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rudrjobdesk · 2 years

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Video : ट्रेड मिल पर टशन में चढ़ी महिला, फिर हुआ यूं कि तुड़वा लिए दांत

इंटरनेट पर रोज़ाना हमें तरह-तरह के वीडियो देखने को मिलते हैं. इनमें से कुछ वीडियो में तो इतने परफेक्ट स्टंट दिखाई देते हैं कि हम देखकर हैरान रह जाते हैं लेकिन कुछ वीडियो ऐसे भी होते हैं, जिनमें सब कुछ इतना आसान नहीं होता. ऐसा ही एक वीडियो सोशल मीडिया पर इस वक्त वायरल हो रहा है, जिसमें एक महिला ट्रेडमिल पर कुछ यूं फिसलती है कि अपना मुंह ही तुड़वा लेती है. कई बार हम सामने ही दिख रही चीज़ को…

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absolutebl · 5 months

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It is WILD to me that GMMTV is fielding OffGun AND TayNew in the same quarter

That Last Twilight is airing AS WELL

That they optioned 3 JBLs

That The Sign is up there licking kicking ass and taking names (and Saint is behind it!)

That there's a high heat omegaverse BL staring Pavel

That there are 20 BLs airing right now and none of them Korean.

With 5 VAMPIRE BLs announced for next year

Thailand legit looked at 2023 and thought "yeah but we could make it worse better weirder"

#HOW DID WE GET HERE?#this is definitely the most surreal timeline #we live in interesting times #while tumblr is still talking about playboyy as if it even ranks or should be part of the conversation #also tumblr has entirely destroyed the gif searching system so that I'm probably never sharing another gif again #but that's a different 2023 story #thai bl #vampire bl #all the bl #offgun #taynew #pit babe the series #pit babe #pavel phoom #last twilight #cooking crush #cherry magic

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alsojnpie · 2 months

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It had never seemed necessary for Papyrus and I to nail down an exact meeting place. “At the park” was always enough for the two of us to find each other. And today, we found each other at the top of the white columned stairs. Well. I guess technically I found him.

It really seemed like he’d been waiting in that exact spot, knowing I was going to be walking that way. But he was watching in the wrong direction; his back turned to me as he waited, watching the stairs. Or maybe he was watching the fountain? Cool air wafted away from flowing water, which I could feel even from across this small plaza. He seemed like he was watching something. I slowed my pace, in order to get a good look at him before he could know that I was watching him.

He was sitting on the wall, leaning forward, with one foot propped up in front of him and the other flat on the ground. A half-eaten lime creamsicle was in his hand, his arm lazily draped over his raised knee.

I guess he must not have been waiting long at all, since he still had popsicle left. As if he was aware of my thoughts, he took a big bite right as I considered it. The wind blew more cool air our way, and ruffled the collar of his too-large shirt and the tall grass on the other side of the wall. I considered, just for a moment, that maybe I should stop walking altogether--just long enough to snap a photo of the picturesqueness of it all. He looked so thoughtful and serious, gazing out towards the lake. Juxtaposed with a popsicle full of lopsided bite marks, this scene was a perfect encapsulation of the monster that was Papyrus.

But I couldn’t. I didn’t have the guts. I didn’t even have the guts to disturb what looked like a satisfying reverie by calling out or otherwise making my presence known. Instead I awkwardly shuffled up to his side and moved to place my hand on his shoulder, but then second-guessed myself and thought, maybe I should tap it instead? It didn’t matter, since he startled and swiveled his head around before I could even decide.

“H...HEY!!” It was always fun to watch his face, and the clear progression of emotions that often played out. Right then it was shock at being approached by a stranger, which instantly gave way to shock at being approached by someone you love, which quickly melted into glee at having been tricked (with a hint of sheepishness for having been facing the wrong way).

“HEH, I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON YOUR WAY UP! WANT SOME?” The softened popsicle was extended towards me. Of course I wanted some, so I obliged him with a slurp that took care of a good half of what was left on the stick.

“..........” His disappointment was palpable, and my sudden guilt must have shown on my face too.

“WAIT, IT’S FINE. REALLY. I OFFERED IT TO YOU, SO...”

“Where’d you get that from, anyway? Do they sell those here??”

“THESE? THESE?? YOU KNOW THEY DON’T SELL THESE HERE! I HAD TO BRING IT WITH.” He gives a good slap to a bag I hadn’t noticed sitting next to him.

“.....They’ll melt.”

“THEY WON’T!”

“Hm. I didn’t know you had popsicle-cooling magic... Neat!” I reached down to the bag, eager for a popsicle of my own and curious about the cooling mechanism.

But the bag was swept away from my grasp, and Papyrus was shaking a finger at me. “YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED TO GO DIGGING IN MY MAGIC BAG.” He swung his leg over the wall, landing both feet firmly on the ground and standing up straight with an exaggerated gesture. “BUT I AM!” A bright red creamsicle was soon procured, unwrapped and thrust into my hands. I was suspicious of what sort of “magic” was keeping it cold, since it seemed to be already starting to soften, but couldn’t find the heart to complain about getting a treat.

Once Papyrus had started in on his second popsicle (orange this time), the two of us linked arms and began strolling towards the stairs overlooking the lake. From this vantage point, even more of the lake was visible, as well as the vague outline of paths surrounding it on the opposite side. This lake wasn’t particularly big, but it took almost half an hour to walk around a single lap. The paths were forested, at times so thickly that the lake couldn’t be seen, and that made them seem isolated, and longer than they really were. But all of it seemed so much smaller from up here even though it wasn’t that far away at all.

As we began making our way down the staircase, I bit the popsicle with my lips over my teeth then slurped up the melting ice cream inside. It cooled my face but warmed my heart. “You know, I didn’t even realize they still made these popsicles. I used to eat them a lot as a kid.”

“I, DON’T THINK THEY ACTUALLY DO?? YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT A PAIN I WENT THROUGH, TRYING TO FIND THEM!”

On the lake there wasn’t much visible from here other than a few small paddle boats, but as we got closer I could make out groups of kayakers who seemed to drift effortlessly by.

“IT COULDN’T HAVE BEEN THAT LONG AGO THEY WERE DISCONTINUED. I REMEMBER EATING THEM TOO, BACK WHEN THE BARRIER WAS FIRST BROKEN.”

In reality, I knew that the riders were having to work hard to propel their boats forward through the water. I’d never been kayaking, but it had always looked like fun to me. Stealing a glance over at Papyrus, who was still going on about the popsicles, I wondered if it could be a good way to work out together with him, fully expecting that he’d be excellent at it.

Suddenly I realized that my popsicle was gone. “Oh hey...can I have a green one now?” I waved my popsicle stick, licked mostly clean, in front of Papyrus and he grimaced. “It’s been so long since I had these, I forgot how much I liked ‘em.”

“YES, I KNEW YOU HAD EXCELLENT TASTE. OF COURSE I WOULD LOVE TO FETCH YOU A GREEN ONE. BUT I’M NOT YOUR TRASH COLLECTOR! AND IF YOU STICK THAT...THAT STICKY THING IN THE BAG YOU MIGHT-- RUIN THE MAGIC OR SOMETHING!” He made a shooing gesture at my stick, which only made me want to wave it in his face even more. “GO FIND A GARBAGE CAN!”

Seeing as there were no garbage cans nearby, I stuck the stick into my jeans pocket, much to Papyrus’s dismay. But he forgave me enough to serve me a green popsicle after all. This popsicle was suspiciously much softer than the last. “Hey.....you’re not using magic at all, are you?�� I squinted at him as almost the entirety of the lime popsicle shell sloughed off in my mouth. “.....*gulp*. You just packed a ton of popsicles and counted on being able to finish them off before they melted.”

Papyrus seemed to be watching the boats on the lake quite intently now but surely he was aware of my accusatory stare out of the corner of his eye. His stern expression twitched with a grin. “I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."

"..........."

"BUT. I'LL ADMIT THAT IT’S A GOOD THING YOU’RE HERE, SO YOU CAN HELP ME EAT THEM ALL.”

“True. It’ll be a lot of work to finish them all before they melt.”

“WELL, DON’T GET ME WRONG! I COULD MANAGE IT.”

The path down the stairs was lined with shady trees, but the lake itself was surrounded by a sunny, open walkway. I had a feeling that no, he could not manage it. These popsicles were not going to last more than 10 minutes, tops. Even through our combined efforts, there would probably be a couple of melted treats. I slurped up most of the ice cream center as we walked across a platformed break in the stairs, eager to do my part either way.

But as we stepped down onto the stairs again, I saw something that made me jump in alarm: a wedding party! And their cameras were pointed straight up the picturesque stairs, right at us! Without even thinking, I pulled Papyrus by our linked arms, running back up to the platform before turning off onto a small dirt path running diagonal to the stairs.

The air was heavy and quiet as I pondered whether or not I had photobombed that bride and groom’s photoshoot. Probably so. Even though I hadn’t noticed it until we were very near, that was only because I hadn’t been paying attention. The pictures probably had us there in the background, though it wouldn’t have been very close to the subject. It was a public park, so I couldn’t really feel guilty for it, but even still, I didn’t want to be in some stranger’s wedding photos.

“.......” I wasn’t exactly sure why but suddenly things felt clumsy and awkward. I didn’t know what to say, or whether to say anything, and the little bit of popsicle I had left was completely forgotten. Slowly I turned my eyes up towards Papyrus only to find him calmly nibbling on a new popsicle (a red one now) while looking back in the direction of the couple.

“........HM. YOU THINK....YOU MIGHT WANT TO DO THAT SOMETIME? ME AND YOU?”

My heart, pounding, leapt straight to my throat, blocking out any words or sounds from coming through, while my grip on the popsicle stick tightened. Was this a joke?

No...he was genuinely asking me for an answer, I realized, as he looked down, smiling at me expectantly. But he looked so laid back about it. Somehow, we must have been thinking of two different things.

“U..uh....I, I mean....um...ho-honestly, I’m, I-I’ve.......you know...it feels embarrassing somehow to b-be...honest...but....” My words got quieter as my face got hotter. I went to take a giant bite of the popsicle to cool down, but what had been left of it had already melted and ran down into my fist.

“HANG ON....OH MY GOD......ARE YOU SCARED OF BEING OUT ON THE WATER???” His suddenly concerned face only confused me even more.

“WAAAAIT, WAIT WAIT WAIT...” Papyrus took a brief look around himself, which at first I took to mean that he was checking to see if anyone was around. But maybe he was looking for a place to hold his popsicle because the next thing he did was quickly suck the whole thing directly off the stick (swallowing it dutifully rather than savoring it, and tossing the stick to the ground), before placing his thick-gloved hands squarely on my shoulders, and leaning in close.

His worried frown was right in front of my face, much closer than it usually happened to be. I tried to listen to him instead of focusing on his features, but it was hard. I hadn’t had this chance to be so close before. His voice wasn’t...quiet... but, it was softer than I expected.

“IT’S OK TO BE SCARED OF THAT. PERFECTLY OK. DON’T....DON’T BE EMBARRASSED. WE DON’T HAVE TO--”

Suddenly everything clicked in my mind. Our eyes met. “To...go kayaking together....?”

“YES. EXACTLY. WE DON’T HAVE TO GO KAYAKING TOGETHER. I’VE NEVER DONE IT MYSELF, BUT....WELL...WHEN I SAW THOSE LITTLE BOATS ON THE BIG LAKE....” He smiled softly, sheepishly even. “I THOUGHT IT LOOKED LIKE FUN.”

Actually, it did sound fun. Really fun. I returned his smile, shyly, even though he didn’t seem to completely understand that look, and grasped his hand, pulling it to my chest confidingly.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be too scary....if we were together.”

Sorrowfully, Papyrus shook his head. “THE KAYAK IS A BOAT THAT ONLY FITS ONE PERSON, I’M AFRAID.”

“I meant. Together, in our own boats. Side by side on the water.”

“OH. SURE. YES! I’LL STICK RIGHT BY YOU!!” His grin was nothing short of triumphant.

Then he noticed my hand, clasping his.

“ ............YECCCK!! WHY ARE YOU SO STICKY?!?!?!”

#hi hello i felt like writing (it's 2000 words)#unfortunately the only thing i ever feel like writing anymore is hyper specific s.inserrt stuff ehehehehehe #but i......really really miss this perfect park #and walking down the stairs always made me think of him #and one day i almost photo bombed some wedding photos on accident and it made me think of this #i wrote most of this in early summer 2022 but just couldn't fit the pieces together until suddenly they clicked in my mind last night #but even since then i totally forgot what ending i'd thought up hehehehe this one is a bit abrupt but i like the silliness of it #i wanted to take a bunch of pictures of this staircase and this park so i could put it to this story but it totally slipped my mind #if i ever go back one day I'd love to take my own picture (i just found this one through image search)

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pasdetrois · 4 months

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one of the many devastating components of moby dick's epilogue is its brevity. this tome of a novel that has discussed every fathomable aspect of the vessel and those it hunts, and it ends with a solitary paragraph in which ishmael quietly reveals his survival only after the drama is done. this seaborn(e), self named orphan (who asks us to call him such from the first line!), not yet able to weave the epitaphs that will cut the tapestry loose from the loom..

#I WANT TO TELL YOU THIS STORY WITHOUT HAVING TO BE IN IT #coughing up bloodf exploding in the kiln etc etc #don't even get me started on him being enshrined in queequeg's coffin..#alsotop contender for most devastating final lines of a book as well. rachel searching for her children and only finding another orphan. go #moby dick #🍓.txt #moby dick spoilers #i guess. for the sake of the whale weekly girlies

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queenlucythevaliant · 8 months

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'Yes, that old oak with which I saw eye to eye was here in this forest,' thought Prince Andrei. 'But whereabouts?' he wondered again, looking at the left side of the road and, without realizing, without recognizing it, admiring the very oak he sought. The old oak, quite transfigured, spread out a canopy of dark, sappy green, and seemed to swoon and sway in the rays of the evening sun. There was nothing to be seen now of knotted fingers and scars, of old doubts and sorrows. Through the rough, century-old bark, even where there were no twigs, leaves had sprouted, so juicy, so young that it was hard to believe that aged veteran had borne them.

'Yes, it is the same oak,' thought Prince Andrei, and all at once he was seized by an irrational, spring-like feeling of joy and renewal. All the best moments of his life of a sudden rose to his memory. Austerlitz, with that lofty sky, the reproachful look on his dead wife's face, Pierre at the ferry, that girl thrilled by the beauty of the night, and that night itself and the moon and ... everything suddenly crowded back into his mind.

'No, life is not over at thirty-one,' Prince Andrei decided all at once, finally and irrevocably. 'It is not enough for me to know what I have in me- everyone else must know it too: Pierre, and that young girl who wanted to fly away into the sky; all of them must learn to know me, in order that my life may not be lived for myself alone.

From War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

#there are so many gorgeous passages in W&P that i could pick #why not this one in which Andrei reflects on several of them?#I've already talked about the Natasha and the moon passage on this blog. truly one of the most beautiful scenes I've ever read in any book #but part of what's so interesting about that scene is that we actually get it from Andrei's perspective. he's listening below the window #and overhearing Natasha that night is really what makes him love her #it's what made /me/ love her #and he carries that experience with him alongside his own experience looking up at the sky on the battlefield at Austerlitz #Napoleon himself sees Andrei and commends his courage but Andrei barely notices because the sky is so so beautiful #the lofty heavens which he never really considered before #but Natasha did #and so it's those moments his friendship with Pierre this old oak that renew his lust for life #life is not over at thirty. once i heard a girl exclaim at the loveliness of the moon and wish to fly away.#once i lay on a battlefield and all i could see was the beauty of the sky #and my friend Pierre believes in the future and he's searching it out #and look. this tree is still here #first time i read W&P i was honestly so relieved that so many people got happy endings the tragedy of Andrei's death didn't fully register #i mean the chapters concerning his death are beautiful and sad. the kinship between Natasha and Maria at his bedside #the peace he finds as he dies #but it really is a story in which he had decided to live fully only to die young. and that's become increasingly tragic to me as I've grown #happy birthday tolstoy #russia where are you flying to?#pontifications and creations

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rudrjobdesk · 2 years

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Video : बच्चों ने कर दिया भालू की नाक में दम, कॉमेडी सीन से कम नहीं है वीडियो

सोशल मीडिया (Viral On Social Media) पर आप रोज़ाना अलग-अलग तरह के कंटेंट देखते हैं. इनमें से ज्यादातर जानवरों से जुड़े हुए वीडियो लोगों को पसंद आते हैं. जंगल के कुछ वीडियो जहां डरावने होते हैं, तो कुछ ऐसे भी वीडियो होते हैं, जिन्हें देखकर आप हंस-हंसकर लोटपोट हो जाएं. एक ऐसा ही वीडियो इस वक्त एक भालू और उसके बच्चों का वायरल (bear trying to cross road with kids) हो रहा है, जो बिल्कुल ही अलग है. भालू…

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dinitride-art · 10 months

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everyday I wish there were more stories about trans people that I could hold and cherish in book/graphic novel form. pls. I want to see trans ppl in space. and as superheroes where the story is about them 100%. and like slice of life gardening. and high fantasy. and historical fiction but like we get to be happy. and I want trans people who have magical powers and the stories about gender fuckery and saving the world. and maybe I want to write these stories too but I can’t be blamed for wanting to curl up with a good book with trans main characters written by trans ppl for me (… and everyone else too. I’m just feeling very miette about this right now) and have a fun and funky journey with a story.

#and by fantasy and high fantasy I mean I want trans people as actual characters #like the metaphors are cool too #but I want to see trans people in the actual story sometimes- most times #THIS IS ALSO A DESPERATE PLEA FOR RECOMMENDATIONS #I know there’s gotta be stories out there somewhere #I just don’t have the energy to search for them #I swear they’d cure my mental illness tho #said mental illness is greatly affecting my ability to search #so do you see the dilemma here #anyways I just know that I’ve got a ton of books with gay people in them #but I think I’ve only got one…. actually I don’t know if I own that book #…I don’t #this is devastating #oh thank fuck I own physical copies of heart stopper #got scared I didn’t have any for a second there #my point still stands tho #I want main characters #and I want them to have a wide variety of stories #thank you for coming to my ted talk

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jamieontheroof · 3 months

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I can't believe i haven't made this post yet but

a few months ago i had a coding "class" (class is in quotation marks because the teacher was terrible, i taught everything to myself) where our major assignment was to make a website using html and css. I made mine based on tma. I got a 99/100 mark (because apparently some of my code was "redundant")

it's not fully finished or perfect but considering i'm a teenager and this was my first experience using html and css (although i've coded in other languages before) i'd say i did pretty well

https://magnus-archives.glitch.me/ <- that's the website

oh and none of the art is mine, i used the magnus wiki and my magnus notes for fact checking and used some images i found off of google

#it also has a few secrets so have fun #it was originally going to be an arg but my teacher said it was to hard #i am currently making an arg although it is my own story #also my teacher “taught” us the most basic stuff #a lot of what you see in the website was me searching things up and messing with stuff till it worked #tma #the magnus archives #magpod #coding

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yuesya · 5 months

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We have Ryougi Shiki in several other AUs, but do you have any plans for Tohno Shiki?

To clarify, Gojo Shiki from zenith of stars is an OC. One that loosely draws inspiration from Ryougi Shiki, but for all intents and purposes she is an original character.

The name 'Shiki' was chosen for her as a nod to both Nasu characters who possess MEoDP -Ryougi Shiki and Tohno Shiki. In retrospect, this may not have been a wise decision as it seems to have caused quite a lot of confusion for many readers to date despite the story tags. My apologies.

I have not written any stories or snippets featuring Ryougi Shiki, nor do I currently have any plans to do so. The same applies for Tohno Shiki.

#QA #zenith of stars #again i reiterate #i am not an expert on nasu stuff #or even meodp stuff #i've seen a few kara no kyoukai movies #but not all of them #i don't really know the storyline for tsukihime either #most of what i know are from the few movies that i have seen #and extensive wiki searching #i've actually also received comments informing me that zenith of stars would be a better story if it was an insert of ryougi shiki #instead of an oc #to which i can only say #apologies but that is not the story i wish to write

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