#elegits

[thatone-highlighter]

the companion cube and the turrets from portal should also be besties actúally, they have bestie energy. Do you agree

Ur so right. Actually every moveable object in portal is a bestie. The Turrets are the most bestie tho especially when theyre shooting at you

#i thought the accent on the u was a thing on my screen legit #portal my beloved i should play it again #i LOVE portal legit #its such a good game #vibrates #the turrets ar elegit the MOST bestie #they shoot at u and ur just like Bestie???? bestie u good???? #10/10 bestie #Tree Man Posts #asks

[qwvkciqtx3]

Amateur squirt session Novinha safada enfiando a garrafa na buceta Sexy girl masturbating orgams phat ass nina rotti takin dick doggystyle freakfest Alluring lesbo sluts toy their snatches moaning with pleasure BLONDE STEP DAUGHTER JESSA RHODES WANTS DADDY TO BUY HER A CAR Fantastic fully dressed sex scenery with amazing honeys Sentada gostosa da rabuda Faketit european GILF gets slammed in pov Busty ebony goddess masturbation squirt

#unshotted #glittered #T'ang #Stoneville #Duchamp #gobmouthed #tin-stone #prissed #elegit #Moines #doggerelist #Kingston #doorsill #valouwe #Headland #renunciator #forty-one #oorali #insensibilizer #thongy

[imagine-by-susu]

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x F!Summers!Reader - That’s my sister!

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GIF IS NOT MINE! Requested by @thefandomdiaries07  Word Count: 1,819 Summary: You’re Scott Summers’ younger Sister and you’re dating the Wolverine in secret, until Scott finds out... Warnings: mentions of age gap, fight scene (nothing too graphic), bit of angst but with happy ending Requests are open

______________________________________________________________ You took a moment to think about what decision in your life had brought you into this scenario. How you, (Y/N) Summers, elegit member of the X-Men and sister to one of the greatest Mutants out there, pressed into a wall in an abandoned corridor of the X-Mansion with the Wolverine pressed into your body while his lips traced down your neck. His beard that roughly brushed over your soft skin distracting you from any coherent thought that you might’ve had in this moment. Your hands wandered to his wide shoulders, you could feel how they tensed at your touch. Though you planned on pushing him away from the fear of being caught by a student or worse your brother still on your mind Logan had other plans. His hands wandered ever so closer up from your thigh to your ass. When you found enough common sense in your brain you attempt to push at his upper body despite that no matter what he would be unmoving Logan only squeezed your ass. The moment he did you let out a gasp of surprise and he took the opportunity to plant a kiss on your lips that grew in intensity. While Logan pressed further into your body you stop fighting him and melted into his arms humming when his tongue swept over your bottom lip.

“What in the actual shit are you two doing?!” a voice broke both of you apart. With wide eyes at the familiar voice you pushed away from Logan while he although reluctantly took a step away from you. Scott, fuming with gritted teeth, walked up to you both. “(Y/N)! Of all the people, him?!” without even glancing in Logan’s direction he pointed at him. Logan slapped Scott’s hand away anger starting to raise up in him when his nostrils flared. “Missed the point where it’s your concern, Bub.” He growled at Scott who now turned his attention to Logan shielding you from Logan. “It’s my business because that’s my fucking sister you’re pushing your tongue into!” Scott mimicked Logan’s clenched jaw as they both stared each other down. You laid your hand on Scott’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down but he pushed your hand away looking over his shoulder to you. Even with his glasses on you could feel the disappointment that filled his eyes. “She’s just a girl, Logan!” Scott returned back to him. Logan only huffed at that crossing his arms over his chest. “She ain’t a kid anymore, Summers.” Nothing in this world could’ve prepared your for Scott’s next move as he balled his hand into a fist and without thinking twice punching Logan square in the face. It did barely anything to Logan whilst Scott’s hand cracked with uncomfortable sound of breaking bones. Scott flinched away at the pain but a second later it was Logan who threw the next punch into the other man’s ribs. Pulling yourself out of the stupor your body seemed to be under you screamed at them to stop, trying desperately to separate the two fighting men to no avail. So desperate to separate the two before anyone gets seriously hurt which would probably be Scott you missed one of the punches. Who’s fist it was, you couldn’t tell but one moment you tried to pull Scott away from Logan and the next moment a fist hit your square in the head sending you down to the floor. Everything felt numb when you opened your eyes still laying on the floor with a worried Ororo hovering over you. She was calling out your name you believe but her voice sounded so far away. It was then that you looked over her shoulder to see both Scott and Logan stopping their fight, Hank between them to stop it. All three looked at you with worry in their eyes flickering. Logan was a bit faster to break out of Hank’s grip. Scott followed him suit and as they both bent to check on you, you only pushed away from tears pricking your eyes. In any other situation you would feel sorry for Logan how his face washed over with guilt and regret but he brought this upon himself just as Scott. “(Y/N)…” Scott tried to gently grab your arm but you ripped it out of his grasp. “Get out of my face. Both of you.” The fury in your eyes was clear first directed at Scott who flinched away at the harshness of your words before your eyes landed on Logan whose face fell with regret. Even Ororo glared at them. Surely this would bring consequences to the both of them. “Come on, sweety, let’s get you to Jean to check your head?” giving a reassuring smile Ororo helped you up and without giving Scott or Logan another glance you left. “This is your fault?” Scott fumed at Logan who gritted his teeth at him. “My fault?! Everything has gone perfectly fine before you showed up!” “My fucking sister, Logan! If she’s dying because of you I will…” Hank went in between them again having watched on long enough. “Either get this outsight or pull yourselves together.” Hank warned ripping the two man from each other. Still glaring at each other they left the corridor in opposite directions probably to blow of some steam or so Hank hopes. - To say that Jean was angry at Scott for his reaction was an underestimate. The moment you were brought into her she bombarded both you and Ororo with questions. There was no use to hide the relationship with Logan anymore so you told her everything and if it wasn’t for your injury one of them gave you Jean would’ve already gone to rip Scott another one before giving Logan a piece of her mind. “They both can be lucky I wasn’t there.” Jean ranted after you finished your little anecdote. She dabbed a bit to harshly over the open wound on your eyebrow and you flinched which had Jean stop and apologize her face softening in the process. “I’m just so angry at them both. But losing one of them doesn’t cut it either. Scott is my brother, we’ve been through a lot together. And Logan….I really tried to get away from him because I know how Scott would react but…” you shrugged your shoulders. “I believe it’s not us you have to tell this.” Ororo said patting your shoulder affectionately as Jean finished to clean up your wounds. You thanked them both and chose to lay down for the day. It was eventful as it was and you needed to sort out your thoughts probably. So it’s what you did. Locking yourself in your room in your most comfortable pyjamas and your favourite movie. A knock on your door had woken you up hours later. It was already dark outside and for a moment you were confused not realizing that you had fallen asleep during the movie. Despite the pounding in your head you pushed yourself up from your bed and made your way to the door. The moment you opened it you wanted to slam it back close at the sight of Logan and Scott standing in your doorway but Scott like the annoying brother he was got his foot between the door and the frame like he always when your were kids and wanted to bother you. “Just want to talk, please (Y/N).” it was Logan’s attempt at pleading that had you open the door again. “Can we come in?” Scott asked and you pondered over his request for a minute before you sighed and stepped aside. “How’s your head?” Logan looked at you after he had closed the door behind him worry written over his features. “What do you want?” I asked them looking from Logan to Scott and back. Both shared a look before Scott sighed, hands wandering through his hair in the process. “I…” he stopped as Logan glared at him. “We…” he corrected frowning at Logan before returning his attention to you. “We wanted to apologize.” Logan agreed with a nod before he continued on. “None of us ever meant to harm you in any way. And we both feel sorry that we did.” You noticed how his hand flinched at his side in his best attempt to control his urge to not grab your hand. A habit he had picked up after you started you secret relationship. “Do you even understand why I’m so angry at you both?” you questioned them hoping that the hurt in your eyes let the guilt fill their veins. And as both looked away and to the ground you took over the conversation again. “You both are the most important people in my life and it’s hard to witness you to fight every time you cross paths.” You walked over to Scott your fist meeting his chest playfully. “Scott, I know you just want to protect me, but news flash, I ain’t a little girl anymore and can look after myself and it’s my decision who I’m dating or not if you like him or want to see him six feet under.” Scott pursed his lips but nodded. “And you deserved this.” You pointed out to bandaged hand and Scott scrunched his nose at that knowing how right you were. Then you turned to Logan. “And Logan, I know how hard it is to love again. I understand your fear and your anger and never in my life will I ever hold this against you, but Scott is my family and if you love me just even a little bit, if our relationship means anything to you, at least try to get along with him. I don’t ask you two to be friends or anything but to be at least decent enough to not let your anger get the best of you.” After you finished your little speech you laid your hand in Logan’s and finally he looked at you and he gave you a soft half smile. “So…we’re forgiven?” tipping your finger on your chin you thought for a moment. “For the moment, yes.” Now Logan’s smile grew into a smirk as he leant down to plant a kiss on your lips but before his lips could actually contact to yours Scott pushed between you two separating you from Logan. “Yep, no, this was all fun and games, but still that’s my little sister.” Scott made a fake gag sound pushing to the door. “Just to remember to use protection kids!” he closed the door quickly before one of your slippers could meat his face. Logan let out a soft chuckle before he pulled you back to his chest. His knuckles brushed over your face and the anger you held for Scott vanished in an instant as you locked eyes. “Now, where did we left off?” Logan grumbled before he planted a kiss on your lips.

#wolverine x reader #logan howlett x reader #f!reader #reader is scott summers sister #scott summers #x men #slight angst #but happy ending

[negreabsolut]

La qüestió no rau en si és millor esser un llop o un xai, sinó que, havent elegit correctament, la pell de xai és opcional.

#llop #xai #vida #viure vibrant #saviesa

[artnfinite]

Today, 14 of November is: St. Lorcán Ua Tuathail / Lawrence O'Toole / Laurent d'Eu

Nascut a Irlanda el 1128, Lawrence era fill del cap del clan Murray. Quan tenia 10 anys, va ser pres com a ostatge pel rei de Leinster, Dermonf McMurrough, que dos anys més tard el va enviar a l'abadia de Glendalough. El nen es va enamorar de la vida monàstica, i s'hi va quedar amb el permís del seu pare.

Als 25 anys va ser elegit abat de Galedalough, càrrec que va ocupar fins al 1162. Home d'acció i de pregària, es va comprometre a reformar els costums de l'Abadia, i va prestar especial atenció a la caritat cap als orfes abandonats.

El 1179 participà en el Tercer Concili General del Laterà, a Roma, quan el papa Alexandre III el va nomenar bisbe de Dublín i cinc diòcesis més d'Irlanda, a més de nomenar-lo el seu representant a l'illa.

El rei Enric II d'Anglaterra, incòmode amb tanta autoritat ofert a Dom Lourenço pel Sant Pare, va prohibir al bisbe tornar a Irlanda. Després de moltes negociacions, el monarca va acabar cedint i permetent que Lourenço tornés a l'illa, però el bisbe, ja vell i malalt, va morir durant el viatge, el 14 de novembre de 1180.

Canonitzat per Honori III l'any 1225, sant Llorenç O'Toole pertany al grup de sants que van patir pels petits interessos dels representants del poder temporal que no honraven els seus càrrecs perquè temien poc Déu i s'estimaven més que ell.

Sant Lawrence O'Toole, pregueu per nosaltres!

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Born in Ireland in 1128, Lawrence was the son of the chief of the Clan Murray. When he was 10 years old, he was taken hostage by the King of Leinster, Dermonf McMurrough, who two years later sent him to Glendalough Abbey. The boy fell in love with the monastic life, and remained there with his father's permission.

At the age of 25 he was elected Abbot of Galedalough, a position he held until 1162. A man of action and prayer, he was committed to reforming the Abbey's customs, and paid special attention to charity towards abandoned orphans.

In 1179, he participated in the Third General Council of the Lateran, in Rome, when Pope Alexander III appointed him Bishop of Dublin and five other dioceses in Ireland, in addition to naming him his representative on the island.

King Henry II of England, uncomfortable with so much authority offered to Dom Lourenço by the Holy Father, banned the Bishop from returning to Ireland. After many negotiations, the monarch ended up giving in and allowing Lourenço to return to the island, but the Bishop, already elderly and ill, died during the trip, on November 14, 1180.

Canonized by Honorius III in 1225, Saint Lawrence O’Toole belongs to the group of Saints who suffered because of the petty interests of representatives of temporal power who did not honor their positions because they feared God little, and loved themselves more than Him.

Saint Lawrence O’Toole, pray for us!

#beauty #art #catholic #drawn #catholic art #drawnig #painting #architecture #fashion #catholicism #St. Lorcán Ua Tuathail #St. Laurence O'Toole

[playapoor]

erdekelne hogy szerinted

fogsz-e tudni engem potolni

vagy nem tudom

erted?

azt az erzest

amit ereztel velem

szerinted replikalhato?

vagy uberelheto?

mindig ez a kerdes foglalkoztatott

hogy csak egy ujabb elrontott emberi kapcsolat vagyok-e

vagy tobb annal

oszinten rettegek tole

hogy te meg tudod tenni

tul tudsz lepni

talalsz valakit aki irant merfoldekkel tobbet erzel mint irantam valaha

es en nem fogok tudni

nem tudok tullenni azon ami lehetett volna

mert lattam magam elott

meg most is latom azt ami lehettunk volna

Egy tokeletes vilagban

visszatalalunk egymashoz

mint eddig mindig

es jobban csinaljuk mint eddig

es megoldjuk vegre

honapok telnek igy hogy ezen gondolkodom

mert most mi lesz?

tovabblepunk?

eljuk az eletunket mintha semmi nem tortent volna?

torlunk harom evet az agyunkbol

es megy tovabb az elet?

miert erzem ugy hogy ez lehetetlen?

szamomra annak tunik

akarmennyi fajdalmat okoztal

annyira elveszett vagyok

mihez kezdek nelkuled?

olyan mintha nelkuled nem tudnam ki vagyok

nem a lehetetlen helyzet megvalositasa foglalkoztat

hogy azt erezzem kulonleges vagyok

hogy nekem sikeruljon ami masnak nem

de massal nem erzem otthon magam

nem tudok nyugodt lenni

persze az eletben nem minden a szerelem, mondjak

nem is

de miert keljek fel

miert akarjak dolgozni

miert akarjam osszeszedni magam

ha a tarsadalmilag elvart mokuskerekben futason kivul

nincs tobb az eletben?

persze kuzdjek azert hogy eljek

de miert?

miert akarjak elni?

nem tudod milyen

neked ott van mindenki

neked fontos egy csomo ember

akiknek fontos vagy

es vagyok en

persze vannak barataim

egy ketto

egy par

nem tudom

szornyen hangzik de nem mozgat meg

nem tesz boldogga

nem erzem magam teljesnek

nem elegit ki

mintha nem tudnek igazan kotodni semmihez

mintha erzelmileg korlatozott lennek

es csak nagyon szelsoseges esetekben tudok erezni

ha masrol van szo

utalom ezt

hogy ha rad nezek

erzem hogy erzek

rengeteg mindent erzek

de senki massal nem megy

nem is tudom senkinek mondani hogy szeretem, sot meg egy jo reggelt vagy jo ejszakat is

ugyerzem marja a torkom mikor ki akarom kenyszeriteni magambol

nem tudom

nem tunik oszintenek

vannak emberek akiket szeretek

de nem erzem hogy szeretnem oket

de tudom hogy igy van

de mintha barki elvesztesen szurrealisan konnyen tul tudnek lendulni

es onzon hangzik

mert valahol az is

de sosem az emberek hianyoznak

hanem a funkcioik

rosszul is vagyok magamtol emiatt

mindig a funkcioik

sosem a jelenletuk

meg egy allathoz sem tudok kotodni

talan emiatt lathatod ezt ugy is

hogy valamiert neked pont sikerult

erzelmeket kivaltanod belolem

hogy valami veletlen folytan

belekerultel ebbe a lehetetlennek tuno retegbe

es csak azert kotodok hozzad

a puszta veletlen miatt

de en nem igy erzem

valojaban ezt

nem lenne konnyebb se jobb

ha veled beszelnem meg

meg azt se mondanam

hogy tulzottan sok ertelme lenne

de talan amiatt mert

a tortenetunk megert volna egy szebb lezarast

talan ezert

de talan ugy megjobban fajna

biztosra tudni hogy az erzeseid meg sem kozelitettek soha az enyemeket

talan megis

de nem mondanam hogy ez a te hibad

hogy rosszul fejezted volna ki magad

bar nem a legjobban

de eleg gyenge az onertekelesem

nehezen tudtam elhinni

hogy valami nekem lehet kedvezo

valami amit ennyire szeretnek

ha azt mondanak hogy feluton vagy hogy megelhesd a legnagyobb almodat

te se hinned el, nem?

mindegy is

egy ideig azt vallottam

hogy megoldhattuk volna

ha megbeszeltuk volna

marmint

nyiltabban

marmint

mindent

megnyilsz, megnyilok

es eljuthattunk volna oda

hogy mar nem feltunk volna egymastol

ezt gondoltam egy ideig

de talan megsem lett volna ilyen egyszeru

ha nem vagyok eleg ahhoz hogy kuzdjenek ertem

ha nem vagyok eleg ahhoz hogy kockaztassanak ertem

hat nem vagyok eleg

megesik

nincs mit tenni

de jo eljatszani a gondolattal

hogy voltunk annyira benak

hogy kicseleztuk a sorsot

es hiaba volt megirva

pont ugy cselekedtunk hogy veletlen atirtuk a jovot

vagy mint egy igeretes konyvet

felbehagytuk a felenel.

mert nem tudom elhinni hogy ennek ez kell legyen a vege

ami most van

tul kulonleges szamomra

hogy beletorodjek

hogy csak egy “lecke” volt

vagy mi

csak egy kis izgalom

hogy tortenjen valami

Szeretek eljatszani a gondolattal

hogy visszatalalunk egymashoz, es megoldjuk

mert kiserted az elmemet

de nem akarom magam kinozni

a fajdalmas valosaggal

igy csak azon elmelkedek

hogy egyszer megoldhatjuk

hogy eljon a mi idonk is

[hitoshisbf]

Bro i' m elegit toasted on a 4 four loko.

like..

so bad.

i drrank tje whole thing!!

msuic feels amazing.

life feels good.

I feel like i smoked 2 dabs.

#tw: drunk

[timriva-blog]

L’autonomia de Corsega se poiriá inscriure dins la Constitucion

Lo govèrn francés e la majoritat de la collectivat territoriala insulara an pachat un projècte d’estatut d’autonomia per l’illa L’autonomia de Corsega s’inscriurà dins la constitucion Avançada màger sus l’autonomia de Corsega. Lo govèrn francés e los elegits còrses se son meses d’acòrdi sus un projècte d’escritura constitucionala. Diluns de ser, lo govèrn francés e los elegits còrses de la…

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#Normas e leis

[castellsipalaus]

Castel del Monte

A la regió de Pulla, que ve a ocupar el que és el taló de la bota que conforma la coneguda silueta d’Itàlia i la seva prolongació per la costa adriàtica amunt, es troba un castell de proporcions si més no curioses, ja que Castel del Monte té una planta octogonal les arestes de la qual resten connectades per vuit torres, també de forma d’octàgon.

El castell va començar a ser construït pels volts de 1240 per ordre de l’emperador alemany Friedrich II Hohenstaufen, doncs la Pulla formava part de les seves possessions, com a rei de Sicília que era des de l’any 1198, quan va ser coronat sent un infant.

La construcció del Castel del Monte es va fer probablement sobre l’emplaçament que prèviament havia tingut una fortalesa llombarda i més tard una de normanda, i molt a prop d’una antiga església, ja desapareguda, que també feia palesa al seu nom la ubicació a sobre d’una muntanya.

La Pulla va ser feta servir per instal·lar-hi població musulmana procedent de Sicília. El motiu d’aquesta deportació va ser una revolta, que va impedir que Friedrich enviés forces a la Cinquena Croada, tot i que va participar més tard a la Sisena, potser més motivat després d’haver-se casat amb l’hereva del regne de Jerusalem, Violant de Brienne, cosa que el convertí en monarca de la ciutat i el seu reialme, cobejat pels sarraïns.

Es va veure implicat en els conflictes entre güelfs i gibel·lins, en el que dues gran famílies germàniques, els Welf (defensors del Papat) i la seva pròpia, els Hohenstaufen (defensors del Sacre Imperi Germànic), van fer de la Península Itàlica un camp de batalla al llarg dels segles XII i XIII.

Friedrich va ser elegit rei d’Alemanya a Frankfurt amb només dos anys, però les lluites dinàstiques per la corona germànica van fer que fos allunyat a una mena d’exili a Sicília. Cap al 1215 va ser coronat de nou, però aquesta vegada com a emperador germànic, essent confirmat com a tal pel Papa Honori III el 1220. No obstant, va preferir quedar-se a les seves possessions sicilianes. Va morir a la Pulla cap al 1250, després de lluitar contra papes, rivals que també volien ser reis o emperadors i cabdills sarraïns que tenien l’ambició de fer-se amb Jerusalem.

#castell #fortalesa #pulla #itàlia

[seslimeram]

Sesli Meram #437 - Yersiz Yurtsuz (04.12.2023)

"Binbir badire sağanağı altında hem yolunu, hem yönünü kaybeden bir ülkenin hakikati karşılıyor herkesi, her birimizi. Düzeni var eden temsilin gözden çoktan çıkarttığı nasılsa elleri mahkum bize verecekler yine oylarını kabulünde, dairesinde ensesinde boza pişirilmeye devam ediliyor bir halkın. Akçeli işlerin, yüze göze bulaştırılan bir kazan, kazan sarmallarının ortasında iki gıdım yaşam hakkını lütfen dahi çok gören bir yönetimin sahiden bu ülkeye dair bir gelecek var etmesi söz konusu olabilir mi? Tahakküm ve tehdit dilinin ortasında çıkagelen bu ekonomik bozgunculuk, geleceksizliği tescil edilmek istenen milyonlarca yurttaşın karşısında hangi tavırlar var ediliyor. Hangi müthiş kararların altına imza atılıyor gerçekten görmüyor musunuz? Asgari ücretin ülke sınırları içerisinde bir ortalama ücretin ta kendisine dönüştürüldüğü zeminde her iyileştirme tahayyülünün ardılı dağ gibi zamlarla çıkagelirken sahiden hayat nasıl devam olunacaktır. Bütünüyle bir girdap halini alan güncelliğin sınırlarında yaşama tutunmanın bunca zora koşulup, bunun bir de müjde gibi duyurulduğu bir zeminde kaybedilen ülkenin o hakkaniyeti nasıl onarılacaktır? Ücretler yitirilip dururken, ele geçenin alım gücü her gün erimeye devam ederken, anskiyete, depresyon ve şiddetin ta kendisine rehinelik bir hakikate dönüştürülürken sahiden nasıl olacaktır, kendi normalini hatırlayacak şu ülke! Normali kaldıysa şayet…" sesli meram

podcast image credit: la barberia dels maleïts i dels elegits:::antoni tàpies:::fundació antoni tàpies

#sesli meram #durum #günce #hayat ne olacak #söz #demokrasi101 #türkiye gerçeği #biyopolitika #anlamak #demokrasi #adalet #özgürlük #akp #yirmibirinciyıl #iktidar #tahakküm etme #yıldırı #zor #güç #sınav #azınlıklar #tehdit #karabasan #düşmanlaştırma #politikmeram #anlam #anarşizan #unutmayacağız #affetmeyeceğiz #nefret söylemi

[canalsart]

Notícia de Cugat.cat de fa dotze anys.El galerista santcugatenc Josep Canals ha estat elegit aquest dijous membre de la Reial Acadèmia Catalana de Belles Arts de Sant Jordi (RACBA). Canals és el primer santcugatenc que entra a formar part d'aquesta institució, que existeix des de 1775 amb l'objectiu de mantenir el patrimoni artístic de Catalunya i potenciar la investigació de les belles arts.

Josep Canals és llicenciat en Belles Arts i està especialitzat en escultura. L'any 1973 va fundar la primera galeria d'art a la ciutat i des del 1977 dirigeix la Biennal d'Art Contemporani Català.

#santcugat #catalunya #art #barcelona #galeriadarte #galeria #artista #biennal #culture #academia

[juanvaldescesar]

Porque tú eres pueblo santo para el SEÑOR tu Dios; el SEÑOR tu Dios te ha escogido para ser pueblo suyo de entre todos los pueblos que están sobre la faz de la tierra.

Deuteronomio 7:6

Quia populus sanctus es Domino Deo tuo te elegit Dominus Deus tuus ut sis ei populus peculiaris de cunctis populis qui sunt super terram

Liber Deuteronomii, 7,6

ὅτι λαὸς ἅγιος εἶ κυρίῳ τῷ θεῷ σου καὶ σὲ προείλατο κύριος ὁ θεός σου εἶναί σε αὐτῷ λαὸν περιούσιον παρὰ πάντα τὰ ἔθνη ὅσα ἐπὶ προσώπου τῆς γῆς

Deuteronômio, 7, 6

For you are a holy people to the LORD your God; The LORD your God has chosen you to be his people from among all the peoples that are on the face of the earth.

Deuteronomy 7:6

لأنكم شعب مقدس للرب إلهكم. لقد اختارك الرب إلهك لتكون له شعبا من بين جميع الشعوب الذين على وجه الأرض.

تثنية 7: 6

כי עם קדוש אתה לה' אלהיך; ה' אלהיך בחר בך להיות לו לעם מכל העמים אשר על פני האדמה.

דברים ז, ו

[tuportavoz]

El Fòrum per la Memòria Històrica i Democràtica a Cocentaina (de l'Alcoià i el Comtat). Començarem el curs aquest diumenge dia 11 de setembre a les 19:30 h. Al Museu d'Alqueria d'Aznar.

El Fòrum per la Memòria Històrica i Democràtica a Cocentaina (de l’Alcoià i el Comtat). Començarem el curs aquest diumenge dia 11 de setembre a les 19:30 h. Al Museu d’Alqueria d’Aznar.

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[vetblurb]

Rat exorcist

Many years ago I had a rather, disturbing to say the least, experience that was never to be repeated.....luckily. In all the years that one afternoon's consultation will haunt me to the grave.

On said afternoon one of our regulars, a man described by my receptionists as the 'rat man', brought one of his aging rats (I will call him 'Joe' to protect his identity) in for euthanasia. Joe was nearing the end of his natural life span and had contracted pneumonia, a very common condition in domesticated rodents - possibly also wild ones, not sure.

The procedure we used to follow is to inject the drug, which is essentially just an overdose of a general anesthetic, into the abdominal cavity due to the lack of large enough blood vessels to access. As a result it is not an instant effect but it takes a few minutes for the drug to be absorbed and the animal to go to sleep. It is a still a very gentle and smooth process.

As Joe started to go to sleep, rat man began telling me all about his life story, including his recent trip to China, which was interesting, however then the conversation rapidly deteriorated to his elegit suicide attempt which made me uncomfortable and really resenting a lack of psychology classes during my university days. In an attempt to speed things up a bit I injected Joe with another 1 ml and said "Go to the light Joe".

At this point rat man's eyes widened and he exclaimed that there is no light in death, just darkness and pain. He explained he had been there a few times and the space before death was just darkness. He grabbed a piece of paper and pen I had lying by my computer to make notes, and eyed me with intensity. He frantically started scribbling on the paper with such force he nearly tore the paper. He was trying to illustrate the process of death for me. Once the paper was all black from violent pen strokes he drew a tiny point in the middle of it saying that had been him. He continued to explain that one had a choice to return from the blackness.

I kept eyeing Joe's breathing and heart rate still moving very slowly, willing it to stop.

Eventually, what seemed like an eternity to me, Joe passed on. Rat man seemed upset but all in all rather satisfied that he had had the opportunity to educate me.

My nerves were shot and I was very grateful for a boring afternoon filled with vaccinations and anal gland expressions.

[kinlodok]

nincs uj nom te de ezt sose tudod felfogni es mondod a hazugsagokat, de nyugi akkor nem zavarlak tovabb, es adj annak a szerencsétlen budos borznak egy eselytxdddd

Ha nem lenne uj nod akkor nem titkoloznal es nem vele laknal xdddddddddd

Most offoltal ki par napja es most itt sirsz nekem hogy en nem fogom fel ezt meg azt xdddddd

Nem elegit ki az uj nod?xdd

[twinsky]

people ‘coming back’ to tumblr making me realise some people actually left 

#i know many people switched to using twitter more #but i am leanring some people ahv elegit just stopped using their acfcounts #i dont post as much as i used to #like self posts #but im still here.... im always gere