i-dare-pride-to-speak-no-sign-language-use-your
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177174922769/i-dare-spite-to-beat-pride-in-a-drawing
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177175850024/i-dare-pride-to-tell-us-what-hes-been-drawing
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177189480874/hey-pride-are-you-mute-if-so-do-you-know-asl
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177189744994/hey-cynic-what-are-your-feelings-towards-pride
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177192301599/bear-hugs-pride-and-signs-i-love-you
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177239181629/hey-pride-may-i-ask-why-you-wear-a-mask-its-okay
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177248976474/do-you-guys-miss-anxiety-since-he-left-and-went-to
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177267768779/cynic-do-you-know-what-logans-thoughts-on-you
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177271803654/hey-what-do-you-guys-identify-as-like
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177274253149/i-dare-all-of-you-to-dress-in-the-light-sides
Enter Selkie
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https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177286077889/what-can-you-do-now-that-logan-went-down-to-where
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177286568509/okay-i-have-a-question-for-two-of-you-nightmare
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177287053369/wait-self-destruct-does-that-mean-your-job-is-self
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177287325334/also-did-you-kill-logan
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177288013404/probably-wrong-but-was-logan-acting
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177291557129/despair-why-can-you-tell-sd-was-there-self
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177292415724/sosd-do-you-have-a-name-or-what-if-you-do
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177348884814/cynics-silvery-blue-eyes-narrowed-sharply-as-they
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177351251539/deceit-you-and-selkie-should-kiss-and-make-up
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177353793869/selkies-lips-pressed-into-a-thin-line-before-he
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177359184394/deceit-whatcha-doing-you-uh-okay
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177390047309/logan
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177392756899/swallowing-the-medication-with-a-few-gulps-of
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177393071274/hey-cynic-why-dont-you-kiss-logan
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177393251389/uh-oh-prides-not-gonna-be-happy-about-this
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177394752564/hey-uh-spite-and-despair-you-ok-havent-heard-from
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177422988999/everything-seemed-to-come-to-a-complete-stop-for
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177423498294/peach-for-despair-and-spite
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177423809699/french-rose-and-seafoam-green-for-deceit
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177424176854/eminence-and-lavender-for-despair
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177424477299/light-pink-pride
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177424992329/pear-and-canary-for-spite
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177434717174/a-sharp-heartless-laugh-busted-free-from-cynics
Selkie and Deceit’s Relationship
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Names
The Unknown
A Choice
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https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177624154664/wow-apathy-that-sounds-reslly-boring-smh
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177673790779/deceit-selkie-leaked-out-that-the-dead-sides-name
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177675204574/apathy-who-was-cruelty-to-you
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https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177678387924/who-killed-cruelty-and-how
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177679255549/how-would-you-guys-react-if-you-saw-apathy-again
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177681026819/selkie-do-you-forgive-apathy
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Pride’s Jealousy Part One and Two
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https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177824775884/pluck-do-you-have-romantic-feelings-for-apathy
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177825794444/apathy-what-was-that-about
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https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177889371539/so-anyone-got-a-plan-yet
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177890246874/oh-oh-dear-pride-you-really-hurt
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177891072004/pride-now-i-know-what-youre-thinking-but-take
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177891671294/cynic-you-have-every-right-to-be-upset-and-angry
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177895519414/hey-pluck-how-are-things-going
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177910895489/we-finally-have-a-plan
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177911808254/now-that-thats-settled-for-the-moment-idiots-who
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177912342084/cynic-while-that-sounds-like-a-very-interesting
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177913095404/logan-can-you-leave-the-room-cynic-and-pride-need
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177927019954/cynic-what-do-you-think-about-prides-confession
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177928176689/logan-you-of-all-people-i-thought-would-not-jump
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177928746629/logan-i-understand-how-much-you-might-be
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177929688579/cruelty
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177931383004/all-i-know-is-you-cant-be-logic-anymore-can
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177931804199/depression-so-a-side-can-just-change-from
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177957277564/despair-was-the-first-of-them-to-look-up-and
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177957871234/is-there-something-you-want-depression
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177958949724/humming-more-or-less-to-himself-as-he-finished-his
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177959725809/becausedo-i-need-a-reason-depression-almost
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177960269769/youre-not-actually-going-to-kill-him-are-you
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177964136764/pluck-you-still-playing-tic-tack-toe-i-think
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177964771099/hey-apathy-theres-someone-you-know-very-well-in
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https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177975751989/please-could-you-use-your-physical-form-apathy
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177981908534/hows-logan
https://askmydarksides.tumblr.com/post/177986483189/logan-didnt-say-a-single-word-as-he-expectantly
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