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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 5 months

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Konstantin Kisin - The Speech The World NEEDS To Hear

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn once said that the strength or weakness of a society depends more on the level of its spiritual life, than on its level of industrialization. If a nation's spiritual energies have been exhausted, he said, it will not be saved from collapse by the most perfect government structure, or by any industrial development. A tree with a rotten core cannot stand.

When he was allowed to leave the USSR Solzhenitsyn went to the US, where he was given a hero's welcome. But he quickly realized that American society was far from perfect. He started lecturing Americans about the problems he saw. Americans don't like that. Like Solzhenitsyn, I come from the Soviet Union, but I have no intention of repeating his mistake. That's why I've come to Britain, where you love being told what's wrong with you by foreigners.

But I do have to be honest. Six months ago, when Jordan and Philippa asked me to come here and speak at ARC about the importance of audacity, adventure and a positive vision for our civilization, I was honored and delighted.

But as I stand here today, after watching crowds openly celebrate mass murder on the streets of our cities, after watching the police spend more time debating Islamic theology on Twitter than enforcing the law, I'm starting to lose faith. I don't know how long our civilization Will survive.

For years now many of us have been warning that the barbarians are at the gates. We were wrong. They're inside. Now look, I'm not going to be all doom and gloom, there are positives as well. I mean, say what you want about Hamas supporters, at least they know what a woman is.

But joking aside, I have to be honest. I've been in a dark place these last few weeks, so I did what I always do when I don't know what to do: I talk to my wife. It's not the only time I talk to her, but you know, get the point. And she said, look, you need to clear your mind, take a few days off, let's go on holiday. And I know, it's a weird thing to say, I don't like going on holiday, cause I love working, and I hate spending money. Protestant work ethic in a Jewish man's body. My wife is exactly the other way around, unfortunately.

But she was right. She's always right. That's her best and most annoying quality. So, we went to Barcelona. Beautiful city. And as we were walking down the main tourist street, La Rambla, many of you will know, when you get to the bottom, you hit the Christopher Columbus Monument. It looks like a giant column with a pillar of Columbus on top pointing towards the New World. And this reminded me of my son, Nikolai. He's 16 months, and this is what he does, he sits on my hip and points in the direction he wants to go. Treats me like a horse, basically. And if I don't act quickly enough, or if I don't comply, he does what all toddlers do: he throws a tantrum and starts screaming. How dare you! You have stolen my dreams with your empty words! And when he does, we read him a story and put him to bed. We don't give him a standing ovation in front of the UN.

Anyway, trigger warning, I am going to talk positively about Christopher Columbus. I know he committed some pretty sizable microaggressions, but he also changed the world. Do you know why he changed the world? Yeah, he tried to reach India and by accident discovered America. But why go west to India? Europeans had been trading with India and China for centuries via the Silk Road. Why risk your life to go out on a limb? There were many reasons of course, but the main one was the decision to try and reach Asia by going west, was not made out of choice. Europe was desperate. Only a few decades prior, in 1453, the Ottomans sacked Constantinople, and they cut Europe off from the Silk Road. The West Was facing a huge challenge and a new threat. No smaller than the one we face today. And like us what they needed was another way.

But when Columbus took his idea to go west to India to the kings and queens of medieval Europe, they laughed at him. They didn't laugh at him because he was some misunderstood genius, he wasn't Galileo. They laughed at him because he was wrong. If you go out in the street and ask a random person why Columbus discovered America, they'll tell you he worked out that the Earth was round. Not true. By the time Columbus set off on his voyage in 1492, people had known the Earth was round for two millennia. There's probably more flat Earthers now than there were in the 15th century. God bless the internet.

The reason Columbus discovered America is not that he'd worked out that the Earth was round. The reason is that he massively underestimated the size of the planet. They were right to laugh at him. He was wrong. But he took that wrongness, he persuaded 90 other men to get into three boats smaller than the size of this stage, and sail into the unknown. And he persuaded Queen Isabella of Castile and King Ferdinand of Aragon to fund his voyage.

The moral of the story is, it doesn't matter how wrong you are as long as you've got rich friends.

That's not the moral of the story. The moral of the story is, the history of our civilization was not made by people who always got everything right. It was made by people who'd made mistakes too. It was made by people who dared to believe that they could solve the problems they faced. The story of the West is a story of audacity.

The big debates of the last decade, the culture war, the polarization, are about one thing and one thing only: the future. There are people like us in this room who believe that our future is to be prosperous, powerful and influential. We are the majority. But there are also some people whose brains have been broken by an excess of education, who believe that our history is evil. That we do not deserve to be great, we do not deserve to be powerful, that we must be punished for the sins of our ancestors. To them, our past is abominable, our present must be spent apologizing, and our future is managed decline.

My message to those people is simple: how dare you. You will not steal my son's dreams with your empty words.

But Jordan is right, we need a positive message too. So here it is: from the dawn of time, human beings have had to work to make the world a better place. We captured the mystery of fire. We invented the wheel. Today we build buildings that would shock and awe almost every human being that has ever lived. We split the atom, we spliced the genome and we connected the world through microcomputers that fit in our pockets, that allow us to do amazing amazing things.

This morning, I destroyed someone on Twitter with facts and logic from the toilet. It's magic! Remember your grandparents? Remember them? If I could go back in time and transport the grandparents of your grandparents into this room, just four generations ago, they would think they'd been abducted by aliens. that's the progress we've made. We haven't made that progress by whining and acting like victims. We've made that progress by unleashing the creativity and talent of people like us here in this room.

But I do think we've forgotten what adventure is. Being adventurous is not ordering extra-spicy chicken at Nando's. Wrong reference for this room. Let me try again. Being adventurous is not ordering extra-spicy chicken from your personal chef.

When Columbus and his men got on those boats and took a journey into the unknown, they sailed to certain death. You know why? It's not because they were braver than you and I, it's because they knew something we forgotten: all death is certain. And so I say to our friends in the world of business, you've made your fortunes by maximizing your returns on your investments. We are in the fight of our lives. there is no greater return on your investment than to protect and preserve our civilization.

And so I invite you to follow in the footsteps of Elon Musk and Paul Marshall and Ben Delo and many of you here who are using your fortunes for the betterment of humanity.

I say to our friends in the media: truth matters! We are in the fight of our lives. There is more to life than clicks and downloads. Let’s move beyond the culture war where all we do is bat away the litany of slanderous allegations about our history. Let’s set the agenda. Let’s remind our fellow citizens why we are where we are. Let’s remind them that we are the most tolerant, open and welcoming societies in the history of the world. We’re not embarrassed about our past, we’re proud of it.

And to my colleagues in new media especially I say this. The legacy media is dying for a reason. They cannot be saved, they cannot be reformed. Let’s stop complaining about them and start building the media empires of the future ourselves. We have everything we need. We’ve even got rich friends now.

I say to our friends in education and academia: I understand that many of you feel like the French Resistance or Soviet partisans, stuck behind enemy lines, undermanned and out gunned. And you’re right, we are in the fight of our lives. So keep fighting for every young mind you can. It will be worth it.

And finally, I say to our friends in politics. Many of you here are conservatives. I’m not, I look terrible in tweed. That’s why I identify as politically non-binary. But I can tell you conservatives something. You will never get young people to want to conserve a society and an economy that is not working for them. We will not overcome Woke nihilism as long as young people are locked out of the housing market, unable to pair up, unable to have kids, unable to plan for the future.

I know it’s difficult, and I know that whoever solves the housing crisis may well pay the price at the ballot box. This is true of many pressing issues too, or at least you think it is. But you did not get into politics to get re-elected. You got into politics to make a difference.

We are in the fight of our lives. And if courage means anything it means doing the right thing and being willing to take the punishment if you have to. Let me say it again: all death is certain. We do not get to choose whether we live or die. We only get to choose whether we live before we die. Thank you very much.

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yagynaseni · 6 months

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yk what today in English class i was reading and there was a word "hornby road" I read it "horny road" accidently💀💀💀💀

Bhai jo embarrassed Hui hu na Aaj main🥲

oh hun reminds me of the time when embarrassed myself like this. I literally said 🌌BREAST INDIA COMPANY🌌 infront of 40 students in my 10th grade history class. so we're in this together💀💅🏼🤝🏼

#my smol chaand💫

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kemetic-dreams · 2 months

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The writer, O. Dave Allen is a community activist and political commentator

MONTEGO BAY, Jamaica, January 25, 2022 - We the Jamaican people are at risk of becoming slaves again. We are a country with 95% African people. It’s a fact that the majority of the African population is at the bottom of the economic pyramid while the 5% at the apex are the minorities who control the economy. We all know that the economy is the superstructure that determines everything else, we also know that those who control the economy rules the country. It is time for majority rule.

When the Chinese were commandeering the local retail and distributive business, it was of little concern to the traditional moneyed class. Their long held sense of security is now threatened by the fact that the Chinese have cornered the retail business and have accumulated untold millions, buttressed by unaccountable billions of dollars of dubious origin with an insatiable and avaricious appetite of the tiger spreading their tentacles devouring all that is in its path.

There is an insidious war that is being waged by the Chinese business interest that will undermine all and every local Jamaican business. We are not here dealing with the compliant Chinese shopkeepers of yesteryears; but a contrived network, led by the Chinese State to dominate and control the Jamaica economy with Montego Bay as the entry point, bolstered by the powerful Association of Chinese Enterprises in Jamaica (ACEJ), a non-profit organization.

This mega conglomerate is akin to the Dutch East India Company (The Dutch East India Company historically a military-political-economic complex rather than a pure trading or shipping company).

Can you imagine the consequences when the Chinese would have established their own bank and formal financial intermediaries?

Recently China Harbour Engineering Company (CHEC), was awarded the Government of Jamaica funded US$274.5-million Montego Bay Perimeter Road Project, which includes the rehabilitation of Barnett Street and West Green Avenue, as well as the construction of the Long Hill bypass and a drainage study of the Montego Bay bypass area is also to be conducted under the project.

This catalysis project strengthens the presence of the Chinese in Jamaica and serves as beachhead in Montego Bay to supplant the hegemony of the United States of America in Jamaica and make a mockery of the Monroe Doctrine as they pursue endless war at distant shores.

The Montego Bay perimeter road is funded by the Jamaican taxpayers and as such there is no justifiable reason why this contract should have been awarded to any overseas contractors.

The government has a duty not only to provide physical infrastructure but also to effectively use our taxpayer’s money to build our social capital and to strengthen the capacity of our human resource.

We have developers, engineers, contractors and consultants with more than adequate competencies to develop the Montego Bay Development Road. Our local professionals have demonstrated the capacity to execute and manage major projects as exemplified by the work carried out by Jamaican professionals on the Northern Coastal Highway.

In the recent Andrew Holness cabinet reshuffle the Hon. Homer Davis was appointed to head the Office of the Prime Minister West. This is no accident, but a strategic move to ensure the orderly integration of the Chinese into western Jamaica.

Minister Davis and Former Mayor of the City of Montego Bay enjoys more than cordial relationship with the Montego Bay Chinese community with numerous visits to China during his tenure in office. With the support of the Chinese Dr. Horace Chang remains the most powerful member of the Holness’ Cabinet.

While Bishop O’Neil Russell, and others may be disappointed in the reappointment of Dr. Horace Chang as Minister of National Security, they missed the bigger picture that Chang has consolidated his power base with the appointment of his Deputy General Secretary and his protégé Homer Davis as head of OPM West and the ostensible Emissary of the Chinese community, the new power base in Montego Bay.

To those who sing praises of Homer’s appointment, are living in a fool’s paradise. It is not about you, it is about the Chinese work permits and citizenship, building approvals, the clearance of their goods at the wharf and importantly their security. Homer Davis as a conduit who will ensure that the JLP is fully funded to win the next elections.

There will be a seismic shift in business activities back to the old city of Montego Bay. This regeneration started with Harmony Park, the building out of the downtown Montego Bay Waterfront District and soon the regentrification of the urban centre.

Finally, Who gave the Chinese the permit to dump the wetland and mangrove swamp at Reading to construct the multi story, multi family, high end, Chinese enclave. According to the Ministry of Economic Growth and Job Creation the “project will open new areas to the south of Montego Bay for development and expansion, giving access to lands for housing development.”

But will our local developers; Gore, Moe, Azan, WICHON be beneficiaries of the development opportunities.

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China's Silk Road to Montego Bay, “Turn Them Back” ! says O Dave Allen (wiredja.com)

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 11 months

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 6

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2901

Warnings: Car Crash, mild PTSD

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Willow Bless the Broken Road

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Annalise groggily opened her eyes, her spinning vision coming to her first. She blinked, hoping it'd stabilize her sight, but it had little to no effect. The angry dinging of her car alarm came into focus next. That couldn't be good. She noticed the deployed airbag and the near-shattered glass of her windshield and driver's side window, and that's when it all came rushing back to her.

The tow truck.

The red light he ran.

Annalise finally lifted her head fully and scanned her surroundings, slightly confused as to why she faced the opposite direction she'd been going in. How hard had he hit her?

Air. Let's get some air, and then I'll call 911 and Mom. Annalise thought, staying unnaturally calm for the severity of the accident. She fumbled for the door handle and pushed the door open. A warm breeze greeted her and slightly cleared her senses. Phone. Phone. Where's my phone?

Annalise saw it on the floorboard and reached for it. As she flipped the Razer open, she noticed a man talking on the phone nearby. She couldn't make out much of what he was saying, but something told her it was emergency services. Annalise dialed her home number, waiting for her mom or sister to pick up. Charlie answered on the second ring. "Hey, honey, are you on your way home?"

Don't cause her any panic. Play it cool. Annalise took a deep breath and said casually, "Hey, Mom, I'm going to be late."

"What happened?" Charlie asked immediately.

Shit. Mission failed. "Uh, I got hit by a tow truck outside the school."

"Are you okay?! We're on our way right now. Is an ambulance there yet?"

"I think so. My head hurts, but I don't think anything's broken, and no. No ambulance."

"Okay, we're in the car now. If we don't get to you before they take you to the hospital, call us so we can meet you there."

"Okay, see you soon. Love you."

"Love you, too, sweetie." Charlie hung up, and Annalise decided to assess the damage to her poor car, which more than likely was totaled. She stood up and immediately regretted it. Her vision tunneled, and Annalise gripped the door, praying she wouldn't pass out.

A pair of strong hands grasped her arms, followed by a familiar voice saying, "Easy, Annalise. Let's sit you down."

The person lowered her to the ground but kept a hold of her. She winced, swallowing down the nausea. Once her vision returned to normal, Annalise looked at the kind samaritan helping her and decided right then and there that God had to be playing some terrible trick on her. "Oh, God, it's you."

Jake tilted his head, smiling in confusion. "Uh, hello to you too."

Guess he hasn't heard the rumors. Annalise remarked inwardly, or so she thought, because Jake asked, "What rumors?"

"I-I said that aloud?" Annalise replied, grimacing, trying to drop her head to hide her flushing cheeks. Jake stopped her, keeping his hands firmly on her cheeks.

"Try not to move your head. I don't think your neck is broken, but I'd rather not find out the hard way. Where does it hurt?"

"Honestly? Just my head," Annalise admitted, pointing to the throbbing spot a few inches above her ear. Jake gingerly placed a hand on the site.

"Yeah, you've got quite the lump there. I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure you'll have a concussion. Does it hurt anywhere else?"

"No, weirdly enough. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at practice?"

"Practice ended a few minutes ago. I was heading to my car when I saw the crash and you trying to get out. Kind of surprised you're talking so coherently."

"Yeah, well, panicking about the situation isn't going to help anything. It'll probably hit me later." Out of the corner of her eye, a policeman, followed by EMTs and firefighters, approached her and Jake. The EMTs replaced her friend, and the policeman questioned her about what had happened. Annalise recalled the story very matter-of-factly, told them where she hurt, and insisted her neck was fine. With that said, the first responders helped her stand and carefully walked with her to the gurney. Annalise tried to see where Jake stood, but she was whisked away to the hospital before she could find him.

Charlie and Jackie weren't far behind in arriving at the hospital after Annalise, waiting impatiently in her room when she returned from the CT scan. Her mom, barely hiding her panic over the situation, asked shakily, "Are you okay? Where else besides your head hurts?"

"Nothing so far. I think my body might still be in shock."

"We passed the wreck from the freeway," Jackie said, a deathly shade of white. "You're lucky to be alive."

"Miss Blackwood?" The doctor stepped in, smiling kindly at me. "CT scan looks good. No bleeding of the brain from what we could see. You do have a two-inch hematoma on the left side of your head as a result of the impact, and based on your current symptoms, you have a moderate concussion. You'll want to limit strenuous activity, avoid anything that requires too much concentration, and that includes watching TV or being on the computer."

"I'm supposed to start school on Monday. Am I able to go?" Annalise asked, dreading that she may have to start late because of the wreck. She had enough attention on herself from the rumor her sister had started. Annalise didn't want anyone to think she skipped school to avoid people.

"That will be a judgment call for you. I'll write you a doctor's note in the event you need it for any reason, although I do recommend starting out with half days for now. After today, you'll want to follow up with your regular doctor for further treatment. Do you have any questions for me?"

Annalise shook her head. "No, sir."

That said, the doctor bid them good evening and left the room. Charlie shouldered her purse and instructed, "Jackie, stay here while Annalise changes to make sure she's okay. I'm going to go take care of the payment and insurance."

Before either girl could argue, Charlie strode out of the room. An awkward silence fell over the sisters. Jackie turned around to give Annalise some privacy. While she changed into her shorts and tee, the younger Blackwood asked shortly, "Did you get my text?"

"About the rumor? Yeah."

"And?"

"I'll fix it."

"You better. What the hell? You could've done so many other things, but you chose to spread a false rumor about me and Jake Seresin? I can't be invisible when everyone knows my name at school!"

"Why do you want to be invisible so badly?"

"Because we both know Mom and Dad are going to pick up and pack up once we finish the year out and while you're off at college, I'll be starting at another new school. I don't see the point in making friends and getting close to people when I'm going to move away and will probably never see them again."

"Jake's not your friend?" Jackie inquired, turning to face her sister when Annalise placed her folded hospital gown on the table.

"It was just for the summer. Besides, I'm sure after your little stunt with that rumor, once he catches wind of it, he'll want nothing to do with me. Come on, let's go find Mom."

Annalise turned to walk out, only to be hit by a wave of vertigo. Jackie grabbed her sister before she fell over. Clutching her head, Annalise mumbled a "thank you" and allowed Jackie to escort her out of the hospital room and to their mom.

Annalise took the backseat of their car, sliding down to hide from the sun and to avoid noticing intersections. She would wince every time they crossed one, expecting a car to come out of nowhere and hit them. Annalise wouldn't rise out of her seat until they arrived home. There, she went into autopilot. Annalise hugged her mom and sister, went upstairs, took a shower, dried her hair, put on her Navy sweatshirt and black leggings, and called her dad to tell him she was okay. Then, Annalise headed downstairs and sat at the dinner table, eating as much as she could stomach before migrating back to her room and into her bed. Annalise attempted laying on her left side, her typical sleeping position, only to jerk in pain when the swollen lump on the side of her head pressed into the pillow. Biting back tears of frustration, she flipped onto her right side, closing her eyes and trying to fall asleep, but it wouldn't come. The throbbing of her head, the flashbacks of the wreck, and the aches suddenly overcoming the rest of her body finally broke the wall holding the rest of her composure. Annalise silently wept into the pillow, overwhelmed by the day's events.

The tears didn't last long, just enough to be a catharsis for the bottled-up emotions. It took Annalise no time to recognize that sleep wouldn't come easily, so she sat up and leaned against her headboard. The buzzing of her phone with an incoming text caught Annalise's attention. She reached over and grabbed it to see who it was from, genuinely surprised to see the name on the screen: Jake.

On a whim, or perhaps a concussion-induced one, Annalise hit "dial" before she could stop herself. He picked halfway through the first ring. "Hey! Are you okay?"

"Feel like I just got hit by a tow truck," she joked, using humor to cope with the mortification that she'd actually called him and the fact he'd most likely confront her about the rumors.

"I'd say that's about right," he said with equal humor. "It's good to hear you up and talking. That-that was a hell of a wreck. The fact you got out of the car yourself and were talking-"

"It's nothing. Panicking wouldn't have helped."

"You're something else, you know that? Are you going to be up to school on Monday?"

"Doctor said it's up to me if I feel up to it. Guess I'll see Monday morning."

"If you do, if you trust me, I can give you a ride," Jake offered, sounding almost sheepish.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean, after all, isn't that what boyfriends are supposed to do?"

Annalise slid under covers as if hiding under them would make the embarrassment disappear. "Annalise?"

"I swear it wasn't me that said anything."

Strangely, Jake chuckled. "I know. Jackie reached out to me earlier and told me everything. I couldn't resist teasing you about it since you seem so against dating me."

"I'm not against it; it's just not true."

"What exactly did you do to earn that kind of wrath from Jackie?"

Figuring she had nothing else to lose, Annalise told him the entire conversation between her and Jackie that sparked the war between them. Her cheeks flamed when she mentioned the part about Jackie calling him her boyfriend, but Jake started cracking up at what Annalise called Orry.

"Your humor being intact is a good sign," Jake said. "I think you're going to make a full recovery. Oh, uh, before I forget, I talked the policeman into letting me get the rest of your belongings from your car before they towed it. I can swing by and drop them off. It's only eight o'clock right now, but I'm sure you're not up to it, so I can come by tomorrow."

"Oh, thank you! Uh, you don't have to- I can have my mom pick it up. I don't want to subject you to my sister if she answers the door."

"See, I'd consider that a plus. Would love to meet the person that caused this chaos. On a different note, I'm surprised you're not sleeping."

"Can't. This headache is awful. I should probably find some ibuprofen to see if that helps." Another idea, definitely concussion-induced courage, prompted Annalise to add, "If you really want to, you can come by now. I don't care. I can assure you I'm not going to sleep any time soon."

"Give me five. I'll be right over."

Before Annalise could protest or comprehend what had happened, Jake hung up the phone. She stared at the screen, confused beyond all reason that he'd so readily agreed to her stupid suggestion. What guy did that?

I'm imagining things. That's all. The stupid concussion made me mishear him. He'll probably be here tomorrow. I need to get some ibuprofen. Annalise thought, shaking her head slightly. Rolling out of bed, she made her way downstairs to get the medicine. She could hear her mom on the phone with the insurance company about the wreck. Apparently, it paid to be friends with your agent. Jackie sat on the couch, the back of her head barely visible. Annalise wanted to join, attempting to watch for a few moments from where she stood, but the brightness of the screen hurt her head even from that distance. Annalise decided it'd be best to return to her bedroom, but as her foot hit the first step, the doorbell rang. She froze, unwilling to believe it could be him. Slowly, she turned around in time to see her mom answering it.

"Hello," Charlie greeted, confusion clear in her voice. "May I help you?"

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Jake Seresin," he said with a charming smile. He offered his hand, and Charlie shook it. "I saw the wreck and convinced the police to let me get Annalise's belongings for her before they towed the car."

"He did more than that," Annalise said, coming to stand beside her mom. "He caught me before I collapsed to the ground and kept my head still while we waited for EMTs in case my neck was broken."

Unless Annalise was mistaken, Jake flushed at her words. "It's, uh, it's what anyone would've done. I think I just beat the others to it."

"Thank you for helping her," Charlie said sincerely, taking the box from him, "and for returning her stuff. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Annalise has told us so much about you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, ma'am. I'm sorry to have bothered you so late. I figured I wouldn't get a chance tomorrow with practice and all, so when Annalise said I could come over, I jumped at the opportunity."

"Not a bother at all. You're always welcome here. Annalise, I'm going to bring your stuff upstairs. I'll be back." Charlie turned around, but not before she discreetly and playfully winked at her daughter.

The two friends fell into an awkward silence. Annalise shifted on her feet, unsure of what to say, so she went with the most logical thing. "Thank you for helping me earlier and for bringing my stuff. You didn't- you didn't have to rush over here."

"Can I be honest with you?" Jake rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't have practice until tomorrow evening. My morning is clear. I just didn't want to have to wait until then to see you. It's- it's really good to see you up and talking."

Annalise cringed at the implication. "That bad, huh?"

"From what I saw, the tow truck hit your driver's side wheel and sent you spinning two lanes over into a semi-truck. How you were awake, let alone trying to stand up and move... it's, uh, it's kind of a miracle you're alive."

An image of a tow truck coming for her flashed in her mind, but she had no memory of it actually hitting her. Annalise hadn't even glanced at the wreck before the EMTs whisked her off to the hospital. "I didn't- I figured it'd been- that explains why everything hurts..."

"Besides the concussion, anything else broken?"

"Not that we found. At least my hard head is good for something, although we'll find out if I need PT when I go to the doctor tomorrow. Wouldn't surprise me if I did. My left shoulder and hip hurt like crazy. My body probably slammed against the side of the car when I got hit, so... strangely, no bruising, although I've never been one to bruise. Kind of hoping it stays that way." Annalise pulled her sleeves over her fists, unsure of what to say next.

"I hope so too. I'm g-" Jake cleared his throat- "I should get going. Told my parents I wouldn't be long."

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Thank you again for bringing my stuff. See you soon?"

"Yeah. Text me when you're up to seeing me?"

"Expect one in the morning," Annalise said with a smile. She hesitated, then stepped forward to give him a hug. Jake, unlike her, seemed to hold no reserves and wrapped his arms around her, and although the grasp itself was gentle, she could feel his fingers curling into her.

"I'm really glad you're okay," he whispered.

"Me too. Thank you for being there," she replied, holding him tighter. Annalise had never understood her romance novels when the girls said they felt safe in the arms of the men they loved, but she understood now. Something between them shifted in that moment, and somehow, Annalise knew that no matter what, Jake Seresin would have her back, would be there for no matter what. Forever and always.

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stele3 · 8 months

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#destiel daily digest

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mapsontheweb · 2 years

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Number of deaths in Road Accidents per 1 Lakh people in every state of India in 2020

by @indiainpixels

#maps #twittersourced #indiainpixels #india #accidents #2020

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lindsaywesker · 4 months

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Merry Christmas though, for those of you working in the NHS or the emergency services, welcome to just another day.

If you want an alternative to Christmas cracker jokes … welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday … on a Monday! Warning: one of these facts is not true! Can you guess which one?

Agreeable people are more likely to use emojis.

In Switzerland, you can be denied citizenship for being too annoying.

Farting helps reduce high blood pressure and is good for your health.

Dog owners have a lower risk of dementia. Cat ownership has no effect.

For a million years, the human population of the Earth was less than 26,000.

4.8 billion people own mobile phones whereas only 4.2 billion own a toothbrush.

Giraffes are about 30 times more likely to die from a lightning strike than humans.

Toothpaste removes ink from your clothes. Apply it to the stain, let it dry and then wash.

Synesthesia is a neurological condition that can cause a person to see, smell and taste music.

Goats produce more milk if they're listening to Mariah Carey's 'All I Want For Christmas Is You'.

Anger triggers the region of the brain associated with honesty, which is when the truth comes out.

In 2013, a British inventor sold ice cream that glowed when you licked it. It cost £140 a scoop.

Until the founding of the Vegetarian Society in 1847, vegetarians were usually known as Pythagoreans.

In 2009, a 13-year old Chinese girl tried to commit suicide so that she could donate her liver to her dying father.

Diana Ross, who sang ‘Ain't No Mountain High Enough’, lost her ex-husband to a mountain climbing accident.

Astronauts lost track of a tomato inside the International Space Station for eight months but found it this month.

Researchers have found that the average person will form about 400 friendships during a lifetime, but only 33 will last.

Will Smith is the only actor to have eight consecutive films gross more than $100 million at the domestic box office.

Intelligent people tend to care less about the opinions of others, they also enjoy being alone because of great sense of self.

In 1984, New Zealand's Prime Minister Robert Muldoon got drunk and spontaneously called for a general election. He lost.

The earliest carol singers can be found on The Bayeux Tapestry and were soldiers from western France known as the Brittany Spears.

As time goes by, humans are becoming less and less empathetic. Today, we care about others 40% less than people in the 1980s did.

In Japan, you can hire a handsome man to show up at your office and watch sad videos with you until you cry, then wipe your tears for you.

People tend to sneeze three times because one loosens up an irritant, the second gets it to the front of the nose and the third gets it out.

Brazilian footballer Argélico Fuchs spent much of his life spelling his name ‘Argélico Fucks’, resulting in headlines such as "Fucks off to Benfica."

Drinking white or green tea every day will minimize the environmental damage done to your skin and minimize fine lines and wrinkles.

There are roughly seven people in the world who look exactly like you and there is a nine per cent chance you will run into one of them in your lifetime.

‘Baby Shark Dance’, the most viewed YouTube video of all time, has over 5 billion more views than Luis Fonsi’s ‘Despacito’, the second-most viewed YouTube video of all time.

In 2001, India began building plastic roads using recycled plastic waste. The roads haven't developed any cracks or potholes despite years of usage and are much cheaper to build than traditional road surfaces.

Triboulet was a notorious court jester who was allowed to choose his own death after having insulted the queen of France. He chose to die of old age, which made the king laugh so much, he was spared and banished instead.

During The Great Depression, Al Capone started one of the first soup kitchens called Free Soup Coffee & Doughnuts For The Unemployed. Capone’s soup kitchen served breakfast, lunch and dinner to an average of 2200 Chicago residents every day.

‘Loving Day’ is an annual national celebration held on June 12th, the anniversary of the 1967 United States Supreme Court decision Loving v. Virginia, the day that Richard and Mildred Loving finally won their case, legalizing interracial marriage in the U.S.

On the day of South Korea's university entrance exams, the entire country goes quiet. Shops close, construction stops, and planes are grounded so that students can focus on their exams. Students that are late can even get a police escort to make sure they make it in time.

Bill Haast began extracting snake venom aged 15. He founded the Miami Serpentarium and injected himself with venom more than 60 times. His blood was used to save 21 snakebite victims. He created a venom serum to cure polio. He was bitten over 170 times and lived to be 100.

Ozzy Osbourne gave up taking acid during the recording of Black Sabbath's ‘Volume 4’. He said, “I took 10 tabs of acid, then went for a walk in a field. I ended up standing there talking to this horse for about an hour. In the end, the horse turned round and told me to fuck off. That was it for me.”

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Merry Christmas and have a mouthwatering Monday! I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy

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fan-clan-fun · 4 months

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Branchprowl

Hello! My name is Steve!

I`d like to talk about Branchprowl. Currently, they`re a ThunderClan Warrior in a world separate from canon.

Branchprowl is a Rusty-spotted Cat(Native to Sri Lanka and India). They currently don`t have a reference sheet and they`re about half the size of an adult Domesticated Cat.

I`ll start with before Branchprowl was born and with their mother, an unnamed Rusty-spotted Cat who was being driven across the country of India all the way to the UK for a zoo.

Once in the UK, the driver got into a major accident that ended in the car tumbling off-road into a pole. The crate Branchprowl`s mother was in was damaged and unlocked, so she escaped.

An interesting premise, if a little unlikely, but fiction is for fun! And I do enjoy hearing about the complexities of different feline species from across the world!

The unnamed cat went off for a long travel until she came across a forest and stayed in a bush located in ThunderClan territory(forest territory), soon giving birth to a single kitten.

The mother would end up being attacked by a fox a few day after. Clan cats intercepted right after the fox killed Branchprowl`s mother. The cats chased the fox off and only noticed Branchprowl because of their mewls.

They were taken back to ThunderClan, where they were compared to a mouse. Multiple cats referred to them as “mouse-cat” and Branchprowl was allowed to join under the title of Branchkit. Every cat agreed to help raise them together.

Its always good to see a clan following the code and treating kits the way they are supposed to, though I am sure the clan found the kit a bit odd!

Branchkit spent the first six months of their life confined to camp and becoming bffs with a cat named Nightkit. Branchkit and Nightkit did eveything together.

Branchkit was already fully grown when they were promoted to an Apprentice and began training under the supervision of a tom named Dapplecreek.

Branchpaw was quick to catch on with hunting and combat techniques and enjoyed training sessions. They became drawn to fighting. Self-defense was awesome!At nine moons old, while on a miniature border patrol with Dapplecreek, they spotted a loner standing around ThunderClan territory.

Their mentor told Branchpaw to try to confront the tresspasser and watched from the bushes. What could go wrong? Branchpaw approached the loner and told them to leave.

The loner, in response, stated that he was only looking to stay temporarily and refused to budge. When Branchpaw threatened him, he called them a pipsqueak and claimed they couldn`t do anything.

Branchpaw evaluated the situation. They could`ve called Dapplecreek over or they could attack the loner, who they considered outside of the code. They ended up attacking the loner and latching onto his face, blinding him in both eyes.

Branchpaw only released their grip when their mentor came sprinting out of the bushes. The loner was brought to ThunderClan to heal and ended up joining, keeping his name(Dustin).

Im curious how Dustin felt about this, considering he was so injured by Branchpaw. Did he ever bring it up with the leader? Why was Branchprowl’s continued aggression tolerated?

Branchpaw and Nightpaw still did a lot together as their Apprenticeships continued.

Branchpaw would end up gaining their Warrior name, Branchprowl at thirteen moons of age. Nightpaw followed in pursuit and became known as Nightglide.

Branchprowl would often be extreme and confrontational with trespassers, often threatening to rip them to pieces and going as far as killing if they still refused(they are outside of the code, right?).

They were never scolded or put down for these actions, so it turned into a habit over the years and became a first option for Branchprowl.

At six years of age, Branchprowl has become an experienced and horrifying Warrior. In present time, the Clans are at peace and they are living the best life.

Branchprowl seems like an interesting character, but it would be good to hear his deeper motivations. Why is he so aggressive? Is it just cause he thinks its fun? Does he despise outsiders, even though he was one? All in all, I am sure as he has grown and developed a reputation. Im curious to hear how that affects his relationships with the clan. Thanks for your submission!

#warrior cats #warriors OC #submission

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