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Eka Adharer Jatri Lyrics (একা আঁধারের যাত্রী) The Tree Band | Shekor
Eka Adharer Jatri Lyrics (একা আঁধারের যাত্রী) The Tree Band | Shekor
Download তোমাদের আজ শোনাবোনতুন এক গল্প,যা অনেক আগেই লেখা ছিল কোথাও। নির্ঘুম কত রাত্রিএকা আঁধারের যাত্রী,যে ছিল আজও আছে এ ধরায়। জোছনা গায়ে আলো আঁধারের সাথেঅন্তহীন আলাপ পথ চলতে রাতে,অবাক এই শহরটা ঘুমিয়ে গেছে কবেতাইতো আছি পাহারায় আমি। যদি স্বপ্নটাকে শেকল পরাইখোলা আকাশে হাতনা বাড়াই,মায়ারাও তখন মুছে যাবেজীবনটাও রং হারাবে। কে আছো আজ আমার সাথেসঙ্গ দেবে রাতটা জেগে,বিনিময় শুধু ভালবাসাবেঁচে থাকার…
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zcldrizes-a · 5 years
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so anyways this blog is rly cute and i love watching from afar n' hiding like emilia in that gif sjskjskjs
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azhefa-moved · 5 years
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ok but like WHY are they That Dramatic™ are they tryna out dramatic each other. is it a competition. whose winning. does everyone else have to watch while clarke and roan fight to be the Most Dramatic Hoe on earth????
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being dramatic runs in the azgeda bloodline, whaT’S CLARKE’S EXCUSE??? @shekore
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ladyimaginarium · 5 years
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❛ you’re not the person people think you are. ❜ @ clementine uwu
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❛ You’re not the person people think you are. ❜
Oh, but how wrong this newcomer professor was. If she and the others had known what she’d had to do in order to survive, the things she’d done with her own hands, for her own wellbeing and a chance at freedom, Clementine was so very certain that their opinions would change. I’ve eaten the flesh of humans, I’ve sacrificed others’ hearts for the sake of a mad god under the guise of an apostle, I’ve killed men and women that I admire, I’ve stolen from the innocent, I’ve slit the throats of many for the sake of my own profit, and I played a hand in the deaths of thousands when Richmond fell,  so that I, only a willful girl of seventeen, could live. 
Everything I am is cursed.
Yet all she could manage to say was, ❛ That will be all for your duties, Mrs Griffin. Dismissed. ❜
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03:00 - 0271000.M76, aboard The Undying Compulsion of Sin
Brilliant sparks of white and gold were cast off from the tip of the crystal as the deep, emerald beam of energy struck it. Within moments the sparks began to circle around the crystal, the colors of the cast-off motes of power radiating like stars in the night's sky. Each mote of power glimmered and flickered, between stark sunlight gold and deep ocean blue, as they wound around a central point. Soon the energy stopped being simply points of light, blending into the air instead to slowly create shapes from their rapid motion. Faster and faster, with arms forming from the energies in the air. Legs from the rapidly disintigrating crystal of power. A massive chest, huge shoulders, and solid hooves. With a flash of blue-gold blinding light the partially-formed figure became whole.
Kren-Raksha, Legionnaire of the Ten-Thousand, The Bloodfiend of a Thousand Worlds, hit the deck hard upon rematerializing.
He blinked, staring at the almost ebon green of the slate-grown floor. Massive blue-skinned hands gripped at the stone floor, arms and legs and chest dripping sweat from the stark and sudden return to the land of the living. As living as a demon could be at least.
"Raksha, kiaal!" shouted a nearby mo'arg, a felguard of red flesh and beaten brass armor wielding a simple slate-topped polearm. Raksha stood slowly, finding purchase for his hooves and throwing himself upright with the strength of his arms before facing the fellow demon. He offered a salute, a respectful display ancient for his people with both palms pressed opposite one-another and his arms straining from the force which he held them together. His entier upper-body bowed with the nod, stiff-necked and subtle in the way only a people without great articulation could appreciate.
The other felguard simply nodded, and motioned with a thick hand towards the exit of the reconstitution chamber.
04:32 - 0271000.M76, aboard The Undying Compulsion of Sin
Two giants of demonic energies and bloodthirsty history sat across from one-another, perched upon comically small furniture made from the same solid slate as the rest of the ship they lived upon.
The first was not like the others around them; a pariah among the species of the Burning Legion. Dark purple flesh going towards white and grey at the edges, wide-set fel-burning eyes, and impossibly-long needle-pointed tusks jutting from his jaw identified the first of the demons as a wrathguard.
Raksha sat across from him, arms crossed over his chest. The large blue demon looked as if he were being told the most outrageous lie in the universe, his own fel-burning eyes narrowed and simmering at the outsides with stark black brimstone wisps.
“Commander. I do not understand.” Raksha stated it plainly once the wrathguard finished, no expression on the blue demon’s face save for the obvious confusion of his new standing orders. Or lack thereof.
“You heard me, Lightbleeder.” The large wrathguard tapped a small orb sitting upon the desk between the two demonic men, thick black fingernails causing the golden glow of the orb to flicker and waver before intensifying. The azerite chunk hummed softly, illuminating the entire small space they shared. “I am putting you on leave. Effective immediately. Once you debrief with the marquis crecca, I expect you to visit the armory and resupply.”
Raksha stared at the large wrathguard for a time. He was far larger than even kren-Raksha, and this was impressive when it came to foot soldiers of the Burning Legion. Siege beasts and destroyers of worlds were given power, and with power came size. While the mo’arg Raksha was powerful and skilled in his own right, he was between stages of promotion in the ranks of Sargeras’ army. Hooves and power betrayed his approach to Fel Lord, but he still had the size and distinct blue hue of one of the Bloodfiends; one of the felguard elite.
“You are dimissed.”
It took the large blue demon a few moments to accept the statement, more for what it meant than any difficulty in service. He pulled himself to his hooves, delivering an honorable salute to the wrathguard before speaking. “Dark Titan’s Will, ik-zil-Shekor.”
“Dark Titan’s Will, kren-Raksha.”
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monirahmedkhan · 3 years
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theworldinnews · 4 years
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Singapore lost control of its coronavirus outbreak, and migrant workers are the victims
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Shekor arrived in Singapore a decade ago at age 17, one of many low-income migrant workers who have powered the city’s growth, building hospitals, subway lines and the Marina Bay Sands resort.
In his years working in aluminum production and on construction sites, the Bangladeshi national has suffered various work-related injuries. The most recent, on March 18, left him with searing pain…
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azhefa-moved · 5 years
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clarke vc : VIBE CHECK
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yEET @shekore
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azhefa-moved · 5 years
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oh hi are we sending love bc; cowboy vc : i'mma dunk the biggest love bomb in this here inbox, you hear me ♡
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do you know how much i love you? do you know you own my whole heart? 
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ladyimaginarium · 5 years
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❛ it’s their world. we’re just living in it. ❜ @ loretta iM DEAD
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She lie on her bed with tiny Pandora cuddling on her lap, her tiny little tail wagging with happiness as her fingers brushed through her fur, blissfully unaware what her owner was going through. She sighs, wincing if ever so slightly as the woman behind her brushed out her golden locks. Brows furrow in deep contemplation.
Ever since Marco died ... everything changed. This world was no longer as she knew it, there was a coming war and she was smack right in the middle of it.  ❛I know! ❜ she snaps, before regret starts to seep into her heart. This woman was only trying to help, but in the eyes of the war, she was nothing more than a pawn.
Her fingers grasp at her skirts tighter now, ❛ I know ... ❜ Her voice lowers to a whisper. It was true. The world did belong to these superhuman normals, and the old men that controlled them. Sometimes, she would ask her father for guidance, but even he was silent. God ... what the hell am I gonna do?
Without hesitation, she unpockets her vaping device, puts it to her lips and inhales before exhaling. Strawberry banana flavor. God, she’d needed that.
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deleteowl · 4 years
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her clarke griffin blog is still running, idk if it's used anymore but its @shekore
Thank
You!
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azhefa-moved · 5 years
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                          𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑺 .
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001.   smoking:  the  action  or  habit  of  inhaling  &  exhaling  the  smoke  of  tobacco  or  a  drug.
002.   binge  drinking:  the  consumption  of  an  excessive  amount  of  alcohol  in  a  short  period  of  time.
003.   drug  abuse:  the  habitual  taking  of  illegal  drugs.
004.   nail  biting:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  anxiety / tension.
005.   lip  biting:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  anxiety / tension.
006.   night  owl:  a  person  who  is  habitually  active  or  wakeful  at  night.
007.   early  bird:  a  person  who  rises ,  arrives ,  or  acts  before  the  usual  or  expected  time.
008.   negative  attitudes:  a  philosophy  of  approaching  life  with  criticism  &  pessimism.
009.   positive  attitudes:  a  philosophy  of  approaching  life  with  optimism  &  confidence.
010.   swearing:  the  use  of  offensive  language.
011.   superstitious:  an  irrational  belief  that  an  object ,  action ,  or  circumstance not logically  related  to  a  course  of  events  influences  its  outcome.
012.  inspecting  fingernails:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  boredom.
013.   scratching  your  neck:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  uncertainty.
014.   foot  &  finger  tapping:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  stress / impatience.
015.   nose  touch:  a  subtle  body  language  sign  of  deceit.
016.   flipping  hair:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  craving  attention.
017.   twirling  hair:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  flirtation.
018.   cracking  knuckles:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  readiness.
019.   hands  behind  back:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  confidence.
020.   finger  pointing:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  authority.
021.   hands  on  hips:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  readiness.
022.   hands  in  pockets:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  mistrust / reluctance.
023.   frequent  touch:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  warmth / familiarity.
024.   throat  –  clearing:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  rejection / doubt.
025.   jaw  –  clenching:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  hostility.
026.   eye  –  rolling:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  irritation.
027.   head  –  tilt:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  interest.
028.   whistling:  to  emit  high  –  pitched  sound  by  forcing  breakthrough  a  small  hole  between  one’s  lips  or  teeth;  usually  to  a  tune.
029.   humming:  make  a  low,  steady  continuous  sound  like  that  of  a  bee;  usually  to  a  tune.
030.   perfectionism:  refusal  to  accept  any  standard  short  of  perfection.
031.   photographic  memory:  the  ability  to  remember  information  or  visual  images  in  great  detail.
032.   paranoia:  a  mental  condition  characterized  by  delusions  of  persecution ,  unwarranted  jealousy ,  or  exaggerated  self  –  importance,  typically  worked  into  an  organized  system.
033.   exaggeration:  a  statement  that  represents  something  as  better  or  worse  than  it  really  is.
034.   intuitive:  using  or  based  on  what  one  feels  to  be  true  even  without  conscious  reasoning;  instinctive.
035.   quick  –  witted:  showing  or  characterized  by  an  ability  to  think  or  respond  quickly  &  effectively.
036.   interrupting:  breaking  the  continuity  of  a  conversation  with  one’s  own  statements.
037.   doodling:  to  scribble  or  make  rough  drawings,  absentmindedly.
038.   irritable:  having  or  showing  a  tendency  to  be  easily  annoyed.
039.   gambling:  to  play  games  of  chance  for  money;  bet.
040.   travel  –  sick:  suffering  from  nausea  caused  by  the  motion  of  a  moving  vehicle ,  boat ,  or  aircraft.
041.   sensitive:  having  or  displaying  a  quick  &  delicate  appreciation  of  others’  feelings.
042.   melancholy:  a  feeling  of  pensive  sadness,  typically  with  no  obvious  cause.
043.   chewing  gum:  the  exercise  of  chewing  flavored  gum  which  is  not  intended  for  swallowing.
044.   fidgeting:  to  make  small  movements,  especially  of  the  hands  &  feet,  through  nervousness  or  impatience.
045.   skeptical:  not  easily  convinced;  having  doubts  or  reservations.
046.   neat  –  freak:  compulsively  obsessed  with  cleanliness.
047.   gossiping:  divulging  personal  information  about  others.
048.   prim:  feeling  or  showing  disapproval  of  anything  regarded  as  improper;  stiffly  correct.
049.   abbreviating:  giving  others  nicknames / shortening  names / giving  pet  names.
050.   having  a  catchphrase:  having  a  sentence  or  phrase  typically  associated  with  a  specific  person.
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 : @brvgrl <333 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 : @azentri @natshana @graunblida @shekore @fbiartist @suitsdeath @spyai @saviare @azsleya literally anyone who wants to! 
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