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buticanfixhim · 9 months
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So like Canada's president wrote a letter and Taylor's going there MODI WHERE THE FUCK ARE U WAKE UP
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sayitaliano · 2 months
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LA NOIA | ANGELINA MANGO
Quanti disegni ho fatto How many drawings I made Rimango qui e li guardo I stay here and look at them Nessuno prende vita None comes to life Questa pagina è pigra This paper is lazy Vado di fretta I am in a hurry E mi hanno detto che la vita è preziosa And they told me that life is precious Io la indosso a testa alta sul collo I wear it head held high on my neck La mia collana non ha perle di saggezza My necklace doesn't have pearls of wisdom (perle di saggezza=> idiomatic, could also be used ironically "words of wisdom") A me hanno dato le perline colorate They gave me colored beads Per le bimbe incasinate con i traumi For young girls messed up with traumas Da snodare piano piano con l'età To slowly untie while growing older Eppure sto una Pasqua, guarda, zero drammi And yet I'm doing great, look, no dramas (stare una Pasqua => idiomatic and usually very ironic, "to feel/do great") Quasi quasi cambio di nuovo città Maybe I (should) move to another city once again (quasi quasi => idiomatic, when you think about a chance you say "Maybe...") Che a stare ferma a me mi viene, a me mi viene If I stand still I get, I get ("a me mi" is a colloquial grammatically wrong concept that translates literally as "it comes to me"; it should be "a me viene" but for lyrical/musical lyrics is okay to find this in songs) La noia Bored(om) (for translations reasons -aka the sentence construction in English- I'm using the adjective "bored" here but "noia" is a noun so the literal translation is "boredom") La noia Bored(om) La noia Bored(om) La noia Bored(om)
Muoio senza morire, in questi giorni usati I die without dying, in these used days Vivo senza soffrire, non c'è croce più grande I live without suffering, there's no greatest trial ("croce" here has a figurative meaning as in "portare una croce", idiomatic, meaning basically "to bring pain/affliction/trials *on your shoulders*") Non ci resta che ridere in queste notti bruciate We cannot do anything but laugh in those burnt nights (like the famous movie's title "non ci resta che piangere" but from a happier/ironic pov) Una corona di spine sarà il dress-code per la mia festa A crown of thorns will be the dress-code for my party Ah, è la cumbia della noia, mmh Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom È la cumbia della noia The cumbia of boredom Total definitive Ah, è la cumbia della noia Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom È la cumbia della noia It's the cumbia of boredom Total definitive
Quanta gente nelle cose vede il male So many people see the evil in things ("quanto/a/i/e" if not used as a question usually means "a lot", "there are so many...") Viene voglia di scappare come iniziano a parlare One feels like running away as they start talking E vorrei dirgli che sto bene ma poi mi guardano male And I'd like to tell them I'm doing good but then they look at me sideways Allora dico che è difficile campare So I say that it's hard to keep on living Business, parli di business Business, you talk about business Intanto chiudo gli occhi per firmare i contratti, mmh In the meantime I close my eyes to sign contracts Princess, ti chiama "princess" Princess, (he) calls you "princess" Allora adesso smettila di lavare i piatti Then stop washing dishes now
Muoio senza morire, in questi giorni usati I die without dying, in these used days Vivo senza soffrire, non c'è croce più grande I live without suffering, there's no greatest trial Non ci resta che ridere in queste notti bruciate We cannot do anything but laugh in those burnt nights Una corona di spine sarà il dress-code per la mia festa A crown of thorns will be the dress-code for my party Ah, è la cumbia della noia, mmh Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom È la cumbia della noia The cumbia of boredom Total definitive Ah, è la cumbia della noia Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom È la cumbia della noia It's the cumbia of boredom Total definitive
Allora scrivi canzoni? So you write songs? Sì, le canzoni d'amore Yes, love songs E non ti voglio annoiare And I don't want to bore you Ma qualcuno le deve cantare But someone needs to sing them Cumbia, ballo la cumbia Cumbia, I dance the cumbia Se rischio di inciampare almeno fermo la noia If I risk to stumble at least I stop the boredom Quindi faccio una festa, faccio una festa Therefore I make/hold a party, I make/hold a party Perché è l'unico modo per fermare, per fermare, per fermare, ah Because it's the only way to stop, to stop, to stop, ah La noia Boredom La noia Boredom La noia Boredom La noia Boredom
Muoio perché morire rende i giorni più umani I die because dying makes days more human Vivo perché soffrire fa le gioie più grandi I live because suffering makes the joys look bigger Non ci resta che ridere in queste notti bruciate We cannot do anything but laugh in those burnt nights Una corona di spine sarà il dress-code per la mia festa A crown of thorns will be the dress-code for my party Ah, è la cumbia della noia, mmh Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom È la cumbia della noia The cumbia of boredom Total definitive Ah, è la cumbia della noia Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom È la cumbia della noia It's the cumbia of boredom Total definitive
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sincreator · 9 months
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@salvadormairena​ location: a brothel-like establishment  date: around a year ago note: this is pre-possession, so basically Amara herself.
Her radiant skin revealed what some vampires would’ve described as a glow which incited their hunger. Amara, a girl currently jumping from place to place, job to job, had found solace within the cold, undead arms of vampires and their wealth. She eventually found out how addicting being fed on could be. Masochism perhaps, a kind of belonging, Amara knew she could contribute to something while feeling good, too. Most vampires paid her handsomely as well. Blood and sex were ancient aspects of humanity and she fully intended on respecting. Worshipping vampires like that wasn’t something she’d ever thought about herself, however. Both her parents weren’t exactly the most supportive and had been out of her life for some time ever since they found out about Amara’s own type of poison. A thrill-seeker, adventurous and passionate, Amara wasn’t meant to be caged by expectations. 
She was working late that day, unusually late. Most patrons had left already, so it was quiet at work. In fact, Amara wondered why one last vampire lingered around. So today would end in a private session after all. She wore white for most of then night - a cynical, tasteful way of exciting vampires even further as their imagination runs wild with ideas of blood staining the fabric. Like all workers, Amara had went through a short pause in between work days to replenish herself, so she gladly took on the last vampire as requested by the newest patron.
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Going upstairs and pushing the door aside, Amara stepped into the dimly lit room. A man waited for her on the bed. She first noticed his broad shoulders, the way he sat there with utter patience, hungry eyes watching her every move. Her heart skipped a beat then. In fact, Amara forgot to breathe for quite some time as she blushed. So handsome. Closing the door behind her, Amara forced herself to approach him further. “Welcome to the feast,” Amara almost whispered, knowing he’d be able to understand her either way. Now standing in front of Salvador, Amara gently caressed his arm before going down onto her knees, her hands finding their way to his knees. She remained in an upright position as she looked at him from beneath. Fingers slowly pulled the fabric of her dress away, exposing some more of her shoulder and neck. “What are you longing for tonight?”
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tomboyjessie13 · 3 months
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What the hell's going on in India? What's the BJP? What's Hindutva? What's Modi? And why am I suddenly hearing all of this right now and not then?
I've been reblogging posts for several days regarding the war that's going on currently, but I have never heard of this going on in India until now.
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kitty-lemon · 2 years
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Fascist Motherfucking State
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blossomhcir · 1 year
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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON STARTERS; ACCEPTING  @uncrvwned​​ asked  ❛ we haven’t spoke much…since… ❜  ( From Edmure )
“No… We haven’t.” If the Lady of Sweetgrove had seemed distracted, it was because she was thinking about the night in question. She had been the entire time they walked in silence together, unsure of what she should say. She glanced back at the maids tasked with chaperoning their walk in through the godswood before she said more. They were chatting amongst themselves, only paying the couple occasional glances. With the impending wedding they seemed satisfied that they had reached the near end with only a chaste courtship. Blissfully unaware.
 That night had found her restless, unable to sleep. The air of complacency seemed to be the consensus that had settled over Riverrun and she found it easier than she'd imagined to make her way to Edmure’s chambers. Her intention had been only to talk, hopeful that more time with her betrothed would give her the peace to finally sleep. They had talked, for a long while in fact. It had been Adelaide who kissed him, cutting Edmure short as he spoke. She couldn’t be certain what exactly it was that compelled her in the moment. It could have been the way he spoke, full of charm and life. Perhaps it was his smile or the way he looked at her with his almost too blue eyes that made her heart race in a way that thrilled her when she held his eye. If given the chance Adelaide believed she could list a hundred reasons why she felt so compelled, but they all totaled to the simple fact that she wanted to kiss him. 
She supposed it surprised both of them how eagerly she responded, to his kisses, to his touch. She could understand if he thought her too demure, she had given him little reason to think otherwise, but when he pulled her closer she responded emphatically. The wanting came in waves, crashing over her in a way that made her shiver despite how overheated her skin felt. Wanting to be closer to him, wanting to feel his hands on her, wanting him. Desire made her bolder, and it had been Adealide who had undone the ties to her nightdress to slide it from her body. A silent reassurance for him that Adelaide had no intention of denying him, or herself. She did sleep well that night, but not in her own bed. 
“I want you to know that I’m not usually so easily lost to passions. Which isn’t to say I lack passion, just- I never-” She cut herself off, gathering her thoughts before speaking again. Her voice was quiet so as to not be overheard, but laced with a soft affection. “What I mean to say is that our time together was very special to me, because it was shared with you. I’ve found myself very taken with you, Edmure, and I’m glad those moments were for us alone. ” 
Though she had never intended for things to transpire in the manner they had, she truly was glad for it. It gave her an unexpected peace for their first intimacies to have been something private instead of during a bedding. An experience only for the two of them, even if it had to remain their secret. There was intimacy in that too, another thing shared only between them. “I only hope that your opinion of me hasn’t been changed. While I don’t regret it, I know it wasn’t behavior befitting a lady. Especially one you might take to wife.”
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plethoraworldatlas · 22 hours
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Critics on Monday condemned far-right Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi for what one group called a "hateful and dangerous" campaign speech in which he claimed that Muslim "infiltrators" would steal Indians' wealth if the opposition wins parliamentary elections that began last week.
Speaking to supporters at a rally in the western state of Rajasthan on Sunday, Modi said that the manifesto of the opposition Indian National Congress (INC) party details how to calculate "the amount of gold that mothers and sisters have" so that it can be redistributed to Muslims.
"When they were in power, they said Muslims have first right over resources," the prime minister claimed out of context. "They will gather all your wealth and redistribute among those who have more children. They will distribute it among infiltrators. Do you think your hard-earned money should be given to infiltrators? Would you accept this?"
Members of Modi's ruling Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP)—which does enjoy the support of a significant number of Indian Muslims—have often portrayed Muslims as outsiders. BJP officials have also pushed a baseless conspiracy narrative roughly analogous to U.S. white supremacists' "great replacement" theory, in this case positing that Muslim migrants and rapidly reproducing Indian Muslims will eventually outnumber Hindus—who make up around 80% of the country's 1.4 billion people.
Modi's remarks came a day after India's seven-step election of 543 members of the Lok Sabha, or lower legislative house, began. Modi is running for a third consecutive term. He's being challenged by INC President Mallikarjun Kharge, leader of the opposition in the Rajya Sabha, the upper legislative house. Results will be announced on June 4.
Kharge responded to Modi's remarks by blasting the "panic-filled" address as "not only a hate speech but also a well-thought-out ploy to divert attention" by the prime minister, the BJP, and Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS)—a fascist-inspired political and paramilitary movement whose brand of Hindu supremacy heavily influenced the rise of the BJP.
"Lying for power, making baseless references to things, and making false accusations on opponents is the specialty of the training of RSS and BJP," Kharge said, adding that Indians "are no longer going to fall prey to this lie."
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buticanfixhim · 10 months
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No but what is modi's plan to get taylor swift play in the narendra modi stadium 🤨
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sayitaliano · 1 month
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Since today it's the Ides of March...
"Tu quoque, Brute, fili mi!" (works both as a question and exclamation) are the famous Latin words that Julius Caesar is said to have pronounced after he recognized his son Brutus among his stabbers.
We occasionally repeat them mostly jokingly (especially in their abbreviated form "Tu quoque") either when we want to reprimand someone but also (faking a surprised reaction) when we find out someone we somehow trusted is at fault
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his oxygen tank could have malfunctioned or something @god #missedopportunity #smhmyhead
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storiedhistories · 8 months
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@trenchedstars asked: ❛ don’t make yourself a fool. ❜ (from heimdall to thor.)
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Thor was in the middle of finishing….he wasn't sure what number of tankard of mead he was on. He'd been in here practically since the morning, trying to dull the pain. While he hadn't been the best father by any stretch of the imagination, he had loved Magni and Modi. And now they were gone.
He let out a short laugh at his brother's words, a derisive smile on his face when he met the younger god's eyes.
"From what everyone's been saying, it's gonna happen no matter what," he said, his tone bitter. Despite the fact that he had done everything his father asked, he was still seen as an oafish brute. So why shouldn't he lean into that, especially right now? It meant that people left him alone most of the time, after all, and right now, he just wanted to keep drinking until he couldn't feel anything at all.
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jesssssah · 1 year
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Made a little gif for my Modie story
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kitty-lemon · 1 year
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Once again these fascist leaders let rapists roam around free...all while the reporter who just wanted to cover this incident was locked up for 2 years. When the victim's body was burnt it was misogynistic caste violence being enabled by the police and by extention the state as well because now they have anyways shown where their interests clearly lie.
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