#badide

[liviesheaders]

• olivia rodrigo + bella badid

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[ash-and-books]

Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb: One of Us Is Lying meets Lord of the Flies meets Fyre Fest in this wickedly addictive and funny YA thriller. Rafi Francisco needs something really special to put her true crime podcast on the map. She sets her sights on River Stone, the hearthrob musician who rose to stardom after the mysterious disappearance of his girlfriend. Rafi lands herself a ticket to the exclusive Fly Fest, where River will be the headliner. But when Rafi arrives on the Caribbean island location of Fly Fest with hundreds of other influencers and (very minor) celebrities, they quickly discover that the dream trip is more of a nightmare. And it’s not just confronting beauty gurus-gone-wild and spotty WiFi. Soon, Rafi goes from fighting for an interview to fighting for her life. And, as she gets closer to River, she discovers that he might be hiding even darker secrets than she suspected . . 

Review:

Lord of the Flies meets Fyre Festival in this story about a girl who goes to an exclusive music festival on an island only to be stranded with influencers and no festival actually taking place... and madness descends upon them. Rafi Francisco runs a podcast that discusses music mysteries and wants to get her podcast to be more popular... so she takes on the case of famous pop boy singer River’s mystery of the disappearance and death of his girlfriend... and the only way to do so is to go to this festival. What Rafi wasn’t expecting was that the festival was completely fake and now she is stranded on an island full of influencers and a few minor celebrities... and River himself. Rafi needs the interview with River and is willing to do anything to get it... even lie... and her actions have bigger consequences. She believes that River is a killer but the more she gets to know him the more wrong she feels. It also doesn’t help that more people are starting to disappear... and there might be a different killer on the loose. Rafi is one of those “not like other girls” but “I want to make it famous” kind of gals, she’s manipulative, think’s she’s better, and honestly obsessive. She’s not a likable protagonist and while the story had potential it felt meh overall, it was funny to see the correlation between Fly Fest and Fyre Fest and Hella Badid and Bella Hadid. Overall, it just wasn’t for me but if you do like the original story maybe give it a try, it definitely is a unique take on the original story with modern adaptations.

*Thanks Netgalley and Macmillan Children's Publishing Group, Henry Holt and Co. (BYR) for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #ya book #lord of the flies adaptation

[void-voyage]

11 Nov 2023 - via RNN

🟡🟢 Hezbollah:

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Summary of the Islamic Resistance operations against the sites and gatherings of the "israeli" enemy army at the Lebanese-Palestinian border on 11-11-2023:

Eastern Sector:

At 09:45, targeting the Ramim barracks (occupied Lebanese village of Hounin) with missile weapons.

At 15:00, targeting an enemy armored vehicle and a zionist infantry force at the "Metulla" site with guided missiles.

At 15:00, targeting the "Radar" site and Zebdine in the occupied Lebanese Shebaa Farms with appropriate weapons.

At 16:00, targeting the Malikiya site with appropriate weapons.

Western Sector:

At 09:50, targeting an armored infantry force at Karntina Hill in the Hadb Yaroun area.

At 10:55, targeting the Hadb Al-Bustan site with missile weapons.

At 11:30, targeting the Jardah site with artillery shells.

At 14:00, targeting gatherings of occupation forces in "Wadi Shomera," "Tel Shaar," and "Badid" (occupied Lebanese village of Tarbikha and its surroundings) with appropriate weapons.

#free palestine #palestine

[nofuckingbody]

i accidentally misread your url as badid right and now my brain can't stop thinking about that "should we invite bella hadid?" post

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[zacharycoffin]

Also Buckminster Fuller - "You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.” Reposted from @mckennas.elves - 🧠 . . #TerrenceMcKenna #BuckminsterFuller #badide #goodidea #loyalopposition — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/Ej86pxq

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[liquorize]

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[luxuryypacks]

✧・ﾟ:*  Kendall Jenner Icons.

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[whiterubys]

your-local-geek --> viclouis

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[tr4ggot]

i get serious closeted trans guy vibes from the person leading my robotics team’s manufacturing subteam but i don’t want to out myself to them as a move of solidarity incase they aren’t trans and are just a really butch woman so i’m just stuck in a moral dilemma of to tell vs. not to tell

#i know i wouldve appreciated knowing a trans guy before i came out #to just have as moral support #and to have so i could be friends with someone who understood the very specific struggles that cis people just dont fully get #so on one hand #i want to be like ‘hey if you ever need to tell me about anything #im here’ #but also #if theyre not trans #then ive just outed myself to someone i see on a daily badid #basis #and would be the first person in my group of friends to know #since im stealth at school #actually #know that i think about it #theres two people like this #and i want to reach out to them #hhhhh

[voidboyyy]

part 5

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Hey!! If you were tagged here, I’d like to tell you three things.

Number 1: OMFG YOU ARE SO AMAZING

WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU FOLLOW ME

I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH

I DON’T KNOW HOW OFTEN SOME OF US INTERACT BUT HOLY CRAP

YOU ALL ARE JUST-

*chefs kiss*

i love you guys so much

Number 2: Holy crap there’s a lot of you. I have to make separate posts for my other followers. There’s that many of you. I don’t deserve y'all.

Number 3: i have way too much time on my hands lmao

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I don’t care if you guys don’t interact with me a whole lot. It still means the world to me that each and every one of you thinks I’m interesting enough to deserve a click of a button (that happens gives me happy chemical lol). You guys are so amazing T-T

See you around,

-Icarus ❤️

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P.S. - I might do drag this spring! Look out for that when it happens! ILY!!

P.P.S - check my blog for my socials! i plan on streaming one day!

#long post

[inherpower]

Merkaba

MER-KA-BADid you know that you have a merkaba? We all do! In fact everything thing on this planet and in the Universe has a merkaba. So what is it? In a nutshell your merkaba an energy field that we sit in and it surrounds us. When the merkaba is two dimensional it looks like the Star of David.

In this video I talk about what our merkaba is used for and how (through learning about it and studying your own) you can use this energy field to help you to ascend and connect with Source/Spirit/God/All-That-Is. 

This video is an introduction to another video that will be coming up where I talk about sacred geometry and how you can use this knowledge to master the laws of the Universe. To watch the latest video about eh merkaba, click the link and check it out.

  https://youtu.be/eU_8QHFzI84

#astral travel #merkaba #ascension #lightbody #lightworker #sacred geometry #laws of the universe #the kybalion #manifestation #energy is everything #hermetic principles #blackwellness #ihpwellness #selfcare #selflove #qtbipoc wellness #qtbipoc #ihpqtbipocwellness #Black Witch

[styleburger]

#bela hadid #bella badid #fashion #style #hair #street style #styleburger #dreaming of eleonora

[reiven2017]

Monopoly with me.

Chapter 4.

When she regained consciousness, her head ached unbearably and whined, and her body refused to obey. The pictures before my eyes were blurry and indistinct, and every minute they were extinguished in the darkness. Her body ached unbearably, it seemed as heavy and exhausted as never before, and burning lumps of poison gathered under her skin in places where there were bleeding bruises and bruises. She couldn't move her head, she couldn't even open her eyes, she couldn't do anything. Absolutely nothing. Her unhealthy consciousness threw her up and threw her into some kind of terrifying darkness where sounds came only in distant parts, and colors drowned in darkness. While conscious, when she was thrown out of this state for a split second, she felt a flash of pain and distant voices. These voices were clearly not kind and did not try to help her, on the contrary, the cold completely washed over her entire body and fettered fear. Finally, she woke up from delirium. Her head didn't hurt so much that it was already good , although she felt her body like a corpse. A soft, painful moan escaped Raven's lips, so quiet she wasn't sure if she had made it up. The girl did not know how much time had passed. She closed her eyes tightly, her body still not fully owned by her when, after several attempts, she was finally able to open her eyes. A faint, barely perceptible light fell from a single torch on the wall. He then extinguished, then caught fire again, and his flame was fighting the draft. Raven was lying on the cold floor in the very corner of the small room. On all sides it was surrounded by stone walls, only in front there was a thick black lattice. It was definitely an unfamiliar place for her. And Raven didn't really want to meet him. Panic quickly shocked her veins. The girl tried to move and roll over onto her back. The raven put her hands out in front, slowly and uncertainly leaning on them when she felt the palms of flames douche and the skin burned. She fell heavily and the room was filled with the sounds of her plaintive anguish and quiet sobs. Raven stared at her palms in amazement and felt her hands shake and her eyes filled with tears of despair as she saw her right palm cross a huge bleeding cut. She tried to touch the cut, hoping it would rob her of the creepy mind or the remnants of delirium. But her hopes were not justified, and as soon as her finger touched her palm, she felt something sticky and vile on them, and then the skin, cut and terrifying. Raven jerked her hand back as if scalded by boiling water, and her eyes filled with unshed tears of pain. The cramps and burning from the cut were unbearable. The crow barely sat down, hitting its back hard against the masonry, moaning painfully. Blood gushed from the wound, and before Raven could pour it all over the floor, the girl unwound an old rag over her shoulder and bandaged the wound. When she was sure that this was all she could do, Raven tried to examine. She didn't remember anything. Not how she got here, nor anyone who threw her here. She was clearly sure that the bars were locked and she was being held hostage here. And certainly no one will give it a key so easily. Rachel tried to remember how she got here. The confusion in her head mingled with a slowly approaching panic as tiny snippets of memories began rushing into her mind. She remembered how Zahir was shouting something, and then a huge detachment of guards appeared, someone swung at her, Zahir hit him, throwing a knife into her hand and commanding something, and then, then everything was as if in a fog ... Raven grimaced, her head ached again, not being very happy with so much information. She looked around again, trying to find something. But her gaze only bumped into cold stone walls and a lone torch. It was bad. It was all very bad.

***

Damian's blade cut the air at the head of his sparing tailor with lightning speed, and he heard him growl pitifully, rebounding, gasping for breath. This would be the third person in the last hour who was unlucky enough to stand up against Demian in a duel and after a minute he was moaning in pain and his training clothes were cut to shreds. Damian, with a light movement, put the blade to the man's throat, ready for the next step and his icy eyes looked lazily at the loser.

- My Lord. - the clash of the sword on the armor of Cairo cut the numb silence in the hall as he stood on the threshold of the room with two guards on both sides and bowed respectfully. Damian grunted in annoyance, half-removing the blade from the poor fellow's throat and threw a piercing glance at Cairo.

- I hope, Cairo, it's worth it that I interrupted the training. - Demian said coldly, finally putting his sword aside and to him in silence, as if on command three girls ran up. Two threw an emerald robe over his shoulders, while the other served him a glass of wine. Zakir straightened up and approached the master. His voice sounded dry and cold as he spoke in monotone.

“My Lord, I beg your pardon, but this matter requires your attention. - when the Lord silently nodded to him, Cairo continued. “Last night there was a complete robbery of the House of Advisor Badid and one of the members of this group was caught.

- I think you yourself know very well what to do. I see no reason for my attention to this. - Damian's voice boomed harshly, and people next to him involuntarily shivered. But Cairo insisted on its own.

“I assure you, my Lord, it is worth your attention. - Cairo said conspiratorially, and his eyes seemed to sparkle distantly.

***

Raven absentmindedly awoke from a nap when the clang of metal was heard somewhere from the side and heavy footsteps quickly approached her. She frowned, gray fearful shadows fell on her face and panic ran through her body in a torn layer. Something was happening and this sixth sense of hers told her that it was clearly related to her. She convulsively tried to get up, moaning in pain and leaning against the wall and pressing her sore hand to her chest, and in the other tightly clutching a piece of cobblestone and hiding it behind her back. The crow, under the influence of fear and panic, gripped the stone with such force that its uneven edges dug into the skin. It was the only thing that somehow betrayed her confidence. She shivered and was filled with panic at the thought of what these people could do to her when she was so scared and vulnerable. The blood dried on her body was a kind of warning sign of danger for the girl, but whoever these people were, Raven was not going to surrender without a fight. She stumbled back, straightening, determined to act and clutching the stone in her hands as two heavy shadows appeared in front of the cell's bars and Raven swallowed convulsively.

***

The raven hit hard, unable to keep herself on her feet, and fell to her knees when she was roughly pushed in the back. It still hurt under the ribs, there was something incomprehensible in her stomach and it seemed to be on the verge. Shine. There was still not enough to vomit. Raven threw a menacing look at the guards, mentally cursing each of them before her eyes stumbled upon the mark on their uniforms that everyone dreaded and her eyes widened with horror of realization. The girl abruptly got up and looked around nervously, examining the room where she was, silently pleading with God that her guesses would not come true. It was a huge, spacious marble hall, the size of any other in her life. Everywhere it was surrounded by columns of black marble, and between them there were stained glass windows. Emerald curtains hung from the ceiling, embroidered with gold thread. In front of her, at the end of the room, on a hill, stood a throne, all in gold, with artfully sculpted details and velvet-emerald trim. Behind the throne were huge windows, from the canvas to the floor and the whole room, in various niches and places there were strange plants of extraordinary beauty. The hall literally breathed high cost and wealth and shouted to everyone in the face about his royal title. Fucking shit. The pieces of the puzzle slowly but surely formed in her head and the whole gravity of the situation fell on her with a strong blow. The palace of Lord al-Ghul. And a few minutes ago, she was in the fucking dungeon of the palace of Lord al-Ghul, from where, according to the stories of the old people, no one has ever returned alive. And Raven wasn't sure she wouldn't be one of those poor fellows. Anxiety, mixed with fear, hammered in my chest, and all the insides seemed to be twisted into a wound inside, expecting an inevitable fate. A minute passed, two, ten, and she was surrounded by the same silence and the languishing tension pressed on her, the thoughts in her head nervously screamed at each other, interrupting her common sense and depriving her of all meaning. Her breathing quickened, and her muscles cramped from more and more incoming waves of fear and panic. She needed to calm down and Raven understood that very well. She was left alone and no one except herself would help the girl, and panic and fear for her would not pave her way to freedom, so the Raven exhaled heavily and mentally urged herself to calm down. She was alone and she knew how to be alone. She always saved herself and here and now this should be no exception. She will be sentenced to death. She was caught red-handed at the crime scene and she could not escape punishment, Raven mentally winced and tried to drive this thought away from herself as far as possible. No, she will be alive and well. She'll figure out how to get out of here. She always did that. The main thing is not to show fear or these yard dogs will devour her with giblets and not choke.

The raven mentally tensed, her lips compressed into a thin strip as the guards, as if on command, all straightened and bowed their heads respectfully. The approaching footsteps of several people echoed in the hall. She fleetingly caught snippets of their conversation, when all voices and sounds as if by unvoiced order died down and Raven felt a burning gaze on the back of her head that seemed to burn every part of her body. There was something wrong ... or rather, something was wrong. She felt nothing but this look. Her lungs were chained by fire, and her heart froze in place, as if it would obey orders. The world would have faded at one moment and mixed into a monochromatic mess, sounds, voices of people left, only this strange feeling of warmth remained. But then she was thrown out of this trance and Raven regained consciousness, breathing heavily and trying to restore blurred vision. Footsteps near her intensified, echoing in the head with drumbeats, but she did not pay attention to this, too confused by this flash. Someone stepped forward and stood directly opposite her. Raven lowered her head to the floor, habitually hiding her face in shadow. The man threw a gaze at her, mixed with something strange, deep inside and his tightly compressed lips did not bode well, but he still remained silent.

“This is her, my Lord. One of those thieves. " - for a moment Rachel's eyes widened, and her heart stopped when she heard the word "Lord" as if the first. Lord al - Ghul stood opposite her, carefully examining and only the playing veins on his icy face expressed emotions. The girl felt a strange thrill in the very center of her chest. His icy gaze slid over her, but for Raven he was not so cold, she felt more than felt something tender in it, enveloping and soothing, but immediately, embarrassed by herself, stopped. She should feel fear, panic, and at least in extreme cases aggression, but not as warmth and calmness emanating from his stoic figure of the Lord, recognized as a tough tyrants and dictator.

You haven't even seen his face, Raven! Wake up, you're half way to your grave, you idiot.

- "What's your name?" - unexpectedly for all those present, asked the Lord and his suppressive tone cut off all questions. After a pause, thinking tensely to say her real name or nickname, Raven answered dryly, praying that her voice would not falter. No, her real name has always been something sacred to her, which gave her a certain self-confidence, knowing that it would not be pronounced by anyone except a person close to her.

- "Raven." The lord frowned.

- "I asked about your real names, not about the name of the yard." - the man's eyes flashed warningly in her direction and although Raven did not see it, she felt a dumb threat hanging between them in the air, as a warning sign in case of her disobedience. In a place of fear, she experienced irritation, a strange feeling mixed with a share of protest, against his decree. Yes, she wanted to spit on the fact that he was a fucking Lord and the fact that her fate is now in his hands and depends on her unquestioning obedience, she will not tell him a damn thing.

- "Then, you will have to confine yourself to the "courtyard nickname", Your Majesty." - threw Raven, proud of herself and not regretting a single spoken word. A short, almost imperceptible wave of whispers passed through the hall, and Raven caught the movement somewhere behind her. Fast, firm steps were rapidly approaching her and did not bode well for the girl, and she shrank, ready to strike in retaliation for her insolence.

“Don't you dare, Cairo." - blow, which did not follow. The man froze literally a step away from her, nailed to the spot by the Lord's short command. Raven blinked in bewilderment, too stunned by these words to avoid being hit. Confusion filled her and she was grateful that her lowered face was not possible to see. But then, like a bolt from the blue, another command of the Lord sounded, now addressed to her.

"Show me you face." - Raven immediately reacted to this, demonstratively pulling her naked and the man, whom she understood to be called Cairo, again wanted to teach her a lesson in politeness, but the Lord's hand blocked his way. The man bent over a little, grabbed her chin sharply, seemingly being in a kind of impatience and pulled her upward, opening a view of the girl's face and freezing, but his stupor did not last long, the Lord seemed to be preparing himself for a long time for something remote and understandable only him. His bewilderment, growing brightly on his face, faded as quickly as it appeared. The lord, slowly, as if regaining control and forcing himself, removed his hand, with a short gesture weightlessly passed the back of his hand along the line of her chin, as he immediately fell into place, his icy, soul-chilling gaze returned to its place and he straightened up, his posture again became straight and royal and proud, and the Lord, turning on his heels, without turning around and without throwing a glance, went to the exit. All that he said before he disappeared behind the massive doors was one pitiful proposal:

"Her custody."

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[theblondeavenue]

#total look white #white #model #Bella badid #Hailey Baldwin #models #cannes #cannes 2017

[ilovematchawithcoconutmilk]

Bella badid and Emily ratarawski the two designated fashionable skinny white women

[theodorebennas]

I can't think of a question, so just use this as a token to say something about Bennas you think about a lot when writing him but don't get many chances to talk about! Have a safe flight!

Hey look. It’s me. Answering things. Yay. Okay, so things I think a lot about RPing Bennas.

This might sound odd because I’m not entirely well rested but lack of sleep should never be my excuse to be inartful. But here we go: I think peak Bennas RP is Bennas problemsolving or manuevering around difficult situations where he is not necessarily the top dog. (Me and likr everyone else, right?)

I enjoy RPing Bennas as the Duke and the Magistrate but I also adore RPing Bennas in a scenario where he is part of a system.

I’ve actually been playing preWoLK Theodore Bennas in a WoW based DnD with @summysparklesprocket @lakaera and DMed by @kelzthalassunwhisper and it’s totally just what I needed!

Lately, I’ve been feeling like Bennas is sort of a plot device for other people’s stories. And I like that. I genuinely enjoy being the guy people go to for their permits and to facilitate their own storylines, etc. But sometimes I get the feeling that I neglect his own story in the process. But at the same time, I wonder where his story can go. Does that make sense? I imagine my struggle isn’t terribly unique though.

I’m editting my post because why not?

As much as crusade and justice and purging the wicked is part of the meme of Bennas,I also think Peak Bennas RP is Bennas sitting down with people and helping them with a problem or just connecting with them on a humanoid to humanoid badid. And just generally being a nice person.

Thank you for the ask @odessii-dragonblade